#the inner circle trader

[h4ndy-lin]

I want to see the price violates BSL to take buystop within FVG on hourly USD/JPY and how it will react. Will it form the highest probability of the OB that will take SSL?

#the inner circle trader #smart money #FVG #Fair Value Gap #BSL #Buy Side Liquidity #SSL #Sell Side Liquidity #Buy Stop #Sell Stop #USD/JPY

[valiantvillain]

I'm thinking that when I eventually finish my first run of Rogue Trader I'll write some fanfic about Lyudmila's struggles with sickliness as a voidborn. Thinking one of the ways it manifests is an erratic heartbeat that requires augments to stabilize. Maybe some immuno-compromization too. Which makes keeping up appearances and not letting onto her physical weaknesses a huge deal for her.

#rogue trader #lyudmila von valancius #maybe that can even play into her romance with heinrix in an interesting way #very much jealously guarding anything and everything to do with her health and only letting her inner circle know #rogue trader oc

[holylulusworld]

TOL - Like a virgin (1) - Bucky Barnes

Summary: You need money. Hansen’s agency offers the right kind of trade.

Pairing: DBF!Bucky Barnes x Virgin!Reader

Characters: Lloyd Hansen, unnamed other reader (Hansen’s girl)

Warnings: money problems, sex for money, selling your virginity, blindfolding, sex with a stranger, groping, oral (fem rec), fingering, teasing, dirty talk, loss of virginity, slow sex, smut, unprotected sex, possessive Bucky, undefined age gap, dad’s best friend trope, Lloyd being Lloyd, language, mentions of past death of a loved one, fluff

A/N: This story is part of my: Traders of love (lust) masterlist

A/N2: It's also a request fill for my 16.666 followers celebration masterlist. Sorry, this took me so long. I'm working on all the requests left for this celebration.

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“Do you know what you get yourself into if you sign this contract?” Lloyd Hansen, the devil with blue eyes asks.

“I need to money and uh…I tried anything else. I worked my ass off and even sold my car. It’s no use,” you exhale deeply to calm your racing heart. “The debts are eating me alive, and the only thing left that I could sell is my…virginity.”

He watches you squirm in your seat, amused, and aroused at the same time. “Aw, you’re a cute little cupcake. I’d love to have a taste of you myself, but I don’t shit where I eat – you know.”

Lloyd cocks a brow when you reread the standard contract he handed to you. “So, you will put me on your website and your customers will buy me?” You blink a few times to not cry. This feels so surreal and wrong. How did you stoop so low that you sold your body to a stranger?

“Kinda,” Lloyd gets up from his chair to show you his iPad. “We don’t sell you off to a random douche. I don’t want a cute muffin like you to end up under a sick bastard. All my clients are gentlemen.”

You nod slowly and try to remember every detail he tells you. “Okay.”

“You can choose ten out of my clients and, if you want to, a wild card.” Lloyd hands you the tablet. “If you choose only ten out of my clients one of them will have the honor to fuck you first.”

You fight the urge to scrunch your nose up. “What’s the wild card?” You look up from the iPad to meet Lloyd’s eyes.

“If you choose ten men and the wild card, you will get more money,” he explains. “The start offering will be one million dollars. You’ll get six hundred thousand dollars, and I’ll arrange everything for your safety.”

You gasp loudly. This amount of money would save you and allow you to live a better life. You don’t care Lloyd will have almost half of the money. He provides the hotel suite and will make sure that you’ll come home safely.

“The men will attend an online auction. They will bid on you. If you get lucky, they will pay more than one million bucks.”

“Wow!” You exclaim. Even if it’s the worst thing you’ll ever do, this arrangement will help move on from your past and pay your debts.

“Now, I’ll tell you about the wild card,” Lloyd sits next to you. “The wild card is special. You cannot choose this man, but you’ll get two hundred and fifty thousand bucks more. No matter who wins the auction. You’ll get eight hundred and fifty thousand bucks.”

“He’s not a creep, right? I don’t want my first time to be with someone hurting me or ignoring my safe word,” you wring your hands.

“The wild cards are my special clients. These men have my trust, sweetness,” Lloyd says. “The inner circle of my organization. It consists of ten men. You will find none of them in my files.”

“I could need the extra money,” you ponder. “You promise that they are not crazy or shit?”

“I’m the craziest guy in this organization,” he flashes you a smile. “And you are not scared of me, right?”

“You’re intimidating,” you shyly admit as you glance at Lloyd. “But you didn’t hurt me or scare me. You were nice.”

“Hah, did ya hear that, sunshine?” Lloyd yells, making you flinch. The door immediately flies open, and his assistant walks inside. “See, she thinks I’m nice.”

“Yeah, because she doesn’t know you like I do,” she puts her hands on her hips and glares at Lloyd. “Sweetie don’t let him talk you into this wild card shit. His buddies are the worst, and he’s the king of shit!”

“Darling don’t be rude,” he gets up to wrap his arms around her waistline. She squirms in his hold, giggling while pushing against his shoulders. “Give your man a kiss.”

“Not until you get rid of that mustache!”

“You love the mustache. It makes your clit all tingly when I go down on you,” he steals a kiss, and gropes her plump ass. “If not for my new client, I’d fuck you right here and now to put a little Lloyd inside of you.”

“You’ll take care of the sweet girl first. You better not pressure her into this shit,” she grunts and pushes Lloyd off her. “I expect you to be on your best behavior.”

She walks back outside and closes the door with a loud thud.

“A hell of a woman,” he hums and adjusts his pants. “I found her—” Lloyd clears his throat. “Never mind. That’s a story to tell later.”

“Can you tell me what the men will expect? I mean, aside from having sex with me.”

Lloyd smirks. “You don’t have to worry about kinky shit. The contract includes vaginal sex  - missionary, or doggy style. Maybe a blow job. Protection is a must. If you want it to be pleasurable for you too, play with your pussy, or think of something nice.”

“I’d imagine Bucky,” you blur out. “I—fuck.” You curse when Lloyd cocks a brow. “He’s my dad’s best friend, and a little older than me. Not a gramps or something.”

“Bucky, huh?” He nods thoughtfully. “That’s an interesting name.”

“It’s a nickname,” you hastily say. “His real name is James Buchanan Barnes.” You swoon now. “He never looked at me twice, but if I want to get off, I always imagine him.”

“As long as you don’t moan his name, I don’t care what you do to get into the mood,” Lloyd says, but there’s something in his eyes you can’t quite put a finger on. “Back to the options. Wild card yes or no?”

You look at the iPad again. What is one more stranger, right? “Yes.”

“Barnes,” Lloyd grins like the devil. “Hey, no swear words, sunshine. I got a nice little deal for you.” He grunts and mutters into the phone. “Would you just listen for a moment? A nice little bird came to me. I think you know her…”

“Y/N!” Your dad’s best friend jogs next to you. “Hey, long time no see.”

“Uh-hi,” you squeak when he wraps you in a hug. “Nice to see you, Bucky.”

“How have you been?” He releases you to lock you up and down. “You look a little stressed. Is everything alright? You know that you can always come to me. I’m like an uncle to you.”

“Uncle,” you wrinkle your nose. “Right.” You shake your head at the naughty thoughts wanting to force their way to the front of your mind. “I’m good. Really. Nothing to worry about.”

“You sure?” He presses on. “If you are scared to tell your dad, tell me. I won’t say a thing.”

“I said that I’m fine,” you snap at him as a woman gets out of his car and calls his name. “How about you go back to your arm candy and leave me alone? We haven’t heard of you for two years.”

You twirl around and storm off. You don’t need anyone to help you. Lloyd offered more money than you’ll need to pay the debts your dad left you when he passed away.

Bucky didn’t even know about it because he just doesn’t care…

“Pumpkin,” Lloyd claps his hands as you walk inside the expensive penthouse suite. “You look stunning.” He grins as you squirm under his gaze.

He walks toward you to hand you the iPad. “The wild card won the auction,” he casually says. “I transferred the town hundred and fifty thousand bucks to your bank account. This is the point of no return. If you want out, say it now.”

“I know,” you released a shuddery breath. “I don’t want to do this, but I need the money. It’s one night with a guy you trust. So…let’s get this over with.”

“On the bed is something the wild card got for you. OH, and he wants you to put the blindfold on. It’s his special request,” Lloyd gently pats your shoulder. “I promise he’s a good guy, and won’t hurt you, pumpkin. Just remember the only two rules. Never ask why they pay you for sex, and, never let them do anything you don’t want to.”

“Thank you—” you close your eyes and take deep breaths. “I can do this. Please leave me alone now. I need to get ready.”

“If he crosses a line,” Lloyd says. “You say Lloyd, and I take the door down.”

“What? I don’t understand.” You furrow your brows.

“Just say Lloyd.” He whispers in your ear.

“Lloyd,” you say, and the lights in the room turn red. An alarm shrills and you need to cover your ears. “Oh…wow.”

“See, I take care of my girls. Do not let him gag you, though,” he warns. “If he tries anything you don’t agree to, yell my name and I’m there in a split-second.”

You nod and give Lloyd a shy smile. “Thank you.”

“I make money with my girls. I don’t want them to get hurt or worse,” he says. “I’m not a saint or a good guy. But no one hurts my girls.”

You watch him leave the room and release another shuddery breath.

He’s right. This is it. The point of no return…

The gift from the wild card is a silky nightie dress in your favorite color. Midnight blue. It has a plunging back and lace-lined cups. It fits you like a second skin.

