#also sorry if this looks like ass i am SO BAD at drawing armour it's not funny :(((

[salamander-does-art]

guys

guys I just think we should talk about him more

[writethelifeyouwant]

Make Him Look - Ch 1 / 2

Pairing: Cordell Walker x Reader Rating: 18+ Tags: flirting, many many drinks, jealousy, dancing, slow burn Word Count: 3k Created for: @walker-bingo - In Vino Veritas | @anyfandomgoesbingo - Jealousy A/N: Written with the lovely @thinkinghardhardlythinking in mind ❤️and y'all can also blame her for the fact it got so long I split it into two 😂

Cordell swings his leg over a barstool and settles into his usual spot. The bar is busy but not crowded. There’s a few more empty stools awaiting occupants for the night, and Cordell hooks one with his foot and draws it closer, popping his hat down to save the seat for Liam, who’s on his way. But there’s no reason to wait for Liam before he orders – they get the same thing every time.

“Barkeep! Can I get some queso, hot wings, and whatever Pinthouse you’ve got on draft?”

“Sure thing, man,” the kid behind the bar drawls, his accent thick and voice lazy. Cordell would bet anything the guy had had a joint on his break earlier, but he’s off duty – tonight is not about busting people for drugs, tonight is about letting loose. He checks his phone to see if Liam had texted him that he’d left the office yet, but there is nothing there. Taking a sip of the drink that has just been plopped on a coaster in front of him, Cordell scans the room. It’s a bad habit that every law enforcement worker he’s ever met has developed. Even when he’s trying to relax and blow off some steam, he can’t help being a little vigilant.

He takes in the tableaus around him; the groups of kids from the local community college, the gaggle of mid to late aged men in awful polos that Cordell recognises as the inner city bowling league, a couple of less savoury looking guys playing pool, the cluster of women those guys keep eyeing up – he’ll keep an eye on that one.

Checking his phone again and taking another drink, he still hasn’t heard anything from Liam. He opens his brother’s contact and is about to give him a call to tell him to get his ass in gear when someone suddenly reaches down beside him, picks up his hat and drops it back on his head while they slide into the seat he’d been saving - except it’s not Liam.

“Hey you,” the stranger says familiarly, bumping her shoulder against his. “Thanks for saving me a seat.”

You shrug out of your jacket and sling it over your arm as you head up to the worn wood counter of the bar. You don’t see your friend yet, so you decide to go ahead and order a drink while you wait for her to show. She’s always late, you should have just assumed and shown up fifteen minutes from now. You play on your phone as you wait for the bartender to finish serving the gang of people at the other end of the bar. When you feel someone in front of you, you look up, about to order a glass of wine, except one is already being placed on the bar top in front of you.

You stare questioningly at the kid serving you the drink. You’d been here before, sure, but you’re hardly a regular, and even if you were you don’t recognise this server – so why does he know what you were about to order?

“Um, I didn’t–” you start but the kid interrupts you.

“From the gentleman at the end of the bar, milady,” he gave a geeky little bow, “Sorry, he told me to say it like that,” he grimaces at himself. You chance a fleeting look back to the group you’d noticed him serving a few minutes ago and to your horror, you recognise your ex, Dirk, grinning back at you. He tips the brim of his ball cap and gives you a wink, like he’s expecting you to be impressed that he remembers you drink red wine. Shit, this is not how this night is supposed to go. You’re supposed to be here to get drunk with your best friend and have a bit of a dance, not be looking over your shoulder the whole night hoping that jerk leaves you alone.

Panicking a little now, you check your phone but there’s no text from Lea telling you when to expect her. Knowing her like you do, you would bet anything she won’t be here soon, and you don’t want to wait on your own and risk Dirk coming to talk to you. Desperately, you scan your eyes around the bar, cataloguing your options and escape routes. Someone catches your eye a few seats along from where you are. Tall, broad – dark and handsome, your mind supplies unhelpfully – but what really catches your eye is the badge hanging from his belt. He’s a Ranger.

Normally, you’d pick a group of girls who you know would happily pretend to know you so you don’t have to wait alone but you know Dirk, and you know he won’t be shy enough to let any number of girls stop him from coming to ruin your night. But a guy - and a Texas Ranger at that – Dirk wouldn’t dare. He had an outstanding DUI, and he’d always been a bit of a chicken around cops anyways.

Choice made, you grab the wine he’d bought you – hey, you’re not made of money, free booze is free booze – and you march purposefully over to the Ranger, who’s checking his phone and not paying attention until you grab his black cowboy hat off the chair next to him. Clearly he had been saving it for someone, and you want Dirk to think that someone is you.

“Hey you,” you chirp, placing his hat back on his head as you slide into the seat he’d been saving, “Thanks for saving me a seat.” You smile at the Ranger long enough to see him looking at you completely perplexed before you glance back to Dirk and see him watching you with a scowl. You let yourself feel inwardly triumphant and turn back to the man you’d just decided to befriend, if only temporarily.

Swivelling back towards him, you let yourself get a good look at his face for the first time. His bright hazel eyes are staring back at you, confused but not unkind. Tall, dark, and handsome is definitely apt, and now you’re seeing him properly you’re a bit speechless. You hadn’t counted on him being this freakin’ attractive.

“Sorry,” you finally manage to choke out under your breath. “I’ll leave you alone soon, I promise, I’m just hiding from my ex,” you explain, and understanding melts across the man’s face.

“Anything I can do to help?” he asks sympathetically.

“Just pretend like you know me until my friend gets here?” you propose hopefully.

“Happy to,” he smiles, grabbing his drink and holding it out to clink against your wine glass. You tap your glass against his, relief flooding your body as you settle onto your stool a little more comfortably.

“Thank you…” you trail off leadingly, hoping he’ll fill in his name.

“Cordell,” he supplies.

“Now there is a Texan name if I ever heard one,” you giggle.

“If you’re gonna laugh at my name do I at least get the chance to laugh at yours too?” he grins jokingly.

“Y/N,” you give him your name, tucking your hair behind your ear and taking a sip of your wine.

“Well that’s no fun, how can I tease you for such a pretty name?” Cordell takes a sip of his own drink, mirroring you. Jeez, this one is a smooth talker.

-

When you finish your glass of wine, probably a little quicker than normal due to your anxious state, you check your phone again and see a missed call from Lea. “Crap,” you sigh, drawing a concerned look from Cordell, who is happily munching away on some chips and queso next to you.

“Everything okay?” He asks, muffled, mouth still full of food.

“Yeah, s’just my friend bailing on me,” you gripe, listening to the voicemail she’d left on your phone a few minutes ago. “Sorry I gate crashed your night for nothing,” you apologise, popping your phone back in your bag and planning on just going home to turn in early and watch some junky tv show in bed now that your ‘girls night’ wasn’t happening.

“Hey, you aren’t gate crashing.” Cordell shrugs, like he’s hedging his bets with his next statement. “I’ve had a good time so far.” His smile is shy and sincere, and you soften just a little in your annoyance at the world.

“I totally am though, you were clearly waiting for someone,” you gesture to the stool you’d taken up residence on.

“Just my work-a-holic brother, who, as luck would have it–” Cordell pulls his phone from his pocket and holds it up to show the message on the lock screen “–also pulled out on me.”

“Oh,” you blink, not sure what to make of that. It sounds like he’s asking you to stay but… “Well, thank you for being my knight in shining armour for a bit, seriously, but I don’t really want to stick around just to have my ex looking at me all night.”

“Well, if he’s gonna be a creep and keep watching you all night, we could make that fun, give him something to watch,” Cordell offers, his smirk incongruous with the almost hopeful expression in his eyes.

“What?” You’re perplexed.

“I mean, I don’t know what happened between you, but it’s pretty obvious to me that he wants you back, and you seem pretty pissed at him for that. I’m guessing the bastard cheated on you?” You huff in response, a little bitter that he’d read the situation so easily.

“Yeah, he did,” you admit, slumping against the bar, feeling downtrodden at the memory.

“So don’t let him chase you off,” Cordell shrugs like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “He messed you around – you tellin’ me you wouldn’t like to mess with him right back?” he raises an eyebrow in temptation, a knowing smirk twitching at his lips.

“And you’re proposing that instead of not wanting him to look at me all night–”

“You make him look,” Cordell finishes your sentence for you. “We’ve already pretended to know each other for the past–” he checks his watch “–twenty minutes. May as well just do the whole pretend date.” Cordell looks at you with so much honesty, you believe that he really does just want to help you screw with Dirk. And you cannot say the idea isn’t appealing.

“Alright,” you concede, shaking your head slightly in disbelief that you’re actually agreeing to this, and Cordell’s face splits into a wide smile. Honestly, seeing that expression alone made agreeing to this worth it. “So, if we’re on a pretend date, you gonna pretend to buy me another drink?”

“No,” you insist, shaking your head vehemently.

“C’mon,” Cordell chides, grinning madly.

“I did not agree to this,” you shake your head, finishing off the last bit of wine in your glass.

“Come on,” he urges again, leaning against the bar and tilting his head close to yours pleadingly.

“I am not dancing,” you repeat, wholeheartedly meaning it. You think if you have to come into genuine skin to skin contact with Cordell, you might actually melt into a puddle. Now three glasses of wine into your fake date, you can feel yourself loosening up and really enjoying yourself with this handsome stranger. He’s kind, and funny, and a little weird but in a charming way – exactly your type. And him begging you to dance with him wasn’t helping your self-restraint. This is a fake date, you keep reminding yourself firmly every time he flashes you that little half smile that makes his eyes light up.

“Well, I don’t know what kind of boring fake dates you usually go on, but mine aren’t complete unless I get to show off my two-step and knock back a tequila shot.”

“Oh, we’re doing tequila now, are we?” You laugh – this guy is actually ridiculous, and you kind of love it.

“That wasn’t a no,” he jumps on your ‘non denial’ and waves at the kid behind the bar. “Two tequilas, two limes?” he holds up two fingers and the bartender nods to him, quickly pouring out the shots and dropping two lime wedges onto a plate. Cordell grabs a salt shaker from the condiments rack on the bar and sets everything up between you. You let him work, watching incredulously but enjoying the show nonetheless.

“Give me your hand,” he holds out his own hand expectantly once he’s arranged all the pieces to his liking.

“Why?” your voice is nervous but your hand reaches out instantly of its own accord. Without answering he proceeds to rub the edge of the lime over the inside of your wrist, then puts the lime in your fingers and shakes some salt over the trail of juice he left behind. He does the same thing to himself, then passes you your shot, which you take in your lime-free hand.

“Right, you wanna do this the normal way or the ‘make Dirk jealous way’?” Cordell asks with a smirk once he’s oriented himself.

“I’m gonna regret asking this, but what’s the ‘make Dirk jealous’ way?” you groan exaggeratedly, like he’s put some great burden on you, but the truth is you’re really enjoying yourself.

“Like this,” Cordell steps up to you and links your right arms together. Catching his drift you smile and try to hold back the snort of laughter that bubbles up inside you – a nervous reaction to feeling the warmth of his body against yours, even through the layer of his shirt. “One, two, three,” he counts off and you go to lick the salt off your wrist except that’s what Cordell is doing. You freeze momentarily, heat shooting up your arm from where his tongue and lips are laving over your skin. You don’t think to move until Cordell puts his own wrist against your lips and you lick obediently.

Your linked arms pull you closer together as Cordell lifts the tequila to his lips and you follow suit in a kind of trance, both knocking back your shots. The tequila hits you harder than you remember it ever doing before, and you scrunch up your face, disoriented for a moment until you once again feel Cordell’s lips on your skin. This time they’re wrapping around your finger tips as he sucks the lime into his mouth. You stand frozen, the burn in your mouth and your fingers meeting in your chest and ratcheting up your heart rate as if you’re trying to run away from the oncoming flames. But it’s hopeless, you’re stuck in the blaze now.

“You want your lime, darlin’?” Cordell laughs at your stock still frame and holds his fingers to your lips, gently pressing the fruit inside and urging you to suck. You’re sure you must have physically combusted into fire by now, but Cordell isn’t jumping away like he’s been singed – he’s pressing closer. “Dance with me,” he rasps, voice hoarse from the burn of the alcohol. It’s not a request anymore, it’s an order, and you don’t question it.

Drawing his hand down the arm of yours linked with his until your fingers lace together, he pulls you away from the bar and out onto the dance floor. It’s an upbeat country song, the kind you’d normally jump around to, but he pulls you in and wraps an arm around your waist like a proper partner dance calls for – except he’s ignored the social convention of leaving room for Jesus. He pulls you after him in tiny circles and you let him lead happily. When the song changes to something a little slower he pulls you just a little tighter, and you can’t stop yourself from moving your gaze off his shoulder up to his face.

