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halsteadlover · 6 months

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𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

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• Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Fem!Reader.

• Requested: no.

• Summary: being away most of the time, Charles is not always there to give you what you need so you decide to take the matter in your hands… But with a little help.

• Warnings: masturbation (f), use of vibrator, oral sex (fem receiving), swearing, unprotected sex (what can I say I’m a sucker BUT USE PROTECTION YOU GUYS).

• Word count: 3192.

• A/N: PLEASE READ THIS ONLY IF YOU’RE 18+. Here is my first Charles fic, I’m so nervous about it so please have some mercy 😭 I really hope you’ll like it, let me know what you think and comment, like and reblog if you want. Sending lots of love to all of you ❤️

When Charles turned the keys in the door lock he didn't immediately announce his presence, wanting to surprise you.

He put the bag on the ground and took off his jacket, but it was him who was caught completely off guard when he heard sounds that could only be moans.

He froze in place, his heart immediately starting to beat wildly in his chest.

What the fuck?

There was no doubt they were your moans, he would’ve recognized them from a mile away. For an instant the world collapsed on him, already projecting into his head you fucking with someone else on the bed you shared.

With silent steps and trembling legs he approached your bedroom, noticing the open door and immediately mentally breathing a sigh of relief in realizing you were the only one there.

He knew you’d never do something like that to him but he couldn't control the heart attack fear almost caused him.

However, his eyes almost popped out of their sockets when he realized what you were doing. You were leaning back on the bed frame, your shirt pulled up enough to leave your breasts exposed, you were naked from the waist down, legs spread and the vibrator in your hands.

Charles leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest as his eyes were glued to you. You didn’t noticed his presence, your eyes half closed as you let yourself be carried away by the pleasure.

“Oh Charles… Yes…”

Pleasure coursed through your veins as the vibrations radiated all over your pussy.

That evening you were particularly needy and horny and Charles wasn't home as he was away for the Mexican GP and would be back the next day. Unfortunately you had a lot of work to do so you couldn’t join him and saying you were missing him like crazy was an understatement.

“Oh yes.” A small moan escaped your lips, your eyes closed as you let yourself be carried away by the sensations. It felt good, you couldn’t deny it, but it wasn’t Charles.

God, only him knew how to touch you. He knew every button to press to make you completely lose your mind, he knew how to give you such overwhelming pleasure it’d make you lose the ground beneath your feet and your soul to come out of your body.

As you continued to move the vibrator on your clit, trying to find the exact point of high pleasure, you imagined his hands on you, touching you, his tongue licking your pussy, his dick inside of you as he fucked you until he took your breath away.

Another soft moan left your lips and he felt his pants get tighter and tighter as his dick got harder and harder. It had been too long since he last touched you, since he heard you moan his name like that and just seeing you brought back that desire he had repressed for weeks and weeks.

Before he knew it his palm was already pressing on his crotch as he watched you masturbate, trying to find some relief.

He wanted so much to approach you, take that vibrator out of you hand and use his mouth but he was mesmerized, he couldn't take his eyes off you and that pussy so wet he wanted to drown himself in it.

He would’ve liked to take his cell phone and film it so he could watch you over and over again but in any case he knew that image would never leave his mind again and seeing you giving yourself pleasure would be a fantasy he would’ve replayed for the rest of his life.

But when his erection started to press painfully against his pants he couldn't resist anymore, the need to have you and touch you was too intense to just continue watching.

“You missed me that much baby?”.

He tried to suppress a chuckle when you jumped in fright, throwing the vibrator next to you and instinctively closing your legs. He couldn't help but find adorable the way your cheeks got redder than Ferrari, as if you had just been caught committing a crime.

You didn't know what emotions to listen to first: shame for being caught masturbating or joy and shock because your boyfriend was finally home.

“Charles oh my god you’re here! I thought… I thought you were coming back tomorrow.”

He walked over and climbed onto the bed, crawling towards you until he was inches away from your face. You grabbed his face and kissed him but since he was so horny he couldn't even think anymore, he immediately deepened the kiss sliding his tongue in your mouth.

Soon you found yourselves lost in each other, taken by the passion and inebriation that made your head spin and that you had both missed so much. It was enough to set off a flock of butterflies in your stomach, and as your mouths moved against each other you feared you’d pass out there in his arms.

“Putain, I missed you so much,” he whispered against your lips as he caught his breath after that impetuous, almost animalistic kiss. His hand wrapped around one of your breasts, squeezing and groping it before leaning down and surrounding the other with his lips, biting and sucking on your nipple and eliciting sighs from you.

“Tell me what were you thinking about chérie?”.

“You baby, only you. Charles please I need you.” You moaned, wanting his fingers inside you.

He took the vibrator next to you and lay between your legs resting on one elbow, his eyes fixed on yours and a smirk on his lips. He was so fucking how that this alone would’ve been enough to make you come.

“I want to know baby. What were you thinking about? Tell me,” he spoke but before you could say anything he placed the still working vibrator back on your clit causing you to let out a loud moan.

He looked away from your eyes to your wet pussy, his mouth watering at the mere sight of it, looking at it as if he had just found the holy grail.

“Now I’m going to lick this gorgeous pussy and I want to hear what you were thinking while you were touching yourself okay?”.

You couldn't answer, too caught up with the pleasure you were feeling to even talk. He removed the vibrator and you let out a frustrated sigh.

“Answer me.”

“Y-yes… Just touch me please, I need it so badly…” you babbled and you didn’t care how pathetic you sounded, now that you finally had Charles you wanted him with every fiber of your body.

“My princess is so needy,” he smirked again before sticking his tongue out and taking a long, slow lick on your pussy, moaning at the sensation. Few words could describe how he felt after finally tasting you after so long but none came to mind, too focused on controlling himself to not come in his pants.

“Fuck… Do it again please.”

“Mon dieu, I missed this pussy so fucking much,” he moaned, “I'm gonna take such a good care of you baby… But I'm still waiting.”

He drew another long line across your labia, his tongue wet with your fluids. You threw your head back as your chest rose and fell rapidly.

“I was… I was thinking about your t-tongue licking me… Fuck I can't…”

He started licking you more vehemently, eating you out like a hungry man who hadn’t put anything in his stomach in months. His lips sucked on your folds as his tongue focused on your clit and that, coupled with the suppressed pleasure, was enough to push you over the edge.

Charles had never been as horny as he was at that moment. Every fiber of his body trembled with the desire to have you, he felt like he was burning, even though your pleasure came before everything and there was no more satisfying sexual act than pleasure you until your soul was consumed.

He slowly penetrated you with the vibrator and for a moment you seriously thought you were dying.

At that point you couldn’t think or say anything other that wasn’t a moan or a loud gasp.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck… Oh shit…”

You continued to squirm while he instead kept you anchored to the bed, preventing you from moving away. No matter how intense you and Charles’ sex life was, each time it was better than the last.

The combination of his tongue continuing to stimulate your clit, his mouth eating you out, and the vibrator inside you was too much, too much to bear. You didn’t know how much more your body could hold, how much more you could sustain before collapsing into many pieces.

Your hands threaded through his hair, pulling it and eliciting such a sexy growl from him you felt it in every corner of your body as your legs trembled so much you seemed to be convulsing.

“I can’t… Charles p-please…”

“Yes you can baby, you’re so good to me,” he murmured, almost risking coming again when you pulled his hair hard. He eventually gave up on knowing what you were thinking while touching yourself, knowing it’d be impossible for you to talk.

But god he fucking loved that. He loved seeing you squirm like that and not being even able to properly speak, he loved hearing you scream his name so loud all the neighbors must’ve heard you, he loved feeling the taste of your pussy so wet and your fluids covering his chin.

Your muscles began to tense, your guts to twist, your breathing irregular. The pleasure you were feeling in that moment was something you had never felt before, it was indescribable.

“Stop… Stop… I need… Please…” you cried out not knowing what you were saying, feeling like you were about to explode, trying to push his head away because of how overwhelming pleasure was.

Charles smiled on your pussy, continuing to lick you and let the vibrator penetrate you.

The orgasm that hit you full on was so intense it almost made your heart stop, your breathing caught up in your chest and your soul come out of your body. Waves of pleasure ran through your body as if shaken by electric shocks, and you would’ve been lying if you said you didn’t truly feel you were about to faint.

It was the most fucking beautiful and overwhelming orgasm you had ever felt in your life.

Charles licked and swallowed every trace of your leaking fluids, adding equally as much pleasure to that intense orgasm. Your head spun but at the same time, so light you felt yourself floating in space, momentarily disconnected from the entire world.

But he didn’t give you time to recover but from that sensational orgasm.

He tossed the vibrator onto a random spot on the bed and lifted himself up before grabbing your ankles and dragging you towards him and laying you flat on your back on the mattress.

He kissed you, sucking away that bit of strength and soul that was left in your body. You tasted yourself in his mouth, his chin and beard still wet with your fluids. His hands roamed ferociously all over your body and never before he was so desperate, hungry and eager to have you.

“I need you so fucking bad baby, god I need you,” he whispered against your lips as you tore off each others clothes which ended up being thrown somewhere in the room. “I need to be inside you.”

Charles let out a deep, loud moan as his dick penetrated you, practically sliding into you because of how wet you were. His chest rose and fell quickly as he tried not to come instantly even though it was damn hard when you wrapped and squeezed him so perfectly.

“Oh mon putain de dieu,” he cursed through gritted teeth, his breath heavy on your lips as he struggled to keep control. His forehead was covered in a light layer of sweat, his lips were parted as you breathed in each other's sighs and, damn it, he had never looked more mesmerizing and beautiful than he was in that moment.

You lost yourself in his eyes, those eyes you had missed so much it hurt, in those eyes in which you found your refuge from the world.

You wrapped your legs around his pelvis, pressing your heels into the small of his back in an attempt to get him closer to you, closer than he already was. It didn’t matter how warm his skin was pressed against yours, how close the two of you were, it was never enough, you always wanted more.

“Fucking hell baby you destroy me,” he groaned as he began to move his hips, making you writhe beneath him and pant as if you were the most experienced of porn stars. Your fingers traced his shoulders, nails instead pressing so deeply into his skin you feared he’d start to bleed.

“Yeah moan for me, let everyone know who gets to fuck you like this,” he groaned in your ear, causing a rush of shivers throughout your body, in contrast to the fire that instead blazed inside you. His thrusts were forceful, strong, so deep you were sure you wouldn't be able to sit up for days, his dick stretching every corner of your pussy.

You tried to kiss him but it was a messy kiss, which neither of you could continue due to the gasps and moans that were coming out of your mouths.

Charles was fucking you just like you’d expect an animal would and you couldn't even remember your own name anymore by then.

“Fuck baby fuck… Ah shit…” you moaned. “Don’t stop please don’t stop.”

He held you closer to him, as if somehow your souls could join, his face was hidden in the crook of your neck while his tongue licked your skin and his lips sucked them not caring if he could leave any mark.

“That’s it, that’s my pretty girl, shit, taking my dick so good,” he praised you making his dick twitch inside you as your walls tightened around him. “Oh yeah… Fuck… Keep clenching around me like that. You want to make me come? My pretty girl likes when I praise her doesn’t she?”.

God please have mercy on my soul because I’m about to die.

Charles felt he was about to come but he didn’t want to, he still wanted to be buried deep inside you, he still wanted to feel your pussy so wet it could swallow him, he wanted to hear your moans in his ears, your nails scratching his back, he wanted to swallow your breaths and sighs.

He pulled out before grabbing your hips and flipping you onto your stomach, moving like he pleased as if you were a doll. He bent you over, your hands held together behind your back with his right hand and your face pressed against the mattress.

With a single thrust he penetrated you again, starting to fuck you again and picking up the same intense and ferocious rhythm and making you almost spit every organ in your body. The bed moved to the rhythm of his thrusts, creaking under your weight as the sound mixed with his groans, your moans and the sound of your skin colliding with each other.

The fingers of his left hand pressed into the skin of your hip as he continued to move aimlessly in and out of your pussy, fucking you mercilessly into oblivion. “Fuck I missed this, god yeah…” he moaned, throwing his head back, eyes half closed as he struggled to hold on any longer.

You were on the verge of losing consciousness, completely unsure whether you’d survive a second orgasm which, from the pleasure and the way your body was shaking and spasming, would come very soon and be just as overwhelming and shocking as the first one.

