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Mage ; Bikini Warriors ☆ Alphamax
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Paladin • Bikini Warriors 1/7 Castoff Figure by Alphamax & Hobby Japan
#bikini warriors#anime and manga#swimsuit figure#castoff#figure#anime figure#1/7#scale figure#upload#alphamax#hobby japan
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Part of me wants to join a group like this and flag all their Classic Sacred Cow Games as woke using their own ridiculous standards. Just. Absolutely ruin their childhoods or maybe even make them realize how ridiculously fragile they’re being
#can you imagine being this fragile#not being able to play a game because it has Gorl Not Wearing Bikini in it or Someone Isn’t White#or even ‘you can choose they/them pronouns but don’t have to ‘#or Something Looks Vaguely Like A Pride Flag#my favorite is a guy getting up in arms because a historical game had a Female Warrior Leader in it and thus wasn’t accurate#the character in question?#Boudica the famous warrior queen an ACTUAL HISTORICAL FIGURE WHO ACTUALLY EXISTED#also apparently cyborgs are inherently Woke??
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Hello! I hope you're having a wonderful Halloween!
Will it be all right if I request the WHB King's reactions to MC wearing One of those sexy Halloween costumes (any of your choice!)
You're writing is extremely well done And I really enjoy reading your work!
Have a nice day or night :3
Hello! And thank you! And yes, and thank you! I'm writing this answer early, because the time it's posted, I'm probably sitting with family and friends. Hope I can brighten up your three minutes with my silly ideas
HAPPY HALLOWEEN!
You came to Satan in a mummy costume, covering strategic places with bandages. He is delighted. For this joy he will kick anyone who looks at you, and he will want to take you here, now, in this corner, on this wall. The bandages you wore will grow to the status of relics. Satan will tie them around his wrists for difficult fights, and small pieces will be used to tie the most seriously wounded warriors, as a reward and support in healing.
Mammon won't be able to take his eyes off you when he sees you dressed as an Egyptian queen. Dripping with gold and silk, half-naked, combining inaccessibility with luxury... This will be Tartaros' favorite Halloween, because Mammon will take you on his knees and open up the throne room, accepting audiences for ordinary devils. Let all the devils see how beautiful and powerful their queen and his Master is, before he takes you to his chambers to ruin your expensive makeup.
Leviathan will be disgusted when he sees your exposed shoulders, tight corset and short skirt with a deep cut if you dress up as a pirate. What kind of idea is that? And that knife on your thigh. You want to fight with anything? With this? Foolish human. As a pirate, you should be ready to fight a kraken... and he can show you how dangerous and big the tentacles are.
You know those edible bracelets made of powdered candy? This is what the bikini Beelzebub will send you is made of. Only there will be less candy than on this bracelet. So that you can somehow go out on the town, you'll throw on his coat and tie it tightly around your waist. Improvisation is all you have left. You grab your markers, open the phone gallery and in the mirror, sloppily, scribble words on your body; Beel's tattoos. You'll steal Bael's glasses, and voila! Avisos, don't count on seeing your king, because when he sees you, he'll get obsessed. Do you want to be his so much that you're dressed up as him? Do you miss him so much? Come here. All you'll see for the next few hours is him and his clones; he'll point out every mistake in your tattoos and make you learn them by heart on his own body.
For Lucifer, you really tried your best with the makeup. You came in torn clothes, with fake wounds painted all over your body. The poor devil almost had a heart attack when he saw you. He rushed to check which of them were real, and when it turned out that none, you only heard a quiet whisper and felt a warm breath on your cheek. "Not very convincing." he muttered disapprovingly, as if he almost didn't panic at your sight. "I'll help you make them better." He licked his lips. Looking at his sharp fangs... your makeup can't compare to what they will leave.
For Belphegor the sexiest thing you can do is dress up as a mattress, but he guesses that wasn't the purpose of this event. You put on a sexy outfit, drew some card designs, and slid some cards and dices under your clothes and into ruffles. You decided to present the devil with a fait accompli. Took his favorite dice and threw it under your bra. "Oops." You spread your hands as if you hadn't done it on purpose. "I think you lost something?" Although initially unfazed, you quickly motivated him to search... even though your ornaments would soon be the last thing he was interested in.
Asmodeus was hard (as always) to figure out… so you decided to ignore him completely and just have fun. Let's test our king. Will he really think you're sexy in *everything*? Even if you dress up as an inflatable T-Rex? You were already excited when you found out that there was no such thing in hell. Sucks. Annoyed, you decided to tease your king. With Eligos and Paimon you spent a good few days, preparing a tight black dress, a curly wig, and specific makeup. To them, you looked simply sexy; but when you stood before Asmodeus, made up like Lust, his eyes widened. After all, he’s a man of culture who spends most of his time on Earth. “Sassy.” He smiled menacingly as he ran his finger over the tattoo between your collarbones. “Do you want to mock me or please me? Oh, well… Guess I have to ignite you.” Others better appreciate your creation before he sees you, because there will be absolutely nothing left of it.
#whb#what in hell is bad#whb satan#whb beelzebub#whb leviathan#whb mammon#whb belphegor#whb asmodeus#whb lucifer#uhhuhhello!?#twirls hairs#tries not to be intimidated#hi do you like soup#fails miserably
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okay I watched good omens s2 yesterday with my partner, and I was genuinely very surprised -- I think if you've grown up through superwholock/merlin/the 100/teen wolf type shows where (with the exception periodically of doctor who) you kind of had to make up the good show that something could have been in your head, that colours a lot of your viewing, and to be honest I thought season 1 of good omens was a fine little piece, honoured the book while modernising it somewhat, it was a nice, fun, low stakes time, with a couple of things I might have wanted a tad different but nothing overall awful.
so I was seeing all this meta and gifsets and discussion, while I was waiting to give s2 a watch with my partner and thought "ah, people have made up the good show in their heads again" not that I assumed s2 was going to be a bad show, but that people were taking extra deep plunges into possibilities, the way fandom does, and that was fine. I knew there was a big ol kiss, I had a sense of some kind of argument at the end, and that it was setting up a s3
I also knew that mainstream reviews were calling it (politely) self-indulgent and dependent on whether or not you enjoy david tennant and michael sheen having a good time for just under 6 hours
all in all, expectations of a somewhat mainstream show without too much to think about, a nice, fun low stakes time, moving on...
(EDIT: AND THEN I WROTE A LOT OF WORDS SO YOU CAN IMAGINE THAT MY REACTION WAS QUITE DIFFERENT)
as it turns out it seems these things that were being written on tumblr were discussing the actual text of the show and not things you could extrapolate if you squinted and tilted your head a little to the left as I'm so used to doing, so in fact there is much to think about!
and my first thought was "this is like when you read early discworld books that ask a question like a joke, only to find that over time the answer to that question becomes very serious (and also can be funny at times of course)." how terry pratchett would pick and pick at tropes and notions and social ideas and go "oh now hold on, this seems strange..." starting way back when he thought it was odd that women warriors always seemed to be dressed in metal bikinis and then realising he hadn't done a good enough job of subverting the trope, simply by depicting it and calling it a bit silly
why do goblins always get treated as the villains? what's with this divine succession of kings business? where are the female dwarfs? who do we treat as disposable?
good omens season one went: "haha what if heaven and hell were intensely incapable, bureaucratic, corrupt, and uncaring of the work they did, and we took an angel and a demon and had them actually care? wouldn't that be... a bit silly?" (and it was)
good omens season two went: "what are the consequences for caring when the people who have power over you are incapable, bureaucratic, corrupt, and uncaring? what are the forces that supersede systems built on fear, ignorance, and violent conformity? can people change and break out of/challenge/break down these structures by caring?"