His eyes dart over your shoulder, then smile down at you wryly, and you feel yourself blush. “He’s watching,” Cordell grins mischievously. You go to look but he puts a hand on your neck and holds you still, keeping your eyes on him. His fingers are strong and warm against your collarbone, ironically causing you to shiver. “No, don’t look at him,” his voice is low as he leans in conspiratorially, “you wanna make him look, remember?”

“Why are you helping me?” The alcohol swimming through your veins is making you comfortable and fuzzy, and you let yourself lean against him familiarly, your head resting against his chest as he continues to move you both around the dance floor. You feel him shrug as his grips on your hand and the nape of your neck tighten a little.

“The truth?” he asks. You can hear the nerves in his voice, even if you can’t see them on his face.

“No, I want you to lie to me, please,” your voice manages to stay serious through the end of the joke before you burst into giggles, and you feel your laughter move into his body and trigger his own, making his chest rise and fall unevenly beneath your cheek.

“You are one hell of a gal, you know that?” You’re glad your face is buried in his chest so he can’t see just how brightly you smile at the compliment. “Truth is, I’ve been trying to get you drunk and have my wicked way with you.” You can tell by how expressionless his voice has gone that he’s winding you up, but you pull back and slap your hand to your chest in mock horror.

“Well Cordell Walker, I have never met such a rogue in my life,” you gasp in your best Scarlet O’Hara accent. It’s not a good one. Neither of you can keep a straight face for more than a few seconds, and you both double over in laughter after your minuscule standoff.

As your laughter dies down, Cordell grabs your hands again and pulls you back to him, swaying entirely out of time to the song that’s playing. He looks like he’s about to say something but the words haven’t quite found their way to his tongue, and when you catch his eyes you suddenly don’t want to hear what he has to say and you pull away from him. He looks at you, puzzled and just the slightest bit hurt as you try to find some cover for your sudden movement.

“You wouldn’t happen to be a bourbon fan, would you?”

Part 2 Here!

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Little Miss Heartbreaker

Chapter 9 - Confrontation

You’re forcing yourself to eat your breakfast despite the fact that you want to throw it back up with each mouthful. Not wanting to appear rude if you refuse to eat anything for the second day in a row all because your nerves keep getting the better of you. Almost gagging as you swallow your last mouthful of baked beans, having to wash them down with a huge gulp of orange juice which also nearly comes back up when you make awkward eye contact with Trent, your throat closing up slightly which forces some of the liquid back out of your mouth, dribbling down your chin and sinking into the black material of your top as you cough and splutter everywhere. The whole team falling silent as they watch you catch your breath and mop the orange juice off your chin. That all too familiar scarlet glow invading your cheeks as you look around and catch everyone’s eye line - every single person staring straight back at you with their eyes blown wide. Your heart rate almost going off the scales as you slide back on your chair and excuse yourself. Rushing towards the double doors with tears brewing in your eyes, following in exactly the same footsteps as you’d taken yesterday as you pray to God that your ass wasn’t out this time, especially as you had a good thirty five people watching your every move.

***

You’re sat in your office with your knees drawn up to your chest when someone knocks on the door, ignoring them for a few seconds as you carry on drawing random patterns in the back of one of the notebooks you’d been given. Huffing when a second knocking pattern echoes through the room a minute or so later, the pen falling out of your fingers and dropping on top of the page of blue squiggles as you spin around on your chair and mumble ‘yeah’. The door swinging open as soon as your mouth closes, screwing your nose up at their pink and blue Under Armour trainers that were paired with navy and red socks, as your eyes start making their way up to the person’s face. But your look of disgust is quickly being changed to one of fear when your eyes meet his.

“Hi, I just wanted to come and see if you were okay” he’s saying gently as he closes the door behind him and perches on the end of the medical bed, his legs swinging slightly before he’s crossing his feet over and keeping them still.

“Well you didn’t come and see if I was okay yesterday, did you, Trent?” you spit as he furrows his eyebrows together, “don’t pretend that you don’t know either, I know it was you that whistled at my arse and then gained the attention of everyone else in that room during the process” you’re hissing as he freezes under your glare, a shy blush coating his cheeks as he stumbles for something to say.

“Marcus told me that you weren’t as bad as I thought you were, and for a second, I thought I believed him, but you wouldn’t have come and apologised if it wasn’t for someone telling you how stupid you’ve been, would you?” you’re yelling as his head drops, “you’re either a gentleman or a fucking evilman and I’m not quite sure how anyone ever thought you were the first possibility” you’re saying as he chuckles at your little comparison.

“Evilman? Is that the opposite of gentleman?” he’s giggling as you scowl at him. His blush transferring across to you as you suddenly go all shy, realising how stupid that sounded as you consider telling him that it’s actually a very well-known word, but although he’s stupid, he’s not stupid enough to see through your lies.

“Well, yeah” you’re saying quietly as you start spinning from side to side on your chair, watching the floor beneath you as you spin around on the seat nervously. Having to stop when the movement makes you feel all dizzy and you feel as though you might bring up the rest of your breakfast, swallowing thickly as you look back up at him sat in front of you.

“Marcus is kind of right though” he’s saying as he breaks the awkward silence, “I’m not all bad, I genuinely had no idea how much I’d upset you and looking back on it now, I don’t know why I did it, well I do, but...” he’s trailing off when he realises that you’re watching him.

“Why did you do it?” you’re pushing as he fiddles with the sleeves on his top, not really sure why you’re so desperate for an answer, but you’re on the route to getting one anyway.

“I, um, well like - when we were first told that there was gonna be a new doctor here, all of us lads were just being shallow and hoping that whoever it was turned out to be fit, and when you walked through those doors yesterday, well, um, I guess all of our dreams came true” he’s saying as your cheeks heat up and you pretend to gag. Dying inside at the fact that all of these people that you’d spent so long stalking and reciting facts about found you attractive. “So I guess my little crush on you got the better of me when your ass decided to make an appearance, because it’s not often that a boy sees a girl’s underwear on the first day” he’s saying, wanting to be sick now that he’d let that one slip, but he’s quickly getting over himself when he sees you trying to hide your growing smile.

“Aww, Trent’s got a little crushhh” you’re singing as he mumbles ‘fuck off’ under his breath, both of your cheeks glowing with that familiar pink tint as you just sit and stare at each other for a few seconds.

“I’m not just gonna forget about it” you’re telling him as he nods his head in agreement. “But I’m willing to turn a bit of a blind eye if you promise not to do it again, not that you’ll be seeing my underwear again, but, you know what I mean” you’re saying. His shoulders slumping the tiniest little bit at the thought of never seeing your ass again, and you’re secretly regretting saying that. Wishing that you could just open your legs right here and right now and let him apologise to you ‘properly’, but again, that would be highly inappropriate and probably cost you your job.  

“I really am sorry though” he’s saying, a genuine apologetic tone running through his voice as you give him a sympathetic look and hold your arms out in his direction. The two of you holding onto one another for a little while before you’re reluctantly pulling away from him. Flashing him a smile and fighting the urge to lean up and kiss him, because nearly kissing two people in one day really wasn’t the best thing to do, although you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to.

Giving him a little wave as he makes his way towards the door, promising that he’ll make it up to you in one way or another as you stand there and try not to tell him what you’d really like him to do, waiting for him to step over the threshold before you’re deciding to tell him one last thing.

“T?” you’re saying as he turns around to look at you, nodding his head whilst he waits for you to finish what you’re saying, “if you’re really sorry, then maybe you could change those shoes and socks, they’re not a good look” you’re smirking as he rolls his eyes and mumbles ‘fine’, storming off up the stairs to change his outfit, leaving you stood there giggling to yourself before returning back to your desk. The thought of him and his apology melting your heart as you pick up your pen and carry on doodling, feeling a strange sense of achievement that all of these people had a crush on you, but at the same time, you knew it wasn’t a good thing, and someone was bound to get hurt. Probably you.

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Flash Forward: Other bits

Lila

Lila was sitting in a white room dressed in a white shirt and blue jeans. She was eating a meal and looked bored as she did so. Once she was done she looked up.

“If you are finished mask on,” a voice said through the walls.

“You can trust me. I won’t do anything!” Lila replied, sounding charming.  “Miss Rossi you do not have permission to leave your room without a mask. Mask on.” Lila stared at the ceiling before a look of utter rage passed over her face, startling the watchers. She grabbed something sitting next to her and put it on, tying it behind her head. It was a half mask, with slits in the front. Putting it on, a click was heard and she growled, the mask showing it also had a voice program as it came out distorted and computerized. “Thank you.”

Waking out of the room when the door opened, Lila carried her plate and utensils, heading to a window in a wall she put them through. Around her others dressed like her were walking around. Only a bare few had masks though.

“Rossi,” one said, walking by.

“Smith.” She responded, heading through the room and out a door, to where a fenced-in outdoor area was. Lila sat on a bench and just watched people before someone walked up to her. It was Chloé, wearing similar clothes but with gloves.

 “I thought you were avoiding me,” Lila said.

“I was.” Chloé said simply. “But I have news.”

“Oh? The Justice League realize they made a mistake and are letting me go?” Lila mocked. “Please. You knew your magic had people listening to you and believing you no matter what you said. You willingly used your magic on others and turned out to be working with a magical terrorist since you were fourteen until eighteen. The one time they let you go unmasked here you used your magic to spark a riot.” Chloé snorted. “You deserve to be here like I did.”

“Did?” Lila asked.

 “I’m leaving next week. Parole.” Chloé told the girl and Lila snared, the sound menacing in her mask.

“You sided with him just like me! Hell you willingly let him cast magic on you- that’s why you have those damn gloves!” Lila said.

“I know. I was a petty and jealous brat who wanted to be special. I was so mad I would never get the Bee Miraculous back, I was so mad Ladybug didn’t like me. So I foolishly didn’t think of anyone but myself and sides with him.” Chloé told her. “It took me nearly killing my dad just by hugging him to realize what I did. Lila, how do you feel knowing your mother is sick to her stomach when she sees you because of how much magic you used on her?”

“It wasn’t that much.” Lila snapped and Chloe shook her head.

“Your mother can’t be in the same room with you without going into shock.”

“Your mother-“

“Is in jail for insider trading and child abuse,” Chloé said coldly. “And good riddance. But this didn’t about that. This is about me and you.”

“What could you possibly want with me? You hate me.”

“I do. But sadly you’re my only friend here.” Chloé said. “And we’re similar. We both fucked up. Difference is I realized it and am trying. I’m getting out. I’ll never not be able to not wear gloves. My touch with either kill or paralyze anyone. That’s fine- I got offered skin right and skin coloured gloves I’ll be wearing. I get to change my name and appearance and integrate back into society as long as I keep in contact with Canary. That’s great.”

“And you think I can too?” Lila sneered. “I can’t turn off my magic.”

“You can control it you just don’t want to. You’re damn lucky they gave you a mask instead of casting a spell to permanently silence you and you know it.” Chloe told Lila who glared at her in answer. “Lila don’t let the mistakes you made as a teenager affect you now.” Lila didn’t answer as Chloe stood and left her alone in the yard.

Alya

Alia was sitting in a cubicle, working on something. She looked different with her hair in a short bob and wearing a set of business casual clothing. She looked fairly focused as she was typing, only stopping when someone stuck their head into the cubicle.

“Hey, someone’s waiting for you in meeting room B.”

“Thanks,” Alta said, standing up and heading to the room. She looked puzzled as she entered it before a smile crossed her face. “Rose!:

“Alta!” Rose looked older, with her hair longer then it was currently, and her outfit a white sweater and jeans. “It’s good to see you! Sorry about dropping in on you at work…”

“It’s fine. I don’t have any cool stories right now- mostly the normal stuff and that’s pretty easy to write.” Alya told her. “Why are you here?”

“Juleka and I are getting married!” Alya squealed and threw her arms around Rose who laughed and hugged back.

“God! You guys beat the odds! I’m so happy for you!” She pulled away with a smile.

“Thanks! We wanted a reporter covering it- famous model marrying a charity worker so we thought of you!” Alya squealed again and hugged Rose again who laughed. “But uhh…”

“If it’s about Nino it’s fine. It’s been years- we broke up and we can be civil.” Alya said in amusement. Rose winced. Alya frowned at her.

“It’s Marinette.” Alya frowned at Rose.

“Me and Marinette are cool too.”

“You guys stopped being friends so suddenly-“ Rose began but Alya lifted a hand.

“No. We stopped being friends earlier then we thought. Neither of us realized it though until after Lila’s bullshit. It took her telling me to my face she was over Adrien and her realizing I hadn’t talked to her about anything not about the blog for us both to admit we’d stopped being friends. It was new kid friend syndrome. We were buddies but didn’t have a solid enough basis in common interests to remain besties. And that’s fine. It happened.” Alya chuckled. “Didn’t know you were still thinking we had issues.” Rose shrugged but smiled.