“Oh C-Charles… I can’t… Oh yeah just like that baby keep going… Fuck…” you babbled in pure ecstasy and bliss, feeling his dick hitting that deep spot inside you. The fact you couldn’t move and your hands were held behind your back added even more pleasure and intensity and you actually felt like you couldn’t breathe anymore.

He went deeper and deeper with each thrust and it didn't take long for your vision to blur and for another orgasm to completely destroy you, making you almost die on that mattress.

Death from an orgasm, that would’ve been a pretty good headline.

His movements started to become erratic, messy, losing the vigorous and ferocious rhythm he had been using until recently. “Ah shit, shit, I'm coming fuck yes… Ah yes!” he loudly groaned before giving one final thrust and with it emptying himself into you, his dick twitching as he filled you with his cum until the last drop.

He stayed inside you for a moment as he softened and tried to catch his breath, his mouth still slightly open, struggling to get air.

Charles let go of your hands which fell dead weight on the bed and when he pulled out you lay on the bed, exhausted and on the verge of requiring an oxygen tank. He did the same, collapsing dead weight next to you as well.

There was a few moments of silence, broken only by your heavy breathing as you both tried to get it back into a normal rhythm. You wanted to kiss him, hug him, hold him until he’d get tired of it but you were genuine when you said you couldn’t move a damn muscle.

“Wow…” he breathed out, eyes still closed. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life. I can’t wait to come back home the next time and see you touch yourself again.” You chuckled tiredly, your eyes closed too. “But I’m not going to lie, I almost had a heart attack as soon as I walked in the door. You really scared the shit out of me for a second bébé.”

“You’re so stupid. I only have eyes for you love, you know that,” you murmured, still laughing and finally managing to open your eyes only for your heart to explode when you looked at his serene expression and the small smile on his lips.

He’s here, he’s truly here.

It was only then that you stopped to look at him and there was no need to say that he was always breathtakingly beautiful, his hair was slightly longer since the last time, his lips rosy, his cheeks flushed and the joy that filled you for finally having him back again was indescribable.

“Can you kiss me now please Mr Leclerc?”.

He opened his eyes and a laugh came out of his mouth before he leaned in and left a sweet, long kiss on your lips, lifting a hand and fixing the hair fallen in your face that you were sure looked more like a nest of birds.

“Welcome home baby.”

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cityof2morrow · 3 months

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Skylights 001

Published: 1-31-2024 | Updated: N/A SUMMARY Add a skylight to your build! Combine with invisible flooring to prevent rain/snow from falling through it (Simmons, 2024). Sources: Nooks & Niches (BuggyBooz, 2012), Skylights (Cas H, 2022 via Cities Skylines).

DETAILS Requires all EPs/SPs. §1000 | Build > Architecture You need the BBNiche1Master (Buggybooz, 2012) and Glass Repositroy from the Repository Pack (Simmons, 2023). These are 1-tile objects, skewed slightly towards the front of the tile (so use move objects on/off and grid on/off cheats if you want it perfectly aligned). When playing with high-altitude camera mods, zooming extremely far out will cause the glass to fade from view (see pic below). ITEMS Skylight 001 (6x8) (476 poly) Skylight 002 (17x17) (452 poly) Skylight 003 (9x15) (398 poly) Skylight 004 (6x12) (476 poly) Skylight 005 (4x4) (414 poly) DOWNLOAD (choose one) from SFS | from MEGA

CREDITS Thanks: Cas H, The “Midnight Crew,” and the Simming/Cities Skylines fan communities. Sources: Beyno (Korn via BBFonts), Cities Skylines (Paradox Interactive and Tri Synergy, 2015), EA/Maxis, Nooks & Niches (BuggyBooz, 2012), Offuturistic Infographic (Freepik), Skylights (Cas H, 2022 via Cities Skylines). Converted content is for non-commercial use only. EA/Maxis own all content derived from their games, as do other game/content publishers whose work appears on this site in derivative form. Per the Valve Developer Community TOU, CS creators control their custom content – contact this site via private message re: TOU violations.

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rosiesmuts · 1 year

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Not Quite Freest Use

Somi

Words: 3,500

A/N: While I still work on ‘Freest Use,’ these IG pics sent me into overdrive

Life works in mysterious ways. While posing as one of Rosé's employees, your reputation as being a diligent worker spread throughout YG and are considered a valued asset. BLACKPINK is overseas for their world tour, and because of that, the company was short staffed for events. You never had any intent on being an employee of YG, but an all expense paid trip to Japan as well as being rewarded generously was too good to refuse.

Somi was chosen as the host for MAMA in Japan and needed a bilingual bodyguard to help keep her safe. Everything is kept professional, Somi expertly entertaining the crowd, her God given natural charisma made her born to be an idol.

The event is over and despite hosting for three hours, her energy levels are as high as ever. There is an innate charm she holds, being able to make you feel like her lifelong friend despite meeting her yesterday.

One check around her dressing room to ensure there are no hidden cameras or people hiding is all that's left to do before giving her some privacy.

While doing your sweep, all the self control in the world to keep this professional isn't enough to keep your eyes to yourself. The absolute marvel of how the dress hugged every one of her curves is even more tempting up close. Though mostly covered up, her long legs and wide hips could never be hidden. The upper half of her dress is the true highlight; from behind, her sexy back open to the world, and especially from the front, her otherworldly cleavage just a light yank from being set free.

After the room has been cleared, you step toward the door and just as you're about to exit.

"Not so fast." She interrupts you just as you turn the doorknob.

A million thoughts run through your mind, perhaps this would turn out in the same way as it did with BLACKPINK. Her loud laugh breaks the tension, as if she could sense the lewd thoughts going on in your head. Her phone is now in your hand and she is striking poses with the different backgrounds.

“I need to take some SNS before I change.” Your practice in taking photos for Rosé and Jennie pays off, taking snap after snap with each photo ending up better than the last. Those same lewd thoughts re enter your mind when she tells you get a close up shot of her cleavage–your face becomes flushed and light beads of sweat gather around your forehead.

“What’s wrong? You’ve never seen tits before?” Somi laughs while gently caressing your face. “I know you’ve been sneaking glances at me, and don’t think you were hired for this event by mistake. Lisa told me all about you and recommended your…services”

You're pushed down onto the couch and Somi is standing over you, all the power is now in her hands. A simple zipper to the side of her dress is all it takes for the silken material to fall to the ground–she’s left standing there in a strapless bra that barely contains her and lace panties.

“Sit on your hands. No touching until I say so.” She retrieves her phone from your hands then starts to play some music. “No more photos of what we're about to do.”

Your body tenses up a bit, the floral undertones of her perfume are smelt immediately the moment she straddles your lap. You always thought Somi was beautiful, but being up close and center only magnifies how striking her features are.

“Just sit back and relax.” Words that are easier said than done. Her hips gyrate against your crotch in rhythm to the music and your face is so close to the wondrous cleavage that has captivated you all night that you can nearly taste it. You would love nothing more than to feel up every inch of her sinful body, but her instructions to sit on your hands has you paralyzed.

She leans forward, grabbing the back of the couch with her hands, and plants her cleavage deep into your face, slowly moving them up and down, the friction causes her bra to get lower and lower, until your face is finally flesh on flesh with her two massive mounds.

Leaning back to give you some time to catch your breath also gives you the opportunity to bask in the visual pleasure of her bare chest for the first time. “Well what do you think?” she asks in a sultry tone.

It would be hard to even imagine more perfectly shaped breasts. Each one round and full, yet not showing even the slightest hint of sag, perfectly as perky as her personality. The nipples and areola are large, but almost invisible–blended in with the rest of her skin and surrounded by a network of blue veins just visible beneath her pale skin.

“They’re amazing, I know.” Somi has now adorned an ever bratty smile. She knows how hot she is, using both hands to cup her own breasts, dropping them to show off how jiggly they are. The growing bulge happening between your legs doesn’t go unnoticed, Somi shifting her hips until your bulge is sandwiched in between her two pillowy thighs.

She doubles down, leaning forward once again, engulfing your entire face in her bountiful bosom. After what feels like an eternity, Somi finally gives you those magic words. “Taste them.” Like a rabid animal finally off their leash, slobbering up one of her giant breasts, trying to fit as much as you could into your mouth. A sweet moan leaves Somi’s lips, her hands holding the back of your head, keeping your lips sealed around her tit. Rules be damned at this point, you free your hands and use them to fondle the entirety of her sinful body until your left hand massages the unattended breast.

Her big tits are definitely the centerpiece that draws in all attention, but you still had your wits about you to make sure that foreplay was not forgotten. Light nibbling against her creamy neck and protruding collarbones do just as well to elicit sweet moans from Somi. Your hands move down, grabbing two handfuls of hot idol ass, lifting her up ever so slightly to put her tits directly in the path of your awaiting lips.

This time, with purpose, you seize one of her ghost nipples in between your lips, using your tongue to feel every bump and texture of her delicious nub. Somi gasps and leaves soundless moans, running her hands through your hair as you continue to devour the bountiful feast left in front of you. Your hands move on from her ass, making its first stop at her smooth silky thighs, then traveling up across her tight abs, before reaching their final resting place–making sure to cup and grope each of her giant tits while your mouth alternates between the two. After some time, each of her wondrous mounds are now covered in your saliva, and if left to your own devices, you could’ve spent the rest of the night just nestled into her chest.

The growing bulge in your pants, and the growing wet spot appearing on her lace panties is signs that things need to move onto the next step. Somi pushes her arms, her once perfect porcelain skin is now marred with marks from your suction. She looks down at your work, and makes circular motions of her tits with her hands, rubbing your saliva into her skin.

“I hope you enjoyed yourself, but we’re just getting started.” She stands up off your lap and you're able to see her perfectly shaped body in all its glory. Impossibly long legs attached to wide hips was only the gateway to the most lecherous part: slim tight abs laid underneath her most defining feature, which you’ve spent the last ten minutes worshiping. While her bubbly and carefree personality made her born to be an idol, her lustful body full of curves makes you think she was designed by the Gods with the sole intention of being fucked. She lowers her panties which reveal her cleanly shaven glistening pink slit, then leans down to whisper into your ear.

“Just so you know, before Jennie met you, she and I were competing for biggest whore in all of kpop. Hell, on my last birthday, I let ten guys free use my holes however they wanted.”

Somi makes quick work of your pants, easily sliding them off as she makes her way to the ground. Her delicate fingers wrap around your hard cock slowly pumping up and down. Her tongue joins in on the action, lightly licking underneath your head while continually stroking your cock with her soft hand.

“This may sound like a surprise, but I love the feeling of a big cock filling my mouth. And yours definitely qualifies.”

The final phrase before your head leans back into the sofa. Somi gives a smile and parts her long blonde hair behind her ears before beginning. Grabbing the base of your cock, she slowly lathers your head with your precum, then slightly puckers her lips and places them on your head–followed up with light kisses and suction against your head.

That brief sense of buildup is quickly washed away when Somi parts her lips and takes no time on taking the entirety of your length into the back of her throat. There is an initial resistance, but she easily adjusts her throat and continues to slide more and more of you down until her nose meets your crotch. After keeping her head down for a few seconds, she continues to bob her head, each time taking your whole length into her throat. Her full array of techniques are on full display, showing the expertise in her blowjob skills, making sure to keep the pace as painstakingly slow as possible–using her tongue to flick across every surface of your cock on the way up to maximize the amount of pleasure delivered.

It truly shocks you at how gifted she is in sucking cock, but perhaps you shouldn’t be surprised given what she had told you about being the biggest whore in all of kpop. You had previously thought that Jennie’s throat was molded to fit your cock, but Somi was giving her a run for her money. She takes pauses from deepthroating to look up at you and smile while worshiping your cock with pets and kisses.

Your hands struggle to find a place to rest themselves, wanting to place them on the back of her head, but any direction you could give her wouldn’t live up to her skill. You’re slowly losing your mind in the grasps of the picture perfect idol–the mind blowing pleasure of her blowjob changing by the second, the strength of her suction varying from strong to weak, the speed on which she bobs her head switching from meticulously slow and dangerously fast.

A loud groan escapes your lips, you’ve been fighting back your own eruption, but her final words tell you that you’ve been wasting your efforts. “Mmmm,” she said oh-so-sweetly. Drool has accumulated all across her chin, dripping down onto her chest. “You’re making my mouth water.” She pauses in mock-afterthought, “Oh, don’t you just want to cum in my mouth?”

