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#DS The Fabric of Reality
fanartka · 2 years
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adoreddestiny · 24 days
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ೃ⁀➷ TONGUE PIERCINGS 🔞 — rafayel, xavier, zayne x fem!reader
ೃ⁀➷ request: can you write a snippet of l&ds boys having tongue piercings 😛🤭🔞? Please and thanks also I love all your snippets!
it’s pleasing to the merman when he licks your lips with a scintillating gaze. rafayel’s eyes sharpening in the light of the moon as he presses his lips against yours. the silver piercing on his tongue glides against the pink muscle in your mouth. a rough grunt elicits from his mouth and you can feel your knees grow weak.
your back is pressed against the wall, trapped by muscular arms. he chooses when you breathe again as you find yourself drowning in the heat from his mouth. his knee slots nicely in between your legs giving your clothed pussy something to grind against.
he pulls away finally. a lewd string of saliva attaching your lips for a mere second before he moves to pin you further against the wall. his piercing grazing against the sweet spot on your neck. you whine out something about being late but he only responds by sucking a hickey on your collarbone. “don’t wanna go,” he mumbles out, “just wanna fuck you.”
it’s a little surprising to learn that such a stoic and stern doctor like zayne could possibly have such an accessory. but he brushes the college dare off with such elegance that it entirely counterposes the way he’s got you reeling. your shirt is pulled up and dangling by your teeth, allowing him access to your pretty tits.
he pulls you closer to the edge of the desk. strong hands hold down your waist and inner thigh. he chuckles maliciously as the cold steel makes contact with your nipple. a shiver crawls through your spine and your body trembles in his grasp. his tongue expertly navigates your pleasure, grazing over the sensitive skin.
his hand dips down further to press against the seat of your panties. through the sheer fabric, he lazily rolls your clit. a gasp escapes you causing you to release the end of your shirt. it tumbles down, covering you back up. zayne clucks his tongue, peering up at you with keen eyes, pulling your shirt back up and slipping it back in between your teeth. “don’t drop it again,” he whispers, “you promised to stay quiet tonight.”
you don’t even have time to catch your breath when xavier’s tongue meets your melting pussy again. the little piercing ball on his tongue glides alluringly over your clit. an obscene amount of cum and saliva drip down your ass. inquiring about such a curious little piece of metal had been your downfall the moment the light in his eyes shifted.
his hands pin your legs against your chest allowing him perfect access to your constricting hole. another swipe over your clit with that godforsaken piercing has you seeing stars. a filthy squelch incurs when he pushes a little deeper. your thighs quiver but he steadies you once more with a rough grip. nothing is left in the darkening room save for desperation and pornographic pants.
your hands search helplessly for something to root you back to reality but you find your fantasies entangled in the way he pulls away. his mouth is slick with your sweetness but the hunger in his eyes is ever-present. you have to catch your breath, clit throbbing achingly so when he grinds a heavy cock against you. “please let me put it in,” he pants, “i can’t take it anymore.”
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szobosz · 8 months
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kissing on my tattoos // ds x reader
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warnings: smut and d/s tones, spanking, masturbation (m), choking
words: 1.2k
summary: you just can't wait for domi to settle in before you're needy for him
thank you to @percervall and @curiousthyme for always listening to me thirst over domi (and other men tbh) and encouraging me to write (and finish this) <3
dominik barely makes it through the door before you're pulling on his chain, dragging him further into the house, your lips attached to his. moulding your lips against domi's, your hands go to his hair, tugging at it gently.
hands roam down to your arse, kneading at the flesh, massaging it until your moans are swallowed by him. wrapping your arms around domi's neck, you wrap one thigh around his torso, pulling him closer to you.
'fucking hell,' domi groans when the two of you part. panting, your chest rises and falls, pushing your breasts closer into him. your boyfriend stalks forward just a little, trapping your body between the wall and himself.
'welcome home, baby,' you whisper, your hand gravitating to his bulge, palming him over his shorts. domi lets out a low groan through gritted teeth.
'careful, little girl,' domi warns, pinching your butt before grabbing both of your thighs until your legs are wrapped firmly around his torso. despite his strength, you still try to grind your core against his body, your pussy desperate to be filled. your hole clenching around nothing.
he brings you up to your shared bedroom, throwing you onto the mattress, watching as your body bounces, admiring how your breasts move. domi licks his lips before he cages your body into the bed, sucking at the column of your neck.
'good girl,' he praises as you let out a desperate whine. you strip, not patient enough for domi to undress you. he smirks when he gets to your panties. the fabric is ruined. soaked. domi lets out a low chuckle at the feeling, peeling them off and leaving your body exposed to him. ‘what do you want?’
instead of speaking, you sit up, forcing dominik to roll over so you’re straddling him. taking his left hand, you slowly suck on two of his fingers, giving him just the faintest idea of what you want from him. taking those thick fingers in, bobbing your head like you would with his cock, licking at the skin just so you can taste him.
but you don’t stop, your tongue goes to his wrist, feeling his heartbeat against the muscle before going to his tattoos. you suck at the skin the way you would his neck, wanting to colour them. you can’t wait to see them flushed with purple and red, colouring them in.
‘fuck,’ he hisses, watching you, his pupils blown out. ‘you’re being naughty today.’
by domi’s voice, you know you’re testing his patience. with a bruising grip on the back of your neck, he pulls you off, inspecting how swollen your lips are as a result.
'do you want to even pretend to behave today?' domi's tone is teasing but his glare makes you almost reconsider your actions. straddling your boyfriend, you take his left hand and bring it down to your cunt.
deft fingers slip into your hole, massaging your walls. your breathing turns into shallow pants and you're clinging onto domi to keep you tethered to reality. pulling at his neck, you drag domi's lips back to your own, letting him swallow all of your desperate, wanton moans.
you feel yourself grow wetter with each ministration, no doubt dripping down domi's hand and onto his wrist. hopefully coating his tattoo, too.
'you can take another,' domi taunts before adding a third - no doubt to prepare you for his cock. there's a slight stretch and burn - one that you've become used to as your body continues to struggle with the size of him.
you rock your hips, riding his hand and domi tuts, spanking your clit. a jolt of electricity goes though you, ripping out a moan. a warning you do not heed, still so drunk on the feeling of him that you continue to ride his hand.
