#also wearing bikini armor!

[prostocupoftea]

I have done what kinitopet fandom (probably) does not have but totally does (not) need... a CRIME AU! i am so sorry

Tw on poorly drawn guns, masks, scars, robbery police etc baisicly crime stuff

I have so much work why am i doing this... it is like 3 am...... aNYWAY---

More yapping and magnifyed parts under the cut

I was just literally sitting in the bus from uni and like "jeez can't imagine how those with full au-s abt tsp or kp, that must be so hard, i have one design and im already dying

And than i thought what au can i do for kinitopet

And here i am, 5 hours later with full ref-sheet and a little story idea in my head

Okay now to the au

It might be bad it might be okay-ish, well an okay-ish option is that they are like "Bad Guys"-ajesent group, you know, rob banks, skedadle with money, no killing, etc, all to make them redeamable, but, i mean.... they are horror charscters.... we all want our qute kinito but, u know...... he literally does not take "no" for an answer, just saying

So my idea is that maybe kinito does crime to get attentoin of that one detective, you know, "You" and does those "hello, you!" like he is talking to everyone while specifically naming You (((:

Aaand he is really in crime for that cat-n-mouse game, money are a bonus to do more crime with, he is just resl smart and wants to find soneone who is as intelligent as him and can catch him (or at least follow his clues)

Also they wear matching fake tatoos bc statistically most people are gonna notice a tatoo and they are gonna search you by it

And they have their secret normal lifes ofc bc why not

Sooooooo, i'll probably would never draw those guys again unless i guess y'all really like them, but in any case be free to take them and do whatev ya want, just tag/credit me (:

[puppycuntt]

What i discovered through kink tumblr (although it may have been a bit obvious) is that just like how some people have a leather or latex or nylon fetish, some people have a fur fetish! Idk i just thought it was fascinating to learn something new

[chanafehs]

isabela's veilguard outfit is literally insane like a bikini that's it??? what world are we living in that her design from da2, a game that came out 12 years ago, is somehow less racist and misogynistic than her 2024 design??????

Am I surprised by this design choice? No. Am I disappointed? Absolutely.

If I’m not mistaken, Isabela is the first woman of color we have as a companion - specifically the first Black woman as a companion - and she is arguably the most sexualized character within the entire series. Like even going back and playing da2 it feels like everyone makes a comment about her sex life or literally slut shames her (Aveline and Anders I’m looking right at you) - even one of the voice actors called her a whore on Twitter. They don’t even seem committed to having her be Black either instead just racially ambiguous which sucks.

(I want to make it clear I am speaking as a non Black person but if any Black Dragon Age fans would like to add their own thoughts to this post please do so!)

I really want to know the thought process the devs had about this design behind the scenes because throughout all the jokes about bikini armor and making the armor “practical”, we still got this?? How????

The only argument I can see taken place in defense of this is having some kind of under water themed mission (in her concept art for dav she’s underwater with some of our companions) but if that were the case: why is she wearing gold armor. It makes no sense. She would sink right to the bottom and don’t give me some excuse about using magic. Also, you don’t need a bikini to swim underwater.

I’m upset also because the creators keep trying to say that games can’t exist without some politics and having more options to be inclusive to marginalized identities is paramount (these are both good things) but they consistently fall short when it comes to Orientalism, Racism, and Anti-Blackness. It only sends the message that these games are geared for white audiences, not us. It’s 2024 how have we not retired the bellydancer adjacent armors.

[portraitofalinkonfyre]

Melted

Pairing: Fierce Deity x Reader

Warning(s): smut :))

Notes: Writing this in honor of the 105 degree heat I had to endure a week ago. Also Fierce might be a bit OOC but I want my sexy daddy rn

Masterlist

It was so damn hot.

Blistering heat swept across your skin, practically glowing from the thin layer of sweat, and you sat on the porch and considered your life choices. It was just your luck that your AC decided to die on you in the dead of summer, which is why you were outside in some booty shorts and a bikini top, hair up and popsicle practically down your throat.

"Jewel?" A voice rumbled from the depths of your home, and the Fierce Deity stepped onto the porch, the wood creaking under his impressive bulk. He stopped short as soon as he caught sight of you, eyes wide with some unidentifiable emotion that you were positive had to do something with your current state of (un)dress. Not that you were particularly impressed when you caught sight of his fashion choices.

"Okay, I know you're a god, but how can you wear that," you gestured incredulously to the full set of armor he was sporting. "Why can't you melt like the rest of us?"

The deity gave a short laugh, moving to sit beside you. "I was not aware you would prefer that, though perhaps I can offer an..." his tone deepened. "alternative."

You raised an eyebrow and delivered a sharp, slurp-y suck to your popsicle. There was no way in hell you were going to fuck in this heat, not when you were positive a warm breeze would send you into cardiac arrest. "Nice try, but I fancy my life."

For a second, you could have sworn his expression turned pouty, but it was quickly replaced with a small grin. It was rare to see him so... carefree (even if he was hinting to having sex on the hottest fucking day of the year), and you almost felt inclined to humor him. Almost.

"Of course, but I have taken the liberty of exploring your territory," back was the feral glint in his pupil-less eyes. "are you aware of the springs on the eastern border?"

Aside from the fact that he talked like everything was a military campaign, he did have a point. The only problem was that the neighboring children didn't consider your 'territory' as private as he did, and you had no doubt they were there now. "Thanks, but I don't feel like exposing myself to a bunch of children," you snarked, finishing off your popsicle with one last hearty slurp, blind to how the deity's eyes immediately snapped to watch the spectacle with rapt attention. "Now, we could fill my bathtub with ice cubes, but I doubt you'll fit."

"Inconceivable," was Fierce's deadpan response, and you wondered if letting him watch The Princess Bride was a bad idea.

"Exactly," you flicked the wooden stick into the trashcan and wobbled to your feet. "Welp, I'm going to get naked and hope my skin peels off so I can be cool."

It was almost funny how alarmed he looked at your statement. "You will do nothing of the sort, my vow—"

"It's a joke, it's a joke!" you interjected before he could go all guard dog on you. "The heat's not doing any favors to either of us right now."

A hand sealed itself over your wrist, preventing you from stumbling inside like you hoped. You raised your eyebrow at the deity currently holding you captive, waiting to see if he would explain himself or if it was time for you break out the mom(tm) voice again.

"You need not worry about the children, they would not dare disturb you in my presence."

Of course he had threatened the children. It was to be expected that, whether intentional or not, the Fierce Deity was an imposing figure, and you had no doubt that it had taken nary a cold glance to send those poor kids running for the hills. You pinched your temples with your free hand at the very thought of another encounter with the HOA on the basis of the seven foot deity stalking your land at night. "Oh my god, please tell me you didn't chase them out."

"I did not have to," intoned the deity, as if that made it any better. "They left as soon as the leader caught sight of me."

And by 'left', you just knew he meant 'ran screaming for the hills'. "Fierce..."

"That is my name."

You deadpanned. "No shit, Sherlock."

"That is... not my name."

You were done. Tugging halfhearted in his hold, you whined. "C'mon man, it's too hot for this—"

Without warning, the Fierce Deity rose to his feet, practically casting a shadow over your sweltering form, and hoisted you, butt first, over his shoulder in one quick motion. You gasped in outrage, fists banging on the back of his armor, which did no damage whatsoever. "H-Hey! Put me down!"

Was this really happening? You were half-convinced a fever dream had taken hold of your sanity, because while Fierce was, well, fierce, he definitely wasn't the type to throw you down somewhere and make love to you... or was he? You could count the number of 'encounters' you'd had with the deity on one hand, as you relationship hadn't developed in that way until recently, and he had always waited for you to initiate, though you weren't dense enough to miss the way he glanced back at you with an expression with absolute want. Clearly, this display was him coming out of his metaphorical shell, and you were so here for it. Not that you weren't going to give him a run for his money first.

"Fierce!" You kicked your feet, though they didn't go far with the protective arm slung over the backs of your thighs. "Fierce, are you listening?"

"No," responded the deity honestly. "You would have used the phrase if you truly wanted me to stop."

Fuck, he had you there. You had been the one to suggest a safe word in the early hours of your newfound 'relationship', and Fierce quickly agreed. Though the word 'vow' had entered the conversation, it was quickly shot down, with the deity explaining that his vow to you was a sacred, unbreakable thing, and he had no wish to sully it. You were fairly sure him fucking your brains out wouldn't do that, but relented quickly when you realized just how serious he was.

"That doesn't mean I can't be annoyed with you," you snarked, though it was more playful than anything. Your house had long since disappeared as you traveled further into the forest, though it was hard to tell just how far he had taken you.

"That is why I shall never cease to adore you."

"I, what—" You squawked in abject embarrassment despite the fact that you had seen each other naked multiple times. "Y-You can't just say stuff out of the blue like that!"

"Inconceivable," came the second movie reference of the day. "I would never utter an untruth to you."

The fuck? Sure, he liked call you his treasure when he was balls deep, and there was no shortage of affection from him when you found yourself alone together, but you'd hardly expected such a stoic man to... well, it was as if he was trying to fluster you!

And, by god, was it working. Heat rushed through every part of your body at the thought of him taking control for the first time in, well, forever. Initiating was your thing, but now...

With a face redder than a beet, you muttered. "You better carry me back, dick."

You yelped when something distinctly close to a hand came down on your left ass cheek, not hard enough to hurt, but it got your attention all the same. "I intend to," came the deity's smug promise as you grappled with the fact that he had just smacked your ass.