All bets are off, she lightly strokes both of your thighs with her soft hands, bobbing up and down as fast as she can against your shaft. The gagging and choking noises only help to amplify the experience, knowing how needy she is for your cum and how nothing will stop her. Your hands involuntarily find themselves on the back of her head, holding her down for as long as your cock erupts with an ocean of white-hot cum into her mouth. She moans loudly and begins swallowing, practically slurping the cum from your cock. You release your hold against her head and she pops up, letting a few drops dribble down her to her chest. She fondles her own tits, making them shine against the bright lights with your cum lubricating the giant mounds.

While trying to catch your breath, you find yourself staring at Somi, trying to gauge if she wants to continue. She beats you to the punch and before you can even speak, she offers up her previous menu. “It’s only fair that I give you the same options as I did when I was free use. What will it be? You’ve already used up my mouth, so ass or pussy?”

The time to be subordinate is over. “Here’s what I’m going to do,” you whisper, pulling her in closer until she is pressed up against your body, “First, I’m going to finger fuck that tight little pussy of yours, get it good and soaking wet. Then, I’m going to eat that delicious pussy of yours, suck your little clit into my mouth and torture it with my tongue.”

“I have a better idea,” she gives you in a clearly bratty tone, “why don’t you just fuck the shit out of me and be done with it. I don’t want to leave this room being able to walk on my own.”

A quick flip of positions, and now Somi is laying on the couch, the long way to get into a comfortable position. She uses one hand to spread her lips apart and the other to grab hold of your cock.

“Looks like the rumors are true. Still hard as ever eh?”

You couldn’t help but laugh as her inner Canadian slips out. Finally in position, you put just the head against her wet lips. Slowly you start to insert your cock into her radiating wet core. Her hips thrust forward and upward, but you anticipate her neediness and pull back. You couldn’t help but tease her a little just to get her back for the nightlong events. Again you move forward and the head of your cock barely makes it past her waiting lips before you pull back once again.

Tethering past the point of her patience, she wraps her legs around your back and pulls you in herself–in one smooth and rapid motion, she impales herself with your throbbing cock. In spite of her wetness, the fit and warmth are incredible and almost unbelievable. A velvet glove is the first thing to come to mind, only this “glove” was about two sizes too small. Despite the claim of being the biggest whore in kpop she is still irrationally tight. She was like a wild woman, even while laying down in missionary, she’s bucking around on your cock as if she were in a race. If it weren’t for already unloading in her mouth, there would be a serious danger of hanging on any longer.

Not one to give up all sense of control, you place both hands on her hips and thrust into her with precision. Her fluttering eyes and the mixture of screams in both Korean and English gives you every indication that she's riding close to the edge.

Just then she lets out another long and low scream and you feel her pussy contract again and again, trying to milk you like a small suction pump. Her entire body turns into a light shade of pink, her orgasming face turns you on even more. Grabbing two handfuls of otherworldly breasts, you continue to pummel her through every second of her orgasm. Her sensitivity riding on the maximum settings, her hips buck into the air as she's brought to bliss once more.

Unsatisfied with only making her cum twice, and knowing that you would go through life regretting not tasting her sweet nectar at least once, your lips attach onto her clit while two fingers furiously curl trying to find her gspot. A rhythmic pace and constant flicking of her hardened nub with your tongue do quick work on the mewling beauty. Her hands struggle to find something to grab on to, and she screams louder than she ever has and lets out a violent amount of squirt.

She lays back down on the sofa, struggling to catch her breath after three eye watering orgasms. The amount of endorphins that have flooded her brain makes it hard for her to think before she finally whispers out.

"What the fuck was that? I've never done that before?"

"You don't mean to tell me that kpop's biggest whore has never squirted before, do you?"

Somi's energy is completely spent, she lightly strokes your cock while you continue to fondle her giant tits. She may be completely drained, but you were still raring to go. Unfortunately for her, the decision to let you cum from the blowjob has your stamina at an all time high. You take a seated position and grab her by the waist and place her on your lap. No longer restricted by the pesky pants blocking the way, you easily glide into her well-used hole. Finding yourself in the same position as earlier in the night, this time only doubly pleasurable with you buried deep inside Somi.

“Ride me Somi.” She lets out an exasperated sigh, but complies to your words, lightly bouncing up and down with both her arms around your neck. Her tits seem to defy gravity as even while she rides you, her perky mounds only slightly jiggle with her movement. While fucking her missionary was first-rate, what this feels like is on a completely different level. Your hands continue to roam her body, while the increased slickness from her recent orgasms feel even greater against your cock. You sloppily slurp on each of her nipples, the sounds of sex fill up the dressing room every time her body slams into yours.

The pleasure of being fucked overtakes any sense of fatigue Somi has, and she begins to quicken her pace. “Feel so fucking good” she whispers out, almost as if she’s talking to herself. She switches from low sexy groans and high pitched squeals, clearly enjoying herself and pleased with her decision to have you be her staff. Her eyes start to close and she has already dug her nails deep into your back–sharp enough to leave two claw marks strewn across. Her chest gets mashed into your when you pull her in tight, catching a whiff of her musky hair as it lays all across your face. Her cunt was now swallowing you whole, but somehow squeezing you even tighter with each passing moment. This time her pulsating walls as another orgasm built within her is enough to suck you in with her.

“Somi - you’re gonna make me…”

“Good! Cum for me”

Already past the point of no return, she slams her body into yours at an even faster rate. Knowing that there’s no turning back now, you succumb to the temptation of flesh and let yourself go. The combination of her chest pressed up against yours and her suffocatingly tight walls are too much to overcome, especially considering how long BLACKPINK has been away on tour. One final bounce and a squeeze of her silky walls is enough to make you unload completely inside of her.

Wave after wave of thick seed is swallowed up by Somi’s cunt, and it doesn't help that her walls keep expanding and contracting with every shot. She plants a surprisingly tender kiss on your forehead.

“Mmm I feel so full. Let’s see how much you came.” She slowly begins to raise her body up, every drop of sticky liquid that comes flooding out of her landing on your crotch. She uses two finger to gather up as much of this sex fused concoction and brings it up to her mouth, making a show out of it to watch her drink your cum. Back kneeling between your legs, she carefully licks up each drop that she may have missed with her fingers, then lightly sucks your cock completely clean.

“I taste fucking amazing.” Somi proclaims in her ever familiar bratty tone. “I can’t believe they didn’t bring you on tour with them, if they’re not careful I might claim you for myself…”

#somi smut #kpop smut #male reader

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katrotica · 10 months

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Here's the extraordinary Alejandra Guilmant from a picture I saw via @jesusmontanalll who I know is a big Alejandra fan. I just heard from him this morning via a different blog called @eddiessoulkitchen bc apparently his blog was tanked for being "sexually explicit". And like, ya? I guess so? I mean... I followed that blog for a long time, and sure, it has hot pictures of naked girls on it, which according to tumblr is sexually explicit, but of the allowed variety, as far as I understand. Tumblr has def gotten better lately, but it's still weird and broken and confusing. Anyways, I hope he gets his blog back bc it's great. It's where I saw this pic of Alejandra the first time, so this poster is for him. I thought I'd pretty much seen all the pics there were to be seen of Alejandra, but apparently not because this one was new to me. The original is even darker, and it was hard to find a high res version to make the poster—there's still a little bit of pixelation going on, but I did try a new thing in Photoshop that apparently uses some form of AI to increase the resolution of the photo (something not previously possible, unlike what the TV shows would have you believe: "Enhance that section of the picture ..." But it actually worked pretty well! That's the only AI I used for this poster tho. It's still the real Alejandra, as far as I know :) She sure is magnificent.

#alejandra guilmant

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judysxnd · 1 year

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I AM IN LOVE WITH YOUR WRITINGS ❤

Can I request a pedro × reader?

It's few months into the relationship and pedro , being a bad sleeper , one day woke up from a terrible nightmare . The reader is up so she calms him down and pedro hugs her and tell her ( I love you ) for the first time .

Thank you so so much❤️ it means SO much🥰 love the request, it’s going to be so intimate!! Hope you’ll like it!!

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Today has been a long day for Pedro. Waking up at 6am, driving an hour and half for the interviews to promote the last season of the Mandalorian, having lunch at almost 2pm, going to the gym after, and then an appointment with his agent. It was a pretty busy day. As for you, it was a normal work day.

He finally came back around 7:30. You were waiting for him in the living room, scrolling on social media. When you heard the door opening, you stopped what you were doing and went to see him.

“Hey baby” you said shyly, smiling

“Hi angel” his face lit up when he saw you. His movements were slow, kicking his shoes off and putting his stuff away. As he was very happy to finally be home and see you, he was extremely tired. It hit him as soon as he opened the door.

“You look tired” you said, going to hug him. His entire body relaxed as you wrapped your arms around him.

“I’m more than tired” he sighed, holding you tight.

“Yeah I bet you are. Are you also hungry? I was waiting for you”

“A little yeah”

“Uber?”

“Hell yeah. Too tired to cook anything”

“Okay. I’ll order, go take a shower, okay?” You slightly parted, looking at each other.

“You’re too good for me mama” he leaned down to kiss you.

So Pedro went to take his shower. He food arrived right after he joined you in the kitchen. You quietly enjoyed your food and went to bed right away, watching a movie. As you expected, five minutes into the movie and Pedro was dead asleep. You kept watching the movie, it was very interesting.

Trapped in a house. All exists are absolutely no use. The front door? Three steel bear traps. The two French windows in the back? Electric wires in front of them. The windows? Barriers blocking them. The only possible exit are the skylights, but the roof is too high, and it’s not discreet enough to escape the monster. Because yes, there is a monster chasing the man. Nonstop running, going from one hiding spot to another. Sweating, out of breath, unable to run properly, nothing to defend himself. The man goes in a roof, but the monster sees him, so he goes back inside. It’s too dangerous to jump. But there’s something missing. He wasn’t alone. He knows that his girlfriend is missing. He also feels that he is alone, no family anymore. Like they were all gone, they were not existing anymore. The pics on the wall show no face except for the man. He still remembers everything, but- but the pictures? He is alone. Faces erased. What is happening? Oh no, the monster is close. He can hear his heavy breathing. Will he see him in the closet? Oh- yes he did. He swung the door opened. The monster growls, and is about to throw his hands on the man.

Suddenly Pedro wakes up screaming, heavily breathing. It scared you. You sat up next to him, caressing his back, holding his hand

“Wh-What happened?” Pedro asks, still shocked.

“It was a nightmare Pedrito, it’s okay, it’s not real”

“It-It” he paused a second, catching his breath “it felt so real” he put his hands on his face.

“It was not”

“Everyone was-” he couldn’t even say it

“It’s okay, look at me” you put your hand in his cheek, turning his head so that he would look at you. “Look at me, you feel this?” You said touching his hand, his arm, his face. “I’m real, it’s real” you said, making him look around you. He looked at you, not saying anything. You could see his chest moving a lot has he was still out of breath. He suddenly hugged you. “See? I’m real” you added again, hands on his back.

“It was awful, I can’t even describe it”

“Then don’t. Just know that it’s not real. I’m here. I’m real, you’re real.”

“I love you so much” you heard him say. You were surprised, for sure you didn’t expect it. It was the first time either of you said it. Being only together for a few months, it is expectable. You felt butterfly in your stomach. There he was, in pure shock, and saying I love you. It was the purest moment. You let go of him, staring at him, your hands on his cheeks.

“I love you too” you kissed for some time. “Come on, let’s go back to sleep” you turned the tv off. You started to lay down on your side, but Pedro grabbed you.

“Can’t sleep without feeling you corazón, you’re the one keeping me sane” you turned to face him

“I’m not going anywhere.. cariño” he smiled. You hold his hand. “It was just a nightmare. This- This is real” you snuggled right to him, and both fell asleep.

#pedro pascal #cute #fanfic #imagine #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal x reader #gif #pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal x y/n #pedro pascal preferences #pedro pascal one shot #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x female reader #oneshot

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genericpuff · 1 year

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it's legit been a hot minute since i've read an LO episode from start to finish so I decided to read the new free episode

wow i'm really not missing a dang thing am i, jfc

I've talked about it before how the dialogue in these comics really feels... non-human, but now I'm at a point where I wouldn't even be surprised if I find out the comic was being written by one of those script bots or some AI Chat GPT tool. It's just so stupidly clunky with very little context or build-up to what's being said, the characters feel like they're just talking at each other rather than with each other, if you know what I mean. It's giving Shenmue 3.