“I’m glad you’re okay with that.” Alya chuckled and her smile grew.

“Yeah same.”

Adrien  

 Adrien was working in his classroom, marking papers.

“Ugh,” he sighed, rolling his eyes. “What is with teenagers.” He finished the last paper and stood up with a sigh. He put the papers into his desk and begun to get ready to leave when the door opened. “Mylene! Hey.” The woman smiled.

“Hey, just wanted to see if you were staying late. How’s your first month?” The woman came in to sit on a desk, still smiling.

“Pretty good. Thanks for vouching for me. Might not have got the job without it.”

“You could have.” Said Mylène in reply. “You’re a good teacher Adrien- much better than our examples.” Adrien laughed a little bitterly.

“Well not hard.” He shook his head. “... ever hear from anyone?”

“Well, you did get the invite right?”

“Yeah Rose and Juleka. I’m happy for them… just not sure if I want to go. Not sure if everyone wants me.” He looked down at his empty hands for a second. “... after everything.”

“You messed up Adrien. But you were a kid. Rose wouldn’t invite you if she didn’t want to give you a chance. If any of them wanted not to see you.”

“I… Mylène what I was like, what I did… it was wrong. It was disgusting. It took me literally being slapped by Ladybug, by Marinette and being sued for me to get it through my head. Not to mention-“

“That’s not your fault Adrien. Don’t blame yourself.” Mylène got off the desk and went to place a hand on his shoulder. “You’re a good man. C’mon- I’ll buy you a drink. Us teachers are all going. They want you to come.”

“... if you’re sure.”

“I am.”

Nathanael

Nathanael was bent over a desk, drawing something with a focused look on his face. He barely paid attention to Marc who walked in, the man laughing quietly.

“Nath, you’re going to hurt your eyes drawing so close and in such bad light.” Marc told him, putting a hand on his shoulder, a wedding ring on his hand.

“I’m fine Marc, promise.” Nathanael smiled at the man, patting his hand. “I think your husband’s-“

“Nathanael, don’t do this.” Marc sighed.

“Do what?”

“Do this ‘I want to wallow’ thing.” Marc shook his head. “Look yeah you were a shitty boyfriend in high school but that was mostly your own issues being bi and all the crap your parents gave you more than anything. And the whole Lila crap- in case you forgot I believed her to until she managed to say one lie I knew was wrong and you snapped out of the magic when I showed you it was wrong.”

“I… I dunno.” Nathanael sighed. “I think I’m just tired.”

“Yeah well no wallowing my friend. C’mon- Marinette called and she wants to see us before Rose and Juleka’s wedding.” Nathanael looked pleased.

“That’s good. Is she still willing to help with talks about our book becoming a movie? I’d rather her or her boy toy being there.”

“She’s going to kill you if you keep calling Tim a boy toy.”

“She grew over six feet tall and she still wears heels. Tim is 5’6”. I will never stop. Jason lets me.”

“Jason likes riling up his girlfriend. She pins him better.”

“... how do you know this?” Nathanael asked his partner in business.

“I’m married to Roy- Jason’s best friend? We talk.”

“... how much can we use for our porn books?”

“Where do you think half the ideas came from?”

Kagami

Kagami was setting up her office, smiling as she put a photo frame down that had her on a podium with an Olympic Gold Medal around her neck.

Pulling back, she looked around the office and smiled.

“Fuck you mom,” she declared. She looked pleased as she set the final piece down, a plague declaring her name.

“Someone sounds happy,” a blonde stuck her head in, grinning. “That exciting to be heading your own company?”

“Of course. I worked hard for this.” Kagami smiled at her. “And stealing Kara Danvers is just a bonus.”

“You’re only saying that because you think it’s funny.” Kara laughed. “Wouldn’t leave you for the wolves after you saved my ass.”

“Anyone else would have done it or well anyone we know.” Kagami told her. Kara gave her that with a shrug.  “What’s on the plan for today?”

“Well business wise we have a meeting with Tim Drake-Wayne- he’s currently trying to get permission for some sort of body armour to be made for teens that can be a hoodie or a sweater.”

“It disgusts me we need those. Let me guess the government won’t have it?”

“Not unless he has back up, or if he agrees for the military to have it to for free.”

“That’s disgusting and I’m going to rip them to shreds.”

“Yep. And for pleasure, you’re meeting your girlfriend at that waffle place she likes.” Kagami grinned, looking pleased. “And your other girlfriend is meeting you guys later. She’s busy with helping her youngest brother with something- wanna tell?”

“Damian is proposing to his boyfriend later. And yes you can call in with this info to hangs your bets.” Kara pumped her fist.

“Yes! Clark and Bruce’s families finally join!”

“Dare you to tell them that.”

“I will gladly do so.”

Luka

Luka was busy tuning his gut air when the door opened and Nino stuck his head in. “Yo, Luka- your sister is here.”

“Nice.” Luka grinned as Juleka came in, Nino following. “Jules!”

“Luka!” The two hugged. “Ugh, how’s the recording going?”

“Really well. How’s the wedding planning?”

“Better now that we took Marinette’s advice and hired her friend Bart- he’s amazing at it.” Juleka told her brother. “Rose wants to adopt him I think.”

“Bart? Yeah he has that sort of feel.” Laughed Luka. Juleka shook her head.

“Of course you know him. So… dating anyone?”

“Not really. Sort of dating this one guy Conner but we’re not that serious.” Luka shrugged.

“Aww. Hey how about you Nino?”

“Nah man, I’m flying solo still. Busy with my music and helping Luka out.” Nino told them. “Though I do have a date so… later!”

“... one night stands?” Juleka asked Luka who laughed when Nino was gone.

“Yeah. He’s having fun.”

“To each their own,” Juleka said. “... he’s not-“

“Juleka. He and Alya broke up and I will not let you two hatch a matchmaking scheme at your wedding. It’s about you, no one else.” Luka told him. “As well Nino told me there’s some stuff he doesn’t like talking about with their relationship. And he doesn’t want to get back together.”

“... Alya says-“

“Different people Juleka. Different people and Alya may not be saying everything either.” Luka told his sister. “Aren’t we talking about me?”

“You and your music career making a killing while you also run around with interesting jewelry?”

“Says the one with her fancy rings.” Luka teased. Juleka laughed and smiled. “And the fact she’s a world-famous model now.”

“Yeah we are really killing it aren’t we.” Juleka smiled, then frowned. “... heard about Chloe?”

“Yeah. I think we can trust her though. There are telepaths working there.”

“I know it’s just…” Juleka made a face. “Viperion and Black Claws might need to step in.”

“Maybe. Hopefully not but maybe.” Luka sighed. “... I’m glad you saw through Lila so fast.”

“Got lucky with Rose knowing Ali… he’s coming by the way.”

“King at your wedding. Nice.”

“I know.”

[everymovie2020]

The Hurricane Heist (2018)

Date watched:  15 June 2019

Just look at the POSTER.  Magic.

I mean… I knew this was going to be a steaming pile of shit, because I watch bad movies all the time and I know when one is going to be particularly bad.  And it is bad, but I didn't hate it?  It was so ridiculous that I was just kind of rolling with it by the end.

I don't even know what this is.  It's kind of a very localised disaster movie?  But then also it's about bad guys trying to rob the US treasury which inexplicably has a warehouse in small town USA? (I believe they're in Alabama but honestly it could be any of those southern states)

Anyway, sit back and let me tell you the tale of the Hurricane Heist, which I’m putting under a cut because it’s lengthy.

Plot:

All right, so we start out with Pa, Bucky Joe and Billy Ray (please note for the purposes of this review I am using made up names because who cares what their actual names are) driving to escape a hurricane because for some reason they've left way too late.

Anyway they crash the car and run into a nearby farmhouse to take cover from the storm, but Pa is like, "Sons, I needs to get out there to fix our vehicle in this raging storm," and the kids are like, "Okay Pa whatever you say."

So of course he goes out into the hurricane and promptly gets FLATTENED by a flying water tank, it was great.

Then the kids are in the house screaming for their Pa, but the hurricane is in a real fucking-things-up kinda mood, so the house starts tearing apart, and then, no shit, little Billy Ray sees the image of a skull in the clouds about to swallow them up.  Now that's how you craft a movie, people.

Fast forward to the present day and it turns out young Billy Ray has now got himself a fine storm chasin' vehicle named the Dominator (hmmm, I believe Reed Timmer of Storm Chasers fame would like a word with the writers of this movie – also, I know it's a niche thing but like, both this movie and Into the Storm have just blatantly stolen stuff from the short-lived but excellent TV show Storm Chasers, and I notice this but nobody else would).  Billy Ray is a meteorologist and a hurricane is coming to fuck shit up.

Then we meet Maggie Grace, who I'm now going to refer to as Bobbi Rae because I'm working with a theme here, and she works for the ATF who are responsible for shredding old money at this big warehouse in this tiny small town in bumfuck nowhere Alabama.

Now, Bobbi Rae was something of a hotshot for the ATF but then she did something stupid and got demoted to money-shredder, which she's pissed about.  I do not remember, nor do I care, about her checkered past.

So Bobbi Rae has this iPad which controls the safe, and she, for some reason, seems to be the only person who is allowed to unlock the safe. They also have a backlog of old money to be shredded because their shredder has not been working, and coincidentally, on the day of the hurricane, the repair people turn up to finally fix the shredder.

Now, the repair people are a man and a woman who are dressed just inexplicably for this line of work, which was my first clue that they were not above board (also WHY WOULD THEY SEND PEOPLE TO FIX THE SHREDDER IF A HURRICANE IS BEARING DOWN ON THIS TOWN but what do I know, the US Treasury Department is bigger than one damn hurricane that's for sure).

Anyway, across town Billy Ray rolls up to Bucky Joe's shithole of a business where he has settled in to ride out the hurricane. Bucky Joe is played by Australia's Ryan Kwanten, and I have a theory that Ryan Kwanten looks at Chris Hemsworth's career with some envy, as he has gotten stuck in this trap of playing sorta-hot-greasy-ripped Southern men in recent years, and this movie does nothing to change that.  They were even on the same TV show in Australia, like, can you imagine moving over the US, getting a role on True Blood and thinking you're doing really well, and then watching Chris Hemsworth ascend into the fucking stratosphere?

This has nothing to do with anything, but it was just something I was thinking about watching this movie.

So Billy Ray and Bucky Joe don't get on much these days because Billy Ray is off fancying himself some kind of hotshot meteorologist, and Bucky Joe was a football player in high school but is now working as a repairman (a ripped repairman though, so good for him).

Over at the Treasury, Bobbi Rae has left and headed into town for some reason, and while she's out the bad guys take the opportunity to take the warehouse by force.  Then it turns out one of the ATF guys is working with them, in what I guess was meant to be a plot twist.  And also, the shredder-fixers I mentioned earlier?  Yeah, they're totally in on it.  I'm sorry but you don't roll up to the Treasury Department looking like a couple of cheap-ass hipsters during a hurricane if you're not evil, okay.

I can't remember exactly what happens because I watched a lot of movies this weekend so it's a bit of a blur, but I think bad guys roll up on Billy Ray and Bucky Joe and demand that Bucky Joe goes to fix the generator at the treasury, and Bobbi Rae sees this or is there for that, so she and Billy Ray end up working together out of his armoured car.  Then they go to the cops and what's that?  It turns out the fucking police are in on it, because they want some of that sweet, sweet about-to-be-shredded cash money.

Then there's a car chase mid-hurricane, and Bobbi Rae and Billy Ray spend the entirety of the chase shouting at each other (this movie is SO LOUD), until finally in order to stop the guys chasing and shooting at them, Billy Ray deploys the spikes from the bottom of this vehicle to anchor it to the road, the bad guys crash into them and roll their car.

See, again, this is blatant stealing from the excellent and important TV documentary show Storm Chasers, of which I have seen every episode.  Not that they ever deployed their spikes to deliberately fuck someone up, of course.

THEN something happens that NEVER HAPPENS IN MOVIES – they pull up in a parking structure to escape the weather, and both Billy Ray and Bobbi Rae take the opportunity to urinate.  WHAT.  THEY ACTUALLY WROTE THAT INTO THE MOVIE.