'naughty girl,' he admonishes, spanking you once again, the mix of pleasure and pain bringing you closer and closer to climax. with one shoulder bracing yourself, the other goes to play with your breast, rolling the hard nipple between your fingers and squeezing.
your head falls back, mouth open as you're painfully close. your body is on the brink. it's so close you can almost taste it. desperately, you kiss your boyfriend once more, tongue lashing at his mouth, a silent plea for him to let you come.
'good girls get to come,' domi laughs as he withdraws from you, leaving your hole empty and desperate for him. tears fall down your cheeks in frustrations as domi lies you down, body exposed to him. wet and at his mercy.
you don't miss how his left arm is littered with the hickeys you diligently left, shining in the light from your juices. he's the personification of sin. swollen lips, lidded eyes, his cock still confined in his shorts.
'baby, please,' you whine. spreading your legs further, you let out a shiver, the cool air making goosebumps erupt across your body but you don't care. you need domi to know how badly you need him. 'domi.'
'watch me,' he commands, slowly pulling his compression shirt off, giving you the perfect view of his sculpted body. your legs snap shut at the sight, your cunt needing something to try and fill that emptiness, your clit throbbing with need. but domi opens them once more, glaring at you, reminding you that you move when he tells you to. slowly domi pushes off his shorts and boxers, stroking his cock until his head falls back, tongue swiping over his bottom lip.
it's pink, pre-cum leaking from the slit and you want to reach out to domi but know that if you do, he won't fuck you. your boyfriend walks over to the bed, gathering your wetness and you think he's going to fuck you but once his hand is soaked again, he returns to stroking his cock.
'fuck,' you let out a whisper, your body getting even wetter at the sight. 'domi, please.'
'want to be a good girl?' domi watches as you nod furiously before he flips you over onto all fours, bottoming out inside of you and moving before you can even think.
he's big inside of you. heavy and veiny. and you can feel all of him. you feel him as he makes you his, taking over your body, granting himself access to every part of you. rendering you into a blubbering mess as you claw at the sheets beneath you. head buried into the fabric in desperation.
'yes, yes, yes,' you cry out as domi toys with your clit, giving the bundle of nerves just the right amount of attention as he continues to snap his hips into your arse.
'you're bad. bad, bad girl,' he grits out, spanking you with every few thrusts, pulling you closer and closer to your first orgasm of the night. 'come before i change my mind.'
he's grabbing onto your hips, each thrust nailing into you, hitting your g-spot and you cry as you come around him, your body begging him to climax too.
'cum inside me,' you beg, weeping at the overstimulation. 'i can take it.'
domi lets out a growl as he pounds into you, even rougher than before, one hand going to grab your throat, restricting the blood and then he cums. he lets out a groan as he fills you, marking you from the inside out.
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@scribesynnox​
Can you IMAGINE how our world were to react if like. A bunch of train guys from a CHILDREN’S SERIES breaks through our dimension to kidnap a kid who they apparently “adopted” in the time of her previous disappearance? AND THEY’RE RIDING A GOD CAPABLE OF WARPING THE FABRIC OF REALITY. 
The government would try to shoot them down first (because of course they would) and when they realized that’s not doing SHIT they’re like... okay... you can take her... we won’t stop you.... please just LEAVE.
And Akari’s just skipping happily while she packs the things she never got to pack the first time she got kidnapped by Arceus. Her limited edition Diamond and Pearl DS. All her games. Her clothes! Her posters, and computer. HER POKÉMON CARD COLLECTION!!! 
And on the way she’ll get like a whole bunch of movies and music and shit that don’t exist in the Pokémon world. She’s going to introduce them to Treasure Planet and The Polar Express if it’s the last thing she does. Yes she is stealing from a Blockbuster, what are you going to do? Her guardians have a literal god on their side. Try me, pussy.
Ingo and Emmet are just sighing in the background like. Of COURSE she would take this opportunity to steal stuff without consequences, what on earth were they expecting? ... Elesa stop stealing from that clothing store, can you at least try to be a better influence?
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★✩★ NEW RELEASE ★✩★
The True Purpose of Vines
Book 1 in the Winemaker Series.
By Giovanna Siniscalchi
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/60674538/
Hosted by DS Book Promotions
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UK https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B09W6CL8RQ/
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Blurb:
Portugal, 1870
A winemaker desperate to save her vineyards...
Julia Costa is the best winemaker in the Douro. When a greedy businessman threatens the land her family has held for generations, Julia defends her legacy and independence by any means necessary.
The Englishman sent to uncover her secrets...
The last thing Griffin Maxwell wants is to waste time mired in a Portuguese backwater. Still, to guarantee a partnership with Oporto's largest trading firm, he agrees to travel up the Douro River and chase some reluctant debtor.
A meeting of two cultures...
Nothing prepared Griffin for the headstrong winemaker. Alluring, she tempts him into enjoying Portugal's vibrant tastes and is a threat to his carefully constructed plans. The arrogant Englishman arrived at Julia's lands, believing himself entitled to everything, including her heart. But how can she resist an attraction headier than a vintage?
An enemy too powerful to fight alone...
When a mysterious plague decimates Europe's vineyards, Griffin and Julia struggle to find a cure, blind-tasting their way into an intoxicating passion. But reality demands an answer: will they allow cultural differences to keep them apart, or will they fight for the love of a lifetime?
About Giovanna Siniscalchi:
Stories are the very fabric of life. I want to transport readers to exotic settings, where they can find romance and happy endings and hopefully bring some back to their daily lives. Portugal brims with beauty and passion, and I research every tiny detail of my novels, hoping to make the reader treasure my grandparents’ country as I do. I have a loving husband who still is my hero and two amazing kids. When it’s cold and rainy, I run inside to read and watch movies under blankets, sipping wine. You can find me on the beach during summer, surfing with my family.
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joyffree · 2 years
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★✩★ NEW RELEASE ★✩★
The True Purpose of Vines
Book 1 in the Winemaker Series.
By Giovanna Siniscalchi
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/60674538/
Hosted by DS Book Promotions
AMAZON
US https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09W6CL8RQ/
UK https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B09W6CL8RQ/
CA https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B09W6CL8RQ/
AU https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B09W6CL8RQ/
Nook https://books2read.com/u/47Q6zq
Blurb:
Portugal, 1870
A winemaker desperate to save her vineyards...