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But let's have some extra fun with this and go through it panel by panel.

I'm not gonna talk about the Apollo scene, not yet at least. But I DO want to talk about the dialogue exchange between Persephone and the demigods she's chosen to be judges.

First off, we get this cut to Persephone saying "Thank you so much for coming today." But the stuff that follows really feels like these guys have no idea where they are or why. Like, the first thing the guy on the left has to say is "you're a woman", why is he making this observation now if they intentionally made the decision to join her? If he's supposedly sexist on that line alone (which is what a lot of people in the discussion circles assume) why would he even join her on the boat in the first place if he wasn't willing to listen to a woman?

Oh, okay, so they HAVE had this conversation already, great exposition, Rachel! But again, it still makes no sense why he's making this observation out of nowhere if he already knows he's going to be working with her and chose to come along with her on the boat ride. Why is he repeating what he's already said? Why not just have this conversation happen organically instead of doing the whole sitcom "cut to the middle of what's happening and explain it matter-of-factly for the audience to catch up so we don't have to actually show the entire conversation???" bit?

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It's such a cliche overused tactic to try and skip informing NPC's of what the audience already knows but that only works if we, the audience, know what's going on. Such a tactic is meant to benefit the AUDIENCE, not the characters. It's a pointless waste of time for everyone involved if they're doing it the other way around where the NPC's know but the audience doesn't and the characters have to re-explain everything they already know for the audience. It's clunky exposition.

And then of course, we get Persephone acting all high and mighty with people who, again, don't even seem to know what the fuck is going on, they don't even seem to be functioning at full brain capacity with how repetitive and pointless their dialogue is (especially the "I'm a son of Zeus" guy but we'll get to him later). If Persephone's thankful for them joining her, why is she being such a bitch? This isn't a power move, she's not being a "boss babe", she's being that bitchy manager that complains about high turnover rates completely oblivious or uncaring to the fact that she's the reason people quit the job in the first place.

"It's listening to the Queen of the Underworld time", bitch you have done NOTHING to earn that title or demand for respect. NO ONE KNOWS WHO YOU ARE. Anyone who DOES know her only knows her as a consort of Hades from that one tabloid pic from ten years ago. So... yeah, literally no one knows her. Even if they saw her in that weird broadcast during the Kronos fight (which, why would they, everyone was asleep as we were told and that news chopper was from OLYMPUS), she has done nothing to organically earn the respect and admiration of the people. As far as anyone's concerned, she's just this weird pink thing rolling into town and the only reason she has power at all is because the King has a flower nymph fetish and wanted a replacement for the girl that "got away" and married his brother.

IDK if this was an attempt at a joke but I feel bad for this guy because he clearly has no idea where he is, why he's here, or why he's going to work for the Underworld when he's a son of Zeus and would maybe prefer a job in Olympus somewhere. Look at him, those aren't the eyes of a man who knows what's going on.

"RAWR, I'm edgy and in control, shut your whore mouth while I'm speaking, peasant!"

She doesn't even look intimidating here, she looks severely constipated.

This is also legit just a copy paste of the Hera/Apollo/Echo scene from S2 which just further drives home how Persephone is an emotional replacement for Hera and a physical replacement for Rhea (while also satisfying that aforementioned flower nymph fetish).

Again, Persephone has done nothing to earn the admiration or respect of her people (unlike, y'know, Hera) and it's bullshit that she pretended to be all thankful at the beginning of this only to then treat them like shit as soon as she was able. Like, again, she seems to have just kidnapped these guys and they undoubtedly have questions and instead she's steamrolling all over them for zero reason beyond stroking her ego. If she's so bothered by the first guy being a sexist, why is she hiring him in the first place???

girl he's literally trying to escape from your bullshit, why are you treating him like a toddler or a hamster who can't control himself

it's painfully clear now these guys absolutely did not sign up for ANY of this and even if they DID sign up to be judges for Hades, they clearly were NOT aware it would include being berated and snipped at by his moody toddler of a wife, she's the ONLY one here who has zero self control or qualifications. push her in the river, please. put her in the hamster cage.

so yeah, it's not "thank you for coming with me today", it's "thank you for shutting up and being good little hostages so mommy can play pretend ruler, if you even THINK of ignoring me i'll have my daddy Mads Mikkelson- I mean, Hades chop your balls off, teehee!" seriously can SOMEONE please push her in the river, she's got like 50 pounds of hair, she has zero chance /hj

"i found a way for my husband to do even less work than he already does, like a good little billionaire!"

ms. brian griffin, no one knows what elysium is

we, the audience, haven't even seen elysium

no one knows what you're talking about and no one has anything to thank you for because so far you've spent the majority of your time in the underworld since the time skip dicking around and acting like a Karen

literally sit down and eat your oatmeal

we don't even know what 'nu-tartarus' is, who wants to bet rachel watched sci-fi the week she made this with the 'nu' spelling, jfc

what did she do to warrant the 'nu'

in fact, is tartarus even accessible right now??? what happened to Kronos locking himself up in there and refusing to let anyone in??? Did they seriously dig a hole in the ground and call it "Nu-Tartarus"? Fuck off.

Hermes, pal, you're seeing this shit, right? How can you sit there and watch her act like this??? This ain't the girl you used to make out with in the mountains.

"My husband serves in the military, you know! You'll regret not giving me that 2% discount!"

for those of you in the audience who don't know this, this is what we call panel filler. i.e. pointless repetitive panels that RS uses to fill her panel quota each week. LO always has at least 2-3 of these per episode. Go ahead, fact check it yourself, I'll wait.

Diva Plavalaguna wore it better, honey.

(also why do her ARMS look the same as her hair, they look like sausage casings 😭)

Such a weird cut though, from her making that "lol can you believe the things I put up with ????" face to her just WALKING AWAY FROM THE MEN WHO HAVE NO IDEA WHY THEY'RE EVEN HERE.

what- um, why are we cutting to this? I get that it's RS still trying to exposit instead of write organically but Hermes literally didn't ask and he should probably already be aware of what's going on if he's ON THE BOAT WITH HER. Also why are you explaining to him what a demi-god is? Again, it's Rachel trying to do the "and that's my plan" shtick not understanding that only works for OTHER CHARACTERS who aren't "in on it", NOT THE AUDIENCE. When you try to have your characters explain things JUST for the sake of the audience, it makes them all look stupid and it wastes the audience's time.

Like, never mind the fact that Hermes himself is technically a demi-god in LO as his mother is a non-god.

This would have worked better if she was explaining who these men were specifically, like the fact that they were Kings when they were alive, or why she chose them, but no, she just starts it and leaves it at "well they're related to Zeus, so they're demi-gods" with zero lead-up or context as to why she's explaining this to Hermes of all people in the first place.

WAIT OKAY. SO I WAS RIGHT, THEY LITERALLY AREN'T FUNCTIONING AT FULL AUTONOMY. THAT'S WHY THEY'RE REPEATING THINGS OR NOT SAYING THINGS THAT ARE RELEVANT OR ASKING QUESTIONS.

PERSEPHONE LITERALLY TOOK THESE SHADES WHO HAVE NO ABILITY TO CONSENT OR UNDERSTAND WHAT'S GOING ON

AND IS FORCING THEM TO WORK FOR HER HUSBAND, THE SLAVE DRIVER.

PERSEPHONE HAS BECOME A SLAVE DRIVER.

"THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR COMING WITH ME TODAY" ????

"THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR BEING GOOD LITTLE SLAVES. YOU WORK FOR ME AND MY HUSBAND NOW. WE'LL GIVE YOU BACK ENOUGH OF YOUR AUTONOMY TO MAKE YOU GOOD FOR WORKING BUT YOU WILL NEVER HAVE FREE WILL."

THIS IS LITERALLY THE PLOT OF HADESTOWN BUT IT WANTS US TO CHEER FOR HADES' POINT OF VIEW IN THE END.

Also, "Hades is going to restore some of their humanity"??? Guys, do you realize the implications of this?

If this is something he's always been able to do, that means he's always had the ability to grant the shades working for him autonomy and will, but chose not to.

Give them enough sentience and autonomy to work, but not enough to question why they're working for the system in the first place.

Great job Persephone, this is soooo much better than what Hades was doing before. You've made life so much better for the dead.

Fucking hell. I started this essay with the intent of talking about the weird clunky dialogue exchanges and as I sat on it and wrote on it longer and longer it just got so much WORSE and turned into discussing Persephone's lack of morals and how she's become the very thing she always claimed she stood against.

I say "great job Persephone" but we also have to give credit where credit is due - great job Rachel, this is soooo much better than just ending the series in the first two seasons or actually resolving the plot threads you started in Season 1. You've made your comic so much better to please the stans and spite the haters.

Christ. I'm not even done talking about everything I wanted to talk about regarding this episode but I figured I should cut it off here to at least keep it all on theme. I do wanna talk about that Apollo scene and the Hermes/Persephone conversation but I'll probably do that in separate posts.

Despite how fired up I got, I am glad about one thing - I really am not missing anything. I have lost nothing from unsubscribing from LO and uninstalling the WT app. And frankly, neither will you if you've been contemplating on promoting yourself to a non-reader. There is zero FOMO here. I get just as much if not more entertainment from just following along with the hilarious conversations in the Discord and subreddit each week, because at LEAST those are fun and don't make me feel dead inside like LO does. LO isn't entertaining, it's hardly even so-bad-that-it's-entertaining at this point, maybe it still is for you, but I'm assuring you right now for those of you "hanging on", it's not going to magically "get better", even the episodes that some people CLAIM are better really aren't because of how low the bar is nowadays. I am giving you full permission to free yourself of these shackles if you've been looking for a way out. Take this as your metaphorical key.

The LO we all fell in love with is long, long gone.

#and yes i do hope rachel and webtoons reads this #because a lot of people do have the WT app at this point just for LO so people dropping off LO means people dropping off the app #this comic absolutely is affecting your bottom line WT #why is this comic still being carried on WT's shoulders #even when it's not being outright controversial or offensive it's still just a poorly made comic #the dialogue is janky and there's NOTHING GOING ON #it's just further proof that so many romance webtoons aren't built to last 3 seasons #they always lose their steam by then #just put it out of its misery for the love of god #lore olympus critical #lo critical #antiloreolympus #anti lore olympus #Youtube

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airbendertendou · 1 year

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IN CHAOS NOW! synopsis : your brother and his friends make a small trip to get you from school, only to run into the local gang.

cw ; reader is gender neutral. no pronouns used. [name] in place of y/n. high&low characters implied to be your adopted brothers.

h&l taglist ♥︎ @straysugzhpe @yuken-gf @strxwberrychocolate @star2fishmeg @rouzuchan [if you would like to be added / removeed let me know ♥︎]

song inspo ; frost by txt

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toman + suzuran

“…does that make a little more sense?” The group of five stay silent before letting out a drawn out oh! in unison. You grin at their antics, shaking your head.

“Thanks again for doing this, [name].” Takemichi says. He rubs the back of his neck nervously, a sheepish smile on his face. “Hina gets upset with my grades, and I don’t want to bother her with re-teaching all of us this stuff.”

You ruffle his blond hair, “I don’t mind. I’m just glad I can help.”

“You help so much,” Atsushi speaks as he looks over his notes. Takuya nods enthusiastically, Yamagishi humming between them. “I don’t understand the teacher at all.”

The window leaks an orange haze as the sun begins to set ; a crow caws in the distance.

You tilt your head only to shake it after, hiding your unease with another smile. There’s no way. You look at the boys again, “need help with anything else?”

“Well—“

A loud bang echoes around the mostly empty school, an eerily familiar cackle hitting the walls soon after. With wide eyes, you and the group of five scramble outside of the classroom to see the commotion. A set of black and gold jackets are stood against… another set of black and gold jackets.

You blink, finding who you’re looking for as you walk up to him quickly. “Why are you here? Where’s my brother?”

“Curfew.” Is all Mercy says as another bang hits the wall. He glances to you, “it’s past your curfew.”