Before you could muster a response to the insanity that had just occurred, Fierce pushed past a gaggle of branches--making sure they didn't smack you in the process, which was honestly the sweetest--and marched into the clearing where the hot springs resided. You waited patiently for him to set you down, regarding the bubbling spring with thoughtful consideration. The water was cool, that much you were sure of, and the area was blissfully empty of squawking children.

"...You may be on to something here."

A chuckle rumbled from Fierce's mouth, and he began to remove his armor. You froze as his breastplate and tunic came off, revealing miles of battle-scarred skin, glistening temptingly in the blazing sun, then scrambled to remove your shorts the second he undid his belt, because damn if you weren't going to get a piece of that. "You're such a bad influence," you teased, tossing your shorts to the way side as his leggings flew to the ground below. While you had the foresight to put on a pair of swim bottoms, the deity had done no such thing, standing naked before you without a care in the world. You were glad to see him so confident, even though it was wholeheartedly unexpected. "Scaring kids so we can play hooky."

But Fierce wasn't fazed, marching forward to scoop you up once again. You laughed in surprise, arms falling around his neck, legs wrapped around his very naked waist, as an arm came under your ass to support you. "I live to serve," rumbled the deity softly, and you pecked his lips with a cheeky grin.

"I know."

You giggled when he entered the spring, tall enough that no water reached you for a few steps. You wiggled out of his grasp as soon as the water touched your bum, paddling away happily in the blissfully chilly spring. The deity made no move to grab you, standing waist-deep with his arms crossed over his delicious chest. You began to tread, swiveling your body to face his. "Isn't it nice?"

Fierce offered you the ghost of a smile, though the softness in his eyes said what he didn't. "It is."

Still treading, you continued: "You know how to swim?"

He nodded, expression flashing to something more grave. "How am I to protect you without?"

That was the question, wasn't it? Chuckling, you paddled back over, leaving a trail of bubbles in your wake, hands outstretched like a child. The Fierce Deity caught you under the arms, pulling you close. His skin was cool, and you snuggled closer, practically purring... until something very familiar poked your prone thigh.

You bit your lip, feeling a rush of heat in your abdomen that had absolutely nothing to do with the weather. Glancing up at him through your lashes, you quipped: "Is that a sword or are you just happy to see me?"

Fierce's large hands slid down to cup your rear, covered only by the thin fabric of your swim bottoms. His expression seemed to darken when you arched slightly into his touch

"Fierce..." you breathed, running your hands over his broad shoulders as his hardness slid against your core, and it was then that the deity chose to capture your lips in a searing kiss, pulling you impossibly close. You moaned into his mouth, water rushing past your bare sides as he backed you against a conveniently-placed rock at the edge of the spring. He pressed you to them, deepening the kiss as you pawed at his shoulders.

"--Wait," you all but gasped when he broke the kiss. The Fierce Deity froze, hands stilling. His gaze never left your face, studying your panicked expression as he waited for you to speak. "--What if someone sees?"

A hand came up to stroke your cheek, tender enough that you scarcely believed it had happened in the first place. "No one shall disturb us," your deity soothed, but you knew that if you truly wished it, he would stop without so much as a complain. It was simply how he was.

You chewed the inside of your cheek, averting your eyes for a split second. It wasn't that you didn't believe him, but there was something so taboo about enjoying each other in such a public space. Gaze flitting back to him, you whispered: "...Promise?"

"I vow it," was his response, so sincere that you could have cried. Heart swelling, you gave a shy nod and pulled him in for another blistering kiss. The Fierce Deity's reaction was slow, but purposeful, as his hands stroked up and down your sides, eventually sliding upwards to hold your cheeks. Your legs tightened around his waist, bringing you impossibly closer to his rock hard dick. You broke the kiss, offering him a small, cheeky grin that coincided perfectly with the slow roll of your hips. The tips of the deity's ears pinked and you didn't miss the way his jaw clenched. "I guess you are excited to see me."

Instead of responding, he dove for your neck, teeth grazing your pulse point gently. You whimpered, chin tilting up for better access. His hands roamed back down to your sides, noticeably cautious, and you realized why when they cupped your breasts, thumbs stroking your pebbled nipples through your bikini top.

"Fierce!" You quivered as his tongue lathed over your neck, peppering the trembling skin with featherlight kisses. It didn't matter that you had done this before--it was amazing every time. He tweaked a nipple carefully and you broke. "Ah!"

Your hands grabbed hold of his stark white hair, tugging softly as you struggled to contain yourself. Your back arched when one of his hands slid across your spine to untie your top, tossing it aside as soon as the fabric slackened enough to be pulled off, baring your breasts to the open air. You shivered, half from the chill and half from the intensity of his stare, as though he would never get tired of you.

Almost reverently, the Fierce Deity dipped his head, taking a nipple in his hot mouth. You threw your head back when he rolled the other one between two thick fingers, plucking the tender bud hard enough to make you squeal. His gaze snapped to your face, drinking in every single one of your reactions with such a starstruck glint in his eyes that you could hardly stand to hold his burning look.

"Please," you whimpered, unsure of what you were actually asking for. Maybe it was his body, pressed closer than you could ever imagine, or maybe it was his soul, practically cradled in the palm of your hand. You felt as though would die for those eyes, gazing up at you with more emotion than you knew what to do with. "Fierce..."

Maybe it was the way you said his name, or the way you looked above him, face flushed a deep cherry as you panted for breath, but the Fierce Deity released your nipple to press a sweet kiss to the top of your left breast, directly over your beating heart. A soft gasp left you when his hands cupped your ass and he lifted you onto the rock, laying you down like you were the deity in this relationship.

You craned your neck to watch him settle between your legs, face to face with your undoubtedly soaked swim bottoms. Calloused hands stroked your hips, but Fierce didn't go further, staring at you with a questioning gaze. The tips of his fingers grazed the waistband, and his voice practically rumbled through you.

"May I?"

It warmed your heart that, even now, he was still this soft, this gentle with you, always asking before going further. Every one of his touches was a question that you were all too eager to answer, practically trembling with anticipation. "Go ahead," you whispered, shooting him a dazzling smile. Your swim bottoms were abruptly removed, but you didn't find it in yourself to care when his mouth immediately sealed over your throbbing pussy, delivering a strong suck that had you clapping a hand over your mouth to muffle your noises. A sort of growl reverberated through you and the Fierce Deity was immediately above you, gently removing your hand and pinning it to the stone with his own. The head of his dick pulsed against your entrance, but you weren't able to appreciate it when your chin was abruptly grabbed.

"No," rumbled the deity in a tone that reminded you of the distant crack of thunder, so close that you could feel his breath against your face. "I want to hear you."

You could have cum at that very moment.

Holy. Shit.

You could only manage a wobbly nod, jaw nearly at the floor, and he scooted back down, giving you a pointed look before lacing your fingers with his, holding your hands at your stomach as he reacquainted himself with your swollen clit, suckling the throbbing bud with enough force to make you moan louder that you had in your life. After a few seconds, he pulled back, tongue flicked against the small nub before he dover down to absolutely devour your dripping cunt. Your hips attempted to buck at the overwhelming pleasure, but they didn't go far with your arms in the way. You yelped as that godly tongue licked a stripe from base to clit, then diving down do slurp at the slick of your entrance. If there was any hope of you holding your moans back before, there certainly wasn't now, even as you twisted and shivered. Even so, there was no reprieve from that glorious mouth of his as he chased your every which way, rumbling lowly against your lips when you moved a bit too harshly.

"Fuck, Fierce–" you wailed as the coil in your belly tightened more and more, drawing you closer to the precipice of orgasm than you thought possible. it was all too obvious that he definitely wasn't human, and you were living for it. "Oh god, I'm going to–"

You finished the sentence with a shrill cry when he released one of your hands to push two thick fingers into your pussy, crooking at just the right angle that–paired with the sharp, all-consuming suck he delivered to your clit–made you quite literally see stars as your orgasm crashed into you like a speeding train. Your body shook, back arching with wild abandon, as you screamed your release to the bright, blue sky, too far gone to care whether anyone saw you or not.

Fierce released you when the tremors stopped, removing his fingers from your overstimulated cunt, though it wasn't for long, as he had you in his arms before your knees could drop from their folded position, cradling you to his naked chest as he made his way to shore, carefully sitting against a stone beside the bank with you in his lap, head buried in the center of his chest.

"Are you alright?" came his concerned rumble, and you couldn't help but chuckle, lifting your head to deliver a swift kiss to his chin.

"Have I ever told you how lucky I am to have you?" you asked softly, pushing some hair from your sweaty forehead.

"Many times," answered the deity with a small smile, leaning down to capture your lips in a sweet kiss. He tasted sweet, a bit musky, and you couldn't imagine anything better... until you registered the pulsing penis–large and thick, wreathed in trimmed white hair that most definitely matched the drapes–settled against your aching cunt. It was sweet that he was giving you time to recover, but you wanted that in you now.

"Fierce," you moaned, rocking your hips slowly into his dick. A soft groan was your answer, and his hands were at your hips, guiding you up. Panting, you took him in hand, bringing the tip to rest snuggly between your drooling folds, angling yourself to that the appendage brushed heavily against the base of your clit, eliciting a shiver and moan.

Something dark glinted in the deity's stark eyes for a split second, but you didn't dwell on it when he began to push you down on his cock; slowly, as to not harm you, but there was definitely an insistent edge to his guidance that you couldn't help but notice. That, combined with the subtle clenching of his jaw, was all you needed to know on the subject. Gathering your strength, you sealed your hands on his shoulders and slid all the way down in one fell swoop, drawing a surprised gasp of your name from Fierce himself. You knew he wasn't much of a talker during sex, which was why moments like this were so damn delicious.

Gathering your strength, you began to bounce with reckless abandon, drawing more grunts from your lover as he grappled with the newfound pleasure. He always did what was good for you, which made returning the favor all the more overdue.

