#||muse: voe||

[mayxthexforce]

Get Your Diagnosis Here

Tagged by: @kylo-wrecked

Tagging: @mutatiio, @corruptedforce, @honorhunt, @commandsir, @warsavant, @galaccias, @pracses, @tacticalvalor, @thrawnur.

Voe

Voe has appeared! What to do?

Play dead

Brush off

Confess

Hug

[mayxthexforce]

@kylo-wrecked

normalize being divorced without ever being married or having a romantic relationship or even necessarily mutually liking each other at all in the first place

[unironicallycringe]

man I just kinda sometimes think about how they wrote canon gerudo Like That and then I'm like "whew, glad I have fanfiction so that I can pretend the gerudo are Not Like That"

[kylo-wrecked]

🖤 from Voe :3c

{ from this meme }

attractiveness:

repulsive / hideous / ugly / not attractive / unappealing / not unattractive / meh / no preference / ok / mildly attractive / nice looking / cute / adorable / attractive / pleasant on the eyes / good looking / hot / sexy / beautiful / gorgeous / hot damn / would tap that / perfect / godlike / holy fuck there are no words.

personality:

grating / irritating / frustrating / boring / confusing at best / awkward / unreasonable / psychotic / disturbing / interesting / engaging / affectionate / aggressive / ambitious / anxious / artistic / bad tempered / bossy / charismatic / appealing / unappealing / creative / courageous / dependable / unreliable / unpredictable / predictable / devious / dim / extroverted / introverted / egotistical / gregarious / fabulous / impulsive / intelligent / sympathetic / talkative / up beat / peaceful / calming / badass / flexible.

how likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending!!! / fuck no!!!! / never / no way / not likely / not sure / indifferent / I’m asexual / maybe / probably / it depends / fairly likely / likely / yeah sure / yes / would tap that / hell yes / fuck yes! / wishing that could happen right now / as many times as possible / we are already having sex.

level of friendship:

never in a million years / worst of enemies / enemies / rivals / indifferent / neutral / acquaintance / friendly toward each other / casual friends / friends / good friends / best friends / fuck buddies / bosom buddies / practically the same person / would die for them / true friends / my only friend.

first impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

current impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

Voe: I hate you. >:T

Ren: I know. :)

[mayxthexforce]

Muses As Teenagers

Tagged by: @kylo-wrecked (THANK YOUUUU 🤗)

Tagging: anyone who wants to do it!

Voe Markona

[mayxthexforce]

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@kylo-wrecked

@mutatiio

@nieithryn

@corruptedforce

@sithisms

real

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What's Your Role In A Found Family Dynamic?

Tagged by: @kylo-wrecked (thank you! 💕)

Tagging: @corruptedforce, @galaccias, @ofthestcrs, @protectxthem, @foundjarin, @honorhunt, and anyone else who wants to do it!

Bossk

the silent sufferer you love your friends, but the truth is, you go through most of the real things alone. it's better that no one sees you like this. you'll be fine, really, because you're used to feeling this way. it'll pass. it always does. that's what you believe, anyway. you're more likely to give someone advice on a lesson you've learned without telling them how you learned it. you've come to realize that, if they're coming to you for advice, they'll be too preoccupied to ask. it stings, but it's... that's just the way feelings work sometimes. when you're around others, most of these problems seem to vanish, and you're better able to love the person you are. only on the worst days do you continue to hear that insistent whisper that it's, "all a lie because they don't know what's *really* going on." it's not a lie. you are loved. those moments together are real. there are times when you can afford not to be so strong.

Cal Kestis

the brains people are not so much your forte. you are more at home with thoughts, ideas, hobbies, skills. as such, you probably have to learn how to work well with others--but once you do, hey, it has its moments. while you are treasured for your ability to solve problems, people also have this unique love of novelty. when you break from your schedule, when you say something no one is expecting--that's novel. you are as curious and lovable as the subjects you study. you are family. this place is not the same without your witty comments and wry observations. you definitely feel more comfortable when someone needs a straightforward answer than a shoulder to cry on, but it's not impossible to give both. know that your family loves you for more than that, though, and will (usually) remember to respect your boundaries.

Galen Marek

the brains people are not so much your forte. you are more at home with thoughts, ideas, hobbies, skills. as such, you probably have to learn how to work well with others--but once you do, hey, it has its moments. while you are treasured for your ability to solve problems, people also have this unique love of novelty. when you break from your schedule, when you say something no one is expecting--that's novel. you are as curious and lovable as the subjects you study. you are family. this place is not the same without your witty comments and wry observations. you definitely feel more comfortable when someone needs a straightforward answer than a shoulder to cry on, but it's not impossible to give both. know that your family loves you for more than that, though, and will (usually) remember to respect your boundaries.

Goran Beviin

the protective one it does not require much for you to take someone under your wing. you have a knack for seeing the best in others and rooting for them, and they look up to you in turn. they feel that you are safe to go to in times of chaos or strife, and are calmed by your presence. you take extra measures to make sure everyone feels supported. things that others might not even consider, you have already likely accounted for. in most scenarios, you are "the leader." your struggles tend to come from your desire to provide things to others. you want to give, to see those you love happy, to make wherever you are a place of comfort. your failures hit you hard because you see this as your responsibility, and you hate to let people down. ...okay, yes, there's no avoiding it: this is the parent friend.

Kad Solus

the hermit who helps at first, you were a resource for the established characters to turn to, but you quickly began to steal the show due to your personality, your usefulness, or your inherently interesting perspective on life. you were pretty much already able to provide for yourself, but the next thing you know, these people are growing on you. instead of asking favors, it becomes an invitation to socialize. you find yourself sticking around for no apparent reason other than you like it here. the people are fun to watch, if nothing else, but ultimately they're just--oh no. oh no, you care about them. you always thought you stayed away from this "relationship" stuff for a reason. it gets messy and isn't worth it unless it really works. for some reason, this group really works. these weirdos are now your weirdos, and if anything happens to them, there will be hell to pay. you were basically already looking after them before this, after all. welcome to the family, hermit.