You close your eyes and count to ten to calm your racing heart as you put the blindfold on. It’s the wild card’s special wish, and you don’t want to piss him off right away.

Maybe the blindfold will make things easier. You can imagine any face, while the stranger is inside of you.

“You look breathtakingly beautiful.” You shudder as his voice is deep and rough. He entered the room without making a noise, and now he’s already so close you feel his breath fan over your neck. “I see you are wearing my gift.”

“Yes…Sir…” You breathlessly reply. His hands ghost over your arms, touching you gently. “Or do you want me to call you something else?”

“Hmm…” He hums. “We will see, doll.” You whimper at the pet name. “Can I call you doll? Is that alright with you?” His lips press against your neck, he nips at the sensitive spot behind your ear. “I need you to answer me.”

“Yeah, that’s alright with me,” you are already enchanted by the stranger. His scent is intoxicating, and his voice goes straight to your core.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good, doll,” he wraps one arm around your waistline to bring you close to his body. His chest is bare, and you feel his skin pressed against yours. “I dreamed of doing this with you.”

“You did?” You purr and lean your head against his shoulder. “What do you want to do with me?”

“You’ll see,” he chuckles as you press your butt into his crotch. “You’re eager to get me going, huh? Don’t worry. I’m already so hard for you it hurts.”

He releases you and steps away to admire your wrecked state. You’re a panting mess, and your legs quiver. “Beautiful and so responsive.” He’s back on you to slide the thin straps of the nightie down your shoulders. The stranger nips at your neck, leaving little love bites on his way. “I can’t wait to have you.”

“You have me,” you move your hand behind you, blindly grasping for his hair. He’s a stranger but feels so good against you. “I want you to have me.”

“I know, doll,” he whispers in your ear while shoving the nightie down your shoulders. The fabric drops to the ground and pools around your ankles. “I love how you feel against me. I bet you feel even better around me.”

His hands cup your breasts. One warm and soft, the other cold and a little rougher. He gropes your soft flesh and pinches your nipples. This stranger plays with your body and pulls all the right strings.

You don’t have to imagine someone else. His lips nipping at your earlobe, and his hands, those skilled tools press moans and whimpers out of you. “Sir…”

“It’s alright, doll. Be as vocal as you want to,” he smirks against your skin. “Relax and let me take good care of you.”

“Yes—” you hiss when he meaningly tugs at your nipples. “Ouch.”

“You are a big girl and can take it, baby doll,” he grinds into you to rub his aching cock against your butt. “I bet your pretty cunt is wet for me.”

Your voice fails. He’s moving one hand between your legs and pinches your clit through your soaked panties. “I knew it.” He teasingly pinches your clit, igniting another spark deep within you. “You’re mine now. Only mine. After tonight, you’ll never want another man. Say it!”

His other hand rips your panties off of your body, taking you by surprise. You squeak and giggle as he twirls you around. “You’re all I imagined you’d be,” he cups your face and presses his lips to yours.

You’ve been kissed before – but not like this. His lips are soft and tender, but the kiss gets heated when his hands move to your ass to hoist you up.

You end up in his arms and sling your legs and arms around his body out of instinct.

“Your lips taste like heaven.” He purrs while walking toward the bed. “I bet your sweet pussy tastes like sin.” You end up on the soft mattress, the stranger on top of you.

He kisses you again, slowly, and sensually this time. “I’m gotta have a taste, doll.” You wish you could watch him kiss his way down your body. It feels like his lips and hands caress every inch of your body they can reach. “It’s alright. You don’t have to be afraid.”

The stranger moves lower, kissing you right above your belly button. He moans against your skin, making you shiver at the slightest touch.

His hands move over your thighs, spreading them wide so he can settle between your legs.

“Let me have a taste of heaven,” he presses a searing kiss to your pussy. “I’ve got you, doll.”

You shudder feelings his nose brushes your clit. “So pretty down here too,” he murmurs against you. His breath tickles your folds, leaving you wanting more. “Shhh…” He shushes you. “I only want to eat this sweet cunt out.”

He spreads your pussy lips, to look at your clit. “Ah…S-ir.” You stammer. “What are you doing?”

“Did no man ever put his mouth on you?” He looks up at you from between your legs, groaning loudly when you shake your head. “Good. I’m your first for everything then.”

Your mouth falls open. Why would he want to do such a thing? Isn’t this night all about him, not you? “Why?”

“I love eating pussy, doll,” he laughs. “And I want you slippery wet so I can shove my dick right into your tight little hole.”

You grab your tits, squeezing your flesh to do anything but lie there and wait for the stranger to rule your body.

He teases your pearl with the tip of his tongue, eager to please you. A shudder runs through you. You are so lost in his touch that you nearly forget this is about him and that he paid you to touch you.

This is not love-making, but a business transaction. “Please just fuck me…”

“Not yet,” he slaps your pussy lips. “I want you to be a good girl and let me enjoy every moment. “This includes tasting your cunt.”

“Oh-“ It never crossed your mind that a man could be interested in eating you out before getting off. “Be my guest.” You sass and spread your legs wider. “I’m on the menu tonight.”

“That you are,” he kisses the inside of your left thigh, caressing the soft skin with his lips and tongue. “But only for me.” He turns his attention toward your right thigh.  

He wraps his arms around your legs and pulls you closer to his mouth. “Fuck, you smell so good, doll.” You gasp the moment he licks up your sex. It’s a new sensation and you already love it. “Use my face, come on.”

You bite your lower lip. Can you do this? Lloyd said this is all about the man’s fantasy, but he wants to give you pleasure too.

“Fuck,” you nod and start grinding your pussy against his mouth, hoping to get more of this new feeling. “Please.”

“Soon, baby doll,” he purrs and flicks his tongue to play with your little nub. You wiggle on the bed, grinding as he uses his mouth to send sparks of pleasure through your body. You don’t think, just feel.

You whimper and moan hearing him groan against you. He throws your left leg over his shoulder, spreading you wide as he teases your soaked hole with the tip of his index finger. “Oh God, yes. Please just put it inside,” you become impatient. “Fuck…please.”

He laughs but doesn’t say anything. Instead, he pushes one finger inside, curling his digit inside of you. “Relax, doll. I’m gonna give you my cock soon enough.”

“Y-es…p-lease,” you can’t think straight. Your body is on fire, and you need release, or you’ll lose your mind. “Please I want you to…”

“Baby,” he purrs while slowly starting to fuck you with his finger. “Soon…I’ve been waiting to have you for so long.”

He adds another finger, now pressing his fingertips against your sweet spot. “Fuck,” you exclaim loudly. “Ah, there…I need… I want…”

“No,” you don’t get to cum. He scissors you open, ignoring that you beg and plead. “Not yet. You’ll cum on my cock only. I want to feel you fall apart for the first time while I’m inside of you.”

“Fuck!”

“Oh baby doll,” he coos when you sniffle, and slam your fists into the mattress. “I don’t want to be cruel, only to make it easier for you to take me.”

“Please, I only want to feel you,” you hold out your hands, sniffling louder. “I need you to do it now before I get scared.”

“Shit,” you feel his fingers slip out of you. He crawls up your body and kisses you slowly. “Baby doll, tell me if you want me to stop. We don’t have to do this.”

“You pai—” He silences you with his lips and makes you forget that you are only here for him to get what he paid for. “I want you.” You don’t know why, but it’s true. All you want is to feel him inside of your body.

“Are you sure?” He asks against your lips. “Baby doll?”

“Yes,” you blindly grasp for him. “Please fuck me. I don’t want to wait any longer.” You don’t tell him that the man you wanted to be your first would never even look at you twice.

“You don’t have to beg me.” He angles his hips to run the tip of his cock up and down your folds. “I’ll give it to you.”

Your breath hitches in your throat, and a high-pitched shriek escapes your throat feeling his length slide slowly into you. He stills his hips, groaning loudly as your walls strain against his intrusion.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, baby doll.” He buries his face in your neck, murmuring your name as he moves back and forth, always pushing a little deeper. “Open up to me, pretty doll.”

It hurts a little, and you hide your face in his shoulder, whimpering any time he tilts his hips. “I know, baby doll. It will feel good soon. Let me just,” he breathlessly whispers in your ear. “I’m gonna make love to you, Y/N.”

You bite his shoulder when he slides all in with the next thrust. A whimper escapes your lips, and you claw at his back. “Shhh…you are doing so good for me, baby. I’m proud of you, my sweet princess.”

He wraps one arm around you and removes the blindfold with one swift motion. You gasp and dig your nails into his back. “Bucky?” You can’t help but whimper his name. “What?”

“I couldn’t let you do this. I wanted you for so long.” He claims your lips in a soft kiss. “You refused to take my help so I…”

“It’s you,” you cling to Bucky. “Not some stranger…it’s you…” you sniffle. “You’re here…”

“Yeah,” he breathes against your lips. “Do still want to…”

You wrap your legs around his waistline. “Yes…hell yes…” You grunt. “Please don’t stop now. We can’t stop now.”

He nuzzles his face in your neck and digs his knees into the mattress. You melt into his arms, knowing it’s not a stranger, but the man you adored and loved for years.

“We already broke all the rules, Y/N,” he slowly starts rocking his hips. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.” Bucky curses as you claw on his back. “My doll.”

He’s pushing harder into you with every thrust. It doesn’t matter that you feel like you are in a limbo of pleasured pain, or that you forgot the condom. All you are capable of is to stare up at Bucky as he takes you apart.