"Does that– huff, feel good?" You asked between bounces, making sure your grin was as cheeky as could be, reaching up to grasp handfuls of his hair. You tugged gently, forcing him to bend down for a sweet, sweet kiss. His hands tightened on your hips, but no move was made to restrain you, so you continued like your life depended on it, moaning softly as the head of his dick caressed that spongey spot within you with every swooping thrust. "You're always– haa, fuck, doing things for me, s-so I'm going to return the–...ohhh god, favor."

Time seemed to meld together when he kissed you, tongues swirling together in a dance only known to the two of you. The Fierce Deity wasn't a man of many words, but you felt his devotion in the way he pulled you close, his desire as his hand snaked down to play with your swollen bud of a clit, and his love in the way he looked at you with absolute, unadulterated adoration.

There was no doubt in your mind that you were in love with Fierce , which is why you reached beneath you to fondle his balls, large and heavy, in a featherlight caress, drawing another half-moan from the depths of his throat. You joined the chorus when the coil in your abdomen began to tighten once again under his careful ministrations. Your hips and thighs burned as you struggled to keep pace, huffing and puffing as determination flashed in your eyes. he did so much for you, so how could you not return–

As if on cue, Fierce's hands returned to the sides of your hips, gripping your love handles with a conviction. His legs, once straight, curved as he planted his feet on the ground and delivered a harsh thrust into you that had you screaming like a maniac. Over and over, he pounded into your poor pussy, rocking your very soul as you fought for stability, arching your chest into his own, which he told advantage of in the form of his mouth closing in on a bobbing nipple, sucking deftly as he practically hollowed you from the inside out. A myriad of whimpers left your throat, raw from all the yelling, but there was nothing you could do but scratch your nails down his biceps, crying your pleasure to the sky above.

It was then that your climax hit you with the force of a tsunami. You threw your head back with a half-sob when he slammed your hips to his own, holding you in place as you thrashed and babbled in overwhelming pleasure, eventually wandering up to control your upper body so he could press gentle kisses and bites onto your tender flesh. One thrust later and scalding cum filled your overstimulated, drooling pussy, but you were far too gone to react with anything other than a soft moan.

Exhausted, you allowed yourself to fall back into his chest, heaving with exertion. The Fierce Deity held you close, and you simply existed there for a few precious moments, drinking in each other's presence. It was only when his hands stroked over your spine, eliciting several shivers, did you find your voice again.

"W-Wait, I need a–" you tried to sit up–mildly panicked at the thought of him wanting to go again–but a gentle hand kept you down. "–I need a break."

"I know," came your lover's comforting rumble. He sounded weary, but you knew it wouldn't last; he was a god, after all. "How do you feel?"

"Fucked," you snarked tiredly, earning yourself a tender swat to the ass that felt more like a caress than anything. "I'm joking– I'm tired."

"I can tell," sneered the deity, hands coming under your armpits. You did your best impression of a rag doll as he lifted you off his massive dick, standing up and cuddling your prone form to his chest. You loosely wrapped an arm around his thick neck, black spots dancing in your vision when he bent to retrieve his clothes and yours. "Sleep, my dove."

And who were you to refuse? With a sleepy rumble, you pecked his shoulder once more and allowed sleep to take you.

The next morning, there was a note on your front door.

You had awoken in your bedroom, satisfyingly sore, to one of Wild's patented omelets on your nightstand. You grabbed the accompanying fork and ate the still warm creation before traipsing down the stares to greet the boys, though not before exchanging the large tunic placed over you for some regular clothes, because while you loved wearing Fierce's clothes, you had some sense when it came to the other men in the house knowing of your... escapades with the deity, who was nowhere to be found. Time informed you that he was 'out', which was code for 'likely doing something illegal because no one wanted to fight him', but it was far too early to deal with whatever bullshit that scenario would bring.

You saw the note–which was really just a sad piece of notebook paper taped to the center of your door–after getting the mail. Puzzled, you retrieved it, tucked the mail under your arm, and nearly dropped everything when you read the blasted thing.

It was a note from your neighbor, Cindy, a middle-aged woman with either two or three kids–you had fallen out with her after she caught the Fierce Deity stalking over her property line in the dead of night–informing you that your guard dog had struck once again and she was calling the police if she saw his 'satanic cosplayer ass' again.

After taking a moment to gather your bearings–and once again contemplate the insanity your life had become, you crumpled the note, opened your mouth, and bellowed: "FIERCE DEITY!"

That's a wrap! I hope y'all enjoyed the product of my conversation with @h4wari. I'll do edits tomorrow so feast on this unedited sin.

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[sabrerine911]

"Big Berserker lady, bad puns and a lot of Blast." WIP (MHW)

featuring my buff "Half-Giant" lady Beth Ravencoft and some random hunter fellow.

So after successfully creating Beth using the male bodytype in Monster Hunter Wilds, I got inspired to try to do the same with her in MHWorld since ive been having to rely on the extremely underwhelming female Buff Gamma body chest armor to give her a bulky look.

After switching to the other one, I managed to both pretty much have a slightly bulkier look and ALSO she doesnt wear friggin bikini, AND The DemonLord headpiece gives her lore accurate glowing eyes and fangs! (also I can finally use the awesome Zinogre Wolf Head for an Ulfhednar look, instead of the lame anthro wolf ears the fem head had)

Im honestly mad I didnt consider doing this years ago XD

Anyway felt like sketching her slight armor redesign, really happy that it looks closer to her canon vampire hunter gear ^^

[sarafangirlart]

A while back I sent one of my favorite Athena designs i've seen so now i wanna show my least favorite. Athena's comic book from Dynamite Comics. Also no there is nothing covering her ass but a thong.

Bruh not even Aphrodite would wear this 💀

It reminds me of something TB Skyen said, that bikini armor is a lazy way to show a character is sexy and if they really wanted to go crazy they should make the character naked instead, Hades game Aphrodite is naked even in warrior form yet she still looks cooler and more tasteful than this.

[vecnawrites]

For the month of May but also for May the 4th.

May Zedong and Jaune have been binge watching Star Wars movies and shows since May the 4th is coming up. May couldn’t help but noticed when Jaune tried to stealthy hide his boner when Leia appeared in her slave outfit. So on the 4th May decided to surprise Jaune by cosplaying in the costume. While Leia appears to dislike being forced to wear such a revealing outfit, May doesn’t mind. Because of Jabba the Hutt she has Jaune the Hunk, and he’s a very considerate and passionate lover.

May Zedong hummed softly along with the music to the movie that her and her boyfriend were watching, the pair of gangly, awkward teens doing what they did best when alone and out of class: being nerds, eating junk food, and watching their favorite movies and playing games.

Currently, they were binge watching all the Star Wars movies, though in proper order, having gone through A New Hope and The Empire Strikes Back, and had just started Return of the Jedi, and were currently watching as Leia was held prisoner by Jabba the Hutt, and was clad in chains and a tiny crimson and gold bikini.

May was often embarrassed when she saw the scene, if only for Leia’s actress, since that had to have beenembarrassing to wear on set, but she knew that it brought in views, and well...Jabba was a gang lord, so why wouldn’t he have his female slaves in skimpy clothes?

Glancing at her boyfriend, she tilted her head as she saw him fidgeting, and wondered why, her eyes flickering down and a blush formed on her face.

Jaune’s shorts had a massive tent in them.

She perfectly understood why, of course, a woman in a skimpy outfit would always manage to do it if the guy was heterosexual, and Jaune certainly was.

She glanced back at the screen quickly so as not to embarrass her boyfriend, and while she normally would feel inadequate, she knew her boyfriend. She knew that he loved her, loved her body, hardly ever letting his hands stray from her when they were alone…

...but, he liked the bikini.

Doing her best to focus on the movie, she let her mind wander, a naughty, dirty thought forming in the back of her mind…

~

That night, after Jaune went home, she typed on her computer and looked up costumes...blushing brightly as she saw how...skimpy...the costumes that the sites carried. Despite her embarrassment, she powered through and attempted to look for one that fit her proportions…

...without much luck. Why was it so hard to find costumes for someone busty?!

Nibbling on her lip, she put the one closest to her size in the cart and ordered it. It wasn’t like she was ordering this for a costume party or anything, just for her boyfriend.

Now, she just had to wait…

~

Jaune hummed to himself as he made his way back towards his girlfriend’s home, carrying a bag of their favorite snacks with him. It was finally May the Fourth, so they had planned a lot more Star Wars watching tonight.

As he entered her home, he called out for her, his smile getting wider as he heard her voice upstairs, telling him to come up and that her door was open. Bounding upstairs, he saw that her door was cracked open. Reaching out, he opened it and stepped in, speaking out, “Hey, May! I managed to find those pretzels...you...like…” Jaune trailed off as he took in the sight of what was before him.

His oldest friend, his girlfriend, was waiting for him...though the way she was dressed took his breath away.

May was in her room, sitting on her heels, her legs spread lewdly, her arms behind her head and thrusting her chest out, wearing a slave bikini from Star Wars. It clung to her chest and hips, looking about ready to pop off of his girlfriend’s incredible curves.

He swallowed hard, his slacks bulging as May smiled up at him, even as embarrassed as she looked. “May the Fourth Be With You, Jaune~” she said teasingly, gently shaking in place, making her breasts, which she tried her best to hide underneath her armor of her hoodie, sway side to side, jiggling gently from the motion.