“Is it?” You mumble before pulling out your phone. It was past time for you to be home — an hour past, actually. You suck in a breath through your teeth, sending a sheepish grin his way. “My bad…”

A loud cackle hits the area again, “you’re a fun guy!” Binzo steps out of a pile of desks, knuckles bloody and a bruise forming on his cheek. In front of him, a boy with orange hair grins as he rubs his fist against his open palm. Binzo’s eyes widen, “I can’t wait to get rid of you.”

You act quickly, grabbing the wild boy’s ear and pushing his attention onto you. You frown his way, “and why are you fighting in my school?”

“Oh, hey [name].”

“Hi, Binzo,” you deadpan before letting him go. Across the hallway, you can see a boy identical to the orange haired one doing the same as you — calming a fight. Yamaguchi appears out of nowhere, slinging an arm around your shoulders as he leads you away from the fights damage.

Your brother is face to face with a blond, glaring as they stare each other down. They seem equal height wise but your brother has a different air to him ; a monstrous rage hidden he only uses to protect his siblings.

Your small study group follows behind you meekly, Kamui and Mercy behind them. Takemichi lets out a squeak at the sight of your brother, “he’s huge!”

You snicker to yourself and unknowingly catch the attention of a different blond. Smiling to your small group, you place your hand on Rao’s back and step into his line of vision. “Sorry I stayed so late ; I didn’t realize what time it was.”

Rao looks you over, as if making sure you’re okay. You roll your eyes, “I’m just fine, brother.” You point your thumb backwards to the group of trembling boys — their eyes widen at the attention. “Was with my tutor group.”

Atsushi smiles, a small laugh escaping his lips as he waves. “Nice to meet you mister Suzuran, sir.”

“Mister Suzuran,” Mercy laughs to himself.

You send a glare his way before looking at the new faces in front of you — and their matching uniforms. “That’s not a school, is it?”

“Toman!” Takemichi pipes up. He rushes to stand beside you and almost shield you from the group’s view. “My friends. Who are here because…”

“To hang out.” His voice is deep as he speaks, that taller guy. You raise your eyebrows — like you’re impressed — and look to your brother again. The rest of the crows have wandered up and gathered around you by now, shoulder to shoulder as they stood with you. “Why is Suzuran here?”

“You’ll have to excuse my brother and his friends,” you grin sweetly. Your eyes close and the irritation seems to leak from you as you hold the fake smile. “They have no manners. I’ll go get my things.”

The middle school boys follow behind you quickly, like sheep being herded to safety. The Toman boys eye the Crows apprehensively, but stay silent otherwise. You pop back up, school bag in hand as you stand beside your brother once more.

“We’ll go first. See you next week, boys!” you excuse yourself, pushing Binzo out of the school. Rao stuffs his hands in his pockets as your eyes land on him once more. “Showing up at my school just to fight… what nonsense.”

Takemichi is stopped by Mikey, a hand on his wrist as the leader stares at the spot you were just standing at. “Introduce me to your friend next time. ‘Kay, Mitchy?”

The blond can only agree helplessly as he watches a small light of intrigue fall into Mikey’s eyes.

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tenjiku + housen

“Housen…” a boy in a school uniform passes by them shakily. “Housen… it was them…”

“Kakucho,” the white-haired male speaks up. He pauses in his step, glancing from the boy to where he came from. “What is Housen?”

“A nearby academy,” Mochi answers instead. He nods ahead with his chin, hands in his pockets as a schoolyard comes into view. “They call them the Killer Corps. Four lower ranks, below the head of the school ; the strongest.”

Shion tilts his head with a hum, “sounds like us, huh?”

“What are they doing in my district?” Izana purses his lips, lilac eyes narrowing at the school in front of them. A small group of five stands there, gray uniforms sticking out from the plaid ones other students wore. He watches as the group is avoided ; people passing by averting their eyes and hunching their shoulders. “Hey. Housen, was it?”

Their heads turn, stone-faced but curious of the red clad group. Shion tries to look as intimidating as he can ; the others just stand behind their king. A blond speaks up, “is there a problem?”

Before anyone can speak, an energetic voice calls through the air. “Oh, what’s this? A surprise visit?”

The next thing Izana knows, the guy with the undercut has another person attached to him. You jump on Kenzo’s back, grin full force and pulling at your lips. “What a nice surprise! Good to see you, brother!”

“So noisy…” Yuken glares your way, but it falls into a soft smile as he watches Kenzo pull you from his back. “How was school, [name]?”

You deadpan, no emotion in your voice as you sigh. “It was school. What do you expect?” You turn to Housen’s leader unexpectedly, melting into something more gentle and quiet. “Hi, Sachio. I didn’t expect you to be here.”

“We all came to get you,” Kenzo speaks up. You swat him away absentmindedly, eyes focused on Sachio. He clicks his tongue, “I’m your brother and you’re paying more attention to him? Hey, don’t get any ideas!”

You face your brother coyly, “ideas like what?”

Yuken snorts to himself, looking to the ground. It reminds him that there are outsiders watching this take place ; other guys wanting to size them up and fight them. His face smoothed out, “right. You guys. What did you need again?”

Izana’s mind is spiraling as he watches you and your brother joke around. You don’t look alike at all ; don’t share a smile or eye shape or laugh. Yet you greet each other joyfully and bask in each other’s company. It reminds him of earlier times ; simplier ones when maybe he would've called Mikey his brother.

Kakucho clears his throat and looks on awkwardly as his king stays frozen. "Just making sure there aren't any problems. Carry on."

Your grin and playful voice lingers on Izana's mind far longer than he thought it would.

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haitani's + fujio and kiyoshi's factions

You're walking out with a classmate — Rindou, he said to call him — when he lets out a small laugh. "Seems my brother is here."

"Oh, mine too!" Your brother has dragged Yasushi along with him — of course. The two are rarely separated. What surprised you, though, was the sight of a taller boy facing the two of them. He's smiling with his eyes closed, twirling one of the braids of his two-toned hair. "Looks like he's causing trouble already."

Rindou saunters up to the unknown guy, scrunching his nose at the sight of your brother and his best friend. It makes you giggle — they often received that reaction. A whistle is heard in the distance as Fujio and Tsukasa strut their way to you.

“[Name]!” Fujio grins your way. He holds out a plastic bag to you, shaking it enthusiastically. “Brought some snacks for you!”

“I didn’t realize you’d all be getting me today,” you grab the bag from him. Yasushi peers over your shoulder as you pillage through the snacks, humming at the selection. “Oh, this is my classmate… and his brother, I think.”

The dual-toned boy raises his hand into a wave, his smile growing condescending and troublesome. “Didn’t realize the middle school was so close by.”

Your eyes widen as you see the four boys beside you twitch. Fujio’s smile has fallen ; Yasushi lets out a cackle as he cracks his knuckles. You exchange a look with Tsukasa and step in front of them before anything can start. “That wasn’t very nice, Pippi Longstocking! You should apologize before things get ugly, hm?”

His grin falls flat, mirth hitting his eyes as Rindou lets a snort out at your insult. You let out a sigh and rub your forehead. “Brother, let’s get our friends away from here before a fight breaks out.”

Kiyoshi groans but agrees anyways, slinging his arms around Yasushi and Fujio. The two are still frowning — but a lollipop from you is placed in their mouths in hopes of calming them down.

Looking back to the blond, you wave as Tsukasa waits on you. “See you Monday, Rindou!” You skip up to your group, looping your arm through Tsuakasa’s as you walk.

Ran lets out a laugh as he looks at Rindou’s complacent form. “Catching feelings, brother?”

Rindou shoves him with flushed cheeks and a frown. “You’re seeing things.”

——♥︎——

valhalla + senomon

Ryo often walked you home from school. As soon as your brother was in his car, the quiet boy was on his way to you — feeling as if he had some type of unspoken duty to do for you. You smile at the sight of him leaning against the school's wall, stark red uniform standing out against the white building.

A tap to your shoulder brings your attention to a boy wearing glasses. His longer hair is pulled back into a ponytail, a grimace on his face as he side-steps nervously. "[Name]... you don't mind looking over this for me, do you?"

He holds a mess of paper out to you — one you recognize as grammar homework. You glance at Ryo, smiling at him reasurringly as you take the paper. As you read over it, the boy in red takes your school bag and slings it over his own shoulder. "Just a few mistakes this time, Baji!"

"This one? I didn't think it was right," Baji frowns as he looks it over You walk between him and Ryo, messily and hurridly trying to explain everything Baji was confused about. "That one and— 'Tora?"

Outside of your building stands your brother and his following. Kohei's sneer is painting his face — as always — as two other boys face him. One is smoking, tattooes on his hands while the other has an intricate tattoo on his neck, his fiists clenched and eyes narrowed in. Ryo comes to a stop, "Kohei. You're here."

"Of course I'm here," he spits out. He makes his way to you, nose curling at the sight of Baji as he stands in front of you, blocking you from view. "Heard there were delinquents lingering about."

You grin, putting your chin on his shoulder. "And you decided to protect little ol' me? How sweet, brother!"

Kohei grimaces at you, "shut your mouth."

"No delinquents," Baji grins. He saunters over to the strangers, letting his hair down and taking his glasses off. "Just my friends!"

Scratching the back of your ear, you share a look with Ryo. "Well— same thing, really?"

The taller guy stomps his cigarette out, staring stonely at your brother. He breathes out a puff of smoke, "what're some rich kids doin' here? This is our part'a town."

"We don't want any problems." Ryo speaks before Kohei can. It's the best choice —your brother started and ended fights, never putting himself in the middle. He steps closer to you, "just walking this one home. That's all."

Golden eyes hit you, the jingle of his earring echoing at he tilts his head. You meet his gaze, looking away soon after and walking past your brother to Baji. You hand over another paper or two, "don't forget these. Let me know if you need anymore help — I'm still willing to help!"

"Thanks, [name]. See you tomorrow."

You pull your brother from the potential fight, letting him pout and whine as you ignore his words. Ryo smirks at your eye-rolls, nudging you and letting you tease Kohei freely. A golden gaze is still sinking into your skin as you peek over your shoulder, stealing another glance at the tiger boy. He's still staring.

"Tora," Baji speaks up. He narrows his eyes as Kazutora blinks rapidly, breaking his stare on you. "Be careful with that one. Don't want to make Senomon angry."

Kazutora smiles to himself, "wouldn't dream of it. Let's go."

——♥︎—— airbendertendou © do not copy, plagiarize, repost, or translate my content on any platform. if you see my content under any other name than my own, let me know. i only have this tumblr and an ao3 account under the same name.

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Made a new adoptable! Holding an auction for a week to the 13th of April simultaneously on Tumblr, Twitter and Furaffinity! And yes, they're both the same mouse~

Anyways

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harrysfolklore · 2 years

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can you please do an instagram concept with devon lee carlson?? 💖

i think this blurb turned out way too sappy but i hope you like it <3 please help me reblogging this post since tumblr is not showing my notifs to anyone

ask me anything | masterlist | SUPPORT ME

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yourinstagram There’s a show in my hometown today 🥰

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harryfan3 i bet tonight’s show is going to be so emotional

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harrybluebird WE MET HARRY IN MANCHESTER TODAY

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↳ harrybluebird we literally ran into him and yn, they were strolling around, she took the pic 🥺

harryfan3 he looks so relaxed when he’s home my baby

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harryandyn YN vía instagram stories !

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harryfan1 not harry causing traffic

harryfan2 lambert is so unintentionally funny

harryfan3 she must be so proud

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yourinstagram Hometown show… a lot of emotions tonight ❤️

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harryfan3 she and harry used to go to school and manchester together and now they’re in manchester for harry’s solo stadium show brb i’m going to cry

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harryontour “You know, on nights like this when you get to come home and I get to come home, my family’s here, my girlfriend who I met when I was in Holmes Chapel Comp is here, my friends here, people from school, each and every one of you make this special."

- Harry thanking the crowd in Manchester tonight ❤️

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harryfan1 IM CRYING

harryfan2 that was so beautiful, all his loved ones there

harryfan3 i can’t believe harry is still dating his his high school girlfriend that’s peak soulmates

harryfan4 if i was yn i would be sobbing

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harryfan2 yn is so cute 🥺🥺

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harrystyles Love On Tour. Manchester I. June, 2022.