Anyway, a lot of stuff is happening – the bad guys are freaking out because Bobbi Rae and Billy Ray keep thwarting them, and they need her to go back to the Treasury to unlock the safe, which they are also trying to hack at the same time.  Bucky Joe is at the Treasury "fixing the generator", but then he tries to help the guards escape their cell and gets thrown in with them.  Bobbi Rae and Billy Ray hatch a scheme to draw the bad guys out to the mall and also rescue Bucky Joe, who they bring with them as leverage.  Then while at the mall they blow out the glass roof and the bad guys get sucked into the hurricane, but not our heroes, because they tethered themselves to the building (also there's a truly hilarious part at the start where Billy Ray starts whipping hubcaps at the bad guys in the storm and just straight up murdering people).

Then they hatch another scheme to blow up the Treasury? I don't recall exactly what they were going to blow up, but they needed to go to the garden centre and get fertiliser to make a bomb.  And then the bad guys figure out they're there – because everyone is literally just driving around this town in a hurricane – and roll up on them, but just before shit can go to hell, a storm surge floods the shop and surrounding areas of the town, and yet somehow they all survive this, but Bobbi Rae gets captured by the baddies and taken back to the treasury.

At this point I was like, okay guys, so we're not blowing shit up now?

Because Billy Ray is in love with Bobbi Rae (or wanted to bang her), he and Bucky Joe hatch another scheme (so many schemes hatched in this movie!) to go rescue her, but by the time they get to the treasury the bad guys have packed trucks full of money and are on the run.

Now, this is where it gets truly ridiculous, in case you were worried that this point it wasn't ridiculous enough.

The eye of the hurricane has passed over them, and it is quite literally a delineated thing – as they're driving, they're in the sun, and behind them you can see the storm clouds racing to catch up.  I think the plan is that these guys are just going to stay in the eye of the storm the whole way?  Because the hurricane is literally going to follow the highway for them?

Anyway, things then go from truly ridiculous to utterly preposterous very, very quickly.

So Billy Ray and Bucky Joe are racing to catch up to the trucks, which have a head start on them.  I had no idea what the plan was at this point.  I don't know what they were intending to do.  I guess they were intending to rescue Bobbi Rae but honestly, there's a lot of carnage and death in such a short space of time, plus they are literally outracing a hurricane.

What ends up happening is that they jump from their car to the back of the last truck in the line, and somehow they don't DIE?  And then they take over that truck, and move on to the next one, and then… one of the trucks has its trailer sucked into the hurricane, which then detaches, and flips back to smash into the cab of the truck and blow it up?

Honestly it was pure insanity and I was in fits of laughter.

The movie ends with one of the other trucks getting sucked into the hurricane as well – literally sucked inside, as if the hurricane was a tornado and not actually a hurricane – but our heroes just continue driving in the eye of the storm.

I mean… I mean.  I don't even KNOW WHAT TO SAY.

It's shit, but also, it's really funny?  I mean, I can't say I enjoyed it enough to award it a "10/10 banger" but I'd give it like a "7/10 INSANE".

[persorene]

I FINALLY got around to finishing the fic that I gave away in the contest. This fic was written for the lovely @silvershadow1711 It features her OC Nerr (who is a bad ass by the way, seriously go check her out on Silver’s blog) and her husband Gunter from Fire Emblem Fates, post conquest. Silver requested that it focus on Nerr making clothing for Gunter and so it features Nerr making a suit for Gunter to help him adjust to his new life as a noble. I am still so very sorry that it took so long but I appreciate your patience and I hope you like it!

Her fingers expertly dove and rose as she plunged the needle in and out of the elegant, black damask fabric clutched delicately in her hands. The stitch work was perfect, tightly woven to hold each piece of the garment in place. That didn’t surprise her, of course, everything Nerr did was flawless. She smirked with satisfaction as she held the jacket out at arm’s length, inspecting it for anything less than perfection. Her husband would look stunning in it, its silvery black tones echoing the colours of his favourite armour- which he’d nearly insisted on wearing even now that the war was over. She hoped the familiarity of it may make him more at home here. Gunter had not acclimated well to a life of nobility. It wasn’t so much that he didn’t fit in, a lifetime spent serving royals had taught him the ins and outs of high society, he just felt out of place amongst them. A peasant parading around in a nobleman’s clothes and hoping he would be accepted. Nerr saw this. Gunter had always been stoic but nearly twenty years spent at his side had given her a keen ability to discern what he truly felt- no matter how well he hid it. She watched him at dinners and galas as his smiles drooped and his eyes lingered on the ground longer than they should have. His fingers would tighten on his glass turning his weathered knuckles a stark white as he tried to laugh along with them about some nobleman’s story that would have only months before felt so foreign to him. He adored Nerr, he always had- and though he was now elated that their marriage was accepted and the shock of it had passed, he was also left reeling from how quickly he’d been expected to adjust to a life that he had only previously watched from the sidelines. In those moments when she saw him falter, Nerr wanted nothing more than to stop the party and tell him that he belonged there just as much as anyone else- but she was back into high Nohrian society. And her brother was king now, trying his best to salvage what he could of Nohr from the ruins left behind by Garon. What would everyone think if the king’s sister was transforming into a dragon during dinner parties to scare guests into submission? Frankly she didn’t care what they thought, but she owed it to her family to refrain from her usual behavior. Not to mention that she feared that Gunter would blame himself for her outbursts- and the subsequent exile from society that would follow. And so each time, she’d bite her tongue and smile, her hand gripping his tightly as they forced their way through the dull evenings filled with tedious small talk and petty problems of people who’d never know the true horrors that they’d faced to allow them to sit around the table and gossip as if the war had never happened. His clothing always stood out to her during these events. As soon as they’d returned home his measurements had been taken and various suits were tailored for him- but none of them truly fit him or reflected him. He was dressed in reds and blues and the various other bright tones expected of the husband of a princess in a nation on the mend from decades of war. “We’ve had enough darkness.” Camilla had chided in explanation as their usual black staple pieces were removed and replaced with lighter colours. But they weren’t him and he wasn’t comfortable. Nerr had taken it upon herself to remedy this situation. Several rolls of the elegant damask fabric that she’d had her lady’s maid purchase and countless hours of precise work had resulted in her masterpiece of a suit. It would fit him well- the pants were solid black and would be snug, this was a bit more for herself than for him, the underclothes were black as well with silver detailing, his coat was black with a shimmering silver damask print. His cravat and pocket square were a vivid plum in contrast, offering a delightful break in the bleak colours. It was elegant and bold and everything that a suit should be to be worthy of her husband. The look on his face when he’d finally noticed the garment had been all she’d needed to justify the immense amount of labour she’d poured into it. He’d come into their room not long after it had been finished, talk of his afternoon’s training session still on his lips as he leaned in to place a kiss to her cheek. He’d paused quite suddenly, his eyes focused on something just behind her. “What is that?” “Your new suit, obviously.” She said, her tone flippant and distant, hoping he wouldn’t hear the slight twist of pride in her voice. She had surprised herself with how well it turned out and didn’t want him to pick up on it, even with him, she was evasive with her emotions at times. “My, my- you certainly outdid yourself this time.” He said, a hint of awe tinging his gruff voice as he ran his fingers down the silky fabric. “Only the best for you, my love.” “I have plenty of suits, Nerr. Why on Earth did you make this for me?” “You have many suits, yes, but you didn’t have one that reflected you. The tailor would have never gotten it right, the woman has no idea how to make a suit jacket properly.” “She should take a lesson or two from you.” He teased. “It would do her some good.” Gunter laughed heartily and kissed her warmly, his lips soft and gentle against her own “Thank you.” He whispered. “You can thank me with a better kiss.” She smirked, wrapping her arms around his neck and lifting herself to his height, bringing his mouth back to hers in a passionate display of affection. Nerr pulled away a moment later, a smile playing at her lips “That was a proper thank you.” “I shall remember to thank you accordingly in the future.” “You better.” Her crimson eyes drifted back to the garment “You should wear it tonight at the ball.” “Of course. I shouldn’t dream of neglecting such a lovely outfit for one of my drab ones.” “Well, good.” She muttered “I think you’ll look very handsome in it.“

And he did look handsome, in fact for the first time in quite a while she’d caught herself blushing like a teenager when she looked at him.  Was enjoying the attention though, that much she could tell. For once at one of these silly parties, he was genuinely smiling. Of course she knew this was more from her delighted and wondrous looks when she glanced at him than it was from the new suit, she was still pleased that her idea had worked in a sense. He was at a ball and he wasn’t fumbling about for his words or grimacing as if he’d been stabbed every time someone looked away from him and that was more than she could have asked for simply from a change in his wardrobe. “Care to dance, my dear?” He asked, bowing slightly and offering his hand to his wife, finally giving in to her flirtatious glances. “I was waiting for you to ask! A gentleman should know better than to keep his lady waiting.” She smirked and took his hand, allowing him to lead her to a secluded corner as they began to sway along with the faint music. “You seem to fancy my suit.” He teased, spinning both of them in a large circle. “You look just as good as I knew you would.” “I’ll have you know I feel better as well, in fact my love, if you don’t mind I think I could use a few more pieces of your handiwork.” She smiled “I supposed I could find the time. Though I must tell you, the next ones won’t be free.” “Oh won’t they?” “You’ll owe me at least five kisses and one dance per suit.” She laughed quietly, just loud enough for him to hear it and smile at her with a look of pure devotion. It was in these moments when the childlike wonder she’d possessed prior to the war returned to her that he felt his heart could burst from the amount of love he felt for her. “My, my… quite a hefty price tag.” He spun her again, sending her teal hair flying in a circle and drawing another giggle from her lips “Though for a suit of this quality, I suppose it’s a fair price.”

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Also it still makes me Super Sad to know they were at one point considering giving Viera a similar remake to the Mithra and having them be a both genders race with like.. actual normal people and it being the player’s choice if you wanted to wear sexy armour or not. Seriously i hate ‘they are sexy race’ as a concept for a ‘culture’, it’s like finding the planet of everyone has the same job in some star wars thing, except the creepy version...

Tho also these more ‘sexy race’ designs for them still work MILES better than FF12 when they have sexualized dudes too! Apparantly this concept evolved into (ugh) the Au’Ra, so you can kinda see here how they decided to go ‘nah, extra buff power fantasy dudes and even more over the top fanservice women that also look 12′ instead of like.. fanservice kind of muscly man, at least... :( srsly he looks like that sexy armour guy they censored in that spinoff game or that sexy armour they censored for Ringabel yet nobody seemed to care and instead whined about 1 singular additional belt being added on the sexy costume for girls T_T why do the worst of the worst internet douchebros always throw a fit at the slightest bit of equal ass for all??

wow this ended up going into a big ol lol image heavy post so lets have a cut!

also this sexualized lady armour at least has a different and visually interesting design, and they were thinking of more hairstyles too! like the FF12 viera were even more bad for how they all looked like the same person in 1-3 minor variants of the same xenomorph lookin metal thong atrocity. (and like.. one robe model for npcs that somehow managed to still sexualize a robe?? wtf?? leav whit mag alon)

Another beta viera design that just appeals to me a lot, somehow! I think its the interesting idea of having a fully furred head and then just a quiff of human hair on the top, it feels more like an actual animal man instead of a human in cosplay. Same for the idea of them having big black cute button eyes!

Also look at these other really cool designs for different beast races, even stuff thats not based on anything we’ve ever seen before It’s hard to believe that the Au’ra were even conceived as a ‘beast race’ concept, like holy fuck it should be illegal to throw out 47 Actual Designs and just go with Human Again But More Fanservice...

also they made this april fools thing as a fake Au’Ra reveal and like... it doesnt say much good about your designers when this could legit pass as real like the joke here is apaprantly just that Sexy Bangaa looks ugly, not that having a race with a monsterish man and a sexy lady is a dumb idea, cos they just went ahead and did it anyway...

the au’ra concept art shows pretty much EXACTLY the same ‘sexy bangaa’ principle and I’m glad they at least fuckin toned it down to the man having AN ACTUAL HUMAN FACE, even if its also a lazy fuckin design change. i’d be so fuckin mad if we got a legit cool only-nonhumanoid-race-in-the-game and it was men only!

also like Wow, I am actually getting excited about just the same super tiny demure unfitting lady to a massive man except Less Sexualized And More Magical/Ethereal ...unless that isnt meant to be a dragon familiar but actually another design for the men or something, that’d be going WAY too far! XD

Hello Welcome To Bottom Of The Barrel With Bunni, wouldnt it have been nice if the weird succubus-y ladies like.. looked in their 20s or something i am actually advocating for big fanservice titties cos it would be 99% less disturbing than the same damn camera angles on a ‘childish’ design... also seriously 99% normal fanservice lady with bigass actual monster horns on top would be better than same thing sans the horns

oh sorry they do have ‘horns’ but they look like fuckin this

and i fuckin can’t even.. i jsut fuckin... they don’t even let us have THE MOST BASIC TINY BEASTIE THINGS! why does it bug me so much that male au ra get to have black schelera along with the black horns like even this super minimal actual dragon trait isn’t allowed?? even when removing it makes no sense?? even when its supposed to be a nationality indicator in-universe cos you put a really nice amount of worldbuilding into each ‘race’ having actually two races of sun and moon based designs. which are EXACTLY THE FUCKIN SAME FOR FEMALE AU’RA, seriously why not just make horn colour an option in the editor then... actually is this a thing that has ever existed in any real world country, is there a place where men have [visual trait] and women don’t? I mean aside from like.. cultural or religious outfits, where only one gender’s is different to the west but its not like the west is default anyway lol. But seriously imagine EYE COLOUR! Imagine if blue eyes only happened to american men and like.. american women couldn’t have blonde hair and all looked identical to.. I dunno.. west indian women. Just a whole country where dudes have all the abstract concept of ‘race’ and the women don’t. That’s how nonsense it seems when you make a fantasy species where only the women look human!

tho also i’m still pissed off too that the human nationality thing actually comes with a different body build (FOR DUDES AT LEAST) and different hairstyles and starting outfit, instead of only a colour change. it stands out a lot that they only did this for their first attempt at the concept. also it makes male au-ra make even less sense cos you can already have a muscle human and an even more muscle human who has a dumb ogre face and also elf men are muscular somehow and you kinda only have miquote if you wanna be a skinny dude.. or even just an average dude...

also it kinda sucks that you can’t turn off or choose anything about the weirdly complicated scale patterns on their neck and upper arms only. like why is that even there except to be like ‘hey we did the bare minimum to be considered a dragon’...