...however, the top obviously wasn’t made for someone of her bust size, and the string behind her neck came loose, the top falling to the floor, making May freeze, her cheeks going a darker red than her hair as the snack bag slipped free from Jaune’s fingers, falling to the floor as he took in the sight of his now topless girlfriend, who was suitably mortified, sitting on her heels, arms behind her head, chest thrust out, her fat, always swollen nipples bulging outwards-

“Eeep!” May clapped her hands over her breasts, trying to find some measure of modesty, hating the fact that she was right about how there was hardly any clothing that worked for her body-

May swallowed as Jaune was suddenly above her, staring down at her nearly naked form hungrily, his pants bulging heavily-

~

May mewled as Jaune loomed over her, thrusting against her as she raised her legs, her toes curling as he thrust into her, making her cum over and over again as he claimed her on her bed, the mattress and frame squeaking and groaning from how intense the sensations were inside her.

She was no stranger to fingers down there, or even Jaune’s tongue (they’d certainly played around as much as they could), but this was the first time that she had been stretched out so wonderfully!

She mewled, arching upwards and smooshing her breasts against her boyfriend’s firmer chest as he worked harder and harder against her.

She could tell he was close, he was getting shaky and his face was tensing up, and that was okay, she was running out of steam, unable to keep up with her boyfriend’s incredible stamina. But there was one thing for sure that she knew that she was going to have to tell him to pull out.

“P-Pull out~!” she gasped, knowing that he was going to cum soon, and there was no way that she wouldn’t get pregnant if he came in her.

Her boyfriend was one of eight children for a reason, after all!

Jaune’s hips moved even faster, making her worry that he didn’t hear her, but as her boyfriend groaned, he jerked his hips out, her belly being splashed with heated streams of cum, splattering all over her stomach and even over her breasts as he rose up, allowing her to see his cock throbbing and twitching, spurting immense amounts of cum all over her, marking her.

As Jaune’s cock slowly stopped spraying cum, laying twitching on her soft belly, May smiled up at him, her tone playful as she spoke. “Now that Jaune the Hunk has claimed his love slave, how about a nice shower? Maybe your slave will use her breasts to clean him~?” she teased as she sat up, wonderfully sore in all the right places.

The twitching shaft against her belly was all the answer she needed.

[torntruth]

a kiss given between ocean waves. - for diana

kiss me , always accepting , @ofspvrta .

diana of themyscira actually wouldn't be opposed to calling this a vacation. it's definitely some kind of getaway. it actually took a lot of healing and reconcilation between a few parties to even get to this point. especially after she directly disobeyed nubia -- which , of course , was really only nubia's wish to protect the amazons and diana. an amazon did die and diana certainly felt like she was dying at one point.

but ... they made it. fixed broken things again. now there's a small house that has a build reminisce of ancient greece. the interior is just far more modern. which also includes technology so that the justice league can get a hold of her , but the outside is very structurally stone and of ancient design.

diana's laugh blends with the crashing of waves. her hand reaches up to push wet hair from her eyes. there isn't a single piece of armor on her. themyscira has kept it's undying peace and prosperity enough that she can leave the lasso and the gauntlets tucked away in a cabinet inside the house and not fear that someone will get curious and seek them out to wear. she's honestly just wearing a bikini with a sarong that's getting adamantly as wet as she currently is. there's flecks of sands along her legs and she's getting back to her feet , hand held out ready to block one of kassandra's newest playful attacks.

particularly of which she is putting zero effort into doing so. especially since what comes next is kassandra just pushing her hand aside and pulling diana into a wondrous kiss.

one that she pleasantly sighed into.

[jadevine]

Minor Gambit updates and frustration

I started calling myself a Gambit Variant, because multiverses are fun.

Good news: My J Crew coat has shipped! Should be here in about a week, that expensive bastard.

There's also a little mini-convention in March, right in my town on a haunted former navy ship! I bought a ticket for the cosplay day and added the overnight ghost tour!

Bad news: I realized that Channing Tatum actually wears SHOOTING GLOVES for Gambit!!! Shooting gloves are not properly "fingerless" gloves, but a funky little hybrid of regular and fingerless gloves.

Technically, you CAN wear the whole range of "completely fingerless gloves" to "regular gloves" depending on what you're comfortable with, but it's just annoying that I got this detail wrong.

Meanwhile, I'm both trying and failing to find a purple vest/shirt that seems durable like Channing Tatum's armor, but the leather vests I've found are too tiny, too expensive, and too v-necked. I know you're supposed to wear a shirt/underlayer under a vest, but MEN'S vests have a much shallower neck! They don't have your whole heart exposed, like some dumbass who's trying to find a catwalk in the middle of a battlefield.

Plus if I wear a v-neck vest under a v-neck trenchcoat, people will barely see it. Purple is basically Gambit's color, and I am not spending 200USD on a vest that's going to be covered up... Unless I take GAMBIT'S COAT off, that is.

I may buy some denim or twill and make my own vest/tunic that looks like a sleeveless gambeson, so I don't look like I'm in a chainmail bikini.

[limerental]

ficletvember 2024 - day 9

ciri & ves & roche beach holiday shenanigans (theoretically takes place within the timeline of my ciri/everyone fic but is standalone)

After the Battle of Kaer Morhen, Ciri whisks the Temerians off for a much-deserved beach holiday.

The first world Ciri whisked them off to was meant to ease her sheltered companions into the realities of time-space travel. The trouble was that almost anywhere was out of the scope of comprehension for two low-born humans who'd rarely left their backwater kingdom on a Continent yet to fight its way out of the dark ages.

She soon realized she'd underestimated what they would need warning for.

A beach vacation would fix them, Ciri thought. Warm sand and the rhythmic crash of the waves. Overly sweet alcoholic drinks bought from boardwalk bars and indulgent foods like potato wedges drowning in melted cheese or corn dogs or ice cream.

“All these women are utterly naked,” said Ves, her face burning red. It was a delightfully amusing reaction from a girl with a neckline that plunged as low as hers. 

Beside her, Roche was steadfastly squinting into the distance rather than look at the sun-bathing tourists around them. Or perhaps he needed sunglasses. The quality of the light in his precious Temeria tended towards dreary and dull.

“Only nearly naked,” said Ciri, taking on her best instructive voice, as though she were their well-informed time-space tour guide. “This is what's called tanning. No, no, not like the leather, though in time, it can certainly give one's skin a leathery appearance. Well and any of these women may someday be afflicted by a terrible disease caused this very afternoon. You see, this planet's sun has evil magic beams that–”

“On this world do they not grow hair ‘tween their legs? Or anywhere?” Ves asked loudly. “That fabric covers fuck all.”

Roche dropped his face into his hands, and laughing, Ciri swiftly whisked them off to dress more appropriately for the locale.

Ves took easily to scantily clad beachwear, choosing to wear board shorts and a pale blue string bikini top. Ciri liked her cheeky smile as she examined herself in the dressing room mirror. She liked Ves and owed her something for risking her life to save her from the Wild Hunt. Ciri liked the thought of providing her a small moment of contentment, something easy and pleasant. 

Unfortunately, she also owed Vernon Roche. Ciri had brought him along on their adventure only because Ves had vouched for him and because she was curious whether it was possible for him to lose his pinched frown.

So far, no luck. He seemed more than a little shell-shocked by the size and scale of the superstore they'd entered, but the deeply-furrowed frown remained. When Ciri and Ves finished in the dressing room, they found him wandering in an aisle full of wall to wall packaged bread. Perplexed shoppers eyed the strangely-dressed man in his silly hat and heavy wool armor as he mumbled to himself in a foreign language and stroked the crinkling, colorful plastic of pre-sliced loaves.

Perhaps Ciri should have introduced mass market capitalism a bit more slowly. She could have popped into a nice seaside boutique rather than the local Wal-Mart.

She and Ves corralled the dazed man back to the dressing rooms, where they plied him with a mound of clothing and shoved him into a stall.

He emerged sometime later wearing far too many layers and hideous clogs. Ves laughed until she wheezed, and Ciri snatched his rumpled chaperon from his head and replaced it with a wide-brimmed beach hat and dark sunglasses. 

“Don’t worry, you'll get all your kit back when I've dumped you back home again,” said Ciri, stuffing their clothing and gear into a small bag strapped at her waist. “It’s bigger on the inside, of course.”

Ciri imagined that the poor loss protection security guards watching the shop's cameras got quite a shock when three shoplifters in swimsuits disappeared in a flicker of light. She flipped off one of the cameras for good measure.

Most of the Continent’s beaches that she’d been to were a stinking slog of muck on the borders of swampy dunes, no comparison to the glittering sand and pale blue water that stretched out before them. The foaming surf felt as warm as a bath as it wet their ankles, and it was all perfectly quaint and fairly boring.

“You mentioned drinks?” Ves asked, and Ciri found them the gaudiest beachside bar around, Jimmy Buffet blaring over the sound system, and plopped them down on sun-warmed loungers with lurid colored drinks sipped from curly straws.

Within the hour, Ves had won several arm-wrestling matches with burly, tattooed locals, and Ciri looked on fondly at the girl surrounded by a crowd of admirers, her mouth stained with blue dye, her cheeks and shoulders flushed hot red from the afternoon sun and the drink.

Even Roche looked a little at ease. Or perhaps was just queasy with the sugary alcohol. He'd taken a liking to frozen margaritas, cradling a brimming glass of slush as he watched tropical fish cruise along in the barside aquarium as if they were the most confounding things he'd ever seen.

One of the men Ves soundly defeated turned out to run a tattoo shop down the boardwalk, and she lit up at the offer of ill-advised free ink.

The sunset burned over the water, and the tequila warmed their blood. 

They coaxed a swaying Roche into the chair first, adding a little fish swimming amidst the wobbly lines of the mismatched tattooed mess of his left arm. Ciri and Ves opted for the same, fins rippling as they flexed their biceps, cackling.