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yourinstagram We used to live in this city, our school was down the road, we shared our first kiss in the downtown park, you used to work in the local bakery and i used to work babysitting the little kids of our neighborhood. Now we´re here for your sold out stadium shows, something you used to dream about when we were little kids, and i’m so grateful to be part of this amazing road. I love you, Harry, you deserve this more than anyone else.

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harryfan1 im crying. this is beautiful

gemmastyles You’re making me cry, we love you so much

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harrystyles None of this would be possible without you, darling. Thank your for believing in me when not even I did. I’m so very much, in love with you x

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Religion in the World of Splatoon - An Analysis

A thought struck me when I was thinking about the Horrorboros and how it’s pretty strongly intended to be an Eastern dragon-- “there really isn’t much discussion on the topic of religion and spirituality in the Splatoon world, even though it’s quite There”. I think that’s really interesting, because while it’s not a detail that’s front-and-center, it’s still pretty present in aspects of the world.

So, I offer you: a quick look and breakdown of religious + spiritual aspects in the funny little squid game. It’s not catch-all, I may miss fine details or this or that, but there’s some stuff that people often miss or are surprised to hear when I bring it up.

The tl;dr is that “yeah, it’s there. Squid Shinto is alive and well and we have, at least, canonization that the Squids (and Octopuses) acknowledge Christianity existing”.

But that’s not nearly enough for me, so read on if you want to see the details!

With the whole game taking place in mollusc-era Japan, there’s a good deal of “leftover” spiritual and religious aspects that remain or have otherwise been adopted by its cephalopod residents. I have a pretty strong case to say that Shinto still very much exists, and is a part of life, for Inklings and Octolings. Shinto at its core isn’t something that people with only a Western experience with religion and spirituality might easily pick out, simply because it’s treated and integrated into society somewhat differently. It’s something you have to approach after discarding your expectations, experiences and baggage involving what you know of religion. But it’s there, and really smoothly woven into Inkopolis.

(Pic from Splatoonwiki, higher res here.)

Skipper Pavilion is pretty intensely and obviously a center of traditional Japanese celebration and Shinto spirituality. It’s a theater first and foremost, not necessarily a shrine, but it has Shinto aspects present. Its two mudskipper statues are direct parallels to komainu statues, which you’ll often find guarding a shrine; they even have the “one with closed mouth, one with an open mouth” detail found in paired komainu statues. Clever attention to detail!

(Pic from Splatoonwiki, higher res here.)

Note these little areas with the blue curtains, too. The boxes of objects being sold remind me quite strongly of windows at shrines where you obtain omamori! Shinto shrines regularly offer these to people who give a donation, and they provide the shrine’s blessing to those who carry them on their person. (We never say that you buy or sell omamori.)

Finally, while I can’t find visuals of them, Splatoonwiki also says that there’s collections of ema plaques on the Skipper Pavilion stage as well. These are small wooden plaques that one typically writes wishes or desires on, before hanging them up with other ema. Like with the omamori, you can regularly find these at Shinto shrines, both in terms of ones you can obtain, and in space for you to hang them up. (If someone can find a screencap of the ema in this stage, I’d really appreciate it!)

...

Moving on from the Pavilion, there’s some other small details and indications of Shinto or a derived form of it in Inkopolis culture. One familiar sight is the Splatfest fax machine.

It’s the super-special fax machine that delivers our Splatfest themes! And it’s also implied to have a divine nature: the NA localization names it The Voice on High according to Splatoonwiki, while in Japanese it’s Kami-sama. That’s a very esteemed title for a fax machine: this implies that it’s seen as a divine being, and quite respectfully too.

While kami is often a catchall word for “god”, “deity”, and so on in Japanese, it also refers to the inherently Shinto concept of kami: a spiritual being that may be anything as great as a deity of heavenly power, or something as modest as the soul of an ancient tree. It’s a kind of difficult concept to fully explain in a brief thing like this... but it’s a huge deal. Given the attention to detail with Shinto aspects in Inkopolis, I think it’s no coincidence that the fax machine is called this. And I think that’s incredibly charming that Inklings saw this still-functioning relic from the human age and attributed divinity to it and its abilities.

(More obvious, but note the ofuda (paper charms) attached to it in the photo; ofuda have a ton of different meanings and uses, but we can pretty safely assume it’s of a protective or otherwise spiritually-significant nature here.)

I’ll also go ahead and mention the message that comes with this Sunken Scroll: "Why are we here? For what purpose do we exist? We must not dwell on these questions. We can merely trust in the will of the universe and spend our days and nights in harmony with the world, celebrating this festival called Life."

Yeah, that feels very “practical Shinto thought” to me, speaking as a Shinto practitioner. While “contemplation of existence and purpose” are still perfectly good subjects, there’s also, often, an emphasis on living practically, focusing on the present day and your community, and being in harmony with the world. This fits in perfectly with that philosophy.

One more detail is that, originally, the Squid Sisters were meant to be shrine maidens of a sort. They were meant to pass on the messages of fax machine Kami-sama to everyone else... or in other words, announcing Splatfest themes. While you can’t see this shrine maiden DNA in their designs anymore, they kept the Splatfest announcement detail through development. In a sense, I guess all of the news announcers and Splatfest hosts have a relationship with the divine.

...

“Alright, that’s all super cool, Marine, but what about the other stuff? They have Squidmas and there’s those Sunken Scrolls too!”

Yup, they sure do. But from what we see in canon and from observations of the cephalopod world, these details feel like a case of “things that Inklings borrowed from humans and played with because they thought they were cool”, rather than “things Inklings kept and adopted because they were a part of the human culture in this region”. There doesn’t seem to be much of a presence of Squid Christianity much at all, at least in Inkopolis: Squidmas exists, but when discussed there’s absolutely no talk or evidence of any religious aspects that may have been lifted from humans. As far as we know, it’s “winter holiday that has some Christmas stage dressing”, which is a very Inkling thing to do with how much they like to borrow from humans. They love to do it so much.

Secondly, yeah, these two Sunken Scrolls do very much point at evidence of “the cephalopods found some traces of Christianity and made content based on it, or inspired by it”. The Book of Madai scroll is particularly pointed in its name, writing and artwork styles. But while this proves that this exists in some form, that doesn’t necessarily mean it’s particularly established in Inkopolis. We don’t have nearly as much evidence for Squid Christianity as we do for Squid Shinto, and it’s pretty safe to say that Squid Shinto is much more of a thing in Inkadia.

So what are we taking away from this? Mostly “yeah, religion and spirituality are very much a thing in the Mollusc Era, and it’s very elegantly woven into the setting”. Pretty cool if you ask me, it makes me really happy to find these thoughtfully-placed details where I then go “oh, I know what that is!”. It really adds to the hopeful post-human setting, that even after humans have long since gone extinct, their legacy still remains, and is celebrated and cared deeply for by the Earth’s new peoples.

I’ll probably add a small reblog to this later with my thoughts on the Inkantation and Salmonids, but this is definitely enough for one post.

#splatoon #worldbuilding #shinto #long post #anyone can reblog this!#in fact please do if you like it. i have a lot of warm thoughts about this topic in funny squid world :)

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So who else is beyond hyped about not only a fantastic new short campaign bout to start but also Junior Year(!!) finally getting announced? I'm going to have to finally re-do the pics for my Fantasy High dice line soon. But in the meantime ... I did just launch a new dice line inspired by the rest of Dimension 20s seasons.

I haven't done everything, there's still a lot of shorter seasons not represented, but I do have designs for about five more of them already done. But I wanted to launch with these for Unsleeping City, Crown of Candy, Starstruck, Neverafter, Court of Fey and Flowers, and Mentopolis.

If you like these dice, or if you just want to see more pics of them, they're for sale on my etsy.

What's your favorite Dimension 20 campaign? I want to know which one I should make next.

#Dimension 20 #d20 #dice #handmade dice #the unsleeping city #a crown of candy #a starstruck odyssey #neverafter #court of fey and flowers #mentopolis #my work #gray wolf workshop

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lucydoodlessometimes · 3 months

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alright guys. i have more miraculous-ish content. 3rd pic is felix, marinette, kagami, and nathaniel from left to right. I haven't done a nino yet, but he'll be there when I post a finalized version I swear. Also, either Juleka or Rose, though I havent decided on which.

SO. bit of context before i yap under a cut. this is a co-op work (and potential series of fics) with @frickifiknow and so I only have half of the cast to design; hence no adrien, alya, or chloe in my lineup. they will be yapped about, and perhaps drawn by me, but maybe dont hold your breath. ALso, this is a rewrite, inspired more by the fandom than the actual show (though I am passively re-watching it currently, so we'll see) and will kindof sortof overhaul the entire premise. but that all goes under a cut, so i will see you all there.

alright SO. hi folks. miss me? Miss my rambles? no? your loss, because my yapping is immaculate.

Starting with the world!

There are 12 kwami in total- i love the Chinese zodiac for the show, but I personally don't want that many characters to be active. This will feature a main cast of my personal favorite characters from when I watched this show, and not much else because this is for personal pleasure, not objective quality. Each kwami has a pair, which corresponds to a unifying concept. These arent wholly ironed out yet, but they go: existence, defense, time, devotion, guidance, and experience. more about them and their kwamis to come.

this runs on a multiverse that the kwami of broken worlds can and do break. the idea is that after hawkmoth, the miraculous holders face the breaking of whatever has held the "antikwami" at bay this long, and have to gain higher power to defeat themselves and protect their world, thus allowing us to move on from gabriel agreste as a villain long before season five. The antikwami can only exist in this timeline separate from their counterparts because they are currently fulfilling a separate role; they would (and have) sort of merge into the kwami of this world if "redeemed". The kwami chose to be bound to the miraculous and to human holders in ancient times, as doing so managed to weaken their antitheses as they entered this timeline due to the natural balancing of, like, natural law. what is must be undone, or whatever. The antikwami tend to also pick "holders" of a sort, but it's... a worse process, overall. They cloud one's judgement, enhance all their worst traits, the works. more to come on them, i haven't ironed out all the cracks just yet.

All of my designs hinge on being relatively young versions of the characters, as you tend to get more power as you get older, and as you gain experience with the miraculous. Early on, any animal parts will be stuck onto clothing, with ear and horn details coming from masks and tails being attached to belts and capes. later, more high-powered designs will look grander and feature more naturalistic inclusions from the animal (including functional wings for ladybug, possibly) as the holders grow closer to their kwami.

It's 2am, I have school in the morning, and I gotta go. Thanks for reading, or not, reblogs > likes, like and subscribe or something, gn

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Celta: “Thank you for the tea. This aligns with what the retired Colonels etc said - that Harry was only ever a gunner and co-pilot, never a pilot. I know he passed the exams to earn his Flight Badge, which I have seen called ‘provisional wings’ in articles, but he never managed to upgrade to pilot status.”

Hi Celta! Re: Harry’s provisional pilot’s wings: If you google/image some of the pics and video of the BRF on the balcony for the RAF’s 100th Anniversary celebrations (2018?) - HLMQEII was in blue, William/RAF uniform, Harry/Army uniform, Catherine/light blue, and MM/navy blue - you can clearly see the difference between William’s gold pilot’s wings (ie, an actual pilot) and Harry’s silver provisional pilot’s wings (ie, had preliminary training but had not accrued enough flight hours to earn actual pilot’s wings). Mind you, this was after H had quit the military, so he was never going to progress any further in his military “pilot” credentialing to earn actual gold pilot’s wings (like William had, and Prince Philip and Charles and Andrew…even Fergie had earned her real helicopter pilot’s licensing).

Harry still doesn’t realize that he no longer has BP’s impeccable PR to cover for his mediocrity, and that now his underachievement (despite his sad strutting, such as this Legends of Aviation Award) is visible for all the world to see. If he was a kind person (“is he kind?” lol), I’d feel sorry for him, however…he’s not, so I don’t.

Hi Nonny,

Did you mean this photo? It is the best one I can find in terms of having Prince William and Harry side by side. You can clearly see the different badges that you are talking about. On a tangent, look how much taller Prince William is than Harry when Harry forgets to wear his high heels.

Harry is revealing himself with every action he takes, and the final image is not pretty.

#submission

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re: melia & emma

I've been thinking about this for awhile now. The way that the newest version of the Blacksteeple Castle chapter has presented Emma is interesting. There will be spoilers ahead, so don't read if you're still working your way through version 13.5!

