#le petite sirene

[music-in-my-veins14]

#Sous L'Ocean #Under The Sea #The Little Mermaid #Disney #French #Le Petite Sirene #Music

[moorishflower]

pirate/siren dreamling 2: now w/more homoerotic cannibalism

we're playin fast n loose w/time in this one but idc because it's too much fun lol

@teejaystumbles more siren au for your perusal my dear!

All told, it takes Hob ten years to pull himself back together. Hardly a drop in the bucket of immortality, but each season that passes without him returning to the shores of Brighton makes him itch something fierce. But there's no rushing it: he's starting from scratch, after all, but worse still, he's starting with a reputation. News of his stranding has reached all the way to London by the time that he gets there himself, and he's forced to lay low for a time, to shave his beard and grow out his hair, to take a new name. Just different enough to not be marked upon a register: Robin Gadlyn.

So he bides his time. He shores up his savings. He becomes Robin Gadlyn, who has returned from Tangier with the intent of signing on again as a shiphand, the call of the sea still in his blood. It's not hard to find a ship that's looking for easy labor. What's harder is finding a small ship, with a cruel captain and a tired crew. Fortunately, cruelty is an export that is never in short supply, and at last, in his ninth year, Hob boards Le Petit Nief, captained by one Edmund Everille, a man in his late forties with thinning dark hair and a redness to his nose that speaks of drink and a twist to his mouth that suggests cruelty.

It only takes him four months at sea to bring the rest of the crew to his side, and he suffers the lash only three times throughout, which Hob considers to be fortunate. Less fortunate is Everille, who ends up pitched over the rails in the dead of night, his left eye a slashed ruin from where Hob had buried his dagger. No mercy, he thinks, for cruelty.

He's voted captain nearly-unanimously, and the two who vote nay, he speaks to individually. Addresses their concerns -- that he's young, inexperienced, thinks above his station -- and invites them to council him as they see fit. Hob's learned that most of the time, when people complain, all they really want is to be heard.

He wants his crew to be heard. He wants them to hear him in turn. He doesn't want a repeat of the last ship, when his ignorance resulted in him stranded, even if it did net him with his greatest calling, his reason for unending life.

Sometimes, when it storms, the scar at his thigh aches, fierce and vicious, and he remembers the brilliant swathe of colors that had painted that hidden grotto, and his heart swells with something huge, and terrible, and too difficult to name. He traces the scar with his fingertips, the neat imprints of teeth, and remembers how the creature had looked at him, there in the dark, its eyes like shining stars and its expression almost like awe. Awe! When he was the poor bastard caught by that siren call!

It doesn't matter. It's been ten years, and if the thing is still there, he intends to find it. A decade is long enough, perhaps, to smooth over any harsh feelings over not allowing himself to be eaten, and if the creature isn't there…well. Then he'll search. He's got all of eternity to do it.

When Le Petit Nief (newly christened the Lightfot after a hasty vote from the crew) docks at Brighton, ten years almost to the day since Hob was marooned, he feels an unaccountable sense of relief. Whatever happens, he still has his health, his life, and his liberty, and maybe he's a fool, to have spent the last ten years collecting trinkets and treasures to bring to some sharp-toothed sea god, but then, he's never pretended to not be a fool. Recklessness calls to him as sure as that siren's wail, and he gives the crew leave to visit the town under the condition that they cause no trouble lest trouble find them first.

And, under cover of the moon, the air humid and thick with summer's heat, he takes his little pouch of treasures, and his oilskin pouch of foodstuffs, and he takes a dinghy out to the chalk-white cliffs.

The sea is calm and beautiful, reflecting the moon like a fat pearl floating on the waves, darling Venus' delight. Hob takes an apple for himself from the rations that he's brought, and thoughtfully cuts it into quarters. And then, humming softly, he scores his palm with the tip of the blade, and lets it hang over the edge of the boat, dripping night-blackened blood into the depths.

Apples are sweet, this time of year. Firm beneath the teeth. There's different satisfaction to be had in fruit and meat, he muses. Meat fills the belly, but fruit heals the soul. One need only eat an orange after a long voyage at sea to feel the difference. He wonders if the creature has ever eaten fruit -- if it has spent its whole life in the depths, and never seen eggs, nor bread, nor honey. He wonders if, for it, the taste of his blood was as exotic as a fine wine, or if it was only a base satisfaction.

The water ripples beside the boat, and Hob peers over the side, clenching his fist to bring up more blood.

He gets no warning -- one second the boat is still and calm, and the next it thrashes sideways, rocked by the slam of many limbs, and Hob feels something strong and sleek as an eel wrap around his leg and yank. Panic is instinctive; he kicks, and feels another tether around his opposite foot, and, unmoored, he goes sliding over, the fingers of his cut hand grappling at the edge of the boat, but finding no purchase between the wash of the sea and the slickness of his own blood.

He's dragged down.

Down, and down, into darkness, the light of the moon disappearing above him, covered by the hull of the dinghy, until his eyes are forced to try to adjust to the endless pitch. They needn't adjust for long: some seconds later, and there's a wild flare of color, of light, springtime yellow and pink as rosy as dawn, all specked through with silver starlight. He sees the shape of the creature. He sees the strong limbs, supple, twined about his legs.

He sees its face: a man's face, sharp and canny, with high cheekbones and lips that look nearly black in the chaotic splash of color. When it -- when he -- smiles, it shows a hint of needle-like teeth, a perfect row of sharpness. Hob's lungs are burning, and every blessed instinct in him tells him to fight, to claw, to scramble back to the surface for a gasp of needed air.

Instead, he holds the quartered apple between them. The creature's limbs writhe busily over his legs, feeling out the shape of his calves and thighs beneath his breeches, and Hob holds its gaze while he opens his mouth and takes a bite of apple, bubbles ticking in slow files from his nostrils. He raises his brows. He sways closer, pulled as surely as the tide by the creature's tentacles, slowly inching their meandering way over his arse, the small of his back.

The creature blinks at him -- blinks! not quite like a fish at all, then -- and leans in to meet him, curious. He opens his mouth and lets the water wash into it, and Hob sees a curious mechanism of motion at his neck, which his air-deprived brain takes long seconds to recognize as gills.

Slowly, the creature scents him, sticks out a tongue as pink as a tea rose and touches it to the corner of Hob's waiting mouth, and then, in curiosity, to the bite of apple he holds in his lips. The teeth are so sharp, so sharklike, and so near to his face that Hob's heart kicks in fretful earnesty. He begs it to be gentle, and he begs his prick to stay quiet, and his vision fuzzes gently at the edges as the creature takes the apple from his mouth into his own. His dark brows raise, and Hob, his lungs screaming, and with nothing to occupy his mouth any longer, breathes in at last.

He wakes to a familiar sight: the grey-white walls of a chalk grotto, the light of the moon streaming through an opening in the stone, water pouring in all the waves of the unrelenting sea from his lungs. He rolls onto his side and heaves, coughing and spitting until his throat is sore and his chest hurts. Something taps between his shoulders, and then roughly slaps, sending another gout of water rushing from him, another fit of coughing. It doesn't feel like a hand, but it takes Hob minutes to overcome the gagging, and minutes longer still to reach coherence again.

The dinghy. The grotto. His gifts. He rolls onto his back, and finds that the cave he lies in isn't so dim as he originally thought.

The source of light becomes immediately clear, a pale-silver glow that leans over him, and gradually resolves, again, into the creature, the man, with his skin shining like glowbugs along the river in faint moonlit hue, with his eyes deep and dark as ink, and Hob sees, now, that his mouth isn't black, but red. Garnets blush his lips, and behind them the unsheathed daggers of his teeth, white as bone.

"You're beautiful," he says, and his voice is shaky, and hoarse, but Christ, he feels alive. "You know, I've been waiting ten years to find you again. Sorry for the wait."

The creature tilts his head, and Hob tries to gesture vaguely towards the pouches at his belt.

"I've brought. Ah . Gifts? I don't know what you are, some, some sea-god or siren, or…I don't know. But I hope you like them. I hope --" His hope isn't given the chance to explain itself, because the creature sways in closer, rubbing its mouth busily against the curve of Hob's neck. Without a beard it feels strangely intimate. Then again, he thinks it would feel the same whether he were bearded or not. The creature is slick and smooth all over, its mouth a warm snuffling press that drags over the thud of his jugular and then rests there.

"Or we could do that," he says softly, and tilts his head, and bares his throat. "Not like I haven't got blood to spare. Can tell the men a shark got me."

And, "No," the creature says, and Hob nearly sits bolt upright, and is held in place only by the heavy weight that slithers across his groin, the many limbs pinning him to the ground. Christ, but the thing is strong.

"You can talk," he says, joy in every word, and a ripple passes through the light, a wave of yellow ochre.

"Yes. Some. Mine."

The sharp teeth dig into his neck, not a proper bite, but a scoring of flesh. They drag, opening veins, but not the vein, and the hot flood of pain wakes every limb, jerks him to cognition faster than any wine or spirit. His hands scrabble for purchase on the ground, and then he feels them being taken up, slick tendrils exploring busily between his fingers.

"All right," he says. "Yes. Yours. No shark's."

He's rewarded with a soft rumble, a purr like a cat and a neat little clicking sound that he identifies, after a moment, as the creature's teeth champing together. He feels hands -- hands! human-shaped and gently grasping -- push back into his hair, scratching with nails as sharp as talons.