“My first,” said Ves, pointing to a bulbous penis and balls on her upper shoulder. “Worst is, I was dead sober. I think was either Silas or Thirteen who did it. You remember Roche?”

“Nah,” said Roche, a distance in his voice. “Been too damn long.”

Ciri thought of the rose at her inner thigh, and wanted– well, she wanted more to drink. Or at the very least to run and keep running.

The three of them sat together on the edge of the pier, legs dangling, arms folded on the weathered railing. The last glow of evening faded out over the ocean. 

The night was warm, the ocean waves swelled across the sand below, and it was all insufferably idyllic.

“How about somewhere less dull next,” said Ciri. 

“This isn't dull,” Ves protested. “It’s just… well.”

“It's dull,” said Roche. He stared out at the vanishing horizon line with an inscrutable expression.

Deeming herself sufficiently sober, Ciri dragged them to a world more vibrant and loud, engines roaring along a neon megahighway. She knew a mechanic in this one who could help her indulge in the sort of adrenaline she needed.

“What on earth is that?” Ves asked, and Ciri leaned over the handlebars and revved the thing, grinning. She held out a helmet, lowering the dark face shield on her own.

“Hop on! You'll love it. It's better than the fastest horse you've ever ridden. And this planet doesn't have traffic rules. So we could certainly die in a fiery crash at any moment if we’re not careful.”

“Neat,” said Ves and slung herself behind Ciri, holding on tight.

“I hate horses,” grumbled Roche. “Am I meant to fit on the back of that as well?”

“Of course not,” she said. Ciri was suddenly having a very very good time. She had a handsome girl holding her tight, anywhere in the world to run to, and she was finding that she found pestering a long-suffering Roche deeply gratifying. He deserved it a little. The vacation and the pestering. 

She gestured beside the bike, waggling her fingers.

“Sidecar.”

[moociaoafterdark]

I KNOW that I mostly talk about Warhammer here, but I just NEED to vent about HSR right now, or else I'll explode, because, unfortunately, I'm still somewhat interested in the game

Okay... Amphoreus...

... HSR design team... What in the actual fuck?

Because, what is this?! It's clear that Amphoreus is supposed to be based on Ancient Greece (perhaps with a mix of Ancient Rome because of course). The name of the planet, the names of some characters, the actual teaser trailer. That's all and good...

... So why the fuck the character designs don't reflect that?

All I see are generic fantasy outfits (not even sci-fi, FANTASY! Those designs would be more at home in Genshin, not HSR). The guys are wearing generic suits and pieces of cloth, the girls are wearing generic bikini and dresses.

Where are the gorgeous robes? Where are the tunics? Armor? Ancient Greece is covered A LOT, it has so many interesting takes on it, surely they could've gotten inspiration from some pieces of media?

And I know, I know. HSR is a gooner bait game, I'm here for cute boys and girls here too, so, obviously, if we do a ""historically accurate"" designs, they wouldn't appeal to the core demographic of the game.

Except this argument falls apart considering that there ARE gacha games that did Ancient Greece/Ancient Rome theme, made it fanservicable and MADE IT WORK

First example is IDV, a game I have played way before HSR even came out. The theme for the release skin of the character Luchino/Professor was a Greek bathhouse (that slowly mutates you into either a fish or a reptile because cursed fossils):

Again, we are not talking about the historical accuracy, merely if the theme is obvious here or not. And, in IDV's case, it clearly is, even if you isolate the characters from the background!Luchino (middle front) is the obvious example. A piece of white cloth with gold embroidery wrapped around his hips with a cloak drapped over his shoulders, supposedly making it seem like Luchino is wearing a very slutty himation, without him actually wearing it (which is understandable, it would be such a pain in the ass to actually make a new set of animations for Luchino, had he been wearing a himation). Along with his clothes, there is also his golden laurel on his head as well as golden bands.

The other two designs: Philippe and Christina (left) and Margaretha (right) are less obvious, but they still try to follow the theme, with Margaretha wearing a light pink bathrobe and Christina also wearing laurel.

It's not perfect, but at the very least, you CAN tell that the theme was Greek bathhouse from a glance.

The second example, is a game I admit I wasn't even interested in, named Reverse:1999. Despite my disinterest, I have to note that the game's design team are cooking 24/7, the designs are immaculate!

They did a way better job than even IDV. Instead of saying anything, it's best for me to just show you the characters:

MILES better than whatever the hell HSR tried to give us. Again, not the accurate representation of Ancient Greece and what people actually wore there, but, just like with IDV you CAN TELL THE BLOODY THEME FROM FIRST GLANCE.

Now, that's just the gacha games where the characters gotta look either hot or cute in order for them to sell well. For that the designers, while trying to follow the theme, did deviate, trying to give their own spin to the costumes and accessories.

*Sigh* If only there was game, based entirely on Ancient Greece or Greek Mythology, that followed the theme perfectly, while also having extremely attractive characters...

If only... Okay, I can't keep up the act anymore. If you know anything about Hades 1 and 2, you don't need any other words to get my point. If you don't know anything about these games, just look up the pictures of the characters from them. The design team UNDERSTOOD the assignment.

Conclusion...? Uhh... I guess what I'm trying to say is that Hoyo are getting very lazy. Like EXTREMELY lazy, even by their own standards. After Fontaine the character designs have been VERY bland. There's, of course, Natlan and everything that came with it. I expected the HSR team to not repeat Genshin team's mistakes, but, I was wrong for thinking that. It seems this is more of a company wide phenomenon, instead of something happening only with one of their projects. And... It sucks. I have favorite characters in HSR (or the ones I'm really interested in) and one of them is literally based on a Greek God (Zephyrus). I guess I have to count my lucky days and cling to the fan concept I made of that character, before the devs inevitably crush all my hopes. Maybe I'll recycle said fan concept into an actual OC as a way to cope... Oh well. It's hard to let go, but, I'll manage. It's one thing loosing an interest in something all on your own, actually being extremely disappointed is on another level.

Have a good day everyone :')

[gae-bolg-alternative-dot-exe]

Hi random ask out of the blue. I'm running a ttrpg campaign that has every party member but the rogue deciding to wear battle lingerie. All the players are incredibly serious about their roles and I don't think I've ever had to dm over such strong characters (players are still very funny and friendly). Maybe it's because I haven't explored many stories involving girls in bikini armor/robes but I can't help not taking them seriously ;n;. I ask you because you seem very chill and casual about liking skin revealing characters but how would you overcome this perception of mine? I want to get into character just like they are 😤

I don't know the context of your story or your way of doing world building within your campaign but I almost feel like you already have the solution to your own question. You said the players all have very strong characters and are all very serious in their roleplaying. Idk if your familiar with fromsoft soulsborne games but there are times when other players decide to invade your game and one of the biggest indications at least for me to when I know I'm absolutely fucked is when the player invading me is naked or has an usual armor piece. There is nothing more intimidating than knowing this player doesn't need armor to kill me because I'm going to get skilled checked. Your half naked players may be silly from your prospective as dm but to the fictional creatures they are fighting, I imagine that squad must be terrifying once the heads start rolling.

It's fine to think battle lingerie is silly and idk you have it effect stats at all or is just for aesthetics. Your players or their characters could simply be perverts for all I know but maybe there is a social understanding in your world that if one don's the battle lingerie, it signifies the utmost confidence in strength and skill. You don't want to mess with that person. There is a really popular artwork on here with a naked warrior woman with just a knife saying "come at me bro" to a guy in fullplate.

You can also just have fun with it because as long as your players are having fun and they're invested with your storytelling. What they decide to wear shouldn't matter.

My real advice would be to convince your rogue to join the team aesthetic cohesion. It's always the rogue smh.

[canonmisogynyvictimstournament]

PROPAGANDA

CHLOE BOURGEOIS (MIRACULOUS LADYBUG) (CW: Child Abuse)

1.) Girl was done so dirty… She was starting to develop and could’ve had a redemption arc and then they made her even more one-dimensional than she was at the start, dumbed her down, and the creator on twitter claimed she was never abused and that she never cared about her childhood friend, only his status. And in a scene that thankfully got cut by editors, her father was going to disown her, adopt her sister instead (who is like a “nicer” replacement for her) and pass Chloe onto her abusive mother.

And then a male character gets introduced who is also at first an antagonist with a backstory that gets revealed later, also a childhood friend of the same character, but it’s acknowledged that he got abused by his parent and he gets a redemption arc and a romantic subplot and a spot on the hero team (which Chloe was excluded from because she was irresponsible with her power and revealed her identity publicly… Except he also did that)

This show is about girl power btw.

2.) Chloe was done so fucking dirty. So basically, the creator of the show (Thomas Astruc) created the character in the first place as a stand-in for his childhood bully (red flag no.1) Because of this, any development that she as a character got from the other writers (and it was a lot) got retconned, just because he hated her. Other, objectively much more evil, (male) characters (the main villain!) were portrayed as more sympathetic than her, because god forbid a hurt, abused, emotionally immature, unloved little girl be portrayed as anything other than an unlovable, unforgiveable unchangeable demon. Also she’s obsessed with clothes, shoes and handbags, because she’s a mean girl, don’t you see, so obviously the nice girls (who don’t wear makeup while Chloe does) are better than her.

3.) Stuck up spoiled rich girl is treated as worse than the actual villains of the show. At some point we get a glimpse into her awful traumatizing home life and she starts to be redeemed, but the second something doesn’t go her way she backslides and is suddenly even more evil and dumb. Also her father is incredibly neglectful but it’s portrayed as her somehow abusing him into doing what she wants and he’s so sad about his awful evil daughter. He gets a redemption arc but never actually becomes a better father. She’s seen as unfixable.