and this was set up with a neat little sleight of hand (to reference aziraphale's switch-and-bait in the episode with the nazi zombies), because the majority of season 2 does feel a bit indulgent: hey, remember those two wacky angel-and-demon characters? watch some more wacky things they did through the ages, watch them take a sojourn through 1827 Edinburgh and do a magic show during the Blitz, and... stop the death of Job's and Sitis' children (actually maybe that whole segment ought to have been what they call "A Clue")
see them try to figure out a kooky mystery, all the while setting up a cute little same-gender romance on their street. watch as everything points towards a happy ending that's all about the two of them realising what they've been to one another all these thousands and thousands (and thousands and thousands) of years- but hold on. lest we forget - and the show has made this point over and over - there are powerful people who control them, who hurt them, and who plan on hurting others, throughout the whole season, and as it turns out they know what they've been to one another for far far longer, and know how to pull their strings...
season 2 then, has to show us these things, not because they're indulgent (well, maybe occasionally, but the apology dance is still important), but because in order to make the ending a tragedy, we first need to understand, properly, the impact that they have had on each other. we need to understand that Aziraphale relied heavily on Crowley to be his moral compass and leaned on black-and-white thinking in order to deal with things, because if it's all grey then where does he fit and what has it all meant and heaven has to be the good guys, even as Job's and Sitis' children are ordered to be killed, it's all he ever had...
and Crowley was always an anchor, needed to trust that Aziraphale was different, needed to bend to every whim that Aziraphale has, because otherwise what's his worth in all this? After having been already deemed worthless by the heaven that Aziraphale needs to believe in?
and that, simplistically described, is the narrative that we're seeing in s2, and alongside that the ways that the changes they have upon each other are noticed, and monitored, and placed under suspicion, and finally... broken up, not by the clumsy, brute force that's been attempted over and over again, but by a promise to return into a violent, controlling system and to "make it better from within"
and all of this is wrapped up in two queer relationships + a third queered-within-the-text relationship that creates the inverse of how it ends for Aziraphale and Crowley (so far). queer love -- whatever shape that has -- is explicitly the shape of non-conformity within this narrative, including within the symbolism of angel-and-demon love of Gabriel and Beelzebub, which in the context of the systems created is considered queer (and one can argue till the cats come home about casting cis actors, about angel-and-demon notions of gender/romance/sexuality, but the "queerness" comes from building something non-conforming to the systems they exist in), and enforced by the explicitly our-world-definition-of queer romance that Nina and Maggie have going on (which, while less high stakes, still contains the background controlling relationship that Nina initially is in)
all of this to say, that I disagree that s2 meanders, or that plotlines happen for the sake of showcasing Aziraphale and Crowley without purpose, or that characters get sidelined (I'd say it sets up a whole host of interesting characters to further get into actually), or that it's strictly mainstream easy-access narrative that's just an excuse for the main creators and actors to get back together.
the love is the point, and this show takes its time to show the love (and the unequal boundary-setting, and the fact that one of them has an undiscussed tragic backstory, and the desperation to belong again, and the fear instilled by oppressive systems, and and and), so that we understand why those last 15 minutes happen the way that they do
it's sleight of hand, and like all good magic, you don't notice until it's happened
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No Tattoos. No Piercings. No Enormous Sunglasses.
That is all.
I made the outfit.
#Chainmail Bikini#Chainmail Modeling#Sword & Sorcery#Sword and Sorcery#Swords#Chainmail#Warrior Women#Women with Swords#Female Form#Female Body#Modeling#Female Figure#Women in Armor#Armor#She-Devil#Warrior Woman with Sword#She Devil
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Hello! Asking the question here because you told me to LOL
I was wondering, if a stranger than normal portal took one set of Links to the world of another set of Links, and maybe mixed them up, how long do you think it would take to figure out something was up? What do you think the different reactions of Apect AU seeing Mask AU? Especially since we know that Aspect Links now have experience with thinking someone was an evil double but turned out to not be?
SO I love this so much and i am SO happy you sent it here THANK YOU Okay so this was going to be a standalone but now I've decided it's a sequel to Aspects of a Mask
Aspects of a Mask 2 - Twilight Boogaloo
The two chains, unbeknownst to each other, come through their portals into the same woods. And unbeknownst to each other, they set up camp only a few hundred feet from one another.
It's the middle of the night when, unbeknownst to each other, the Twilight's of both Chains realise they really need to pee. So they both wave to their respective Warriors', who are on watch, and tootle off to take a whiz. And unbeknownst to each other, they both get a little turned around in the darkness, the result of which is that they both end up returning to the wrong campsite.
Neither notices and they both settle back into their bedrolls, wriggling a little and each thinking vaguely that it feels slightly... different.
Whatever. Probably just tired.
The next morning, neither notices immediately. The Mask!Chain think that Twi must still be tired and that's why he's not speaking as he shaves. The Aspects!Chain also notice nothing at first, because the Twilight they've ended up with may be able to speak, but he actually is really tired and is very slow getting up.
Predicatably, the thing that gives them each away is Wild. Wild is the outlier in each Chain, the thing that makes them really different at first glance.
For the Mask Chain, Bean creeps up to where Twi is tiredly pulling a comb through his hair. He needs a favour, and he trusts Twilight more than he trusts anyone.
"Twi?" he says quietly. "Can you help with my ba-"
That's as far as he got. Because Twilight jumped a mile in the air and turned around in shock, eyes wide as he took in the mask. Because he knows this Wild, he met him during that weird week where he joined his chain. But... as far as he knows there hasn't been any weird portals recently.
Well. Weirder than usual.
Mask!Wild also stares at Twi, eyes flicking to his neck in recognition.
"...you." he breathes. "But- how-"
Twi shook his head, looking around in shock. As he looked, he realised more was different than he had realised. Nearby, Hyrule was chatting quietly with Legend and across the camp, Sky was reading a book.
He wasn't in Ordon anymore.
In the Aspects camp, something similar happened to Mask!Twi but.... perhaps less.... calmly.
Because Aspects Wild also had a request for his good good buddy Twi, but was less nervous about asking for it. Instead he saw how Twi was still lazing in his bedroll and decided that the best course of action was to jump in beside him. Because of course.
From Twi's point of view, he was relaxing and having a lazy morning, when all of a sudden something very large and very fluffy was pouncing on top of him.
Twilight shrieked. And of course, not expecting any kind of sound from the rancher, Wild also shrieked.
"ORDONA'S YELLOW POLKA DOT BIKINI WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCKING FUCK?!" Twilight screeched
Wild stared at him. And then he yowled. Around him, all of his Chain drew their swords and leapt to their feet, ready to fight this bizarre imposter.
"Aw, Faron's tits, I'm out!" Twi hissed and did the only sensible thing he could think of - he got up and fled.
He didn't get far. Because over in the MUCH calmer Mask!Camp, Bean and Aspects!Twi had explained what was going on (as well as they could understand it) and were coming through the woods in search of their counterparts.
And so in his desperate flight, chased by Aspects!Wild and the rest of the Chain, Twilight ran straight into... himself. And immediately stumbled and fell onto the ground. He looked up. Saw the him-but-not-him.
"Balls." he whispered, staring up at him.
Thankfully, the misunderstanding didn't take too long to clear up after that. When the Bean and Aspects!Wild saw each other they immediately ran into a hug, and the Aspects Chain were all delighted to see Mask!Wild again.
Bean was more than a little flustered introducing his Chain to them all, and they were all more than a little astounded to meet their counterparts, the two Twilights especially. They weren't sure why they had been brought together, not at first.
That only became evident when they all joined together in one camp, both Wilds cooking, both Skys strumming their harps, all of them happily relaxing and getting to know one another.
Because they hadn't been brought together for a battle or for training. They'd been brought together, purely and simply, because they had all been through a lot. And they all deserved a break. And awkward meeting aside, a break was what they were going to get.
