#But I got something made at last!

[the-lightning-strikes-again]

Lotura Week 2023 Day 6 - Wardrobe Updates Welcome

All-Season Armor

“Surely, you jest,” Allura said, a hand on her hip as she giggled. She wore a long ball gown of deep blue and white, her neck glimmering with diamonds. “Is this your only outfit?”

Lotor raised his chin, his face flushed as he straightened his spine. “What is wrong with armor?”

She paced around him, running her finger along the line of his broad shoulders. “Well, my husband, this is armor for war and survival. We have been invited as guests to a great dinner hosted by the Alliance, in which we must still present with power and prestige, but not threateningly so.”

He huffed at her. “I do not intend to duel with any allies.”

“I know, I know.” Allura giggled. “But I’m quite sure I’m the only one who has ever seen you without armor.”

“You suggest I attend naked?”

“Oh, no. Not at all!” She patted his chest, her fingers a soft tap against his armor as she added, voice low, “I do like to keep you to myself.”

“I should hope so,” he said, preening.

“But notwithstanding that, I fear the universe is beginning to question if you know how to wear anything else.”

Lotor did not respond for a time, instead glancing off to the side in the silence. His claws ticked against his armored thigh. “You know how I am.”

Her fingers slipped from his chest to grab onto his hand and squeeze it. “I do know,” she said, voice softening. “I know it’s hard to stop wearing armor after so much war.”

He glanced down at their intertwined hands and squeezed her fingers back, an emotion coming over him. “You are the only one I trust not to attack when I do not wear armor.”

Allura pulled him into an embrace, wrapping her arms around him. He embraced her in return, careful of his claws as he stroked his fingers along the diamonds sparkling in her white curls.  

They fell quiet, the grand flagship warping through space with a deep, merry hum.

“You know,” Allura said, tilting up her chin to rest it on his chest plate. “I learned from Keith the other day that the humans make a weapon-proof cloth, called Kevlar. Perhaps we can travel there before the next dinner and have a royal tunic made for you, but out of material that can bend swords.”

His ears flicked, his pupils widening in interest. “Kev…lar?”

“Yes, dear husband.”

His fingers ticked against the soft silk of her dress. “In that case, my wife, clothe me in this…Kev-lar, and I shall wear whatever fashion you deem appropriate. Preferably, in dark colors.”  

Allura’s face split in a great smile, glowing. She pulled away, reaching for a datapad. “Oh, how exciting,” she squealed. “At last, we can match.”

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Heh...Literally nothing personal, kid.

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[crescentfool]

reunion 🌸

[xxplastic-cubexx]

you open my Super Important Documents and its just pictures of charles xavier

[umblrspectrum]

do you ever like wanna make something cool but you dont know how so you just sit around like a moron for 5 hours straight pretending you know how

me neither

on a more serious note i know ad astra as a whole isnt over but i still want to thank daybreaker for their fics. what friends are for was the very first md fic i ever stumbled upon when trying out ao3 for the first time, and prior to joining the server i was checking it near daily for uploads. god knows if i'd be as deep in ao3 as i am now if it werent for this story and convenient timing. Thanks for the story.

[inkskinned]

it mattered because when my brother asked me what if this is the happiest you'll ever be? the best you'll ever get? the thing i felt was fear, not peace. everybody thought you were so perfect for me. even i thought you were "helping me grow". i had to challenge every internal clock. make myself more thoughtful, more kind, more beautiful.

i told my therapist it was good because i like the changes i made and there's something so strong about saying i did that. the problem is that i can like the difference all i want, but i changed for you. something akin to getting your name tattooed, all my progress is stamped with fuck you.

it was the happiest i'd ever been and also the best i'd ever gotten. i would still get in the car and think what the fuck just happened.

[dykedvonte]

I just realized some people are confused about events in the alluded to past in Mouthwashing, particularly about how long the crew has been working together.

The only person who is truly new is Daisuke and it’s why his dynamic with the crew and role in the story is very unique and somewhat distant. Curly didn’t just get Jimmy this job on the Tulpar, he got him the job with the Pony Express. He’s been his copilot for probably a couple of years but still not as long as they’ve been friends. None of them are new with the freight industry, Anya and Swansea especially have been doing this for years, together.

Jimmy is the newest on the regular crew, maybe just a few assignments, but it’s not his first time working with them. I think it’s just something important because this isn’t just one bad mistake that snowballed with giving Jimmy the job. None of them thought Jimmy would do anything, no matter how off-put by him they could’ve been, since he hadn’t done a thing since being there. Generally unpleasantness isn’t a crime and he’d be aware of that.

It was a festering thing and a sort of forced trust they had to give him that he knowingly took advantage of. He was the black sheep and still a wolf under the wool. He expected when he lashed out, that he had been there long enough for it to be looked over completely. Got too comfortable in the space he inserted into and did a lot of damage with his claws when he felt he was going to get shaken out.

[pumpkinphrog]

Posting these before I forget they even exist, they've been in my gallery for too long

[starry-bi-sky]

more clone^2 memes because i think they're funny

[n0bluev]

Another, zzz

[becca-e-barnes]

I’m literally drooling over the thought of sensitive Bucky whimpering and whining while fucking your tits and thighs he’s so pathetic and needy all he wants is to make you feel good and to fill you with his cum even if it overstimulates him

Okay, tit fucking is great and all but thigh fucking is SO underrated in my humble opinion. Could just be the fact I've got a small chest though lmao

It's so fun when you're already really into it and the insides of your thighs are all slick. I feel like Bucky would lose it, getting to see your face and look in your eyes and enjoy your body.