Leia Organa

the brains people are not so much your forte. you are more at home with thoughts, ideas, hobbies, skills. as such, you probably have to learn how to work well with others--but once you do, hey, it has its moments. while you are treasured for your ability to solve problems, people also have this unique love of novelty. when you break from your schedule, when you say something no one is expecting--that's novel. you are as curious and lovable as the subjects you study. you are family. this place is not the same without your witty comments and wry observations. you definitely feel more comfortable when someone needs a straightforward answer than a shoulder to cry on, but it's not impossible to give both. know that your family loves you for more than that, though, and will (usually) remember to respect your boundaries.

Luke Skywalker

the "comic relief" yes, alright, you tell your jokes and do your bits. you break awkward silences and sing silly songs. but what about when you're not keeping the levity? what else makes up the person who makes others feel good? you're kind. you connect with people. you hate to see others sad. you have a vice or two--who doesn't--but the point is, you are the epitome of what it is to be human, and you are able to encompass the absolutely zany improbability of life as we know it. people are comforted by you. they cherish your spirit and relate to you. but it can be difficult when you're not laughing. comedy becomes a wall to keep worse feelings out, or in. a person who feels any emotion to the extreme will undoubtedly feel others the same way. laughing is great, but... perhaps a big reason you appreciate your family is because there's something you can't stand in a silence.

Medrit Vasur

the protective one it does not require much for you to take someone under your wing. you have a knack for seeing the best in others and rooting for them, and they look up to you in turn. they feel that you are safe to go to in times of chaos or strife, and are calmed by your presence. you take extra measures to make sure everyone feels supported. things that others might not even consider, you have already likely accounted for. in most scenarios, you are "the leader." your struggles tend to come from your desire to provide things to others. you want to give, to see those you love happy, to make wherever you are a place of comfort. your failures hit you hard because you see this as your responsibility, and you hate to let people down. ...okay, yes, there's no avoiding it: this is the parent friend.

Merrin

the brains people are not so much your forte. you are more at home with thoughts, ideas, hobbies, skills. as such, you probably have to learn how to work well with others--but once you do, hey, it has its moments. while you are treasured for your ability to solve problems, people also have this unique love of novelty. when you break from your schedule, when you say something no one is expecting--that's novel. you are as curious and lovable as the subjects you study. you are family. this place is not the same without your witty comments and wry observations. you definitely feel more comfortable when someone needs a straightforward answer than a shoulder to cry on, but it's not impossible to give both. know that your family loves you for more than that, though, and will (usually) remember to respect your boundaries.

Sabé

the silent sufferer you love your friends, but the truth is, you go through most of the real things alone. it's better that no one sees you like this. you'll be fine, really, because you're used to feeling this way. it'll pass. it always does. that's what you believe, anyway. you're more likely to give someone advice on a lesson you've learned without telling them how you learned it. you've come to realize that, if they're coming to you for advice, they'll be too preoccupied to ask. it stings, but it's... that's just the way feelings work sometimes. when you're around others, most of these problems seem to vanish, and you're better able to love the person you are. only on the worst days do you continue to hear that insistent whisper that it's, "all a lie because they don't know what's *really* going on." it's not a lie. you are loved. those moments together are real. there are times when you can afford not to be so strong.

Tahiri Veila

Pre-Shaping

the protective one it does not require much for you to take someone under your wing. you have a knack for seeing the best in others and rooting for them, and they look up to you in turn. they feel that you are safe to go to in times of chaos or strife, and are calmed by your presence. you take extra measures to make sure everyone feels supported. things that others might not even consider, you have already likely accounted for. in most scenarios, you are "the leader." your struggles tend to come from your desire to provide things to others. you want to give, to see those you love happy, to make wherever you are a place of comfort. your failures hit you hard because you see this as your responsibility, and you hate to let people down. ...okay, yes, there's no avoiding it: this is the parent friend.

Post-Shaping

the silent sufferer you love your friends, but the truth is, you go through most of the real things alone. it's better that no one sees you like this. you'll be fine, really, because you're used to feeling this way. it'll pass. it always does. that's what you believe, anyway. you're more likely to give someone advice on a lesson you've learned without telling them how you learned it. you've come to realize that, if they're coming to you for advice, they'll be too preoccupied to ask. it stings, but it's... that's just the way feelings work sometimes. when you're around others, most of these problems seem to vanish, and you're better able to love the person you are. only on the worst days do you continue to hear that insistent whisper that it's, "all a lie because they don't know what's *really* going on." it's not a lie. you are loved. those moments together are real. there are times when you can afford not to be so strong.

Trace Martez

the hermit who helps at first, you were a resource for the established characters to turn to, but you quickly began to steal the show due to your personality, your usefulness, or your inherently interesting perspective on life. you were pretty much already able to provide for yourself, but the next thing you know, these people are growing on you. instead of asking favors, it becomes an invitation to socialize. you find yourself sticking around for no apparent reason other than you like it here. the people are fun to watch, if nothing else, but ultimately they're just--oh no. oh no, you care about them. you always thought you stayed away from this "relationship" stuff for a reason. it gets messy and isn't worth it unless it really works. for some reason, this group really works. these weirdos are now your weirdos, and if anything happens to them, there will be hell to pay. you were basically already looking after them before this, after all. welcome to the family, hermit.

Voe

the silent sufferer you love your friends, but the truth is, you go through most of the real things alone. it's better that no one sees you like this. you'll be fine, really, because you're used to feeling this way. it'll pass. it always does. that's what you believe, anyway. you're more likely to give someone advice on a lesson you've learned without telling them how you learned it. you've come to realize that, if they're coming to you for advice, they'll be too preoccupied to ask. it stings, but it's... that's just the way feelings work sometimes. when you're around others, most of these problems seem to vanish, and you're better able to love the person you are. only on the worst days do you continue to hear that insistent whisper that it's, "all a lie because they don't know what's *really* going on." it's not a lie. you are loved. those moments together are real. there are times when you can afford not to be so strong.

[mayxthexforce]

Where Does Your Power Lie?

Tagged by: @mutatiio (thanks! 💕)

Tagging: @honorhunt, @corruptedforce, @crowsandmurder (Obi-Wan), @galaccias (Rex, Cody, Fox, Fordo, Boba), @ofthestcrs (Ben/Kylo) @protectxthem (Boba), @foundjarin, @kylo-wrecked, and anyone else who wants to do it!