CHI-CHI (DRAGON BALL)

1.) okay so to start at the beginning, she was introduced as a young kid but they put her in a super revealing bikini styled outfit. pretty sure it was supposed to be armor too, so besides just being a disgusting design choice even in-universe it’s impractical. but besides that she was pretty charming as a kid, she was cute and funny and pretty tough, and had a cool gimmick in her blade/ laser helmet. even when she reappeared in late Dragon Ball, she was a bit abrasive but was overall rational and kind. she was strong enough to make it into the World Martial Arts Tournament, one of only 16 to qualify.

but come Dragon Ball Z and on, she’s reduced to just a shrill, nagging, aggressive wife and mother. all she gets to do is cook, worry, and berate her husband and sons. her physical strength is only used so she can comically hit Goku. sure its played for laughs, but he’s shown to be afraid of her. I only recall her leaving her house once or twice in DBZ. just the worst mother character stereotype, with nothing left to make her likeable. she’s portrayed as irrational but despite her aggressiveness, half the time her wants are completely reasonable. can’t blame a woman for not wanting her husband to die every other day!! her writing us ass but I still love her and she deserves better!!!

2.) So in Dragon Ball she wasn’t the BEST character to start out with. Toriyama hasn’t ever been the best at writing women or not making stupid fucking sex jokes about them. So she had to deal with that. The outfit she wore as a kid was… NOT GREAT. Let’s say that! Then in late Dragon Ball her entire character revolves around Goku and trying to marry him, which she gets by tricking Goku and getting beaten by Goku in a tournament in one hit. Not off to a great start. Then Z started and Toriyama just… gave her an ENTIRELY NEW new personality, and that new personality was just a stereotype of a tiger mom. Regardless of how correct she might’ve been about letting Gohan fight (and she WAS completely correct, he was 5-6 for a HUGE chunk of Z) the narrative frames her as a hysterical and unreasonable woman nagging at the menfolk and not letting them do things. So naturally people hate her without even considering why she’s upset because the story itself frames her as in-the-wrong. The whole franchise also just forgets that she’s a martial artist and never has her DO ANYTHING.

This is only scratching the surface, there’s a LOT more because the franchise is like 40 years old and we’d be here all day.

3.) GODDDD okay so full disclosure i guess shonen is such an easy pick but like. out of every shonen wife she was and is THE most hated by the narrative and creator (maybe tied with sakura omfg). shes always made out to be a beast, got her fighting skills shafted after she got married, was always played like she was hysterical for worrying about her kid dying in battle, and not to mention the creator actively HATES her. like toriyama just straight up hates writing her. its bad. its really bad. shes just “bitch wife” but for no reason :(

[grailfinders]

Grailfinders #332: Dobrynya Nikitich

today on grailfinders we’re saying good riddance to Tunguska and the year 2023, but not before getting one last build in! our final build in 2023 is none other than Dobrynya Nikitich, the legendary bogatyr dragon slayer. and dragon rider, it turns out. maybe even just dragon? tbh I stopped reading this event after the story chapter that was almost literally just every character gathering around to say the sentence “Koyanskaya is not Daji” over and over. I might not have a great handle on what Nikitich is, but I’ve got what she can do down pat, so let’s get into the build!

Dobrynya’s a Drakewarden Ranger to have a permanent dragon partner to ride, as well as a Champion Fighter for a meatier axe, and a Draconic Bloodline Sorcerer to grab her armor phantasm, as well as her later ascensions. I mean she’s definitely got a lot of draconic blood, it’s just all wrapped up in a pervert horse. oh god I just realized he's staring at her underwear in the FA art what the hell

check out her build breakdown below the cut, or her character sheet over here!

next up: wait a minute, didn’t we just shoot you into space?

Ancestry & Background

our first question of the day is, “what the hell is Nikitich?” our second question of the day is “do we really want to waste time waffling on what she is when Custom Lineage exists?”

answering no to the latter gives her +2 Charisma as well as Darkvision and the Strike of the Giants feat to fight for better working rights for meteored animals. or it gives you a frost strike you can do once a turn proficiency times a day to deal an extra d6 of cold damage and force a constitution save on whatever you hit, reducing their movement speed to 0 for a turn if they fail. I know the ice axe doesn’t show up until third ascension, but I think a treat is warranted here.

Dobrynya talks a big game about how tenuous her connection to humanity is, so she’s an Outlander now for proficiency in Athletics and Survival. Folk Hero would also fit here, but a dragon is not a beast in D&D, so that animal handling proficiency would be completely wasted.

Ability Scores

I’m not going to lie, this build needs a lot of stuff, so we’re just going to point buy things this time around. even then, it’s pretty hard to get everything where it needs to be. Strength, Dexterity, and Wisdom will be set at 14, the former two to be good with an axe while wearing a bikini, and the last one so we can multiclass, and to make your dragons’ breath a little hotter. Constitution is at 13 so we don’t die. meanwhile, Charisma is all the way down at 9. we’ll need to invest a little for multiclassing later, but she’s not the life of the party. that means we’re dumping Intelligence at 8. not much worse than charisma, but she does leave all the thinking to others most of the time.

Class Levels

1. Ranger 1: starting off as a ranger nets you proficiency in Strength and Dexterity saves, as well as Animal Handling, Nature, and Perception. I know your dragon isn’t a beast, but there’s Fou who… is probably an aberration. well, at least there’s Taigong Wang’s tapir, which… also isn’t a real animal… but there’s the sheep thing! yeah, I don’t think that counts either. so much for an animal sanctuary, huh?

for further bafflement, we’re actually going with mostly OG ranger features this time around. but if you’re going to be a dragonslayer, it probably helps to have Dragon as a Favored Enemy for advantage on checks to track and find out about them. thankfully, most dragons are pretty easy to track on account of their size and their tendency to hang out in the sky. that being said, you need to slay/mount a white dragon before this is all done, so getting used to the Arctic is a must. thankfully, you’re a Natural Explorer up there, so it’s pretty hard for your traveling group to get lost or slowed down. you can also track creatures a lot better!

2. Ranger 2: second level rangers get a Fighting Style, and the Dueling style will even out the damage differences between two-handing and one-handing your battleaxe. you really need to lean over your dragon if you want to hit anything, so a free hand to grab onto something helps out a ton.

you also learn some Spells this level- Hunter’s Mark lets you deal extra damage with every attack against a target for up to an hour, and you can swap it to another as a bonus action if the first gets ko’d. it also gives you another bonus to tracking the target down! it’s hard to get species-specific bonuses in D&D, but if you only use this spell against dragons it’s kind of the same thing, right?

also, you get Jump, to jump. getting onto the back of a dragon after every time you attack is rough without something to boost you up.

3. Ranger 3: at third level you gain a Primal Awareness of the world around you, giving you some extra spells as you level up. I’ve said it before that I’m pretty sure your dragon isn’t a beast, but it’s better safe than sorry, so you get Speak with Animals for free. you can also cast Longstrider now to dash as a bonus action. when your main way to attack is hitting things with a big piece of metal, some extra movement can be very helpful.

you also become a Drakewarden this level, which gives you a Draconic Gift- it’s Thaumaturgy and a language. thankfully, you also get a much cooler draconic gift- your Drake Companion. you can summon a small dragon as an action whose appearance and breath type you decide on. it moves after your turn, but it can’t do anything but dodge unless you spend your bonus action commanding it. you can summon your drake once a day for free, or re-summon it by spending a spell slot. since you can decide on your drake’s appearance and breath weapon separately, you aren’t shackled to ice-type attacks this entire run, thank goodness. tbh I don’t think we ever see Nikitich’s ride use its breath attack. it could be anything! it could even be ice! though we don’t get any breath attacks until level 11- right now, this just gives it a damage immunity, and it can use its reaction to add its element to a nearby creature’s regular weapon for one attack, dealing an extra d6 of damage.

4. Ranger 4: use your first Ability Score Improvement to bump up your Charisma to multiclassing levels. I wish we could keep this lower to match her… her, but we’ll make do.

5. Ranger 5: fifth level rangers get an Extra Attack each action, as well as second level spells! you get Beast Sense for free, but we’re more here for Magic Weapon. it’s not quite the glowy blue axe you get at third ascension yet, but this should help cut through dragons a bit easier.

6. Fighter 1: bouncing over to fighter gets you another Fighting Style, like Great Weapon Fighting. now if you hold your axe with both hands, you can re-roll 1s and 2s on your damage dice. with your dragon, giant strikes, and hunter’s marks, you can add a lot of dice to your axe.

you also get a Second Wind once per short rest, healing up as a bonus action. in most builds this is basically free healing, but even with the draconic wrinkle it’s still a nice addition.

7. Fighter 2: second level fighters can Action Surge once a short rest, adding an extra action to your turn

 this doesn’t give you more bonus actions, but it’ll be super useful later.

8. Fighter 3: third level fighters get their subclass, and as a Champion you get an Improved Critical, allowing you to crit twice as often. again, you can add a lot of dice to specific attacks, so adding them all to a crit just makes it even sweeter.

9. Ranger 6: now that we’re a couple levels in, let’s start talking about how we’ll take down Koyanskaya. if we’re going into Tunguska, we need to get prepared- that’s why this level you get another Favored Enemy in beasts and another Natural Explorer biome- forests. that should help with most of what you’ll be facing in there. probably.

10. Ranger 7: at seventh level you forge a Bond of Fang and Scale with your dragon, granting it a flying speed, and letting it grow large enough to ride on- though you can’t do both at once. it also starts adding elemental damage to its own attacks, and giving you resistance to the chosen damage type.

also, you can cast Lesser Restoration now. it’s not quite debuff immunity, but curing a debuff right after you get it is pretty close, right?