Your body belongs to him and opens up to Bucky like a flower finally deciding to bloom. Your core burns with desire for more of him. “Please.”

“I’ve got you, Y/N,” he sinks his teeth into your shoulder, causing you to cry out loudly. Something drops to the ground in the room next door, but you don’t care.

You rock your body in sync with Bucky, urging him on to claim you, and your whole being. Even if you should be mad at him for tricking you, you can’t. Not when he pushes you over the edge, his name on your lips nor when he spills into you, cursing your name.

“Baby,” he worriedly looks down at you. You are panting heavily and are unable to open your eyes. “Y/N, are you alright?”

“Yeah…I’m good…” 

Bucky slowly pulls out to lie next to you. He opens his arms and watches you lie on his chest.

“Why did you never come back?” You run your hand over his sweaty chest. “Bucky?”

“Your dad found out that I had a thing for his beloved daughter,” he runs his hand over your head. “I’m sorry. He left me no choice but to stay away from you. I had to keep my distance.”

“You could’ve come to his funeral,” you sniff. “Why did you leave me all alone?”

“I had problems with the law, and I was in the middle of a divorce. You didn’t need a drunk wreck longing for you,” he whispers. “I had to wait until I’m better and then Hansen called, telling me about your problems.”

“That fucker,” you grumble. “I knew he was going to trick me!”

“Don’t worry, baby doll,” Bucky softly says. “I paid all your dues before coming here. I just couldn’t resist you any longer. I had to have you.”

He lifts his head to look you in the eyes. “Can you forgive me, Y/N?”

“I’ll consider forgiving you if you explain everything to me later. Like – how do you know Lloyd Hansen? And what is going on with his assistant?”

“You will get to know everything.” He pecks your lips. “For now, all you need to know is that I love you…always have…”

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#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #mobster!bucky barnes x reader #smut #virgin reader #bucky barnes x female reader #dbf!bucky barnes #16.666 followers requests #TOL - Like a virgin (Bucky Barnes)

[fishnapple]

CRYSTAL READING: Describing your inner home 🏡 🛕🏰

If your inner heart can be shown as a house, a place, how would it look like ?

Imagine the residents (the various aspects of yourself) staying there.

A little explanation of the method I used for reading

Lithomancy : I assigned a meaning for each stone (each stone represents a planet) and cast them on a circle divided into 12 parts, just like an astrology chart and do the reading

✨️ Pick a stone :

Reading for each group below :

1. Aventurine

There are no grand or unusual edges to this house.

The interior is sparse.

It lacks warmth and sunlight.

Like a house in the middle of windy weather lacking regular visits from its residents.

There is no big, loud front door to invite others in.

The residents here would be quite aggressive and masculine. There could be a boy, an older man, someone of authority, but something feels old and tired.

Your inner home stores lots of hidden angers, disappointment, and wounded emotions. And they may not even yours. Some are from others living rent-free in your inner home. They would sometimes try to send you messages to let them free but not too successful.

There is a thick veil shrouding this home, creating confusion.

Some innovation is needed. Light up the house, open the windows, and let the cold and distant thoughts have a walk outside. Maybe some will walk away for good, leaving behind space for a warmer, livelier one.

2. Rose quartz

I see a big mansion or a castle ruled by a feminine figure. A queen, but there seems to be no king.

Only the soldiers and the court messengers are male.

The place is hectic, people are scurrying around, talking, gossiping. Lots of music and beauty.

Foreign messengers or traders would come and go.

There is a certain fairytale air about this place. The place would change seasonally, periodically under the influence of the current moon phase.

People here are well bahaved because they know that their ruler, even though benevolent and sometimes quite detached, is still strict.

I could see that a big feminine force has a lot of influence on your inner world, giving you structure. You may sometimes do things a certain way just because you want to please that force. This queen in your inner home may be the manifestation of an authority figure in your life or a representation of a power inside you.

3. Citrine

This place is literally the centre of yourself.

Everything that ever been born, created, and manifested comes from this place.

This is the centre of wisdom, the sanctuary for tired travellers, the convergent point for spirits, the portal of giving and receiving.

It is vibrant, solid, intimate, and mysterious. Like a temple or monastery high up on a mountain.

Here, you could recharge yourself and receive messages from the universe, from the ancestors, from distant teachers.

The residents living here are the wise ones. They have come here to give you precious lessons, so listening to them would be quite beneficial.

❤️

#crystal reading #lithomancy #pick a card #channeled message #crystals #inner world #home #divination #intuitive messages #spirituality #astrology #astro #astrology chart #horary chart #horary astrology #crystal casting

[fluffyprettykitty]

aurum

Pairing: pre-rebellion! Poe Dameron x princess!reader (no other specifications!)

Word Count: 850 words

Outline: The beautiful trader with the luscious curls is turning your sheets into quite a mess.

Warnings: breast worship, oral sex, nipple pulling, biting, unprotected penetration, poe being a major tease, failed quiet sex, etc, If I missed anything major let me know.

Author’s Note: aurum is the latin word for gold! this is just a pwp okay, also first thing I've written in like 2-3 months so so~

PS: dividers & banners by @saradika

Main Masterlist ・❥・Poe Dameron Masterlist

"Deeper!" you shout, tightening your grip on Poe's hair, your fingers buried inside his thick black curls. He is not the type to listen though and instead, he pulls out of you with a sardonic smirk on his face.

"Aren't we enjoying ourselves a little too much, princess?"

He whispers against your face, darting his tongue over your lips, before kissing you deeply. You wanted to protest, to beg him for more he knows exactly how to shut you up. His erect cock is firm against your stomach now and you can feel it pressuring you in a way that makes you mad it's not inside you right now.

"Poe..." You moan as his lips descend down to your neck, kissing and pulling your skin with expert skills, that make your insides burn.

"Please," You start to beg and he only looks at you in response.

"Didn't know a royalty of your kind would have to dissolve into such low dealing things such as pleading." He chuckles and his mouth is on your breast, nursing on a nipple with the most innocent look on his face.

"You're incredibly annoying for a loyal subject." You roll your eyes as he is sucking on your nipple, his hands holding your waist close to him.

"Maybe." He pulls his mouth out of your nipple for one second just to respond because it'd be unlike of him not to, just to switch to the other one.

"Aren't you bored of sucking all the time?" You say amused, maybe if you try the dominant approach, you'll reach your goal. "Don't you wanna just completely ruin me?"

He looks at you, his eyes still innocent, and then he smirks before gripping you tight and kneeling down, pushing your legs apart and burying his head between your thighs.

"Oh, fuck." You moan, as he begins to lick your juices dry, his lips caressing your thighs for a second before returning to your clit to suck on it peacefully.

So, he did love sucking so very much.

He continues like this even when he feels your body trembling, your orgasm reaching you, slow at first and then all together. Your thighs are squeezing his head, as your hands are behind you trying to grip the golden silk sheets. He seems relentless as he sucks you dry, your moans echoing across the hall and you are glad your king father is away on business. You would have kept more quiet if it wasn't for Poe being completely obsessed with ruining your reputation.

When he stops, it's only when you are breathing heavily, trying to remember how it feels to have air in your lungs and he rests his head on your pussy looking lovingly up at your face. Innocently and pliant as he always was.

"Bit of a noise nuisance there for a minute. Don't you think a princess should contain herself a little?"

You roll your eyes as you throw a pillow on your head. "You are bad at following orders, you know that?"

"Hm." He muses his fingers running circles on your inner thigh. "Maybe I didn't like the orders I was given."

"That's not how it works."

"Well, it's how it works for me." He shrugs and rises his body up, his cock still erect and red jiggling between his thighs as he switches positions.

"You really need some help with that thing though." You point directly.

"I do but if I ask for your help, you'll only scream so much your daddy dearest will come back in the middle of the day."

You frown and cross your arms on your chest, pushing your pillows aside. "You are such a bastard."

"Maybe." He shrugs and lays down next to you, looking into your eyes. "Or maybe I just want to say how well, the bannisters on this bed hold." He glances at the golden barristers behind you and you know exactly what he wants. Which is more or less what he always wants: to watch your breast jiggle.

"I think they are quite strong." You muse and roll over, climbing on his body and grazing your hands over his hairy chest. "But I wouldn't mind testing them again for you."

He helps you position yourself, pushing his cock inside your cunt slowly, as you settle on your position, leaning forward and grabbing the banisters. "Does this look good?" You smirk and roll your hips a little."

"Looks good, could look better. Always room for improvement."

You snort as you continue working your hips, back and forth slowly, trying to feel him all inside you, loving how full he makes you feel.

When the show is over for him, your dad can be heard from outside causing him to flee for his life.

Now, if only he didn't spend the last three hours only teasing you...

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[leadflowers]

When a Rogue Trader with the Shadow of Torment background meets Heinrix.

This will certainly add a little extra drama to the relationship, particularly since in the crime lord's case it specifically mentions being interrogated using "creative and violent means".

And I have a whole backstory related to it for my RT:

Valeen was captured and interrogated because someone in her inner circle betrayed her to the local authorities. Someone she'd known for many years and trusted implicitly, but who decided to defect to a rival cartel and their part of the deal was removing Valeen from the regicide board.

The traitor's plan was a success. In one fell swoop, Valeen's organization was all but decimated, its personnel and assets seized or scattered to the winds. Those who escaped the purge went to ground, keen to save their own skin. Still, the enforcers were relentless in their efforts to extract every last shred of information from the captured crime lord.