"Good," the creature says, and the bite, when it comes at last, rests not over his jugular, but at the crook of neck and shoulder, where the muscle is thick and corded from hauling rope, where the sharp teeth sink and spike with pain and bleed him slowly, but do not kill. The creature nurses like a babe from the wellspring that flows from him, and each suck is a bright star of sensation tied from shoulder to heart to prick. Hob strains against the limbs that hold him, not away, but closer.

Queer things, he thinks wildly, it does queer things to the soul. His soul was damned already, he thinks, from years of mercenary work and casual banditry. Let his soul become odd, if it means he can have this.

Blood pours hot and steady for long minutes, and the only sounds in the grotto are the creature's suckling, the wet smear of his mouth on Hob's skin, and Hob's own desperate panting. The weight on him is familiar, a lover's press, the core of the creature's body poised over his groin and wriggling slowly. His prick is caught between wet linen and what feels like a hundred touching, grasping hands, studiously plucking at his breeches, his boots, his tunic while their master feasts up above.

"Let me touch you," he says, he begs. This creature is the sea, beautiful and wild, the tempestuous waves and the deadly calms, and he's the soaring salt-wind and the cry of the gulls along the shore, the bright flicker of fish in the shallows, the darkness of the depths, and Hob thinks that the sea has its hooks in the blood of all men, but in him deeper than most. He can feel it in his heart, with each pump that takes his blood from his body into the vast and wending sea.

The creature makes a noise too close to laughter to not be, and the teeth retract from his neck, leaving a feeling not unlike the emptiness after being tupped. Hob sighs with it, rocks his hips to try and find something to fill that yawning gap, and finds his hands being drawn in rippling motion to the creature's hips. He feels human, here, a pelvis that's vaguely familiar, the smooth skin of his flanks. No navel, Hob thinks, with no small amount of dizziness.

"Yes," the creature says again, and he bucks upwards with a sob. His neck feels hot and cold all at once, and he's empty. "Be mine. Have me."

The voice is like a fisher's gaff, that spears through the ear and into the brain; a pulse that skims over his flesh and leaves ripples in its wake. It's the lonely call of the lighthouse's warning on a foggy eve, a gull's cry, the sound of the lapping tides. It washes over him. It'd drown him, if he let it.

Hob curls his fingers into the white flesh and strains upward, fucking into the writhing, muscular twitch of tentacles that cover him. They've none managed to figure out his breeches, but the linen is barely an impediment at all -- something slim and tapered bunches the fabric around his cock, until there's a sharp rip of cloth and blessed, blessed contact. A cool, wet spiral of flesh that circles his prick, a dozen lightning-touched mouths laying kisses along the length of him, and he sobs again. Cannot help himself.

"A name," he says, and smoothes his hands over the angular planes of the creature's chest. What he'd taken for nipples from a distance are flat and soft beneath his fingers, but draw a similar response as with many men: a soft sigh, the creature's head thrown back to expose the long white column of his throat, and the sharpness of his teeth. "Give me a name to call you, sweet."

"A name," the creature repeats, and gives another fluting sigh, and does not answer. His hands are still in Hob's hair, now tugging, and Hob goes to them, heaves himself to sitting so that the creature is perched on him, and he's fucking into the wet grasp of it like he would a woman, bouncing him in his lap. Everything is a riot of movement and the slick noise of flesh, and Hob tilts his head, angling for a kiss.

"Douce mer," he gasps, and the creature bends, at last, to brush their mouths together. No proper kiss, no caress of tongue and lips, but a smear of blood into his mouth; the creature kisses like he intends to eat him. Hob kisses him back like he'd allow it. "Mer de nuit. I can keep going."

"Yes." The word is bitten into his mouth, a catch of teeth against his lip, which the creature chases with singleminded intensity. "More."

And they say that the gods of the sea are fickle, and proud, and desirous, and so Hob laughs, and between the iron tang of his own blood he whispers: my sweet, my treasure, my darling. The creature rides him in rolling waves, and his skin is flickering flashes of color, of reds and pinks as deep as the brilliant dawn, and silver as sharp as the moon.

When Hob peaks, it's with a cry that he bites into the creature's mouth, his blunt human teeth catching the berry-red lips, hips stuttering as the thing's tentacles wring every ounce of spend from him, and then some. They crowd him, smearing the warmth of his seed across his length, each of them fighting for a turn to touch him, and all the while the creature moans into his mouth, shuddering softly in his arms. There's a new taste on his lips, and Hob chases it with his tongue.

"Mine," the creature murmurs again. The hands in his hair curl and shiver. "Mine."

Hob lets himself lay down, his back flat against the unforgiving stone, the afterwaves of his pleasure still rolling through him like thunder over the open ocean.

"All right," he says, and licks his lips again. Salt, and living things, and kelp. The sea. "All right."

The creature pets his hair, tousling it this way and that. And then, with a gentle sigh, he lays his head upon Hob's chest. His heart still beats there, strong and steady, despite the hook the sea has stabbed within it, and slowly, gradually, the light in the grotto eases, the busy movement of the creature's tentacles slows, until it's only the moon, a fat and drifting pearl, that casts its unjudging eye through the cave's mouth upon the lovers entangled there.

#siren au #dreamling #dream of the endless #hob gadling #dream/hob #dream of the endless/hob gadling #dream/hob gadling #the sandman #the sandman fic #my fic #the sandman fanfiction #tw cannibalism #tw blood #tw drowning #tw tentacles #cannot express to you how consensual this is including the cannibalism #is it cannibalism if your lover is an ancient mercreature #anyways they fuck in this one kind of #enjoy entertainment friends

[writerpeach]

Initial D'ed

Le Sserrafim Chaewon x Male Reader

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My first ever Chaewon smut. Please play your favorite eurobeat song while you indulge.

"They're right behind us."

Police sirens were only an annoyance, like a dog that was all bark and no bite. They did nothing to deter you, and only served as distracting background noise, accompanying flashing red and blue lights that were just a blur in the rear-view mirror. 

The smell of burning rubber permeated the air, with the wind in your face, and beams of sunlight reflecting off the hood. Three pursuit cars chased behind, with more on the way, but there was never a need to worry. It wouldn’t be a problem, not unless you made a mistake—and you never did.  

“I need thirty seconds to disable the tracker.” 

Hands gripped the steering wheel, not even bothering to look back behind you, while a petite woman in the passenger seat fiddled with a small black device underneath the glove box. 

“Then work your magic.” Tires screeched, and the car fired off like a bolt of lightning, as the distance between struggling cops became even more embarrassing. 

“Tracker disabled. Can you lose them?” The woman in the passenger side asked, intently focused on the police scanner without any expression on her face. Police comms never sounded so desperate. 

“Of course. I can lose anyone.” 

“You better. The puppet master won’t like it if we’re late.”

“The PM can kiss my ass then.” 

Highways were a death sentence, especially when traffic was this bad, and you needed to get the hell out of there. You’d never lose cops like this. Even when speeds approached over 150 mph, wailing sirens grew louder and louder.

“They still have eyes on us. Two behind us, one charger on your right. They might pit us.” 

“They can try.” Not that you’d ever give them a chance to, and with a hand on the shifter, you floored it, weaving through traffic on the wrong side of the road. The adrenaline in your body sky-rocketed. It wasn’t anything you hadn’t done before, but it always came with risk—but with high risk came high reward. 

“Just don’t get cocky.” 

Vehicle still southbound, approaching dangerous speeds over 150 miles per hour. Be advised, now heading into opposing lanes of travel. Requesting additional units. 

The woman beside you looked nervous as she looked behind her, then focused on bright beams from the many death traps headed your way. Against her better judgment, she had confidence in your skills. 

“Chaewon, it’ll be fine. I’ve got this.” The sleek vehicle purred beautifully as you dashed in and out of traffic, loud horns blaring at you. One wrong move would send the both of you to the hospital, or worse, but you wouldn’t let that happen. 

“I sure hope so. I’d hate for this box to be my grave.” 

Your carefree words did little to put Chaewon at ease, but it wasn’t your job to keep her cool, just to arrive in one piece unscathed. When you spotted a break in the traffic, you pushed the car to its limits and drove back onto the proper side of the road, then took the exit, and rounded the corner back into the city. Sirens still roared behind, a constant reminder not to let your guard down. 

“I’ll lose them in two turns. Just watch.” 

“Bet. You owe me dinner if you don’t.” Dashing past several red lights, you took a left, went through a parking garage, out the other end, then took a right and under an overpass. Sirens were a faint murmur in the distance, and you saw flashing lights across the upcoming intersection, heading in the opposite direction. 

Vehicle currently VCB, last spotted heading northbound off exit 24

“You’re toying with them. This isn’t a game.” 

“Relax, Chae. It’s not my fault they make it too easy.”

“Wow, congrats. You out drove a bunch of cadets. Want a gold medal?” Chaewon turned her head and caught eyes with you, just to let you know it didn’t impress her. 

“Just mark the dropoff spot, sweetie. Maybe someday you’ll be able to drive this well.”

“You know cars aren’t my preference. I much prefer to have something thick between my legs.” Chaewon smirked, with her arms folded, and her cute nose twitched.

Miles of road went driven unfollowed, which gave ample time to catch your breath while you pulled into the destination—an empty, unmarked garage by the docks. 

“You’re reckless,” Chaewon scolded as she exited the car. Her round eyes widened and her gaze was intense. It was hard to tell the validity of her emotions. 

“Maybe. But did we get caught?” 

“Not yet. Day isn’t over, though.” 

A message popped up on your phone. Car has been successfully dropped off. Rank upgraded. Please leave the area.

“Another successful job. Guess I’ll see you later. Thanks for the help, Chaewon.” 

