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keishawantskisses · 7 days

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KPOP DR INTRODUCTION

GO! BEYOND! We are MKB!

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MKB [initally called MaKe Believe] is a 5 member KPOP girl group that debuted around 2014-2015 under the company of JYP with their winning album : 5ALIVE! and their most popular songs Superstitious, Greedy hearts and What's more?. Adored for their GIRL-CRUSH aesthetic and catchy choruses that is presented in a film cinematographic manner that tells a story through the visuals as well as the lyrics in the genres POP-ROCK, EDM and HIPHOP, fans around the world can't help but feel entranced by the music and the lore that is made along the way.

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She can sing? She can dance?? She can rap???

SHE'S A TRIPLE THREAT

— BASICS

Date of dr : 2015 02 04

Stage name : rochie

Birth name : "CR name" keisha rochela banks

Nicknames : rochie, roe, keesh,

Fanbase nicknames : lol doll, jazz hands, dimples, glasses

Date of birth : June 20th 1997

Zodiac sign : gemini-cancer cusp

Height : 5"7½

Ethnicity : half puerto rican, half korean

Languages : spanish, korean, english, japanese, portuguese

Group positions : main rapper, lead/main dancer, main singer, visuals

Representative animal : red panda / bunny

Representative colour : orange

Fanbase name : charmings !

Training period : 10 months

Company : JYP

— KNOWN FOR

Keisha is a witty and ambitious idol who's personality shines brightly through her snappy and energetic choreography, while also showing a raw and passionate side of her through her singing and rapping. She is praised for a her precision, accuracy and emotion by her manager and JYP himself as well as from other Idols.

She is known for occasionally appearing in other k-groups lives either heard in the background or directly in view, rambling about something and coming to say hi to their fanbase. Charmings are shocked to see how close she is to TWICE and BTS in particular, making them wonder how long she has known both groups before she officially became an Idol, and what their relationships are like off camera

She's known for having a pet bunny called Tiffany, Tiff for short. Tiffany often makes appearances in her own lives. Tiffany is very cute and is loved by the fanbase

She is an artist. She tends to draw a lot and can see having piles of stuffed notebooks of drawings in her room. She's too shy to show her art but there was a screenshot of her accidentally leaving one of her notebooks open showing a double page section filled with well drawn sketches of recognised idols. Some from BTS some from TWICE.

She is a spanish black person. This makes her stand out from all other idols. But when she made her first appearance onto a game show, Black fans and Spanish fans of kpop had basically gone crazy seeing a black Idol speak their language for the first time and the number of Charmings doubled, if not tripled.

She is known for being so fucking painfully honest about everything it's funny. She's basically voluntarily called herself out on multiple occasions. Like when she admitted that she likes both man boobs and woman boobs (she's bi) or when she brain vomits her thoughts onto her tumblr page (yes she is in fact a tumblr girly), thinking no one would've seen her viral post that read "namjoon thinks I'm a bad influence on army cus of how vocal i am as if they didnt already want be crushed by his beefy arms before I admitted I did. They just get me (i joke btw.. kinda)" that she had deleted the second she posted it, but of course it got screenshoted and reposted onto twitter☠️

— FUN FACTS

She is older than Jungkook by 4 months

She is close friends with NAYEON, Sana, Chaeyoung, YOONGI, JIMIN, JUNGKOOK, Namjoon, J-hope, BANGCHAN, Felix, Hyunjin and YUNA

No one knows this yet but she has a crush on 4 of the idols listed and 2 of the highlighted names are part of the four, the other 2 are not

Red Panda is her animal representative because there was a video circulating of her dressed up as a mascot for her highschool as a red panda

She is an excellent cook and loves to cook for her members and her idol friends

She is the 2nd most shipped with trainee in MKB before she even became an Idol. She is now the first most shipped idol in MKB.

She is a genuine ARMY herself lmao😭😭 way too many times has she been caught singing a bts song when on camera

Tags! : @livingmydreamlife5555 @cocozydiaries @theshifterbear @4ellieluv

Side note💌 : she's so silly guys. I hope no one suspects me having a crush on any of the idols in my dr.. — 🍊💭

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bluheaven-adw · 4 months

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From last night. Man I really love how this one came out.

And since it's almost Christmas, I'm sharing music with everyone. 20 hours worth, 300+ songs, a wide variety from alternative to instrumental, EDM to rock/pop. Updated with new music at least once a month. Some songs very Trollhunters/Jim coded (if Armageddon or Take it all doesn't scream Jim to you then what are you even doing), some Dark Excalibur inspired.

So feel free to save/bookmark the whole thing, or just the songs you want. My first gift to all of you (I'm seriously starting to think sharing music is one of my love languages).

#tales of arcadia #trollhunters #toa #jim lake jr #toa trollhunters #trollhunters tales of arcadia #toa wizards #trollhunters toa #rott #rise of the titans #james lake jr #Spotify

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nnibarrel · 3 months

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Art from 2021. I need to talk about Ramien... Listen, if you want to know how I got to that life (when I have desnan ferret aasimar on the icon, but about desnan ferrets later), haha.