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Growing into the Job, Post 336: A Saturday at Melissa's, p11 (9PM, Randi)
We were kinda sorta still watching the movie, another superhero thing that was in the theaters a couple years or so ago. Sushi had all been cleaned up, and we’d let him start to recover, dialing back on our, uh, whatever they called these things - pheromones. Missy was reclined, he was cuddled up into her and had been put back into some loose clothes after he’d complained a bit. Most of us were still in swimsuits, though I’d put a little tube top on over mine after our last spurt nearly burst me out of my bikini. Fuck, my tits were getting huge. We’d all grown.
“Hey, has anyone heard from Marisela?” I asked, to no one in particular, stretching my jaw, “She was supposed to be here.”
I didn’t really get a response. I’d been here only a few hours but he’d came like a bunch of times today already. We were all just sort of lazily recovering, enjoying the new size and energy. Some of us handled it differently than others, and though nobody really talked about it too much some of us were beginning to change in different ways. I stretched out my jaw again, which tended to feel a little sore afterwards, and considered Marisela once more. “Should someone call her?”
“I already tried. Nothing,” Josie replied, casually rubbing J's bare foot. I thought I saw the ends of her long brown hair twitching. She’d gone back to watching Black Widow shrink Ant Man down for like the third time, Amelia was checking her nails..
Hm. Well, fuck it. If no one else cares I don’t either. These were odd chicks, for sure, this little friend group of ours. That I’d become the responsible one was a laugh, and I tried not to get too concerned about the weird shit that was going on. I figured I’d worry about whatever Marisela was doing later tonight. Maybe tomorrow.
Scarlett was holding the guy in her hand and scowling down at him while he tried to joke his way out of something stupid he’d just done. I gererally thought superhero movies were fucking stupid but had to admit the effects in this one were pretty amazing. It was one of the first ones, along with the first She-Hulk movie, that really caught people’s attention, big girls and all that.
“Haha I dunno..!” Missy laughed back, hugging his head back into her boobs, “Maybe! Would you like that, sweetie..?”
We all laughed as a few girls turned to watch him blush and stammer something we could barely hear. Missy, for her part, took it upon herself to gather him in a little closer, bundling him in the thin blanket he’d been given. I didn't even have to look. One of her hands was definitely under that blanket.
I’m sure I don’t have to spell it out for you people, but for all her quirks, we all adored Missy. Josie, Katie, Amelia and I have known her a long time, Shanette even longer. She’s a special friend to have. It’s been a trip, watching what’s happening to her in the middle of all the crazy shit that’s going down in the world and seeing how she’s drawn this hive of girls all around her. This job had been haha really good for her, to say the least, and it had given us all the opportunity to not only make bank, but to become more than what we were before. Some of us were worker bees, some were becoming more like warriors or soldiers, but everyone had their part. I like to think the boss girls were something even more special still. But Melissa, again for all her oddities, was definitely our queen bee…and she seemed blithely happy with this new little boyfriend of hers. It’s good, she deserves to be happy, especially with what her life story has been. And I have to admit he was pretty cute, so vulni and getting more so everyday. It made my mouth water, thinking of it, and my jaw flex remembering the couple times I had him in the car and in his apartment a few months back. Yummy...
The guy was a hard-triggered mess unable to think with anything besides what was between his legs. Most of the time that didn't seem weird anymore. It certainly didn’t bother Melissa. In fact, I think she sorta loved it. She would've had trouble seeing anything odd or strange about it. Her view of men was certainly different than most people’s, with the way she was raised. That she even seemed to consider this guy as human, let alone someone to care about, was a big step for her. She’d had him tamed through his libido, which was sort of her go-to automatic thing and not a surprise seeing as how she’d treated boys before, but she honestly seemed to love him.
Jesus Christ I sound like such an adult. The important thing was that she had him by the dick and that was that. Her new thing was that she wanted us all in on the deal. Well, okay, we could become his protectors, his guardian angels or whatever. It certainly felt good, this new kind of energy we were all getting since yesterday. I could feel it in my teeth and jaw.
Watching Black Widow zipping up her top, hiding away and trapping Ant Man in her bra and then having to fight off some robots got Melissa thinking. She and the rest of us sort of chatted about it, and it was obviously making him kinda nervous. I sensed it, and she certainly did too. She spoke up, finally, and sat him up a bit on her lap. It was weird, kinda. How her voice seemed to make the movie go quiet as all the lasers and punching noises faded into the background. We were all - all like, I dunno, dozen of us - turned to her. Attentive.
”Jay, I want you to tell them what we talked about last night,” she said. Melissa was half-reclined on the couch, her long legs stretched out and taking up a good number of seats. Shanette sat alongside her on the other wing of the sectional.
He was turned on her lap a little awkwardly at the waist, so he could look back down at her. He nodded his head, like he knew exactly what she was talking about, what she wanted him to tell the crowd of us. “Melissa, uh…because of what’s going on with my, uh…health, thinks I need some…protecting.”
As the words left him I watched Shanette whispering in Missy’s ear. As she pulled back, Melissa shook her head in the negative and spoke up again. “No,” she said to him, “That doesn’t sound right. Try again, sweetie.”
I saw his reaction - he was a little taken aback. But he paused, and rather than argue, he thought for a moment and reworded what he’d said. ”She believes it’d be in my best interest if you all helped her-“
Shanette was whispering in her ear again, and again Melissa stopped him. ”Uh uh uh,” She said, herself stopping to think now, “I know what’s wrong. Try saying it like this ‘I’m starting to have a hard time, and I need all your help. I need you all to become more protective of me.’” Melissa looked at him with those big, golden-green eyes of hers and I could see the gears turning between them. “Try that, honey,” she instructed, already expectant.
You could tell he felt awkward, all those female eyes on him, the center of attention. But, he was able to repeat her word for word: “I’m starting to have a hard time, and I need all your help. I need you all to become more protective of me.”
When we all gave several half-claps and ‘good jobs’, you could see his face growing redder. He felt happy and self-conscious at the same time, surrounded by a bevy of bosomy bikini girls praising him like he was a shy schoolboy.
“Much better,” Melissa lauded, petting his shoulder and gracing him with that big dimpled smile of hers.
”Melissa, th-that was embarrassing,” he said, plainly, making us all purr in delight. The light of the TV screen silhouetted the shapely figures of Aubrey, Katie and the B-girls from behind, covering J with their shadow.
The room erupted with an “Awwwww..!” as I watched his vulni little eyes settle on his reflection in the glass pool doors. The TV gave off just enough light for him to see his shrunken little self - and I swear he was smaller now than he was this afternoon - surrounded by his big beautiful protectors on every side. He was seated in the middle, a little man on his girlfriend's lap, right where he belonged.
”Don´t think of it that way, sweetie,” Shanette giggled, “think of it as a lesson…”
“...and you just needed some help with it,” Josie chimed.
“But I´m sure that, from now on, you will pay attention to what every woman says, right?” Melissa finished. She was sitting up straighter, now, and had pulled him slowly closer to her. I could see her eyes light up as he had moved closer to her right breast again. This whole exchange was so, like, enlightening. She obviously didn’t want him to feel as if he had no say in the matter. She wanted him to think that he had at least some power in this relationship of theirs, but she also needed him to know what’s what.
“We’re all excited to help you,” Lakshmi spoke, turning ever so slightly towards him on the couch, that big rear end of hers pivoting and causing something - springs in the sofa? - to groan.
“We want to keep you safe,” said Aubrey.
Melissa continued. ”Does that make you happy?” she asked, “Are you happy you have us, you have me to protect you?”
His voice cracked, adorably. ”s-SU-ure?” he answered, “Yes?” That caused the girls to titter and giggle excitedly, though I could tell he couldn’t make out what they were saying even as they were all - me included - drawing in closer to him. The whole place already looked like a big slumber party from some weird-ass porno.