11. Ranger 8: for our next ASI, pick up the Fury of the Frost Giant feat for +1 Constitution, permanent resistance to cold damage, and when you get hit by an attack you can blast them back with ice, forcing them to make a constitution save to avoid cold damage and being frozen in place. you can do this proficiency times a day.

your Land’s Stride exists now too, so you can pass through any nonmagical terrain without worrying about being slowed down or hurt by plants.

12. Sorcerer 1: it’s been long enough, let’s ascend. as a Draconic sorcerer you get Draconic Resilience, giving you an extra 1 HP per sorcerer level (so. 1 for the build) and a permanent mage armor effect as long as you’re not wearing real armor, making your AC 13 + your dexterity modifier. it’s not super strong with your dexterity, but if you’re going to stand in front of 999 turrets this should help some miss.

you also learn some charisma-based spells! light and message are just kind of here because… why not. a lot of stuff in FGO glows for no reason, and if you’re on the Chaldea team they’re going to give you a communicator at some point. Blade Ward is another layer to your armor, giving you resistance to physical damage, and Sword Burst is spinning around in a circle. it’s a neat trick!

you also get a breath weapon a little early by casting Burning Hands. as a level one spell it’s pretty weak, but it can always be upcast.

13. Ranger 9: ninth level rangers don’t get a lot, but third level spells are nice! now you can Speak with Plants (boring) or turn that axe into an Elemental Weapon! this gives your weapon a +1 to hit, and deals 1d4 damage of an elemental type on hit. it’s not as good as hunter’s mark, but it does work on any weapon, not just your own attacks. also, flaming axes are cool.

14. Ranger 10: tenth level rangers get a third Natural Explorer biome like, for example, Mountains. sadly, “blasted hellcape” and “corporate office” aren’t biomes you can pick from- partially because they’re synonyms. that being said, if you’re stuck in the death zone you can use Nature’s Veil to hide yourself as a bonus action, becoming invisible for a round up to proficiency times a day.

15. Ranger 11: eleventh level rangers get their guts thanks to casting revivify, and your Drake’s Breath finally kicks in- as an action, you or your drake can breathe elemental damage in a cone, forcing everyone inside to take elemental damage if they fail their dexterity save. you can use this once a day for free, and you can gain extra uses by spending spell slots.

16. Ranger 12: now that we have multiclassing and feat stuff done, we can finally get a handle on your Strength for more accurate and damaging attacks.

17. Ranger 13: thirteenth level rangers get fourth level spells, letting you get in touch with your wild side and become a Guardian of Nature. there’s two ways to use this spell, but we’re here entirely for the first, turning you into a cat monster… turning you into more of a cat monster, increasing your walking speed and darkvision distance, and giving advantage and bonus damage to strength-based attacks.

18. Ranger 14: fourteenth level rangers get one last Favored Enemy, so let’s track down Koyanskaya and end that Aberration once and for all! (she is an aberration, right?)

if things go south you can Vanish as a bonus action, which despite coming later that NV, only lets you hide rather than actually vanish. you also can’t be tracked without magic, but you’re level 18, your enemies have magic by now.

19. Ranger 15: fifteenth level drakewardens have stronger breath attacks as well as a Perfected Bond, adding more elemental damage to your dragons attacks, and making them large enough to ride on while flying. on top of that, you can now spend your reaction to give yourself or your drake resistance to an attack proficiency times a day. it says “or”, but you can always be a rules lawyer and say it’s an inclusive or! I won’t tell!

you can also cast greater restoration this level, reducing the effects of exhaustion or removing one effect that is charming, petrifying, cursing, or reducing a stat or HP total of yourself or a party member. again, it’s not debuff immunity, but it’s the closest you can get in D&D.

20. Ranger 16: use your last ASI for more Strength. it’s not complicated, but neither is Nikitich.

Pros & Cons:

Pros:

I’m not going to sugarcoat it, I’m giving riding a dragon its own spot on the pros list. why? because riding dragons is cool, and you’re playing an RPG to feel cool.

as far as actual gameplay goes, you are fantastic at dishing out Burst Damage. whether that’s piling all sorts of damage modifiers onto a lucky crit, or action surging to blast a crowd with two breath attacks at once, you can fire off a lot of damage in a short amount of time. (also, while it’s technically not Rules As Written, you should be able to easily argue that freezing them in place with frost giant stuff would at least give them disadvantage, if not a force failure, on dex saves, forcing them to take the full brunt of 20d6 damage if you time it right)

as a ranger, you have a surprising amount of Utility for a mostly martial fighter, greatly improving your party’s time while traveling and providing emergency debuff removal and revivals. you’re no healer, but sometimes staying alive is a victory all its own.

Cons:

your multiclassing requirements alone use three ability scores, and that’s before we factor in the two other stats we need for the build to play well. all this means we never really get a chance to get the abilities we want high, which leads to…

weak spells that are easily avoided by enemies. your casting modifier for both kinds of spells is only a +1, so they’ll be whiffing a lot before you reach level 10.

we don’t even get started working on your strength, your main attacking stat, until level 16. even if we skip over the giant thing for later, that’s still not until level 11. you’re not very accurate for a majority of the build, let’s leave it at that.

[seantaeanewgenie]

Ideas for the sequel to Shantae: A New Genie

I've thought of some ideas for the sequel to my Shantae fic. I'm not going to give them all away, but I will state one of them. I'm going to introduce Zapple next, one of the half-Genie Shantae meets in Seven Sirens. When I was making the first story, I didn't want the plot to become bloated, so I excluded Zapple at the time and Plink isn't really in the story for reasons readers will know.

Unlike the other half-Genies, Zapple will have grown up with both of her original parents in her life. Her mother's magic was stolen by the Pirate Master, but her mother managed to live and return home to her family. I always found it odd how the games implied that Genies only ever had children with humans. What if the half-Genie's father wasn't human?

Zapple will be half-Genie and half-Mermaid. Her father would be a Merman. I'm aware the games don't show male variations of mermaids, but I did not want to be limited by canon. I also thought of a weakness for the merfolk not in the games. I imagine they'd have trouble breathing on land, running out of air after a few minutes, not unlike Ripjaws from Ben 10.

To counteract this, merfolk have to wear breathing equipment so they can stay on land. Since Zapple's half-Mermaid, she'd have this weakness too. I also imagined Zapple as the second oldest half-Genie in my story. The age order (from oldest to youngest) would be this:

Harmony > Zapple > Shantae > Vera

For a voice, I imagined Kira Buckland's Jolyne Cujoh would suit my take on Zapple. Funnily enough, I had already imagined Kira Buckland's Kyoko voice (River City Girls) fitting Nora / Lobster Siren.

Finally, I would give Zapple something more practical to wear. I've never really cared for the sexual nature of the franchise, and Zapple's outfit is no exception. It's just bikini armor that leaves her vital points completely open. I'd give her some black harem pants to represent her Genie heritage and and something casual like a black t-shirt. Maybe a red jacket to maintain her original red color scheme.

[thebibliomancer]

Essential Avengers: Avengers #327: "INTO A DARKLING PLAIN"

December, 1990

Guest-Starring Iron Man

Guest-starring? He's a member of the Avengers! I mean, yeah, the West Coast team but the teams kinda overlap as necessary.

Also, I note that Sersi doesn't make the above title cast list but she's in the cast box and She-Hulk isn't, even though SHE is above the title.

Weird.

Also also, hi Rage!

So, last time, we started the Larry Hama run. We met Rage when he came to Avengers Mansion and demanded to be put on the team. And then Sersi saw him talking very assertively and went oh no that violent looking man is going to do a violence and started a fight.

Also, Lt. Ramskov came for special cancer treatment in the US after surviving the Chernobyl disaster. But he needed to be in a special containment suit and sedated at all times because he actually got weirdo powers from the incident and when he woke up, he melted into the sewers and then beat up the Avengers.

Also also, Rage knocked down a drug den.

This time:

Iron Man and two civilian hanger-ons have tracked down Ramskov but find that he's beaten up She-Hulk and Thor and is tearing his containment suit apart, hosing the area with whatever energy or radiation is coming off his body.

It's a bad time to not be wearing full-body armor.

Iron Man's sensors do indicate that Ramskov is not putting off gamma radiation but visible light in "highly unusual wavelengths" whatever that means.

Ramskov is still reliving the Chernobyl incident and has no awareness of what he's doing.

Back on that April 26, 1986, Ramskov was trying to turn off as team valve that was blasting out radioactive steam. He spotted two radiation suited people removing something from the reactor machinery and when he confronted them, they attacked him and tore his suit.

He fought back but the stupider of the mysterious pair threw the mysterious gluon separator device at Ramskov. Ramskov swung a crowbar at the device like he was playing baseball and then everything exploded.

And that's why he has super powers now.

Moral of the story, always whack mysterious devices.

Anyway, reliving the experience of getting bathed in extreme amounts of energy has caused Ramskov to emit a high-intensity beam into the air.

Leaving to blasé annoyance from whoever sees it.

A cabbie near the energy burst speculates that superheroes are fighting alien menaces again and says he'd rather take his chances with the aliens.

My favorite though is Reed and Sue of the Fantastic Four seeing the energy beam and Reed going 'i'm sure the Avengers have everything handled.'

Amazing.

10/10 More crossovers should be like this.

Hmm. You could adapt this into the MCU. It's already got the energy beam.

Unlike Reed, Rage does not ignore the giant energy beam.

He's just finished literally knocking down a crack house and thinking wow superheroing is easy when he sees the beam and decides to investigate.

Rage: "Hope I have exact change for the subway fare!"

Better watch out, Spider-Man. Rage will take your niche of relatable man with relatable problems.