Julia Costa is the best winemaker in the Douro. When a greedy businessman threatens the land her family has held for generations, Julia defends her legacy and independence by any means necessary.
The Englishman sent to uncover her secrets...
The last thing Griffin Maxwell wants is to waste time mired in a Portuguese backwater. Still, to guarantee a partnership with Oporto's largest trading firm, he agrees to travel up the Douro River and chase some reluctant debtor.
A meeting of two cultures...
Nothing prepared Griffin for the headstrong winemaker. Alluring, she tempts him into enjoying Portugal's vibrant tastes and is a threat to his carefully constructed plans. The arrogant Englishman arrived at Julia's lands, believing himself entitled to everything, including her heart. But how can she resist an attraction headier than a vintage?
An enemy too powerful to fight alone...
When a mysterious plague decimates Europe's vineyards, Griffin and Julia struggle to find a cure, blind-tasting their way into an intoxicating passion. But reality demands an answer: will they allow cultural differences to keep them apart, or will they fight for the love of a lifetime?
About Giovanna Siniscalchi:
Stories are the very fabric of life. I want to transport readers to exotic settings, where they can find romance and happy endings and hopefully bring some back to their daily lives. Portugal brims with beauty and passion, and I research every tiny detail of my novels, hoping to make the reader treasure my grandparents’ country as I do. I have a loving husband who still is my hero and two amazing kids. When it’s cold and rainy, I run inside to read and watch movies under blankets, sipping wine. You can find me on the beach during summer, surfing with my family.
Follow Links Here:
AMAZON https://www.amazon.com/Giovanna-Siniscalchi/e/B09W7PBBKR/
FACEBOOK  https://www.facebook.com/Giovanna-Siniscalchi-100318749253629/
INSTAGRAM https://www.instagram.com/giovannasiniscalchi/
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americanmysticom · 2 years
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The Shroud of Turin: Detailed Analysis
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4LZRfUkw2VU
The Shroud of Turin is secured in a vault in the Cathedral of St. John the Baptist in Turin, Italy, the Shroud is believed by millions to be the burial cloth of Jesus.
It is a fine linen cloth, measuring 14.5 feet by 3.5 feet, and mysteriously displays a finely detailed negative photographic image — front and back, head to toe, of an anatomically correct man who appears to have been tortured, beaten, and crucified.
Note that, in their accounts of Christ’s suffering and death on the cross, all four Gospels mention a “fine linen cloth.”
The new astonishing phenomenon detected on the Shroud
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xAVZp9tW5FU
For the first time projective geometry and photogrammetric survey, operating for many decades in the field of archeology, have been used to study the Shroud of Turin and the Sudarium of Oviedo. The Shroud reveals a new phenomenon, a shocking reality.
The fabric features distinct and sequential images released from parts of the body and moving objects. The phenomenon is similar to the result of stroboscopic photography.
A single frame is impressed by the light reflected by a moving body, when a flash emits a series of flashes at very short intervals of time. The right hand is clenched into a fist in pulling an object, identified in the long belt of a tefillà tied around the left arm. This shows the voluntary movement of a man in full physical form.
The same right hand in another position, the lower one, shows instead that in that instant the body was already considerably detached from the horizontal plane on which it had been placed. Even the left foot, the left hand, the nails, the tefillins, are surveied in dozens of distinct positions in sequence.
The results of the last few years confirm several times that a pulsating  source of energy, distant within the body, a source of penetrating energy, radiated in the two opposite directions all the atoms of the body in movement and of objects in movement.
The projective scheme of it has been identified. The strength of these results lies in the objectivity of the data and in the repeatability of the photogrammetric restitution.
[G-ds Tech wins!
What? You need more proof?
Every culture in the world knows the good and right road.
No one else can walk it for you.
May you walk it with sure confidence,
that it is true.
You   must   serve   G-d.
In order to bring the blessing of G-ds goodness into the world.
Real holiness requires service.
The beginning of wisdom is the fear of G-d.]
https://www.chabad.org/library/tanya/tanya_cdo/aid/2541032/jewish/Tanya-Chapter-41-Part-6.htm
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Doctor Strange - Sorcerer Supreme, in deed if not in name
Furthermore, he is not only the Architect of Victory over Thanos (at a tremendous personal cost of a miserable millenia+ spent searching for the one solution to save the Universe), he is beyond question the wisest and most far-sighted of all the Heroes in the MCU. The only one capable of thinking a dozen steps ahead of their worst opponents. Don’t talk to me about who’s the most powerful–-talk to me about the Man who has and will continue to white-knuckle his way to protect and preserve the fabric of Reality, because he’s the only soul who can.
So there!
(This is in response to a post that tumblr recommended to me telling DS fans to shut up about Wanda being declared the most powerful in the comics. It was terribly rude and at 3am I saw red and needed to reply--after dismissing it from my feed. No one...not a soul...is gonna dis my Stephen that way, and get away with it.) 
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cyoza · 4 years
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I was not going to post on here and I tried like 5 times but for some reason the ao3 link isn’t showing up in the tags sand I’m feeling very frustrated so I’m just going to upload the first chapter on here and then the rest of the chapters will be on ao3 because it took me forever last time to get all the chapters together here 
I’m going to post the link to my ao3 at the end and see if it works this time but its literally giving me a headache lol 
In his 3 years as a protective agent of the CIA, Dick Grayson had never once slept past his alarm. However, he’d never felt the urge stronger than he did that morning. Even with the blaring siren of his alarm sounding, he’d lay staring at the ceiling for the few minutes he could spare wishing he could hit the snooze button. 
For the next 6 months. 
Dick had been very lucky in his 5 year career, shadowing various important but interesting diplomats and thus learning a lot more than the average person about the world and often top secret information. But it seemed like his luck had run out. For he was to spend the next 6 months babysitting some spoiled, pampered princess. 
Kory Anders had definitely built up a reputation for herself - and not necessarily a good one. From his research, he had found multiple articles that described her short temper, recklessness and honestly almost careless attitude towards dating; a new man or woman on her arm every month. It didn’t help that she was an actual princess which meant that guarding her was going to be a bigger pain in the ass than usual. When it came to Royals, they would feel more comfortable with their own services as well as CIA protection which made it all the more difficult to get the job done. Safe to say there was no real part of him looking forward to the task. 