“What? You’re just going to leave a girl here alone? My bike isn’t anywhere near here,” Chaewon scoffed. 

“You can take care of yourself, can’t you? Want me to call you a cab?”

“Hell no. I’d never be caught dead in some smelly taxi. It’s just—”

“What? Spit it out.” 

“You know, it’s just—racing gets me all types of excited. I love the feeling of being a fast car, escaping from those dumb cops. It just really gets me going.” 

“Yeah, I know the feeling. My heart is still racing. I almost spun out a few times.” 

“Not that kind of excited, dumbass!” 

“Then what—”

Chaewon grabbed your shoulders, pushing you against the nearest wall, inside the garage with your back pressed up against it. She moved quicker than a cat and grasped your face, silky lips crashing against your own. The sweet, unforgettable taste of her mouth invaded yours, tongues colliding, dueling with one another, fighting back and forth to see who had the upper hand. 

“You’re so fucking oblivious,” Chaewon spat out. The only retort you had was biting on her lower lip, and swiping your tongue across her teeth, before you captured her mouth, and took your fair share of dominance. Your faces were a hair's breadth away, but the vacant stare she gave off didn’t last long, betrayed by the lust in her eyes that demanded your lips back on hers.

“Or maybe you’re just too easy to read,” you said, gazing into Chaewon’s round eyes. It was hard not to stare down at the plunging neckline of her dress and the escaping cleavage that drew your eyes to her breasts. Your hands didn’t stay idle, wandering around her creamy skin, and hooked your fingers into both straps of her dress. 

“No—just fuck me against this wall. We don’t have much time before the PM shows up to pick this up. I don’t want him to be here when you’re balls deep inside me.” 

“Fair enough. I’ll get my crew to send a car to pick us up,” you said, eyes exploring the curves of her desirable body. ”That dress looks great on you, Chaewon.” 

“Everything looks great on me. Now don’t keep a girl waiting.” 

It was unfortunate you didn't have the time to explore Chaewon’s perfect body. Her naked body had blessed your eyes many times before, but you’d have to wait for a more opportune time to give it the attention it deserved. As much as the puppet master didn’t intimidate you, that didn’t mean that you wanted to get on his bad side. 

With no hesitation, you spun Chaewon’s compact frame around, and hiked up her little black dress past her tiny waist. It was a pleasant surprise that she didn’t have panties on to get in the way, presenting her round, spankable ass that you felt inclined to do just that—and slapped one cheek hard. 

“Fuck!” Chaewon gasped, and bit her lip. She placed her palms flat on the wall in front and stuck her ass out to entice you more. “Make it hurt.” 

When your focus shifted to Chaewon’s delicious backside, you gave her plump cheeks a firm squeeze, then kneaded them with your fingertips, before you delivered another harsh spank. The smack of warm flesh was addicting, as was the jiggle that Chaewon’s cheeks made when your palm struck it. Each smack rippled the pale cheeks harder than the last, and you followed up with squeezes of the tender skin. Chaewon tried not to moan too loud, but she couldn’t hide her satisfaction. The harsh sting on her backside drove her wild. 

One more loud spank, then two fingers traced the outline of her ass and dipped lower. They moved between her legs and rubbed her bare slit. A smile formed on your face by the amount of slickness that coated your fingers with arousal. 

“You’re drenched,” you whispered, and made Chaewon blush from ear to ear. Perhaps the thrill of a chase turned her on more than she led on, but most likely Chaewon being spanked a little too much, the answer being a combination of the two. 

“And you’re fucking hard as a rock,” Chaewon said. She pressed her bare ass against your bulge and wiggled her hips. “Hurry and put it in me already.” 

With hurried movements, you unzipped your pants, dragged them down, and took your boxers off at the same time. Chaewon eyes brightened and snatched your cock up. Her slender fingers wrapped around your length, then she pumped slowly with a firm squeeze, and stroked it from base to tip. 

“It’s still as big as I remembered.” Chaewon spread her legs wide for easy access, and aimed your shaft between her legs. The delicate movements she used made you throb. 

“Fuck me here, or fuck me here. Your choice,” Chaewon said, as she lined up the swollen head of your cock against her pussy, then her little puckered hole. Both options were optimal, but the way your shaft twitched more against the rim of her ass made the choice easy for you. 

Greed filled your body—you wanted Chaewon’s pussy just as much, but you couldn’t waste a chance to stuff her shapely ass with your cock. “You know how much I love your ass.”  

Chaewon looked back, wearing lust on her immaculate features. “Then shove your big cock in it. Don’t even think about pulling out.” 

“Like I could ever pull out of such a perfect ass.” You felt a demonstration was in order, so you lowered yourself down and dug your fingertips into her buttcheeks, spreading them wide apart. 

Chaewon’s plump ass was supple enough that even when you cupped it, it didn’t fully fit in your hands. Unable to hold back, you shoved your tongue in her sweet little asshole and swirled it around. 

You could tongue Chaewon’s ass until your tongue grew numb. It was truly a taste to be savored. The cute whines she made while your tongue explored her hole were just like you remembered. But before you got lost with your face buried in between her cheeks, you didn’t let yourself get carried away. There would be a time and place to eat Chaewon’s ass like a feast. So you took one more round of teasing licks and slickened her asshole up enough to prepare it for the pounding it was about to take. 

When you stood back up, your cock twitched at the sight of her exposed ass. Chaewon’s cheeks were so perfectly sculpted, and so well defined, that you needed to slap your hard shaft on them, desperate for some relief with your cock so pumped to the brim with blood. 

“Why isn’t that inside me yet?” It was a valid question for sure, one that you didn't have an answer to. It was hard to take your eyes off her welcoming cheeks, yet you didn’t want to be caught with your pants down—quite literally when the PM arrived. So after you released a held breath, your cock slid inside Chaewon’s very tight asshole, and somehow managed just past the tip while it disappeared inside. 

“That’s fucking it,” Chaewon moaned, and tilted her head back. Her ass eased back onto your cock, as her hips moved at a sluggish pace. 

“Still so damn tight,” you hissed, and slowly stretched her little asshole out. it had been too long since you felt such a strong clench around your shaft. 

“Of course. Did you expect something else? You’ll never find an ass tighter than mine.” Chaewon wasn’t wrong—even when you started pumping in and out of her warm asshole, it strangled your cock with a tight vice grip on the few inches trapped inside, and demanded more. 

“Fucking hell, Chaewon. I’ve missed pounding this ass so much.”

“The feeling is mutual. Nobody stretches me like you do.” The whiny moans Chaewon made through pursed lips were music to your ears, as she savored the fusion of pleasure and pain coursing through her body. “You know I like it rough. What are you waiting for?” 

If there was any reason you were holding back before, you wouldn’t be anymore. You snatched her hips, forcing yourself deeper into Chaewon’s asshole, and filled her to the hilt, just to withdraw, then slammed back in. She felt so fucking tight it drove you crazy, almost painful to pump into her as you formed a rhythm in harsh, rapid thrusts. You wouldn’t let up for a moment. 

“Fuck yes, just like that! Pound that ass harder. Wanna feel every fucking inch of that big cock. I love when you’re so deep, holy shit. Stretch my tiny little asshole out as wide as you can.”

“I forgot what a dirty mouth you had. My cock still makes you this needy?” 

“Hmph. Just shut up and fuck me. Fuck me until you explode in me.” 

That was something you had no problem doing. It was more of a rush fucking Chaewon’s tight ass than any chase could ever give you, and your cock was such a perfect fit inside her. It was less of a struggle to bottom her out than expected, and the view of your shaft penetrating her inviting asshole was perfect.

“Harder, fuck me harder, “ Chaewon begged between needy moans, and pushed herself back onto your cock, which made the delicate slide in and out of her asshole feel more incredible. You were inclined to give her what she wanted, and gripped her hips harshly until the deafening slap of flesh against flesh echoed around the metal walls. 

“Oh my god, yes! Pound my asshole, I wanna be filled with your cum!” 

Desperate cries for more did not go unanswered, which unleashed the feral beast inside you. Now you moved with uncontrollable thrusts, hips in a frenzy as you rammed into Chaewon’s ass without a care, her tight hole nothing but an outlet for the built-up lust she created. 

Harsh smacks returned to her plentiful backside, and the pale cheeks took on a familiar rosy hue. Relentless spanks after each frantic thrust made in an attempt to absolutely ruin Chaewon’s small body. 

But somehow you weren’t fucking her hard enough. If Chaewon still had the ability to speak coherently, then you hadn’t done your job properly. Too focused on your own pleasure, you ignored the pool of liquid that formed underneath her thighs from an unknown number of orgasms, and your fingers pressed into her warm skin deep enough to form bruises. You held Chaewon steady against you, and moved so roughly her legs were liable to give out, but all you could hear were the needy moans and whines from her not so innocent lips. 

“Is this what you wanted? To be fucked like a whore in public? We could have waited until we were at my place, but you were so fucking desperate to get dicked down. That pussy was just too wet, wasn’t it? You couldn’t wait for me to rail your ass?”

Between the smack of your hips against her ass, Chaewon felt lost in the pleasure, and it took a second for her to respond. 

“God, you always—you always talk too fucking much. But fuck, you’re right. I can’t help that I love your fucking cock. Fuck, it just fills my asshole so well!” 

Chaewon couldn’t stop moaning. Yet you fucked her ass like you had something to prove—like she wouldn’t ever find anyone able to fuck her this rough or deep, like you had staked your claim to it. You’d never really admit it, but there was a mutual desire for each other—you lusted for Chaewon just as much as she did for you. 