Bossk

the guts

you just know, don't you? you feel everything so deeply. your power is instinctual, primal. your power is only ever obvious when you need it to be, but it's never failed you. you always know when something has turned sour, you can always feel the shift in the atmosphere. you just do.

Cal

the eyes

you are always looking. ahead, back, up, down. you can see all the possibilities, all the consequences, all the stars. your power is steady, squinting, taking everything in. your power is glaring, shining. your strength is in tears of happiness, sorrow, anger, fear. your strength is in your ability to dream, to understand. and you are never the first to blink.

Feral

the legs

you are rooted. you know where you want to go. your strength is in your resolve, your determination. your power is running, dancing, resolute, trudging. your strength can weather storms and climb mountains. you cannot be moved unless you choose to, but if you so choose, you cannot be stopped.

Goran

the blood

oh it courses through you. your power is never outside of your periphery. it is always there, rushing and freezing and boiling. your strength is in how well you know yourself, and your abilities. you are acutely aware of your energy, and what bleeds you.

Leia

the blood

oh it courses through you. your power is never outside of your periphery. it is always there, rushing and freezing and boiling. your strength is in how well you know yourself, and your abilities. you are acutely aware of your energy, and what bleeds you.

Luke

the lungs

breathe, just breathe. whether it's to calm yourself or raise your voice, your control has always been your strength. in, out. you feel, you observe, you hold it in, and you release that which you cannot use. and you sing. and you sing.

Merrin

the mouth

sharp teeth, sharper tongue, all growl and bark and bite, bite, bite. your power is gritted teeth and set jaws, quick and powerful words, decisive actions. everything you do is so personal and vulnerable - the way you love, the way you are loved, the way you attack, the way you drink in and feast on life

Quinlan

the guts

you just know, don't you? you feel everything so deeply. your power is instinctual, primal. your power is only ever obvious when you need it to be, but it's never failed you. you always know when something has turned sour, you can always feel the shift in the atmosphere. you just do.

Sabé

the legs

you are rooted. you know where you want to go. your strength is in your resolve, your determination. your power is running, dancing, resolute, trudging. your strength can weather storms and climb mountains. you cannot be moved unless you choose to, but if you so choose, you cannot be stopped.

Trace

the hands

you can almost physically hold your power. creation comes easily to you, but so does destruction. your strength is in your physical interaction with the world. everything is so tactile. you push and you pull and you strike and you caress and you pray and you hold, hold, hold.

Voe

the guts

you just know, don't you? you feel everything so deeply. your power is instinctual, primal. your power is only ever obvious when you need it to be, but it's never failed you. you always know when something has turned sour, you can always feel the shift in the atmosphere. you just do.

[savesgalaxy]

xiv

[mayxthexforce]

@kylo-wrecked

F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Debutante

[mikrokosmcs]

sang  daejeong  -  humano  -  21  años  -  28  de  octubre  del  2001  -  escorpio  -  estudiante  de  traducción  e  interprete  /  heredero  de  mafia key  words:  mimado,  temperamental,  atencional  y  agresivo biografía universo  alterno:

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[mayxthexforce]

THREE ANGSTY QUIZES IN A ROW LET'S GO!

Tagged by: @kylo-wrecked (thanks!)

Tagging: @corruptedforce, @galaccias, @foundjarin, @ofthestcrs, @idontknowxflycasual, @honorhunt , @crowsandmurder (Obi-Wan), @mutatiio, @asycuwish, @protectxthem, and anyone else who wants to do it!

QUIZ LINKS:

How Do You Need To Be Comforted?

Where Do You Carry Your Pain?

What Shatters You?

Bossk

How Do You Need To Be Comforted?

to be distracted.

anything. anything to get your mind off of what is happening around you... your brain won't be silent, and you need someone to take the focus away from your whirling thoughts.

Where Do You Carry Your Pain?

your arms.

you have tried to hold onto what is dear to you, only for it to be wrenched from your hands...

What Shatters You?

betrayal.

you are so tired of giving your trust away, only to have it thrown back in your face... your heart has been broken, again and again, by those you've mistakenly believed in. "perhaps this time will be different", you say. my dear, it won't. your heart is too gullible for the cruel world around you

Cal

How Do You Need To Be Comforted?

to be held.

you need someone to wrap you up, squeezing together all the parts of you that feel broken. you crave being shielded away from the world, where no one can see you... no one can hurt you.

Where Do You Carry Your Pain?

your heart.

you have loved, and been hurt. your heart is tired, but cannot grow calloused...

What Shatters You?

betrayal.

you are so tired of giving your trust away, only to have it thrown back in your face... your heart has been broken, again and again, by those you've mistakenly believed in. "perhaps this time will be different", you say. my dear, it won't. your heart is too gullible for the cruel world around you

Goran

How Do You Need To Be Comforted?

to be reassured.

you need someone to talk to, to remind you that you will survive, that you are loved, that you are needed... because you are having a hard time believing it, yourself.

Where Do You Carry Your Pain?

your heart.

you have loved, and been hurt. your heart is tired, but cannot grow calloused...

What Shatters You?

sorrow.

this world takes and takes, and you cannot understand why... your heart cracks with each loss, and now, you fear it is only held together with fraying strings. perhaps you consider how simpler it would be not to care. but, would your soul allow you to?

Leia

How Do You Need To Be Comforted?

to be held.

you need someone to wrap you up, squeezing together all the parts of you that feel broken. you crave being shielded away from the world, where no one can see you... no one can hurt you.

Where Do You Carry Your Pain?

your legs.

you have struggled so long to carry the weight of this world on buckling knees... you fear what may happen if you drop it.

What Shatters You?

sorrow.

this world takes and takes, and you cannot understand why... your heart cracks with each loss, and now, you fear it is only held together with fraying strings. perhaps you consider how simpler it would be not to care. but, would your soul allow you to?

Luke

How Do You Need To Be Comforted?

to be held.

you need someone to wrap you up, squeezing together all the parts of you that feel broken. you crave being shielded away from the world, where no one can see you... no one can hurt you.

Where Do You Carry Your Pain?

your arms.

you have tried to hold onto what is dear to you, only for it to be wrenched from your hands...

What Shatters You?

exhaustion.

you have tried to be Atlas for far too long. your legs tremble and shoulders creak beneath the weight of the world you carry. every step forward is a battle, yet you soldier on... for what? when will you learn that you are allowed to lower your heavy burdens?