But Dick got up anyway, clicking off both his phone alarm and battery back up along the way. He got ready in a daze, cruising on autopilot until he stood in front of the mirror adjacent to his front door. White shirt crisp and immaculate as usual, dark navy tie placed perfectly at the centre, all pulled together with a sharp angled black blazer. 
A picture of a model agent. 
Bruce Wayne would be proud. 
Dick watched as his eyes narrowed automatically at the thought but he forced himself to relax; he didn’t need anymore tension in his body today and thinking about his adoptive father wasn’t going to help.  
So he grabbed his keys and made his way to work, again not really present for the journey but the dread that settled in him as he pulled into the parking lot forcibly ejected him out of his reverie and back to reality. 
He tried to ignore it, doing the best he could to seem like his charismatic but professional self as he made it through security. Saying hello to Joe as he x-rayed his bag and commenting on Max’s new hair do as she scanned through his fingerprints and ID before making his way through the halls to the DS’s office. 
He paused facing the heavy mahogany door, bracing himself before knocking. 
‘Come in,’ was the gruff reply. 
Dick let out a sigh before entering, shutting the door softly behind him and making his way to stand by the double burgundy leather arm chairs opposite the mahogany desk. 
Directorate of Support Officer Charles ‘Chip’ Wenthem looked every bit the stereotypical middle-aged officer was to be expected to look. Thick grey caterpillar moustache with a matching buzzcut and permanently stress induced protruding coronary in the neck. 
‘Ah Grayson, good you’re here. The Royal Family will be here any minute. I know this isn’t the best assignment but I want you to put your best foot forward, alright? We really need this to go well.’ 
‘Of course, sir. Looking forward to doing the best I can for my country as always.’ He lied, giving him a tense but polite smile that neither reassured nor reinforced his statement. Yet neither of them mentioned anything, knowing the job would get done either way to an exemplary standard anyway. 
‘Glad to hear it, son. Now, as explained in the dossier, you’ll be guarding the Princess Kory Anders of Tamaran along with her personal protection services named Faddei Adeliyi. You’ve done this enough times that I don’t need to hold your hand, Grayson, but proceed with caution. The Tamaranians keep to themselves so we don’t know much about them for a background on customs. Follow their lead and watch yourself. You’re one of my best agents and I don’t want you to get kicked off this case for something stupid, alright?’ 
Dick suddenly felt the tension he’d tried very hard to suppress return to his body at full force. Chip was a good DS but it was times like this that he felt his patience with him was paper thin. 10 years of experience in law enforcement with 5 of them in covert operations just to have him speak to him like he was a teenager fresh out the force on his first mission. Dick bit back his frustration and gave him another tight smile but before he could speak again, there was a knock at the door prior to Chip’s mousy assistant poking his head through. 
‘Um, sir, we have the Tamaranean Royal family through security and here to see you.’ Arthur spoke quietly, shifting his eyes rapidly between Chip and the floor. Even after 2 years working here, Arthur was still terrified of every single thing; it was a wonder how he even got the job. 
‘Send them in.’ Chip waved his hand in confirmation sending Arthur’s head back around the door before he came back to swing it wide open again. 
Dick had seen beautiful people in his life as he seemed to always fall into their orbit unintentionally. But they all paled in comparison to the people who walked in the room in those next 5 minutes. The man who walked in after Arthur could only be described as ethereal. Towering taller than any other person Dick had come into contact with, it wasn’t his height that commanded the attention in the room nor was it his transfixing good looks. His shoulder length dark locs framed his face and corresponded with his gruff beard, which were both laced through with grey and emphasised the high slant of his cheekbones. It was his eyes, however, that drew the attention to the face, a gleaming brilliant gold that seemed luminescent even in the poorly lit office. But it was neither of these things that person would be enthralled by. Rather the aura around him was so authoritative and regal that it demanded an attention that you never wanted to withdraw. He seemed to glide as he walked into the room, his mulberry chiffon-like robe swishing around him as if there was a breeze that existed only for him. Dick could only assume he was the King, especially with the thin intricately woven golden crown he wore, pinning back some of his locs. 
Even the guards that trailed behind him were some of the most stunning guards he’d ever seen, despite them dimming in comparison to the King. A man and a woman, again taller than the average person and again dressed in a similar shade of mauve to the King but more combat appropriate. Dick felt his knowledge of gender binary being challenged as he observed them both, the woman’s head shaved with a complex design tattooed across the expanse and the man with equally elaborate braids running across his scalp and trailing down his back. He had never felt more inferior in his life, even with Bruce Wayne as a father. 
Dick’s attention was brought back to Chip as he made his way around the desk to greet them. 
‘Your Majesty King Myand’r, welcome to the US. It is our utmost pleasure to be able to host you on your stay here.’ Chip had never sounded or looked more nervous in his life, this interaction clearly having the same effect on him as it was having on Dick. 
‘Thank you..Charles, is it?’ He questioned, moving forward to extend a hand which ‘Charles’ anxiously but gratefully accepted. ‘And you must be Dick.’ He turned to Dick and stretched out a hand toward him too. 
‘Yes, Your Majesty.’ Dick hoped his voice sounded strong and stable but he made sure that his handshake was, uncharacteristically wanting to exert himself, as futile as he felt it was. 
‘So you’re the one protecting my daughter. Then let me introduce, my eldest daughter - Princess Koriand’r.’
King Myand’r stepped aside and it felt like all the breath had been punched out of Dick’s lungs. He had seen pictures, of course, but as beautiful as she was in them, they all felt like insults compared to the real thing. Dick didn’t know where to look first, completely overwhelmed by her presence. She seemed to be a head shorter than her father so she still dwarfed everyone in the room and it didn’t help that the vivid scarlet curls that sat atop her head gave her added inches that she really didn’t need. The crimson coils seemed to halo her face in a heart shape, her cheekbones high and sharp like her father’s and just like her father, her eyes were transfixing. Bright and shimmering, they mimicked his luminosity but hers were an emerald green that paralleled the jewels themselves. They were only emphasised by the glittery gold eyeshadow she wore, her pouty full lips also painted with a dark maroon. 