You fucked Chaewon with so much strength; it was as if your cock belonged inside her welcoming, warm asshole. Chaewon took everything you gave her with gusto and still wanted more. 

“Cum inside me. Use me to drain your balls, empty your hot load into my tiny little asshole.” 

Chaewon’s dirty mouth sent tingles up your spine. Slick coated her thighs, and they only grew wetter the more you railed her, as she savored every frantic thrust that slammed her body. Time was short, and you couldn’t hold out much more if you wanted to. Chaewon felt a little greedy and took one more intense orgasm that made her thighs quiver, then scrambled to latch onto anything on the empty garage walls.

There was no doubt Chaewon could tell you were close, but the diverse stream of profanities that escaped her lips wouldn’t last much longer, and neither would you. You could probably count to ten, but there was no way you’d make it past nine before you exploded. Not when Chaewon’s asshole squeezed your cock this tight, and urged your load out at a rate faster than expected. You held her hips steady, pulling her back, then jammed your throbbing shaft up her little asshole. With such striking thrusts, you’d expected her to break, but she held on until you reached the point of no return. 

“Cum for me.” 

Chaewon looked over her shoulder, whispered those three heavenly words, and you lost it. 

Everything stood still—you held tight the bruising grip on her heavenly hips, and kept up the momentum, inching closer and closer until you couldn’t hold out. 

After you looked down at Chaewon’s parted cheeks, the orgasmic sight of your cock disappearing between them was the last thing you needed. Her name on your lips was the last syllable out of your mouth as you buried your shaft deep into her asshole, erupted violently, and pumped her incredibly tight asshole full of cum. There hadn’t been a better sense of relief as Chaewon milked your cock, her ass wringing out every little last drop out of you, with the constant pulsations and spurts filling her up to the very brim. 

You wanted to cum in her again. Even after you flooded her asshole with cum, you wanted to fill her up again, and again, and again, until there was nothing left in your balls to empty. But the thrusts in your hips involuntarily slowed down until you couldn’t move much more. It would do for now as you pulled out and watched the thick amounts of cum you blasted inside her gaped hole leak out. If you still knew Chaewon—and you’re pretty sure you did, one time wouldn’t be enough to satisfy her. 

“Holy shit, do you know how long it’s been since I’ve been fucked like that? That was—”

“Amazing?” you said, and answered for her. 

“Don’t get cocky. I hate when you’re cocky. Just because you fucked me stupid doesn’t mean—”

Sounds of tires pulling up interrupted whatever thought Chaewon had. Several car doors opened. then shut, and put a panic inside Chaewon. 

“Shit! It must be the puppet master. We’re fucked!” Chaewon frantically pulled her dress down and tried fixing her messy hair. 

“Relax, it’s my crew. They brought us a car, but they know how to be discreet. They left already. It’s not the PM.” 

Chaewon wouldn’t believe it until she saw it. She began exiting out the garage, when it hit her just how difficult it was to move. 

“God, I can barely walk.”

“If I recall, you wanted it this rough. You quite literally begged for it.” 

“Shut up, I never begged. Let’s get out of here before the PM comes. You’re driving. I can barely feel my legs.”

✦✦

Driving on the highway at the speed limit felt strange. No blaring sirens when you looked back, no cars trying to ram you off the road, just limitless roads, the music blasting, and Chaewon by your side. It was quite peaceful. 

“How much longer?” Chaewon asked, fidgeting in her seat, and played with the straps of the seat belt. 

“At least an hour. You know how long this drive takes.” 

Chaewon rolled her eyes. “Ugh, you’re driving so slow for a racer. I’m falling asleep.” 

“I’m driving ten over. I don’t want to get pulled over. The police probably have our descriptions.” 

She stayed silent and just listened to the sound of cars passing by. But Chaewon was never really silent for long. 

“I’ve got a better idea.” Chaewon unbuckled her seatbelt, and leaned over, then casually reached over the center console. She slid a hand over your leg, caressing dangerously close to your crotch, and gave your thigh a squeeze. 

“Eyes on the road, sweetie,” she said, before you could see the smirk that formed on her lips. 

“Chaewon, what are you—”

“Don't question it, just drive. But speed up. Go at least eighty.” 

Your foot pushed down on the pedal enough to meet Chaewon’s demands, as slim fingers teased your crotch, circling your shaft. “Just focus on the road.” 

It wasn’t that hard to keep your attention on the road, for now. Chaewon would surely change that, when her fingertips traced the fly of your pants, and made them tighter. 

“Consider this practice.” 

“Practice?” It got more difficult to keep your composure while Chaewon palmed your hardening cock through the fabric of your pants. She leaned out of her seat and kissed the side of her neck, right behind your ear.

“You’re not always 100% focused when you’re driving away from the cops, are you? You’ve got so many things to deal with: sirens, lights, trackers, other cars in the way.” 

Her fingers began unzipping your pants, and at the same she blew hot air into your ear and reduced her sweet voice to a whisper. “I’ll give you such a huge distraction, and you’ll have no choice but to keep your eyes on the road.” 

You knew what she was doing. You knew exactly what she had had planned, but there was no way in hell you’d stop her. “Assuming we don’t run off the road.” 

“Well, don’t run off the road then.”

Easier said than done. She took one lick against your neck, then moved to nibble your earlobe, fiddling with the button of your pants until she had enough space to slip a hand down your pants. It was safe to say controlling your breathing—or anything else wouldn’t be simple.

“The only thing you need to worry about is that fantastic driving of yours. I’ll do the rest.” 

It was easy for her to say, like you weren’t going crazy just with her small hand on your cock, stroking ever so slightly. You’d have to remember to buy one of those remote vibrators the next time she wanted to drive and offer some “practice” of your own. 

The next step in Chaewon’s well-calculated plan was to get rid of your pants, just enough past your knees to give unfettered access to your cock. Fingers teased around the swollen head, squeezing enough to earn a subtle groan from your lips as she stroked your length.”

“How long has it been, an hour since you destroyed my ass? And you’re this hard already? Looks like your balls have filled back up too. Fuck, I must really turn you on that much.”

It was pointless to answer her when your precum trickled down her fingers. “Such a big, juicy cock, all for my hungry little mouth to suck on.”

Several teasing licks later and Chaewon had you in the palm of her hand, figuratively and literally. So much so that your foot involuntarily slipped off the pedal, lowering the car’s speed to a more considerable limit. 

“No cheating. If you slow down, I’ll stop.” 

Chaewon couldn’t help but enjoy the situation you were in, and ran her wet tongue around the tip of your cock, smiling smugly when she licked the aching slit, lapping up the mess she had created. As if that wasn’t enough to neglect your attention towards the road, Chaewon lowered her head down and wrapped her lips around your leaking tip and brought you into her warm mouth. 

It was a natural reaction to close your eyes, but you forced them open, and just gripped the steering wheel hard enough to change the color of your knuckles. Chaewon, however, had no mercy. She sealed her lips tight, then pushed down until her mouth rested at your base, pulling back at an excruciatingly slow pace while dragging her tongue back up. 

Repetition was the name of her game. Slow bobbing of her head ensued, followed by playful licks around your leaking head that traced down the length of your shaft. Once Chaewon was done, she dipped down to coat your balls with saliva, and sucked on each one for a few seconds—not quite long enough to give actual pleasure. 

Unsafe speeds be damned, you craned your neck down enough and saw streaks of red Chaewon had left on your cock from her favorite lipstick. It was pure agony to not do anything but stare through the windshield, and you felt the compulsion to grab the back of her head for a necessary outlet. 

“No. Keep both hands on the wheel. I told you to let me do the rest.”  

Such demands weren’t something you were used to, but neither was getting blown at high speeds during the middle of a highway. Chaewon needed to shift her body around, getting in a more comfortable position with her legs stretched out, with her knees on the passenger seat. It was helpful her small frame allowed her the free rein of movement, but also gave anyone passing by a very obvious view of exactly what she was doing. Not that either of you cared. 

Chaewon paid close attention to the way your cock reacted to her touch, and with every lick and tender suck of her lips, she extended her motions, until you moaned the right way for her. She was having way too much fun with this. 

It was a bad idea to look down to your lap at Chaewon’s bobbing head. “This is one hell of a distraction.” 

Loud, hungry slurps filled your ears before Chaewon responded. “I know. But after this, we’ll be even better at escaping the cops. You’ll be able to drive with your eyes closed.” 

You wished you could close your eyes, if only for a moment, to process the warm mouth swallowing up your cock, sending shivers of electricity after every stroke. Chaewon had moved past the teasing stage. Her lips were now wet with saliva and secured around your shaft, taking it all down her throat with ease, and burying her nose down to your crotch successfully every time. 

“Fuck, Chaewon.” Words grew a little difficult to mouth out. It became more impossible to keep eyes focused on the road, when Chaewon’s talented mouth slobbered all over your cock and sucked with a renewed determination. 

Your fingers hurt from how hard you gripped the steering wheel, but there were limited options to what you could do, and regretted every time you looked down at the blur of bobbed hair that sucked with intense, sharp suction. Her tongue and lips did everything to make you mad with pleasure. And it was working.

Chaewon was driving you insane. 

Every second that went by surprised you that the car didn’t slide away from you. Chaewon hummed around on your cock, sending strong vibrations that upped the pleasure, and the intoxicating squeeze of her throat when pursed lips slid up and down. It was all too much. 

“Chaewon—”

She only responded by bobbing her head frantically and slurped loudly, with her tongue flicking wildly out of control. Her hands weren’t idle either—one fondled your balls, and the other squeezed your thigh to encourage exactly what she wanted. Your stomach coiled, forming an uncontrollable blaze that couldn’t be put out, and you just held the steering wheel tight for dear life while you embraced the inevitable.