Valeen would have died in that dungeon if not for the fact that her noble lineage was uncovered during the proceedings. Unable to decide what to do with her, they let her rot in a dingy cell, until months later word came down from above that Rogue Trader Theodora von Valancius herself was demanding her prospective heir's release.

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[mathlann]

🩷🖤🩶 for blorbo of your choice? 👀

From this ask game. I'll actually be nice and answer for Heinrix on this one. Prepare for a long one on the first answer, lol.

🩷 Why are they your favorite?

Heinrix is unironically one of my favorite companions in Rogue Trader. Because he's terrible. But he doesn't want to be. But he's also too much of a dogmatic Company Man to really understand how awful he is/can be. He's a walking HR violation anytime a Xenos is within three star systems. He's the loneliest motherfucker on this ship. I will divorce this clown in every lifetime, that is how much I love him.

First of all, his internalized everything makes him just, so crunchy. Like, he came from some of the highest nobility in the Imperium (Tech Edition) to rock bottom, to two shakes from regaining his "place" per se (Space CIA Edition). And some part of him knows that Calcazar is the only person keeping him between here, as a "somebody" and the abyss of being just another tool-psyker. And the way his journey to discovering the Truth is also the process of systemically dismantling his own sense of importance as part of Calcazar's inner circle.... Like yeah, he was the potential successor, didn't make him less of a dispensable pawn as the rest of them! So what was it all for?

And I think too how his hidden Iconoclast core shakes out is also really interesting because "Iconoclast" doesn't 1:1 mean "good person". Like he can and does show leniency in his Dogmatism with people of similar rank/protection as him (the RT, Jae) or people he can personally sympathize with (Idira, even tho it's insulting). And his romance is genuinely sweet, if bumpy. But at the same time he has a lot of anger in his heart and that gets expressed in ways that show some incredibly unnecessary cruelty to people he thinks are lesser (Vhaebos Prisoners, Yrliet, that one random guard). And he does not acknowledge that!!! Because he's a Space Racism Cop doing his job, which gives him a "get out of examining my issues free" card and Throne take him, he's gonna use it.

And on that latter bit, the other thing I really really love about Heinrix is how much a demonstrates how much the Inquisition really doesn't work as an institution? He's an acolyte of the Ordo Xenos, and his Xenos Lore is shit, which you'd think wouldn't be the case but, look at how he interacts with nominally friendly xenos like Yrliet. You go to Commorragh and he's like "idk...we gotta maybe use their politics against them" and then kicks up a holy fuss when you do that. He approves of busting Tervantias in that gate and later feeding Marazhai (your ally) to the daemon. Like okay, the Xenos are vanquished, Heinrix is the best boy. Don't worry about the multiple 5 star meals Slaanesh is eating because of it...that's not his department anyways. (Ordo Malleus Hates Him!)

He's just a special boy to me lol.

🖤 If they weren't from their source, what fandom universe do you think they would make the most sense in?

Heinrix could very much be A Guy in Dragon age. And I don't mean in the "he's like Cullen!" way, because he's not, at all, but in the sense that he would very much be a loyalist circle mage who's very invested in the Institution of the Chantry while still being tempted to break a few rules here or there (just him tho) y'know?

🩶 Alternatively, what fandom universe would they just perish in?

Saint's Row (or GTA, but I don't play those games). He's a cop at heart, the stress would wear him down even if he won't snitch immediately.

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[ripflemeth]

Remember this horrible person?

The trader, Araj, who wanted Astarion to bite her??

Today my friend @prince-of-the-comet told me that, in Drow, her name means Vengeance.

And I couldn't help but think...

Hi my name is Vengeance Dark’ness Dementia Raven Way and I have long bone-white hair (that’s how I got my name) with purple streaks and red tips that reaches my mid-back and ebony black eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Orin the Red (OR: if u don’t know who she is get da hell out of here!). I’m not a Chosen of Bhall but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking hottie. I’m a vampire-wanna-be but my teeth are straight and white and I've never been bit. I have pale grey skin. I’m also a bitch, and I trade in a secret base called Moonrise Towers in the Shadow Cursed lands where I’m in the inner circle (I have my very own room).

#bg3 #astarion ancunin #baldur's gate 3 #araj bg3 #bg3 shitposting #Ebony Dark’ness Dementia Raven Way

[undyingembers]

Hi!! Could I request 4, 5, and 10 for the RT asks please?

4. How did your RT feel about Theodora? How did they feel when she died?

Victoire was being held in an Imperial prison when Theodora personally came to collect her. While Victoire acknowledges that she owes her freedom and status to her predecessor, there isn't much on either end that engenders much affection. Theodora needed what few heirs she could scrounge up, and Victoire craved the power that being a Rogue Trader/Heir would give her.

Victoire showed all the decorum necessary when Theodora's funeral came, of course, but she can't say that she felt too sorry at her predecessor's passing. Victoire balked at the idea of playing as a mere advisor to Edelthrad. She's just thrilled at the new power she's been given.

5. What was their relationship with Edelthrad? Would your RT have been happy with an advisory role, or had they always wanted something more?

Poor, poor Edelthrad. Victoire knows she's much smarter than him, and seethed at the idea of being passed over for him. If Edelthrad hadn't died in the prologue, Victoire probably would have had him assassinated herself. Theodora should have thought this one better: take the most cunning of her heirs, and the one who has shown to have no scruples, and expect her to stay on as a mere advisor? Not very wise.

10. Which companion is your RT closest to?

Victoire doesn't form attachments. Even the people in her inner circle are just pawns. She's the Rogue Trader. Their lives are hers to do as she sees fit. She's certainly not above manipulating them or showing them feigned sweetness to get what she wants from them. The closest she will come is with her love interest Marazhai, but it's more like wanting to keep her prized possession close and why can't she stop thinking about him, needing him?

There was this one time where she comforted Cassia by telling her that she shouldn't care what the common rabble think of her abnormalities.

#this is definitely the edgiest character i've created i'm so sorry #victoire von valancius #thanks for the ask! #captastra

[sinkingnotsoslowly]

What goes on in the Royal Minds...

Chapter 1

Pairing: Lee Know x (f) Reader x I.N. Warnings: angst

Synopsis: It is never pleasurable to get involved in royal matters, even if the matters are the two princes themselves.

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The crown would be heavy, both on his head and shoulders. But Minho had been trained to bear it since he was born. The moment he saw light, huge expectations and responsibilities were forcefully placed on the little being. They were bigger than his little body could bear, but he grew into them through the years, until he was in a chokehold. Minho accepted it all with a tight-lipped smile, always being under keen eyes of judgement, feeling like being in a prison while in his own home. It was not as if he had a choice anyway, but even if he decided to ‘shame the throne’ by stepping down, he couldn’t put his brother into that position. Jeongin was not trained as a crown prince would be. He was unaware of the hellish side of being royalty. He was still just a boy living out his youth, the way Minho never got to live. Minho could never be the reason his brother stopped smiling. He always tried to shield him away from any reason that would dampen his mood and he did not intend to stop.

“I can only trust you to look into this personally Minho. There are reasons to believe that the spies are not wrong about the dealings”, the king finished as he got up from his seat signalling the end of the meeting. The royal informants had reported alarming dealings in a nearby province. The dealers were already on high alert and anybody from the inner circle of the council could be involved. It was such a high-priority mission that the crown prince himself was being sent there undercover instead of remaining at the castle to attend the royal gathering of the socialites. Jeongin would have to do all the small talk in his stead. Well, everyone preferred him anyway, he had a way of enthralling people with his boyish charms. Nobody liked a sharp-tongued, cold prince.

He set out early the next morning. He would reside at an inn under the guise of a trader, and from there he would continue his investigations. If all went according to plan he would be able to go back in about two weeks. He reached the inn when the sun was directly overhead. The heat was making him sick and he was starving. His horse too was showing signs of exhaustion. 

After getting a room at the inn, he took his horse to the inn’s stable and moved to his room to rest. The inn provided food along with lodging so Minho did not have to fret about that. What he did have to fret about was the daughter of the innkeeper. She was the one who brought his food to his room. The moment he opened the door to insistent knocking he froze, mouth agape. What purpose did a beauty like her have in a place such as that? Before Minho could stop, he blurted out, “Who are you?” A very dumb question on his part when he could see that she was holding a covered tray of food, she obviously worked at the inn. The girl was surprised at the sudden question before she giggled and said, “I’m (yn), I work here. I’m also the daughter of the innkeeper”. “Oh”, never in his life had he replied so dumbly to anyone. He was the crown prince, he was trained in such a way that he always had a well-constructed reply ready whether it was to counter-argue with a council member or woe a lady. “Here’s your food”, he could see the amused smile that she tried to hide. He took the tray from her hands, shock running down his spine at the subtle contact with her hand. “Keep the tray outside when you are done. I will come to take it”, and she was off.

For the next three days, Minho had only a few encounters with the girl when she helped around at the inn. She was young, about the age of his brother. She went around with a bounce in her step, smiling at whomever she talked to. Young, innocent and not a care in the world even when she had responsibilities. She seemed to like working at the inn even. Minho couldn’t imagine what it would be like to live her life, to be free without the worries of the world, waking up every day to do something that he actually liked for a change. “How are you so lively while working?” Minho asked her one day while at the community dining room for breakfast. (Yn) was going around bringing in food and clearing the tables. She stopped in her tracks and turned around to look at him, “What do you mean?”