Dick knew he was being rude but he couldn’t help but look at her. It was difficult to look away, especially when she also wasn’t wearing very much. As relatively warm as it was in Virginia in September, it definitely didn’t warrant the outfit she wore, or lack thereof. Again she wore a varying shade of purple to her counterparts, but this time it covered way less. Clothed in a light cotton skirt he could barely call a skirt, it reached the floor but the two high slits travelling up her legs all the way to her hips left very little to the imagination so her legs seemed to go on forever which were only highlighted by the 5 inch gold gladiator sandals she was wearing. Her midriff was also bare, the top she was wearing covering her breasts and not very much else, wrapping around them with two tiny trivial spaghetti straps holding the fabric up. 
Dick felt like he had been staring at her for a lifetime but it was probably only 10 seconds, so he cleared his throat and stepped forward to greet her. 
‘Princess Koriand’r, hello. My name is Dick Grayson, I’ll be forming part of your protective team while you are here in the US. It is very nice to meet you and it’s an honour to be guarding you.’ Dick stepped forward to extend a hand to her but was taken aback when she merely rolled her eyes to the side and ignored his outreached hand to fold her arms. 
Dick looked frantically between the King and Chip dropping his hand and worried that he’d made a faux pas and offended her within a minute of meeting her. But he had merely taken the cue from her father with a handshake. Maybe it was different for different genders? Perhaps he was supposed to curtsey or bow? 
‘You must excuse my daughter, Mr Grayson, she is proving difficult to convince that she does in fact need your services. She is quite headstrong which is a trait we admire in our country as it shows strength. But in times like this, we could possibly do without it.’ He explained before gesturing to his daughter.
‘You don’t need to talk about me like I’m not here, Father.’
Dick reeled hearing her voice; it was rich and melodic and suited her perfectly. 
‘Well, Koriand’r, start acting like you are here and maybe I won’t have to,’ the King retorted. 
‘I don’t see why we have to be here at all. I am a trained warrior, there is no way that I could benefit from having these feeble h-’ 
‘Koriand’r, that’s enough!’ He cut her off sharply, eyes suddenly blazing. ‘It is time to stop acting like a child and act like you are next in line for the throne, for X’hal’s sake. The CIA were kind enough to extend their services to us while we are here and we were grateful to accept. You shall greet Mr Grayson here appropriately and behave yourself whilst you are under his care.’ 
Dick could see the fury building under her guise as her father admonished her, obviously wanting to argue when her body abruptly relaxed. She swung her head to face Dick, a wide, sultry smile on her face before making her way to stop a few inches in front of him, hips swaying enticingly as she strolled over. He only hoped his swirling mind wasn’t evident and his professional facade was still in place as he inhaled her sweet rosy scent. He swallowed the lump in his throat as he tried to keep control of himself and not let himself be party to whatever game she was trying to play.
‘Hello, Mr Grayson, it’s a pleasure. I can only thank you for your service and I look forward to being under your care.’ She purred, lifting her hand towards him. 
Oh, these 6 months were going to be longer than expected. 
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I really love all the moments from the filming of my favorite films. I like to watch how worlds are created, into which we, fans, gladly dive head first, how our favorite characters are formed. This is a modern miracle, when technologies, skills, enthusiasm are directed to create something new that did not exist before or existed only on the pages of comics. A whole new universe.
And here's one of those people we have to thank for Doctor Strange's costume, which fits him like that.
Low bow to you Alexandra Byrne and your entire team.
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When Kyoko made her wish, she and her father both gained the ability to mesmerize people, albeit in different ways (Kyoko’s is visual and confusing while Dad’s is verbal and captivating). It’s also worth noting that their respective abilities are more in line with classical spells than time travel, weaponized ribbons and resetting the fabric of reality itself. @cypher-ds
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How Our Universe Could Emerge as a Hologram
Physicists have devised a holographic model of “de Sitter space,” the term for a universe like ours, that could give us new clues about the origin of space and time.
The fabric of space and time is widely believed by physicists to be emergent, stitched out of quantum threads according to an unknown pattern. And for 22 years, they’ve had a toy model of how emergent space-time can work: a theoretical “universe in a bottle,” as its discoverer, Juan Maldacena, has described it.
The space-time filling the region inside the bottle — a continuum that bends and undulates, producing the force called gravity — exactly maps to a network of quantum particles living on the bottle’s rigid, gravity-free surface. The interior “universe” projects from the lower-dimensional boundary system like a hologram. Maldacena’s discovery of this hologram has given physicists a working example of a quantum theory of gravity.
But that doesn’t necessarily mean the toy universe shows how space-time and gravity emerge in our universe. The bottle’s interior is a dynamic, Escheresque place called anti–de Sitter (AdS) space that is negatively curved like a saddle. Different directions on the saddle curve in opposite ways, with one direction curving up and the other curving down. The curves tend toward vertical as you move away from the center, ultimately giving AdS space its outer boundary — a surface where quantum particles can interact to create the holographic universe inside. However, in reality, we inhabit a positively curved “de Sitter (dS) space,” which resembles the surface of a sphere that’s expanding without bounds.
Ever since 1997, when Maldacena discovered the AdS/CFT correspondence — a duality between AdS space and a “conformal field theory” describing quantum interactions on that space’s boundary — physicists have sought an analogous description of space-time regions like ours that aren’t bottled up. The only “boundary” of our universe is the infinite future. But the conceptual difficulty of projecting a hologram from quantum particles living in the infinite future has long stymied efforts to describe real space-time holographically.
In the last year, though, three physicists have made progress toward a hologram of de Sitter space. Like the AdS/CFT correspondence, theirs is also a toy model, but some of the principles of its construction may extend to more realistic space-time holograms. There is “tantalizing evidence,” said Xi Dong of the University of California, Santa Barbara, who led the research, that the new model is a piece of “a unified framework for quantum gravity in de Sitter [space].”
Dong and co-authors Eva Silverstein of Stanford University and Gonzalo Torroba of the Bariloche Atomic Center in Argentina constructed a hologram of dS space by taking two AdS universes, cutting them, warping them and gluing their boundaries together.