Merrin

How Do You Need To Be Comforted?

Where Do You Carry Your Pain?

to be reassured.

you need someone to talk to, to remind you that you will survive, that you are loved, that you are needed... because you are having a hard time believing it, yourself.

What Shatters You?

your arms.

you have tried to hold onto what is dear to you, only for it to be wrenched from your hands...

Quinlan

exhaustion.

you have tried to be Atlas for far too long. your legs tremble and shoulders creak beneath the weight of the world you carry. every step forward is a battle, yet you soldier on... for what? when will you learn that you are allowed to lower your heavy burdens?

How Do You Need To Be Comforted?

Where Do You Carry Your Pain?

to be reassured.

you need someone to talk to, to remind you that you will survive, that you are loved, that you are needed... because you are having a hard time believing it, yourself.

What Shatters You?

your heart.

you have loved, and been hurt. your heart is tired, but cannot grow calloused...

Trace

exhaustion.

you have tried to be Atlas for far too long. your legs tremble and shoulders creak beneath the weight of the world you carry. every step forward is a battle, yet you soldier on... for what? when will you learn that you are allowed to lower your heavy burdens?

How Do You Need To Be Comforted?

Where Do You Carry Your Pain?

to be reassured.

you need someone to talk to, to remind you that you will survive, that you are loved, that you are needed... because you are having a hard time believing it, yourself.

What Shatters You?

your heart.

you have loved, and been hurt. your heart is tired, but cannot grow calloused...

Sabé

sorrow.

this world takes and takes, and you cannot understand why... your heart cracks with each loss, and now, you fear it is only held together with fraying strings. perhaps you consider how simpler it would be not to care. but, would your soul allow you to?

How Do You Need To Be Comforted?

Where Do You Carry Your Pain?

to be distracted.

anything. anything to get your mind off of what is happening around you... your brain won't be silent, and you need someone to take the focus away from your whirling thoughts.

What Shatters You?

your legs.

you have struggled so long to carry the weight of this world on buckling knees... you fear what may happen if you drop it.

Voe

sorrow.

this world takes and takes, and you cannot understand why... your heart cracks with each loss, and now, you fear it is only held together with fraying strings. perhaps you consider how simpler it would be not to care. but, would your soul allow you to?

How Do You Need To Be Comforted?

to be reassured.

you need someone to talk to, to remind you that you will survive, that you are loved, that you are needed... because you are having a hard time believing it, yourself.

Where Do You Carry Your Pain?

What Shatters You?

your heart.

you have loved, and been hurt. your heart is tired, but cannot grow calloused...

exhaustion.

you have tried to be Atlas for far too long. your legs tremble and shoulders creak beneath the weight of the world you carry. every step forward is a battle, yet you soldier on... for what? when will you learn that you are allowed to lower your heavy burdens?

[imaginethezeldaverse]

To the anon that had asked me last month about writing Yunobo and being put in a mating press............................

 I’m sorry this took me so long - truthfully I needed to build up the courage to write this holy fuck cause it was overwhelming to think about. I also lost the ask as I was writing this because Chrome decided not to cooperate which is why I don’t have the original ask on this post. Uhhhh...yeah! Allow me to lay my thirst below the cut oh my asdja. Let’s see what happens when you take a much more confident Tears of the Kingdom Yunobo, and pair that with a sprinkle of breeding and a full-on mating press 🥴 Hint: Something incredibly nasty. Reader is written female/afab because this lowkey self-indulgent bye 💗

