#Like a literal hourglass tipped on its side

[krussyarts]

When I say rarepair I want it so rare no one's ever heard of it, seen it, let alone considered it.

[petertingle-yipyip]

this is solely bc inspo struck and i wanna write another scene that kinda mirrors this later in her black widow story // i wrote all of this literally right now // anyway here’s what i consider julivia’s first meeting // @fallingfavourites

The girl didn’t have the same strength Livia did.

She sported a much smaller frame with delicate looking limbs, but the markings of her suit were undeniable. The red triangles that followed the curves of her waist, the tilted hourglass of a visor across her mask in the same shade.

She was a Widow, a new type that Livia had no information on. When Livia reached out with her own powers, she expected to find the same blankness other Widows who came for her had, but this one didn’t have it. She was aware of herself in the same way Livia was.

Even still, Livia’s power seemed to hit a wall. A surface-level reading was all the woman could manage.

“He found another.” Livia mused, prowling around the girl like a predator. The girl spun in time to keep Livia in front, but that familiar bitterness tinged Livia’s tongue. A full Widow wouldn’t be intimidated so easily. “What type of mindwork can you do?”

“Mindwork?” The girl answered. Her voice was flat as she tried to mask her true feelings.

It didn’t work.

“That’s what Dreykov called it, wasn’t it?” Livia stopped and smiled a smile that was anything but friendly. “And don’t try to tell me-“ Livia tapped the emblem at the base of her throat. “-you aren’t his. Your suit is a dead giveaway to those who know.”

“So were you.” She spat and there was venom in those words. Livia latched onto that anger and toyed with it.

“The mask sets me apart but trust me. I know more of what he’s put you through more than anyone on this planet.”

“You were his favorite.” She spoke quietly as the realization sunk in.

“You’re quick for someone so… young.” Livia taunted.

The girl ahead of her palmed one of the blades from her thigh. Livia reached behind her and pulled one of her own. The girl’s head shifted to the blade then back to Livia’s face. Livia didn’t need to see the girl’s eyes to know they were blown wide.

“You see, little one.” Livia waved the blade as she spoke, careful and subtle movements brought her closer to the girl. “I’ve spared too many of his toys.”

“I’m not afraid of you.” Her voice wavered.

“You can lie, but your feelings don’t.” Livia looked around at the yellow haze surrounding the girl.

“When you woke up today, you didn’t think you could die. Did you?” Livia reached the other hand and pulled a second blade. She spun both handles in her palm till the blades were parallel with her forearms. “Neither did I.”

The girl’s feet shifted to a fighting stance. Her empty hand raised into a loose fist to protect her face, but she didn’t have enough training to know how to steel herself, how to stop the tremble. Livia winked before she attacked.

“Everything I’ve done since.” Livia said angrily, more a growl than anything.

Her knives swung with her fists but the girl was agile. She was able to avoid the brunt of Livia’s blows but the sharp edge of Livia’s weapons were truer than her fists. She drew blood off the small girl, slicing lines along her collarbone.

“Has been a bid to survive.” Stomach.

“Keep me alive.” Side.

“Protect my friends.” Thigh.

“He won’t take more from me.” Arm.

The girl spun away and Livia swiped along the back of her shoulders. The girl stumbled away, panting heavily as her suit became more red than black. With a frown, Livia tucked a stained blade away.

“Yield.” Livia warned. She grabbed the girl’s bicep and yanked her close. The girl squirmed, her small knife clattering to the ground as she clawed for Livia’s hand. Livia scoffed and slammed her knee to the girl’s lower back, forcing the less than threatening opponent to the ground. Livia wedged her blade between them, the tip threatening the back of the girl’s neck. “Yield or die.”

“Exodus?” The familiar voice came from the other side of the rooftop.

An instinct to look at him reared its head but she shoved the idea down. She kept her gaze on the kneeling figure.

“Get out of here.” She said lowly, a threat in her voice she didn’t remember putting there. “This doesn’t concern you.”

“Who is that?” He asked.

The girl shifted and Livia pushed her blade. A small bubble of blood came and the girl froze. Livia pushed out her power as well, pinning the girl with her own fear.

“Dammit, just leave!”

She was so focused on keeping her opponent incapacitated that she didn’t realize her borderline ally had gotten to her side. He reached for the hand with the knife, trying to pull it away. Livia’s gaze snapped up, in turn stealing the focus on her power, and the girl leapt away.

Livia practically snarled at the man beside her. Before she could scold him, the girl was at his side with a hand on his neck.

“Go stand on the ledge.” She said calmly. “And be silent.”

To Livia’s shock, that’s exactly what the Man in the Mask did.

Her eyes flicked to the girl’s dainty fingers. No wonder she was less than adept at combat. She didn’t need to fight, not when she could command a man’s will.

“When you woke up, you didn’t think you could die.” The girl repeated Livia’s words as she stepped closer.

Livia didn’t back down, though she recognized she was losing leverage. If that girl so much as touched her, she’d be at her mercy. Suddenly, the non-threatening girl had all the power to end Livia’s life without raising a weapon.

The girl was the weapon.

“Bring him down.” Livia warned, gripping her blade tighter.

“You don’t decide that.” She snapped. “I do… Not so tough now, are you?” She mocked, her head tilting as if she was studying Livia.

“I will kill you for this.” Livia’s tone was sharp enough to cut stone.

The girl chuckled to herself and it ignited a rage in Livia’s chest. She breathed deeply, fueling the fire to ignite her skin, her muscles, her very breath. Red clouded her vision as she lunged.

The girl sprinted towards the ledge and Livia acted solely on instinct. She flicked her wrist and the blade went flying, burying itself in the ground at the girl’s feet. She skidded to a halt and Livia tackled her. With a knee against the younger one’s chest, Livia pulled the gun from her thigh.

She yanked the girl’s mask off and pressed the cold metal against her forehead. Livia was met with an all-too familiar set of eyes.

She’s just an infant… Just a little girl. What kind of imminent threat is she that I cannot avoid, Miss?

That hesitation was all the girl needed. Her slender fingers reached Livia’s skin and though the girl winced at the heat, she spoke.

“Put the gun to yourself and get off me.” She commanded.

Livia fought it. She urged her own anger to burn hotter, to sear through her. Her hand moved of its own accord so she let the fire fade. Instead, she reached for her own lurking desperation.

She would not die of her own hand. She would not die due to the girl’s mindwork.

“Stop this.” Livia struggled, hoping to pin her own muscles in place.

The girl’s power rolled against her mental walls, battering against it. Her own power wasn’t enough to keep the little one’s influence out.

“You didn’t think you could die, but you don’t decide.” The girl’s voice was icy.

Livia’s knees hit the ground of the roof with a thud. With a shaky hand, Livia pressed her own gun under her chin. She could feel the Man in the Mask’s panic slamming into her. She was focusing too much on keeping her finger away from the trigger to block him out.

Livia watched the girl get to her feet.

“I should’ve killed you.” Livia bit out.

The girl lifted a shoulder in a lazy shrug. She turned to the Man in the Mask, waiting silently on the ledge. A new panic welled in Livia’s chest at the unfamiliar helplessness.

Livia’s other hand flexed in her lap. She heard the buzz of her Bite around her wrist and she could feel a faint tingle at her thigh.

A new idea blossomed and she didn’t hesitate. She fired her weapon and the relentless shock hit her leg. Livia yelped and her muscle twitched but her locked arm dropped and she felt the surge of control of her body.

Quickly, she shot over the girl’s shoulder. The girl dropped to a kneel and Livia bolted. She tucked the weapon as she reached the ledge and shot an anchor point into the roof.

Livia threw one of the Mask’s arms over her shoulder and wrapped one of her around his waist.

“Trust me.” She said lowly and he barely managed a nod.

She stepped them both off the ledge.

[chloetheeditor]

[Light footsteps ascend the stairs as a translucent hand, revealing the bones inside of it, keeps its long fingers wrapped around the railing. One might think that it would hurt to form the hand into a fist, on account of the needle-sharp fingertips, but strangely, that had never been much of a problem for the hand's owner.]

[As the fingers let go, having reached the top of the stairwell, the alternate takes a breath. It only now realizes how hot it is in the room, so he settles on taking off their torn and battered flannel, literally falling apart at the seams, and tying it around his waist. It's a simple pattern, deep, rich purple stripes crossing with velvety black ones, creating a darker purple where the two intersect. He covers up its whipping thin black tail, the spade–shaped tip of which was the same purple as their flannel. When he does so, they reveal its arms. Several chunks of flesh are missing, lined with a thick black goo, somewhat similar to its own blood. Amidst the tar-like texture, hints of bone peak out from these gaps as well.]

[Moving up past their tightly wavy hair, grown thin from stress, there comes the neck and face. The sewn line between its neck and their head is much more pronounced in this state. There's a deep gash on the back of their neck, one that it can't forget how he got, one where that black ooze still ran from.]

[For their face, the black shadow that normally covers the left half of the body's face has peeled away, showing off the glory of its skull for the whole world to see. Its teeth almost seem to sink into where the gums should be, and the eye is completely hollow, empty. In the darkness of the room, his skull, as well as any other exposed bone, glows a faint aquamarine. The other half of the face is relatively intact, with the exception of the eye. The sclera is another jet black, almost making it seem like it doesn't exist, puntucated by their beady purple pupil. A section of hair, dyed that exact same purple, is brushed to the side, slightly obscuring its skull. The left ear is translucent, just like the hands, and the right one as a helix piercing from long ago, but both have one dangling earring each, in the shape of an upside–down cross.]

[This thing, standing exactly 7 feet in height, lumbers down the hallway, being able to brush the ceiling with ease. They're listening for crying. And find it, he does, and with a small knock, they quietly ask to come closer.]

[The sobs are quiet, though clear, even through the wooden bedroom door. There was no response to Violet's knock—perhaps the smaller alternate didn't hear.]

[An alternate she definitely was. Despite their insistent refusal of the idea, they weren't human. Any one glance could make that clear conclusion.]

[Maybe brought on by fear, or perhaps the last grains of sand in a long-awaited hourglass flip. Whatever it was, Chloe was forced to face the fact that they aren't human. Dark, goopy tears drip down their cheeks as she sits, curled up at the foot of her bed, hands clasped together in a hopeless prayer.]

[They were a sight to behold, and not at all in a good way. Their eyes were a deep color, consistent through, with no clear irises or whites. Her skin was covered in slick, sticky goop. In some places, their skin was noticeably patterned like their tentacles. Hands up to forearms, legs up to her knees, and the edges of her face were all striped in spiked black and cream.]

[They're almost terrifying. If they weren't sobbing.]

[powdermelonkeg]

any theories/thoughts on the fairies (and maybe great fairies)? like why most games in the downfall timeline (wind waker being an exception) they seem to have human forms, but otherwise they appear as glowing balls of light with wings?

Fairies show up in various forms across the land of Hyrule—at least, that's how they look.

From the drawings we get of LoZ/AoL fairies tend to be your most basic and stereotypical; a little elf girl in a dress with sparkles.

A Link to the Past portrays them similarly, though this one has more vibrant hair and thinner wings, with a decent halo.

Wind Waker gives us a LoZ/AoL style fairy again

Which gets reused entirely for Four Swords Adventures.

But in every other game, we get these.

Interestingly enough, though, we're not actually seeing a change in biology, We're seeing the effects of magical duress.

Like you said, most fairies that show their humanoid forms occur in the Downfall Timeline. ALTTP has vibrant pink, then ALBW is more muted, until we finally get to the dull, glow-less LOZ fairies.

The glow you see at the tip of their wands is actually what little magic they can summon left, concentrated into a precise point, like a laser. As Hyrule declined, their magic faded, not letting them summon the glow they're best known for any more.

A healthy fairy doesn’t need a wand.

In Wind Waker, we also see a decline in fairy power—so much so that by Spirit Tracks, there literally aren't any left; at least, not in New Hyrule. Our big exceptions come from Phantom Hourglass.

Ciela, Leaf, and Neri all maintain their vibrancy and luminosity. But they also draw power from what's essentially a minor god in his own right, the Ocean King.

So they’re outliers, not examples.

In the child timeline, where Four Swords Adventures takes place, we also see the powered down form of a fairy. But in that era, the magic of the world has been robbed, crystalized into force gems that fairies try very hard to absorb power from.

A fairy’s glow is an indicator of its magical health. The fainter the glow, the harder the fairy has to work just to keep itself aloft, and the more stress it accumulates as it tries to use magic.

Great Fairies, however, are a much clearer indicator of the magical status of a kingdom. The larger and more humanoid the Great Fairy, the stronger the country they reside in’s magic.

Ocarina of Time is a good reference point to have. These fairies are particularly large and very human-like, and Hyrule (at least from a wildlife point of view) is thriving.

Wind Waker, however, has an unstable Great Fairy type. The magic in this land is bleeding out and spiraling away, unused and unrestrained as it depletes. These fairies rule a dead world; a sea with no fish but the fishmen, a world with scattered islands and few offerings.

A Link Between Worlds’ great fairy has enough glow for a halo, and remains humanoid, so the magic is being used and maintained. But she’s also barely bigger than a human, indicating that her power’s weakening.

And then by The Legend of Zelda, she’s indistinguishable from any other fairy out there.

But Breath of the Wild?

These Great Fairies are HUGE. They’re the healthiest Great Fairies to date, in part due to their strategic hibernation in their flowers, and they match what we see of Hyrule’s life.

Yes, Ganon has the Divine Beasts and Guardians on his side. Yes, this place has lost its king. But the country itself is alive is thriving. It’s so full of magic that you can find Koroks in literally every corner of the world.

If I had to hazard a guess, since we never encounter them, I’d say that these fairies are the closest they’ve been to Surface Great Fairies from Skyward Sword.