December 2021, I'm already doing asks for another pathfinder character, Jhod Kavken from Kingmaker, wotr has been released for a couple of months but I haven't played it fast enough to complete the game till that time so I didn't take the character from wotr. Well, I've studied Jhod's character and realized what? -He's from Galt (and fled from the revolution) -He's a priest (obviously) -He's a side character Hmm... Who can relate to that???

Ramien. Ramien from Edme. Omg, that priest... I don't remember exactly how I fell in love with him and Desna, but... Sure it happened. When I went through azata playthrough I was truly imbued with their ideals. Freedom... Friendship... Aaaaw, don't need to say this, you know - they're cool. Ramien is brave and ready to perform anything for the city. He's playful and young but wise and smart, poetic, romantic, kind. And that's without mentioning his appearance. Even though he is a minor character and doesn't appear much in the game, I loved his story.

And I've started doing asks for him. It will take me a long time to show everything I want, so posting will take some time, I will mix it with other posts. First part - "greeting", when he shows up and like "Want to talk about faith?")

If you know russian language - check out our community in the vk! If you don't know russian language, but are ready to use a translator in order to find great content on the game - also welcome to the link below! We have arts, comics and fics. And almost every character from the games, still can't believe how big our little fandom is... If you're already with us... Hi!)

#ramien #ramien wotr #aasimar #pathfinder #pathfinder wotr #pathfinder wrath of the righteous #wrath of the righteous #wotr #pfwotr #fanart #digital art

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alchemiccolored · 2 months

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#hyperspecific poll #had to edit this on desktop bc my phone no longer lets me edit drafts smh #1- it was for my little pony versions of my friends/acquaintances #2- her name is two letters off from mine. and her middle name is our sister's middle name.#3- learned it in pre-algebra and it fuckin rocks. highly recommend #4- texture :(#5- thaaaaats beetlejuice! speaking of which im a couple weeks away from my 1 year anniversary #6- vermont. my parents got busy after i was born + didnt take me. my older sister got to see it though #7- all of my biological grandparents + my stepmom's mom #8- his name's tom and he's doing great! hes totally blind so we had to force-feed him but now he eats if you touch a mealworm to his lips.#9- thanks keith. i still love virtual riot and pegboard nerds and grant and WRLD and #10- THEYRE SO PRETTY!!! to be fair i think i prefer piano and organ for being able to play chords and stuff but in a group french horn is A

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vixannya · 5 months

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It's Gallery Time Again!

Friday, November 24th

OoC Information: THIS IS NOT AN IN-GAME EVENT! This is meant as just something fun to headcanon for your character (and write about if you like - especially with @daily-writing-challenge starting on the 26th), if it is something they are able to attend! If you do choose to write any stories about this, please feel free to tag me - @vixannya - in the body of the post and use the tag #7deadlysins!

Vixannya owns an art gallery in Dalaran where she hosts various art exhibitions throughout the year. Two or three times a year, she will display her own work which is always accompanied by a massive grand opening and follow-up afterparty in another location.

Invitations are always given to those who make large contributions to the gallery and to the arts in general, as well as to prominent families from all over, friends, fellow Tarts, and those depicted in her work.

VIP access goes to the largest contributors, her muses, and anyone who purchases one of the pieces from the gallery on opening night. Even if your character cannot attend the grand opening and afterparty, the gallery is open to the public for a month! !Adults only!

Her final exhibition of the year is:

The red carpet treatment always marks the entrance of the gallery, a place for the guests to show off and be photographed in their designer gowns and suits, or whatever else they choose to wear. The fashion seen here always rivals that of the city’s grandest galas, just don’t upstage the art!

A group of master illusionists have transformed both the inside of the gallery and the afterparty space, with the various rooms mirroring themes in their separate locations. The themes: Pride, Gluttony, Sloth, Greed, Wrath, Envy, and Lust. The gallery version of each space is a little more simplified than that of the afterparty, in order to feature the art over all else.

The art itself has a single or multiple subjects, each containing one of the sins in some manner. There are 45 pieces in total; most small or medium size with at least one larger piece in each section. All of the paintings fall within her main area of focus, the one she has become well-known for, Death. All paintings are premonitions of how her living muses will die, according to her. Many of which, in the past, have shockingly come true.

The After Party:

While most of her after parties consist of four very different spaces that match the theme of the gallery itself, this one has SEVEN different spaces to each represent one of the deadly sins.

Pride, Gluttony, Sloth, Greed, and Wrath are the ‘safe’ areas! While drinking and drugs are acceptable everywhere, the lewd acts are reserved for the last two sets of locations.

Envy and Lust are the ‘anything goes WITH CONSENT’ areas.

PRIDE: Grand ballroom with a large dance floor, orchestra playing classical music, champagne towers, large chandeliers, waiters at your beck and call.

GLUTTONY: Massive buffets, fine sit down dining, bars with every type of alcohol (and drug) available.

@serazhen can be found working behind the bar!

SLOTH: Massages, saunas, facials, mani/pedis, large hot tubs, any other type of spa service, quiet and nap rooms.