Rage has also gathered a small group of onlookers who saw him knock down L.D. 50's house. Several are excited to have a do-gooder superhero for their neighborhood but one is fatalistic, thinking that someone else will just set up shop and take over for L.D. 50.

Rage: "Then they'll all have to answer to Rage!"

Isn't this how Superman's Over There speech started?

Anyway, L.D. 50 didn't die when his house came tumbling down, tumbling down, tumbling down. Somehow, he escaped into the sewers despite being on the top floor when Rage started knocking the building down.

Whatever, it's comics.

L.D. 50 is pissed that someone is interfering in his business and trashing his stuff and is more pissed when his bikini babe reminds him that Kingpin will be pissed if L.D. 50 lets himself get shut down.

Meanwhile, plot.

Iron Man pulls Dr Estevez and Ms Zhukova away from all the radiation, while Thor and She-Hulk try to contain Ramskov.

She-Hulk wrassles the guy and Thor uses Mjolnir to collapses the tunnel and bury Ramskov in tons of earth and rock.

Ms Zhukova frets what the heroes might be doing to Ramskov because she was warned at the Soviet Turyatim space weapons testing site that certain actions might trigger dangerous reactions from Ramskov.

Which reminds Iron Man about that. What was a very irradiated man doing at a weapons testing site instead of a hospital? And Dr Estevez jumps in to demand to know why Ramskov had to be kept drugged? Was Zhukova trying to keep him from spilling some sort of beans??

Back up in the hospital, Captain America stares down the hole while Sersi mentions it's been a while since the others went down. Captain America decides that maybe they should go and help instead of doing nothing.

Just then, Agent Sikorsky gets a phone call from the NSC.

Apparently, the US government has cancelled the Avengers' charter as part of an arms limitation treaty with the USSR.

I wonder if the Soviet Union also agreed to dismiss some of their super peeps but who the fuck cares what Crimson Dynamo is doing.

Captain America is furious, and rightly so. After all that bending over backwards for Peter Henry Gyrich and others to make sure the Avengers don't lose their special governmental privileges, having to put up with a jerk like US Agent being shoved onto the team because the government said so, the Avengers get the boot not because of any mistake they made but because the diplomats decided so.

And the hell of it is, the superheroes are too superheroic to just leave the government to pick up this Lt Ramskov mess themselves. The government basically gets superheroes for free and get to make the Russians happy.

So Cap and Sersi jump down the hole to look for the rest of the Avengers.

Meanwhile, Operation Bury Ramskov Under Tons of Rock fails. He just blasts She-Hulk off of him and through the pile of rocks. Then he rushes over to wrassle Thor.

Iron Man rejoins the fight and repulsors Ramskov off Thor. Since tons of rocks didn't work, the armored avenger suggests PLAN D.

Wow, that's a deep cut.

Also meanwhile, Rage makes his way to the Plot the fastest way he knows. Running through subway tunnels, faster than an express train.

Or a speeding bullet, as this one fella mentions.

Captain America and Sersi show up to the plot and ask what's going on. Dr Estevez say that Iron Man shouted PLAN D and then Thor started swinging his hammer. And Cap goes 'Plan D, eh? Just like Avengers #16, when we fought the Masters of Evil!'

So, yeah, pretty deep cut. Without a marvel wiki, will the bulk of the audience remember that way back, Thor transported the Masters of Evil to another dimension so the Avengers could fight them without endangering civilians? And also the other dimension had weird physics that fucked over the Masters of Evil?

Thor is having trouble with summoning the portal. Apparently, he's been having problems with that recently. So Iron Man asks Sersi to do something. And she goes 'sounds like you're asking me to do a modulating field!' and then she does do that and it works.

Unfortunately, it works right when Rage smashes into the scene to see what's going on with the Plot. And he gets transported with the Avengers.

Some guest stars volunteer to join in the Avengers' latest adventure. Others get kidnapped. That's just superhero life.

The Avengers, the doctor, the Russians, and also Rage are transported to a weirdo alternate dimension where Ramskov stops outputting so much exotic energy and Iron Man's armor stops working.

For like five seconds. Sersi does Something that lets his armor function normally.

Anyway, Ramskov. He's not putting off energy now and also he's dying of all the leukemia that he has. Dr Estevez says he needs his marrow transplant now but the thing about being transported to an alternate dimension is that there's no donor marrow here.

So Dr Estevez decides one of the Avengers will have to donate.

Thor: "Truth, t'would be miraculous indeed if one among us was a compatible donor!"

Then a bunch of weirdo monsters attack.

Purple Fin Fang Foom complains that there's already not enough food or space for newcomers so they're going to kill them and probably eat them.

The Avengers start fighting back, something that a little fairy type lady named Xa notes means that this dimension didn't screw up their powers. And the purple guy she's standing on speculates this meant they came of their own accord.

A big monster guy goes after Agent Zhukova so she pulls her makarov pistol. Which promptly blows up in her hands. Because of the different laws of physics here.

But She-Hulk and Rage show up and work together to hurl the monster guy away.

She-Hulk: "Gotta do this together!" Rage: "Give the word!" Monster: "ARRRGH!" She-Hulk: "Heave! Good work, Rage!" Rage: "I may get the hang of this business yet!"

I'm getting the impression that Rage is very new to this superhero thing. Like. VERY new. One of the very first superhero things he may have done is demand the Avengers hire him.

Props for confidence, if so.

Ramskov becomes somewhat lucid and starts mumbling about the two guys dismantling a 'gluon separator.'

Zhukova angrily yells for him to stop violating state security but Dr Estevez tells her to simmer down.

Iron Man, Thor, and Captain America discuss how this dimension was empty last time they used it. But the baddies are keeping up a psychic running commentary that the Avengers are apparently able to hear and they learn that the monster people are criminals from various species and that this dimension has become a place of exile.

Like Space Australia.

The criminals flee before the Avengers might, the fairy lady Xa saying they need to report this to Ngh.

Very keyboard smash names in this prison dimension.

She-Hulk and Thor are sure that the monster people will be back (and in greater numbers?) and think they should wrap things up here and leave.

But Ramskov needs a marrow transplant now, like right now.

They still lack a perfect matching donor but Dr Estevez has been paying some attention to all this superhero nonsense and decides that Sersi can scan the available people for the closest match and then use her power of matter transmutation to make it perfect.

(For that matter, couldn't she just turn... dirt into a perfect marrow match? As long as we're doing that?)

Dr Estevez also points out that Sersi can also perform the actual transplant with her powers, with the doctor's guidance.

Sersi is like sure, I don't got anything else going on.

Meanwhile, Iron Man and Thor set up a perimeter in case the monster people come back.

And also meanwhile, Captain America decides to productively use his time to yell at Rage.

Steve. C'mon. The fuck?

Captain America: "I thought you didn't want anything more to do with the Avengers! What are you doing butting into our business?" Rage: "Butting in? When I showed up, you guys didn't seem to be holding the winning cards and I sure didn't see you throwing any giant monsters too far!"

Point of order, Rage, you showed up and had time for approximately one 'hey, what's going on here?' before you got wrapped up in a dimensional teleport. But, in fairness, you did help a lot during the monster attack.

She-Hulk tries to get the two to simmer down but Cap has more to say. Inadvisably more to say.

Captain America: "I don't like Rage's attitude! The Avengers are a team and our operations aren't free-for-alls, open to any upstart in a mask!" Rage: "Is it my attitude you don't like, or is it something else?" Captain America: "What's that supposed to mean?" Rage: "You know!"

She-Hulk again tells them to knock it off but she gets dragged away by Dr Estevez because she's the closest bone marrow match.

Meanwhile, would you believe that the L.D. 50 subplot is continuing?

He called Kingpin to advise him on the Rage situation and, apparently, it's serious enough that Kingpin has his ass driven to meet with L.D. 50.

To give L.D. 50 a rocket launcher to deal with Rage.

Wow, no kill like overkill.

Or maybe the correct amount of kill? The guy is bulletproof.

Oddly, we don't see Kingpin but his subordinate sure acts like he's in the car.

I like the implication that Fisk never talks in this meeting. He just rolls down the window so L.D. 50 sees it is him, pops the trunk so he can get the rocket launcher, and then fucks off.

He's a busy man.

Back in the dimension of exile, Sersi finishes doing a marrow transplant. Good job, Sersi!

(There's an interesting bit where She-Hulk mentions that her powers come from a gamma blood transfusion and maybe its not the best idea to use her marrow but Dr Estevez just brushes the objection aside.)

Ramskov jolts awake and starts yelling about saboteurs that were in the reactor chamber. Zhukova tells him she's GRU so shut up shut up shut up in front of the Americans!

Captain America: "So! your true colors are revealed at last, Zhukova! But you don't have to worry about revealing secrets to American agents since the government has revoked our charter... the Avengers have been disowned by the feds!" Rage: "What? You hypocrite! You've been jumping on my case about jurisdiction and all the while, your license to stop all over bad guys has been canceled."

Is there something in the air that's making these two yell at each other?

Back with the monster inmates of exile dimension, one of them worries that the Tetrarchs of Entropy sent the strangers (the Avengers) to torment them.

Fairy girl Xa doesn't think it matters. The Tetrarchs already marooned them here "just because we don't subscribe to their system of ethics!"

So she's going to go wake up Ngh, the Unspeakable, and speak to him. He'll know what to do!

Upon hearing that there's strangers in the dimension who came here of their own will and can presumably leave, Ngh decides this will be how they'll follow the strangers when they leave, finally escaping this horrible prison dimension.

Not much to say about that. Bigger, scarier monster man is going to cause problems on purpose.

Next week, Avengers West Coast and Grim Reaper. Next next week, more of Larry Hama's Avengers.

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