[shunsuiken]

purple night.

pairing. oikawa tooru x fem!reader

genre. different dimension!au + fluff + angst + suggestive themes (nothing too spicy, you guys are just naked but thats it sjsndksjd) there’s swearing too !

wc. 3k

an. basically sunmi’s song, but it has a happy ending . ALSO ??? THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE 1K ??? idk what happened yall <///3 and before i forget !! this is a valentines day themed fic !

it almost felt like a trance. like you were floating on a cloud as festivities surrounded you. there were children holding cotton candies in their tiny hands and there were couples embraced in each other's arms as they strolled through the warmly-lit festival.

you seemed to be searching for a familiar someone, your feet guided you through the game booths and food vendors decorated to fit the theme of the festival. although you couldn’t remember the face of this person, you remembered the melody of his voice clearly.

“y/n-chan, welcome back!”

there he is. you grinned, turning around, making your hairs blow away from your face in a way that made the moment look like it was from a movie. you felt the blood rush through your veins again, lighting your cheeks up in heat.

“tooru!” you both pulled each other in a tight embrace, his arms locked themselves around your figure while a hand rested on the back of your head.

you melted into his form, burying your face into the crook of his neck to inhale the scent of his you missed dearly. you were on your tippy-toes, holding as much as you could of him.

“i thought i wouldn’t see you again.” your bottom lip shook, you were lucky to meet him once more since that didn’t happen often.

“maybe the fates are on our side for tonight.” you felt the vibration of his voice by your temple. you missed this, his touch, his warmth, his voice.

for some reason you always forgot his name once parted from him. but whenever you heard his sweet voice greeting you in that sing-songy tone, his name was brought back to your memory like you never forgot. it was unusual, and left you feeling guilty for not remembering a name you held so close to your heart.

“hope they’re this kind for the rest of the week,” you joked, feeling oikawa’s chin lift from the crown of your head, a chesty fit of laughter escaping his pretty pink lips.

this was a sight you enjoyed. the gleam of happiness that shone all across his facial features, his thick cocoa-coloured hair would follow his movements onto his forehead, just brushing above his brows that rose in amusement.

oikawa always knew you were quite funny. maybe it was a reference to the bitterness you held against the fates or perhaps, you just wanted to hear him laugh.

“so how shall we spend our night, tooru?”

“however you wish.” oikawa’s eyes trailed off somewhere else before meeting yours again. “where would you like to go?”

you wondered, tapping on your chin as you looked around the festival. there was balloon pop, spin the wheel and fishing games. but to be completely honest, as long as oikawa was by your side, you wouldn’t mind playing every single one of those games. even if you knew that the clock was ticking.

it was a loud, annoying little bird that cocked its head forwards whenever a certain period of time passed by.

awakening hour in 1 hour and 27 minutes.

maybe oikawa heard it too, maybe he didn’t—you didn’t want to ask. that would break the atmosphere. so you quickly pulled a smile on your face.

“how about the carousel?” you suggested.

“whatever the angel wishes.” oikawa took your hand, fitting like a glove in his as he led you to the carousel down the yellow-brick pathway.

it was gorgeous, the lightbulbs that flickered across the cresting of the carousel, illuminating a golden shade that resembled a sunset. it contrasted with the cherry red that brought out the amber adorning the poles aligning with the horse hangers.

amongst the other things at the festival, the carousel shone the brightest, acting like the heart of it all.

you and oikawa took a round on the carousel, pulling your legs over the backs of the horses to sit comfortably. once the platform began turning, you couldn’t help but let out a childish giggle. you felt so free and content, especially with the light breeze that whirled through your hairs.

the ride was simple. the horses went up then down, and the platform itself turned in a circle for an amount of rounds that would warp your imagination, slowly coaxing one to loosen their knowledge of time.

the excitement on your face was crystal clear. it was the smile that twitched to your lips, the apple of your cheeks that rose in the process. your eyes sparkled thanks to the lights of the carousel reflecting off of them, and your hands that held a child-like grip on the poles going through the horse hangers.

oikawa hadn’t seen you in a while and he’d been on this carousel countless times but with you it felt like his first. head leaning on the pole, he stared at your side profile—he couldn’t feel more lovesick for you.

he hated it; the rules of the dimension he was strung to were far too harsh. the fates were uncompromising, and left wandering souls like oikawa to roam around in a distant field—the continuous daydream you happened to plunge into during your sleep.

you were aware of this. this dream that felt real was in fact real as it turned out to be. oikawa was a living person as you but stumbled upon deep complications with the fates and alas found himself serving them in the continuous daydream.

information other than that was unknown to you.

which is why the most you knew about oikawa was his name, how he absolutely loved sweet desserts and how he hated anything caffeine-related. literally. his body would recoil itself in disgust from anything of that bitter aftertaste.

the fates were probably cheating because you were sure time was running abnormally quicker than usual. your eyelids grew heavy and your feet felt sore. it was definitely too early for you to leave, you made sure you were still by oikawa’s side by gently rubbing your thumb on the back of his hand. exhaling a breath you don’t remember holding, you’re pleased to know oikawa’s beside you.

“anything the matter, angel?” his voice rang through your ears, and you swore you saw his face blur out as you blinked.

the expression you made wasn’t new to oikawa. your eyes were blown wide open. his palms find their way to your cheek, feeling little warmth as his fingers spread across the expanse of your skin.

awakening hour in 10 minutes.

“angel, can you hear me?” another warning withdrawal. oikawa’s jaw tightened, this was a way of letting visitors know that their hourglasses in the daydream were emptying. he bit in a curse to the fates, it wouldn’t do anything to stop you from having such withdrawals anyway.

his voice was scratched. you barely heard a thing. your knees felt wobbly and there was a cold sweat building up on your spine. a gust of wind rushed by your face ever so slightly. you leaned your head into the familiar touch, soon realising that it belonged to oikawa when your vision returned.

“mm, you’re warm,” you muttered, meeting his fiery eyes with your forlorn ones.

“let’s take a seat, i’ll buy you something warm.” he sat you on a bench nearby, jogging to a beverage stand to return with warm tea.

“here, drink.” he held the cup of tea to your mouth, tilting it just a bit so you could take a refreshing sip to thaw out the chill in your throat.

“thank you,” you mumbled, leaning your head on his shoulder. while you were at it, you locked your arm around his, pulling him closer (as if he wasn’t close enough already).

the echoes of conversations were all you could hear, your toes felt like cold water were dumped right onto them but you didn’t find yourself shivering. instead, you took heed of the arm securely wrapped around your waist, lifting your head to see that oikawa was already watching the slightest change in your expression.

he offered you a smile. “is there something wrong?”

you shook your head, messing up your hair sandwiched between your head and his shoulder. “tonight was enjoyable, thank you for keeping me company.”

“as i shou—oh hey!” you giggled as you nuzzled your face into his neck, lips just pressing onto the coolness of his skin. “now what’s gotten into you?!” a blush spread across his features, reaching the tips of his ears. the paleness of his skin wasn’t helping him either.

“what am i supposed to do if i don’t have a chance of falling into this daydream anymore?” you laughed it off but your voice shook to the thought of it. “i can’t lose you.” your smile faltered quickly, despite your best efforts in keeping the atmosphere light the fear of never seeing oikawa again was swift up your spine.

“you won’t—” oikawa took your hand in his, “—lose me.” his gentle gaze gave you courage to hold onto the loose thread you were dangling from for a bit longer, stars twinkling in your eyes like they always have when you gave him your trust. “i’ll always be here, waiting for your return like i always have.”

“was it lonely?” you played with your fingers, silently regretting what you asked. “i can’t have you waiting for me like this all the time, especially if you’ll spend all that time alone.”

“my friends happened to have similar situations as me,” oikawa chuckled, “we all fell for such wonderful people.” he flicked his index finger under your chin to tease you, easily rendering you mute with a small smile on your face.

awakening hour in 2 minutes.

you both heard the announcement. it was something you both heard separately.

“is there anything you would like to do before it all ends?” his voice was cheeky and you’re damned to realise you’re a fool for thinking you were being subtle about something you really wanted the moment you entered the daydream.

oikawa was a quick learner with social cues; he’d seen you take those bold glances to his lips before looking him in the eye. he was quite taken aback at first but it was natural to desire more since the most you both had done was hold hands. so he knew what you wanted very well but preferred you to say so. after all, you were just so cute when flustered.

“a kiss would be alright,” you mumbled, regretting it immediately when the words left your mouth.

“hm? what was that? a little louder, love.” oikawa cupped his ear, closing his eyes animatedly to hear you repeat your words.

“a k- kiss but you don’t have to—” you hid your face with your hands, so embarrassed that you could toast bread on your cheeks.

oikawa brought your hands apart, shoulders easing at the sight of your shy smile and your eyes that darted their way everywhere but at him. he was incredibly lucky to know you felt the same way he did, he was just much better at keeping his nerves at bay. once your nerves calmed, you were able to look him in the eye again.

“may i?” his voice hushed to a whisper, face inching in closer to yours. his hot breath right over your lips.

you nodded your head but that wasn’t what he wanted. “let me hear you, y/n.” the brushes of his fingers on the back of your hand allowed you to take your time, letting you know that you could back out and he would be okay with any decision you took.

“you may.” and by the time your words reach his ears, he’s already taken your breath away. the flutters in your stomach have erupted into something else that sets off a heat inside you, sending this passionate and fierce emotion through your body. your fingers that are intertwined with his stutter their way up his loose shirt before shakily cupping his cheeks.

mirroring your movements, oikawa’s hands planted themselves on the back of your head, giving you that reassurance and to guide you through the kiss—and he’s excellent at it. you’re not entirely sure how he was able to attain such a skill but whatever he was doing to you was absolutely everything you desired. his touches were ghostly, lingering on your skin that left your goosebumps waiting for his warm return.

you pulled away momentarily, wanting to say something to oikawa before you woke up but what you found instead was the view of what it seemed to be, a bedroom. you were greeted with the light shine of sunrise through the blinds, groaning as you took in your surroundings. a desk with a digital clock sitting on it, a sweater wrapped neatly over the chair and—oh.

you felt the bed dip beside you. head snapping to the side, you blinked when you met eyes with the handsome escort laying next to you. and you weren’t quite sure how to feel. there were tons and tons of questions bombarding your head but overall there was a single wave of relief washing over your body, and you felt the heaviness of your worries fading.

“what a pleasant surprise.” oikawa ran a hand through his bedhead, yawning before propping a hand up to hold his chin with. “you look so familiar.”

“and so do you,” your voice trailed off, still processing through the morning daze you woke up with. it’s kinda cold, you thought.

oikawa hummed, catching your attention again. “although the view may be tempting, you might wanna cover up.” a smug grin appeared on his lips and your face flushed, grabbing a fistful of the blanket to pull up and cover your chest with.

it then occurred to you that you had no recollection of whatever happened the night before. but if one thing was for sure, you were definitely at some amusement park when you met this man next to you, so how did you wound up naked in his bed?

“do you… do you remember anything at all?” oikawa could practically see the large, red question mark floating above your head.

“sorry to disappoint you but i don’t.” you then heard a light laugh coming from him as he rose from the bed, motioning towards, what was, his and your clothes on the floor by his bedroom door. “but i assure you we both must have had a fantastic time.”

you rolled your eyes at his insinuation. “sure, but could you help me get my dress over there?”

“why would i need to? i’m sure i’ve seen all of you already.” he cocked a brow at you, rolling over to cage you under him, lean body pressed over yours.

“oh shut up, we don’t even remember anything!” you chuckled, somehow not even affected by the distance left between his face and yours. “was your dream at an amusement park? or a festival?”

“either one of those, but you’re still quite charming in—” bonk.

“ow?!” oikawa yelped, rubbing on his boo-boo like a child. “you used my pillow against me!”

you sighed, going back under his blanket to keep yourself cozy. “i’m going back to sleep. it’s way too early to be up.”

oikawa huffed, what a feisty woman. but for some reason he couldn’t find the willingness to argue with you. so he let you be while he walked over to the pile of clothes and picked up his boxers from the night before, slipping them on. heading back to the bed, he picked up his phone, the brightness of his screen illuminating over his face.

14th february. the date on his phone had read, he rubbed his chin gently, jogging through his thoughts because maybe this situation he found himself in this morning was all because of this date.

“y/n. that was your name, was it?” oikawa wondered why your name rolled off his tongue so easily and so satisfyingly as well.

“and you’re oikawa.” you said his name as if it were the thousandth time, opening your eyes to see oikawa’s gaze locked onto his phone.

“oikawa tooru, yes.” he clarified, making eye contact with you briefly.

“tooru,” you mumbled, such a familiar name with this foreign emotion attached to it. you couldn’t tell where these remote feelings were coming from, perhaps it was from that strange dream you had?

“y/n, i think i know how we ended up like this.” oikawa ran a hand through his hair, and if he thought that was going to sort out his disastrous hair, then he was wrong because now his chocolate locks were sticking up in every single direction possible.

once you’re caught up with his little theory, you end up staring lasers into the ceiling. “so we’re just two lonely idiots who thought fucking was going to solve all of our love problems?”

“you didn’t need to shove it in my face like that but i do love the frankness.” oikawa joked and you found yourself laughing along with him. truth be told, but you already found this man endearing to be with.

“say, are you free for the rest of the day?” oikawa sat cross-legged on the bed, shirtless and only wearing his boxers. you’d be lying if you said you weren’t completely distracted by his natural charms that radiated off of him.

you hummed, “i am, why?”

“it is valentines day, why don’t i take you out? it seems like we’ve already met before this encounter anyway.” he shrugged, yet half of him silently begged that you would say yes.

“i don’t see why not,” you replied before adding, “you better not take me to some amusement park though.”

oikawa shook his head, a lopsided grin appearing on his lips. “and while i take you someplace better, let’s get to know each other some more, hm?”

“fine by me.” you rose from the bed, still holding the blanket up to your chest. “now, could you bring me my dress please?”

“will you let me put it on for you?” oikawa wiggled his brows teasingly, but what he received was another pillow to the face.

“the dress, tooru!”