GREED: High stakes poker, blackjack, craps, roulette, jazz musicians and singers.

WRATH: Various popular rock/metal bands and mosh pits to begin the party. DJs playing EDM, raving, neon lights to close out the party. 'Rage rooms' in the back for people to go ham breaking all variety of things!

@tristennedarkmorn can be found performing on lead guitar with one of the metal bands!

ENVY: Cabaret and burlesque performers, aerialists, body shots, live peep shows featuring singles, doubles, or more - with the opportunity to become a part of a peep show.

@rylandfalkov can be found performing in this area mostly on stage, occasionally in the peep show!

LUST: Escorts available, BDSM demonstrations and experiences, private or group rooms, open spaces where anything goes! Masks available for anonymity.

@dicenne can be found here for demonstrations and experiences!

Remember, what happens at the after party stays at the after party!

#7deadlysins #vixannya #story #gallery #gallery opening

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olet-lucernam · 2 months

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A Hollow Promise [24] chapter vi, part i

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main tags : loki x original character, post-avengers 2012, canon divergence - post-thor: the dark world, canon-typical violence, mentions of torture

summary: In the aftermath of the Battle of New York, the Avengers need a few days to build a transport device for the Tesseract. With the Helicarrier damaged and surveillance offline, SHIELD sends an asset to guard Loki in the interim: a young woman who sees the truth in all things, and cannot lie.

Even long presumed dead, her memories lost to her, Loki would know her anywhere.

And this changes things.

Some things last beyond infinity. And the universe is in love with chaos.

(Loki was never looking for redemption. It came as an unexpected side-effect.)

chapter summary : astrid gathers her allies, and draws the attention of her enemies. loki pays a heavy price for a victory.

recommended listening : all the good girls go to hell, billie eilish

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60 weeks and 1 day out

Astrid hated the Gallery.

The climate-controlled villa was a reprieve from the dense, nocturnal marine humidity of Madripoor. The side-gate and front door had quietly unlocked for her, sweat wicking from the bridge of her nose and nape of her neck as she stepped over the threshold and into the chilled air, navigating the quiet hallways with experienced familiarity.

Even years later, something about the place still grated on her- quietly gathering under her skin and congealing into a twitch of her fingers and the urge to break something.

Astrid swallowed it down. Her greed would make room to tolerate it- devouring anything that fed it.

Once she had something to aim for, everything else was secondary.

The hardened soles of her boots tapped against the charcoal tile. Drifting with slow, rotating steps as she typed on her phone, hammering out another forum post, Astrid felt the quiet of the empty hall press in against her as she waited.

The main hall was dimly lit. Partitioned by dozens of tall glass display cases forming corridors across the floor, each box was floodlit with LED frames of clean white light, suspending their wares in the darkness.

Despite the museum-grade display- at a quick glance, Astrid estimated that she was standing in the midst of a few hundred million USD- the exhibition resembled a nightclub more than a showroom. A fully stocked bar was built out from the far wall, bottles and liquors set aglow on shelves against butterscotch-golden lights, a state-of-the-art sound system installed overhead, the glass in the cases designed to withstand the heavy bass of EDM. From her visits to the Gallery during opening hours, Astrid had the impression that most of its clientele treated it as just another venue of entertainment; like a clear-topped shark aquarium installed under a dancefloor, or blood sports hosted in basement rooms, or experimental party drugs in candy bowls, the Gallery’s gimmick was the ability to order your next drink with a side of illicitly traded artwork.

It was empty for tonight.

She sighed, stretching her neck, and hit the publish button, before tucking her phone away.

Astrid half-wished that she was in the Brass Monkey instead.

The bar was a hub, a bureau of exchange and centre of information. It was a foothold that she had chiselled herself into early on, through months of work and whoring out her services and placing the right information in the right place at the right time- eventually earning an off-menu drink at the Saloon with her namesake, doubling as a method to contact her, if ordered with the right code phrase. Astrid had become a product that would earn the Saloon money; conversely, the Saloon was a rich resource for Astrid to exploit.

But the modus operandi of this client had changed, precluding any meetings out in the open. Astrid had decided not to begrudge it- not when she intended to wring it for every advantage she could get, anyway.

A set of footsteps sounded from behind her, sharper than her own, the snap signalling a pair of classic high heels.

Astrid turned her head to greet them, her body following its turn like a fouetté.

The woman breezing towards her was tall, slender, serene as lilies and polished to an edge. While they were both dressed in monochrome black, Astrid was dressed for the streets, light enough for the heat and sturdy enough for a fight- slim-fit jeans, a cotton camisole, leather jacket, and a scuffed steel-capped boots designed for wildland firefighters, her platinum hair wrapped up and secured with a few steel pins. By direct contrast, her client’s willowy frame was draped in a pair of gauzy palazzo trousers and a sleeveless blouse, capped off with a pair of iconic, red-soled Louboutins. A triple-row of diamond studs glinted in her earlobes, sharp against her dark, cool-toned skin, fine black tresses gathered up into a sleek chignon.

The dirt from clawing her way up from the streets had long been scrubbed from beneath her French-tip fingernails, buffed out and resolved into political-socialite glamour.