“I mean to say that you look like you enjoy doing this, serving other people, being at their beck and call when you can be doing better off-”

“That’s because I do. I love working here at the inn. I cannot leave all this to my father to go and be ‘better off’ as you say. This is better for me. I’m never leaving my father alone to handle the business”. Minho could never imagine.

She was about to go into the kitchen when she stopped and turned around, “Oh! You never told me your name, mister”

“You can call me Lee Know”

“Lee Know”, sounded nice when she said it. He could get used to it.

Minho’s investigation has been going well. He had managed to get his hands on a few pieces of evidence. But it was a slow-going process, he couldn’t rush or the dealers would get suspicious. This kept him busy for the next few days. One such day he came upon (yn) in a hole-in-the-wall coffeehouse. She was sitting alone at a table, deep in thought with a frown on her face. Minho walked up to her, still unnoticed, “Is this seat taken?” That brought her back from the reverie. She looked up to see Minho gently smiling at her. “N-no, no, you go ahead”, she said looking away from him. “Are you alright?” Minho couldn’t help but ask. What could possibly dampen the mood of someone so lively? 

“H-huh? Why do you ask?”

“Well you were sulking not minutes ago”, that seemed to catch her off guard. She didn’t realise that anyone noticed. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. But I’ve heard talking helps”, Minho didn’t mean to pry but he really wanted to know more about her. He wanted to be able to solve whatever was troubling her. “Well I guess it doesn’t hurt. You will be leaving soon anyway. It is certainly easier to talk your heart out to someone whom you are never going to see again”. Minho disagreed. If he were to talk to someone about his life and troubles, he would like to form a deep bond with them. The only people he had such a connection to were Jeongin and his personal guard Changbin, who had got down on his knees and begged Minho to bring him along to the mission. Then he proceeded to pout like a child when he disagreed. But Minho was sure he came along, he was there somewhere, lurking in the shadows, prepared to jump out at the first signs of danger.

“You probably won’t even remember me”, she let out a laugh as she fiddled with her fingers. Again, Minho disagreed. 

“The other day Father was talking about how there was a line of people asking for my hand in marriage. He wants me to get married. I know it’s only because he thinks I’m not happy here. He wants me to get married in a rich household. But I am perfectly fine doing what I’m doing now, the inn has so many memories in it and I love to help around. I’d always wanted to work here as a child like my father does”, Minho listened quietly, hanging onto each of her words. “And it’s not just about working at the inn. What if he falls sick? I’m the only one here to look after him. And I know in my absence he certainly wouldn’t”, she heaved a sigh.

Minho wanted to take away all her troubles. If he could he would give her the life she deserved but he knew that she wouldn’t want it. For a wild moment, he thought of giving up everything he had now to work at the inn by her side. But he could never do that to his brother, could he?

“Don’t you ever want to see the world?” Minho asked her.

(Yn) looked at him, confusion on her face before answering, “Not really”

“Why?”

She looked out the window with a far-off gaze, “I listen to the stories that the travellers say at the inn, about the places they have been to. The stories make me imagine all sorts of things. I fear that once I go to the place I’ve imagined so much about there won’t be any point to my imagination”, seeing the visible confusion on Minho’s face she tried explaining. “Look at it like this. If you are reading a book about some wonderland, you are in the power to imagine it the way you like. But if Wonderland were to exist and you’d seen it in real life then you won’t be able to imagine it as you like anymore. In your head, it will always be the scene that you saw. Ignorance can open all sorts of possibilities sometimes”. Minho was fascinated with her. Her perspective of life was so different from his. He wished he could abandon his duties and sit there listening to all her stories.

(Yn) went back to the inn soon after and Minho went out to patrol. It was late by the time he was done so he ate outside to not trouble (Yn) so late. He strolled back to the inn, no thoughts of his investigation burdening him but thoughts of what could be if he were not the crown prince. He was almost at the entrance of the inn when he saw a figure standing near it, hidden in the shadows. Panic flashed across his face. Was it one of the dealers? Did they find out? Minho reached for the knife in his coat. The figure stepped out from the shadows to stand in front of him. It was a very familiar pair of fox-like eyes that greeted him instead, “Long time no see brother”.

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[woltourney]

ROUND 1 / SIDE B / POLL 16

Tahri Nhupuju (@tahri-nhupuju) v. Amor Valentine (@lunadivino)

Tahri Nhupuju:

q. What is your WoL name and pronouns? a. Tahri Nhupuju, she/her

q. What is your WoL's species? a. Keeper of the Moon Miqo'te

q. What is your WoL's class? Or classes? a. Canonically all of them, but Warrior is her main one.

q. What data centre/server are you on, if you want people to find you? a. Phoenix, Light

q. Tell us a bit about your WoL! a. Born in the depths of the Black Shroud to a minor Keeper clan of little note, Tahri had little contact with the outside world aside from the odd hunter or trader, and a notable encounter with some shipwrecked Lominsan sailors. Thanks to them and their boatswain, when she came of age and realized that while her clan had a fair few skilled hunters they lacked warriors to protect them from Gridanian aggression, she set out to Limsa Lominsa to learn the art of the Marauder. The rest, as they say, is history. Backstory aside, Tahri considers herself a staunchly traditionalist Keeper, and as such she doesn't believe in "diurnal nonsense" like monogamy, patriarchy, or straight people. She's always been an absolute unit, and was a natural fit for the marauders' guild, especially once her Inner Beast awakened and she learned how to use her boundless passion and love for her friends and family to fight. Quick fun facts about Tahri: -She is 6'3".-She is technically bisexual, but has a typically Keeper view of men: good for if you want kids, sure, but otherwise not very interesting.-She Is Well Aware Of The Effect She Has On Women, and is usually quite cocky and suave with her romantic interests, with one notable exception… -Thancred and Urianger were the first Scions to notice Tahri and Y'shtola were catching feelings for each other during the ARR patches. They themselves figured this out in Shadowbringers, and only get together in 5.3. -She is extremely whipped for Y'shtola, and often volunteers as test subject for many of her magical experiments. -She struggled to "get" magic for the longest time, until Blue Magic provided her with the "shortcut" of using instinct and intuition for magic. -She is autistic, even if I don't know if Eorzea has a term for that. -Despite being far from a studious, scholarly woman Tahri has a special interest in history. -She can deadlift all the other Scions combined. This is not a hypothetical. Alcohol and a bet was involved.

q. Why should YOU win? (Answer IC!) a. Usually, I'm not the best when it comes to bragging, so I asked some of the others for their input: Tataru scoffed at the question, stating that -and I quote- "As a tall, autistic, extremely muscular, bisexual catgirl himbo" I was "extremely marketable to tumblr's large demographic of sapphics". I don't quite know what a "himbo" is, but I trust her judgement when it comes to market research. Alphinaud suggested that I recite the many titles, accolades, and honors I've gained from a lifetime of heroics, but that's just embarrassing, and I assume most other warriors of light would have a similar list of accomplishments. Shtola said that people would vote for me "if they know what is healthy for them" with that dangerous look in her eyes. Urianger said that there aren't that many prominent Keepers around, and certainly not many that still follow the old ways, so that would help me stand out. Thancred informed me what a himbo was. I now have mixed feelings about what Tataru said. Riol said that I should win because I look out for the little guy, and never forget about my bonds with minor characters like him and the other non-inner circle Scions, or the Crown Gemworks crew, or Vath Deftarm. I think that's enough testimonials, and I would like to thank my friends for saying so many nice things that I never would have thought of myself. I'd also like to say to the voters that I will do my best to keep Shtola from doing whatever she was planning to do if you don't vote for me.

q. Anything else you wanna add? a. Yeah. The above response wasn't just made for fun, I want to clarify that Tahri can't think of anything to brag about herself with because she genuinely has so much of her self-image tied up in the idea of herself as "the warrior of light" that she fails to see her own strengths at times, because that's just "the bare minimum" she has to be to be "The Warrior Of Light". Her self-sacrificial nature is something she struggles with a lot, as she tends to minimize her own wants and needs in favour of helping others and keeping others from worrying about her. Also if anyone wants to see more about her, I want publishes a couple of fics featuring her on Ao3, which are tagged with her name. Do make sure to read the tags to avoid spoilers though! And speaking of spoilers, her blog is not a spoiler-free zone, so be aware of that.

Amor Valentine:

q. What is your WoL name and pronouns? a. Amor Valentine (they/them)

q. What is your WoL's species? a. Au Ra (Xaela)

q. What is your WoL's class? Or classes? a. ARR: Lancer/Dragoon; HW-present: DRK main, MCH for yeehaw

q. What data centre/server are you on, if you want people to find you? a. N/A

q. Tell us a bit about your WoL! a. Amor is just a guy carrying the weight of the world on their shoulders despite it all. They care deeply for their friends and family, have a special interest in chocobos, and are full of love for the world they protect. Though a force to be reckoned with in the heat of battle, in day-to-day life they can be quite timid. A traumatic childhood event left them an orphan with no memory of their past, but they were found and raised by a Duskwight woman in Dravania, near Tailfeather. Amor was considered a strange child by most Tailfeather residents (#UndiagnosedAutism), but they ignored it as best they could while focusing their attention on the chocobos their mother would catch and train. On their 20th nameday, they left home to explore the world and hopefully learn about their past, and oops! Hydaelyn's chosen! They then proceed to become the Champion of Eorzea and save the world a bunch of times, with varying levels of enthusiasm. Though always willing to do whatever is needed to protect the realm, they are prone to becoming weary of it all. At best, they'll grin and bear it. At worst, they can become resentful and bitter towards their position in life (see: DRK). Thankfully, spending time with loved ones helps mitigate this negativity. They are taking a well earned rest after the events of Endwalker, but are prepared to dive back into the fray should the world need them. They are fond of foraging when they have the opportunity, and their special interest in chocobos lends itself well to breeding and competing at the Gold Saucer. Sometimes, they give in to the irresistible urge to run around open landscapes before rolling around on the ground.

q. Why should YOU win? (Answer IC!) a. Umm… a vote for me is a vote for the eorzean autism alliance :)

#💎 shout #💎 round one

[housedeaubemarle]

A House Call: Epilogue du Oudine

Follows after the events of 'A House Call'.