[hwangsbbg]

hii ! i was wondering if i could get an nct/ateez/the boyz nsfw ship ? tysm !

a little about me: i’m 19, a leo, 185 cm tall which is about 6’1 i believe. I have medium length dark brown hair with lighter tips (a wolfcut !), light brown eyes, a button nose, small but full lips and slightly pointy ears. i’m on the thicker side and have a slight hourglass figure. i love styling outfits for fun btw ! my mbti is infp/entp (it changes but i’m an ambivert essentially) i work in a cafe atm and its really fun to come up with new drinks (karen’s are not a highlight of my job though 😭) further my hobbies include dancing, listening to music, reading books, doing makeup looks and cooking.

as for kinks and stuff: i’m a switch (leaning sub) i have a huge mirror kink, i’m also into breath play, light degradation, praise, hair pulling/restraining, i like teasing/ being teased in the bedroom and kinda love it when a dom is smaller then me ? since i’m pretty tall for a girl i get the opposite of a power trip idk- (idrc care abt height tho) i think that’s about it, i hope you have a great day/night !!

Hey babes! So for NCT I was thinking Jeno?

I feel like not only does he match your vibe but he also fits the kinks you mentioned. I see Jeno as more of a dominant kind of guy almost all the time but on some occasions like if he's tired and came back from practice he'd let you take control, watch you ride him or just pleasure him. I see you as someone who receives pleasure from giving pleasure and who gets off on compliments so he'd really love that part of you and it drives him crazy thinking about how you love to please him. I can imagine him constantly throwing praises left and right whenever the two of you do anything, knowing how much it turns you on.

Joker card : your romantic date with Jeno quickly turned into you on your knees and him leaning against the wall, your names and a string of praises falling from his mouth as you sucked him off. He'd have to use every bit of self control to not thrust into your mouth and let you do the work but with his grip on your hair tightening you would be able to tell how close he was. And deciding to tease him at that moment might not have been the best idea because boy were you in for a ride...

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As for Ateez, I think you would go well with Seonghwa.

Please Seonghwa is so hot and would be such a good fit for you because he's literally the softest dom. Like he can be kinky as fuck but he'd never forget to tell you how pretty you were or compliment you, tell you how great you were doing. I feel like he'd get really turned on by the smallest of things like if you happened to dress a little provocatively and whatnot.

Joker card : you were visiting Seonghwa at the practice room and one thing led to another, you found yourself pressed up against the practice room mirror, the glass foggy with both of your breathing. He'd have one hand on the mirror steadying himself with the other around your throat as he pounded into you. As you both began to reach your highs he'd probably grab a fistful of your hair and tug it to pull your head up, ordering you to look at how fucked out you looked, how fucked out he made you.

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The Boyz was a hard one but I think Hyunjae.

I imagine Hyunjae to be a major tease. Like I see him as a switch but definitely dom leaning. I feel like he'd find it amusing how easily he could rile you up and it would become his favorite thing, purposefully touching you in places he knows would incite a reaction out of you and then act innocent about it. I see him as the kind of guy who would have a corruption kink and would absolutely love seeing you dressed up for him.

Joker card: he'd have your hands tied up with like a belt or makeshift rope as his hands roamed your body, taking all his time. He'd tell you to shut up and be a good little slut for him as the other members were right next door before he went down on you. Hyunjae was really good with his tongue but he'd get a kick out of watching you squirming around, about to reach your high and pulling away.

[askmyboys]

Xovarkzis

Here’s the last god/goddess I made so far! More to come im sure lmao

| Name: Xovarkzis (pronunciation: Zo-Vark-Zis) God of Time (also has some power over life and death)

| Nicknames: Xo (again pronounced as Zo) or Vark/Ark

| Gender: He/Him, They/Them, She/Her, and It/It’s, gender doesn’t STRICTLY matter for them, you can call them a god or a goddess either one

| Age: It’s speculated that perhaps Xovarkzis has been around since the beginning of time, their specific age is unknown BUT it’s clear that he is over countless centuries old

| Height: 500ft (when they come down to visit Earth they shift down to about 6’3”)

| Species/Race: Well its obvious but still, just to reiterate- God/Goddess

| Hair Color: The left side of his hair is White and the right side of his hair is Black (his hair is a quiff style)

| Eye Color: Left eye is pure white and the right eye is pure black (they have a third eye on their forehead that is mixed between black n white, it isn’t two eyes, its just one eye with split colors, the left side of the eye is pure white and of course the right side is pure black)

| Skin Color/Body Type: The left side of his body is black and the right side is white (ayo a bit of a reversal there lmao) and he’s pretty lanky tbh

| Appearance: She’s got a few outfits BUT the main one is a white toga with a long black silk piece that’s draped over his shoulder (it’s got some white wording sewn into it but the language seems to be unknown, Xo’s language has been lost for centuries, you’d be lucky to find ANYONE aside from the goddess themself that speaks it or can even translate it, if you REALLY wanna know I’ll tell you, it’s basically going to translate into a blessing) it wears black and white victorian style boots (you know the boot got them h e e l s) for some reason he seems to have antlers, b i g ones- likewise the left side is a white antler and the right side is a black antler, he has necklaces hanging from those antlers full of Turritella Agate stones(it is believed to help in times of change, dispelling negative thoughts and reliving conditions of fatigue) and Snowflake Obsidian stones (it’s a 'stone of purity' bringing balance to the body, mind, and spirit. Said to be beneficial for the skin and veins) and she has a necklace she wears on her neck that is a Sodalite Stone (it helps to calm and clear the mind, bring joy and relieve a heavy heart. Said to aid the metabolism and lymphatic system)

He wears a white glove on his left hand and then a black one on the right (they cut the tips out of them so their black and white claws can peep through BUT ONLY for the claws, I’ll explain the gloves being a VERY crucial detail in side facts)

They have razor sharp teeth (they also have a circle beard btw, it being the colors of each part of the respective skin color ya know), their ears are pointed and they also wear black n white gauges and other earrings of that color in their ears as well, that’s all for the jewelry however- they can also grow black and white wings (v feathery n fluffy wings), they also have a black based tail and then white fluff at the end (p much a dragon-esque looking tail), they seem to have a few scars here and there but nothing TOO major, it just appears to be from a few fights that must’ve ensued sometime in her life.

| Personality: Xovarkzis is an… Interesting being, it usually spends time by itself, tending to her own world and keeping everything in order, he’s usually VERY calm and collected in every situation possible since he’s seen it all pretty much, they’ve seen most outcomes when it comes to life, all the questions, the answers, etc- Xovarkzis is essentially almost an all knowing being, when it comes to fighting Xo has never been one to choose a side, they always stay out of matters that don’t concern them, it’s just… What happens a f t e r  a fight, especially if it gets… Messy… They do warn of the consequences of every action, every choice has it’s consequences and if someone thinks they are ABOVE consequences? They are a fool, even Xovarkzis to be as powerful and high ranking being as she is, even he’ll admit he is not free from consequence and he never will be... 

Xovarkzis finds mortals to be such… Interesting beings, Xo loved to study them whenever they could, always watching and observing from afar whatever it may be, whether their making decisions and choices or simply going about their life… Life ...Another subject as well as death, that Xo knows very well, Xo’s seen such much death in her centuries, at first she had questioned why death had to really exist, why did people have to be taken, taken away from their loved ones, taken away from the living, and so… Easily too... Ark had even gone as far to see if it could even s t o p death but hah, when they look back at that, such a f o o l i s h desire, death, albeit a tragedy by most… Can be beautiful in many ways, a lot fear death, Ark cannot blame them nor would she ever BUT, people tend to forget, there IS still beauty in death just as there is beauty in life.

Xovarkzis always tries to show any mortals that wind up before them that fact, it’s not a way to ease them into death, there is no such way to ease into death unfortunately, but there’s still the beauty, at the VERY least Xo can show them that before leading them to their final destination, Xo might be the god/goddess of life and death (as well as time which I’ll get to in a moment) but they cannot bring a person back from the dead, that would go against EVERYTHING they believe in and it’s impossible anyways, death is permanent, and even if there were a way, if they brought them back, that person would NEVER be the same… Well in THAT regard anyways BUT there is a… “Special Rule” If a person is taken before their time is up? ...There CAN be a pardon but it depends on the person really and the situation, and it still goes against what Xo believes in, in, well a way but… Sometimes an exception needs to be made, if their time was not up and it happened to be an… “Unfortunate” circumstance then they must continue on their journey.

Xo will even admit “Despite my beliefs… Your time has n o t run out… There is still so much you must do, so much to accomplish… So, just this once, I will send you back… But remember, life isn’t something you should take for granted, so many loved ones, whether it be a friend, family, or partner… You have someone who truly cares about you out there, so try and live life to the fullest every day possible… Remember, you w o n ‘ t get another chance like this, next time, it will be permanent I’m afraid…” now as for time, Xo holds time with a fondness… Time can be a blessing and a… Curse to some… Xo used to see time as a curse but they learned quickly, you must do what you can and will with the time you are given, never be afraid to get out there and do whatever it is you desire, time may seem so short… It may even feel as though time is plotting and working against you, but that is simply not true… It’s all about working with the time you are given, there is no such thing as more or less with time, and you had better make the most of the time you ARE given, for one day, your clock, as will everyone else’s, will run out.

Xo keeps the time in order (kinda like father time in a way), she CAN control it in a way, meaning it can stop and start time BUT there could only be one reason for stopping, starting, and speeding up time- And if that reason EVER comes to pass ...Whatever god/goddess/being you worship, you had better p r a y to them, pray as hard as you can… (Xo cannot reverse time however technically speaking, unless you wish to count them bringing a person back via unfortunate circumstances then I suppose in a way she can do that but still) Xo’s always been fascinated with how time worked to be honest, it’s interesting all the things time can make happen… Mortals, plants, etc- those grow up, worlds they age and sometimes become more progressive than others, and mostly people change with time, some anyways- Everything changes with time marching ahead, and that, to Xo is a wonderful thing…

That’s honestly the best I can sum them up?? There’s obvs gonna be more to them but for now this is good for personality basis (Xo despite being so blunt with things, Xo is a sweetheart who just wants the best for everyone, just wants peace, equality, and for people to live life to their fullest potential, Xo wants to see them succeed, failure? ...Failure is natural and should not be something to fear, you can always learn from the mistakes you make and next time you try something, then you’ll know what to avoid next time around, failure in a way should be treated as growth, as growing and learning because it is)

| Side Facts: Xo isn’t one for weapons BUT it does wield a black handled scythe that has a white blade attached to it (if you REALLY want, Xo can be technically called a Reaper even if he is much more than that, but if you wish to classify her as that then so be it), Ark’s world is also made up of black and white (literally if you look at the world, it’s split down the middle, black and white, nothing more nothing less, it’s world is actually considered a “Void” given that there isn’t anything really there, the only thing there in the split is Xo’s “throne” of course because it’s literally right in the center of the world it’s black and white as well, they have decorated it with various stones (like the Turritella, Snowflake, and Sodalite stones) there are a few others that are p much otherworldly, those stones can only be found in Xo’s world (I’ll leave those up to interpretation lmao), there ARE shelves lining the “room” however full of hourglasses, all of various types, various names are labelled on them.

Even Xo’s own, for even Xo, despite being a god/goddess n such, does have a due date himself, all the gods/goddesses do, one day their time will be up just like everyone else’s, granted… They D O live a LOT longer than mortals, animals, etc… Hence why their hourglasses are so big and almost infinite, but Xo knows, deep down, despite their infinite size, the sand will reach the bottom one day and then that will be it… Xo isn’t scared of death anymore, they haven’t been for MANY centuries now (they used to be afraid, they used to not understand why they had to even deal with the things they did, why they were the god/goddess they were, but one day, it finally understood… And that was that)

(If Xo and Thanatos (side note, i do realize that’s an actual god name but this one in particular i made is… woo b o y, just- yikes), but Xo and Thanatos would honestly be at each other’s throats, Xo has never liked picking a side in a fight, has never been one for fighting anyway- but Thanatos would disrupt EVERYTHING… That sick disgusting excuse for a god doesn’t even deserve his status, he treats death like a game for his entertainment, he’ll LITERALLY go out of his own way to make everyone suffer in any way he can, and Xo will not have any mockery and slander toward life nor death in this way so those two would c l a s h)

You would think Xo would live forever given their status and being the god they are BUT, it’s definitely not true! They can even be killed even though ...That’s LITERALLY near impossible, not ABSOLUTELY impossible but still, someone would have to get a REALLY lucky and fatal shot in, however even if they were to fade (if Xo dies, imma say this right now, there’ll be a spotlight on them and they’ll start fading away into little specs and drifting into the wind) the balance of life, death, and time will not implode, there are many other gods/goddesses that will be ready to take Ark’s place even if it may be sooner than expected, there’s always a chance after all…

Also fine, yeah- Unus Annus inspired me p heavily here BUT not ENTIRELY?? I just wanted to make another god/goddess for the world, Osmundus has never met Xo despite Xo sometimes visiting other worlds/Earth, and literally meeting his husband- speaking of… Arvish? ...Xo will forever remember what he did to everyone, to all the mortals, his own people even, everyone he hurt and killed- However, Xo holds no grudges, Xo will not haunt him, besides Vark knows deep down Arvish is tormented constantly by his own head, it’s a wonder the old beast hasn’t driven himself insane with all that guilt, Xo has told him before however “You cannot change the past, what’s done is done… However… ...You can make anew for yourself, it all depends on the choices you make in the remainder of your life, so if I were you, I would make the right choices as best I could” Arvish… Took Xo’s words to heart especially, and told Xo he’d try his best.

Also one thing they have to question now… ...Why is it that the mortals want them to say “Memento Mori” so much? Granted, they DO know what it means and even the words “Unus Annus” I mean she knows what BOTH words mean but it seems to hold such value and significance to the mortals...

[vore-scientist]

FLIP (safe/soft GT vore)

A MINI tale of the Mystic Woods

Contains: a short fluffy GT vore scene. Sleepy noms. Male giant pred, female human prey. LOTS OF BELLY RUBS!!! 

Story inspired by THIS post by @sunnycrunch​

No additional warnings! 