”So tell me… why?” Melissa pressed. Their gazes were locked, intent on one another.
”Uhhh…” he began, searching for the right answer, “if someone tries to h-hurt me, you’d stop them?”
Melissa shook her head while her words came quickly. “Oh no no no,” she said, “If someone were to try to hurt you I wouldn’t just stop them. I’d absolutely murder them.”
When his smile changed we all felt the electricity. Her own excitement surged and we all began to warm slightly. He was picturing it, we could see, he was imagining what someone with the size and strength of Melissa could do to another human being, and it turned him on. Missy shivered, and needed to squirm her legs below him.
“We all would,” someone else said. I think it was Amelia, at first, but then the others joined in in chorus.
“Yes, cutie…”
“You have us…”
“Your girl army…”
All our voices were echoing off the high ceilings, sounding louder and louder. I don’t know if the others were noticing it but I was watching him flinch.
“Your big pretty bodyguards…”
“We’d fucking kill them.”
Girls were laughing, and onscreen Black Widow was again arguing with Ant Man, who was complaining from deep inside her cleavage. The robots were crumpled and smoldering, beaten, but she still hadn’t unzipped.
Melissa continued to smile, satisfied with the enthusiasm of her girls. ”What else?” she asked him, “What else are you happy about?” The smell of our perfumes, the chlorine in our wet hair, and the lingering tang of wasabi filled the room as we waited for him to answer.
”Uhhhh….” he began, struggling again under the attention of a dozen jigglebunnies. He knew there was a right answer, somewhere.
Josie spoke up to help. ”How about this, Dr. J…say this:” she began, “‘Now I don’t only have one girlfriend, I’ve got thirty…”
Lots of giggles.
”Th-thirty?” he stammered, looking over at Josie.
”Haha yes!” Missy laughed, “Thirty girlfriends! You lucky little guy!”
“So lucky!”
“And soon we’re going to hire more,” Missy added.
“More girlfriends??” someone sang, “OOOOoooo YES!”
“Okay, Fifty!” Josie called.
“Sixty!” offered someone else.
“And the more of us there are..?” said Brittni.
“...the stronger we get?” finished Bobbi.
“A hundred!” called the redheaded Julia, who’d arrived an hour or so ago. She and a couple others were actually standing on the second-floor balcony above us, outside the bedrooms, watching from up there.
“A thousand!!” laughed Stephanie after her, also from the balcony. When’d she get here? I think there were three of our witchy friends up there, too.
Anyway, I felt it myself, for sure - this group of women swelling in strength, excited and energized. We were a unit, a hive, a family - and we were growing. So weird; three months ago you’d have never been able to convince me I’d be hanging out with some of these people. But now, look at all of us. Each one of us that joined the group just makes us bigger and better, makes her bigger and better. Is that what’s making Melissa so strong? I thought, The more of us there are, the more powerful she becomes? I’d seen her, in the parking lot just yesterday, casually pushing one of the construction guy’s pickup trucks out of the way. He’d parked it blocking in her beemer, and she moved the thing like it was nothing.
“A million!”
Does she even realize it?
There was the patter of strong footsteps as several more girls came in from the kitchen, bare feet and high heels, both. Silvia, Nadia and Kori were here now, and had been swimming and looking for wine in the fridge. Bessie had also arrived, still in her BOOMfood uniform and pumps. Among everyone, the growing, giddy crowd, Missy seemed to draw all light and attention to herself. Look at her, I remember thinking, seeing her holding him so small on her lap, I fucking love her.
“A million girlfriends, Jay, how does that sound?” Missy laughed, “Could you handle all those kisses?”
The girls loved that, and we all smushed in closer. The movie still played, and with the doors out to the pool now left open you could hear the sound of the hot tub from outside the room. The floor was damp in places and there were warmly wet towels everywhere, left by the few who had not fully dried their hair. Some of us - oh yeah, me haha - had their towel around their waist.
“We need you, sweetie, to start getting used to having as much physical contact with the girls as possible,” Missy continued, as the pile of girls swarmed in closer still, some crawling onto the couch, across the ground, gathering towards him with the sofa pillows they had brought to sit on the floor, “It’ll help you bond.”
“Yes, bonding. Lots of bonding,” Shanette cooed, pressing her big breasts together in her overmatched blue bikini, causing his eyes to goggle.
“I’m going to need my good morning hug every morning,” Josie offered, pushing a pillow up alongside him, between him and the back of the couch.
“Me too, and a good morning kiss,” said Katie, also adding a pillow to support him and leaning in to smooch him on the lips.
“Bonding…” Shanette cooed again.
“Everyone will need their good morning hug, and their good morning kiss when they come into the office, okay Jay?” Missy charged, watching his eyes follow Katie’s chest up and then rivet to her brilliant smile as she pushed back her thick blond hair.
“Yes lots of physical contact,” I said, moving in myself towards him seeing how hard he obviously was, with a tent pulling the thin blanket up off his hips, “Let’s try it out…”
At that I scootched in for my own kiss, my mouth opening wide - though not nearly as wide as haha I could open it - to take his own. The girls were building pillows around him, attempting to make him even more comfortable as I could taste Katie’s cherry chapstick on his lips. I added my own lipstick to his face, my mauveness, smearing it on him. How do you like that flavor, boy? I then heard him grunt, feeling the surprise when he realized the size of my mouth. I chuckled thinking about how he’d react if he realized I could probably swallow his whole fucking head if I wanted. I grabbed his cock through the throw blanket, and we all heard him groan, everyone giggling as his body tensed into spasm.
“Who’s the best kisser, Dr. J?” I asked, giving him another quick peck, this time right between the eyes. Then I licked him up his face, chin-to-nose-to-forehead. “Me?”
“No no no you have to try us all!” Josie squealed, suddenly leaning in aside me to plant her own lips on his. His eyes had closed, so he couldn’t see how her hair, in the strange way it had started to do over the past week, began to swirl and curl, with a movement of its own. One strand reached out towards me, one towards him, caressed his face.
I sat back and Missy, for her part, just watched and smiled as the entire crowd of us moved in for kisses. His face, I could see, was quickly coated with smears of lipstick, the sheen of glosses, pink and red and shiny. Aubrey, Lakshmi, Brittni and Bobbi. Amelia and Katarina and Shanette. Even the new girls Silvia and Kori and Bessie and the rest got in there, everyone taking their turns on his lips, settling for his cheeks and neck and shoulders, back and belly when needed. He was a-glob with lipstick, all over his body, the girls sitting back to apply more to themselves, to each other, when others slid in to take their place on him and his skin. The blanket, which had been across his hips, was gone. If he’d had on shorts or anything underneath those were gone too, and now it was cock, all cock. Huge throbbing cock again, nearly ten inches of it rising from his weak-ass skeleton. As we kissed him - I’d gone in for seconds, thirds - hands were on him, now. The other girls were cooing and clucking, groaning and texting and taking selfies and group pics with him swimming in his harem, drowning in their lipstick, trying to stay afloat as our mouths sucked him into our depths. In all his glory he was now only weakly twitching and he would have long ago collapsed and flopped over were it not for us all, for the pillows around him, and for Missy’s strength holding him up from behind. She, in fact, finally eased us all away to allow him breath, while we all writhed alongside him, buzzing and squealing. She turned him, gently, pivoting him at the hips and - his chin in hand - took him in for a kiss of her own.
If you’ve never seen a man’s brain melt, it’s quite the fucking sight.