~*~

On the same day that two servants of House Aubemarle delivered their employer’s messages in the morning, two highborn Ishgardians sit down to afternoon tea in the Viscount’s personal study. The Dowager is having her afternoon repose, so there is no danger of being interrupted. 

Which is why there is no hesitancy in one of them speaking in a rather disbelieving tone, “Let me see if I have this right. As penance for this social transgression, you dropped right into their laps: invitations to events where you undoubtedly will introduce them personally to your inner circles, access to two extremely popular entertainment venues to increase their chances of being noticed and spoken to, new custom designs by one of our foremost fashion houses and free, efficient transportation. And you even included treats.”

Oudine breathes in the sweet fragrance of her mulled tea, tinged with spices she couldn’t name. Ishgardian tea was all well and good, but the stronger taste of Ul’dah’s beverage is a better comfort in times of consternation.

“Yes. Though Etoile is already acquainted with them by happenstance, and I'm not entirely sure what such experienced traders and travellers who’ve seen the ravages of a Garlean occupation would need with mere Chocobos, so perhaps those don't count.”

“Oudine de Aubemarle, you’ve basically handed them the key to the city.”

“Don't exaggerate, Vliaisse; House Losstarot is still related to all four High Houses of Ishgard. This is just-”

“Just? What is ‘just’ about these favours they have received? This isn't even counting how often and how much you've mentioned ‘my lords Joshua and Isillud Losstarot’ in such glowing terms as to directly contradict the rumours of their false claims to the title. I was right there when you told Lord Hugenot himself you had had the pleasure of their visit, hoping to further their acquaintance, a fresh addition to the usual faces in Ishgard etcetera etcetera!”

Oudine has to smile. “Your memory is truly a marvel, my dear.”

“For Fury’s sake, debutantes would have sold a kidney for a box at the theatre, their soul for the invitation to the Maintigny ball - I hear that Valentione and Lanencourt are already answered for. There're rumours speculating which of the Fortemps themselves will be there -  not just if they'll go, look you. Then there's your mother's concert. Your aunt de Hellyes always attends with Lord Domin himself, and let me guess: your aunt Vaillant and her progeny have said they will come.” When Oudine nods, Vliaisse throws up one hand in exasperation. “That puts everything in place then, from Aubemarle to Vaillant to Durendaire if they know what they're about. And from what you've told me, at least one of them knows how to do this little highborn cotillion of ours. They'll go from heretical outcasts to belles of the ball in a month!”

“I doubt a month will be enough.”

“Three months then, after the child lord attains majority,” says Vliaisse dismissively. “Are they cognisant of the honours given them? Have you considered what will happen if your efforts are for nothing? If they squander all the apologies you thought necessary?”

Oudine sighs. “I have. It still ought to have been done, even if they give me the cut direct in future.”

Vliaisse raises an eyebrow. “Good gods, darling, you didn't murder the man in your home. Was it really so bad as that? Your mother, respectfully, is famous for her uncongeniality. If they are as highborn as they claim, and have intention to make headway in your circles, they ought to have been more prepared. You just said the Losstarots are kin to all the High Houses - why then begin with Aubemarle?”

Oudine doesn’t answer, merely looking coolly at her friend. A pair of sharp eyes, blue as the waters of the Rhotano Sea, return a steady gaze. 

She breathes out, setting her cup down. “I can only suppose they heard of the Viscount de Aubemarle’s naivete.”

Vliaisse tsks disapprovingly. “Come now, self-pity is not the thing. You are a grown woman of thirty two, not a child.”

“If you persist in cutting up my good offices and casting shadows over the pieces, then I shall indulge in as much sulking as I like.”

The other Elezen frowns a little more at her before relenting. “Very well. Still, let us have the full account. I’ll not make a peep till you are done.” Her hand reaches across to pat Oudine’s soothingly.

Mollified, the Viscount narrates the short but eventful morning call that day, her mother’s testing of the new head of House Losstarot, the mystifying perspicaciousness of Lord Isillud and the unintentioned offence which had been committed.

Vliaisse does as she promised, listening patiently and keenly. For Oudine’s sake, she holds back a laugh at the part about the eclair, then frowns towards the ending.

“So, Vliaisse? Did the error merit such apologies?”

The darker skinned woman shakes her head slowly. “Well… if I were in your shoes, an invitation to the concert and Mr Ofanleitasyn's pastries would honestly have answered. But,” she says quickly when Oudine looks distressed. “We all know of your usual generosity in normal circumstances. Now that you are the one who has erred, I understand better.”

There is a short pause before Vliaisse continues, carefully. “You must realise that in the grand, crude, scheme of things, they have won. If they don’t act accordingly…” it will be the fault of House Aubemarle for pushing their reintroduction.

Oudine twists her lips in a grimace. “Yes, if one must put it that way. But I would rather be a gracious loser.” The memory of Joshua's eager curiosity and Isillud's soothing reassurance cannot but surface. 

“I want to believe in them, Vliaisse. When men return from the dead, I would rather not bury them back in the earth. Besides, sins of the father should not be inherited by the sons.”

Vliaisse notes the faraway look in Oudine's eyes. She and Remont had always been close, and closer still after their father's death; to have her brother necessarily faraway created a space within Oudine that no one else really filled. And for one who exerted herself so much in public, those she could be at ease with behind closed doors were fewer than Vliaisse thought was healthy. 

She sighs. “I suppose the hammer that accidentally strikes fingers instead of the nail still produces bruises, in spite of its intentions. And for someone as composed as Lord Isillud, it must have been a particularly large one.”

“Yes. And if I think of someone bruising me in relation to my own mother…” Oudine makes a low dissatisfied grunt. 

“...the Dowager does not deserve you.”

Oudine has to smile at that familiar phrase. “Don’t be too hard on her. More than half of those apologies were through her sole arrangements.”

“What, even Cant and Candour?”

“Even that. She promised her patronage for one future production in exchange. Not,” she lifts her hand to forestall Vliaisse's next comment. “Aubemarle money. Her own.”

Vliaisse closes her mouth. “Hmm.” There’s a moment’s pause, then she leans in, whispering theatrically, “I don’t suppose she’s lost a marble or two?”

“Vliaisse!” but Oudine is laughing now, and at least the air is some degrees lighter. They resume sipping their teas in a comfortable quiet.

Vliaisse stirs her cup contemplatively. “Still, at the end of the day, one has to wonder why such a story set him off. I see no harm in learning what one’s mother was like before one’s birth.”

Oudine shakes her head. “I meant what I said in my letter: sacred ground. ‘Tis not for you nor I nor Mamma to touch.” She takes a swig of her warm tea, pauses and says, “Mamma said Lord Isillud needs more armour if he is to stay here. I wonder if he has not already too much armour in some other way - the kind that makes his eyes glow so… preternaturally green.”

“...Oudine, you’re related.”

The Viscount instantly swats her friend’s hand. “I was not going in that direction, and you know it. Ridiculous to even suggest it.”

“Yes, since you don’t specialise in eclairs-”

“Vliaisse Vilauclaire!”

Vliaisse giggles. “Whatever Lord Isillud de Losstarot is or is not, he had best be ready. Even without your involvement, his appearance alone has stirred up the hornet's nest, as has Lord Joshua’s youth, to say nothing of the unspeakable reason they vanished from Ishgard five years ago. The gossips will have much material to work with in the coming months. To think I only anticipated explosions from the Fiouront affair. What, have you not heard the latest? Seems the heir has…”

Oudine props her cheek up with one hand, letting her friend draw her into the familiar but ever-roiling rhythm of other highborn scandals. Her own brush with it has taught her she has more stomach for being a spectator.

I have done my part, Losstarots, and so has Mamma. It shall not be the fault of Aubemarle if you do not regain your footing.

-

End.

#ffxiv oc #ffxiv rp #ffxiv oc lore #oudine de aubemarle #vliaisse vilauclaire #isillud losstarot #joshua losstarot

[beastofmoss]

Companion: Deshan Lavellan

Introduction: After meeting Mother Giselle in Hinterlands, a Dalish trader will approach the Herald-offering their services to the cause.

If the Herald is Dalish:

A Lavellan Herald will be able to set their relationship with Deshan with certain dialogue choices. If Lavellan is a mage, Deshan's younger brother -Viveras- will be the Clan's second.

Deshan's answers will be clearer or vaguer depending on the relationship set by Lavellan. They will mention that many Keepers are interested in what the Inquisition will have planned after the Breach is closed. 

If their relationship is set as friends- they will mention that they're a spy and can gather information for Leliana.

Deshan will be more open and friendly with another Lavellan. 

If Herald is non-Dalish:

Deshan will offer crafters to work with Ironbark and information-only hints at their spy position.