Astrid did not like the Gallery, but she did like Ophelia Sarkissian- redoubtable social-climbing bitch in Prada that she was.

Although they really should have another conversation on how designer label was not synonymous with prestige or quality. Ophelia owned a few too many Birkens to be respectable.

With a mostly genuine smile, Ophelia greeted her in a cloud of subtle perfume, sliding an arm around Astrid’s waist with nonchalant familiarity.

“Come on,” she said, “I know you hate this place.”

Astrid exhaled a laugh, noiseless and appreciative, letting herself be pulled along.

Their relationship may have been transactional, but they were still friendly. Astrid enjoyed Ophelia’s shamelessness; Ophelia liked Astrid’s casual confidence.

Ophelia steered her through to the private wing of the villa, away from the exhibition room. Beyond the show floor, the rooms became high-ceilinged and clad in clean white and golden oak; separated less by solid walls and more by tall glass-paned doors, it had the neutral gloss of a pied-à-terre or hotel suite, complete with brass clothing porters and florist-arranged vases. The décor was vacuous, flavourless as high-end vodka, but it was a little less obnoxious about it. The French doors were left ajar to the darkness of the gardens and outbursts of summer storms, and the cold pretence of domesticity, smooth as nail polish, tasted truer to Ophelia than the exhibition room.

The Gallery was not a business that she had founded. It was acquired, along with her crown- with Astrid as her kingmaker.

Without breaking stride, Ophelia led them through to a familiar sunken lounge. A full Western tea service had been arranged on the coffee table; Astrid immediately recognised the porcelain- trios of cups, saucers, and dessert plates in glazed white and vivid teal, the rims painted with dainty ivy-vine gold scrolling- as the Coalport set that she had authenticated for Ophelia as a personal favour, shortly after she had consolidated control over the Gallery. The silver, however, was new. Dramatically sculpted, faceted and delicately engraved, it was comprised of a tall kettle and stand, teapot, coffee server, creamer and sugar pot, imposing and imperious, complete with an etched mirror-polished tray, matching sets of filigree-wrought tongs, and gilded fruit forks.

Magpie.

She couldn’t be too snide. She knew where Ophelia’s compulsion to collect things came from, and it was far more sympathetic than her own idle materialism.

Ophelia pulled off her heels with a sigh, letting them clatter to the hardwood floor unceremoniously, padding over to one of dive-grey corner sofas.

“Tea or coffee?”

Taking a seat across from her, Astrid pulled each row of her laces slack, stepping on the backs of her heels to loosen the boots.

“Coffee. You’re not my only appointment.”

With a soft noise of approval, Ophelia reached for the tall server. She poured a clear, dark ribbon of espresso into one of the coffee cups- the strength of the brew turning Astrid’s stomach for a moment- before adding a few cubes of sugar and dousing it in milk, in a series of clean, efficient motions.

“Busy bee,” she commented, sliding the cup across to Astrid on its saucer. “You must be glad to be back.”

Astrid slipped her fingers into the delicate handle and lifted the coffee can to her lips, taking a sip, the bittersweet cooled latte melting across her tongue.

“No rest for the wicked.” She said, slanting into her seat and gazing into the silverware. “And I’ve been sitting still for long enough.”

She rarely drank coffee. It always seemed ungracious to refuse, though, when Ophelia specifically stocked a few roasts that didn’t leave her feeling nauseous and never commented on how her tastes turned it into a drinkable dessert- despite Ophelia being an insufferable connoisseur of blends and flavour profiles and brewing techniques.

On the other hand, Astrid had once eaten instant coffee grounds with a spoon.

Her father had caught her at the island counter- wrung out from exams and compressed study and a lack of sleep, running out of matcha powder at the last minute- and confiscated the jar, shoving her to bed with a cup of chamomile tea dosed with a sleeping spell.

That had been an undignified morning.

It was going to be a similar kind of hell-week, she suspected.

“Eighteen thirty-five, by the way,” Astrid remarked from over the rim of her cup.

Ophelia paused, leaning over to the cake stand, floral-scalloped tongs in hand.

“The coffee service,” she elucidated, setting her cup in its saucer with a gentle clink. “William Bateman and Daniel Ball. The tea service is from eighteen forty-three. Joseph and George Angell. All wrought solid English silver, gilded interiors, original chasing, no significant repairs. The forks are eighteen forty-nine, silver gilt, Aaron Hadfield. Good condition, similar era.”

After a moment, Ophelia settled back in her seat, the corner of her unpainted mouth ticking up.

Astrid shrugged.

“An apology. For taking such a long hiatus on short notice.”

Nose crinkling charmingly, Ophelia swung forward, setting a plate piled high with confections- vanilla madeleines, gloss-shelled pastel macarons, shard-like cardamom biscotti- on Astrid’s side of the table.

“You came to see me first,” she said, almost warmly, “no apology needed.”

Astrid smiled mildly, editing down her smirk.

As expected of the Power Broker.