It was a passing conversation. Something he swore he didn't mean to eavesdrop on, but in all fairness you weren't that far away from his particular earshot. You'd been chatting with Ramella who had just gotten back into town from her home in the Gerudo desert. He recalled hearing your squeal and at first thought something was wrong, but as he rounded the corner he realized it was a sound of embarrassed delight. "I'm telling you - you must ask your rock voe to hold you in a mating press while you passionately embrace. Ashai swears it's a delightful position," Ramella muses loudly at the way you're already blushing. "A-And it won't hurt when he pushes my knees toward my chest like that?" you stuttered, starting to swelter at the idea. The Gerudo merchant giggled at your question, nearly shouting she replied, "Not if you're flexible, it shouldn't!" "I-I suppose I could...ask..." you shyly mumbled back as you pressed your hands to your cheeks, face reddening by the second. Yunobo tucked his fingers to his chin in thought. Something you needed from him? Judging by your facial expressions and words, you sounded like you'd wanted whatever this hold was. But what exactly was it? Ramella mentioned it being a position, and he did overhear her say 'passionate embrace'...was it like a hug? "No that's not it, goro..." Yunobo said to himself, head tilting the opposite way as he thought further. Hugs don't normally involve your knees being at your chest last he checked; he also doesn't know you to be overly blushy about hugs in general. So what was so different about this 'mating pr--" And then it clicked. Now he understood why your cheeks were lighting up like a night lantern - and he couldn't stop himself from doing the same the more he thought about it himself. --- "Ahhh, Yunooo" you whined, back arching so your chest was further pinned to his. His colossal hand splayed across your back as he slowly filled you, his torso spreading your thighs as far apart as they could go. You relished in the feel of him, impossibly hard and thick inside of you - so much so your fingernails were already biting at his forearms. "Easy, goro...nice and ngh...slow, love..." he breathed into your ear. You had to applaud his restraint; Yunobo was always delicate with you at the beginning of your love-making, taking into consideration how much preparation and wherewithal it took for you to truly take him all in. Lashes fluttering from the deep stretch you moaned through a bitten lip at how the slight sting was dying out to pleasure now. Your hands slid up his arms, reaching to wrap around his neck. The Goron champion lifted his head just enough to seal his lips over yours, his hips drawing back and then thrusting forward. Your mewl into his mouth had him gripping you a little tighter, though his pace was kept exactly how you needed it for the moment: slow, hard, and as deep as your pussy would allow him. Each thrust would acclimate you, bend you to the shape of him and open you further. "Feel...good?..." Yunobo panted, blue eyes darkening to a rich navy as his eyelids fell halfway. Your lip was snatched between your teeth, your head leaning to the side, exposing your neck. "Yes! Ungh, goddess yessss!" And he believed you. With your breasts shaking under him, your lips parted in a semi-permanent 'O' and the feel of your hands holding onto him for dear life, he believed he was delivering your body the summation of his love and lust just fine. But something nudged at the back of Yunobo's mind, a pebble of a thought. He removed his hand from your back, gliding his palms down your hips and slotting under your knees. His body stilled for a moment, the sudden cease of his actions sending chills down your spine and causing you to flutter around his length. Your Goron beau hissed in a pleasured wince, before sitting upright on his knees and pushing yours to your chest. Your breath fell short as you were gently folded, still stuffed half-full with Goron cock. "Mmm..." Yunobo purred, a tinge of grit and machismo in tone. He leaned back over, caging your legs in place with his biceps, "Like...this, right, goro?" Eyes blown wide at how he could possibly known what you’d been silently working up the courage to ask, you gasped as he sunk back into you again. This position had him working into you deeper now, hitting a spot inside you that had your voice keening in another octave. Stars gathered behind your eyelids, your senses clouded with only the pleasure that stroked your walls and the sound of Yunobo's low grunting in the crook of your neck. He thanked Hylia for placing him in the right place at the right time - Ramella was right, this position was incredible to have you in. Something surged in his chest - fire and power lit his blood aflame as he felt the need to move faster inside you. Hoarse pants and sweetened moans dove into deeper growls and teeth-gritting grunts as he fed your body thrust after thrust after thrust. The hard edges of his hips smacked against your thighs, and you clawed desperately at his arms for purchase. Your breathy moans sang heavenly in your Goron���s ears as he hit a sensitive spot inside you.  “Oh! Ahhhhhhn, Yunobo, I--!” you cried out, your body aching to have him even closer than he was already. His thrusts grew sloppier as Yunobo let his instincts take him - barreling past the line of gentler sex with you and straight into full fucking you. His mind drove him to one objective: fill you up. With the way your hands dug into him, the bend in your spine with your head thrown back, and even the flex of your calves that most undoubtedly meant your toes were curling in absolute pleasure - you were close and he knew it. Yunobo’s powerful fingers ground harshly into the smooth surface beneath you both, cracking the build of his sculpted bed.  In your ear he panted low, “You gonna cum soon, love? I can hnnnk, feel it, y’know,” he licked a wet strip along the side of your neck, the slight hint of salt on his tongue, “So good to me...oooooh so good for me...gonna f-fill you up haaaahhh, sweetheart...you’ll take it, wontcha?”  His babbled, passionate words were sending your nerves into a frenzy, your cunt clenching around him as the ebb and flow of your release crept up your limbs.  “YES!” you sobbed, whole body wracked with desire, “Yunobo, please, I’m so close, mmmmf I’m, I-I’m...!”  Your words cut short at the sharp, empty scream of your voice, a blast of heat and ecstasy ripping through your entire body. Yunobo groaned heavily at feel of your pussy clamping tight on him, milking his cock with your rippling silken heat until even he could hold on no longer.  “That’s it, love, thaaaat’s it. All of it, goro, hahhh ffff--” His orgasm shot through him at lightning speed - a series of moans tumbling from his throat akin to a rough crescendo as he came buried deep inside you. The brawn in his thrusts softened to simple rolls in his hips as his growling lightened to airy huffs. His spent cock had emptied as much of him as would fit in your poor pussy, and when he pulled out of you - the wet squelch of it dribbling from your hole was unmistakable. Carefully, Yunobo set your legs down, making sure not to move too quickly so you could acclimate. When he was sure you were okay, you were easily flipped to sit in his lap, his arms tucking behind your back and holding you close. A gentle nuzzle of his nose on your cheek stirred you from the high of your post-coital bliss, followed by the cover of lips to your still heated skin, “I didn’t hurt you...did I?” came Yunobo’s meek whisper, tickling your ear. You sleepily shook your head in a negative and proceeded to rest on his chest.  He hummed quietly, “I’m glad...I don’t know what came over me, goro...I just...ya felt so good and then suddenly I was hit with this strange urge...” His chin rested on your head gently, “Felt like fire was in my blood - and the only thing ready t’quench it was all those n-noises you were makin’” You could hear the nerves in his voice tangled up in his words, the sense of him feeling like he did something wrong clouding his thoughts. A soft press of your lips to his pectoral, “It was incredible, Yunobo...every bit of it,” you nuzzled into his chest some more, “I wouldn’t mind doing it again like that at all.”  That seemed to lay the Goron a little more lax, albeit with wildly flushed cheeks. His hand rubbed soothing circles into your back, the other, affectionately coming to the back of your head.  You would definitely have to remember to thank Ramella later - though you were sure she was being loud during your conversation on purpose now. As you shifted you felt liquid traveling down your thighs.  “Yuno...maybe we should hit the hot spring, I um...i-it’s starting to,” stuttered you, face growing more crimson by the second. Immediately Yunobo caught what you meant, “O-Oh! Yes, let's! S-S-Sorry, hold on.” You were lifted bridal style in his arms, shifted only slightly in his hold so he could give you your dress and slip his fundoshi back on.  “I can walk, hunny,” you giggled, sweet smile accompanied by a reassuring look. Yunobo chuckled back at you, pulling your frame a tad closer to his chest, “I know, but I figured I’d give ya a break after nearly foldin’ ya in half.” Your jaw dropped at his words, and it wasn’t until he realized what he’d said - and so casually at that - that his face turned as red as Goron spice. 

“F-FORGET I SAID THAT!”  The saccharine smile on your lips turned devious in a matter of seconds; accompanied by the fresh memory of his biceps hooked under your knees as he pounded away at you had it grow more devious still, “Oh Yunobo...never.” 

[mayxthexforce]

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@corruptedforce

@mutatiio

@kylo-wrecked

*seductively* doomed by the narrative all by yourself, handsome?

[shingekinohyrulewrites]

Golden Sand

Princess Zelda of the Gerudo is the reincarnation of the Goddess of the Sand. Link of the Gerudo is the first Gerudo born in one hundred years after Ganondorf. On his eighteenth birthday, he is sent to Zelda to assess whether he is a threat. The consensus ?

He is a threat.

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CREDITS TO THE ORIGINAL ARTIST FOR THIS IMAGE !!