Chaewon felt the persistent throbs of your shaft, which made her plunge her lips down as far as they could go, with her cute nose flush with your stomach as you emptied down her throat. 

Somehow, you kept the car steady, with strained moans while her lips drained your balls. Constant suction demanded your load, and it was so much cum Chaewon nearly choked on it.

It wasn’t Chaewon’s favorite way to make you cum, but when she had absolute control over you, she’d take it. She waited for every drop to be milked out, and savored the weight of your thick load on her tongue before she pulled back, tilted her head back, and swallowed it down in several gulps. 

“God, how do you still cum so much? All that cum in my asshole wasn’t enough?” Chaewon asked with a satisfied smile, and licked your shaft clean, not wasting a drop, as she admired the lipstick she had smudged all over your cock. 

“This was your idea.” 

“You’re right, it was but—”

Chaewon didn’t have time to finish her sentence when the blare of sirens popped up behind you. In your orgasmic trance, you hadn’t realized you were going over one-hundred mph, thirty miles well over the speed limit. 

“Here we go again.” 

“Guess it's a good thing we practiced,” Chaewon said, returning to her seat, and buckled herself back in. “Lose them, and we can find a nice, quiet place for round three in the backseat. That is, if you still have any cum left to dump in me.” 

“Oh, I’ve got plenty, trust me. So you better head back there and get ready to take that dress off.” 

#lesserafim smut #chaewon smut #lesserafim #chaewon #reader insert #male reader #izone smut

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Translations for

These

This

And, this playlist!

Dumpster

Louane, Si t'étais là/if you were there

Mansfield.YTA, Soir après soir/Night after night

Marc Lavoine, Chère amie/Dear friend

Pomme, Adieu mon homme/Farewell my man (Eng sub on the video)

Alice et Moi, C'est toi qu'elle préfère/It's you whom she prefers (Eng sub on the video)

Lomepal, à peu près/more or less

Casseurs Flowters, Le mal est fait/The harm has been done

Bigflo & Oli, Rendez-vous là-haut/Let's meet up there

[Mikey] The face of a tired murderer

Igorrr, Tout Petit Moineau/ Really little sparrow (no subtitles needed, no lyrics)

Mansfield.YTA, Je ne rêve plus/I don't dream anymore

Lomepal, Ne me ramène pas/Don't bring me back

Mansfield.YTA, Pour oublier je dors/To forget I sleep

Mansfield.YTA, Jamais, Jamais/Never, Never

The ghost by the water tank (Japanese song without English subtitles available on youtube)

Please let me die early (Japanese song without English subtitles available on youtube)

Pomme, Ceux qui rêvent/Those who dream (Eng sub on the video)

Bigflo & Oli, Autre Part/Somewhere else

[Takeomi] Bring us rain, God of War

Orelsan, Le chant des sirènes/The sirens' song

Orelsan, La fête est finie/Party's over (technically Black Dragon 1stGen, also could fit in Dumpster)

Casseurs Flowters, 06:16 - Des histoires à raconter/06:16 am - Stories to tell (technically Black Dragon 1stGen, also could fit in Dumspter)

Eddy de Pretto, Ego

GARGÄNTUA, Immoral & Illégal/Immoral & Illegal (technically could be put in Dumpster)

Charles Aznavour, Hier encore/Just yesterday (Eng sub on the video)

Satine, Applaudissez-moi/Applaud me

[Baji] Funereal lullaby

Satine, Remède/Remedy

Biglo & Oli, Dites rien à ma mère/Don't tell my mother anything

[Chifuyu] Funereal lullaby

Françoise Hardy, Mon amie la rose/My friend the rose (Eng sub on the video)

[Toman @ Mikey] Nothing remains but our regrets

GARGÄNTUA, Lucifer (je pense à toi)/Lucifer (I think of you)

Manu Chao, Je ne t'aime plus/I don't love you anymore

Bigflo & Oli, Alors, Alors/And so, And so

Eddy de Pretto, Urgence 911/911 Emergency

[Izana] Snow Angels

Eddy de Pretto, Mamère/Mymother

[Takemichi] Endless Trials

Daniel Balavoine, Je ne suis pas un héros/I'm not a hero

[Shinichiro] Turn the Ocean Black

Igorrr, Figue Folle/Crazy Fig (No subtitles needed, no lyrics)

edit: forgot that a part is in french, eheh, oopsie

Orelsan, Dans ma ville on traîne/In my town we hang out (technically Black Dragon 1stGen, also could fit in Dumpster)

Eddy de Pretto, Genre (technically could be put in Dumpster)

#Next time I have to translate Eddy de Pretto #make sure to stop me. Bc ill go and kill someone (most likely me) #The songs are so gooood but i dont have the vocabularyyyy anddddd sometimes the vocabulary doesnt even existttt #Translating is hard guys. Even more so with well-made and complex lyrics #anyway the translations for the playlist are here! yayy #I used my main blog for this

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[ivedonemywaiting]

Chapter 2 of Long Lost and Left Wanting is up!

please mind the CWs in the notes! much love x

Remus can’t help but think about when he first met Sirius, all those years ago, when his life flipped upside down. He and Dorcas had popped by Daunt Books, a reward after a grueling day of classes. They’d been meandering through the shelves, casually browsing with no real destination in mind, venting about their least favorite professors, when Remus was suddenly knocked aside by a small body bulldozing between them.

“Le Petit Prince!” The little voice screeches, running quite determinedly down the aisle. “Le Petit Prince! Allez, Siri!”

“Reg, wait - hang on just a second luv - ” a voice behind him calls, their posh, crisp accent softened by grunts indicating a physical struggle.

Remus turns, and stops dead. There is some kind of angel, a siren perhaps, standing in front of him, fighting with a stroller and carrying a baby on one hip.

#my fics #wolfstar #wolfstar fic #modern au #married wolfstar #wolfstar raising harry #wolfstar raising regulus #remus is in love

[a-still-small-vox]

Fics written in 2023, and their word counts:

The Bridge • FFXV | Promptis | 5,116 words | FTH gift

You and I Kaleide • FFXV | Promptis | 12,626 words | Promptis exchange gift

My Only • The Witcher | Gerlion | 1,714 words

A Ring for Dandelion • The Witcher | Gerlion | 1,798 words

Petals On Your Tongue • The Witcher | Gerlion | 2,954 words

Sleeping Bastard • FFXV | Promptis | 3,658 words | FTH gift

To Last Your Whole Life Long • The Witcher | Gerlion | 2,590 words

Hear My Cry • No. 6 | Nezushi | 794 words

Like The Wind • No. 6 | Nezushi | 1,980 words

One Dance • No. 6 | Nezushi | 694 words

A Quiet Evening • No. 6 | Nezushi | 889 words

Lost & Found • No. 6 | Nezushi | 1,320 words

The Spark & The Storm • No. 6 | Nezushi | 899 words

The Wanderer • No. 6 | Nezushi | 1,689 words

Why Do You Like Me? • Mighty Nein | Widomauk | 1,803 words

RE-ROLL • Mighty Nein | Widomauk | 12,354 words

The Moonweaver's Child • Mighty Nein | Widomauk | 6,567 words

grab your things, I've come to take you home • Mighty Nein | Widomauk | 4,231 words

See Through • FFXV | Promptis | 2,834 words | FTH gift

Welcome to the Polycule • Homestuck | KatNepDaveJade | 2,036 words | Homestuck Secret Santa gift

The Siren • No. 6 | Nezushi | 2,493 words | No. 6 Secret Santa gift

Unreleased fics:

Window Of The Soul • FFXV | Promptis | 5,341 words | Book Club Discord Exchange gift

Masquerade Heist • Critical Role | Widomauk | 5,316 words | Tealeaf Tavern Secret Santa gift

Long Shadows • Critical Role | Widomauk | 66,461 words | Super secret upcoming longfic, in beta~

Translations:

Petit fics pour la Semaine de Kaidan 2017 • Mass Effect | multi | 445 words | original by BardofHeartDive

Petit fics pour la Semaine de MER 2020 • Mass Effect | multi | 476 words | original by BardofHeartDive

Le Club des Maris Morts • Mass Effect | Kaidan/m!Shep | 1,347 words | original by BardofHeartDive

Récupération • Mass Effect | Kaidan/James/m!Shep | 1,618 words | original by BardofHeartDive

Fragile • Critical Role | Kimallura | 2,246 words | original by BardofHeartDive

La muse accidentelle • The Old Guard | Andy/Quynh | 2,422 words | original by Saltwaterselkie

Les cicatrices qu'elle portait • Black Widow | Natasha Romanov & Clint Barton | 2,485 words | original by Saltwaterselkie

14,000,606 • Avengers: Endgame | Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes; Steve Rogers & Tony Stark | 4,120 words | original by BardofHeartDive

Toutes mes lignes invisibles • A League Of Their Own | Max Chapman & Clance Morgan | 2,319 words | original by Saltwaterselkie

La Teuf d'Halloween de Billy Batson • Shazam! | Billy Batson & Batman | 3,478 words | original by Saltwaterselkie

Total fics: 24 + 10 translations Total word count: 150,147 + 20,956 (translated)

Specifics:

Best/worst title?

Best: You and I Kaleide, Hear My Cry, Like the Wind, RE-ROLL, & grab your things, I've come to take you home

Worst: See Through, One Dance

I think a lot of the titles were uninspired this year, but those two are the least aesthetically pleasing to me.

Best/worst quote/passage?