Missy drew him into the kiss, and I could see how his jaw stretched and his eyes widened as she was pushing her huge tongue into him. She moved it around his mouth, down towards his throat, claiming her territory and then, drawing breath herself, began pulling the air from within him. His eyes began to flutter closed. She wanted to take him deeper into herself to make him closer to her. Just as I’d felt the pull, the instinct to eat him, the want to suck him right into me, I could see Melissa was struggling with the same hunger. She wanted him. She wanted all of him. She wanted to suck out all his brains along with his come and all his manhood, leaving him a dribbling pathetic husk. She didn’t want to kill him, she wanted him alive to hug and cuddle and care for. But she would take his breath away. She would control his breathing, filling him with her own oxygen and keeping him alive at her whim. Haha she wanted to do more - I could see, I could fucking see how she wanted to just be able to open her mouth wider and wider and wider and just YOMP - but she wasn’t quite that big yet. What she could do is fucking suck the life out of him if she wasn’t careful, and so she released the kiss before he began to suffer any real discomfort.
“C’mon, Daddy,” she urged, “Come for us...”
The other girls, too, cooed their encouragements. I was chiming in myself, my lips the closest to his left ear.
“Let’s go, you little shit,” I sneered into him, as my mouth all but ate up his ear, “come for us again.”
I was in his left ear, Lakshmi had moved into his right, both of us were purring and slurping and tonguing his brain. Others were between his knees, sliding lips up thighs and around his sac. Hands caressed arms, slid over chest and shoulders. Still Josie stroked him, as Melissa gazed into his failing eyes.
“Go ahead, Jay, it’s okay,” she said, giving him permission. This was her boyfriend, her new man, the love of her life, and she haha was willing to share. We were all his, and he was all ours. “Give yourself to them, Jay, I want you to…”
“Come for us,” we hissed.
“Come for us now,” I said.
My smile grew so huge around his ear when, yes, finally, we all felt him shudder and collapse, like a dying fucking beast underneath us all, this pride of lionesses. When he finally came the girls - and me, and Melissa - all sang his name and Josie pumped and pumped and pumped. We watched him wither, we watched his jaw fall open and his head bob like a marionette on his neck. Though he’d climaxed countless times today, come still rocketed from his dick in gushes and fell onto his chest, into my hair and Lakshmi’s. And then, as she still pumped, Josie sat up straighter and drew his eyes to her tits. She pulled back her shoulders, thrust her big breasts out, straining straining straining at the top of her bikini and waiting waiting waiting for - oh god, there it was, there it fucking was - the warmth, the strength, the power that swelled and there it was she knew it, we all knew it - we were all just about to-
Josie’s top burst, her bikini snapping apart. Her tits ballooned outwards, and Missy began to laugh as he moaned an ‘oh my god’ in the weakest, most pathetically male voice you could imagine. She had begun to grow, we had begun to grow, all around him, visibly. He was watching us and he was watching us fucking grow. Staring at Josie’s burgeoning tits and the swirls of her hair dancing about her shoulders, he was staring into his future and feeling his world close in all around him. “Get ready little man,” I whispered into his ear, “your girls are going to eat you alive…”
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thanks in huge gobs to ResistanceIsFutile for his inspiration, contributions to atmosphere and editing on this one. I’m also using brother Beetlebomb’s render of Dr J…again.
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Dark Elf ; Bikini Warriors ☆ MegaHouse
#bikini warriors figure#bikini warriors#dark elf#megahouse#anime#anime collecting#anime figure#anime figurine#figure#figure collecting#figurine#manga#myfigurecollection#scale figure
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Chestnut Stud across the Multiverse:Amazon Crown
Krillin checked his watch as he waited under the shade of a large tree, waiting for his appointment. It was more or less a tradition he maintained ever since that period of time when he trained for the 23rd world martial arts tournament, particularly around the point he and yamcha,then and chiaotzu went their sewerage ways. Naturally he’d told 18 about this little annual routine of his,to which his ever hot wife understood and more than encouraged him. All she asked for in return as always for every explicit, juicy detail to which he gave a deadpan glance up at the capsule corp camera drone hovering uo around in stealth mode. His attention caught as he saw some bushes rustling and the sound of foot steps as a figure emerged from the nearby forest. Suffice to say if you were to see this person now you’d think only one thing. She was drop dead fucking gorgeous!! The definition of the term of amazonian beauty,as she had the fsce of a supermodel, the curves of a pornstar and the glorious physique of a muscle goddess. Her sculpted arms effortlessly hauling a massive twin-headed axe as her armoured plated leather boots moved with a graceful powerful stride. Her legs exquisite tree trunks of powerful meat with those wonderful hips and thick,juicy thighs sporting exotic tribal tattoos and a flowing mane of platinum blonde hair. Her exquisite physique highlighted and showed off by a scalemail pattern two piece bikini,overall she had the look and aura of someone out of s fantasy adventure novel. Krillin had never quite gotten a name from her, she omly ever seemed to prefer being called by her job title as the bombshell looked his way, noticing him and cracking a soft small smile on her serious yet pretty face. “On time as ever,aren’t we little man? Then again,who am I kidding,like you ever miss this…” The stunner quipped as the compact fighter and off duty cop clad in his turtle school gi as he tightened the blue belt around his waist.
The shortstack martial artist walked behind the woman, eyes glued to her backside as he couldn’t resist drinking in the view. Her powerful back and shoulder muscles flexing snd her bubbly,juicy meaty thing clad ass jiggling and shaking with every step as the blonde babe shot a glance over at him his way. A catlike hum and smile on her face as she blew him a kiss, making him blush. “W-well You know me Amazon, I like to be punctual…” he humbly replied in good humour and nature, blushing as Amazon,as she was known,giggled cute and melodically. Walking with a distinct sway and sashay to her hips. Her meaty thighs rubbing together as she flexed and clapped her booty cheeks. The pair walking deep into lush jungl like greenery around them. A labyrinth of trees, vines and bushes with the odd boulders and ruins here and there. Every year since thst time training for the 3 years until the next tournament Krillin would meet up with Amazon on this,the very date they first met. It was by chance during his wandering snd travelling the world when he had come upon this muscle mountain woman facing a hoard of wild vicious dinosaurs and helped her out of a messy jam. The warrior woman more than appreciated the help snd feeling indebted to Krillin, decided to help him out on his training journey by having him tag along with her in some quests rounding up bandits and hunting down beasts and monsters to slay for food and money. But for the thicc swole work of art who sensually licked her lips at the short ming, this day of the year was something she looked forward to for a different reason. Soon as they came to a nice shaded clearing, the sunlight shining through the mesh nest of leaves snd branches and making the nearby waterfall sparkle as she placed her axe against a nearby tree. Her smile soft,seductive snd sensual as she turned to face Krillin.
“That’s one of the things I just love about You, really. So modest, humble…but so strong..and so…” the muscle queen spoke, her tone becoming teasing, seductive as she reached behind her back and began to undo the clasp to her bra. Removing ti to expose snd flash her naked tits before him. Krillin blushing yet not poking away as this vision of sexy muscular art stripped before him, shedding her gloves and boots, watching on as she hooked the string of her thong,sliding it down her powerful tattooed legs as little web trail of arousal stretched from her slit. The warrior monk turned cop not wasting time as he she’d his gi, Amazon biting her lip sensually as she admired his atlas class muscular body. Those Herculean features of course nothing compared to his cock and balls as the former rose to erectness. The pair of warriors taking in the sight of one another in the nude, their arousal growing as Amazon closed the distance between them, leaning her statuwese frame to his 5 foot own,cupojng his fsce in her hands as she caressed it. “So damn good at making me feel like a woman…” With that said, the platinum blonde stunner pressed her lips to his as she began making out with Krillin, moaning as she felt his hands grab and squeeze her glorious ass. Their tongues dancing as they felt the memories of taste and sensation flow between them and into their bodies. The only sounds between them being the chirping birds and cicadas and the stealth drone watching and recording this union.