A week passed after Link’s experience at the Spirit Temple. The guard in charge of him, who he learned was named Buliara, began a routine with him that started at dawn. He was given time to wash up and get dressed before he was escorted to the servants’ dining room. Despite being a servant, he ate well and was often given seconds. From there, he was given a list of items to complete that ranged from cleaning the kitchen or escorting guests around the Palace. The tasks were mundane enough, nothing too extreme or frustrating.

However, Link had yet to see Queen Zelda again. After seeing her speak with the Spirit Goddess, he hadn’t encountered her at all. He had expected to be serving her directly, especially since he had been so brash with her upon their first meeting. When he asked Buliara about it, she was quick to raise her eyebrows at him.

“You strike me as a voe who is a glutton for punishment.”

He had glared at her in response.

“She made a big deal about me not obeying her. I figured she would teach me a lesson and make me her personal servant.”

Buliara smirked, shaking her head.

Two more weeks passed, marking three weeks since Link had become a royal servant. Despite the rocky start, he was enjoying the routine he had established and actually relished the alone time he had while working. No one talked down to him or judged him; instead, he often received compliments about the work he was doing. Sometimes, when he had finished his work early, Buliara would sneak him out onto the training grounds and allow him to practice his archery. She was impressed with his skills and wanted to see how his horseback work compared.

“You have the skills of a great warrior,” she had mused. “Perhaps I can see if you can become a soldier.”

Midway through his third week, Buliara woke him at dawn as usual. Her usually calm face was marred with worry, and she was unusually tense as she greeted him.

“Has . . . something happened?”

“The Queen has requested your presence,” she murmured.

“Right now? At this moment?”

Buliara shook her head. “No, not until after you’ve had your breakfast.”

“Why so grim? Am I to be sentenced to death?”

“Do not be so stupid,” she barked. “No, you are to accompany her while she takes audiences today.”

As was custom for a ruler, Queen Zelda took audiences once a week, listening to the pleas and worries of her people and trying to find solutions for them. Link wondered what exactly he was to do - did she expect him to come up with answers on the spot?

“Do not fret,” Buliara said, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Get on with your morning. I shall wait for you.”

They were silent as they made their way to the servants’ dining room. When they stopped outside the door, he turned to look at her.

“Will you be escorting me to the Queen?”

“But of course. I am responsible for you.”

She nudged the door open, jerking her head towards it.

“Go. I shall collect you after.”

He ate deep in thought, wondering what would occur. The tasks he had been completing had been enough for him, and he worried if the Queen would just put more on his plate. Or, perhaps, she would finally take a liking to him? He shook his head, sighing as he stabbed his fork into his food.

Buliara gave him a quick list of warnings as they strode towards the Throne Room.

“Only speak to her when spoken to. Unless a citizen greets you, do not speak. You are to be as silent as possible and support the Queen as much as you can.”

“Right,” he frowned. “Basically act like I have since I was born.”

A flash of sympathy crossed her face. She turned her face away, keeping it turned until they arrived.

“I wish you the best of luck.”

The Throne Room was empty, minus Queen Zelda and her personal guards. His eyes took in her appearance, and he hated to admit she looked rather . . . beautiful. Her hair was pulled into a high ponytail, her head adorned with a circlet with a large ruby in the middle of her forehead. She wore a strapless, pink Gerudo top that was held in place by a golden Gerudo crest that wrapped around her neck. A light splatter of freckles covered her bare shoulders. The outfit was finished with sheer pants that matched her top and amulets on her biceps.

“You. Hurry up and come kneel before me.”

Link fought hard to keep the scowl off his face as he obeyed, keeping his gaze away from her as he stood in front of her before sinking down onto his knees.

“Hm, better. It seems you’ve learned since spending some time working here.”

Her attitude towards him hadn’t changed. There was still a tinge of coldness to her tone, and she still addressed him as if he was a pest. They hadn’t seen each other since the Spirit Temple, and he had hoped that the time apart would soften her attitude towards him. A part of him had also hoped that she would have spoken to him since the Goddess of the Sand had addressed him directly.

Apparently not.

“You shall be my scribe for today. You are to write down the name of the citizen and their request, as well as my solutions for them.”

She grabbed something from behind her throne and threw it suddenly at him. He barely managed to catch it, realizing it was a scroll. It unfurled in his hands, revealing that it was blank. She was holding out a quill, and he was silently thankful that she hadn’t thrown it to him.

Zelda sat on her throne, back straight as she stared straight ahead. One of her personal guards rushed forward, placing a stool to her side and gesturing for Link to sit. He got comfortable and held the quill in his left hand, waiting for the Queen to speak.

“Please write today’s date. It is just past nine in the morning.”

Her voice softened as she spoke to him. Her eyes were still looking straight ahead, trained on the door. After a moment they opened, revealing an elderly Gerudo woman. She wobbled in, keeping her head lowered and sinking into a deep bow upon standing before Zelda.

“Your Majesty, thank you for taking the time to listen to me this blessed morning.”

“May the Goddess of the Sand bless you. How may I assist you?”

The elderly woman stood up, her eyes flickering towards Link. She quirked an eyebrow before shifting her gaze back to Zelda.

“I have heard from my neighbor, who travels outside the city to get goods, that there has been an increase in theft among merchants. She is in fear that she will be targeted next, especially as a Gerudo. Is there anything you can do?”

Link wrote down her request word for word, his handwriting surprisingly smooth. He noted that Zelda had glanced over at his work before nodding subtly in approval.

“That is a shame. I was not aware of an increase in theft outside the city. I shall send word to the guards who patrol right outside of the city and correspond with foreign merchants who come in.”

“Thank you, Your Majesty. She is afraid and embarrassed to bring up the matter.”

The next woman was brought in, and the next one after. It was a steady stream, each one coming in and explaining their concerns while Zelda listened intensely. Link noted that, despite how cold she was towards him, she was a Queen with a loving heart for her people. He saw the way her expression softened as each citizen spoke of their worries, and she took her time to think of the proper response to appease them. She actively listened to them as well, not looking away from their faces as they spoke, even if they refused to meet her eyes. He also admired how eloquently she spoke, how she made sure her words were simple enough to understand but with a trace of wisdom behind them. He was most impressed by her intellect; it appeared that her mind was working quickly as she listened to the concerns. She also refused to make promises that she couldn’t keep; if something was out of her control, she would be transparent about it. However, if she had power over a solution, she promised to get it done quickly to appease her people. Link became more in awe of her as time went on.