Enjoy!!!

Something was off. Very off. It was like the world was one step to the left, just out of reach, and it was stressful. There must be something important to do. Surely she had some duty to perform or lesson to learn, but days did not exist. Time was heavy. Her body was so light? Shouldn’t it be heavy? And a little bit cold. Why would she feel cold when all around her was such intense warmth? It should be warm! Why should it be warm? She knew it should, and it was. But it wasn’t. 

She woke up. 

It was very rare that the Princess Sophia remembered her dreams and tonight was no exception. However, she had noticed a trend in her dreams that had developed in the last year. A phenomenon that was most definitely connected to changes in her sleeping habits. Every so often she would be eaten and sleep inside the stomach of a half-giant wizard by the name of Yonah HaEsh. 

Sophia took a deep hollow yawn. The air, breathable if a bit low on oxygen, failed to be exchanged inside her accursed lungs. 

Even un-refreshed by the inability to truly breathe, she sighed, smiled, and hugged her fleshy mattress. It was a good night when she woke before the alarm. While the literal mind-blowing headache was of course worth it, it fucking sucked to feel like someone drove a fist covered in needles into your brain. Both herself and Yonah had started to become conditioned to wake up before that. 

Thankfully only when they slept like this. Can you imagine waking every three and a half hours every night? 

Sophia tended to wake up a little earlier, and she had her theories as to why. 

Most of her senses were dulled slightly when she was in her cursed glass form, but as the curse was about to end it was somehow more intense. A numbness that was so total it made her feel phantom sensations, usually the opposite of what she should be feeling. All those conflicting feelings and expectations creeped into her dreams. And even if her heart wasn’t pumping real blood, the momentary panic was real. 

Until she heard the powerful THUMPTHUMP of the giant’s heart, and felt it through her entire body. The weird memory of chill didn’t go away, despite being able to better perceive the very real heat all around her. That wasn’t a phantom feeling, the feeling that she should be cold was just the curse preparing to end. 

Stretching her joints make a horrible sound akin to a pain of glass that was forming cracks. When she called up a few points of dim grey lights there were no cracks to be found. 

The light danced pleasantly red and pink across the slime covered walls that stretched and squashed in time to Yonah’s breathing, as well as the natural flexing of the muscles, and the small amount of fluid gathered at the bottom of the stomach. Oh it was very soothing to watch. 

Instead of falling back asleep she gently kneaded the walls with her feet, or stretch it out with her hands, seeing how the light reflected against the unnatural contortions. She did not stop when eventually a longer, deeper breath was taken, the stomach squished a bit more by the expanding diaphragm, followed by a rumble on the exhale. 

There was nothing quite like waking up with a full stomach. Except perhaps waking up to being massaged by the person currently filling his stomach. He knew what it meant but he wanted to savor it for a little while. 

Still, he reached over to his nightstand to tip the Emerald Hour Glass on its side, and rolled over onto his back, sighing and scratching his stomach, feeling the magically solid princess tucked away underneath his skin and muscle. 

Yawning sent a shudder through his body and his stomach trembled more so as Sophia laughed. He switched from scratching to more intense pressing and rubbing. Occasionally he would simply flex his middle to squish her and she fought back as best she could, stretching the organ pleasantly. 

Finally he spoke. 

“You want to be let out?” he wouldn’t be disappointed if she said yes. Normally half the night was all she was willing to tolerate. And more often than not she would just curl up in his arms and snuggle up against his face until morning, rather than sleep in her own bed. Understandable, his stomach wasn’t really an ideal bed chamber, even if Sophia was made of indigestible glass. 

There was a full body stretch before she relaxed and chirped a muffled “NAAAAH!” followed by more muffled speech that he could not hear but the rhythm was undeniably the couplet to reset the curse. 

That, a dab of special glass paste on her forehead, and a little magic, was all it took. And she was safe for another four hours. At which point it would be time to wake up for real. 

As he flipped the hourglass Yonah licked his chapped lips. Sophia settled in his stomach, ready to fall asleep.

“You mind if I get a drink of water?”

With her tensing he could almost see her scowl. 

“Ugghhhh - Fine.”

Sophia re-adjusted to her shifted world. Sitting up against the curvature of the stomach as it swayed with Yonah’s gate. Of course he would wait until after she reset the curse to ask! 

“You should really keep a glass on the nightstand,” Sophia said as he filled a glass half-way in the kitchen sink. 

There was no response other than soft gulps and subsequent cascade of luke-warm water. It diluted the thick fluids and came up to her chest. Not that it would matter if she had been submerged. She didn’t need to breathe. Guess he wasn’t feeling like a whole asshole tonight. Only half of one. 

Yonah spent a few moments annoying the princess by poking his belly curiously. The water slosh a bit but the solid and quite heavy princess stubbornly refused to go with the flow. 

Once were back in the bedroom the water level had dropped considerably. Enough that even as he lay on his side she could still easily avoid going under and still be in a comfortable position. 

“See you in the morning,” he yawned, pressing at his middle one last time. 

She stretched and gave him a few more kicks before curling up, and returning to her dreams.

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[petri808]

Plea Bargain

@nalulovelovefest 12/3/19

Mahalo @random-rave for the idea :)

Originally for day 1, it morphed into a story encompassing all 8 days of prompts (playful, innocent, desperate, unbearable, ecstatic, teasing, funny, fight).  Lol, it’s the omake you may wish for from FT City Hero ;)  Rated M for NSFW, hot, cheesy police humor & fluff

When he had walked in to his home that evening after a long shift, officer Dragneel hadn’t expected to find a burglar rummaging through his belongings.  

“Hold it right there!” he flips on a light switch, “you’re under arrest.”

The woman stood frozen a moment before pasting a smirk upon her face.  She drops her bag of loot and holds up her hands, “you’ve caught me officer,” looking at his badge, “Dragneel.”

Drinking it all in, Natsu flashed a fang, my what a score he had here!  Lithe and sinewy the woman’s skin tight, black body suit hugged all the sinful curves she sported.  And how adorable, she even wore an eye mask and cat ears.  He licks his lips as his eyes travel along its length, a yummy hourglass frame and buxom chest, it was a crime in itself that she owned such a body. “You know,” he unhooks the cuffs from his belt, “burglary is a felony young lady and the punishment could be stiff.”  

The woman’s grin only widens, “I think I can handle it.”

“We’ll see about that.” He prompts her up against the couch and pulls her arms behind her back, cuffing the wrists together.  Leaning over his catch, his fingers keep a tight grin on her hip as he brushes his lips over her nape.  “You have the right to remain silent or anything you say can,” jutting hard against her backside, she squeaks when a long solid object makes itself known, “and will be used against you.”

“Please officer Dragneel, I’m sure we could strike a plea bargain that we’ll both be happy with?”

“Hmm,” kneeing her legs apart, “adding bribery of an officer, you must really want to be punished.”

She shrugs her shoulders, “what can I say, I’m a sucker for a man in uniform, but I’d bet,” leaning back she makes a grab for his crotch, “you look even better out of uniform.”

He slaps her hand away. “And you look best, bent over this couch.”

“I know, and frankly I haven’t been laid in a while, so I wouldn’t mind it.”

“Tch.”  Always keeping one hand on her back and a knee on her thigh to hold her still, he frisks the perp.  Running his hands up and down every inch of her body from her calves on up, meticulously scrutinizing junctions and crevasses where she may be hiding something.

“You know that would be easier to accomplish if you stripped me down,” a timber of amusement in her tone. “I wouldn’t be opposed to that.”

“Perhaps you’re right,” gliding the edging of his hand under the curve of her breast, “especially for this area,” and giving the large mounds a squeeze, “there may be illicit evidence hidden away in here.”

“I plead the fifth.”

“Oh ho,” he stands her up straight, “that sounds like an admission to me.  You’ve been playing coquette till this point and now you wanna keep quiet?  Didn’t think I’d take the offer huh?”

“Hmph!” she pouts, and turns her head, “Do your worst to me copper!  I’ll never break!” But the slight uptick in the corners of her mouth are telling.

“Thanks for the permission girly, now I don’t need a warrant to search your premises.  Come on,” he grabs the crook of her arm and pushes her towards a back room of the house, “time for your interrogation.”

Once inside the bedroom, officer Dragneel locks the door behind him and makes sure the windows are locked before removing the cuffs from her wrists.  “I’ll put them back on after you remove your clothes.”

“No.”

He cocks and eyebrow, “Do I need to strip you myself?  The faster you comply, the easier this will be for you.”

“Ugh fine!”  Mumbling under her breath, “would’a been more fun if you did it.”

“All in good time. But you may leave the ears on for now.”

She’s about to question it but decides to ignore the comment.  It wasn’t a kink she thought he’d had but eh, whatever floats his boat cause it didn’t bother her.  She slinks her way out of the stretchable fabric, pulling her arms out, passing it down and over to release her chest from its bindings.  All the while he watches, memorizing details he wanted to recall later, his eyes stalking each movement like a predator.  Down the suit travels, revealing her flat little tummy and as it passes her legs, she kicks it off at him, smirking as she does it.  

He growls and motions to her undergarments, “those too.”

“Shall I leave these on?” she runs her hand along her thigh high, heeled boots.  “Maybe another one of your kinks?”

“Off, you could be hiding a weapon in them.”

“Oh no,” she unzips the sides and starts to remove them, “I left those in my other boots.”  Dropping the first boot, “didn’t think I’d have company,” then the removes the second one, “you got off early today.”

“And how would you know that?”

“I’m a burglar,” unclasping her bra and letting that fall, “I normally case my targets, oh and see,” flouncing her breasts, “nothing hidden here.”

“Not too bright to pick a cops house, and I can see that.”

Removing her last vestige of modesty, “Anyways, like I said earlier, I’m a sucker for a guy in uniform.” She throws the thong at his chest, giggling when it catches on his badge.  “Whoops!”

“Whoops my ass!” he grabs her and drags her onto the mattress, cuffing her wrists to the headboard. “It’s not very nice to tease, you know,” pulling the wooden baton from his belt holder.  Running it along her leg to her inner thigh, grazing her sex and lingering at her entrance causing her to shiver, then trailing it against her side, “especially an officer of the law,” before placing it on his night stand.  He unholsters his Glock, ejects the unspent bullet into his hand and the mag, “wouldn’t want ya getting any ideas,” adding it next to the baton.  His belt is next to be unceremoniously tossed onto the stand.

“I was just being friendly,” she purrs.  “Can’t help it if you thought I was teasing you.”

“Tch,” shirking off his pants and tossing it onto a nearby chair.  “Just an innocent criminal, isn’t that what they all say?”  He unbuttons and zips out of his uniform, shrugging off the stiff material, then the bulletproof vest and adding it to the pile of clothes.    

Arching her body and jangling the metal cuffs as she pulls slightly against it, “Mmm,” she bites the corner of her lip, “I was right about one thing.”

“What’s that?”

“You do look better out of uniform.”

“All the more to torture you with, I’d say.  This technique has been known to elicit confessions.”

“I can imagine.  You expecting me to sing for you copper?”

“Oh, I expect a lot more by the end of this night.”

“Then get on with it,” she settles against the downy comforter in a suggestive manner, “but lose the boxers, or are you going for cruel and unusual punishment, hmm, I’m laid bare, I have my rights, equal treatment an’ all that, so shouldn’t you be naked too?”

“Are you sure, it might add to the punishment.”

“I can handle it… literally,” she winks, “if you let me.”

“No.”

She pouts, “no fun.”

“Enough with the chit chat,” sitting on the edge of the bed.  “Tell me your name.”  She smiles and shakes her head.  “Are you the same person who robbed me last week.”  Silence.  “There’s been a string of burglaries in this area, did you commit those?”  Still not a sound.  “Are you going to tell me anything about your crimes?”

“Nope.”

With a sigh, “Well you leave me no choice,” he gets off and pulls a blindfold out of the night stand, moving to place it on her.

“Hey that’s not fair,” she tries to fidget out of his grasp, but he pins her down and secures it tightly over her eyes.  “But I didn’t get to see the goods!”

“Aww,” he runs the back of his hand along her cheek, “what was it you said earlier, haven’t been laid in a while, feeling a bit horny are ya?  You gave me the perfect method to gain your cooperation.”

She grits her teeth, “that’s cruel…”

“I’ll make sure you are compensated if I’m satisfied with your answers.”

“Come on!” she whines, “let me see it at least once.”

“Alright fine, if you tell me your name, I’ll give you a peek.”

After a brief pause, “Lucy,” she spits out, “Lucy Heartfillia.  Now tit for tat.”

He sits up on his knees to reach over, loosening the blindfold, and remains raised so when it falls from her eyes, his erection is in full view.  She gasps a bit, “impressive… Damn that might be enough to make me go straight.”

“I think that’s the best compliment I’ve ever heard.”  He secures the blindfold again.  “Gonna answer my other questions yet?”  She shakes her head, no.  “Suit yourself.”

Lucy can feel the bed shifting telling her that he’s gotten off and she reaches out with the only sensory device she had left under her control, hearing.  Sounds of a drawer opening or closing, rummaging as if he was looking for something.  Something plastic, no or maybe latex?  Was he putting on gloves or a condom, it was hard to tell the difference.  Finally, after what felt like forever, she felt him getting back onto the bed and moving over her.  “Took you long enough, it’s kinda chilly left bare like this.”

“Don’t worry things are about to heat up.”  He settles more of his lower body between her legs, allowing the weight and length of his cock to ride up against her clit.  The heated pressure makes Lucy arch, but his hips keep her pinned.  “Now,” he flicks her nipple and rims it with his tongue, “the way this works,” sucking in the pert little button in and popping it out, “is I’ll continue to play,” squeezing her breast and nibbling the supple flesh, “however I desire,” he moves over to the next breast, teasing in the same manner, “everything but,” moving to the nape of her neck, nipping and biting, he shifts his pelvis and lines up letting the tip, press hard against the entrance, almost pushing in, “this,” then pulls away, settling once more to simply torture her clit, “until you decide to tell me what I want to hear.”