You see that day fateful day years ago,on their final week or so together, before Krillin was ready to move in and continue his training journey, as they sat at a campfire together, Amazon had learned he was a virgin. So she decided as a thank you for being such a great fighter and strong companion and the comfort and warmth his presence had brought, she would give him his first time. Her own bit of experience ensured she woild give him the experience to truly become a man and know how to please a woman, but her shock and delight at how surprisingly well endowed he was was quite the surprise and oh how she came to love their union. Long into the night, then the morning and into the very next evening. For a full day, sunset to sunrise to repeat, two or 3 days had it been? The shirt king the muscular bombshell made love, their bond of trust making for a sensual experience,tantric even as amazon’s sexual experience honed krillin’s own quite gifted intuition and instincts as they mated like animals. Amazon had been with her share of men and plenty of women too, often both at once. But that day with Krillin was a whole other matter as every orgasm they shared deepened their bond, as she felt her bidy develope the desire to have him outright breed her. To have him claim her like the alpha male he was and use her as he saw fit, until she was overflowing with his seed and her womb carried his young. Their parting had been a bittersweet sorrow but didn’t become goodbye forever,as they basked in the afterglow and Amazon swore to promise that every year on that day, the two would meet up and spend the day fucking like primal beasts. Suffice to say Krillin more than stuck to that promise to make time and keep to this appointment even long after having married. Hell of course he had to let 18 know about his little tradition snd surprisingly she not only understood but encouraged him to plow thst not piece of ass like he did to her on their honeymoon.
‘That wife of mine,honestly….’18 was one majorly kinky woman who was of the idea thst since he could satisfy her, a cybernetic bombshell with infinite stamina, then ore than one woman was needed to sate his own libido. She practically got off on the idea of him sowing wild oats,but he digressed as he returned to reality to resume making out with Amazon,moaning into each other’s mouths as their tongues danced and swapped spit. Smacking and clapping her ass like a set of bongo drums as she ran her own hands alon his back to his shoulder and torso. Purring as she massaged his muscles, wondering if he’d gotten buffer since their last time together. Before shamelessly purring sensually as she grasped his cock and balls, stroking and jerking thst rigid shaft in her hands. The grip she normally held her axe with applied to his length and girth as she felt her palms and fingers become soaked and slick with his flowing pre cum. Taking delight in his reactions before he in turn coaxed deepthroated moans forth from her as his own hands began to move and caress along gorgeous,muscular form. Shuddering as he cupped and squeezed her glorious tits, tweaking her nipples as he moved his head to nuzzle and kiss those twin orbs,suckling and licking away at them,as he and Amazon moved to kneel together on the soft lush grass. Making out sensually as they groped one another’s bodies. Heavy petting exchanged between them as soon Amazon laid backflat on the ground, purring as Krillin straddled her upper torso, hands grasping her tits as he sandwiched them between his cock. Thrusting and pumping between the valley of that firm,juicy cleavage as she kissed and licked the exposed tip whenever it came near her lips. Before she soon sat up,moving him to sit on her shoulders as her arm and back muscles flexed. Hands grabbing his ass as she shoved his cock into her mouth,deepthroating him right off the bat as her lips kissed the base and balls of his cock. Making Krillin shudder as rode the momentum to commence facefucking the muscular work of art of a warrior woman. Amazon’s moans muffled as she felt her pussy gush with sticky,warm nectar while Krillin pumped his length and girth like her mouth was an oral pussy. Her neck swelling and bulging as his balls smacked against his chin,the force of this fellation making her tits bounce and slap against his toned rear.
Once Amazon had achieved the goal of getting a nice mouth snd face full of his jizz, she was soon on her hands and knees, muscles flexed and tensed as her skin glistened with a luscious sheen of sweat. Moaning and rolling her head,tongue out like the bitch in heat she was as Krillin knelt behind her, his fsce pressed against her loins as his hands grasped and spread her juicy ass. Rimming her pucker and lapping away at her slit as he drank uo her juices. Practically making out with her cooch before deciding he’d coaxed enough orgasms out of her as he adjusted position. Grasping her waist as he lined uo his shaft, running the tip against her not,sloppy pussy and pumped his hips. Amazon throwing her head back to let out an orgasmic howl as she felt that familiar,wonderful sensation of his cock penetrating her, his size enabling him to not just hit her G spot but the entire alphabet as the tip kissed the entrance of her womb. But when he started moving his pelvis like a jackhammer, she truly knew what pleasure was as her ass shook and jiggled with every impact of their loins smacking together. His balls smacking her clit, juices splashing as she grasped the grass, her sensual muscles tensing as her spine arched and her toes curled. The exquisite familiar bliss of mating with Krillin flowing through her body as she the short king commenced the ancient primal dance of man and woman, their little spot in the woods filled with the sounds of their passion. No need to keep count of her own orgasms, only his as every instance of his cock erupting and flooding her womb woild they shift and change position. The warrior woman relishing every instance as he came so much inside her without ever pulling out. His stamina and staying power godly as they made use of their special day to go through their own personal kama sutra of lovemaking positions. The drone hovering unseen as it transmitted to its voyeuristic viewer.
How Amazon loved and cherished every instance of their lewd erotic bonding. Holding hands with her short king as she rode him cowgirl style, his gaze locked on her bouncing tits as she wore a facial expression of sexual ectasy as her juicy bubble butt milked that cock. To wrapping her arms and legs around him as she found him holding her up in the air,arms hooked around her powerful legs he pumped away vigorously into her gushing snatch, their tongues dancing together in a sloppy kiss before they soon rolled around and about in the grass battling for dominance in a mating or Amazon press,pun unintended. The warrior woman accepting her defeat with gusto as either way she won by never losing her union with her stud. Hearts glowing in her eyes as they laid together in missionary, her studly friend with benefits laying atop her as his hips sacked into that hot,overflowing pussy. The platinum blonde hottie wondering if this might yet be the day her little ma would bless her with a child. She woild yet have that army of strong sons and daughters yet but the fact their baby making involved such fun only helped motivate her desire to be knocked up by her short king. The sun at high noon as the lair showed no signs of stopping, as they aimed to go all day and all night to dawn itself. As back in Krillin’s home, 18 sat naked in her bedroom, shamelessly masturbating as she pumped her Warrior Monk dildo into her pussy. Grinning as she moaned without shame and plenty of pleasure as she indulged in her voyeurism. Nothing rocked ehr more tha seeing her little man sow his wild oats,as she glanced at the calendar to see what other regular fuck buddies he had an appointment due. Oh yes,the universe would see plenty of Krilln’s babies and they’d be glorious!, the future would be chestnuts!!
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Storm Collectibles Golden Axe: Tyris Flare (Review)
Introduction:
Here, I'am back with another Storm Collectibles (SC) figure review! Like The King Of Fighters (KOF), they also have the license to make Golden Axe action figures. These figures were made into 1/12 scale with feature numerous points of articulation, interchangeable head sculpts and pairs of hands, and special fighting effect parts. Unlike Blue Mary, Tyris was given with a large boxart since she was also included with a blue dragon figure as her horse riding animal. However, I sold the dragon long time ago since I only wanted Tyris figure so, in this review her blue dragon is absent. Tyris also got identical looking boxart like Mary, to be given with large window plastic so, we can almost see the whole contents. The front part was printed with Golden Axe logo with Tyris Flare name, her classic half body artwork from the Japanese Mega Drive cover, and there is 17+ print that this figure was meant for those 17 years old or above. Well, Tyris is given with a sharp materials that could be dangerous for children. While the back part is mostly shown the figure's promotional photos showing how the figure works.
Contents:
Tyris comes with her main figure, she's included with 2 interchangeable head sculpts in total which the hairs are removable and swappable, 5 pair of hands in total, a blue dragon with separated tails, flame effect for his fire spit which is absent in this review. Unlike Mary, her background paper inside the box is not a diorama stage but, rather a select player poster which is just for the window box view.