At noon sharp, the doors were shut, leaving Link and Zelda alone. He had used two scrolls, taking detailed notes on the conversations and adding names of the citizens when possible. He had also made sure to specify Zelda’s responses, and he was quite proud of his work. One of the guards approached to take the scrolls, looking them over and nodding in approval. Zelda stood up, stretching her arms overhead before sighing. She turned to look at Link before taking the scroll from the guard.

“I must say, you have wonderful handwriting.”

Surprised by her compliment, Link quickly bowed his head.

“Thank you, Your Majesty.”

“Excellent work. Thank you, Link.”

She lifted her gaze from the scroll and looked directly at him. Her eyes studied his face before a small smile tugged at her lips. Link felt heat rush to his cheeks as he bowed his head again.

“Forgive me if this is brash, Your Majesty, but I must say I truly admire you as a ruler.”

“Admire me?”

“You have a big heart for our people. You truly care about our wellbeing and work hard to ensure that we are satisfied. Not all rulers can claim that.”

She looked away, clearing her throat.

“You flatter me.”

He frowned. “I . . . did not mean any offense.”

“It is simply my duty,” she murmured.

“No,” he shook his head. “You go above your duty, Your Majesty.”

She didn’t respond, still looking away. After a moment, she cleared her throat.

“You are dismissed. Thank you for your hard work, Link.”

[nkirukaj]

Dognapped! (Hazbin Hotel OC One-Shot)

This is a comission for @michaelasworlds-blog! She asked me to post it here. Thanks for the comission!

Art by: @starlitsacrifice

Now, there weren’t many, but one of the few things that Alastor and Vox could agree on was that the dog needed to go. From the moment that Bean had received Barktholomew as a gift from Valentino, he’d been a thorn in both of their sides. Alastor called it “the beast” because he swore it lived to terrorize him. He was appearing in spaces that only Alastor would go, including his very private bedroom.

“What is that beast doing in my private quarters?” he’d ask Bean

She’d always end up exasperated “I don’t know! He probably walked in there by accident!”

“I ain’t never seen that dog walk,” Angel commented “Maybe that’s why he’s so fat,”

“Don’t say that!” Bean turned to the spider “He has body issues,”

The dog had even managed to get on his wife’s nerves! “WHO THE FUCK ATE ALL MY COOKIES??!”

“Oh were those your cookies?” Bean asked

Voe shot her a death glare “You ate them?” she asked, her eye twitching

“No! Barktholomew did! I didn’t know they were yours though,”

“You sat there and let your dog eat all of my cookies??”

“Well it’s not like I can stop him,” she shrugs

Voe inhales and sighs “You need to replace all of my cookies immediately,”

Bean whines, “That’s not fair! I didn’t eat them! Barktholomew did!”

Voe’s ear twitches “Is your dog going to pay for it??”

“Well, he can go into his savings account and try,”

“That dog has a savings account?!” Angel called from the parlor

Meanwhile, Vox hated him for a different reason. Not only did the dog being a gift from Val endear her to him more, but the dog served as his biggest competition! Vox could find Bean walking around the halls of V-Tower and give her a little twirl.

“Hey, I’m free for the next couple of hours, maybe we could do something together?” He’d ask, holding onto her waist

Bean raised her eyebrow and grimaced “Actually, I’m taking Barktholomew out to lunch!”

He let her go “For three hours?!”

She hits his chest “Don’t be rude! It takes him a while to walk over there,”

Vox had hit his limit, how was he, the leader of the Vees and the head of a multi-billion dollar empire in Hell, losing his girl to a dog? Something needed to be done about that mangy mutt, and fast.

Alastor was headed out for one of his walks, crossing through the empty parlor, his feet stopping on something solid and soft. He looked down, and there Barktholomew sat, blocking the front door.

“Hmmm,” Alastor muses as he kicks the feral thing in the side, and it falls over. He looks over the dog with disgust. Alastor turns to the television as it becomes full of static, Vox crawling out from the picture box on all fours. Alastor raises his brows at the sight. When Vox stands and dusts himself off, he looks up and finally notices Alastor standing there, and blushes.

“Oh, Alastor,” he clears his throat “What are you doing here?”

“I live here. The better question is, what are you doing here?” his eyes widen “Have you been sneaking in here? Defiling Bean? That is a child!” (Bean is not a child)

He scoffs, “Wouldn’t you like to know?” Vox crosses his arms, and his eyes widen when he sees Barktholomew on the ground “There he is!” he exclaims, approaching the animal.

The gears in Alastor’s brain turn “You’re here for this?” he points one of his thin, pointy fingers at the dog. 

Vox grabs him by the collar “This thing has been nothing but trouble for me,”

Alastor smirks “Then I suppose we can strike a temporary alliance,”

“Alliance? But I hate you,”

“Trust me, Vox, the feeling is mutual. However, it seems like our disdain for this…creature is of a similar level. So perhaps we can work together to dispose of it,”

“Work together?”

“Yes, Vox, do you have a limited vocabulary?” he glances down at his nails, not acknowledging the TV demon at all

Vox strokes his nonexistent chin “Work together? Fine then,” he sticks out his hand. Alastor is not amused. “What? Don’t you shake hands when you make deals?”

Alastor looks down at the hand in a disgusted manner “This is not a deal; you are lucky I’m willing to take your assistance,”

Vox pulls his hand back, embarrassed and angry. “Fine, then. How are we getting him out of here?” Alastor looks the TV man up and down. “Oh, you don’t seriously expect me to carry this thing by myself do you?”

“I do actually. I am the brains of this operation,”

Vox grumbles as he grabs Barktholomew’s collar and drags him out of the open door “Brains of the operation. More like brains of deez nuts,”

It takes them 3 hours for them to get to the location where Alastor was leading. Mostly because Vox was taking his sweet time getting the dog down here. Vox was out of breath when he finally stopped dragging Barktholomew by his collar, passing out on the ground. Alastor rolls his eyes and kicks him in the side. This part of Pentagram City had broken buildings and rampant crime. The dog wouldn’t last a day out here. Alastor ties the dog to a post.