Best:

Brighter, richer, a window opening to a world Prompto has never known, a dimension unfolding before him. He is experiencing something for which he has no name, has no language and no words and can’t describe. It isn’t just the visual phenomenon. It is the way his heart, too, is opening. As easily and as freely as a door swinging wide.

The simplest explanation, which is no real explanation, is colour.

And the colour is blue.

And the world is breaking apart, fracturing and wheeling and turning in a glorious, shining ballet. Yet Prince Noctis’s face somehow remains the same, an anchor and a harbour and a refuge. There are new colours in his face and colours in his hair and colour dancing around him which he’ll only later know how to name, peach and pink and black and grey and blue, more blue; pure, vast blue of sky.

(You and I Kaleide)

Why?: Writing the descriptions of the magical kaleidoscope moment in this fic gave me the opportunity to be very creative and artsy. Honestly, I probably could've pushed it even further than I did. But I think this is the fic with the most unique visuals this year.

Best/worst first line?

Best: Caleb knows he’s smart, but he would need a major in psychology with double minors in tiefling and carnie to figure out why Mollymauk pays him as much attention as he does. (Why Do You Like Me?) Why?: Most of my first lines are pretty serviceable. This one is actually clever.

Worst: “H-hello?” (The Wanderer) Why?: Conveying emotion through adding a letter to indicate a stutter is a bit of a cop out. The runner up to this is "“We need a miracle,” Ignis muttered." (See Through) because I feel like that's a cliché thing to say.

Best/worst last line?

Best: Cradled by the arms of his living friend, who time had returned to him, he finally fell asleep. (RE-ROLL) Why?: None of the last lines from this year really stood out to me, but this one is definitely the most interesting.

Worst: Then they dashed out of the alleyway and back into the fray. (The Spark And The Storm) Why?: My last lines tend to have at least some emotion in them. This line doesn't really have any. It's pretty weak.

General questions:

Looking back, did you write more fics than you thought you would this year, less than you thought, or about what you predicted?

I wrote way more than I expected. I would never just expect to write 150K, aha. I especially didn't expect to write one fic a day for a week (which is what I did for No. 6 week), nor did I expect to write a novel-length longfic, which is what Long Shadows turned out to be.

What pairing/genre/fandom did you write that you would never have predicted last year?

Last year I didn't know I'd get into the Witcher games or the Mighty Nein in 2023. I already had a vague interest in the Gerlion/Geraskier ship, but I didn't know I was going to start actually engaging in the fandom beyond having read one novel. And I've always had a vague awareness of Critical Role thanks to my other mutuals, but never had the intent to get into the fandom myself. That one happened, I think, because I got a chance to play my first game of DND this summer, and got interested in other DND stuff in consequence.

What’s your favorite story this year? Not the most popular, but the one that makes you the happiest.

As always, it's a bit of a toss-up, but I think Long Shadows fucking rocks. I can't wait to share it with everyone. The Bridge, You and I Kaleide, and RE-ROLL are all really good too.

Okay, NOW your most popular story.

You and I Kaleide is my most popular by hits. The Bridge is my most popular by kudos. (Both in the FFXV fandom.)

Story most underappreciated by the universe?

It's kinda sucky to roll up to the Critical Role fandom like five years too late, especially with such an investment in Widomauk. The CritRole fandom also doesn't seem to comment much, and never really seems to have done so, which is a shame. But I feel like people do like my stories, even if they're not very vocal about it. ;3;

Story that could have been better?

All of my No. 6 week fics were made via writing sprint, so they're not necessarily the best thought out stories I've ever written. I think they're pretty good for what they are, though.

Sexiest story?

Long Shadows /eyes emoji

You can look forward to TWO sexy scenes in that one~

Saddest story?

The Bridge and Sleeping Bastard have some sad moments. RE-ROLL is kinda about a twenty three hour long panic attack, lol. And Long Shadows has a VERY angsty opening, woof.

Most fun?

Welcome To The Polycule has the most banter and silly lines in it. It's kinda unavoidable with Homestuck fics, because that's just how the characters talk.

Story with single sweetest moment?

Probably You and I Kaleide, which is just romance all the way down. But you could also make an argument for one of the fics in my Witcher 1 series. (My Only, A Ring For Dandelion, & To Last Your Whole Life Long)

Hardest story to write?

RE-ROLL, You and I Kaleide, and Long Shadows had the greatest effort put into them. I took copious notes on episodes 26 and 27 of the Mighty Nein campaign in order to be able to write RE-ROLL. You and I Kaleide has a pretty complicated structure that it took me a few tries to get right. And Long Shadows is a longfic, so of course it took more planning than just a one-shot. I've already written an author's note explaining my process for it, which will be released when the fic is fully posted.

Easiest/most fun story to write?

The writing sprints for No. 6 week were all pretty easy. Come up with an idea in five to ten minutes, then write for half an hour. Maybe a few minutes more or a second sprint. Done.

Did any stories shift your perceptions of the characters?

I wrote Why Do You Like Me specifically to explore why Molly would like Caleb. I can see why Caleb would like Molly. Molly's great. But early-campaign Caleb is, well. An anti-social asshole with purposefully poor hygiene who gets reprimanded multiple times for being dishonest and selfish. Yet, there must be something special about him that's obvious to the people around him and not just to the audience, otherwise this ship wouldn't be as popular as it is. The question I had was what, and this fic helped me explore that.

Most overdue story?

See Through was based on an idea I had in like 2018. You and I Kaleide was also a prompt I had sitting around for a while. This is why I hoard all of my good story ideas - I never know when I might bust one out to write it for some gift exchange - or just because!

I also have been saying for many years that I ship KatNepDaveJade, but I never put my money where my mouth is before to actually write the ship.

Did you take any writing risks this year? What did you learn from them?

Lots, actually. You and I Kaleide had a very complicated structure. RE-ROLL used real dice rolls to direct the plot. And Long Shadows starts off with just a huge chunk of unapologetic angst, which is so not my normal wheelhouse. Then there were the writing sprints I just posted. Then The Bridge and Window Of The Soul have premises that are a little risqué, as they deal with themes of suicide and burgeoning sexuality. So yeah, I had a lot of fun flexing my creative muscles this year.

What are your fic writing goals for next year?

EDIT AND POST LONG SHADOWS!!!

Work on one of my currently unfinished fics (Perchance to Wake, OFF-Script, or Fateswap Beyond)

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That’s all, folks! If anyone else wants to do this wrap up like it’s a meme and tag me, go right ahead. Happy New Year!

#writing #vox news #2023 #writing wrap up #writing wrapped #new year's #new years

[tfc2211]

Play ▶ Alternate Takes and Demos

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[petitemarianna]

Quite some time since I’ve posted anything here really (quite some time is an understatement). (I mostly use my second account wanderingthroughturtlewoods which contains posts of things that I like or inspire me). I was tagged though by @freenarnian​  🌷📖 and one does not pass on the opportunity to babble about books that easily :P A book I want to reread: I’m easily bewitched by the siren call of new books so rereading is not something I usually do (although I would like to). There are actually though quite a few books that I’d like to reread, most old favorites such as: -Crime and Punishment and Demons by Dostoyevsky -The Forgotten Soldier by Guy Sajer and The Book Thief by Markus Zusak. Both books –nonfiction and a fictional alike- awakened my interest in ww2 history many years ago and I would like to revisit them at some point. -Annihilation is short of a recent favorite; first read was a very strange and fascinating experience and I want to see how I would react to the story and themes now. Any books you reread every two to five years: The Tintin series and some other childhood faves such as Harry Potter, Matilda by Roald Dahl, The Fellowship of the Ring and Le Petit Nichola by Rene Goscinny are books that I have read frequently throughout the years. There are some comics/graphic novels that I flip through regularly as well. Any books you reread once a year: There are films or tv series that I tend to rewatch annually (The Secret Garden, You’ve got mail, Ever After, Chocolat and Emma 2009 are some of them) but I don’t really do that with books. So many new stories out there and so little time! 😩 The book you reread within the shortest turnaround time: I’ve done so with some of Anton Chekhov’s short stories, maybe with Crime and Punishment (?); I remember rereading it a year after I first read it which is quite a short period for me.   I usually do this with picture books/comics/graphic novels where I want to observe the artwork more closely: -The Golden Age by Cyril Pedrosa is one recent instance, the artwork is simply phenomenal! -Blacksad by Guarnido and Juan Diaz Canales, -Petit by Hubert and Gatignol and This Was Our Pact by Ryan Andrews I have also reread shortly after I finished them. The book you've reread the most times: Quite possibly the Harry Potter series -I reread them regularly as a kid and I’ve read them a few times as an adult as well. Lord of the flies possibly falls into this category -it’s one of my favorite classics and I’d done a project on it years back, so I revisited the story multiple times at the time. The Life and Times of Scrooge McDuck by Don Rosa, Tintin and the Asterix series I’ve also read countless times in my life! Thank you so much @freenarnian for tagging me! 😊 I tag @annaholak but anyone really is welcome to it! Have fun everyone! 

#books #literature #reading #tag

[saveyourtearsrpg]

forum ; contexte ; moodboard

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nous sommes ravis de vous accueillir ! 

pour l'ouverture, nous réservons exceptionnellement les avatars pour une durée de 5 jours. 

rejoignez nous ♥︎

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[scarlettcharitybaker]

Le Chant de La Sirène

Chante une chanson

Et les attirer dans une berceuse

Une berceuse où ils vont se noyer

Chante-leur une chanson

Et les attirer dans leur disparition

Chante-leur une mélodie

Et les attirer dans leur disparition

Comme ils se noient

Viens à moi

Car je suis la jeune fille des eaux

Et je suis si seule

Quand c'est seulement moi dans cette rivière

Alors vas-tu nager avec moi dans l'eau?