Deshan will call the Herald/Inquisitor by their last name unless asked otherwise.

Romance:

Deshan can be romanced by any race or gender. Flirting is possible, although romance scenes can appear after the High approval/Friendship scene. Romance can be affected by Hardening or Softening Deshan.

Hardening/Softening can be affected by five event:

The five events are: After In Your Heart Shall Burn, Two Peas in a Pod(Intro to Viveras), After Wicked Eyes and Wicked Hearts, After What Pride had Wrought, Innocence Lost (Personal quest)

I choosed 5 events due to trying to avoid what they did with Leliana(I hardened her accidentally during my first playthrough of DAI). You can choose hard options, yet get a soften Deshan-all you need to do is to make sure that 3/5 events you choose the soften option. If that makes sense?

Hardened:

 This is when Deshan will throw themselves into their work as a spy, pushing away their loved ones for the "greater good" of the elves. In a sense, they die as a person to fill their role as Spy/Assassian. If romanced, Deshan will break up with the Inquisitor. The Inquisitor can still have high approval with them, but they will emotionally close off to them (still with a warm smile on their face). They will stay with the Inqusitior between the end of the game to Trespasser, although they are working as Spy for Solas and they will join him by the end of Trespasser.

Softened:

This is when Deshan will take a step back from their work, letting their loved ones in and healing from their past trauma. If High approval, they will stay with the Inquisition, and stay by the Inquisitor's side during the two years before Trespasser. They are more emotionally open with the Inquisitor. If Romanced, Deshan can be available for marriage in Trespasser.

If neither Solas nor Deshan is romanced, they will start a relationship together. Although they will break up after What Pride had Wrought (Crestwood scene). 

If high approval and soften, The Inquisitor could comfort them. Especially after the loss of their vallaslin. 

If hardened, Deshan will just smile and assure the Inquisitor that they are fine. 

High approval V. Low approval:

Deshan's high approval scene will be them roping in the Inquisitor into stealing oranges with them and eating them out in the rain. They will talk about how during Arlathven-they stole oranges with their little brother and ate them in the rain like this. They will admit that the inquisitor surprised them and that they enjoy the inquisitor’s friendship thanking the Inquisitor.

Deshan’s low approval scene is them gently confronting the Inqusitior with a smile on their face, questioning their methods and beliefs with calm yet directed anger. They will keep their words vague, but they will threaten the Inquisitior with honeyed words. 

Personal Quest:

Two Peas in a Pod- This is where Viveras is introduced and can be added into the Inner circle. He will show up much to Deshan's surprise. Deshan will demand that Viveras return home. The Inquisitor can choose to have Viveras join (soften although with disapproval), or send him away (hardened with approval). 

Innocence Lost- Work in progress, but it's more or less confronting Deshan's guilt about deaths on their hands. When they were younger, they were set on a warpath to avenge their parents- only to realize too late the damage they have caused.

Still a wip. This will happen after What Pride had Wrought and will be determined to soften or harden Deshan.

Tarot Cards:

Deshan will start with Hanged Man. If softened, their card will be Death and if not, their card will be the Devil. 

If Deshan is softened and in a romance, their card will be Ten of Pentacles. If Deshan is hardened and in romance, their card will be Three of Swords. 

Battle Comments

Killing An Enemy:

Ir Abelas

Halam Sahlin

Ar tu na’lin emma mi

I will make this swift.

May the Dread Wolf take you!

Dirthara-ma!

Falon’Din enasal enaste.

Low Health:

I need a little help over here.

Ma halani! Help me!

I’m bleeding!

Fen’harel’s naked tit, someone help me!

Low Health Companions:

Fenedhis!

Inquisitor:

Cadash/Lavellan/Adaar/Treveylan needs help!

If romanced:

Emma lath, hold on!

Cole: 

Nene needs help!

Cole, back off!

Viveras:

Pollito come back!

Fenedhis, Viveras! Get back here.

Solas:

Solas needs help!

Solas looks paler than normal!

Dorian:

Mustache needs help!

Dorian, let me help!

Fallen Companions:

Inquisitor:

Cadash/Lavellan/Adaar/Treveylen’s down!

You okay?

If romanced:

I won’t let them take you!

Stay with me, emma lath!

Don’t leave me!

Viveras:

Pollito, I told you to stay back!

Fenedhis, Viveras-stay with me!

I can’t lose you, too!

Cole:

Cole’s down!

Cole! 

We’re almost done, Cole, hold on!

Solas:

Solas, I told you to back off!

Fen’harel’s naked tit, Solas!

Stay with me!

If Solas/Deshan romanced:

Emma lath, hold on!

I won’t let them take you!

Stay with me, please!

Dorian:

Dorian!

Hold on, Dorian, I’ll get you!

#deshan lavellan #im so mentally ill #i love thinking of my blorbos as companions for stuff #:D #dragon age inquisition #dragon age #? #a bit of #solavellan

[dalekofchaos]

Eternal Emperor Vader au

Imagine that Darth Vader and Luke worked together to kill Palpatine like Rey and Kylo did.

Vader cements himself in the dark side by killing his master. Luke and Vader declares a peace that would last as long as one did not attack the other. The Empire regrouped and retreated into the Unknown Regions under Vader's leadership, while The New Republic is born.

The New Republic was born and began to heal the galaxy. Luke's new Jedi Order was founded. Mon Mothma as the Chancellor with Leia as Vice Chair. Han and Lando are the Ministers of Defense and Chewbacca is Ambassador to Kashyyyk. The New Republic did not demilitarize their fleet. They instead build and improve their fleet and build Star Defenders to combat the Star Destroyers. To defend their systems, fight the criminal syndicates and prepare for the eventual upcoming war with Emperor Vader.

The Empire is rebuilding it's strength after the defeat at Endor. Thrawn, Gideon, General Veers and Sloane are Vader's inner circle. Vader killed Rax the moment he learned of Palpatine's contingency plans. Vader found Galen Marek and turned him into his apprentice, his Starkiller, the final Inquisitor. Eventually Vader found Exegol. Killed Palpatine and took the Final Order's Sith Fleet for himself. Anyone and everyone loyal to Palpatine is dead. The Empire has become The New Sith Empire. On Exegol, the SIth Temple was reopened, similar to how The First Order abducted children for the new Sith Order.

The Sith have begun to infiltrate the New Republic which begins a cold war between the Sith and the New Republic. Then one day, the day that destroys everything Leia has built. The revelation that Darth Vader is Leia's father. Leia is shunned from The New Republic and this very event is what tips the balance to making this cold war hot.

Ben Solo's betrayal. Ben feels betrayed. All his life he was told the good man that his grandfather was. Hero of the Republic and Jedi Knight of the Jedi Council and that he died sacrificing his life to save the Jedi from The Emperor. He was lied to and he was consumed by rage and betrayal. Luke attempts to stop Ben's anger, but Ben attacks him and leaves him for dead. He gathers his 6 best friends and together they kill the New Jedi Order and venture to find Emperor Vader.

Ben Solo and his fellow Jedi become Kylo Ren and the Knights Of Ren and Vader's Elite Sith Warriors.

Luke flees to Ach-To. He has failed. The war that he was dreading is here and he has himself to blame for not telling Ben the truth.

Out of guilt and shame for failing his son. Han leaves to be a smuggler again. Hoping one day he can make things right with Leia and bring their son home.

Leia lost her son, her father has returned to wage war on her and destroy everything she has worked so hard to build, her brother went into hiding and Han left. Leia has no choice but to lead The Resistance.

Same things that happen in canon happens, but differently

Finn is abducted by The Sith Empire, but not by Phasma. By Iden Versio. Because Operation Cinder never happened, Iden never defects. Iden becomes what Phasma became, only she's a die hard believer and Finn and his squadron is the next generation of Inferno Squad

Poe Dameron is the son of Rebel heroes and is NOT a drug smuggler(fuck you JJ) he is taught by his father.

Rey is left on Jakku, but not because it was done to protect her by junk traders. It was done because her parents were scum. Her father was rejected by Palpatine and left to die and marooned on Jakku. They had Rey, but had nothing. They saw no value in Rey and sold her so they can get off of Jakku. Rey in a fit of rage kills them with the dark side. The trauma of it cuts Rey off from the force and represses the memory.

Paige Tico is the Y-Wing Bomber in Poe's Squadron and Rose Tico is the Intelligence Officer in The New Republic

Kylo Ren, Julian Veers(Veers' son replacing Hux) and Iden Versio are this version of the First Order's Triumvirate

Kylo Ren and Starkiller are at war with each other, each covet the throne from Vader and all they are waiting for is one sign of weakness and they will kill each other for to become Vader's heir.

However there is one thing that could turn the Empire against Vader. A cult of Palpatine loyalists lead by Snoke escaped Exegol and have one mission. Find the true Emperor's granddaughter. Train her and help her become the Empress and destroy the Skywalkers and bring a new age of darkness to the galaxy.

Or can the heirs of Vader and Palpatine come together and bring balance to the force and end this war and the eternal struggle between light and darkness?