“T-This is extortion…” but when his canines graze against her neck a little deeper than before, she moans, “fucking hell.”

“You can end this whenever you want to.”

“I-I won’t cave, but at least tell me your name…  So, I can curse it!”

He chuckles, “it’s Natsu,” grinding his pelvis into hers, eliciting a gasp, “scream it nice and loud for me.”

But she sucks in her lips, biting down as she shakes her head trying to muffle the moans.  Lucy had targeted the sexy cop who taunted her dreams and now she was paying for it.  Well, depends on how she wanted to view the situation cause frankly, it was turning out to be a play by play of one of her fantasies, minus a few more kinks she would have loved thrown in.

Natsu bides his time toying with Lucy’s beautiful bosoms, massaging and kneading the malleable flesh to his heart’s content while his tongue lavishes her jaunty nipples with wet kisses, and working the fevered skin until it trembled from the slightest touch.  He couldn’t help but groan at the idea of fucking these mounds one day.  Smirking against them, maybe she’ll break in a third time.

He slides a hand up grasping her under the chin and turning her head to the side, “give up yet?” Lucy shakes her head, “I think you’ll need to see the next half of this.”  So, he pulls the blindfold up letting it settle at her crown and he brushes his lips along her jawline, nibbling their way to her ears.  The warm air from each breath wafts over her skin, making the tiny hairs behind her neck and along her arms stand up.  Shivers course through her body with every nip, but when the sharper canines sink into her flesh a tad, Lucy can no longer hold back an amorous moan.  “Oh, that was a tell,” he teases the blonde, peppering her collar with more love bites. She bucks at him, jerking roughly at her constraints.  Natsu stops his ministrations, “Don’t do that, you’ll really hurt your wrists.”

“Then take them off,” she pants.

“I can’t risk that.” Lucy watches him get off the bed and leave the room for a few minutes.  When Natsu returns, using the sash from a robe, he ties them around her wrist, to the headboard, then removes the metal handcuffs.  “There, that should be better, but still try not to pull hard on them.”

“Gee, thanks,” she rolls her eyes.

“You could always confess.”

“No.”

“I’m not complaining,” taking another nibble at her jaw, “take all the time you need…”  Natsu returns to his craft but decides to roam.  Trailing his hands along her sides, “Mmm, I wonder what other sensitive spots I could find…”  As soon as he reaches just under her rib cage she flinches.  “Oh, there’s one.”  

“D-don’t you dare…”

Travelling lower to her hip and feeling her skin start to crawl, he knows he’s getting close, and sure enough as his hands ghost towards her inner thigh, Lucy bucks her hips and her dying laments turn to lust-filled whimpers.  “There we go.”

Skimming along, Natsu marks a path along Lucy’s streamlined frame, trailing plush wet kisses down over her sides, her stomach, pleasing with his tongue, or scraping his nails to trigger ripples.  She alternates between held breaths and loud sighs, eruptions of giggles and fits of impassioned twisting in a bid to curtail or drive him in the direction she wishes.  Natsu, knows she’s growing impatient and doesn’t give in, merely holding her still when she moves around too much.  

And it is.  Lucy’s desperation is mounting, she’s so close to throwing in the towel, yet she holds out in the hopes that eventually all this foreplay will be too much for him to keep up with.  I mean, he’s gotta be hurting too by now, how much bluer is he willing to suffer through?  But, the closer Natsu gets to her core, the more her resolve begins to crumble.  His lips have become fiery stokes, leaving heated embers in its wake fueling the passions coiling at her center.  They tease now at the junction of her legs, her mewls escalating with each touch along her sensitive thighs, but her dying determination is about to reach its breaking point.

“Damn woman you are wet!” Natsu licks his lips slowly watching as her eyes follow every movement, “I bet you’ll taste delicious…”  With his mouth poised over the very essence of her sexuality, he looks up a final time with the cockiest of grins, his tongue perched and ready to play, “any last words?”

“I…” but Lucy shakes her head adamantly, damn it she wasn’t gonna crack!  Her breathing stills and eyes clamp shut in eager yet anxiety-ridden anticipation.

“Okay,” he sits up and scoots himself off the bed.

“W-Wait!”  Her eyes fly open.  “What…  Y-You can’t just… Don’t just leave me hanging!”

“I told you earlier, if I’m satisfied with your answers, then you’ll get compensated.  But you refused so no sweets for the sinner.” Natsu picks up his boxers from the floor.  “Too bad too,” he gives his cock a few hand strokes, “bet you would have enjoyed this reward.”  Shrugging his shoulders, he moves to pull his boxers on.

“WAIT!!  Okay, Okay, yes it was me, I broke in here three times so far.”

“Three?” cocking a brow, “I only knew of two.”

“The first time, I just kinda,” she blushes and turns her face away, “watched you sleep.”

He sits back on the edge of the bed, “a burglar…” tiptoeing his fingers along the inseam of her leg, “and a peeping tom,” when they reach her clit, he drags them across causing her to shudder, “I’ve lost track of all the counts against you.”

“I’m sorry okay!  I swear it wasn’t me who burg’d those other places, I’m innocent of those.  I only broke in here cause I wanted to have stuff of yours as a keepsake.  Please Natsu…” her whimpered prose a sweet melody as she reaches with her toes to probe his thigh, “please?”

“Well I guess since you’ve complied with my terms,” Natsu crawls back over Lucy, muzzling against her neck, “it’s only fair that I honor the deal.”

“Mmm,” arching her body, “honor, integrity, and all that jazz,” she purrs through the measured kisses along her nape.  “But how bout losing the cuffs?”

He chuckles against her skin, “nice try.”

“Worth a shot.”

Resting more to his side, Natsu slides Lucy’s leg up and over his waist to gain access as he continues ravaging her neck with love bites.  Her succulent moans feeding his actions when he slips a couple of fingers into her entrance, pushing as deep as he can before curling them.  She was still so slick her walls offered no resistance at first, only grabbing hold when he tried to remove them.  “Natsu…” her body churns, hips grinding of their own volition in time with his pumping, she cries out when his thumb sweeps over her clit in a tag-teamed raid.  Harder and harder he plunges his fingers through her channel, adding a third digit to the fray.  This final assault staggers Lucy’s vision with heated and dancing stars, her body contorting when the makings of her climax take firm hold.  Again, his name is cried out to the world, reinforced in a continuous line of babble that only makes sense in her mind.

“My name sounds amazing,” he removes his fingers as she comes down from the high, “coming from those lips of yours.”  Licking his fingers, “mmm, was right about being delicious too.”

Lucy manages a smile as her heaving chest and racked body work hard to balance again, but Natsu gives her sensitive sex little reprieve before he’s right back on top of her, fully vested and plunging his steeled cock into her pussy, swallowing her screams as expletives now replace his name.  It only makes him grin wider.  “Too much?” he teases.  

“Noooo,” is the only word he can make out from her gibberish.

He settles into a smooth repetition, grinding harshly against her center with an upward thrust at the end.  His fingers groping her ass, coveting and lifting to help her meet his momentum. She twists against her bindings, chastising him, wanting so desperately to rake her nails down his back.  “Natsu please undo…”

A crackling sound from a radio, “Central to 348, Hearfillia come back.”

“Oh, hell no!” Natsu grits his teeth.

“Wasn’t…. planning to…. So close…” she whimpers, “so fucking close again…”  Picking up the speed, Natsu pumps faster and harder, practically bouncing her into the mattress.  He can feel the walls clamping down around his cock….  “Natsuuuuu!”  For the second time tonight, Lucy orgasms violently, body twisting and arching while he tries to keep her from bucking him off.

More crackling, “Central to 348, Heartfillia answer your damn radio!”

“I-It sounds urgent Natsu,” she’s still panting harshly, “I think I need to answer, untie me.”

He growls, “But I ain’t done yet!  Fucking Fullbuster can wait!”  

“Untie me Natsu, it’s not like I’m leaving.”

“No!”

“Central to 362, Dragneel where the hell is your partner?!”

“Screw him!  We’re off the damn clock!”

“Natsu come on just untie me so I can shut Gray up.”

“Fuck him, that icy perverted bastard!”

“Central to 348, Heartfillia come back or I’ll send a squad car!”

“See!!  Just fucking untie me Natsu!”

“Ugh!” he reaches up, undoing the knot.  “Goddamn asshole, just hurry up.”

Lucy crawls over and grabs the radio from her nightstand, “348 to central, keep your pants on Fullbuster, what do you want?”

“Central to 348, there was a report of Oracion activity down at the piers, Detective Dreyar is requesting you get down there as soon as possible.”

“348 to central, I’ll finish up what I’m doing and be on my way.”

“Central to 348, any approximate eta?”

Natsu shakes his head at Lucy.  “Um 348 to Central, no I can’t give you that.”

“Central to 348….”  Pause.  “Never mind I assume Dragneel is involved.  Captain Makarov said just get down there ASAP.”

Before Lucy can even put the radio back onto the nightstand, Natsu hauls her onto all fours and rams his cock back into her like a man on a serious mission causing her to shriek from the sudden impact.  The radio clatters to the ground haphazardly beneath the bed.  “Do you…” he impales the blonde sharply, driving over and over, “have any idea how much effort it took,” gripping to her hip bones, “to maintain this erection for so long!”  

“S-Sorry…” her laments mix with carnal mewls, “did I play the part t-too well?”

“Fuck yes!” Natsu growls, “But damn it if didn’t just turn me the fuck on!”  With unrelenting assaults, he plows into the blonde, rocking her senseless.  Losing strength in her arms, Lucy drops forward, biting into a pillow and digging into the sheets to muffle the screams leaching from her mouth.  “And we’ve been so damn busy with work, it’s not like we get this chance often….”  The swings in his hips start to grow erratic, “Oh, god it’s coming….” gritting down, his voice changing octaves, “Luce…” he manages her nickname as the surges ripple through his frame, pulsing with each blast of seed into her.  Natsu pumps his hips in a couple more jerkier attempts before pulling out and falling over spent and tired beside Lucy.  “Fuck that was amazing…”  

“Ugh…” Lucy whines, “I really don’t wanna…”

A crackling sound breaks the din but it’s coming from Natsu’s radio only, with snickering in the background “this is Central to 348 and 362,”and a hint of bemusement in the dispatcher’s tone, “disregard the call for assistance, just check in with detective Dreyar in the morning.  But by the way,” they can hear whistling, cat-calls, and Natsu you stud type comments being yelled in the background, “you might wanna make sure you turn the answer button off next time.”  

The couple turn wide-eyed towards each other and Lucy clambers out of bed to shut her radio off. “Aww fuck!” Natsu runs his hand over his face, “Gray’s never gonna let me live this down!”  

“Just Gray!” she shrieks, “Hello!!  The whole damn department’s gonna know by the morning!”

[tumblunni]

Ok so.. I feel really ungrateful as fuck saying this.. but it kinda bugs me how much perrin being nonbinary just.. isn’t really shown at all.

At least, in what i’ve seen so far, yknow? I watched the first ep of someone else’s let’s play to see if i was gonna like this game, and i like this game SO MUCH that I stopped right there and am downloading it at the speed of light yo!!! My hype is maximum and I really don’t want this to be seen as a hate message or anything, it's just a mild opinion piece about something that bummed me out a little, as a nonbinary person.

Ok so.. again, this makes me sound like an ASSHOLE but I have to say it.. Perrin looks like a boy. 100% of all LPers I have seen have assumed they were a boy. I, a nonbinary person, assumed they were a boy. (And felt like absolute shit afterwards, man I still have to work on my internalized gender stereotypes!)

Now in real life I absolutely wouldn’t go around being some douchebag who tells other NB folk they aren’t dressing ‘right’, or whatever. In real life people can feel very different ways about being outside of conventional gender norms. Some people feel like “both at once” or “neither” or “something else entirely that doesn’t touch either side of our society’s current binary stereotypes”. And regardless of whether you’re agender/bigender/genderfluid or any other type of genderqueer person, your fashion sense doesn’t have to fit any strict rule to “prove” it to people. Some people try and dress in androgenous stuff, some people try to mix parts of both gendered fashion worlds, some people like to wear very neutral baggy stuff as a different way of being androgenous, some people like to wear wild and fun stuff that never had any gender stereotype in the first place/because it helps them feel confident in themself if they have a big brave kind of fashion, yknow? (that’s why I dyed my hair at least, and why I think a lot of lGBT people do) And of course, some people just prefer ‘feminine’ or ‘masculine’ clothes regardless of not being that gender, and if we can accept that cis women can enjoy ‘tomboy’ fashion then we should accept that trans people don’t have to fit into even more rigid fashion rules in order to ‘earn’ their gender.

BUT this isn’t real life, it’s a videogame

We have a lot more context here, with the context that this is a character designed within a fandom whose previous attempts at NB representation have kinda started setting up a trend. In that context, this is a bit worrying that it’s happened again, and maybe future fangame creators are feeling like they have to do it, or something?

Like the NB protagonist Pluto in Pokemon Uranium.

They’re still someone I deeply love, but their design looks incredibly masculine aside from a side ponytail. If anything their design communicates more that they’re a younger option compared to the other two, or something?

And the two NB protagonist options Ari and Decibel in Pokemon Reborn

Their designs look like more traditionally masculine and feminine-leaning ways of being nonbinary, ykno? And that wouldn’t be bad on it’s own, but let me try and explain what I mean...

A similar issue occurs in the unrelated dating sim Hustle Cat:

Which is generally incredibly progressive and actually the first dating sim I’ve ever seen that lets you play a nonbinary protag! But you still get only two character models to choose from.

Like it’s great that they had two options to aknowledge how not all trans people are the same, but it starts to look a bit.. odd, when those two options are ‘feminine and masculine’ and no form of androgenous is ever an option. or even like.. someone with a ‘masculine’ body build but a ‘feminine’ fashion sense. That would be kind of a stereotypical way to depict a trans character but it wouldn’t just be making a random design that could fit amoungst the already existing gendered protags and then just saying they’re trans. And a lot of people found it weird how these ones seem to be drawn as like.. both on the far masculine end, just a cis man and a trans man.