The cutting is needed to deal with a problematic infinity: the fact that the boundary of AdS space is infinitely far away from its center. (Picture a ray of light traveling an infinite distance up the saddle’s curve to reach the edge.) Dong and co-authors rendered AdS space finite by chopping off the space-time region at a large radius. This created what’s known as a “Randall-Sundrum throat,” after the physicists Lisa Randall and Raman Sundrum, who devised the trick. This space is still approximated by a CFT that lives on its boundary, but the boundary is now a finite distance away.
Next, Dong and co-authors added ingredients from string theory to two of these theoretical Randall-Sundrum throats to energize them and give them positive curvature. This procedure, called “uplifting,” turned the two saddle-shaped AdS spaces into bowl-shaped dS spaces. The physicists could then do the obvious thing: “glue” the two bowls together along their rims. The CFTs describing both hemispheres become coupled with each other, forming a single quantum system that is holographically dual to the entire spherical de Sitter space.
“The resulting space-time has no boundary, but by construction it is dual to two CFTs,” Dong said. Because the equator of the de Sitter space, where the two CFTs live, is itself a de Sitter space, the construction is called the “dS/dS correspondence.”
Silverstein proposed this basic idea with three co-authors back in 2004, but new theoretical tools have enabled her, Dong and Torroba to study the dS/dS hologram in greater detail and show that it passes important consistency checks. In a paper published last summer, they calculated that the entanglement entropy — a measure of how much information is stored in the coupled CFTs living on the equator — matches the known entropy formula for the corresponding spherical region of de Sitter space.
They and other researchers are further exploring the de Sitter hologram using tools from computer science. As I described in a recent Quanta article, physicists have discovered in the last few years that the AdS/CFT correspondence works exactly like a “quantum error-correcting code” — a scheme for securely encoding information in a jittery quantum system, be it a quantum computer or a CFT. Quantum error correction may be how the emergent fabric of space-time achieves its robustness, despite being woven out of fragile quantum particles.
Dong, who was part of the team that discovered the connection between AdS/CFT and quantum error correction, said, “I believe that de Sitter holography also works as a quantum error-correcting code, and I would very much like to understand how.” There’s little hope of experimental evidence verifying that this new perspective on de Sitter space-time is correct, but according to Dong, “you instinctively know you are on the right track if the pieces start to fit together.”
Patrick Hayden, a theoretical physicist and computer scientist at Stanford who studies the AdS/CFT correspondence and its relationship to quantum error correction, said he and other experts are mulling over Dong, Silverstein and Torroba’s dS/dS model. He said it’s too soon to tell whether insights about how space-time is woven and how quantum gravity works in AdS space will carry over to a de Sitter model. “But there’s a path — something to be done,” Hayden said. “You can formulate concrete mathematical questions. I think a lot is going to happen in the next few years.”
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Hi mod pastatatatata!! Could you pleaaaaaaaase write a scenario for Shigs who has a secret admirer who has to get really drunk to even be able to talk to him?? If you could do NSFW that would be wonderful! Thank you and I hope all the mods have a great day!!!!!
So here’s the lowdown with drunk scenarios; I can do NSFW, but I won’t write it if the character is too drunk/not both characters are drunk. Since you didn’t specify, but I think Shigaraki is that kind of person, I’ll leave it to your imagination on that part.
-Mod Pasta 🍜 🍝
It wasn’t required of Shigaraki’s subordinates to check in every day in the main hideout, nor was it required for them to live there; some did the most to stay in touch with the other villains, others wanted to kept villainy in their explicit private life. Some didn’t have a choice either way. Therefor you had decide to do what you could to be closer to Shigaraki.
And that was: live at the hideout. So you had moved into the hideout, conveniently “hiding” in your room for most of the time. It would be too embarrassing for you to exit and talk to people, right? Taller, bigger, they were all too much for you to handle.
Unless you had some help in the form of liquid courage.-“K-Kurogiri, could I have a drink please?” You were pushing it to just be close to him; your crush. Sitting just a couple seats away from him at Kurogiri’s makeshift bar, you made sure to keep your eyes stuck to the wispy man as he nodded and started to brew up some sort of concoction.
“Of course, (L/N), the usual I presume?” He inquired. and you nodded. He didn’t want to just leave the conversation there, though, “What have you been up to today?”“Oh-uhm,” Conscious that Shigaraki himself could be listening, you stalled long enough for Kurogiri to give you your drink. You gratefully took it and fiddled with the glass, “Thank you. I did some minor account hacking,” In all reality, you just hacked into Dabi’s social media through your computer to see what he was up to; what a horrible idea that was.
“Oh? Tell me all about it,” He practically sounded like a father at this point. You laughed awkwardly, taking a long sip of the drink.
“I hacked into a League member’s account to make sure they were staying private enough,” As you and Kurogiri talked, you downed your drink a lot quicker than you expected. You weren’t paying too much attention to what he was doing, and by the time you finished your drink, the next one was set down in front of you, “Thanks,” You nodded to him, speaking lowly since Shigaraki seemed to be taking an interest in listening to your conversation. He was watching Kurogiri, his head propped up on his knuckles.
“Of course,” And just like that, you fell into the inevitable trap that is Kurogiri’s charisma. The next hour consisted of him making drinks for both you and Shigaraki, albeit the two of you being quite far away in relative walking distance, and keeping you entertained. It was almost like he planned it. Once you had reached rock bottom, he halted the conversation with a short cough, “(L/N), I think you’ve had enough. I wouldn’t advise that you-”
“Fuck off,” You shot at him, a large, goofy smile upon your lips. In your stupor, your shyness about approaching your crush seemed to fade away as you flipped the wispy man off and pushed off of your chair, using the other chairs to prop yourself up as you went to go sit with him. The air felt light, warm, silly even as you began to converse, “Hey, I wasn’t talking to you, haha, no bad feelings bossy man?”“I’m not bossy,” It was obvious to an outsider that he was holding his liquer much better
“No, you’re amazing just the way you are,” You giggled, and he perked up, his head whipping around to lock eyes with you. You held his gaze, elated that he was observing you.
“You’re drunk,” he muttered, taking the rest of his drink before pushing himself up. It was almost like he wasn’t at least a little tipsy as well. You quickly followed him, focusing much too hard on your feet for your own good. It was too hard to walk.