I'd say Episode VII is about Vader's return and the beginnings of the war, bringing Han and Leia together, Han's death at the hands of his son, Rey/Finn vs Kylo, but ending with Finn finding Luke. What about Rey? After defeating Kylo Ren. She heard a voice. "Come find me Rey and find your belonging and your rightful place in this galaxy" Rey went to Snoke, while Chewey saved

Episode VIII. Allout war. After the destruction of Hosnian Prime, The New Republic joined forces with The Resistance and declared war on The Sith Empire. The connection between Rey and Ben is formed. But this gains the attentions of Starkiller. Starkiller saw the weakness in Kylo after his defeat at the hands of the scavenger, but now his sentiment just gives him the need to kill Kylo Ren once and for all. Poe and Paige are on the frontlines. Rose works with Leia to discover a way to disable the Xyston Class Star Destroyer lasers in order to prevent as much destruction as possible. Finn is able to pull Luke out of his exile. How? You see, Finn is Luke's son. The Sith Eternal abducted Finn before Luke and Mara could act. The abduction of Finn and the revelation of Vader being Anakin being revealed galaxy wide is what left Luke open to Ben's betrayal. Now that Finn is here, Luke knows he has to make this right. He spends the rest of the movie training Finn. Rey finds her way to Snoke. Snoke reveals the truth to Rey and this shakes her to her very core. One thing that Leia did not count on. Vader has arrived. He boards her ship like he did so long ago. She allows Rose to escape, while she confronts her father. Vader gives her a chance to surrender and join the dark side, it's the only way she can see her son. Leia takes her Lightsaber "I'm a Jedi, like my father once was" "So be it. Jedi" and so we get Vader vs Leia, while Rose enacts the plan to destroy the Xyston-Class fleet. Think the Mass Shadow Generator from KOTOR II, that is EXACTLY what Rose does. Kylo Ren and Starkiller fights in Fortress Vader. while Rey fights Snoke. Kylo Ren kills Starkiller to assume his place at Vader's side. Rey kills Snoke to free herself, she thought she was free until she hears a sinister voice. "You done well, my granddaughter." Meanwhile In the fight between Vader and Leia. Leia proclaims that she knew he was a good man, that her mother loved him, but that man is dead and all that's left is Vader. Vader aims to kill her and Leia gives herself to the force like Obi-Wan. Luke and Finn comes to the rescue and the New Republic rallies behind them. Vader and Luke have a staredown. Finn meets Rose, Rose is in awe of Finn, but Finn is just as in awe in Rose after Poe told her what she did, they congratulate each other and shook hands, a sure sign of friendship and something more. Finn feels distraught. They saved everyone, but they lost Leia and Rey is still missing. Luke tells his son "we have everything we need"

Episode IX. The battle of Coruscant. Stormtrooper Rebellion and the fate of the galaxy. Luke vs Vader. Rey vs Kylo vs Finn. Finn, Poe and Rose work together to stir up a Stormtrooper Rebellion. Finn faces Iden. When Iden has Finn down where she wants, Rose shoots her and Finn cuts her down with the lightsaber. Together Finn and Rose free his brothers and sisters. Ben has conflict. Despite everything he's done, his mother's death changed everything. She lied to him, but he still loved her. He thought his true place was by Vader's side, but this bond with Rey helped show that it's not too late that he can still come back. But Rey changed, she shut him out completely. Ben goes to Finn. Finn is defensive, but senses this is not the same man he fought on Starkiller Base. The final battle between the New Republic and the Sith Empire takes place over and on Coruscant. Luke faces Vader, while Rey and Ben face Empress Rey. Killing Leia changed Vader. a light he never thought possible was there. Luke tells his father it's not too late. No one's ever really gone. For once in his life. Vader shows remorse. Then suddenly force lightning. Empress Rey seeks to finish off Luke and Vader. Ben and Finn are there to try and reach the real Rey. For a brief moment, Anakin Skywalker returns. He takes the essence of Palpatine within him and tells everyone to end it once and for all. Rey, Finn and Ben kill Vader and Palpatine, ending the war once and for all. The movie ends with Lando as Chancellor and signing a peace treaty with Thrawn and Sloane. Finn and Rose get married, Luke rebuilds the Jedi Order. While both Ben and Rey go on a path of atonement to right their wrongs and a ends on a kiss in the Falcon.

#Star Wars #Darth Vader #Kylo Ren #Emperor Vader #Luke Skywalker #Ben Solo #Han Solo #Leia Organa #Rey #Finn #Reylo #Iden Versio

[morganaseren]

Hi! In line with Josephine and Niamh, what would it be like if they're were both ambassadors who worked frequently with each other???

Oh! Well, as luck would have it, I have a WIP regarding that type of scenario too! It's not as fleshed-out as my other Niamh/Josephine AU, which is why I originally opted to post that one up instead. 😂 Anyway, here is a list of my current thoughts for this verse thus far!

Things to Know:

No Blight of Darkspawn threat.

The Circle of Magi doesn’t exist, so mages live freely.

The Veil was never torn apart, so elves also live freely in addition to being rather long-lived.

This verse will take place around the Inquisition timeline in 9:41 Dragon since that's also around the same time Josephine would be trying to restore her family's landed trader status in Orlais. As such, Josephine would be 28 and Niamh 33.

Since The Landsmeet consists of various noble houses and operates as official legislative body in Ferelden outside of the King and/or Queen, Niamh has been serving as her family's liaison within it since she was 19.

However, Niamh was given the title of Royal Archmage at age 23 during Queen Anora's coronation since she'd been instrumental in helping the other woman secure her place on the throne following the untimely death of King Cailan a year earlier. Enough of The Landsmeet had argued Alistair, Cailan's half-brother, should be crowned instead since he was next in line to rule. As a close friend of his, however, Niamh knew Alistair was terrified of such a prospect since being King was never something he wanted.

As a means of giving Alistair a way out, Niamh gathered evidence detailing just how much more involved Anora was in various legislative and diplomatic matters around the country in comparison to her late husband. This succeeded in overturning several crucial hold-out votes within The Landsmeet, and Anora was declared Queen.

Because of Niamh's initiative in the matter, however, many were able to see her utter brilliance in diplomacy closehand. As such, no one objected when she was raised in position to be a part of Anora's inner circle as Royal Archmage, serving as the country's lead strategist and ambassador.

Niamh's largely been well-respected in various diplomatic circles around Thedas by the time Josephine enters the scene in her early twenties. There would definitely some initial hero worship on Josephine's part when they meet, but I think Niamh would also be interested in watching how Josephine's career unfolds, given what she's heard of her accomplishments thus far.

They cross paths frequently over the years—enough that they make the time to get together for lunch or some such whenever they're both in the same city. While they try not to involve work too much in their discussions, it does happen on occasion. By then, however, they respect one another's abilities enough to where they both often act as a sounding board for the other to gather their thoughts and brainstorm plans to see them through.

They do share gossip when it comes to the dignitaries they have to work with though and give each other strategies on how to best deal with them. "Duke Von Ahn enjoys hearing himself talk, which can be rather problematic when one is working on a limited timeframe. He has a weakness for those little truffles found in the chocolaterie near the waterside though. Kindly ply him with a few if you're trying to get the meeting back on schedule."

When Josephine becomes Antiva's Chief Ambassador to Orlais, Niamh's thrilled for her, and she travels to Orlais for the resulting masquerade in her honor. It's a type of event that Niamh rarely volunteers to go outside of official matters, and her closest friends and relatives definitely pick up on that right away... 😏

Nothing in their immediate friendship changes with one another though—at least not until Josephine's messengers are consequently killed when she tries to restore her family's trading status.

Knowing that Josephine's in danger definitely jumpstarts a lot of Niamh's feelings, especially when an unexpected—but ultimately unsuccessful—assassination attempt on Josephine's life occurs.

They probably share a mutual love confession just as the matter with the House of Repose and all the legal red tape gets settled.

Of course, in true dramatic fashion, their new relationship gets rocked when Josephine's parents arrange a betrothal of their daughter to Lord Otranto, completely unaware Josephine's in love with Niamh. 🤣

While I don't envision an actual duel between Niamh and Otranto happening in this verse, I can imagine NIamh going to great lengths to prove her love and devotion to Josephine. If you're familiar with the floating lantern scene in Tangled, then imagine Niamh arranging several hundred of these to be made (she had to pull in so many favors by her friends and family to get this done on time 😂) in honor of Josephine's birthday in Antiva, which she attends.

The lanterns get released that same evening ("One last birthday present! I promise!"), but since Niamh still has access to magic in most of her AUs, she uses her powers to crowd some of the lanterns together in specific patterns to spell out a message that leaves most of the party's guests completely astonished. Josephine is as equally dumbfounded as she rereads the words displayed so prominently in the night sky, but it isn't until she catches sight of Niamh kneeling before her, ring in hand, that they finally register to her.

Niamh's speech as she proposes: "I know I can't wreathe you in all the stars in heaven that you so rightfully deserve, but I can only hope this humble attempt will be enough. Josephine, will you do me the greatest honor by becoming my wife?"

And there you have it! I'm sorry that I don't have an actual scene for this AU written just yet, but I hope you like the little ideas I have so far! Thanks for sending this in!

#lee's inbox #josephine montilyet #female cousland/josephine montilyet #lee's au ideas #OTP: And the Colors are Golden and Bright Again #AU: When the Currents Circle Back Again

[theredtours]

How did you even get the leaked versions of the song? I'm ETERNALLY grateful but also SO CURIOUS. Steve from the Inner Circle is shaking.

There are several sites that leakers/traders use to get them. I just happened to be lucky enough to have awesome friends who linked me to one such site right when they hit the servers.

Steve is not the only one who had access to songs, though, and I think that's what a lot of people tend to forget. Yes, he had the majority, but he wasn't the only person to have ties to record industry people or hackers. Just something to consider.

#anonymous #ask #text