“You can drop it there, old pal,” Vox mumbles something into the ground that Alastor doesn’t even pretend to care about before he shadows away. 

“Alastor?” Vox lifts his head “Alastor? Alastor!!!!”

The next morning, Bean is a crying mess. She’s snotting everywhere and using up all the tissues in the Hotel. Voe, Angel, and Cherri Bomb are comforting her on her bed.

“It’s all right, Latte, he’ll be back soon,” Angel rubs her back

“But where could he have gone?! We were supposed to have breakfast this morning!”

Voe looks at Cherri “This is a dog, right?”

Cherri shrugs “Maybe he went on a walk or something?”

“Without saying goodbye? He always says goodbye before he goes out!”

“This is a dog right?”

Bean flips over the plate of pancakes “It’s all a WASTE!”

Angel scoffs “I wanted pancakes,” he mumbles

Bean runs out of the room, stripping her clothes off “I’ve gotta make some calls! This is worse than 9/11!”

“You weren’t even there for that!” Voe called after her

“Any reason you took your clothes off?!” Angel yells out

“Wait! I’ll comfort you!” Cherri goes to run after her

Angel yolks her back by her arm “Sit ya horny ass down!” Cherri huffs and crosses her arms

Voe lids her eyes and stands. 

“Alastor!” Voe calls her husband into the room

“Yes?” he enters, his voice sing-songy with his signature grin plastered on his face

“I need to speak to you,” she pulls him out of the room where Bean was crying. When she gets him outside in the hallway, ignoring Bean still stripping, she confronts him “Barktholomew is missing,”

His grin widens “Oh, is that the good news?”

Voe squints at her husband “Please don’t tell me that you did something to that dog,”

“Fine, I will not tell you that I did something to that beast,”

“Alastor,”

He stands, resolute in his silence when Vox comes out from behind a corner “It was all his idea!” Alastor turns to him, his grin faltering only slightly

Voe is quite confused “Vox, why are you here?”

“I came to see Bean, but I didn’t know she was gonna cry!”

Voe stares at him blankly “You didn’t think that abducting her dog, which is like her favorite thing in the world would make her cry?”

Vox blushes and rubs the back of his neck “No…” he looks back up “But it was all Alastor’s idea!”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Alastor interjects

“Oh really? Mr. ‘Brains of the operation’?

“He’s simply gone mad, my dear,” Alastor says looking down at Voe, ignoring Vox entirely

Voe crosses her arms “Alastor I’m disappointed in you,”

“Me?” he places his hand on his chest

Voe nods “You need to find that dog and bring it back,”

Alastor rolls his eyes and sighs “Fine,” he turns to Vox and says coldly “You are a weak man, and that is why I despise you,”

When they return to where they left the mutt, the rope is broken, and there’s a streak of blood leading away from the spot. Alastor turns to Vox

“So shall we tell Bean the good news?”

“Fuck! What are we going to do?!”

Alastor looks down at his nails “We?”

“Yes ‘we’! We’re in this together!”

“That ended when you sold us out,” 

“Come on! Just do it for Bean, I guess….”

Alastor rolls his eyes “Well, since you asked so nicely,”

The streak of blood led them all the way to Cannibal Town.

“Oh! Lovely!”

“Cannibal Town? I don’t think I’m allowed in there anymore,”

“Yes, after trying to poach one of Rosie’s cannibals, I remember,” he takes a step forward “Let’s go then!”

When Alastor enters the emporium, Rosie is the first one to spot him.

“Alastor!” The Overlord spots the TV man, and her expression drops “Hello, Vox,”

“Rosie, my dear! Lovely to see you! We’re here to-“

She puts her hand up “Don’t even have to say it I already know,” she whistles. Alastor and Vox look around and see nothing, but when they look back down, there’s Barktholomew. Rosie, tsk “He told me everything, and Alastor, I’m disappointed in you,”

“Eh,” he shrugs 

“I fed him a few thighs, but he’s got a taste for venison. I don’t have any more for you, Alastor,” Alastor glares at the dog, who stares back at him with all four eyes. “How could you two sneak him off from his only family,”

“What?!” Vox yelled, “What did he tell you?” he got eye level with Barktholomew “What did he say???”

Rosie looks up at Alastor “He knows that’s a dog right?”

Alastor shrugs “I don’t know what he knows,”

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to celebrate the life of Barktholomew and myself because now I have nothing to live for,”

Angel crosses his arms “She can’t be serious,”

“Why does she still not have clothes on?” Voe asks

Charlie is on the side, bawling her eyes out into Vaggie’s arms

“I can’t even find the will to wear clothes!” Bean cries into her palms, “Before we bury me, I’d like to read Barktholomew’s will,” The three of them look at each other in disbelief “To Angel, he left $10,000,”

Angel can’t help but smile “Huh?”

“And to Voe le left $50,000 for all the carrots he ate of yours,”

Voe raises a brow “Carrots?”

“That’s what it says here,”

“I’m sorry, did the dog write this?”

“What’d he leave me?” Cherri asked

Bean looks up “Hm? Oh he didn’t know you very well,” she looks back down at the paper

“That fucker,” Cherri mumbled “I’ve changed his water bowl more than once!”

“And now, we will begin the lowering ritual. Where I will enter the hole, and you all will bury me,” she climbs inside the grave, and Charlie sobs even harder.

“This is so sad!” the Princess cries 

Angel and Cherri dig their shovels into the ground. Voe gasps “Guys what the hell are you doing?”

“She asked us to!”

“Yes, yes, we have arrived,” Alastor looked into the hole “Please, put some clothes on my dear,”

“Why are you interrupting my memorial?” Barktholomew leans over the hole and Bean jumps out “Barktholomew! Where have you been? Please tell me you weren’t out getting drugs!” She looks down at him “Oh you,” and nuzzles him. Bean sees Vox face down in the dirt

“Vox!”

“Hmm?” he asks into the dirt

She approaches him “Did you find Barktholomew for me?”

He lifts his head up “Yeah…..”

“I can’t believe you would do that for me!” Bean kisses his forehead

“Believe it, baby,”

Angel and Cherri go “Ugh,” while Alastor rolls his eyes

Voe cries out, exasperated “She’s still not wearing any clothes!”

THE END