“Well so are you, silly,” you grabbed his arm, and he flinched at the contact. He wasn’t used to it; he wasn’t used to even being touched.
“Get off, I don’t want to put up with you,” he didn’t hold much power in his words. Kurogiri piped up from the other side of the bar.
“You’re both done,” he was mostly talking to himself as he grabbed Shigaraki’s cup.
“No-“ Shigaraki grit his teeth, then sighed and glanced to you. He rethought his choice, “I guess so,” he grumpily began to drag himself and you into the hallway. He attempted to leave you at your door, but you sweet talked your way out of it.
“Come on, Tomura,” you hummed, your vice grip loosening as you rubbed small circles into his tensed arm over the soft black fabric of his long sleeve shirt, “Let’s just go to your room. Do you watch TV? I like sci-fi shows!”
“Everyone watches TV,” he glared daggers down the hallway as he pulled the both of you along the darkening hallways. His own room was far away from the other ones. He planned on laying you down on his bed and letting you pass out so he can play his DS until he falls asleep somewhere on the floor. Unlike how he would throw the other members away on the floor of the basement, he kind of likes you.He likes talking to you. He barely ever gets to, and you usually shy away when he tries to strike a conversation, so even though you’re drunk off your ass, he likes having this time with you. As he stumbled along with him, he relaxed. It’s not like you were attacking him.
“Do you wear long sleeves because you’re cold? I like them,” You were giddy to get to his room. It would finally let you sit down, for one, and it was also where you could be with him all night.
“No, I-“ he paused, his ears tinting pink. He hid his embarrassment behind anger, grabbing his doorknob and slamming his door open, the knob making a “bang” against his wall. He slung you onto his bed with dark blue sheets. His room was plain with a single poster from a videogame on his wall. He was used to moving, so most of his wall accessories were still in boxes. His TV was set up, though, so he closed the door and turned it on as he sat on his bed. You helped upon hitting it, then laughed. It felt surreal to be with him, and so drunk.
“Aw, that was mean,” you cooed, wrapping your arms around his neck from behind and nuzzling the side of his head. He narrowed his eyes, trying to focus on turning the channel.
“Just go sleep, subordinate,” he stuck to not using your name as to not give you the wrong idea. He was beginning to get that idea, though, as your hands began to wander elsewhere.
“How could I when you’re right here? You’re too interesting for your own good, Tomura,” you didn’t even remember his quirk when he grabbed your arms when your finger tips raced to his belt. He made sure not to hurt you, but it was a warning that you didn’t take. He felt like he had given you enough warnings at this point; you wanted him, and he knew this.
“You’re pushing it,” he growled, the TV blaring in the background as he set the remote on his wooden nightstand. You began to undo his belt and jeans anyway.
“I’ve been wanting to do this for a while,” you licked your teeth in apprehension, the alcohol leaving you in a dazed, horny state. He finally released your arm, leaning against you.
“Just be quiet about this,” he snapped, and you gasped dramatically at his change of heart.
“Of course Tomura,” you slurred his name, and the night proceeded with anything but the two of you being quiet.
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When you woke up, your headache was as if All Might himself had punched you. You groaned, trying to stretch, but finding that something, rather someone, was holding you in a vice grip. His hands lay lax, as if even in this vulnerable, sleeping state, he knew he could hurt you. That wasn’t the problem, though, the problem was that you were in Shigaraki’s arms!
“Sh-Shigaraki!” You exclaimed, and he groaned and cuddled you tighter. His naked body and your own were so perfectly warm, you almost reconsidered waking him up fully and just letting him sleep. He looked so perfect, so content like this. Your cherry red face wouldn’t let you, though, and you whined.
“What,” his gruff morning voice sent shivers down your back. He took a couple seconds to blink the sleep out of his eyes. When he fully woke up, he didn’t move. You were hidden, your face against his chest, “Look at me. I said look at me,” he ordered, and his commanding voice immediately brought you to peek up. His face was placid; not angry, but not happy. It was calm, something you usually wouldn’t see.
“Did we-? Well, I guess we… I’m so sorry…” you whispered, mortified that in your blackout drunk state you had seduced him. As if to make matters worse, he then buried his face in your hair.
“I liked it,” he muttered, starting to shift and untangle his legs from yours. He still didn’t let go, though.
“Shouldn’t we… go? Or me, shouldn’t I-?” He cut you off with a shake of his head.
“Stay,” You hummed a embarrasses agreement. Your heart was pounding, but it was also at ease; he didn’t seem to dislike having you with him.
This was nice. Messed up, but nice
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A Real Life RPG? Part 2
Salutations grand adventurer! I, Tsumugi Shirogane, am here to help you gear up for this adventure set before you!” The blue haired woman beamed at Chiaki, gesturing her inside. Tsumugi was dressed in what Chiaki assumed was a fantasy clothier outfit. Bright, vibrant blues coloured the soft looking fabric of a collared shirt, mostly hidden behind a dark brown leather vest, the sleeves drawn up to her elbows. Focusing closer, the vest had a few pockets with measuring tapes and fabric swatches sticking out here and there. Chiaki's eyes widened more and entered the room, Tsumugi following close behind her and shutting the door.
Laid out neatly On Chiaki's bed was a series of 5 outfits, each corresponding to a specific class. Tsumugi pulled up a chair and pointed, cheerfully directing Chiaki to sit.
“So…” Chiaki started slowly, tilting her head at the strangely dressed woman, “What are my options?”
Tsumugi pressed her right hand into her hip and stuck out her left index finger, reminding Chiaki of a character portrait she had seen in an old DS game. She could sense it from a mile away, an info dump was coming.
“In glad you asked! Before you we have outfits for 5 classes: Warrior, Ranger, Rogue, Mage, and Bard. In this adventure, each are just as useful as the other; However you will encounter obstacles due to a negative trait of each! The warrior, while good in combat is poor at interaction with people. In turn, they are also above average in interacting with animals. The ranger, highly adept with a bow and fairly charismatic but is useless in close confrontation, verbal or physical. The dastardly dashing rogue, highly charismatic, sneaky as a shadow, and very dangerous in close quarters fights. Be warned, they suffer from kleptomania and will steal at least one item from any building and any person they interact with. The mage, can't take too many hits but is very dangerous at any distance, high intelligence but average charisma. And finally, we have the bard. Enough charm to take a bear cub from its mother and be given a fish for the road, master of sound and music, and can create disguises! The only drawback is that they too cannot take to many hits, and are incredibly vain about their appearance. Who will you choose? Don't worry, each outfit is perfectly sized to you!!” Tsumugi seemed visibly winded from the explanation, her nose gently shining in the light, but held a smile through it all. Chiaki placed a hand at her chin and lowered her gaze to the floor, contemplating.