Ophelia knew the power of information better than almost anyone else in the entire city, keeping the threads wrapped around her fingertips and effecting a shift with the slightest tense and twitch. It was why she had kept Astrid on side, all these years- and why she would have been watching for her return.

“How was your sojourn, anyway?” Ophelia asked, her expression just slightly too sharp, dipping a biscotti into her espresso. “Productive?”

Astrid skimmed the gilded rim of her coffee cup with a fingertip.

“Enlightening,” she conceded, soft as muslin, tilting her head. “Actually- I have a recommendation, based on what I observed while I was there. If you’re interested.”

“And what’ll it cost me?” Ophelia asked teasingly.

“Serious consideration,” Astrid replied evenly, “no more, no less.”

She sat up slightly, sobering.

“Well, now I’m worried. You rarely give out freebies unless you’re in a very good mood.” Ophelia cocked an eyebrow, lifting her demitasse cup in a half-toast. “Or if it’s going to benefit you somewhere down the line.”

“Hmn.”

Astrid denied nothing. Taking a pistachio macaron, she sat back in her seat, lifting her eyes to Ophelia with a steady blink.

“Cut ties with the serpent. That is my advice.”

Ophelia stilled, eyes fixed into nothing.

It was like watching a predator that had caught the scent of another predator.

“That,” she said, measured and calculating, “is a very lucrative investment.”

“I don’t doubt it.” Astrid took a bite of the macaron, the light, chewy honeycomb interior disintegrating in her mouth. “But smart investors tend sell their stock before the market crash.”

That gave Ophelia pause.

“Is it going to?” She asked shrewdly.

“Yes.”

“Are you going to make it crash?”

“Most likely not.”

“But you’ll profit off it.”

“It wouldn’t be the first time.”

Exhaling sharply, Ophelia flicked her head aside, breaking into a bright smile.

“I’ve missed this,” she admitted. “You always say what you mean.”

“And you never wonder why?”

“Please, I already know you’re self-interested, Thia. It’s why I like doing business with you. You say what you say to get what you want. I know that. And anyway- all I need to do is ask if you’re trying to screw me over.”

Astrid felt herself relax, slowly easing back into her seat.

She had almost forgotten what it was like, negotiating with someone who knew and acknowledged the conditions binding her, and played the game accordingly.

“Then are you going to ask?”

Ophelia’s expression slackened, exasperated.

“Are you going to screw me over?”

“No.” Astrid said simply, taking another draught of her latte. “The opposite.”

She hitched an eyebrow.

“Does this mean I’m going to be indebted to you?”

“You mean more indebted?”

Ophelia’s beautiful features hardened slightly.

“I hadn’t forgotten,” she said coolly.

Astrid smiled placatingly, clement as sunlight streaming through stained glass.

It hadn’t been a threat, or even a reminder, just a statement of fact.

“I know,” she said gently. “And haven’t I always made it worth your while, being indebted to me?”

Astrid watched her defensiveness unspool, slowly.

“You’ve been a dream come true,” Ophelia admitted. “Considering the things you want, and the things you have no interest in. You’re so fair that I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop. Or maybe a guillotine.”

Astrid laughed aloud.

“And take that useful head of yours? Why would I do that? I gain nothing by destroying you, Ophie.”

So please don’t change that. It would inconvenience us both.

With a resigned press of her jaw, masquerading as a phantom smile, Ophelia shrugged.

“And I gain nothing by making an enemy of you,” she conceded on a faintly grudging exhale. “I would just prefer to know the price I’m due to repay.”

“Ah-huh.” Astrid fixed her with a piercing look, burning. “And whatever happened to being willing to take a risk? Or are you refusing your own counsel?”

Ophelia’s cheek twitched.

It was the exact phrasing that Ophelia had used, long ago, when she had asked Astrid to back her in her coup. Astrid had pointed out that she had far more to lose, in the event of failure, than she ever stood to gain in the event of success, and Ophelia had given her killer smile as she asked if such a thing would prevent the audacious Alethia from taking a gamble.

Ophelia melted into a pout.

“Give me a clue, Thia.”

Astrid twitched her shoulder, taking a drink of coffee.

“If you are the woman that I think you are, this won’t ruin you.”

“Is that flattery?”

“I don’t lie.”

“You don’t threaten either.” Ophelia acknowledged, setting aside her empty demitasse cup. “Alright. Say I’m open to the suggestion. How much will it cost me? Cutting ties?”

“Less than it would cost if you didn’t.” Astrid met her gaze. “There will be opportunities to recoup. Especially given your career ambitions.”

The corner of her eye twitched.

“And if I don’t cut ties?”

“I wouldn’t have to do anything to make it hurt.”

For a long moment, Ophelia simply looked at her.

“Well,” she mused casually, “I suppose they are bastards.”

And that was what Astrid liked about Ophelia. She was perfectly capable of doing good, when the contrary wasn’t sufficiently profitable.

It was why she would make for an excellent politician.

“I can vouch for that,” Astrid said. “Not that you require it, I’m sure.”

“I thought your problem was with the eagle?”

“I can hate two things at the same time.”

Ophelia snorted in amusement.

“You are a multitasker,” she teased.