My ramblings begin below. Here are some official pics (by the amazing Zumi) for reference.

As we know, during the events of Blacksteeple Castle, Melia wore a disguise to hide her true identity. This disguise is removed when Madame X slashes it with her sword. There is a small animation that follows, where a dark magical aura envelopes “Emma” before she is revealed to be Melia.

After the subsequent chaos, the disguise is not brought up again. However, the character of Emma is revealed to still reside in Melia’s cognition, apparently unbeknownst to Melia, as she says, “I thought I left you behind at Blacksteeple”. How odd.

Then, (a long time) later, while exploring the 3rd Layer, Melia stumbles across a deathbed journal entry written by a Garufa Inc. volunteer named Emma. It reads as follows.

My name is Emma. I undertook the Archetype's power today, and it failed miserably. I was unable to manifest its power and was mortally wounded during a test. I thought I actually had potential... but I guess not. The doctors say I don't have long left. It's cruel, isn't it? Life is just so cruel. But this is the path me and all the other volunteers chose. Humanity has nothing left but us. ...Is it all worth it in the end, though? What do we want to survive for? ...Anyway. I'm losing energy fast. Garufa Incorporated is our last hope. Please, save us.

Melia expresses to Nim that she finds it odd that this person and her Blacksteeple cover share a name. Nim passes this off as a coincidence, and understandably so. Emma isn’t exactly a rare name (though perhaps things are different in the world of rejuvenation?). The coincidence still seems to bother Melia for some reason.

Now, there are a LOT of theories about Melia out there. Despite hours and hours of gameplay, her true identity has yet to be revealed.

People have theorized for years that she is Maria, and the game seems to heavily imply that that is the case. If Anathea had four children, Erin, Maria, Alice, and Allen, and Erin, Melia, Alice, and Allen know that they share a mother, Anathea, then it would logically follow that Melia is Maria. In addition, Melia and Maria physically resemble each other, Melia is unsure of her origins prior to meeting Jenner, and Maria has not otherwise made an appearance in the current timeline (besides the whole Marianette ordeal in Gearen Sewers). So, it’s not exactly a dramatic leap.

It is eventually even addressed by the characters themselves. When Erin directly asks for her opinion on this matter, Melia balks, and seemingly contradicts herself.

MELIA: Hahah... I guess I've known for a long time that I was Maria. Ever since our interaction with Angie, that name has been going through my head in my dreams. But I have to disagree, Erin. I am not Maria. ERIN: But out of the process of elimination, you must be. MELIA: Sorry, but it's true. That's what my mind is telling me, desperately. I am not Maria. I am not Maria. That's what echoes in my head.

If Melia is and is not Maria, then… how…? In what way? Who is she? Why would she share a connection with Erin? Why is she the only one with Genesis Syndrome? And what does Emma have to do with all of this? I don’t really have an answer. But there is something I want to muse on.

Let’s circle back to Melia’s “disguise”, if we can even call it that. Her cover as Emma made her look like an entirely different person, unrecognizable to the Player character. She has a different outfit, hair color, and eye color. If we are to believe that this is an ordinary disguise, we would need to believe that, with one slash, Madame X was able to tear through a wig, two color contacts, and an entire outfit, including thigh high boots. We would need to believe that Melia conveniently decided to wear a different outfit underneath this disguise, and that Madame X was able to slash off her exterior outfit without marring the one underneath. We would also need to believe that the special, dark, magical animation the occurs at this moment was purely aesthetic and meaningless.

So, yeah, I don’t really believe it this disguise is your regular, run-of-the-mill costume.

We learn that Melia was sent to Blacksteeple through the powers of Spacea and Tiempa. She was on a mission as a Storm Chaser, to save the Player character and gather information. As we know (all too well) from V13.5, Spacea and Tiempa are powerful. Specifically, they have powers over space and time akin to Palkia and Dialga. They use these powers pretty recklessly to manipulate many characters throughout the story. However, every instance of power they exhibit is strictly tied to their dimensions, space and time. Spacea does magic related to space. Tiempa does magic related to time. So, how, then, would they be able to create such a magical disguise for Melia? Through Garufan dress-up magic? Creating an illusion? Maybe. I wouldn’t be shocked. But I think it’s more than that. I think that Spacea and Tiempa used their magic to revive a version of Melia from the past, a different dimension, or a different “layer” (past world?). Perhaps… the third layer. A different appearance. A different life. Emma.

I think of it sort of like what happened with Narcissa during the Dufaux sidequest. But, instead of S+T directly swapping Melia with Emma, they just projected the appearance of Emma onto Melia.

There isn’t much to support or detract from this speculation. What we do know? We know that Melia is and is not Maria. We know that both Melia and Emma struggle to manifest the Archetype's power. We know that Emma resides in Melia’s cognition, like Melanie. We know Melia was deeply bothered by Emma’s journal entry in the Third Layer. We know that the outfit Melia dons when using her powers is very reminiscent of Emma’s.

We also know that Emma is dead.

Or, at least, presumed dead.

Just like Aevis, Aevia, Aria, Axel, Aero, and Alain.

You see where I’m going with this?

We know Emma dies disappointed, having believed she had “potential”, according to her journal entry. Did someone else think she had potential too? Perhaps, her “majesty” herself?

I know I’m not the only one to theorize that Melia is another Interceptor. I mean, it is heavily implied throughout the story. Melia is one of two characters for which we have seen Variya appear. The other, of course, being the player character. Melia is able to enter Zeight. In fact, she enters her own Zeight a couple of points during the game. She is shown with the triangular core motif a couple of times as well. She has led a lot of the research about the Interceptor phenomenon, in the Blakeory Athenaeum, for example.

How this all ties in with Maria, though? I don’t know. In the case of the Player character, we know that A-team didn’t want to live, and agreed to let Variya choose a different soul to take control over their body. Presumably, that soul is us, literally, the player, the person playing the game. Could Maria be the soul taking over Emma? Could Emma be the soul taking over Maria?

Who knows.

I do know there are holes in these theories. I know the events of the Renegade Route may complicate everything. (truthfully, I am too much of a wuss to complete the renegade route myself. I watched a youtube video of someone else's playthrough, so I know the broad strokes of what happens, but I definitely don't know the renegade lore in the same way I know paragon. maybe I should rewatch it at some point and take notes)

But this has been bouncing around my brain for too long and I wanted to put it in writing to help organize my thoughts. If you made it this far, wow, you rock! Thanks for reading. I’m interested if anyone has thoughts about this, if anyone can potentially disprove it, or if anyone has their own version or counter version of this idea! I live for this shit.

#pokemon rejuvenation #13.5 #theory #melia #emma #maria #just wanted to dump this somewhere

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Part 3, Chapter 17

Summary: After the events of S3, Matt Murdock is trying to once again balance life as a lawyer and a vigilante. But he’s been scarred by loss and betrayal - will a mysterious new neighbour help him heal? Or will her secrets drag him back into the darkness? Notes: This is a slow burn romance with an original female character, told in 4 parts. There is mystery, intrigue, action/violence and angst - all the good stuff!

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PART 3

Chapter 17

Over the next few weeks, they found their groove as a couple, their lives settling into a more predictable routine. Matt would go to work during the day, while Calina spent her time either at the library researching the pheromone case, or going to dance classes, baking with Mrs Schneider, or wandering the city trying to find inspiration for what she was meant to do with her life.

In the evenings, they would have dinner - usually in Matt’s apartment, although Calina was often the one cooking. Then they would just…be together. She would read to him. They’d play chess or listen to music. Occasionally they went to Fogwells to spar, or to the bar around the corner to play pool and have a quiet drink together.

And when the sky darkened to pitch black, Matt would become Daredevil. The lawyerly suit would switch to red leather, and his kind, beautiful eyes would disappear behind the menacing mask. Calina would kiss her vigilant goodbye on the rooftop and watch him disappear into the depths of the capricious city he loved.

She would wait up for him - either in her bed or his. They still kept separate apartments, though that was the only separate thing about their relationship. She would pass the time reading a book or talking to one of the other Widows on the phone, all the while trying not to think about the danger Matt might be facing.

In the small hours of the morning, he would return to her. Sometimes too exhausted to do more than collapse on the mattress beside her. When that happened, she would help him undress, pulling the tight fitting suit from his body, and guiding him under the covers of the bed. She would stroke her fingers through his mussed hair, the soothing motion causing him to hum with pleasure under his breath. Then she’d give him a soft, lingering kiss to his lips and whisper ‘Goodnight, my love’.

Sometimes he would return injured, and as much as she hated seeing the damage to his body, the alternative was him never returning at all.

And that was an unbearable thought.

So she would tend to his wounds with loving care. Cuts and scrapes would be cleaned and bandaged. Pulled muscles would be iced and massaged. Deeper wounds would be sutured and dressed. And afterwards, they would make love. A slow, tender, gentle kind of lovemaking that wouldn’t pull on stitches or cause him to re-open wounds. She would always protest - not wanting to hurt him any further - but then she would always relent. She needed the intimacy as much as he seemed to crave it. She needed that life-affirming act of connection. The tangible proof that he’d made it back home to her - alive, if not always in one piece.

Some nights, though…

Some nights he would come to her still riding high on adrenaline. He’d stalk through the bedroom door like a predator, his every sense locked on her, chest heaving with deep breaths as if he’d run straight to her side. He’d kick off his boots, wrench the mask from his face and grab her in a bruising kiss.

They didn’t make love on those nights.

He fucked her instead.

Fast and hard.

And she loved every exhilarating second.

At the end of the night - whether he came to her tired, or hurt or aroused - they always fell asleep together. Deeply and peacefully, entwined in each others’ arms, looking forward to the moment they’d wake and get to do it all over again.

It was a routine. Mundane even, if viewed from the outside. But it was something neither of them had ever experienced before. It was special. Precious and exciting.

And every week - at least once, sometimes twice - they would go on a date.

They took turns to organise the outing, and it became another game between them: who could plan the more interesting date.

For Calina’s first time, she went the opposite route from the Rainbow Room. Elegance and opulence was traded for a more visceral experience. No fancy suits or velvet dresses. No crisp linen table cloths and crystal wine glasses. Instead, the two of them wore denim and sneakers, and sat on pillows strewn on the floor around a low table. They drank bottles of beer and ate with their hands.

“How did you hear about this place?” Matt asked, scooping up some spicy chickpea stew with a piece of injera - a thin flatbread that seemed to serve as both the plate and the cutlery for the meal.

The first few minutes in this place had been an assault on his senses. The strong, heady scents of ginger, cinnamon, cardamon and multiple other spices that he couldn’t even recognise swirled around him. The chatter of the other customers resonated in the small, hidden-away restaurant, and the very air was moist and heavy from the heat of the kitchen. But once they were settled at their table - and the delicious food started arriving - he forgot all of that.

“To be honest, Google.” Calina replied, “I just searched for the most authentic Ethiopian restaurant in New York, and this one came up top of all the lists.”

“Why Ethiopian?”

She shrugged. “The food in the Rainbow Room was amazing - but so much of it was about the presentation. Each dish was a work of art - which you weren’t able to fully experience. This food is different. It’s not about the looks or how its plated, its all about the feel and the taste and how you experience it with others.”

Matt smiled at her reasoning. She always made an effort to play to his senses - whether it be the choice of a restaurant, or the fabric of a dress - and he loved her for it. “So you’ve eaten somewhere like this before,” he guessed.

“You could say that,” she said. “I had a mission in northern Ethiopia several years ago.”

“In Africa?”

She laughed at the disbelief in his voice. “Yes. That’s where Ethiopia is.”

Matt chuckled and ducked his head. “Sorry. Yeah, I know. I just…I’ve never even left the east coast, let alone this continent.”

There was so much that Calina had never experienced - simple things that most other people on the planet took for granted - which sometimes made her seem naive and unworldly. But, in other ways, she was so much more worldly than him. She’d traveled the globe, and encountered so many other cultures and lived so many different lives. And even though none of it had been through her own choice or free will, she’d still lived those lives. “Tell me about it,” he urged, continuing his quest to complete the picture of her past. “If you’re comfortable with sharing,” he added, not wanting to sound pushy.