Like.. even as a nonbinary person myself, I wouldn’t have known these characters were nonbinary if you hadn’t told me. And that leaves me feeling horrible about myself that I judged them on first sight, but I mean this is within a genre of entertainment that’s literally never had any Me in it and i’ve got used to being all ‘no you’re just reading too much into it’ whenever i headcanon anyone as genderqueer...

And just.. I feel like if you’re gonna just draw another two masculine and feminine looking characters, or just a second masculine one (or a weird two masculine ones that’re labelled male and female with no option for in-between...) then couldn’t you have saved time by just letting us choose our pronouns for the two you already had? like I already play a lot of games headcanoning the protag as just a masc-fashion version of my enby self, I feel like kinda the point of adding a third design would be to make it something the others aren’t already delivering. Look at it this way, you already HAVE two nonbinary characters who look masculine and feminine, just like the player could also play them as a trans boy and trans girl. Pronoun selector box is the greatest invention of our time! So what I’m really saying is not “don’t have super masc NB protags” but just “can we have another option too?”

Oh, but then that’s also been done not-so-well by certain games too.. Awesome amazing multiplayer party game dating sim Monster Prom let’s you choose your pronouns!

...except these are your only character options! All of these are very clearly intended to be read as masc or femme, you’re probably gonna feel dysphoric as heck if you play them as trans, and none of them work super well as nonbinary either. I think pretty much every NB player has always gone for Oz (yellow one), cos he’s the one that’s most capable of fitting that headcanon just by virtue of being perpetually shadowed. Tho still his default is “he” pronouns, his fashion sense is masc and his voice is masc. Still I’m really fuckin proud of the fandom for collectively latching onto NB Oz and using “they” all the time in fanworks, and then the developers being okay with it, like holy shit man you healed my goddamn heart... <3

Still, it makes me feel a lil like this would have been easy to fix? like I’m not saying redraw everything to have them all change bodies/fashion style depending on your pronoun choice, but like.. maybe just not draw them with such super disparate body styles in the first place? like in this style every girl is hourglass and has weird legs out arms out pose, and every dude is a chunkfest with twice as big hands and feet. Like you could have maybe just made two of the characters be a very curvy girl and a very buff boy, and then the other two be more neutral in appearance but still retaining the same designs. Like I think if you just gave the blue girl a baggier shirt that doesn’t highlight her boobs and hips so much, she could easily be my favourite ‘most NB-able’ design! maybe also tone down the eyelash and lipstick effects?

I think probably a similar thing could have been done with the Reborn protagonists? like there’s nothing inherantly feminine about wearing a tanktop and having a fancy undercut hairstyle and such, its just the way they drew Ari that makes them look feminine. I guess maybe that’s a necessary evil of fangames, since they usually use edits of already existing characters from the games? Then again the games have plenty of androgenous characters already, even if nobody is canonically confirmed as LGBT. *shrug*

Anyway

I absolutely am not trying to nitpick and attack the game for not being perfect in this one aspect. i’m still super excited to even see someone like me in a videogame at all, and I’m definately not one of those people who’s like ‘I’d rather have nothing than have something flawed’. I already admire you greatly for what you’ve done for the inclusivity of this fandom, and I hope that my discussion of this stuff doesn’t discourage you from continuing.

And I guess my point is, in summary

What I mean is not “there are no nonbinary people who prefer to dress masculine instead of androgenous”, but instead that when you’re designing a nonbinary person as the only option a nonbinary player gets or the only nonbinary person in the game, with no playable option, it would probably be a little better to draw them androgenous.

Like, you’ve put that NB character into the role of representing all nonbinary people ever, to the hypothetical audience of people who’ve never heard of the concept before and aren’t super educated about the intricacies of gender presentation. And then also rather than using traditionally gendered outfits to aknowledge that NB people have many ways to present themselves... you’ve given us less ways to present ourselves.

Also it’s a little bit odd that you have an NB rival but said “we’re not ever considering an NB player option in the future”. Sorry but I cannot understand the logic? Like.. you know NB people play your game if you wanted to put NB representation in it, but you didn’t put it as playable because... reasons?? I hope maybe that interview was just taken out of context and you meant something more like “it’s not planned for now because it’s a lot of work and the game is still in its demo stage”, which is absolutely an understandable reason and how Uranium and Reborn did it. But Uranium and Reborn were kinda odd for being a world where literally nobody else aside from you could ever be NB, so I am really grateful that your game did add an NB character. And one in a big role!! This is what i mean about how grateful I am and how I feel awful that my bad internet typing skills are making this post come off as more aggressive than intended.. *sigh*

OH and also maybe a tip for Periin? just.. like.. mention their pronouns. It’s really frustrating to watch everyone doing let’s plays of this thing and constantly assuming Perrin is male because their design is very masculine. Even me! Even me was assume! :( So like... maybe just have Perrin actually tell the audience that they are nonbinary at some point, during this introduction? or have the protagonist’s inner monologue mention it, or another character mention it on the way towards meeting Perrin? like I dunno, maybe a Perrin fan npc?cos it would seem a bit more natural to talk about gender if it’s someone saying “wow I admire Perrin’s androgenous fashion sense” rather than like.. a stranger saying “i can’t tell if you’re a boy or a girl from your face”.

I can understand how it can be tricky to figure out how to introduce a LGBT character’s LGBT-ness without having them go around saying it to every new person they meet, it’s something I’ve had to fix in the editing process even as a trans person writing trans characters. But just having their gender only be mentioned on missable promotional material outside the game means that a lot of players won’t ever hear about it, and it like.. has zero impact of actual inclusivity on the game. It’s why people were angry about DUmbledore only getting revealed as gay after the series already ended. Him being gay missed all of its chances to make gay readers of the series feel welcome, or have any part of his character be informed by his sexuality. like the plot between him and grindlewold could have been way more effective if it was him losing a boyfriend to the dark arts, just sayin...

anyway whatever, bunni is bad at writing coherant posts in summary thanks for perrin and sorry for whining about perrin, aaaaa

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Champion Hills is not considered a long course, only 6510 yards from the tips, and designed with the amateur player in mind. Featuring five sets of tees, including three rated for women and additional “combo tees” placed 15 to 30 yards in front of forced carries on some holes, to eliminate those stressful shots for higher handicappers, golfers of all abilities can find their right length. Through meticulous grading and the creation of transition areas, Fazio was able to craft a design that only requires six uphill shots, unheard of in a mountain layout. Don't get me wrong, this is not an easy course but it is not a course that will leave high handicappers frustrated. With breathtaking views and the severe drops on some of the holes, a round at Champion Hills can be thrilling and one that you won't soon forget. Favorite Holes (all of them but here are eight that stood out the most). #1 Par 4 Simply because it is the first hole and just takes your breath away from the get go. You have to pinch yourself to realize this course is not a dream - this is real. A picturesque example of outstanding golf in a beautiful mountain setting which presents the golfer with a dramatic, long-range view of the Blue Ridge Mountains. The first shot is played across a narrow ravine to a generous fairway. The short second shot is slight uphill to a wide putting surface carved into the natural hillside. #4 Par 3 A downhill par which overlooks an existing mountain stream. Club selection will vary with pin location on the deep green. Nestled in a valley between two hillsides, the green is supported by a collection of depressions and sand traps which flank the left side. #5 Par 5 A beautiful par 5 featuring a downhill, tree lined fairway with a small pond on the left side of the green. This hole is carved into the hillside, sloping rom right to left. The linear hourglass green is very deep and allows many pin locations and yardage adjustments. #9 Par 3 A dramatic downhill par 3 with a 180 degree view of the Blue Ridge Mountains. Due to a drop in elevation of as much as 125 feet, tee shot club selection will change by 2 or 3 clubs. Choose wisely. The large green is guarded on the front right and back left by bunkers. #10 Par 4 The tree-lined, dogleg right fairway offers panoramic long range view from the tee. A well placed tee shot, slightly left of center can be rewarded with a distance boost on the downhill fairway, leaving a short downhill approach shot to the green. #13 Par 5 A short par 5 with an opportunity for birdie, if you can split the fairway bunker on the right and natural ravine left on the downhill tee shot. An approach shot to the right should funnel the ball toward the green, which is heavily bunkered and contoured on the left side. #15 Par 4 A long iron or 3-wood may be the club of choice to position the tee shot, for the approach on this short dogleg left. Converging brooks, both right and in front of the tiered green will force you to select the right approach club. #18 Par 4 The 18th hole has many natural features which combine to make this a memorable, dramatic par 4. A swift flowing mountain stream edges the entire right side from the green to the teeing area. Several natural waterfalls add to the beauty and excitement. Carved out of the forest, this hole is framed with White Pines, Tulip Poplars, Rhododendron and Mountain Laurel. The wide landing area sweeps from left to right. The uphill second shot needs to carry the front edge of this two-level large green. The smart shot should favor the left side of the green, avoiding the ever present stream on the right. Final Thoughts Perfectly situated in the heart of the Blue Ridge Mountains, Champion Hills offers a four season climate, a casually elegant country club lifestyle and a very active club membership. Champion Hills' elevations of 2,500 to 2,800 feet may not be as high as some High Country Mountain communities, but excellent Blue Ridge Mountain views abound, nonetheless. It is this lower elevation that makes for a more temperate climate. The short winter features an average high in January of 47 degrees and summers are cool with a July average high of 84 degrees. The lower elevation is what also enables the availability of year-round golf and given the more temperate climate perhaps presents less of a driving challenge during the winter months compared to some of the other North Carolina Mountain communities. With numerous onsite amenities and convenient access to all the arts, dining and culture of Asheville and Hendersonville, residents never lack for entertainment or recreation options. The Tom Fazio course is consistently ranked in the top 15 in North Carolina and is challenging yet playable for golfers of all skill levels. If you are searching for a Western North Carolina Mountain golf community, you may find what Champion Hills has to offer is "the full package"! #championhills www.championhills.com Read the full article

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loki’s body

mmm, okay, so i’m gonna be going through with a description of all the physical make-up of loki’s body, kinda like this scar post here. i’m gonna be focused on outward physical appearance in this one, although i might do like, an inventory of all of loki’s organs at one point ‘cause he’s uh, not human and those are Definitely A Bit Different but for now

this is gonna focus on loki’s “aesir” form (which only looks aesir from afar, because once you get closer to him, he doesn’t feel aesir at all). sex bits below cut. 

SKIN: loki’s skin is pale, white and smooth. he allows pretty much 0 imperfections or blemishes to show, so you’re literally never gonna see spots or marks, and certainly never any of his scars, unless he’s intentionally putting them on display. 

loki’s skin is cold to the touch, because he’s literally cold-blooded, and his skin is also quite hard and unyielding in most areas, so unless you’re grabbing an area that’s heavier on fat (like his ass or his thighs), it’s not going to give way much against pressing fingers. when i say he feels like marble or stone, i mean that. loki also does not sweat, and kinda finds the whole display of it really gross.

HAIR: loki’s hair is not greasy by nature. when loki is alone and away from the oncoming frizz that thor’s storms conjure, his hair is very thick, wavy and curly at its tips. it rests very heavily upon his back, and although it rarely tangles, it’s thick enough to show some resistance if you drag your fingers through it. loki usually keeps his hair greased back, and when he does not, he tends to wear it in a bun to keep it away from his face.

loki does not, has never, and will never braid his hair. hair braiding is something done by the vanir and the aesir, and something the jotnar do not engage in. also, there’s literally no hair on loki beneath his nose. the jotnar don’t really have body hair, like, at all, and he’s never had body hair on him at all.

TORSO: loki is muscular. his shoulders are very broad, and thick with corded muscle - loki is more than strong enough to life thor onto his shoulders, and by no means is he thin, waifish or weak. loki has defined pectorals with relatively small, pink nipples, and he has defined abdominal muscles too, but not like, a washboard. he doesn’t have a navel because jotnar don’t have umbilical cords, and instead rest in an amniotic fluid rich and ripe with magic, so his belly is flat, but jotnar have a secondary rib cage that protects the lower organs, and so if you try to punch for the stomach, instead of hitting the solar plexus, you’re going to crack your knuckles on his sternum.

loki has WIDE HIPS (almost as wide as his shoulders), but his waist is rather small and defined, meaning that he has an extremely defined hourglass figure once he takes off his clothes. he tends to allow a little of the hourglass figure to come through in the shape of his clothes, but part of the reason he tends to stiff leathers is to downplay how extreme that feminine shape is. 

ARMS: loki has big arms. they are muscular, they are strong, and he likes to punch people with them. woo hoo for punching. it is fun. no but really, his arms are strong and smooth, and he usually keeps spare blades flattened against the insides of his forearms. loki has big wrists.

HANDS: loki’s fingers are slender and clever, but his hands are still quite meaty and strong: they’re very dexterous, and on multiple occasions he has reassembled one of his hands after a bad injury. much as he will deny it, his left hand is his dominant hand, but he will usually use his right hand for the sake of appearances. 

LEGS: loki has strong, thickly muscled legs. his thighs are broad and mighty, and he can definitely do the whole “crush a watermelon” thing. loki is well used to running long distances, and he is extremely steady on his feet (or on his hands, if need be)

FEET: loki’s feet are broad of sole with thin, even toes that are relatively uniform in side, and form an easy curve on each foot. his heels are strong and easily planted in the dirt, and his ankles are heavily supported by muscle. 

DAT ASS: it’s big.  but no seriously, loki has a fat ass, it does jiggle when he lands heavily or when he walks, and most importantly when he lands hard on his backside, it cushions his fall. he has very round, heavy buttocks, and they are just as pale and white as the rest of him. 