“Mm. Speaking of which.” Astrid leaned forward to set her dessert plate aside. “I know that you probably found another authenticator while I was on leave, but- if you held anything back in the vault, I can take a look at them now.”

Ophelia’s brows lifted. “Oh? I thought I wasn’t your last appointment?”

“The others can wait.”

She smirked, reaching for her phone.

“Why, colour me touched.”

Before Astrid could make a reply, she was tapping out a summons to her team, sending it with a flourish of her thumb.

“We do have a few obscure ones- the kind with fewer experts who can verify them, so it’s been too great a risk to send them out until we were certain. But Fliss just kept sourcing them, and I just couldn’t say no, and I decided that when you got back, I could just- ah. Actually,” Ophelia looked up, “I haven’t said it yet, have I?”

“Hm?”

She smiled, the gesture lifting the corners of her eyes.

When the words left her mouth, Astrid realised that Ophelia was mostly sincere.

“Welcome back, Thia.”

After leaving the Gallery, Astrid returned to the penthouse lounge. With only the cool, ambient cast of a sea of glittering light beyond uncovered windows to see by, she took out a small notebook, and made an addition to her list.

New shoes.

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gorogues · 7 months

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Spoilers for comics in December!

These are from the official solicits for that month, which you can see in full at Adventures In Poor Taste.

Evan is back, and joining in the fun with the Folding Man.

THE FLASH #4 Written by SI SPURRIER Art and cover by MIKE DEODATO JR. Variant covers by MIKE DEODATO JR. and FRANY 1:25 variant cover by JAVIER RODRIGUEZ 1:50 variant cover by MATT TAYLOR Santa variant cover by STEPHEN SEGOVIA $3.99 US | 32 pages | Variant $4.99 US (card stock) ON SALE 12/26/23 As the Flash continues to explore the Gallery, he meets a living entity called the Resident that he feels drawn to. Can she aid him in his battle against the Folding Man…and even if she can, does she want to? Meanwhile, Mirror Master returns, unveiling even more upgrades since we last saw him in The Flash #800—but he’s not the only one with new powers, as Irey “Thunderheart” West is eager to show the world. Also, the Stillness decide to act upon humanity as the new chapter for the Flash Family continues!

SPEED FORCE #2 Written by JARRETT WILLIAMS Art by DANIELE DI NICUOLO Cover by MIKE DEODATO JR. Variant cover by SWEENEY BOO $3.99 US | 32 pages | 2 of 6 | Variant $4.99 US (card stock) ON SALE 12/12/23 As Wallace and Avery race to uncover the mystery of the missing S.T.A.R. Labs scientists, something appears to be affecting their friends—is it tied to the bubbles popping up all over Keystone, or the “spooky Speed Force stuff” Mr. Terrific is warning everyone about? Also, a classic Flash character appears— and is really into EDM, but to what end? The young Speedster team-up continues!

Could it be Hartley who's gotten into EDM..?

TITANS: BEAST WORLD TOUR: CENTRAL CITY #1 Written by SI SPURRIER, A.L. KAPLAN, ALEX PAKNADEL, JARRETT WILLIAMS Art by A.L. KAPLAN, GEORGE KAMBADAIS, and SERG ACUNÑA Cover by MIKEL JANÍN Variant covers by CULLY HAMNER and TAURIN CLARKE $5.99 US | 48 pages | Variant $6.99 US (card stock) ON SALE 12/19/23 Speedsters infected! The home of the Flash is not immune from the Starro spores, and as a member of the Flash Family is infected, it’s all hands on deck across both Central and Keystone City. Irey West has a plan that requires the help of her BFF Maxine Baker, while Avery Ho, Wallace West, and fan-favorite Circuit Breaker will all be working together with the entire clan to contain the infected speedsters causing chaos across the city. Oh, and the recent issues within the Speed Force haven’t gone away… This key chapter of the Beast World saga also contains important revelations for the Scarlet Speedster’s next steps as The Flash writer Si Spurrier is joined by Speed Force writer Jarrett WIlliams, Circuit Breaker scribe A.L. Kaplan, and Knight Terrors: The Flash writer Alex Paknadel!

As per a variant cover, it seems that Godspeed is the infected member (or one of them, since the solicit later says speedsters plural) of the Flash Family.

And because we know Len is in this series...

JUSTICE LEAGUE VS. GODZILLA VS. KONG #3 Written by BRIAN BUCCELLATO Art by CHRISTIAN DUCE Cover by DREW JOHNSON Variant cover by JONBOY MEYERS Variant cover by MIKE DEODATO JR. 1:25 variant cover by SIMONE DI MEO 1:50 variant cover by ARIST DEYN $4.99 US | 40 pages | 3 of 7 | Variant $5.99 US (card stock) ON SALE 12/19/23 Superman and Godzilla have gone head-to-head with devastating consequences in Metropolis as the Justice League scrambles to protect their homes from the monsters—Supergirl encounters Kong on Skull Island and Wonder Woman takes on Behemoth on Themyscira! Lost in the monster mayhem, though, are Lex Luthor and his Legion of Doom… what nefarious connection do they have to everything?