Pendant que je chante une chanson

Quand je chante une mélodie

Et je chante une berceuse

Une chanson de la rivière solitaire

Comme je t'ai dans mon sort

Viens à moi

Vas-tu nager avec moi dans l'eau?

Avant de tu le sais

Je t'ai attiré dans ton disparition

Quand tu noies dans l'eau

Oh elle chante une mélodie

Et elle les attire dans une berceuse

Une berceuse

Alors ils vont se noyer

Et la petite sirène leur chante une chanson

Alors c'est la fin

C'est la fin pour toi

Viens

Vas-tu nager avec moi dans l'eau?

Alors que je chante une chanson

Pendant que je chante une mélodie

Et je chante une berceuse

Une chanson de la rivière

Une petite chanson pour toi

Et je t'ai dans mon sort

Viens

Vas-tu nager avec moi dans l'eau?

Avant de tu le sais

Je t'ai attiré dans ton disparition

Pendant que tu noies dans l'eau

Oh elle chante une mélodie

Et elle les attire dans une berceuse

Une berceuse

Alors ils vont se noyer

Et la petite sirène leur chante une chanson

Alors c'est la fin

C'est la fin pour toi

Viens

Et je nagerai avec toi dans l'eau

Je te montrerai ce que tu mérites

Et je te chanterai une chanson

Je te chanterai une berceuse

Une mélodie je te chanterai

Une chanson du cœur de la rivière

Et puis je t'aurais piégé dans mon sort de liaison

Viens

Alors je peux te montre quelque chose que tu mérites

Alors que tu noies dans l'eau

Et je ne veux pas te montre aucune pitié

Oh elle chante une mélodie

Et elle les attire dans une berceuse

Une berceuse

Alors ils vont se noyer

Et la petite sirène leur chante une chanson

Alors c'est la fin

C'est la fin pour toi

Ne sais-tu pas que tu mérites ce sort

Alors qu'elle te chante une mélodie

Une mélodie où tu noies dans la fin

Ne sais-tu pas que tu avais fait quelque chose pour mériter ça

Et tu dois te noyer pour ça

Elle va t'attirer à ta disparition

Avec sa berceuse d'une beauté envoûtante

Et tu vas te noyer

Sans aucune pitié

De la petite sirène

Sa chanson va t'attirer à la fin

Oh elle chante une mélodie

Et elle les attire dans une berceuse

Une berceuse

Alors ils vont se noyer

Et la petite sirène leur chante une chanson

Alors c'est la fin

C'est la fin pour toi

Je sourirai

Quand je sais que c'est la fin pour toi

Alors que je te chante

Une berceuse douce

De ta disparition

Et c'est ce que tu mérites

Quand tu viens à moi

Et nager avec moi dans les eaux

Où tu vais être piégé dans mon sort

Et tu vais être enchanté par ma beauté

Alors que je te chante

Une chanson belle

De ta disparition ultime

La fin est près pour toi

Pendant que tu es noyer dans les eaux cruelles

Oh elle chante une mélodie

Et elle les attire dans une berceuse

Une berceuse

Alors ils vont se noyer

Et la petite sirène leur chante une chanson

Alors c'est la fin

C'est la fin pour toi

Je te chanterai

Une chanson de ta disparition

Et tu souriras

Ne savoir pas la fin est près pour toi

Quand tu viens à moi

Et nager avec moi dans cette eaux enchantée

Où je t'ai piégé dans mon sort

Et je t'ai attiré dans ta disparition

La fin est près pour toi

Je te chanterai

Une berceuse de ta disparition

C'est la fin pour toi

Quand tu noies dans l'eau

Oh elle chante une mélodie

Et elle les attire dans une berceuse

Une berceuse

Alors ils vont se noyer

Et la petite sirène leur chante une chanson

Alors c'est la fin

C'est la fin pour toi

Chante-leur une chanson

Et les attirer dans une berceuse

Pendant qu'ils se noient

Chante-leur une berceuse

Et provoquer leur disparition

Oh ils vont se noyer

#Spotify

[raimeiha]

Dahlia Velvet

26 ans || 10 juillet Mesure 1 mètre 68

Sorcière

Dahlia est née dans une famille de sorciers vivant au sein du royaume d’Aquila. Sa mère était réputée pour ses sorts de guérison, son père pour ses sorts offensifs qui pouvaient renverser le court d'une bataille s'ils étaient lancés au bon moment. Elle a eu la chance d'hériter de ce qui les rendait tous les deux spéciaux.

En grandissant, elle a rencontré d'autres sorciers et sorcières avec qui elle s'est facilement liée d'amitié. Elle quittait régulièrement la chaumière dans laquelle elle vivait avec ses parents pour rejoindre ses amis en forêt et trouver des ingrédients idéaux pour faire de nouvelles potions.

Malheureusement, un jour, l'Église a pris les sorciers pour cibles. Accusés d'hérésie, beaucoup furent capturés et brûlés sur la place publique. Les autres, témoins de ces horreurs, n'eurent pas d'autres choix que de fuir au plus vite. Plusieurs se firent attrapés, d'autres réussirent à quitter le Royaume avant que leur tour n'arrive.

Dans sa fuite, Dahlia a presque tout perdu. Ses parents s'étaient déjà sacrifiés pour qu'elle puisse partir et la plupart de ses amis d'enfance se sont fait attraper les uns après les autres. Il ne lui restait plus que l'un dont elle était le plus proche. Ce dernier, malgré les traumatismes, la rage, la haine, la tristesse, ... a réussi à récolter des informations en chemin pour rejoindre la Tour des Sorciers située dans l'Empire à plusieurs kilomètres du Royaume.

Le chemin a été long. Ils ont traversé plusieurs villages, ont souvent dormi à la belle étoile... mais ils ont fini par arriver à leur destination. Une destination qui semblait être un véritable paradis pour eux. Là, ils ont été bien accueillis. Ils ont pu raconter leur histoire, changer de vie et, avec les années, se faire une place importante auprès des leurs. Et même si le passé les rattrape parfois, ils arrivent tous les deux à aller de l'avant.

Dahlia est une femme curieuse, sociable et réfléchie. Elle a l'habitude d'analyser les pires situations afin de trouver la meilleure solution possible. Elle souhaite aussi toujours en apprendre plus sur l'Empire, sur tous les remèdes possibles et imaginables, ... . Traumatisée par son passé, elle supporte difficilement la vue des buches brûlant dans la cheminée de la tour.

Elle apprécie ses collègues qu'elle voit tous les jours, matin, midi et soir. Plusieurs belles amitiés sont nées peu de temps après son arrivée en ces lieux. Elle ne connaît évidemment pas tout le monde, comme la tour est immense, mais elle sait qu'elle peut faire confiance à chaque sorcier.

Dahlia possède de longs cheveux brun foncé qui s'arrêtent en-dessous de son fessier et des yeux turquoise. Elle est mince et a pour habitude de porter des vêtements qui marquent sa taille.

La sorcière s'est déjà aventurée plusieurs fois hors de la tour pour aller chercher des plantes dont elle avait besoin pour ses remèdes. Il lui est arrivé de croiser des blessés sur sa route et de leur apporter des soins suffisants pour les maintenir en vie.

• Univers medieval fantasy inspiré des manhwas (The Siren, Villains Are Destined to Die, Solitary Lady, ...). • Plusieurs personnages secondaires peuvent faire leur apparition. • De petites adaptations peuvent être apportées après discussion.

• Recherches :

- Un autre sorcier de la Tour → Ils se sont déjà croisés plusieurs fois, sans faire plus ample connaissance pour une raison où l'autre. Tous les deux seront envoyés soit sur le front pour aider des soldats, soit pour sauver une personne de haut rang. Ainsi, l'occasion de faire plus ample connaissance, tant sur le voyage que sur place, se présentera plus d'une fois.

- Un chevalier servant la famille impériale → Une première rencontre tout à fait hasardeuse, mais qui ne laisse pas de marbre. Des chemins croisés au sein même du palais, un regard échangé, une impression étrange de s'être déjà croisés quelque part. Une vérité dissimulée, un petit secret bien gardé de la sorcière qui fera comme si de rien était.

- Son ami d'enfance → Marqués par leur passé commun, Dahlia et son ami sont encore plus proches que dans le passé. Il la protège de la vue du feu, lui apporte du réconfort quand le passé la rattrape... En étant toujours là l'un pour l'autre, il est bien possible que l'amitié se transforme, peu à peu, en tout autre chose.

#OC #Humains #Velvet Dahlia

[candy-floss-crazy]

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[melubi]

BILAN 2023

Entre les commandes en cours et l'expo qui arrive à grand pas (et le petit dernier que je garde en même temps que je bosse ), je suis bien occupée et je n'ai pas le temps de dessiner pour moi. Du coup je me suis dis qu'il était temps de faire un petit bilan de l'année 2023 sachant qu'elle fut très chargée (positivement). En plus vous pouvez apercevoir ici 2 petites exclus qui seront visibles lors de mon expo MICROPOLIS (#teasing 😎) 

• Pour commencer, le plus important pour moi : ma grossesse qui m'a suivie sur une bonne partie de l'année jusqu'à la naissance de mon 2ème enfant cet été. J'avais déjà un petit bonhomme mignon et incroyablement intelligent (et doué en dessin !!), maintenant j'en ai un 2ème bien parti pour devenir un adorable petit clown (traitez moi de nunuche, j'assume). Cette grossesse m'a, certes, obligée à ralentir le rythme et à repousser mon expo mais elle m'a aussi permis de prendre conscience de mes limites : je suis du genre à être dans le déni quand je bosse (- moi : "mais siiii ça vaaaa je peux encore le faiiire ! j'ai encore un peu d'énergie dans un coin" - la vie : "non.")