It's a nice one to do while laid on your side, facing each other. Although the angle isn't quite right for him to slip inside you, it's fun to explore the other ways your bodies can steal pleasure from one another.

"This isn't going to work, sweetheart." You can't help but laugh, having already tried everything you can think of to make the height difference work. There's no way to keep this romantic and intimate in that position because there's just no chance of aligning your bodies properly to allow him to press inside you.

"Maybe not. But it feels nice anyway." His eyes flutter shut, gliding his dick over the smooth, soft, warm insides of your thighs, encouraged by how slick and easy your arousal makes the movement.

You adjust yourself to bring your other thigh on top of his length, closing him in on both sides.

You're wet enough that friction doesn't impede his movement too much and there's something oddly romantic about it. Maybe it's his hand smoothing the back of your head or his other hand up your back, pulling your body closer to his.

It's so intimate, watching his face as he whines your name, rutting senselessly against your thighs. The little flush to his cheeks is beautiful and you can't resist kissing the thin sheen of sweat on his forehead. The thick duvet on top of you both, coupled with your combined body heat means the room is far hotter than you'd planned.

You take a second to reach between your bodies, spreading your wet folds and readjusting his length, letting him drag his cock against your neglected clit with each stroke and oh, that's pretty mind-blowing.

"O-oh my God." He whines, desperately fucking himself against your wet cunt, rather than into it. It's a different kind of pleasure to being inside you and while they're not comparable sensations, it doesn't stop this from feeling fantastic.

"Fuck, that's good." You groan, rolling your hips to meet his. Your fingers dip between you once more, gathering some of your slick arousal, using it to glide your fingertips over the underside of his shaft and over his balls.

"Holy shit, that's - fuck." Bucky's hardly got a coherent thought left in his head. He's closed in on both sides by your wet, soft thighs and now your fingers are giving him a different sensation underneath while pressing him against your soaked sex.

"I know, baby. Feels good, doesn't it?" Your fingertips trail lightly back and forth over the underside of his shaft, focusing on the inch or so beneath the tip.

"I can't... I need to cum." He groans, thrusting frantically, clinging to your body to keep you close. Within a few seconds, you feel his dick pulse under your fingertips, his cum coating the inside of your thighs in hot, thick, messy spurts.

He doesn't waste a second, kissing your forehead before kissing your neck and whispering "Good girl. Now let me watch you get yourself off with my cum on your fingertips."

[nenoname]

stan twins the canon cptsd brothers i will always think about all your unaddressed issues that would make perfect plot fuel for your spinoff

and also the whole 'stan getting that poem by bill via a website which contrasts with bill getting one from the axolotl via a website' foreshadowing thing

like idk i would love something like su future but like more optimistic, aka not an accumulated breakdown that has to be mostly resolved off screen at the end :/// but something thats being kinda addressed throughout? (although would love to see one of them turn into a monster thats always fun lol)

stan having severe issues from his dad and those years of being homeless that we keep on getting more info on but never really getting confronted on (the drifter catalogue and tijuana incident...), him being completely alone for like twenty years when running the shack before soos comes along to the point that 1998 is noted as his low point, and him not really learning about bill+what he did to ford until ages after he killed him if he ever did get the full context

while i think amnesia and everyone seeing him as a hero actually helped with stan's 'i'm a worse version of my brother' thing its still a lingering issue too and we now got him being insecure over his own hands

ford being immediately thrown from 'being tortured by bill' to 'being stuck in the multiverse and being chased by bounty hunters constantly', him fully expecting himself to die when destroying bill, and him only now being safe for the first time in 30 years ....relatively safe, he's still in constant danger because of course he is

idk in the end the series wants them to be happy and they deserve it, its why i wasn't too worried about the book being like 'ooh bill is back!! and the book is haunting ford' thing cos i knew they'll be ok

[pitchblackespresso]

Mipha's Court (2023)

[aquanutart]

She is offering water to any lost travelers! However, it's so hot that the water has become tea, so she's adjusted accordingly!

[surreal-duck]

im never coming back from this

[soaps-mohawk]

I just started cackling over a thought I had, and needed to share it. Omega is feeling very restless and wants something fun to do, so after some thought they start stretching really well, and then put on some running shoes. Wanders over to the rec room where the pack is all sitting around. We approach Soap who is most likely to react the best; slapping a hand on his shoulder and yelling: “you’re it! No tag backs!” And turning tail and sprinting back out of the rec room while giggling like crazy. Now you may be thinking, they are grown adults, but Soap and Gaz would absolutely play tag with us, and as much as Ghost and Price would think it might be childish…. The packs omega is running, and it will trigger their hunting instinct. Could consider it training. But also soap slowly turns back from us to everyone else, and then everyone just scatters.🤣

You know what's funny...I was just talking about something similar with a friend 😂

Except it wasn't playing tag, it was the reader having to write "'mega's snacks" on all her food because the guys would eat them otherwise. Kyle and John leave them alone because they're sane individuals. Johnny still tries and gets chased when he gets caught. Simon uses Johnny's distraction to sneak snacks for himself 😂

No but the reader so would do that. There's not far to run in the barracks but doing it as training? Just a bunch of kids out there playing tag and having fun chasing the reader. Until Johnny is it, then it's utter chaos. He's definitely the kid that took P.E. way too seriously. Super competitive and active and was always captain when playing sports.