#Mirror Master #Evan #Captain Cold #Godspeed #the Flash #Irey #Avery Ho #Kid Flash #Folded Man #Pied Piper #maybe?#solicits #spoilers: comics

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19 - Great Expectations

Despite barely scraping enough UCAS points to get me to university and having the honor of being the first person in my family to go to university, I still felt like an absolute faliure.

It dawned on me that I will never be a doctor. I will never be anything I wanted as a kid. A rock star, fashion designer, actress... all of those were young girls wishes. Sometimes life happens and things don't go according to plan. Sometimes we lose people close to us but sometimes we meet people who change us for the better.

Still, I couldn't help but notice that my inner child often cried and mourned the person I could've been. If only I had both parents. Maybe then my mum wouldn't be so overworked and she could actually afford to send me to guitar lessons when I was younger. If only I had more money and an easier job. Maybe then I could afford to spend more time studying and actually get to the prestige course I wanted. If only I was pretty. Maybe then I wouldn't get bullied as a kid and I wouldn't carry all this emotional baggage with me.

This was hard for me to process. But I knew I couldn't share any of this with Simon. The man has seen horrors and death. What do I have that is worth mentioning?

My mum and I finally moved to our new, smaller and cheaper flat. It was modern and fairly spacious, but nonetheless it was a studio, meaning I wouldn't have my own room anymore. And I would have to share the bed with my mum. Again.

After unpacking what seemed like a bloody warehouse, I finally, FINALLY managed to decently organise everything. Despite knowing that mum WILL re organise everything when she returns from her two week placement, I was satisfied with my progress.

I looked at some of my empty sketchbooks and art supplies that I haven't touched in months, maybe over a year. Why did I stop?

I guess I got too exhausted and depressed about everything, that way didn't have any inspiration, let alone willpower to draw anything. Looking at the empty room that has become my habitat, I picked up my phone and invited Simon to a little "housewarming party".

An hour and a half later, Simon and I were already doing my favourite kind of yoga position: masked man bridge pose. Well, I was doing the bridge, he was doing the rest. Honestly, I had no idea how could he still have so much stamina.

"Simon, fucks sake, take it easy, this is a new bed." Replying with nothing but a smirk, he grabbed my butt and picked up the pace.

This went on for another hour, during which, I also took the lead sometimes and demonstrated what kind of fanfictions I have been reading as a teen.

After we were both kind of tired, we just laid on the bed, naked, embracing each other. Simon was kissing my cheeks and caressing my back. "You hungry, love?"

I couldn't help but smile at him. "A little, maybe. Just had the dessert." Giving me another kiss, he stood up, butt naked, and started going through my fridge. "Bloody hell, you ever have any food?"

"Sometimes, check the freezer, there may be a frozen pizza."

Thank fuck there was, or else we would have to go out and actually TALK to people.

It is my firm belief that frozen food, especially pizza is humanity's greatest achievement. After dinner, we both laid in the bed, touching each other and talking about our lives. Simon even told me a few funny stories from deployment. I was happy to see both sides of him. He was so much more than just a stoic lieutenant.

And then his very large friend demanded attention again. I was more than happy to give it. Whilst I was in the middle of a very passionate blowjob, I head EDM bass coming from the upstairs flat. I was surprised, since most of my neighbours were very quiet, reserved and peaceful. "You are so good at this, love. You wanna keep going?"

I nodded with my very full mouth and kept going. Then I had enough and pushed Simon back to the bed, took his mask and put it on me. This seemed to turn him on even more. Throwing him a condom, I waited patiently so he could put it on. When he was finished, I pounced on him and rode him like it was a competition.

But there was just one...tiny...tiny...problem. The fucking music wouldn't let me concentrate. In sheer frustration I took off his mask, got off of his hips and silently yelled in the pillow.

"I'm sorry, Simon, I can't focus. I fucking can't." With that he stood up and banged on the ceiling a few times. Nothing.

"You can report them to the landlord tomorrow. Wanna keep going'?"

With a facefull of sheer annoyance I nodded and spread my legs.

#call of duty mw2 #cod mw2 #ghost smut #simon riley smut #ghost mw2 #simon ghost riley #ghost cod x oc

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sketchyandsketches · 3 months

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a random OC ask (for edme): what is your OC's favorite memory?

also: if they were dropped in a random city for a day with a pouch full of gold/relevant currency and no obligations whatsoever, what would they be doing?