GENITALS: the word “intersex” applies to loki, i guess, but not in the sense that he has like, a massive dick and a vaginal opening. loki has a vulva with fat, heavy labia majora and skinny, relatively long labia minora. his actual cunt is a dusky pink, and it’s deep. 

rather than being contained within a hood, loki’s penis is around three inches long when fully erect, with a defined head, frenulum, raphe and foreskin, and it’s maybe five inches in thickness. loki will come from it, but his testes are completely internal, and at a glance, his cock could easily be mistaken for a clitoris, but it really freaks loki out for that comparison to be made. 

[kazeofthemagun]

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Her brows creased some as she looked at him. Really looked at him with her sight. She knew his regeneration and healing capabilities were slower than her own but he seemed to be tipping towards death instead of recovery. And his energy confirmed as much. While his life force could never truly diminish due to the Magun, she could see this body was struggling and failing.

Mortem adjusted herself closer, no sense in dragging out his descend into death. Do not worry, lovely Hunter, she hears you - feels your request and desire to have this end when her energy reaches out. A gentle caress to read his condition more thoroughly before her decision is made. He fought well and deserved to heal painlessly.

The witch leaned over him once more, fingers dipping beneath his hair to rest lightly on his forehead. And then she really looks, truly feels him. The threads that make his existence are revealed to her when she looks beyond his potential. No, she cannot see the length of his life or all he has endured, but she can still see that life is present and parallel to it so is decay. Stunted by the Magun but ever present. Waiting to someday claim him.

She ignores that thread in favor for the active entropic thread affecting him currently. A simple pluck of the string and he will find himself spiraling into a peaceful state. Her intent is entirely focused on the entropy silencing his nerves first, ceasing pain before it would accelerate him into entering a resetting mode.

Like the last pinch of sand within an hourglass, spiraling into emptiness until something turned it back over.

Letting out a breath the witch laid back down now that the deed was done. She dropped her enchantments; as minor as they are at this point in her life to keep up she really didn’t feel like bothering with the smallest upkeep. For now she would wait beside him, one near-immortal watching over another as he slumbered and healed. The sword at her other side, the warm sun further drying the blood and a gentle breeze that truly made her feel alive. Hopefully he’d rejoin her soon and feel it, too.

His fight for breath was one he was rapidly losing as she leaned over him, a touch of her hands upon his face prompting his foggy eyes to open just to steal a look. Ah, well. What he could see were mere specks in blackness, but he knew...she was beautiful...stained in his life's colors, having peered into the accursed inner workings of the inhuman warrior - both literally and figuratively - and accepted both the man and metal demon for what he was behind the shroud he wore. They had seen ugliness... and beauty, together, in a twisted and liberating way with those sick minds that worked so very different than ones of mortals. Her energy reached out, and he lowered his walls. Rest. With the pain gone, his chest ceased its mechanical motion as the war machine that he was entered standby. The Spiral's subroutine set to work fully, unhindered by unnecessary suffering.

....Half an hour had passed before he awoke to the gentle breeze and soft sunlight, the last white glimmer of his magic fading into nil. The hand still upon his torso moved, registering nothing but the texture of dried blood, fixed skin and torn fabric. Ah, yes - a promise of more sewing, perhaps even a call to replace some of his clothing. His breathing jumpstarted in silence. Clear blue eyes opened as his upper body hauled itself off the ground, bringing him into a spread-legged sit, back turned to the Witch as he shook off the grogginess that came with such a hard reset. Never pleasant, that. But, alas.

"...Missed me?" He could not help but tease - she had that strange effect on the strange man - in his usual monotone. Judging by the lighting, it had not been very long since he fell. Good, good.

With their bloodthirst satisfied, they had the time and mindset to enjoy the golden rays of evening, the casual warmth much different than the heat of battle, an internal fire eventually cut into and exposed to biting cold. He was glad to have experienced a warrior such as her, even if being made vulnerable by her killing strikes did nag at a Windarian's stalwart ego. "....." He spoke nothing else as he instead opted to merely take in the simple joys of life carried in the wind. He wiped off some of the gore crusted over his face. Somehow, his mind wandered to reflect on the final duel he had with a certain Deathlord. How... intimate the act of execution could be. A warrior against a warrior, one and only request respected and honored between opponents like between comrades. Hmm, hmm.

It was a poetic ending to any fight. Be it a physical or a mental struggle - a release from suffering not unlike the unfolding of Chain Gold. The very hue the sunset spread over tired skies. A requiem - an ode - to perseverance. The last gilding of a proud, defiant life. The sweet amongst the bitter, the beauty that sometimes liberated from pain.

The same perseverance, the same burning willpower they strengthened together with weapons. Their very own crucible.

....He could call her Warrior now, the word enriched with an intensity he rarely granted the similar names of others. His crazy, crazy, craziest Warrior who understood his secret language without words. Kaze's expression softened in contemplation, away from her prying eyes.

Perhaps they could... do this again, sometime. A game of theirs few would comprehend. They had their paths, and their inclinations borne of their nature as forces. Their little war dance.

Yes... he would like that very much.

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“Hey Sam”

The following short was writing for the character Sam from my book Wild Imaginations and Vague Ideas as a look at the character prior to the events in WIVI (as the title is lovingly shortened). To learn more about WIVI and Sam give us a follow or check out the website linked below!

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              “Hey Sam! Guess what we’re going to do today?!”

               “Something I’m going to have little to no say in?”

               “You guessed right!”

              Sam was stocking shelves at his father’s store when Alan walked in looking to avoid doing work on the farm he should have been at. Sam sighed, “Well, can it wait for a bit? I’m in the middle of something, and I can’t just bail on my dad today. He’s in a foul mood because someone new moved into town, and it looks like they’re opening a competing place.”

              “Yeah I saw! The family with the pretty dark skinned girl with the crazy tight curls that are dark at the roots and yellow at the tips, right?”

               “I see what you’ve been paying attention to.”

               “She runs around like a hurricane, how could I not?”

               “I mean, you could just not. Anyway, wait outside. You’re going to distract me.”

              “Fine, but only because I’m your friend, and you love me, and you know it. Your dad loves me too, so I think you could get away with me being a distraction, but I’ll humor you,” Alan said as he rushed himself back outside only to stop in the doorway. “Hey, Sam?”

               “Yes, Alan?”

               “You know you actually can and do have a say in the thing, right?”

               Sam chuckled, “Yes, Alan.”

               “Cool.” And he was finally out the door.

              Alan had known Sam for all of his life, and Sam had known Alan for all the parts of his life he could remember. They were only about a year and a half apart in age. In all that time Sam had known him, not once had he actually ever minded anything Alan wanted to do. Often Alan, pushed him to the edge of his comfort zone (he’d gone through a stealing phase that Sam was dragged into when Alan was and eight and Sam was nine, almost gotten them killed in a river when they were early teens, and even now Alan got Sam to bounce out of work early every now and then), but Alan never on purpose pushed Sam further than he was willing to go (he never made Sam steal though just knowing Alan did gave Sam sever anxiety, and the river thing was a bad idea they both were attempting to back out of). Besides, Sam worried if Alan didn’t bring him to the edge of his comfort zone, then he may never even get close to it.

              In a way, Sam felt lucky to have Alan. Alan was a good friend. A little clueless, rather bold, and far too carefree sometimes, but a good friend. He had more faith and confidence in Sam than Sam had in himself. Most of all, he enjoyed being Sam’s friend, and Sam, less obviously, really enjoyed being his.

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               “You took a whole hour!” Alan exclaimed when Sam finished and came outside to see what he wanted.

               “I took perhaps twenty minutes. Do I need to glue an hourglass to your hand or something?” Sam retorted.

               Alan admitted, “Ah, if you did I’d just play with turning it over and over and it wouldn’t do any good.”

               “That’s fair. So what did you want to do?”

              “I’d like to ask you to help me keep from getting horribly lost while I try to find a new spot!” Alan exclaimed enthusiastically. Of course he’d only given a partial answer but didn’t seem to notice its vagueness himself.

              “I’m going to need a little more elaboration on that. What spot are you looking for? Where are we going to find it? And most importantly, why?”

              “I am looking for a spot to dream. Not sure where we’ll find it yet, so we’re going to look all over. And the why is just because I need it.”

               “Need or want?”

              “Sam, sometimes a want shakes you to the fiber of you being and that’s how you know you’re going to need it to make life worth living.”

              “And you want me to keep you from becoming lost in an area you’ve lived in your whole life while you look all over for this life changing spot?”

               “Please.”

               “I’ll go get some rope.”

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              Sam followed Alan through meadows and fields, along a creek, and even through a couple of farms they probably shouldn’t have been on. So far they hadn’t covered any new ground that Alan could have possible have gotten lost on, and Sam was pretty sure he was really just there for company. Eventually Alan ran out of familiar places and started leading them into a nearby wood.

               “Hold on,” Sam said, taking the rope out.

               “Oh, right, so we don’t get lost?”

              “More like so I don’t lose you,” Sam said tying a portion of it around his wrist and then tying the other end to Alan.

               “A leash? Am I a dog?”

               “More like an untrained puppy.”

               “You’re right. Dogs are smart.”

               “Don’t self-deprecate. You’re just… enthusiastic.”

              “Thanks Sam. That was a kind way of putting it,” Alan said as he took off into the woods and dragged Sam along after him. It was very much like walking a puppy. Alan wandered around with no care for any sort of path or consistency, which quickly brought them away from familiar territory. Occasionally, he would stop abruptly and examine a space only to take off again without any warning. Sam in turn would force Alan to come to a stop to mark the ways they took with extra bits of rope and undo any of that work if they doubled back, which Alan did frequently and often without noticing. Both of them would go through lazy periods where Alan would tucker them both out and rest, and Alan would often forget which way they’d come from when he picked himself back up again. Sam was starting to see how Alan would have likely lost track of himself without him.

              “Since nothing has caught your eye yet, may I ask if you’ve at least gotten a better idea of what you’re looking for?” Sam asked as Alan hung from a tree branch and stared off into whatever was happening in his mind.

               “Someplace quite enough to dream but loud enough to feel awake in,” Alan answered cryptically.

               “Alan, I don’t think you’re going to have a lot of luck finding—“

               “Wait, do you hear that?”

               “No.”

               “Then listen harder! I think I hear water. Come on!”

              Sam felt Alan tug at the rope that linked the two of them as Sam hurriedly attached another bit of rope to a tree. His hands had barely left the knot when Alan’s pull caused him to stumble along after him.

              Alan tended to go through three phases of excitement that Sam had picked out at a young age. There was Alan’s initial excitement that he got when he conceived an idea and set out on it, and then there was fading excitement, which usually set in when Alan got tired or when he realized what he was trying to do really entailed. Usually his fading excitement would end with a second wind of excitement when something interesting happened that renewed Alan’s hope, renewed his energy, and made him damn near impossible to keep up with. Sam hope that this second wind fueled by this water sound he personally could not hear would resolve itself without much of a fuss.

              While Sam was musing upon this, Alan managed to trip down a hill, sending both of them tumbling downward. Sam became twisted in the rope that connected them during the fall, and landed in some mud at the bottom the hill. Two were rolled up so tightly that he ended up face to face with Alan.

               “Hello there Sam!”

               “Hi Alan,” Sam responded flatly.

              Sam and Alan unrolled themselves from each other, and Sam wished that Alan would slow down long enough to think about what he was doing. Sam didn’t mind Alan’s ways and attitudes much, even when he ended up getting dragged around (literally in this case) because Sam held firmly to the belief that sometimes friends just had to put up with each other. That being said, sometimes Alan’s antics were draining.

              “Hey, look! My accident put us at the stream!” Alan exclaimed as he pushed himself off of the muddy ground having freed himself from the tangle of rope.

              “So it did,” Sam mumbled. Alan’s luck had managed to amaze Sam even though he should have seen something like that coming. Luck had inexplicably always been on Alan’s side. Sam freed himself from his own rope bindings to stand next to Alan and look at the quaint little stream that they’d fallen upon. Sunlight peaked through the trees and made the clear water sparkle as it babbled across the pebbles and stones that filled its shallow depths at a meandering flow. The forest around the stream was a painting of emerald greens and chestnut browns. On the other hand, the ground they stood on was a carpet of mossy greens and dark black dirt.

              Speaking of the dirt, Alan was doing that weird thing he did where he just dug his toe into the ground and played in it. He’d done it for as long as Sam could remember, but he’d always been too worried he’d embarrass Alan to ask why. As far as Sam could tell, Alan dug his foot into the ground when he was happy, sad, lost in thought, anxious, and sometimes just hungry. It was just something Alan did, and Sam assumed it made him comfortable to some degree. In this case Sam was willing to interpret it as Alan having found his “spot”.

              Alan confirmed this theory when he started raving. “It’s perfect! Look at it! It’s nice and cool here, the ground is soft, and the stream is clean; it’ll be so comfortable. I’ll have to find a nice log to sit on, but there’s lots of room for that, and I’ll still be able to pace and have all the movement I need to think and—“

               “It’s quite enough to dream and loud enough to feel awake?” Sam suggested.

               “Yeah,” Alan agreed dreamily with a lopsided grin that Sam was so accustomed to on him.        “Hey, Sam?”

               “Yes, Alan?”

               “Thanks.”

              Sam felt like he hadn’t really done much except follow Alan into trouble, but maybe that was all Alan really needed or wanted. Either way, Alan had slowed down just enough to thank him. Maybe that’s all Sam wanted and needed too. The two listened to the stream as they stood together in the beauty of the woods and avoided going back because, despite their best efforts, the two were likely a little lost.

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2019 Lamborghini Urus Price, Specs

2019 Lamborghini Urus Price, Specs – The Lamborghini Urus is finally here, on premiere today at the Sant’Agata Bolognese headquarters of Lamborghini. This is a big business for Lamborghini, it will double the production of the company. But the most important thing for us is that it is the fastest SUV in the world. The Urus will reach 190 mph and reach 62 mph in 3.6 seconds. What makes it faster than his Bentley Bentayga, the Bentley 187 mph platform, and about as fast as the Trackhawk Jeep Grand Cherokee, which reaches a speed of 100 km / h in 3.5 seconds.