• Ensuite ma collaboration avec le bar Le Sauvage : En créant la mascotte et le logo du lieu tout d'abord. En quoi ça change des autres logos ? Et bien là il s'agit de créations pour un lieu de vie - un bar - ainsi qu'un lieu culturel (le bar est aussi un lieu d'exposition). Donc à chaque concert, à chaque expo ou simplement chaque bière bue, les gens voient mon travail et ça me rend super fière ! 

Pour continuer cette collaboration, il y a eu justement ma 1ère expo MICROPOLIS en avant première dans ce bar ! Si le vernissage ne s'est pas déroulé comme prévu (pluie torrentielle + manifs ce jour là), le dévernissage a eu son succès et au final c'est la moitié de mon expo qui est partie... M'encourageant a faire MICROPOLIS vol.2 (mais on y vient) ! En tout cas énorme merci à Guillaume le patron du bar ❤ ! Des mecs sympa et marrants comme ça vous en croiserez pas souvent donc si vous avez l'occasion, allez boire un verre dans son bar !

• Dans registre un peu plus personnel : ma soeur s'est mariée et du coup j'ai découvert la "joie" d'être témoin haha ! Punaise c'était EPUISANT : des mois de préparatifs en parallèle du boulot et de ma vie de jeune maman bis ! OUAH ! Je ne suis pas sûre que j'accepterai de nouveau de reprendre le rôle haha ! Je râle mais en vérité on s'est bien amusés et le plus important c'est que la mariée ait aimé sa journée ! Encore toutes mes félicitations à ma frangine et mon beau frère 😊 !

• Pour continuer j'ai pu constater à quel point j'avais progressé jusqu'au point de me débarrasser une bonne fois pour toute de mon syndrome de l'imposteur et d'enfin avoir le courage de faire les démarches pour devenir Artiste Auteur (je vais dire AA maintenant ce sera plus court). Bon anecdote tout de même sur ce point : je me bats encore avec l'administration française pour régler la cessation de mon ancienne activité et avoir le statut d'AA... on m'a baladée dans tous les sens pour remplir mon dossier de cessation et là ça traine à mort pour me valider des papiers 😤... 2024 j'ai le SIREN ?

• Cette année j'ai également pu échanger, puis faire la rencontre d'un artiste dont je vénère le travail : François Baranger (vous auriez vu ma tête quand j'ai vu que j'avais reçu un message de sa part... je venais tout juste d'accoucher qui plus est ! bébé porte bonheur ? ). Il a été super encourageant concernant mes propres dessins et je pense que ça eu l'effet déclic sur mon intention de devenir A-A : si un grand nom du dessin comme lui est capable de voir des qualités dans mon travail, alors je n'ai pas de raisons de douter ! Je tiens a lui dire encore une fois un immense merci. Que ce soit pour ses compliments sur mon travail, ses encouragements, ses dédicaces ou tout simplement pour m'avoir écoutée parler dans le stress le plus absolu (et très mal dissimulé..). J'ai dû lui paraitre très bizarre haha 😅 !  D'ailleurs petit message pour lui rappeler que, oui, j'ai bel et bien pour objectif de lui faire dédicacer toute ma collection de ses livres. Ceci est mon "objectif pokédex" perso (un barandex ?) : j'ai décrété que j'aurai un dessin dans chacun bouquin. Donc désolée pour lui, il n'a pas fini de me croiser en convention 😈 !

• Enfin c'est avec une immense joie que je vois ma communauté évoluer et s'engager plus fortement ! 500 personnes ça peut sembler être un petit nombre mais pour moi c'est déjà incroyable ! Grâce à cela je commence à avoir plus de commandes et j'ai même signé mon premier contrat ce mois-ci (mais ça vous en saurez plus l'année prochaine hahaha). J'avoue j'ai même mes petits chouchous parmi mes clients haha ! Pensée particulière pour Enrico "the wild west man" et sa femme Isa Venture : c'est toujours un plaisir de recevoir leurs messages à chaque fois touchants ! J'espère bien avoir un jour la chance de boire une tasse de thé avec eux tout en dégustant des spéculoos 😋 ! Bref pour cela je vous remercie tous mille fois et j'espère que ça va continuer dans cette voie l'année prochaine ! 

• Enfin je termine avec mon expo MICROPOLIS vol2 qui a vécu moult péripéties (dont la naissance de mon fils, rien que ça) pour finalement voir le jour mardi prochain au Poum Poum T'chak (souhaitez moi qu'il n'arrive rien d'autre d'ici là) ! J'aurais la chance de présenter de nouveau mes petits insectes en même temps qu'aura lieu un concert de Jazz/Blues ! Trop cool 😎 !

Bref, un immense merci à vous tous pour cette chouette année ! J'espère que 2024 sera aussi cool ! 

Bonnes fêtes de fin d'année à tous !

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Ah le mois d’octobre. Ses feuilles qui tombent, son sempiternel passage à l’heure d’hiver, ses citrouilles ou encore ses costumes tous plus effrayants les uns que les autres. Un fois de plus le mois le plus spooky de l’année nous aura été livré avec son lot de surprises. Et à l’agence, les artistes s’en sont donné à coeur joie pour nous éblouir, nous effrayer nous étonnés aussi parfois. On vous laisse juger par vous même.

Commençons par la catégorie musique, catégorie dans laquelle nos artistes nous ont éblouis . A commencer par Anjali Kapoor qui pour promouvoir le film ROOHI nous à offert un clip que vous pouvez retrouver juste ici. Luke Hemmings n’a lui nous plus pas chômer ce mois-ci puisqu’il à lancer en partenariat avec l’agence le Label Sirens Records. Il nous à également offert en compagnie de Cillian O’Brien et des autres membres du groupe 5S0S un clip datant de 2020, “Easier” que vous pouvez retrouver juste ici. Notre artiste PLK fêtait un anniversaire important ce mois-ci. Son tout premier album “POLAK “ fêtait ses cinq ans . Notons également qu’il remplira la mythique salle de Paris- Bercy et que pour l’occasion, une troisième date à été annoncée. Le 31 mars 2024. Et comme une bonne nouvelle n’arrive jamais seule, le morceau “ On sait jamais “ extrait de son album Enna vient d’être certifié single de diamant. Toutes nos félicitations. La dernière actualité musicale de ce mois d’octobre ne concerne nul autre que Serena Valentine qui nous enchante avec son nouveau single Mine”. On lui souhaite tout le succès qu’elle mérite .

Et si on parlait cinéma? Le mois le plus spooky de l’année nous à sur ce versant là également apporté de jolies nouvelles! On commence par féliciter Liv Andersen pour l’obtention du rôle de Melisandre dans la série à succès Games of Thrones . Egalement toutes nos félicitations à Zoey Nancy Andreas qui à obtenu le rôle principal dans la nouvelle série produite par Prime Video, “ Daisy Jones and the Six” On la retrouve également sur la fin du tournage du film Barbie, film dont elle à également eu le temps de faire la promo juste ici. Et comme elle ne chôme pas non plus nous avons pu le retrouver au côté de sa co- star Julio Pena sur le tournage du film “ A travers ma fenêtre “ ici, ici, ici, ici et ici.

Notre partenaire Prime Vidéo à également lancer le tournage de la deuxième saison de Pretty Liars. On y retrouve nos menteuses favorites Serena juste ici et Victoria juste ici. , et notamment Helio Walker juste ici, sans oublier Luke Hemmings juste ici. En parlant de Luke, il sort de sa zone de confort en obtenant ce mois-ci un rôle dans “Miss Marple” Bravo à lui, on lui souhaite un joli succès dans ce projet.

Je vous avais prévenus, les jolies surprises s'enchaînent sur le petit comme sur le grand écran ce mois-ci. C’est ainsi qu’on adresse toutes nos félicitations à Archibald Toretto qui à obtenu le rôle d’Eddie Roundtree dans Daisy Jones and the SIx “ Il donnera la réplique à Serena Valentine qui à obtenu le rôle de Karen Sirko. Xiomara Sanchez sera elle aussi de la partie dans le rôle de Camila Alvarez. On a également eu l’occasion de croiser Anjali Kapoor sur le tournage du film Roohi juste ici. Xiomara à aussi commencer le tournage de la série « from Dusk till Dawn : The Series » juste ici.

La catégorie mode et mannequinat nous à bien gâtés en ce début d’automne Nos talents ont pris la pose pour de nombreuses marques notamment Victoria chez Victoria’s Secret et ALO. Ainsi que Anjali pour la marque Stella Di Lusso ( ici) Liv (ici) Scylla ( ici / ici et pour Victoria's Secret ici) etwq Xiomara ( ici) . On félicite notre partenaire Vale Beauty pour les mise en beauté et on retrouve leur vidéo juste ici. Bravo à toutes et à tous vous nous avez éblouis !

On peut également retrouver notre talent Bryanna Kaine sur youtube avec sa dernière vidéo juste ici. Et Helio qui prêtera ça voix dans le jeu vidéo Detroit Become Human. Félicitation à Galatea qui fera partie de l'aventure GP Explorer.

Un dernier bravo à toutes et à tous pour ce travail de qualité. On se retrouve très vite chez Genesis Agency. ✨

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