AAA a first ask for an oc of mine, I'm so honoured :0 So Edme probably has two memories he cherishes with all of his heart. The first memory would be from his childhood. He was lucky and born into a family that wasn't like many other lolth-sworn drow families in the Underdark. He didn't grow up trying to kill his siblings and he had parents that could show affection. His mother was a mage who married a bard, Edme's father, not just because he could use magic and serenade her, but also because he was able to be kind and was a curious soul, like her. They both spent time with Edme, teaching him their arts and allowing him to have a childhood that wasn't solely a preparation for adulthood. So one of his favourite memories would be a day he spent with both his parents; sort of playing around and casting magic, experimenting on how voice and performance could change the spells and their intensity, animating him to practice his magic, him laughing, casting little sparkly spells, his parents there to watch his little practice, telling him what to try and cheering him on, joining in with their own magic. The other memory would definitely be from when he made it to the surface. Reason for him leaving his parents' house after graduation from the academy was that several drow women had interest in him. However, sometimes drow go "if I can't have him, nobody can" and his parents weren't too keen on having their son killed. They also didn't want him to marry out right away and instead sent him out to go and learn more, find more to paint than their city and drow. Edme travelled out and got to paint other parts of the Underdark, other races he didn't get close to. His curiosity eventually led him to the surface. So that memory is the moment he first set eyes on a bright landscape, soft clouds decorating the blue sky, the sun shining, green trees, colourful flowers, races living together, people smiling, children playing, different architecture... He sat there for hours, watching the colours change entirely throughout the day, and throughout the night, revealing an entirely different palette, completely different compositions, light and shadow. Oh, and seasons changing... it didn't even matter his eyes were dry asf during the first months (he forgot to blink and also wasn't used to that much light). And for the second question: This man would do what he always does; painting. Okay the first stop would be somewhere he could eat breakfast at, then wherever he can get art supplies, then he'd travel around the city, painting places, paying people to pose for him so he could paint them. Maybe he'd pay for a feast so he could paint that, too. Maybe he'd also buy some pretty clothes and jewellery. He'd potentially stop somewhere to buy a ton of books, too! And well... he might rent out a place like sharess' caress so he could do... more paintings AHAH (and enjoy some company.)

#thanks again for asking about Edme!#also i was thinking of letting him paint mini portraits of others' ocs for funsies #oc: edme #i swear he's a sweetheart #asks

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pastel-player · 10 months

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Round 1 Results Part 2

We continue :3

MATCH 9: Racheal Fox is Eliminated!

(Art by @dragonairice)

Racheal is older sister of another of my OCs- often having to be the most down to Earth of her family. She’s studying astronomy in college and loves to learn about the universe at large. She’s a huge nerd, but she’s quite mature and very protective- she needs to be, considering who her brother is.

MATCH 10: Howdy Dowdy Donna is Eliminated!

(art by @samthecookielord)

Donna she has 7 guns. Howdy Dowdy Donna is my West of Loathing protagonist! She’s a beanslinger who is filled to the brim with love! She cares a ton about the people around her and always tries for a peaceful solution! She also has Alice as her pardner, who’s she’s stayed very close with. She also didn’t disappear because I said so. Well she sorta did but it was for like. A month.

MATCH 11: Callie Carter is Eliminated!

(Art by Dragonair again :D)

Callie Carter is a fairly normal teenage girl- with the exception that she has an odd relationship with time itself. She lives every day twice- think groundhog day, but it’s like. A second try for every day. Because of this, her reactions are pretty reserved- which in turn with her rather monotone voice, leaves people viewing her as somewhat emotionless. Despite this, she puts a lot of effort into making the most of her gift and using it to help those around her.

MATCH 12: Kitsune is Eliminated!

(Sam again)

Kitsune is an OC for the cartoon Unikitty! They’ve spent most of their life caught between two worlds of opposite extremes. One far too bleak and depressing for them to find comfort in, and the other too loud and chaotic for them to feel at home. They live on the outskirts of both, studying magic and trying to find balance.

MATCH 13: Penny Nicholson is Eliminated!

(picrew: https://picrew.me/image_maker/1414503)

Penny Nicholson is my Shadow Taint save for Shadows Over Loathing! Poor girl has been haunted by strange dreams of unknowable forces since she was little, and it’s only through the events of the game that she starts getting answers. She sorta ends up losing herself to it, but she doesn’t turn full-on evil. She basically just becomes a friendly, albeit slightly unhinged fish woman.

MATCH 14: Night Catcher is Eliminated!

Same picrew lol

Uhh yeah I don’t actually have a picture of her in her normal form but that’s okay lol. Night Catcher is a DuckTales 2017 OC that was made for a fanfic concept. She’s a pure evil villain and also a literal nightmare demon. Evil devious woman, she has not made eye contact with a sympathetic motivation, go off girl.

MATCH 15: Rhythm is Eliminated!

(It’s Sam. Again.)

Rhythm is an Animation Vs. OC! They’re from a fairly flashy Rhythm game, primarily centering around EDM and other electronic music! They often find it easier to express themself through their music, rather than talking. Since discovering the rest of the internet, they’ve started exploring different kinds of music and forming new bonds!

MATCH 16: Santa Hat is Eliminated!

(You’ll never guess)

Santa Hat is the father of Nightcap! He’s a child psychologist who works as the student counselor for a school. He loves tinkering to make all sorts of things- primarily stim toys. He also collects model trains. He’s a very warm and welcoming presence, who’s always looking at the emotions of things.

Aaaaand that’s it for Round 1! Cannot wait to see what goes down in the next round :D

#oc blind date #round 1 results #ocs #my ocs #racheal fox #howdy dowdy donna #callie carter #kitsune #penny nicholson #night catcher #rhythm #santa hat

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