ALSO LIKE EVEN MORE BOTTOM OF THE BARREL I would have STILL been happier if we got this fuckin terrible fanservice lady design but she at least had ears and claws as well as we-say-its-horns-but-it-looks-like-cute-hair-decs. like seriously throw me a fuckin bone here, give them SOMETHING to justify the ‘beast race’ category... also did i mention that its really fuckin stupid how they did the worldbuilding too? these guys are meant to be nomads and warriors yet the women look like this. its just.. never explained. its just that all the Lore applies to the dudes and the women are just for ~cyooooot anime girl who does the stubborn kiddy pose with her tits hanging out~ (SERIOUSLY THEIR ANIMATION SET IS REALLY CHILDLIKE AND ITS SO CREEPY! theyre like the sex appeal of miquote with the lalafell animations...)

seriously holy shit looking at this pic makes them it look like dads taking their daughters to soccer practise like seriously fuckin christ

and ALSO on top of fuckin everything else we get to see they even had designs for the same creepy loli fanservice ladies but if they had Some Sort Of Actual Unique Features and Cool Aesthetic Choice like wtf you even abanded like 40 cool horn designs and just gave them plain gross triangles in only one of two colour choices... T_T also like.. that loli lady at least gets to wear an actual gothic lolita fashion style, and i love the aesthetic of armor plates hanging as accessories on a non armour outfit. Do they jingle like windchimes? or does this mean Au’ra were meant to be fully scaled below the neck, so this kinda IS a skimpy outfit but you cant tell? XD

Also l kinda like this aesthetic of this other equally lame and super humanoid design with overly sexualized females. Like i dunno if this is just shading but if they actually had this colourscheme it would be super distinctive! And it reminds me of amarant’s trance form, The Amazing Battle Banana Hammock. Even if it also suffers from the same problem of technically showing a man in a skimpy costume but like his design is supposed to be monsterous and badass instead so it still doesnt deliver the same as the female equivelant. The top left version could kinda be a fanservice guy but like.. only if he was naked like that? like drawing someone in a style that’s supermodel body shape and has giant boob outlines and super sexualized poses and doesn’t look monsterous despite being a monster and ET CETERA, that’s what we mean about a character design being sexualized rather than just sexy. If you put some pants to cover this guy’s impressive bulge then he’d just be another scary boss guy. I mean Ifrit is a nearly naked guy with horns in every damn game but he’s very VERY rarely sexualized! The FFXV version is like the first damn time, except when we had a female version of him. It sucks cos ifreeta has a pretty damn cool design but still its really weird how she’s so much more humanoid and has attention drawn to her having boobs in a way they never did with ifrit’s constantly-on-display pecs and loincloth... Man why is it so hard to explain these weird nuances of how people draw ‘topless monster’ characters like this? its like they go out of their way to try and backpedal on the fact they made a topless guy. he can show more skin but its supposed to be less appealing by the artist, thus its less offensive cos it isnt boxing a character into this one sexualized role while the plot says ‘no, they’re a monster, honest!’ YKNOW?? god am i making ANY sense here? XD

nakey man, not meant to be arousing to audience

nakey lady, suddenly just because she’s ‘the lady version’ she looks like this

the same nakey man, redesigned, this time indeed meant to be just as sexy

and like it sucks that there aren’t many good examples of nakey ladies who ARENT meant to be arousing in this series cos I mean that lady ifrit design is so much more sexualized despite being in a chibi art style game for kids?? this was really not the right time or place!

Also it sucks that ‘is nakey’ is a common trait of monster man characters, because well there’s been an established history of dudes being topless and you’re not meant to be aroused. So then whenever they try and make ‘monster man race’ they go for a topless dude and are like ‘then the woman needs to be topless too!’ except the only way they can draw them is sexy??? except its like a false premise to begin with, you can totally make a beast race that isn’t topless, you guys! or even a beast race that isn’t buff, so you don’t need to be all ‘what’s the female equivelant of buff? oh yeah, sexy!’. or, yknow, just draw a buff woman. it could work... or like just have neither and make a beast creature that’s supposed to be cute or mysterious or comical or whatever.

completely random moment of interjection to say that nu mou are pretty neat

Actually, FFTA’s version of the ivalice races was pretty good about this, aside from the dumb thing of ‘theyre all male except viera, and just coincidentally viera are the only humanoid and sexualized race’. (Tho it was funny that somehow they accidentally made all humans male only too??)

Also another reason the Au’ra’s version of fanservice bothers me more than the simple option to wear a bikini as both genders for every other race: like none of them are DESIGNED FROM THE GROUND UP to be ‘they are all biologically born in an idealized supermodel shape and also look twenty years younger than they really are and also all culturally do j-pop poses for fuckin everything’. Even if you picked the sexy catgirls and catboys race you can choose to play a perfectly covered up version of either. And none of their animation sets or voice lines were inherantly fanservicey. Thats kinda what bugs me more than the Au’ra’s designs, its that they’re all ~uguuu senpai~ anime fanservice lady poses and squeaky voices even if you make their design not sexualized in the customizer. Even tho like.. at least a character in full armour doing j-pop poses is kinda funny/cute, so that’s one consolation. But couldnt you have just made them simple emotes for all the characters instead? I WANNA SEE IDOL ROEGADYN OMG :D

ANYWAY UHH BACK ON TOPIC

we almost got a dreadlocks hairstyle? That looks cool

ok.. okay.. I’m done Okay I’m Done sorry i just saw these concept art pics and got really fuckin wistful for what we could have had...

[cosimayoun-blog]

As the chair sits empty, a voice scatters throughout the room. She sighs and ties her hair as she walks to it, eyes rolling in a careless manner. There goes my fame as an enigma, she thinks, wires quickly finding their way and attaching to her smallish frame. Cosima had seen machines like these before – they were nothing new, yet she had always evaded them. Now, she faces one, and it was like prison all over again but in addition, there was the giant sihthead behind the glass waiting for her dirty laundry to be spilled.

                                          Perfect. 

Please state your name, age, height and place of birth for the record.

          “Cosima, twenty-nine, 5′6′’, and unfortunately, this wretched planet.“ Cosima smiles as her words pour, back leaned on the back of the chair and arms resting on the table. Her eyes are pinned on the mirror-like glass, the green light flicking confidently next to her not of importance. “Continue to the part where you try to catch me in a lie, please. I don’t have all day.“

Is that your true name and age?

          Cosima scoffs immediately, her lips finding their way between her teeth. The tattoo on her ankle begins to ache, reminding her of the girl she had killed way back in her teenage years; the girl who was so much like her yet nothing alike, nothing but a mere corpse in her feet. She shuts her eyes closed in harmony with the ceasing sensation of her inked masterpiece, words coming out after a long pause. She was smarter than to lie the machine, she knew there was no point, yet that’s exactly what she did. “What, do you presume I’m a grandma? Of course that’s my real age.” Cosima’s periphery catches the grass-green light turning blood red, her head shaking with a sarcastic smile on her face. “Nari Youn. You happy? Do you also want my birth certificate? Oh wait, you probably have that too. Creepy stalker…”

Do you believe in what this mission is trying to accomplish or are you here for different reasons? If so, what are they?

          “At this point, there are no real results. Nothing to prove that we are doing anything else but rotting on a starship.“ The answer comes easily to her, her composed posture paired with a shrug of her slender shoulders. “I’m here because I prefer the air normal people breathe instead of the drunks down in prison. I made some great friends there – rats and cockroaches, intoxicated prisoners and beaten up children – nothing compared to what I’m required to endure on a daily basis. Lips pull into a smirk, voice just slightly darker. “I am also here to continue what I’ve started, perhaps somewhere down the path after this hell show is over. I still have cards I haven’t played.“ The machine lights green without hesitance – and can it wonder for its choice at all, after Cosima was so unapologetic about everything she said?

Do you have any friends on board? Any enemies?

          “Fox, Orion, but that’s anything new, is it?” she answers, the light turning red, however. “Do I have to state Augustus as my friend too? Cause they aren’t. I like to make them sob in a corner and draw mustaches on their inspirational brochures.” The light remains unapologetic, her eyes squinting at it. “Oh look, the rich ass Benefactor can’t afford a working machine. Do you expect me to say Nyena? I thought that was obvious.” Green lights next to her almost immediately, her reflection expecting another answer. “As for enemies, I hate everyone else. Mostly. The thief and the angry pilot are my favorite ones to infuriate.”

Are you loyal to this crew?

          “I trust no one but the two people tied to me for years now. Fox and Orion. I believe everyone knows that anyway.“ The answer is concise and pointed, her pulse steady and diodes flickering next to her. “I suppose you are gullible enough to trust sixteen weirdos, half of which like to kill things or set buildings on fire, the other half crying in corners.“

Is it possible to know the truth without challenging it first?

          “How do you think I got hold of all the government’s dirty secrets, huh?“ Cosima challenges, venom dripping from her lips. And when you think today she had woken up in a good mood. “I too was once innocent. Believing what I was told without making sure of it for myself. But then I challenged, I conquered. And now, I know if not too many truths I wish to change. Have I not, really?”

If a scenario occurred which ensured you could only save the life of Fox or Orion, who would you choose?

          Her air is finally stolen, eyes immediately filling with fear. The stomach flops and her words are caught in her throat; her body remains tense, concentrated and comfortably relaxed despite the death sentence she was put on. “Both of them, fucker,” she snarls, the machine now even making funny noises. Oh, how she wants to BREAK it and throw it at the window which stalks her every move and word, each twinkle of her eyes and curve of her lips. How she resents it. Cosima straightens her back, thinking of how she could evade, but nothing comes to mind. A feeling forms in her gut, one that she’d felt when she lost her father but never wished to express it.

          Perhaps the most unfortunate fact is that Cosima knew the answer. It was held in a box neatly tucked at the back of the brain, its contents remaining safely locked due to her lack of impulsiveness. Fox was the one she trusts the most, the one the hacker can’t let go of no matter what. Orion was a situation never anticipated but welcomed with open arms once they rolled into the Rebellion with her. Yet, there was tension between them, a certain change of air Cosima had noticed as soon as they had reunited. How did one make such a choice? How did Cosima have to choose between the only people keeping her sane in this wretched world?

          If anything else, she is at least decisive. Her tongue acts before her brain, though, a tear forming in the corner of her eye. It’s not caused by sadness, but by anger for the one asking questions and too much of a coward to show their true face. Vulnerability – how fucking disgusting. The tear rolls down gently, almost invisible against her skin; but she can feel it while her hearts is beating rapidly. “Fox.” As she wipes the tear ferociously from her face, she slams her fist on the table, the impact echoing through the room. “I can’t wait to meet you in person and bash your head into a wall, you fucker. My answer does not mean whatever you are forcing me to imply. It doesn't mean I wouldn't die for both of them at any time. Try again.”

Are you completely confident in your skills? Do you believe there’s anything that could stop you from hacking something? Perhaps your moral code?