“What if I multiclass?” Chiaki asked, tugging at the edge of her sleeve with her off hand, eyes now leveled with the kits on the bed.
Perhaps the loudest silence Chiaki had ever head washed over the room, as Tsumugi stood with her eyes wide open. Chiaki felt a little tense, thinking she said something wrong. As she took in a breath, hoping to retract her statement, Tsumugi exploded with an enthusiastic
“ABSOLUTELY!”
Chiaki looked at the clothes, and thought for a few minutes. After a moment, she got up and inspected two sets, the warrior and mage.
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After what felt like an hour, Chiaki had her outfit and load out together. Modeled after her trademark hoodie, she had a dark green cloth cowl with lighter coloured leather patches resembling cat ears. It trailed off in two long scarf ends that hung just above her waistline. Over her chest, she had a chainmail “shirt” that was in reality a pair of sleeves that hung at her mid biceps and a little over her bosom. The edges were obscured by a light tan leather cuirass, tentatively fastened together to not constrict Chiaki's breathing. Below was a belt with three pouches, one for her “fire magic”, one for her “heal spell”, and one for her “ice blast”. The reality was coloured glitter was put in each, so Chiaki would throw a handful during any confrontation. At her left hip, Chiaki had a foam longsword, painted to look like real metal. From her hips down, Chiaki had a “reinforced leather” skirt that went to her knees. It was a lighter kind of pleather that had metallic plates bolted to it; A wide one in front, two in the rear, and two long plates at her flanks. Chiaki wore a pair of regular black leggings for comfort, but decided on a tall pair of black boots from the rogue outfit that had a single metal spike fastened to the front.
“Chiaki you look even better than I had hoped, I guess I'm plain ignorant of your gaming knowledge!”
Next thing to do was gather a party at a local 'tavern’. Tsumugi gave Chiaki a pouch of 25 chocolate coins, and sent her to a local Café.
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I'm so sorry I didn't finish this sooner. Everything has kinda collapsed on me and I'm feeling just a liiiiiiittle more hopeless than usual, but things should be on the up and up! I hope.
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★✩★ COVER REVEAL ★✩★
The True Purpose of Vines
Book 1 in the Winemaker Series.
By Giovanna Siniscalchi
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Portugal, 1870
A winemaker desperate to save her vineyards...
Julia Costa is the best winemaker in the Douro. When a greedy businessman threatens the land her family has held for generations, Julia defends her legacy and independence by any means necessary.
The Englishman sent to uncover her secrets...
The last thing Griffin Maxwell wants is to waste time mired in a Portuguese backwater. Still, to guarantee a partnership with Oporto's largest trading firm, he agrees to travel up the Douro River and chase some reluctant debtor.
A meeting of two cultures...
Nothing prepared Griffin for the headstrong winemaker. Alluring, she tempts him into enjoying Portugal's vibrant tastes and is a threat to his carefully constructed plans. The arrogant Englishman arrived at Julia's lands, believing himself entitled to everything, including her heart. But how can she resist an attraction headier than a vintage?
An enemy too powerful to fight alone...
When a mysterious plague decimates Europe's vineyards, Griffin and Julia struggle to find a cure, blind-tasting their way into an intoxicating passion. But reality demands an answer: will they allow cultural differences to keep them apart, or will they fight for the love of a lifetime?
About Giovanna Siniscalchi:
Stories are the very fabric of life. I want to transport readers to exotic settings, where they can find romance and happy endings and hopefully bring some back to their daily lives. Portugal brims with beauty and passion, and I research every tiny detail of my novels, hoping to make the reader treasure my grandparents’ country as I do. I have a loving husband who still is my hero and two amazing kids. When it’s cold and rainy, I run inside to read and watch movies under blankets, sipping wine. You can find me on the beach during summer, surfing with my family.
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The True Purpose of Vines, by Giovanna Siniscalchi.
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★✩★ COVER REVEAL ★✩★
The True Purpose of Vines
Book 1 in the Winemaker Series.
By Giovanna Siniscalchi
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/60674538/
Cover Designer: Shari Ryan @MadHat studios
Release Date: April 25
Hosted by DS Book Promotions
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UK https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B09W6CL8RQ/
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Blurb:
Portugal, 1870
A winemaker desperate to save her vineyards...
Julia Costa is the best winemaker in the Douro. When a greedy businessman threatens the land her family has held for generations, Julia defends her legacy and independence by any means necessary.
The Englishman sent to uncover her secrets...
The last thing Griffin Maxwell wants is to waste time mired in a Portuguese backwater. Still, to guarantee a partnership with Oporto's largest trading firm, he agrees to travel up the Douro River and chase some reluctant debtor.
A meeting of two cultures...
Nothing prepared Griffin for the headstrong winemaker. Alluring, she tempts him into enjoying Portugal's vibrant tastes and is a threat to his carefully constructed plans. The arrogant Englishman arrived at Julia's lands, believing himself entitled to everything, including her heart. But how can she resist an attraction headier than a vintage?
An enemy too powerful to fight alone...
When a mysterious plague decimates Europe's vineyards, Griffin and Julia struggle to find a cure, blind-tasting their way into an intoxicating passion. But reality demands an answer: will they allow cultural differences to keep them apart, or will they fight for the love of a lifetime?
About Giovanna Siniscalchi:
Stories are the very fabric of life. I want to transport readers to exotic settings, where they can find romance and happy endings and hopefully bring some back to their daily lives. Portugal brims with beauty and passion, and I research every tiny detail of my novels, hoping to make the reader treasure my grandparents’ country as I do. I have a loving husband who still is my hero and two amazing kids. When it’s cold and rainy, I run inside to read and watch movies under blankets, sipping wine. You can find me on the beach during summer, surfing with my family.
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