Perhaps it was the alcohol that gave her the courage; or maybe she’d come to terms more with her past and her lack of culpability for what she’d done. Or maybe the ‘mission’ wasn’t as heinous as some of the others she’d been forced to carry out. Whatever the reason, Calina surprised him by actually opening up. “I was there for a few weeks with another Widow. We were posing as volunteers with Médecins Sans Frontières. There was a doctor - an immunologist - heading up a vaccination project in the northern rural villages near the border with Eritrea. Well, that’s what he claimed, anyway.”

“What do you mean?”

“He was illegally experimenting on the villagers - injecting them with a manufactured strain of anthrax, trying to perfect a bioweapon which he planned to sell to the highest bidder.”

“Jesus. And I suppose your bosses in the Red Room wanted to be the highest bidder?”

Calina laughed, the sound bitter and hollow. “No. Dreykov never paid for something he could just take instead. That’s why we were sent in. My job was to gain the Doctor’s trust and steal his research, and my partner’s job was to kill him.” She paused and looked away. “We both succeeded.”

The weight of those three words hung over the table, but Matt found himself unable to care too deeply about the fate of a man who harmed some of the most vulnerable people on the planet - people he was tasked to protect and care for.

Calina cleared her throat. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to dwell on that side of the story. I actually have a good memory associated with that mission - I think it was part of the reason I chose to bring you here.”

“Tell me,” he repeated.

“There was a nurse who worked on the project. She was a good person - she had no idea what the doctor was doing. She was Ethiopian herself, and was just trying to help the people of her country. She took me under her wing - I was only 20 at the time, and was playing the role of a guileless gap-year student, so I guess she felt protective of me. She used to take me out to her favourite restaurants for dinner and teach me all about her culture - like gursha.”

“What’s that?”

“It’s the act of feeding someone - a big thing in Ethiopia. It’s a sign of respect and friendship. She told me a fable about it - how there was once a cruel king who came up with a new method of starving his people. He would put them in an arena around a huge table of food, but give them only long silver spoons to eat it with. The people would try and try, but they could never get the spoons to their mouths.”

As Calina recounted the tale, her voice became soft and low, a lilting, melodic tone similar to the one she used when reading to him at night. She was a natural storyteller, and she held him captive with her words, the food forgotten in front of him.

“One day, one of the peasants had an idea: ‘Me to you, and you to me,’ he said to the others. And so they began feeding each other across the table using the long spoons. The king, angry at his failure, stormed out of the arena. But the people who had witnessed the spectacle returned home and tried it themselves, feeding each other at dinner that evening. But they had to do it by hand because they didn’t have long spoons.” Calina shrugged as the tale ended. “Whether its true or not, I like the message: that if we don’t feed each other, we all go hungry.”

“If we don’t work together, we all suffer.”

“Basically.”

“You do love a good proverb.”

She laughed, the mood successfully lightened from earlier. “Yeah, maybe that’s where I got it from. I couldn’t appreciate what the nurse said at the time - I couldn’t even appreciate the taste of the food that she fed me - but it stuck with me all these years.”

“And now you can appreciate it.”

“Yeah. Now I can. And now I get to share it with you.” She reached across the table to him, a piece of injera in her hand. He opened his mouth and she placed the food inside, brushing her thumb against his lower lip to catch a stray morsel of food.

He swallowed and caught her hand, kissing the tips of her fingers. “Thank you for sharing,” he said, both of them catching the double meaning of his words.

She smiled. “You’re welcome.”

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When Matt planned a date, he used it as a chance to fill in some missing part of Calina’s adolescence. To let her ‘catch up’ some more.

One night he took her to see a movie, in a tiny independent cinema that had traditional red velvet seats and popcorn slathered in butter. He chose a showing of an old 80s action flick that he remembered seeing as a kid - which meant he could enjoy it along with her - although he ended up paying more attention to Calina than the movie. He smiled as she gasped at the plot twist, as she flinched at a sudden burst of gun fire, as she scoffed at the unrealistic martial arts scenes.

It was so much more entertaining than the film.

On a different date, he took her to the amusement park in Coney Island - the quintessential teenage hangout. As they strolled along the boardwalk hand in hand, Calina’s excitement was palpable. She kept squeezing his hand and exclaiming every time she spotted something new and interesting.

“Look,” she said, pointing to something in the distance. “There’s a rollercoaster!”

Matt laughed. “I can hear it, even if I can’t see it.”

“Sorry,” she said, and he heard the wince in her voice. “It’s just so…overwhelming. I’ve never been anywhere like this!”

He smiled, glad that he’d made the right choice. By the time they reached the entrance to Luna Park they were both chilled from the salt-laden breeze coming off the sea, the day overcast and slightly cooler than usual for early April. But Calina didn’t seem to mind. She was practically jogging by that point, dragging him with her as she headed for the first booth - an old-fashioned shooting game, where players were tasked with hitting a series of targets with an air rifle.

For someone with Calina’s training, hitting all the bullseyes would have been a piece of cake - and perhaps a little conspicuous. Matt knew she was used to hiding her skills, and hated to attract attention, so he wasn't surprised when she opted to play the part of a novice instead. The first time she fired off a shot, it went very wide of the mark. “Oops,” she laughed. “Guess it’s not as easy as it looks.”

Matt shook his head in amusement - until the man waiting in line behind them decided to voice his opinion. “See, this is what I always say, son,” he said to the young boy next to him. He spoke in a mock-whisper, clearly intending for his insults to be overheard. “Men just have better hand-eye co-ordination. Shooting comes more natural to us. Its evolution - we were out doing the hunting, while the women tended the fire in the cave.”

Matt raised an eyebrow at the misogynistic comment. But before he could interject, a quick series of ‘pings’, rang out - the sound of multiple targets being shot dead centre.

“We have a winner!” the attendant announced to the crowd. “Pick your prize, Miss,” he said to Calina.

She placed the rifle back down on the counter, chose an obnoxiously large stuffed bear, and walked off, pointedly ignoring the sexist asshole behind her.

“That was a thing of beauty,” Matt whispered to her as they moved away from the game. He draped his arm over her shoulder and kissed her cheek. “But I hope he didn’t spoil your fun.”

She laughed. “Hardly. The look on his face was the highlight of the day so far.”

“Well, lets see if we can top it. How about a ride on that rollercoaster?” He pointed to his right, where the sounds of mechanical whirring and terrified screaming were coming from.

She looked up at the tall structure. “Hmmm, I don’t know. It’s gotta be at least 120 feet high. With a 90 degree sheer drop, and all those loops…it looks far too tame and boring for someone who somersaults off skyscrapers every night.”

Matt shrugged, playing along. “It’ll be nice and relaxing. Maybe I’ll take a nap during the ride.”

She giggled in response, the sound so light and breezy. He’d noticed such a change in her over the past month. Gaining her freedom from Volkov had lifted a weight from her that he hadn’t even noticed before. She seemed younger, more relaxed. And he didn’t want anything to ever ruin that. He wanted to protect her from all the ugliness of the world - even the parts she'd already seen.

She deserved to be happy. To live her life like any other carefree woman in her 20s.

Which probably explained why he made such a stupid mistake six days later.

They were on another date, this time strolling along the High Line - a public park built on top of an old elevated freight train track. They’d just finished dinner in a nearby restaurant and were enjoying a stroll along the 30-feet high garden. The night sky was clear and dry, but the warmth of spring still hadn’t quite kicked in yet. Matt tucked Calina into his side, one arm wrapped around her shoulders to help her keep warm. “Should we just head home,” he suggested. “It’s colder than I thought it’d be.”

“I don’t mind. This is nice.” She burrowed a bit closer to him, her arm around his waist beneath his jacket, and they continued walking. They didn’t speak much, just content to enjoy the atmosphere and their time together.

Until a sudden breeze brought the scent of trouble.

Matt’s steps faltered ever so slightly as he picked up the familiar acrid smell of the fear pheromone.

Someone nearby was carrying a canister of it.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah,” he lied. Then he lied some more. “I’m gonna grab us some hot chocolate.”

“Hot chocolate?”

“Yeah. I can smell a vendor’s cart underneath us. You wait here - go sit on that bench over there. I know your knee is hurting you.”

The last part was the truth, at least. Whenever Calina was on her feet for more than a few hours, it would start to twinge. He could always tell by the subtle change in her gait, the way she would favour her right leg a little more.

And he convinced himself that her injury was the reason he kept the truth from her. The reason he snuck away from her to follow the smell of the pheromone.

The reason he lied.

It was all to protect her.

But that rationale didn’t alleviate his guilt. His stomach churned with it as he jogged down the stairs to street level, folding away his cane and pulling the brim of his ball cap low to hide his dark glasses. His conscience nagged him as he tracked the scent trail along the block to his right.

But then he sighted his prey, and everything else fell away.

The man was loitering across the road, near the entrance to the 23rd street station. He was dressed in a suit and carrying a briefcase - very different from the thugs Matt had previously encountered with the pheromone spray. But the scent was unmistakeable. It clung to the man’s clothes, and was concentrated in his right pant’s pocket, which was distorted by a slight bulge.

As the man waited for…something…he kept reaching his hand into that pocket, as if to reassure himself that the canister was still present.

Matt’s phone vibrated in his own pocket - probably Calina wondering what was taking so long. He ignored it, causing his guilt to spike, but he couldn’t afford to lose this guy. They hadn’t had a decent lead in this case for months - they were still sifting through their list of suspects, and there’d been no recent attacks in Hell’s Kitchen to follow up on.

Which made sense, if the operation had moved here, to Chelsea.

The man across the street checked his watch - whoever he was waiting for was late. Matt checked his own watch and cursed - he’d been gone too long. He needed to tell Calina what was going on. He took out his phone to call her and noticed her message.

And his blood ran cold.

Man on the High Line carrying a briefcase full of pheromone canisters. I’m tracking him. Call me.

Matt quickly dialled her number but it rang out.

Shit.

He lifted his head and listened for the sounds coming from the direction of the park, but there was nothing to indicate where Calina was...

Then the screeching of tires.

Screams…

And the crunch of metal hitting flesh.

Matt ran. He ignored the man waiting by the station, his mission abandoned without second thought. He just turned on his heels and barrelled back down the street, somehow knowing - sensing in his gut - that the car accident had something to do with Calina.

He arrived at the scene in minutes. An abandoned saloon car, the hood caved in, sat in the middle of the junction. The sounds of distant sirens filled his ears as the first responders closed in…and a body lay on the road in a crumpled heap, several people crowded around it.

Heart in his throat, the organ pounding with fear, Matt muscled his way through the crowd to get closer. He took in the size of the body, the scent…

Then stumbled back, relief crashing over him.

It wasn’t her.

It wasn’t Calina.

But he could scent her on the air. She’d been here - just moments ago.

He grabbed the arm of a bystander. “What happened?”

“It- it was all so fast,” the woman stuttered, sounding shocked. “A man staggered into the street, he looked drunk. Then a car came out of nowhere - speeding, I think - and hit him.”

“He wasn’t drunk,” another voice chimed in. It came from the man in the news kiosk behind them. “He looked scared to death. A woman approached him - tried to help. But he just sprayed something in her face, then ran away from her, into the oncoming traffic.”

“The woman, what did she look like?”

“Young. Tall, beautiful. Jesus, I hope it wasn’t acid that he sprayed.”

Matt ignored him, his fear back with a vengeance. Calina had been hit with the pheromone.

Fuck!

“What happened to her?” Matt barked. “Where did she go?”

The man in the kiosk shook his head. “Dunno, man. I lost track. Like the lady said, it all happened so fast.”

“Where did he spray her?”

The man pointed further down the street. Matt ran, barging through the growing throng of gawking pedestrians. He tried to shut out the sounds of the chaos around him - the sirens getting louder, the car horns blasting in chorus, the mutterings and murmurs of the onlookers - he needed to blot out everything but Calina, and find her.

The pheromone scent grew stronger as he ran, until it concentrated at the front entrance of a high rise building. Calina’s scent was here too - as well as a hefty dose of adrenaline - and both disappeared into the building.

Matt shoved through the glass doors and into the foyer, and followed the trail to the bank of elevators. He slammed the button to call the elevator and started pacing the tiled floor in front of it, his heart thudding with terror as he waited, every second feeling like a lifetime.

He knew exactly where Calina had gone.

His mind kept replaying the memory from last year, of another terrified young woman dosed on pheromones that he’d failed to save.

The one who’d found the highest roof possible…and leapt to her death.

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Chapter 18

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