  2019 Lamborghini Urus

  2019 Lamborghini Urus Exterior

The 2019 Lamborghini Urus is one of the most aggressive SUVs we have seen in a long time. The style aims to show the combination of luxury and performance of the 2019 Lamborghini Urus, inspired by the first Lambo SUV, the LM002, and at the same time mixes many of the tracks of Lambo’s traditional sports cars.

  The first thing you will notice when you see this SUV from the front is the geometric bumper and the fairing elements, which offer large hexagonal air intakes and Naca cooling parts to keep the brakes as cold as possible. Below is a front divider that forms a displacement of various body color angles. There are also several Y-shaped input dividers similar to LM002. The thin headlights are placed high on the wing lines, and they obtain horizontal Y-shaped housings with five individual LED square lighting elements. Behind the headlights is a curved hood line, a feature that Lambo says resembles the Miura and the Aventador, while the additional diagonal hood lines are inspired by the Countach. A sharp rake to the windshield gives it an even more sporty.

  Moving along the sides, the profile of the Lamborghini Urus Cup becomes clear. There are doors without a frame and a window line that suggests the low seating position that awaits passengers. Speaking of which, we would have preferred that Lambo had given him the Lamborghini Urus doors, although we understood why. Continuing, we find that the design of the C-pillar resembles the Hurricane, while more hexagons were used for the arcs of the wheel shapes. Behind the front wheels, there is a triangular cut with the colors of the Italian flag, while the size of the wheels varies between 21 inches and 23 inches in diameter. Seen from above, the 2019 Lamborghini Urus has the shape of an hourglass, it is still a sports reference point for the SUV.

  On the back, there are Y-shaped housings with taillights, plus a rear diffuser similar to a Lamborghini racing car, plus a quartet of integrated, rounded exhaust tips. And although it is a bit more focused, aerodynamics was another important consideration for the development team, which worked to reduce the drag coefficient in the name of less wind noise, better engine efficiency, and more support. Although Lambo has refused to provide exact figures on these different specifications, we can find a set of aerodynamic blades on the external rear window, a floating rear wing, an integrated rear spoiler and a rear spoiler. Lambo also says that there are several aerodynamic elements within the wheel arches.

  Interior of Lamborghini Urus 2019

The 2019 Urus offers classic Raging Bull features with a driver-centered design and a lower seating position, as well as a control system that should help drivers feel like a driver. The hexagons were used for doorknobs, air vents, airbags and cup holders. Lambo also says that the LM002 inspired part of the design, but we really do not see the similarities beyond an ultra-wide center console.

  2019 Lamborghini Urus Interior

  Covering the front of information and entertainment is a digital TFT screen with 3D visualization and several customizable configurations. The platform is the new software Lamborghini Infotainment System III, with two touch screens for input and reading. The top screen shows the status of entertainment, navigation, telephone, and car, while the lower screen includes a keyboard input, handwriting recognition and climate controls and seat heating.

  Other technological accessories include a support for wireless charging phone, a few USB connectors, support for Bluetooth, a DVD player, a TV tuner, a DAB and CI car player, a front display screen, a smartphone interface and a back seat. There is also support for Apple CarPlay and Android Auto.

  Some modern driving aids are also part of the technology, with features such as high beam assistance, front and rear parking sensors and collision mitigation as standard. Options include elements such as traffic management, a top view camera, and trailer coupling mode.

2019 Lamborghini Urus engine

The 4.0-liter turbocharged V8 mounted on the front that develops 650 horsepower at 6,000 rpm and a torque of 850 Nm (627 lb-ft) at 2,250 rpm. The red line is set at 6,800 rpm. For those of you who stay the course, it’s 162.7 horsepower per liter, a figure that Lambo claims to be the highest specific production of its kind. The power-to-weight ratio is calculated at 3.38 kg per horsepower. All in all, it’s a screaming SUV. The sprint from 0 to 100 km / h (62 mph) is in 3.6 seconds, while the 0 to 200 km / h (124 mph) is in 12.8 seconds. The maximum speed is estimated at 305 km / h (190 mph), so the Urus is the fastest SUV on the market.

  2019 Lamborghini Urus Price

Lamborghini Urus is available in most major markets. Deliveries are scheduled for the spring of 2018. Prices in the United States start at $ 200,000, but the final total is expected to increase significantly depending on the options chosen.

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Computer Performance - 7 Ways to Speed Up Windows Computers

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Computer Performance - 7 Ways to Speed Up Windows Computers

Are you sick and tired of it taking forever to open a website, file or program? Did your computer seem to run a lot faster when you first got it? If your answers to these 2 questions were yes, then please read on. In this article, I am going to give you tips to speed up your computer. They can all be done today, even if you are new to computers. The 7 steps that I am going to share with you are so easy, believe me, you can do it! These are techniques that computer technicians in several different support organizations do and some charge a lot of money for their walking you through these processes. You are going to get them today at no charge. Are you ready? Then let’s begin!

Step 1: Scandisk

You should run Scandisk at least once a month. This will make sure that your computer can read all of the information on your disk. How will this speed up my computer? I’m glad you asked! You see your computer has in its hard to drive what the technicians call redundancy. What I mean is if your computer is trying to read a file and the data isn’t read correctly from the disk, the computer tries to read that information, again and again, a set number of times. This results in slower loading times. When Scandisk is run regularly this keeps your disk free of these storage errors and thus enables the computer to get the information it needs from the disk as fast as possible. Scandisk should be run before the next step each and every time.

I know you’re asking, how do I run scan disk. It’s simple. Find that icon on your desktop or in your start menu labeled ‘My Computer’. In there you will see a listing of all the drives on your computer. Right-click on the drive you want to scan and go to properties. There, you will have a tools tab. Click on it. You will see a button that says check for errors. This is Scandisk or also called check disk on different versions of windows. There are 2 different modes, Standard or Thorough. Standard checks and makes sure that all the bits and pieces of your files are in the spot on the disk where it thinks they should be. In other words, it checks for filing errors. Thorough does a standard check as well as it tests each spot on the disk where the drive can write something and makes sure that what it writes, it reads back the same thing. If it doesn’t read the same information back, it marks that spot as bad so that it is not used. This keeps down that redundancy thing we spoke of earlier. Wasn’t that easy? Now, on to Step 2.

Step 2: Defrag

Defrag should be run once a week if you use your computer more than 14 hours a week. This equates to about 2 hours a day. Most people who actively use their computer will fall into this category. Defrag, whose real name is disk defragmenter, is your best friend for speed. You see when your computer writes something to the disk; it starts the disk to turning and drops bits of the data you want to write wherever there is a hole. It then tells the filing system where it placed that piece. So your file could be literally broken into 20 pieces! Your disk takes longer to load the file because it has to jump around to different spots to gather the pieces together when it needs it. Defrag takes care of this by gathering the pieces all together and writing them back to the disk in one piece. This way when you need the information, it’s all right there. To run defrag it’s the same as where we went for scan disk. You go to ‘My Computer’ and you right-click on the drive you want to run defrag on and go to properties. There go to the tools tab. Click the Defragment button. Wow, this is getting easier by the minute! On to step 3.

Step 3: Background Programs

Background programs really slow down your computer’s performance. They accomplish this by using up your computer’s resources. Resources are the combined power of your processor (brain), memory, and disk space. These 3 are the equivalent of horsepower. This is where you will gain a lot of your speed back as well. If you look at an area of your screen right now, I can show you a fraction of some of these that you never thought of. The area I want you to look at is called your system tray. It is located next to your clock, which is opposite your start menu. If your start menu is on the left side, then the clock is on the right. Next, to the clock, you will see these little icons or pictures. These are programs that run on your computer whenever it boots. Guess what, these are background programs. They are there to help load things you need faster. If you are following this guide you really don’t need most of them. Do you?

Here are how you get rid of them and most of the others that you can’t even see as well. Sorry folks who are on Windows 2000, this step won’t work for you. If you read to the end I will give you a bonus that will make up for it, I promise. Ok, for the rest of you, click on start. Click on run. Type MSConfig. Click ok. You should get a system configuration utility. Be very careful here and follow my instructions exactly. Click on the startup tab at the top. You will have a list of all the programs that run when your computer boots or starts. If you look down the list there will be some names that are familiar to you. When you see those names I want you to think: “Do I really need this program running all the time?” If the answer is no, uncheck the box. For example, some of you may have heard of RealPlayer. There’s a smart start icon associated with it. You really don’t need real player running when you are only going to be playing FreeCell now do you? 🙂 On to step 4.

Step 4: Temporary Files

Temporary files hold up space on your disk. These files are most of the time useless. Temporary files are just that; files that were temporarily created by a program or installer. They are supposed to be deleted when not needed any longer, but a lot of programs do a poor job of cleaning them up. Helping them out will get you more speed for your horsepower. For example: let’s take temporary internet files. When you go to a website every element of that website’s decorations are stored in a temp file on your computer. Your computer does this to help supposedly. It’s supposed to help by when you visit the same site again; the elements of the website will already be on your computer and therefore don’t have to be downloaded again. This, in theory, should speed up your surfing right? Wrong! Here’s what really goes down. For every element of the website, your computer reads every temp file to see if it matches. Every single file in your temporary internet files folder! To get a grasp of this here’s what I want you to do. Open internet explorer. Go to the tools menu and click on internet options. Click the settings button. Then click the view files button. Do you see what I mean? Every file! Now…Close the temporary internet files window. Click OK on the settings window. Do you see that button next to settings on the internet options window? It’s labeled delete files. Click it. Check delete all offline content. Click ok. When the hourglass is gone, you are all clean! This should be done once a month. This will keep your whole computer running smoothly. The secret lies in Internet Explorer. It’s integrated so much into windows when it has a problem, windows have a problem. What I am saying is when you opened my computer in steps 1 and 2. You were using internet explorer. Ok. Nuff said. On to step 5!

Step 5: Antivirus

Good Antivirus software is an absolute must! There are several choices to choose from. Some cost money and some don’t. Viruses hide on your computer and wreak havoc. If you don’t have antivirus software on your computer, you will never know they are there. They sit and hide out until their appointed time and then interfere with your computer. Viruses are programs written by people with too much time on their hands and not enough morals. They sit and think of ways to make your day bad. Some viruses will sit on your computer and do nothing but open up connections to other servers all over the internet. What does that do? It slows your computer down drastically! Nuff said. Your choices are to get paid antivirus software like Norton, Mcafee, or Computer Associates. If you don’t have the cash to spare then you can go to your favorite search engines like Yahoo or Google and enter in ‘free antivirus download’ and get a list of all kinds of scanners. Some are far better than none. Some of the best free software that I have found are AVG, Avast!, and ClamWin. If you have a fear of installing software, never fear. There are also free online virus scanners. Again, you go to your favorite search engine and type in ‘free online virus scan’ and you will get plenty of results. Beware, though, with these scanners you run the risk of getting infected still. The reason is you have to go to the site and scan the computer yourself, preferably once a week. In that time a virus could have already infected your machine. Antivirus software that you install on the computer checks every file, every time it’s used thus drastically decreasing the chances of infection. It’s like a flu shot. Some of the good online virus scanners are Norton, Panda, and BitDefender. Now, on to step 6.

Step 6: Recycle Bin

It is very important to keep your recycle bin empty. What I mean is this, you don’t want to have hundreds of files sitting in your recycle bin that you deleted 6 months ago. They are taking up valuable space. Windows uses your drive as the memory to run programs. When you run out of physical memory, it uses what’s called a page or swap file and stores it there. These recycle bin files are taking up space that windows could be using for memory. Every bit of memory you can get adds to your horsepower. So for God’s sake, please keep your recycle bin tidy. Get rid of things that you are sure you won’t need again. When you go to delete something, and you are absolutely sure you won’t need it again, you can hold down the shift key and press the delete key to permanently delete it without sending it to the recycle bin. And now, last but not least, step 7.

Step 7: Adware and Spyware

I like to call these small time viruses. The industry calls them parasites. Norton calls them extended threats. Do you get my drift? What is adware and spyware you may ask? They are actually quite similar. I’ll start first by explaining the ways that you can get them on your computer. Let’s say you download a ‘free’ program to run on your computer that you think is pretty neat. If you are like most of us, you don’t take the time to read the license agreement. If you did, you would find a line similar to: by installing this product you agree to install XYZ product which will be used to send marketing information to the makers of the software. Do you see how they get you? One of the other ways you can get it is by going to some random website. It doesn’t matter what it is, but they have this script that runs as the page is loading and it installs the adware and/or spyware on your computer. The last way that I will discuss here is a virus. There are viruses out there whose sole job is to download adware, spyware, keyloggers, and other malicious software onto your computer. These things really slow your computer down. Here’s how they work.

Adware and spyware install on your computer and watch what you do, where you surf, you know what you are interested in. They then open a connection to a server and report your activities. They are very good at what they do! Where adware and spyware differ is spyware does nothing but report your activities. Adware, on the other hand, reports your activities and the server it reports to in turn sends it an ad to display on your computer. Now, just like there are antivirus programs out there, there are now very good anti spyware and anti adware programs on the market. Noadware, Spybot, and Adaware are a few of the good ones.

In conclusion, there are 7 major ways to speed up your computer with simple maintenance and preventative measures. Run scan disk, defrag, get rid of excess background programs, delete temporary files, get some antivirus software, and also get a good adware and spyware remover utility. I hope you have found this information useful. I hope that I have helped someone here with this information and I pray that you will check out some other very useful information at

P. S. For you Windows 2000 users, I made a promise to you back in step 3. Here’s where I deliver! If you can get access to a Windows 98, ME, or XP machine. You can copy msconfig.exe to a disk and use it on your computer to get rid of background programs using the directions in step 3. Just search the c: drive for msconfig.exe and copy it to floppy. Bring it to your computer and run it. God Bless!

I have been in computer support for 10 years. I was born and raised in Dallas. I am a Sunday School teacher at my church Independent Missionary Baptist Church located at 1108 West Milam St. Ennis, TX 75119 where Rev. Louis Massey is Pastor. I invite you all to come and visit us sometime.