            Her voice nothing but a memory now, she stares blankly at the mirror in front of her. “Isn’t that what you recruited me for? My confidence in my hacking skills. The only thing I can’t hack is your identity, which I’m convinced is atrocious by now. Not sure if that’s a good or a bad thing anyway.“ Cosima thinks of the words ‘moral code’. She didn’t consider herself a person with wicked morals or an antagonist of some sorts, just different views. “My moral code is the enabler of everything I do. I wouldn’t hack without a reason. I don’t manipulate machines just for fun or because I like to watch the world burn. There’s a purpose behind my actions, even if sometimes it burns like an inferno. You should learn from that, by the way.“ she spits, baring her teeth with aggression in her voice. “You know, having a purpose behind your actions. I guess you are the one who wants the world to burn via a lie-detecting machine. So mediocre… at least you could’ve brought them here. I’ve always been an opened book.“

Finally, do you believe your actions within the rebellion were just? Do you feel bad for anyone that has gotten hurt?

          “Was this question submitted by Theon?“ she asks, genuinely. “What I did, as stated before, had a reason to be done. I am not sorry about what I did, and many can agree the Rebellion is just. If the rich are ready to kill to leave the rest poor – we will answer fire with fire. Always.“

Of course the Benefactor thanks her for her answers. She tears the wires glued to her skin immediately, kicking her weight off the chair and raising her middle finger to the mirror before leaving for the Concord with the air behind her left ablaze.

                                                               || ARMOUR ||

[nikki-on-edge]

Six Skeletons One Maid – PART ONE

So here I am, with a couple of fanarts from lovely story by @raccoonsinqueen / @raccoonsinqueen-taxes. Light, funny, unexpected, inspirational and always cheers me up in bad days! It was so fun for me to draw! :D

And now an explanation, why are things like that:

- I always imagine Maid-chan like kind of bad ass, that’s why I mixed her facial expression so much :D - I like the idea that Black could wear a warm turtleneck and a pair of jeans instead of armour all the time (all in edgy style – just look at these slippers! ROAR! // also Red with his fluffy jacked - replaced by a hoodie) but probably it’s a wrong idea?... - I know, Black is huge compared to Maid-chan – I just like height differences among protagonists so much ;-; - I know there is a ’16 in my signature – I draw these fanarts some time ago and now I am brave enough to publish it, yay! - I’m sorry for any English mistakes – still learning~ - and finally - I will never ever draw Black without shirt again...

So, I hope you like it! :D (Waiting for the next chapter with big smile!)

PART ONE – You are here! PART TWO – CLICK!

You can read 6S1M here! – AO3

P.S. Stay tuned for a second part! (with Swapfell Bros~ :>)

[invokingbees]

Dark Souls

Just beat the remaster and I have feelings. I know I am very very late to this game, but fuck you! I’m talking about it.

tl;dr at the very bottom.

My general, overall impression, fresh off beating the game + DLC is, well, frank astonishment at how underwhelmed I was. Yeah, sorry to be like this but I didn't really enjoy myself. I didn't completely hate it, but I'm not feeling a particular pull to play it again, NG+ or new build. There are no parts, sections, events, areas, fights which make me go 'I wanna experience that again'. Nothing stood out to me as 'wow that was really cool'. Some clarification: I played this series in absolute ass backwards order. Bloodborne, to DaS3, to DaS2, to DaS3 again, to Demon's, to DaS1R. Of course I have also been spoiled beyond imagination, but then again, I was spoiled on every game, more or less. Maybe the problem is with that order, I dunno. But after having gone back, with all my knowledge on how those games work and play, knowing how to get into it, man, I just really didn't like it and I feel a little sad.

I played, or at least tried to play, a pure caster, but found that to be pretty much impossible. Magic charges, while I appreciate being able to stack them and not having a shared ammo pool, are badly hindered by the lack of any replenishment beyond sitting at a bonfire. Miss a soul spear? Too bad, it's gone unless bone home or sit down. A fresh/old spice equivalent would have been appreciated, but after how powerful magic was in Demon's Souls, I guess From wanted to tone it down, but they ended up nerfing it into near uselessness. Being a caster and having to rely primarily on a melee weapon, with magic either a desperate back up or to be saved for a boss, felt wrong. I used spears throughout the game for range, but their narrow hitboxes got me in trouble a bunch of times. Not to mention to sheer lack of variety, I ended up using three spear weapons only for their damage types rather than to try something new and fun. Armour was heavily restricted due to low stamina, as points needed to go elsewhere for me to have any chance in combat. All of this combined created a pretty painful experience.

And the ring problem. I had the ring of favour equipped as it boosted my otherwise low stats and allowed me a smidgen of freedom in what to wear. That left me with one ring slot which, although it got swapped out at intervals for some specific situations, sat on the Bellowing Dragoncrest Ring. And there's the problem of the Dusk Crown not only be necessary for a damage boost, but looking absolutely horrendous. It's not like Demon's Souls didn't have stuff like this – the ring of magical sharpness was required for powerful spells and the Old Monk's Headwrap further empowered your magic and was ugly to look at. But Demon's Souls also had replenishable magic from a variety of sources, so nerfing yourself wasn't too much of a blow. In Dark Souls, though, you gotta wear that ring, wear that awful crown. Your options for how you look become even more limited on top of low stamina. And of course that prohibits how much damage you can take, too. Many deaths were had very quickly. That's to say nothing of just how slow and clunky absolutely everything felt. I load up Demon's every so often and am surprised how well such an older game holds up, and especially compared to Dark Souls. Demon's was faster, more fluid, more responsive, whereas Dark Souls, when I should be the equivalent of a god, still felt weak as hell. High levels in Demon's feel truly powerful.

The world. Looking at it as objective as I can, it's very well crafted. The shortcuts, the way everything layers is all very nicely done, opening places up was interesting, seeing where things went, where they led back to, clearly a ton of thought was put into physical make up of Lordran. I just wish I had actually enjoyed these places. Every area I beat, every boss that died, I thought to myself, that goodness that's done with. And it just kept happening. Most of the locations, visually, were fine. I have to say, nothing much stood out to me as pretty, or awe-inspiring, or cool, etc. The two places which had any impact beyond 'oh jeez what now' were Ash Lake (even though it looks...bad, graphics-wise) and Kiln of the First Flame (which is in reality just a really big Below The Nexus). That's about it. Places that stand out to me as absolutely detestable, though, numero uno on that list is Blighttown. What an absolute pile of unfun shit, irritating on every level, somehow actually managing to be worse than Demon's Souls’ Valley of the Defilement and buddy, let me tell you something, that's an achievement. It's mercifully shorter than the Valley, I guess. Demon Ruins and Lost Izalith were just as bad as everyone says they are – blatantly unfinished, slapped together jokes. Sour the experience badly. Anor Londo was quite vexing with the archers, of course, the *coughcough*Latria demons*coughcough*  were quite the pain for a spear-user. Everything else I'm struggling to remember even now because, honestly, nothing stuck. The DLC was short and okay. The Abyss was kind of annoying but didn't particularly bother me once I had cleared it out of items. I liked the Humanity sprites floating around.

I want to say that it was later games that spoiled my experience of this, I want to say that the refinement of combat, graphics and music spoiled my enjoyment of an older product, but I can't say that because I played Demon's Souls before this and I can honestly say, 100%, without a suggestion of a mere hint of contrarianism or nostalgia, that I think Demon's Souls was a better game. I think a big problem that’s always in the back of my head, is down to simple taste on the themes and tone. Dark Souls is a game set long, long after a golden age, where the world is winding down, the heroes are long gone, the gods are dead, everywhere is deserted and curse besets the planet. It's a melancholy, tragic, sad, tired atmosphere, full of colossi that are shadows of themselves and we're all running on fumes, ready to go hollow at the drop of a hat. And that, frankly, doesn't interest me. It's just not my thing. Demon's Souls presented a world FALLING apart, at the tail end of a collapse that's still kinda-sorta-happening. We're in the midst of a bad shit as we explore the remains of the world. And Bloodborne presents to us a world in the very midst of an apocalypse, on the night of a hunt. More importantly, Demon's Souls and Bloodborne have very overt tinges of horror to them. Bloodborne, especially, of course, but take one look around the Tower of Latria in Demon's and you'd be hard pressed to believe you weren't in the middle of a survival horror. Demon's Souls atmosphere is unparalleled and I think Bloodborne meets it. There's an oppressive feeling to everything in Demon's, Boletaria feels terribly hostile, Latria is a hellscape designed by alien-minded madmen, the Shrine of Storms wants you dead and Valley of Defilement want you out. Stonefang...doesn't seem to care, and in my opinion is the weakest part of Demon's Soul. Valley sucks, sure, but it gets Maiden Astraea. It's the more horror-bent to DeS and BB that make them shine to me, that draw me in. Dark Souls doesn't have that anywhere. It comes closest in the Duke's Archives, but never quite gets there and is absent everywhere else.

Can I admire and respect Dark Souls? Absolutely. It was a big, bold project in an era of gaming that shouldn't have welcomed it and it took much work and was clearly handled with passion. It put From Software on the map and paved the way for an entire new subgenre. It was a trendsetter. It has already gone down in history as a classic and massive meme game. It'll affect us for years to come. But did I actually like it? No, not really. I think Demon's Souls was a more memorable experience with a mix of tone, theme, character and atmosphere we won't ever see the likes of again. I think Bloodborne is a fucken masterpiece of goddamn everything that won't be easily be beaten in its masterful handling of gothic, cosmic and pretty much ever flavour of horror in a fast-paced action game. So yeah, it's a let down for me. I wish it wasn't this way, but alas, I'll have to wait til Shadows Die Twice for more From Software goodness, and hopefully, a more horror-tinged take on the historical Japanese setting.

tl;dr I didn't really like it and although I understand its importance, I think other games did it better

[dashow06-blog]