Tyris is a woman with a slim build, long red hair, and green eyes. In this figure, she got long dark orange hair to her upper back, dark brown eyes, she wears a white bikini clothing with red trims and red boots. Her bikini were mostly sculpted from her body mold and painted well enough, although there's a little sloppy one. Her skin color is rather red-ish , I guess this shown that Tyris is either a native american or due to her bikini getup she got tanned from her long journey. However, her appearance in the original Golden Axe can be inconsistents depending on her artwork or ingame sprites. She sometimes depicted with blonde hair in most of her artworks but, her ingame sprites her hair is light brunette. Most of the main figure was made from a hard plastic material but, upper torso and crotch were made from soft rubber materials.
Her articulation points consisted movable ball jointed head, torso, arms with bicep cut, single jointed elbow, wrists, legs with thigh, double jointed knee, boot cut, ankles and tiptoe part. Since Tyris is mostly shown to be half naked so, her articulation's mechanism may look ugly on her but, that's action figure so can't expect more unless. The annoying part is her upper torso was made from a soft material, whenever I bend her upper torso her back constantly stucked inside her lower back's gap which made from a hard material. I had to move them carefully to get it back properly.
Tyris was included with 2 head sculpts (HS) in total, first would be her standard serious expression with normal hair down. Second HS is her angry expression with a heavy grit to show how angered she is during her actions with flowing hairstyle. The HS are swappable, you can make her expressions with all kinds of her hair parts. Her hairs consisted between fringe and rear part, the fringe was made from semi flexible rubber materials while her rear hair and head from a hard PVC materials. Well, can't really say Storm actually captured her likeness due to her inconsistencies but, I like how storm added a eyelashes on her. Tyris is looking beautiful for a warrior and loving how Storm made her standard expression looking calm but, when she gets angry she looks intense and realistic with that face wrinkle sculpt. Her normal hair down hinders her head movement but, her flowing hair can make her head move freely.
Tyris comes with 5 pair of hands in total, that would be: fisted hands which was already attached to her main figure, pointy hands which I don't know what are they for but, could be for commanding her blue dragon. Grasping hands for gripping her sword, open splayed and open palm hands for her necessary posing. With the existence of her sword and how she mostly using it, we're mostly going to use her grasping hands frequently. Her hands were also made from semi flexible rubber material.
A little funfact, Tyris was originally included with another pair of open splayed hands but, that hands doesn't seem to make it to be mass produced. However, these hands looks quite identical with her other open splayed hands that was included except with a little different finger gesturing probably....
Lastly, Tyris sword! Tyris is very skilled with a sword but, there's no name given on her sword. Her sword is painted neatly with a silver blade with a gold ornate design near the hilt, although there's a slight misspaint but, it doesn't really bothering me. The hilt has gunmetal gray finishing. Her sword is mostly used for her battle scenes and in some certain ingame sprites, she can actually stored her sword on her lower bikini but, storm doesn't seem to include that feature for her. Her sword is made from a hard plastic and it's very sharp so, you might wanna watch your fingers playing this sword. The sword also appeared to be inconsistents just like Tyris depictions.
Hahahaha... This is a revenge from Tyris after she suffered being a punching bag in Mary's review.
Thoughts: Tyris is my second Storm figure collection and her mobility isn't as good as Mary but, despite her single jointed elbow, I could still make tons of her iconic move lists from her game with no sweat, she's also easy to play. I have to admit, she's not cheap due to her blue dragon's figure but, I'm glad I managed to sold that dragon since I don't have any space to store that extra large boxart and to begin with, I only need Tyris figure because it's very rare to a company made a reimagined classic Golden Axe action figures.
Thank youu for reading!😁🙏🏻
#action figures#toys#golden axe#tyris flare#the king of fighters#king of fighters#blue mary#storm collectibles#storm#collectibles#figure#sega#sega genesis
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author’s note: There aren’t any trigger warnings this chapter! Just a simple intro chapter to the book so I can get better accustomed to writing!
Summary: Ma’liah is a Na’vi individual with her mother being a full omatikaya and her father as metkayina. She is seen by the omatikaya tsahik (the shaman) and experiences spiritual connections to the deity, Eywa. While finding her path, she also finds Neteyam.
Ma’liah’s POV:
I pulled my arrow back, keeping my back straight and my eyes forward. The faint whisper of the wind danced in my ear and I breathed in.
peace.
It was peaceful.
I felt the water rush against my feet as I watched the fish swim without a care in the world. I tightened my grip on my bow before quickly releasing my arrow, ultimately killing the largest fish in the pond. I smiled excitedly and ran to pick up my prize.
I felt the fish still alive and I dropped my my knees, holding the fish in my hands, the water swishing against my thighs. Stroking the fish, I whispered,
"I see you, brother. And I thank you."
I pulled my arrow out and looked up hearing a crunch of leaves only to see Kiri with her brothers.
I stood up and nodded at the siblings, getting out of the water and closer to Kiri who smiled, "Hey, Ma'liah! What did you catch?"
I held up the fish, my straight face turning to the limp seafood in my hands, "I caught a big one for dinner. We were short a fish to feed everyone."
"Do you wanna go explore the forest? The usual route?" Kiri asked softly touching the fish.
"I can't. The Tsahik called upon me to arrive after I drop off this fish." I sighed.
"Why is our grandmother calling for you?" The youngest brother, Lo'ak asked, the others looking towards me for an answer.
If Tsahik hasn't spoken to them about me, there's a reason. My eyes moved back and forth from each sibling before I began my walk to the huts.
"Nevermind that," I held a stare with Neteyam, passing him. "See you at dinner." I continued my walk and heard them talking amongst themselves. Mainly wondering why and how Kiri was friends with me as well as theories on why my presence is needed with Mo'at.
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"Lay down, Ma'liah." Mo'at ordered.
I did as she said and closed my eyes after connecting my braid to the Tree of Souls. I felt her fingers slide against my skin as she rubbed a paste all over me. I loosened the tension around my body and accepted Eywa into me.
Taking a deep breath, my eyes shot wide open and my vision turned white. Many whispers traveled through me until I saw a figure walking towards me. Behind the figure, there was fire everywhere, trees falling and people crying
"My dear....don't shy away from your destiny." A voice echoed.
I furrowed my eyebrows but took steps back until I hit a wall and saw who looked like me.
She stared at me.
She wore a revealing halter/bikini top with feathers dangling just below her breasts and arms with a brown bikini bottom and a brown feather garter and arm cuffs. Her bottoms had feathers flowing from her bottom and a head piece that looked similar to father's.
"You're...me?" I asked, cautiously stepping forward to inspect her more.
She had a black and brown bow with grey feathers accenting it along with tattoos all over her body. One large snake tattoo was trailed around her right arm and a spine tattoo of the Tree of Souls. On her lower back, she had the words "I see you " written.
She was so pretty, I almost got jealous.
"Yes, I am you but you are not me. At least not yet, you aren't. Come." She turned around and began walking and as I followed her, I felt like I was in a daze. We walked towards the fire-y landscape and that's when I noticed the chaos.
"What's going on?" I hissed in shock, hearing the cries of other Na'vi people. Instead of answering, she stopped walking and stared ahead. I stood next to her and watched Ikran warriors flying above and using their arrows to defend but I didn't know what enemy would arrive. That's when I noticed Jake Sully flying above and shouting battle cries as he wields some sort of machinery.
"What is this?" The closer I got to her, the more I felt her--Eywa, calling out to me.
Suddenly, the ground fell apart underneath me, I screamed and reached for anything or anyone before landing in cold water. I tried clawing my way up but future me appeared and suddenly, I felt comfort.
"How long until I can be you?" I asked impatiently. She keeps her head forward, "Do not rush, girl. Change creates transformation which is meant to be cultivated. I am merely a part of who you will become--can become. However, there is trials you must overcome."
"What trials?"