Story

M Sara was petite white girl fresh out of highschool into to college. She was very small coming in at about 5'3 90lbs. Very cute and very smart. She was also all about different cultures and learning about them. She didn’t want to be the white girl who was thought to be racist or racially insensitive. A very progressive thinker, so much soo that she opted to go to an Historically Black College. She had a 4.0 Gpa all through highschool and could of made it to any college she wanted but she talked it over with her mom and they both agreed it would be a great experience for her. Even if it was just for one year. Sara arrived on the campus to some mixed looked. Some of the student werent used to seeing a white girl on the yard. She looked around and noticed all the greek letter plaques and trees. Saw the lay of the campus and then she heard “Hey girl. Welcome to Young College. I’m Kiki and apart of the welcoming committee. You are gonna love it here” Sara: Thanks.. This is a really beautiful campus Kiki: I know right. Now lets get you moved in Just then the most beautiful black man Sara had ever see walked up to her. He was 6'10 of solid caramel color with tattoos on his arms. Muscle were popping out from his under armour shirt he had on. He had to be about 250 of just pure thickness. She was mesmerized by the swinging of his huge dick as walked up to her. Guy: Hey I’m Chase. Can I help you with moving your stuff in. Sara still in awe: I…i….i. Uhh I’m Sara and yes thank you so much. Chase grabbed her television and turned around to start walking towards the dorms. It was at the moment she notice something about Chase. HIS ASS WAS HUGEEEE!!! It was like one cheek was her whole body if she was to get in a ball. She couldn’t believe it.She knew black girls had phat asses but not guys. She watched as he walked each massive cheek moved and jiggled with each step. His ass was like something from a drawing. His tight shirt sat right on top of it. Sara thought she could just put another box on top of his ass to carry up too. She laughed to herself. She grabbed some of her bags and headed up to her dorm. Kiki: Hey Girl becareful of these boys alright. Your freshmeat and not like well us here so don’t get caught up ok Sara laughed: I will try to stay out of trouble. I’m here from work Kiki: Good keep it that way. Oh and just a heads up. There is a dorm that’s all boys dorm name Stanford Hall. I’ve seen a few girls go in there and when they come out they arent quite the same Sara: Stanford Hall..Ok…thank you ill remember that Chase: Hey I don’t know which room I’m going to He shouted Sara: OH right…here I come Sara and Chase walked in the dorm towards the elevator Sara looks at here paper of where she is staying: It says 807 Chase: Oh top floor huh. You must be smart that’s where they put all the smart girls. Sara: Well I’m ok … She said blushing at this gorgeous thick man. Sara: So..do you play sports or something Chase: Why cause I’m big and black I gotta plays sport is that what you saying Sara nervously: No no no that’s not what I’m Chase: Chill out girl im just playing. Yea I play football and basketball here. Sara laughs: haha. Oh ok Chase: You gotta loosen up girl. Sara: ahha I’ll work on that Elevator arrives finally. Her and Chase get in along with a lot of other people filling the elevator to capacity. A lot of shifting around until everybody is finally situated. Chase see’s one of his teammates enter and starts chatting it up with him. Sara cant see anything. Being 5'3 put her a disadvantage. She some how found herself in the back of the elevator corner behind Chase. Due to her height she was now face leve with his Giant Ass. Being this close to it she could now definitely tell the size of this thing was massive. She couldn’t even fathom how any body could get an ass so big. She wanted to ask him but she wasn’t so sure how he would take it. Maybe another time. Luckily for her his ass didn’t smell to bad. She was literally inches away from her face touch his ass. Chase was so big he completely blocked everything from her view by his body and ass. The elevator started to move causing Chase to scoot back. Bad new for Sara it was ass first right on her face in the corner. Sara sank deep into this giants phat ass booty. Chase didn’t even notice what happen. He was too busy talking to is teammate. And because Chase was so big people in the elevator didn’t even notice there was a person behind. Sara didn’t know what to do. Her face and part of her body was wedged almost to her ears in this ass. And that was WITH his shorts on. She didn’t want to panic and figured it was only an accident and he’d move soon. So she waited being squished in the corner buried by Chase huge booty. Luckily for her it was more soft then firm. Almost like two very large body pillows. She now started to smell the sweaty ass smell as her face was lost in his deep crack. Chase shifted back and forth while talkin to his friend moving Sara tiny face and body with each jiggle and wiggle of his cheeks. People Started getting off the elevator on each floor slowly but surely while Sara was still trapped in her ass ride up to the 8th floor. Sara thought how can he not feel a person stuck in his ass? Maybe I should scream or say something. She was starting to sweat in between his massive cheeks. Finally she heard everybody get off on the 7th floor. Chase looking around thinking “where is that white girl” Finally he walked forward to hit the closed door button and Sara’s face and body moved with him still stuck face deep in his ass. He looked back Chase: Oh Shit..You were behind me. He grabbed her head and pulled it out of his ass. Sara finally could see light and get fresh air Chase: Yo why didn’t you tap me or say something girl. My fault Sara getting back oriented: Its ….its Ok.. I was my fault Chase: You must be on some kinky shit huh hahaha. Sara kinda laughed embarrassingly Sara: I thought you’d of noticed or felt me. I didn’t wanna make a scene. That’s one way to welcome in the white girl huh ha ha Chase shaking his head: I do apologize. Sometimes this thing behind has a mind of its on. Kinda a family gift and curse. My sister and my twin brother have it. Only one who escaped was my little brother. We always say he’s adopted ahha Sara: I see They step out on the 8th floor and head to her room. He walks out first. Sara is once again in awe of his ass even more especially since she just had a personal encounter with it. Chase looks back and notices it and has a sly grin. Being that she got in on high Scholastic scholarship she got a room all to herself. Full Furnished (except the TV) They walk in he puts her tv and cords down and she puts her bags down Sara: Thank You so much. Chase flashes his smile that Sara almost just melts right there. Chase: No problem. Sorry again about my ass. Haha Sara: ha Its…its ok.. So you have a twin Chase: Yea he goes here too we room together. We are fraternal twins tho so you won’t confuse us. Well unless your behind us again haha. He’s same build as me only he dark brown. Sara: Yeah..i see.. Umm I hate to bring it up again but you honestly didn’t feel me behind you. Chase: haha sorry I didn’t . Must be the constant slaps to the ass when I play sports that has numbed it right haha. But seriously me and my bro hate this thing. Its hard to find pants. We usually wear shorts or cargos or joggers Sara: And it genetic huh.. Chase: Yea…I don’t even pay attention any more to all the looks and stares. Been with me all 21 years of my life so its whatever. Sara: oh ok. Well thaks again ..Chase Chase: Hey since your smart are you any good at Anatomy? Sara: Uh Yeah I am why. Chase: Well I suck at it. Ive have to repeat the course you think you wouldn’t mind helping me study. Sara didn’t know what to think. She had this beautiful black man in her room. With these green eyes and “to die for” smile .. she was damn near wet looking at him Chase: Sara?? Sara snaps out of it Sara: Oh yes..yea ..The least I could do since you brought my tv up. Chase: Cool. You can meet my brother too. Take my number I stay on the 5 floor of Stanford Hall. Sara took a pause: Standfor huh Chase: Yea.. He see the look on her face Chase: Oh you must of heard the rumors. Look its not what you think we just get a bad wrap because all the athletes live there. Matter of fact come see later tonight for yourself we are having small kickback. That way you can get it out your system that nothing is gonna happen to you…..that you don’t want haha just kidding Sara: Ok yea.. Yeaa ummm we’ll see. But I’ll definitely help you with your homework. Chase: Thanks..Ok hope to see you later Chase turns and Sara is once again presented with this mega booty as he walks out her room. She sits back and thinks “Wow what a way to get introduced to this school” She never had an ass fetish until she saw him and now there is two of them she didn’t know what to think. All she knew is she didn’t want to end stuck inbetween those cheeks again….or does she. She starts processing the whole ordeal again in her head as she unpacks. “He had to have felt me back there” she thinks. Maybe I’m just over thinking this…He is sooo fucking hot she smiles to herself hahaha. Few hours pass and she is bored in her rooms. Bzzz Bzzz she get a text from Chase. “Hope you can make it tonight 7pm” . She contemplates and figures it can’t be that bad. Chase was a nice guy. Maybe Kiki was just trying to scare the new white girl on campus. Plus it be good to meet some people. She looks down at the time its already 6:30. She figures out where she is going throws on some jeans that hug the little but she does have. She looks in the mirror at it “No where near Chase size” she laughs. And hoodie heads out. She walks across to the campus and looks around thinking about how historical this place is. She gets to Standford sooner then she thinks. She texts Chase “Hey im outside” and recieves a text “Ok I’m coming down” As she waits there are a couple of guys sitting outside Guy1: Hey white girl You know where you at? Sara tries to ignore him but he starts to come near her. Guy1: Hey I said do you know where you at? Sara mind races. She a litle nervous. She doesn’t want to seem like the white people who are scared of blacks. I mean why would she come here if this was the case Sara: Yea Im here to meet my friend here Guy1: Friend?!! Ok.. Look be careful in here. Things can get a little big frea Just as he was about to finish Chase come and smacks him on his ass with his huge hands almost knocking they guy down. Chase: Mack if you don’t get your little ass out of here stop messing with my new tutor. Sara notices that Chase don’t have a shirt on and apparently no underwear either under his bball shorts. His muscles are poppin out. He’s got tattoos all over his. chest and stomach. His short stop right at the top of his huge ass and come down infont to where the v starts on waist. Mack: Hey man stop hittin me on my ass. That shit hurts. I don’t play football. Imma Swimmer…we don’t do that shit. Chase: Yea swim up my ass . Mack: Its big enough hahahaha Chase looks kinda embarrassed by that joke. Normally he wouldn’t be but because Sara is there he’s slightly annoyed. Mack was about 5'10 but skinny black guy. Probably about 135 lbs Chase walks over to make “So you got jokes huh, Joke on this” Chase uses his huge grabs Mack by head turns and forces his face deep in his ass. Having no draws on Macks face and head disappeared. Sara watched in awe and slightly amused too as the other guy starts busting out laughing. From Sara point of view it looked like Chase ass swallowed this kids head. Only his neck and body were sticking out and his flailing arms trying to push Chase huge ass cheeks off him. Soon Chase lets out a huge fart. Mack starts flailing even harder. He keeps him there for a few moments before he pulls him out of his ass. Mack Falls on the ground coughing and choking for air. Chase laughs: I guess you can swim up my ass. Haha Sara you read to go? Sara laughs taken back by the whole moment Sara: Uhh Yea Mack: He fuck you Chase. You and your big ass Chase: Yea yea keep talking little shit you’ll see what happens Sara: So you use that thing for a weapon too huh Chase: hahha yeap.. So don’t you piss me of either. Im equal opportunist haha Sara: Oh trust I wont. I’ve already experienced that She says kinda flirty as she looks at his mega rump again. I mean she is face level with it anyway. Chase notices Chase: Hey our elevator is down we gotta take the stairs. Its only a few floors up. You are kinda early I was just getting out the shower. Sara: No Problem… I’ll just follow you Chase: You trynna get a peek at my ass again? Haha Sara blushes and just laughs shyly Chase: Im joking …lets goo Sara walks up the steps behind him trying to keep up with her tiny legs. All the while just watching his ass jiggle with no draws on.. Its almost like its bigger now. Maybe he had on compression underwear early keeping all the huge sexy caramel ass flesh contained. His ass was so large it was like it was built on his body. Like he got Nicki Minaj ass shots or something. She was stuck in the booty trance that she didn’t even notice him stop on the stairs and ran…you guessed it…face first into his crack of his big ass again. Chase: Ok see now your trying to sneak touches Sara: haha. I didn’t even notice you stopped. Im starting to think your doing this on purpose. Chase looked slyly: Not yet…haha Sara didn’t know what that meant but she just laughed it off and kept walking until they reached his floor. As she walked down the floor she notice all type of guys of different sizes and colors. Black and hispanic guys all in really good shape. Some bigger than others and all of them good looking. She thought how did I get so blessed to be around all these good looking guys. Most of them walking around shirtless. A few in just tiles. She also notice a few of them had mega asses like Chase. She figured they played on the football team. Wait..“why am I looking a guys asses all of a sudden"… She walked as Chase introduced her to people as his new tutor. All the guys seemed pretty cool to her. She didn’t know why Kiki told her to stay out of here. Then they get to Chase’s room. As they walk in Sara sees a guy bent over wrestling another kid who was considerably smaller than him. By the size the ass bent over Sara realized it must be Chase’s twin. Chase: Hey man..why are you always wrestling him. He never wins. Oh Sara that’s my twin Chance. Chance: He said he likes the challenge. Sara watches as the smaller opponent tries his hardest to to grapple with Chance. His small hands are trying to grab Chance massive thigh to left one of his legs. But it takes his whole reached to grab one thigh. This kids is about the same size as the swimmer that just up in Chase ass. Chance wasn’t doing anything but toying with the kid. Chase: They do this all the time and it’s the same result…. Just as Chase said that. Chance finally got tired of the match and just grabbed the kid by his waist. Flipped him upside down slammed him back first on the bed and then with one swift motion jumps in the air and last ass first on top of the kid sideways. His ass cheeks covered his head all the way down to his waist. Chase: Squashed …hahah good job bro Chance: I’m sorry. Im rude…Wassup. Was your name again Sara watched as the kids legs were kicking outside of Chance’s big phat ass. He was just sitting on him like he wasn’t even there. She thought is everything dealing with ass with these guys. Then she thought "well they have em might as well use em” and chalked up to boys just being boys. Sara: Im Sara.. She looked at Chance. And though they weren’t identical they were both definitely model material. Chance was the same height and build as Chase. He was just wasn’t caramel. Instead he was a dark almond type shade with goatee. He also had tattos as well. He didn’t have a shirt either and no undies as well.. She could by his ass jiggling when he was wrestling. Chance: Sorry about this. He always comes in here and tries to wrestle me. He says it’s making him tougher. Crazy water boy on the team. Sara watched in awe as the boy pretty much vanished into the cushion of the bed. You couldn’t see his body or head at all. Sara: Hey I get it .. I have younger brothers they wrestles their friends all the time. They just don’t have your..well..your size Chase: She means ass bro..hahaha she the one I told you about Chance: Oh you’re the one my brother almost killed with his ass.. Let me apologize to you for that Chase: Shut up man.. I already did Chance: I’m sure he told you. We are kinda trapped with this things. Good for us tho girls love it. Our skinny little bro however hates it ..he always ends up like this guy Chance tilts just one cheek up and letting him breathe some. Then sits back down and wiggles and laughs. Sara: Guys being guys.. I guess.. So am I early where are the people. Chase: Yea you’re a little early… have a seat on my bed…its only maybe one or two people coming nothing major. Chase says as he walks over and sits next to his brother ON TOP of the rest of the kids body that sticking out cover from where is his brothers ass left off all the way down to his feet which were now the only thing you could see of the kid. He had completely vanished under the two major bubble asses. Sara sit down watching the whole scene all she could was laugh Sara: Um you guys are gonna kill him haha Chase: Naw he’s ok Chance: Right Tommy? Chance lifts his one cheek up again to hear a muffled yea before he vanishes him once again with left round ass cheek. Chase: Do you drink? Sara: Yea. I mean kinda Chance there is vodka and juice on the bar help yourself Sara cautiously pours her a drink and sips…she is definitely a light weight so she loosens up real quick. Sara: haha I can’t believe you guys are just squashing that kid like that its too funny. I can’t even see him. You guys are blessed hah Chance and Chase look at eachother. Chase: You think.. I guess so…So how did you like it now you’ve been personal with my ass twice now Sara a little tipsy: I mean its not something I thought about but if I have to it wasn’t that bad haha She takes more to drink thinking that she might of gave herself too much. Chance: You tellin me you never thought about a guys booty? Like we think about girls booty. Sara: I live around a lot of white people besides of couple of baseball player I know . Not much boy booty to see Chase gets up off the kids legs which are now kicking like crazy. And walks over to where Sara is sitting on the bed. Chase: I bet none of had the ass like us huh He turns on some music and then turns around presenting his huge ass to her again. Sara being tipsy now is definitely stuck looking at his cheeks though his shorts. His one cheek drawfs her whole body and then both cheeks together are just insane. Chase starts to slowly back up to Sara face..Either out of some unknown instinct or just lack of inhibitions from the liquor Sara puts both her hands up and grabs Chase big ass. She rubs all over it.She literally has to stretch to rub his whole ass and even still there are part she didn’t touch. Chance just watches as he sit on the other kids face still giving him air one more as he adjust himself on the kids face. This time turning and sitting facing his feet and his ass now eating the lil guys face deep into his crack. He sits full weight against on his face with his back against the headboard and his huge leg and thighs stretched over the boys whole body once he vanishes. Its like he Chance is just laying on the bed watching his brother seduce the white girl. Chase smiles slyly again as he know feels the heat of her breath against his huge butt. Chase: Go head white girl.. You can hug if you can Sara without think stand up and attempts to wrap her arms around his mega phat ass. In the process it makes her face go up his deep crack but her arms arm are so short and his ass is sooo big that she doesn’t even reach the sides of his ass. Chase begins to wiggle and shake and Sara doesn’t know what she’s even doing. She thinks to herself what is this. How did I get her with my face stuck in a sexy ass black man humongous ass crack. She starts to second guess herself. Sara: Umm..(still face on his ass sideways like it’s a pillow) I don’t know if I should. Before she gets it out Chase bends over takes one hand opens his cheek and then take his big hand and aggressively stuffs her face in his ass. As deep as the shorts would allow her face to go in and then lets go of his cheek. He booty slaps close around Sara’s whole face and head. Her hair was the only thing barely seen stickin out of his ass. Then he stands back up. Her hands trying to push herself out. Chance: Damn bro..Don’t kill her on the first time. Chase : Haha. How bout you don’t kill the kid under you big ass bro Chance: OH yea let me give him some air Chance arches his back slightly leaving just a pocket of air in his crack for the kid under him to breathe and then lets out a hugeeee fart that made the kids whole face vibrate. Then he sits back down again Chase: You’re an ass. Hahah literrally Chance: Look who’s talking Sara start to panic. It was hot at first but now she starting to not be able to breathe. She can feel Chase moving to the music maker her head go back and forth inside of his asscheek. It became sweaty and even tho he just showered she could smell that musky ass smell. She tired to tap him his ass to say she wanted to stop now but he just grabbed her bent down slightly sliding her face up his huge crack some more grabber her hands between his mega thighs and pulled her in some more.. Now her chest was inside his crack and her who whole head. Sara didn’t know what to do she was literally trapped in an asscrack. She didn’t even thinks this would be possible. Chase started wiggling his giant caramel ass around more. Chance: YO…that looks crazy man your ass is eating her hahaha. Right as Sara was running out of breath Chance pulled her out. She was so hot and dizzy from the liquor and being swallowed by a black man’s booty she collapsed on the bed on her back with her feet dangling off of it. Chase turn and crawls beside her on the bed looking down at her. Chase : You Ok. He said ever so sexy and seductively. Sara was trying to gain her composure as her eyes came back into focus she was once again looking up at this sexy ass man. With that “I’ll do anything you ask” smile he has. Sara: That….that was intense. Chase: I didn’t know you were this kinky Sara: I…i.. didn’t either. Maybe I should go Chase: Or maybe we can take it up a notch Sara looked him and that smile was almost like a serum that makes you do whatever he ask you to do. Sara: uhh…like …like what Chase let me show. Chase turned and straddle Sara body facing her feet. His booty eclipsed all of her visison and he wasn’t even sitting yet. She looked up all she could see was the bottom of his ass and his huge thighs on either side of her body. One leg alone was her whole body. He scooted up some.. Is ass stretched from her below her waist to the top is head. Everything in Sara’s head was telling her to leave but she was soo curious..Did she really wan’t this. Was he about to really sit on her? Then she saw him grab his waist band and pull down his pants to expose his huge sexy round big asss caramel booty. All smooth. He struggled to get them off each cheek until finally they were under his ass. She could see had huge balls and part of his giant dick from her view but mostly all she could see was a booty that could possible kill her with only one cheek. He looked back over his shoulder and even he couldn’t see her face or body because of his ass. Chase: You ready Sara shaking with fear and excitement: yea Chase was just breaking her in so he slowly started sit. Sara watch as his ass got closer and still somehow seemed to get bigger. Usually when you sit your ass opens up. Not his…he had to reach with both hands and spread his ass slowly sitting on her face. Even with his as ass spread Sara couldn’t see his hole. His crack was that deep. She slow felt herself go in his ass. His cheeks met the bed and surrounded her face and head. Then he let go and the molded around her face leaving her feeling like she just entered another universe. Not only was her face in it but again her shoulders breast and now stomach too. Chase: Oh shit bro. I always forget how good this feels. Chance: Ha I know right. As he wiggles on the his seat as well Sara mean while didn’t know what to do she felt some of his weight on her but know it wasn’t all of it but his booty alone was heavy. He felt him start to grind on her face and wiggle and clinch his cheeks around her face and head. And body drawing it in even more. Sara couldnt barely breath in the ass pocked she was in. Chase: Damn she so small she not even near my hole yet. Chance: We’ll sit on her like a chair man get her in there deeper. Sara couldn’t hear anything they were saying. Her ears were blocked by ass cheeks. But she noticed the weight lift off her slightly. Her face slowly came out of his ass but not for long soon she felt a heavy weight on her chest. Almost unbearable being that she was only 90lbs. Chase had taken his legs from under him and was just sitting on her chest with his legs off the bed and feet on the floor like a chair. All his weight was now crushing her into the bed. Suddenly it went from being fun to being a little scary. He was sitting just far enough off her face that she could now see the top of his head from out under his ass. Her body was being sucked down deep in his crack now traping her arms inbetween his ass cheeks. Chase: Level 3… let’s do Just then Chase slid back on her face only this time full weight.Sara thought she was gonna be crushed by this huge ass and weight. She went soo deep in there that she was not by his whole. From his brothers view looked like he just sitting on a bed like normal and there wasn’t a white girl inside of his booty. Chance: There you go bro. I told you stop taking it easy on the bitches man. Chase: you right.. I just kinda like this one. Chance: Man you getting soft let me show how to use her. I'mm put this kid to sleep and then I’ll be over there Chance slipped his shorts off with some effort under his ass and sat on the kids face bare ass now too pushing him deep into his ass to smother the kid out. Chase leaned forward to allow Sara to get some air. Pulling her out of his ass for a minute. Sara: I wanna….I wanna stop now Chase: We are just getting started. If you wanna stop make sure this next time I feel something in there. Your smart you’ll figure it out if you wanna breathe again. Sara was now really scared…and some crazy part of her was turned on as well befor she knew he was back on her face deep in his crack again she went. She soon need to breathe. Chase was not getting a little more aggressive and started bouncing on his her face. She never licked a guys ass before but if it meant to save her life she would.. She stuck her tongue out and right his big hole it went. Which cause him to stop bouncing an just relax all that 250lbs on her face…She tongued as best as she could. She remember seeing porn where the girl rims a guys ass and she just mimicked it. Chase: OH shit bro… you def gotta hurry up and try this..This white girl is good ……fuckkk… too good man Chance: OK Chance spread his legs and watch as the kid under him legs flailed aggressively then slowly started to fade out and then stop completely. He sat for just a few more moments before he got up and had to pull his face out of his deep crack too Chase: You didn’t kill him did you? Chance checks his breathing and see his chest moving. Chance: Naw but he’ll be out for awhile while we use her. Let me try Chance now goes over and get his brother off Sara’s face. Sara feels the weight off her body as Chance helps pull her out of his brothers ass. She looks up now to see this dark brown mammoth booty descend onto her face. It was just like Chase only darker color. Chance sits down hard and doesn’t ease into at all. Boom Right on to her face and body. Sara yells out a in pain but its muffled and faint under him Chase: Bro don’t break her. You sent that last bitch to the hospital.. Chance: Chill out watch this Sara was not wedged body and face again in another phat ass and the weight was killing her. Chance then started to scoot around on the bed draggin her face and body that stuck in his ass. Bouncing hard and wiggling to get her face deep. Chase: Damn your ass is tossing her around like a rag doll haha Chance: haha I learned this from the last light skin bitch that was over. She a freakkkk Just then Chance felt Sara’s tongue go in his whole..she must of needed to breathe because she was tonguing like her life depended on it. Chance: Oh shit bro you right she is a good ass eater.. Ok I won’t break this one. But lets try something Chance gets up while she is still stuck between his cheeks and flips over on his stomach. His huge booty sticking up high in the air. Sara has to almost be on her knees while the rest of her body is trapped. But she can breathe now because now weight is on her even tho she is still trapped in the dark almost mega booty. Chance: Lift her up ..turn face up towards your then sit on my butt. Sara at this point was out of energy. She was just going with the flow. She wasn’t as scared anymore strangely but now she was… was she starting to like this?? Chase did what his brother said and laid her ontop of his ass then he sat down on her face with the back of her head going into his brothers ass crack. Chance started bouncing his ass up cause his brothers ass to bounce on her face and body. Sara felt like she was trapped between to 4 huge pillows. Out of nowhere she stuck her tounge out as this game of bounce ass continued. She wasn’t getting the whole but Chase could still feel that wet warm feeling as he bounced on his brothers ass with a human inbetween them. This went on for awhile as they switched positions then Chase: I gotta idea. Get on all fours Chance: Ok Sara was now just going with the flow.. She had broken to worship this black mega asses. Chase put her on her butt on the bed right infront of Chances huge ass on all fours. And then Chase got on all for behind her. Chase: Now back up bro They both started back up like some type of ass compressor pushing Sara’s body between their asses.. This time because he was bent over and the weight of Chase on the back of her head she was in deep enough again to tongue Chances whole. Man it was a sight to watch. It was like she was in ass heaven or hell ..They did that for awhile too switching between them. Little did they know the other kid had waken up. Chase saw him and winked. The kid just played like he was still passed out the whole time he was jacking to site of this girl being wedged into two giant ass cheeks. Chase: Ok I think we are done. Chance: Aww I didn’t get to bust one yet. Chase: Well your little seat did watching us…hahaa maybe you can use him The kid tried to hurry and get up but Chance was too fast and sure enough he was now back buried underneath Chance’’s naked huge ass. Chance: I don’t like guys licking my ass but imma make an exception so you better do it or ill smother so bad I don’t care what happens to you. Chase laughed he guessed the kid started doing it because Chance started jackin off his huge dick. He looks at Sara who was is not soo exhauasted and sweaty. She looks like she super drunk but in reality she just drained from all that ass she got today. Chase can’t let her just walk back like that plus it night time now. So he grabs his sweats and has Sara step into them. Then he steps in front of her and pulls his sweat pants up and ties them. Bringing Sara up with them sitting in the seat of his pants once again face first into his naked ass. Puts on a big hoody that almost cover his big ass. She to tired to even complain. Chance: Damn that’s a good idea. I'mma try that one next Chase: Yep: I’ll be back Chase walks out back down the stairs and to her dorm. The whole time Sara is face is wedged in his ass. She kill feel his cheeks jiggle around her face as he walks. He gets to do the dorm but is still loving the feeling of her face in his ass in these pants so he walks up the 8 floors to her room. He already took her keys so he goes in. He thinks damn bro was right I didn’t get to bust a nut. So he reaches inside his pants spreads his cheeks and sits on the bed and on her face again. Sara now on instinct just starts tonguing his whole deep. Chase sees a towel and begins jacking his huge 11’ dick. The whole time grinding and bouncing on her face. He gets soo lost in the feeling of that tongue. He jacks and rides her face until finally he blows his load into the towel then relaxes that big booty fullweight on her face and body again… Then he realizes she stopped moving so he grabs her out of his pants and lays her on her bed. She awakes graugily and only see blurred image of this sexy man. Chase: Good nite He sits on her face as joke for good measure this time and then walks out the room. Sara so tired she just falls right asleep The next day she woke up. It all felt like a dream. Did all that really happen to her. She thinks …that…maybe …she really like it.. She loved it actually. Soon she gets a text from Chase “Hey Thanks for coming by last time to help with my Anatomy. Hahah hope to see you soon” She thinks for a moment then text back “No problem next time come to my room..I can help some more” 24 notes Apr 12th, 2016