She took my hand and we began swimming, passing by corals and different animals, "You must learn to truly accept your roots and who you are. Learn to be afraid but to never give up." She swam into a large animal's mouth and as I tried desperately to swim to her, the mouth closed before me.
"No! Please! Let her out! I need to know more!" I cried, banging on the fish's mouth until it became very angry and swatted me with it's large fin, hitting me unconscious.
When I awoke, I saw Mo'at chanting, her eyes closed but I felt all my energy drained, I ached all over my body but I didn't know why I was so drained.
She finished chanting and opened her eyes, rushing towards me where she placed her hand on the back of my neck, "What did you see?" She asked, wiping the paste off of me.
"I felt her. I felt Eywa."
I was starving.
Mo'at had left the Tree of Souls after I explained what I saw. She probably went to report it to Neytiri and Jake but my focus was on the fish she left for me. When I tried standing up, I lost my balance and had to hold out my arms against the sacred tree.
I sighed, "What's going on..." I hissed.
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[The next chapter might be posted tomorrow! Thanks for reading and I PROMISE there will be more Neteyam in this story :) I am starting from before the skywalker raid at the beginning of Avatar 2]
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My lovely Shiri is so special. She taught me how beautiful and colorful the world is if you see it through the eyes of gratitude, joy, love and wonder; the eyes of a child.
It’s an ability I’ve long forgotten and she, she was my light in my darkest nights. The way she voices poetry through her words; both spoken and written, from the bottom of her heart is so precious. Truly.
She has the heart of an angel, the voice that is as soft and gentle as cotton candy and as sticky and gooey as honey.
She has the body of a soft fluffy plushie and the aura of a wise warrior and a carefree, giggly child.
She is Duality itself; she is young at heart with a wise soul, she is as snowy white as a pure, elegant and gracefully strong swan and as dark as a mysterious, perceptive and magical raven. She is a fighter just as much as she is a lover. But she fights cleverly, fairly, intelligently, gracefully, tactfully.
My sleepy babygirl loves cuddling me at night when we finish our dinner. Of course, even before bedtime; when I arrive in the evening she never fails to greet me at the door with her bright, dazzling, truly sweet, happy smile and outstretched hands for hugs and kisses.
It makes my heart soar into the clouds with an electrified soul at her preciousness and I can’t help but excitedly and tightly hold my precious angel in my arms. My sweet warm home and comfort in her arms and petite yet soft figure. The innocence of a child and the sensuality of a lady.
After our hugs and welcome back home kisses, we either eat dinner together first and talk about our days and then, if we’re in a romantic mood we waltz together to romantic music and enjoy some fun/interesting/unusual stories of our days and either laugh together or comfort one another and encourage each other.
Or, on other days, after our hugs and welcome back home kisses, we step into the bath together for some relaxation and intimate times (sometimes though when she’s in a no sexual intimacy mood we wear our swimsuits ; I with the loose beach shorts and her with the white bikini top with strawberries and pink, loose, equally long beach shorts. It’s just that she was sa in the past and sometimes her memories trigger her.).
When she’s in a no sexual intimacy mood we fill up the tub with hot water and lots of bath bombs and foam bubbles.
We laugh and play as if we’re Santa Claus (with his white foamy beard) and each of us need to guess what each of us wishes for (ideas for specific fun date activity one of us wishes to experience together or specific practical presents) and while we never try to get a straight answer till after the supposed wish was fulfilled, we are told what they are after the fun couple activity that was guessed has been accomplished.
That way we get to try new, fun and exciting dates together and learn more about each other! Oh, with our soap bubble games we also use bathing gloves (remember, no sexual intimacy mode, but filled with love, tenderness and care) to wash and clean each other in our safe areas while still keeping our gentleness and our loving hearts in our caresses on each other’s bodies. And sometimes also quirky and playful soap bubbles hair ruffles and shampoo head massages without gloves. Pff, she’s just adorable. Love of my life, Shiri.
We also play with soap bubbles machine guns in the garden during our free days on the weekend, especially in the summer. With a water gun too.
We douse each other with water with a water hose sometimes, when we’re feeling extra playful. On those days, I claim our rooftop garden to ourselves only, so we can have our own private date.
With my Shiri, life is always fun and interesting and exciting. Life with her is also very eye opening, calming, warm and sweet. The feeling of the home I never got to experience in my life before I met her.
She created the miracle of me meeting, bonding, cherishing, supporting and loving my childhood self. Encouraging myself like I never was truly taught before.
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The Evolution of Women in Armor: Between History, Fiction, and Popular Culture
The representation of women in armor has gained significant popularity in recent years, largely influenced by Western and Japanese culture, particularly through video games, manga, and cosplay. But where does this fascination with armored female warriors come from, and how have these representations evolved over time?
Video Games and the Rise of Women Warriors in Armor
Modern popular culture has significantly contributed to the emergence of the concept of women in armor, particularly through video games and manga/anime. MMOs (massively multiplayer online games) like World of Warcraft or Final Fantasy XIV (FFXIV) have played a crucial role in popularizing this image. However, this representation hasn’t always been well-received.
In the early days of World of Warcraft and other MMOs, female armor was often reduced to sexualized versions where functionality was sacrificed for aesthetics. These "bikini armors" sparked controversy for imposing a certain vision of femininity on female players, often without offering alternatives. However, the introduction of the transmogrification system in WoW allowed players to customize their armor appearances, alleviating some of the criticism.
In contrast, FFXIV adopted a more pragmatic and egalitarian approach. The game allows female characters to wear full, detailed armor without gender distinction, while still providing the option to choose more revealing outfits if desired. This flexibility has been widely praised and marks a positive evolution in the design of female characters in video games.
Cosplay and the Art of Recreating Armor
Cosplay has also played a central role in the dissemination of this concept. With materials like worbla, a lightweight and moldable thermoplastic, cosplayers can create complex armor replicas without dealing with the weight or cost of real metal armor. Events like BlizzCon showcase the enthusiasm for these creations, where armor inspired by video games and fiction becomes wearable art.
Women in Armor: From Fiction to Historical Reality
But these contemporary representations aren’t entirely disconnected from historical reality. Some women did indeed don armor and fight on battlefields, though these were relatively rare cases. One of the most iconic figures is undoubtedly Joan of Arc. Born in 1412, this young woman, guided by divine visions, took up arms to liberate France from the English during the Hundred Years' War. Her courage and faith enabled her to galvanize her troops and inflict significant defeats on the enemy before she was captured and burned at the stake for heresy. She would be canonized centuries later, becoming a symbolic figure of courage and faith.
Viking women are also often cited in the collective imagination as warriors, though historical evidence is more tenuous. Recent archaeological discoveries have revealed that some Viking warrior graves actually belonged to women, but these cases remain the exception rather than the rule.
In Japan, the onna-bugeisha, women of the feudal nobility, were trained in combat to defend their homes in the absence of men. These female warriors have inspired many stories and representations in manga and anime, where female characters of interest are often endowed with combat skills and impressive armor.
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The Ongoing Controversy: Between Objectification and Empowerment
Today, the representation of women in armor continues to spark debate. Games like Stellar Blade (formerly Project Eve) have chosen to deviate from current trends towards more modest representations by featuring a main character who remains openly and deliberately sexy. This counter-current choice raises the question of whether representations of women should always follow a predefined norm, or if they can instead claim a certain aesthetic freedom.
Moments like Zendaya's appearance in a Mugler armor at the premiere of the movie Dune show how much the concept of women in armor continues to surprise and captivate. With complex details and elements that play on apparent nudity, these creations blur the lines between fashion, art, and armor.
Conclusion: A Concept in Evolution
Women in armor, whether from fiction or history, continue to fascinate by embodying both strength and femininity. As media evolves, this concept transforms, oscillating between empowerment and controversy. What is certain is that women in armor, whether they are cosplayers, video game heroines, or historical figures, continue to captivate our collective imagination.
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