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trashpandato · 1 year ago
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Breakaway
“Lena, this could really be good for the company. Think of the good publicity for L-Corp, sponsoring the biggest women’s cycling race in the world.”
“Sam,” Lena huffs and presses her fingers against the bridge of her nose, “L-Corp isn’t in the business of sponsoring sports events.”
“Yet.”
“We’ve never done anything even remotely similar. Don’t you think it would look a little…desperate? Not to mention suspicious given the timing?”
Sam shifts a little in her seat. “Lena, —”
“Lex’s trial concluded less than six months ago. Any effort to get good press at this point is going to be suspicious. Especially something as blatantly outside of the scope of L-Corp’s usual activities as showing up at some bicycle event. This could actually do more harm than good.”
“You said yourself that you’re trying to move the company in a different direction. You could easily position this as giving back to the community, supporting causes that are, by design, the opposite of what LuthorCorp stood for.”
And Lena can’t really argue with that. She does want to do things differently, from re-naming the company to ending contracts with military suppliers to focussing primarily on research and development projects that would benefit previously underserved communities. But this is a step, or ten, outside of her comfort zone. She doesn’t want to be in the public eye more than she has to be, and she most definitely doesn’t want to be seen as taking advantage of a women’s sports event to bolster her company’s reputation.
“I don’t know.” 
“You don’t have to decide right now. Just, think about it. You’re sponsoring girls in STEM events all the time, and this could be along the same lines of supporting women in areas that are traditionally dominated by men.”
Lena sighs. As always, Sam makes a good point, and as always, she is exceptionally pushy about it.
“Fine. I’ll think about it.”
Later that evening, after Lena has sent off the last few emails dealing with a contract issue with a new subsidiary company in Japan, she clicks out of her email application and pulls up her search engine. If she is supposed to think about sponsoring a cycling event, she wants to know exactly what she would be getting herself into.
Three scotches and a considerable amount of time later, Lena has learned that women’s cycling is woefully underfunded, under promoted and clearly suffers from blatant misogyny of those in charge. She listens to multiple interviews of riders complaining that their races are intentionally shorter than the men’s races because the sport’s regulating body apparently thinks women can’t handle the extra distance. Other than that, the sport seems entertaining enough, and from what Lena can tell, most races are currently dominated by select riders from two or three teams, a fact that speaks to uneven support for equipment and development of new talent across the sport.
While an interview with a sweaty and strikingly good looking blonde cyclist is playing in the background, Lena rubs her eyes and fires off a quick text to Sam.
LL: I’ve thought about it. Go ahead and set up the sponsorship for that race.
On race day, Lena regrets every decision she has ever made that has led her to this point. She gets up extra early that day to deal with a number of important issues at L-Corp, but the morning quickly gets away from her. At noon, she is already so behind schedule that she is tempted to text Sam to cancel her appearance at the race. It’s only the knowledge that her friend would never let her hear the end of it that keeps Lena from hiding in her office for the rest of the day. She leaves L-Corp with barely a minute to spare, knowing full well that she is going to have to work late that evening to make up for the time she is going to spend showing her face at the race.
By the time Lena gets there, the medal presentation is just about to start. A race volunteer quickly leads her to the side of the stage, just out of view of the crowds, where Lena spots Sam.
“There you are,” Sam says, handing her a bottle of water to combat the truly ludicrous heat that has built up under the temporary structure surrounding the stage and podium. “I was beginning to worry that you wouldn’t show.”
“I told you I’d be here for this.”
“Yes, but you missed out on seeing the race action.”
“I'm a busy CEO of a multi-billion dollar international company. I don't have time to watch women in lycra pedal around the city for hours."
“Oh, but you did notice the lycra?”
“Sam,” Lena hisses as her attention drifts toward the woman stepping on the podium to accept the congratulations for the win. She grimaces when she sees Maxwell Lord and Morgan Edge hover near the cyclist, Edge shuffling closer and closer to the woman, sporting his usual sleazy smirk. He must say something offensive—not a big surprise, Lena thinks—because the woman accepting her medal suddenly stiffens and grimaces, clearly trying to remain polite and smile for the cameras while her body language conveys that she’d rather be anywhere else but here.
Lena takes a few swift steps toward them.
“Edge. I see you’ve learned nothing from your recent sexual harassment lawsuit. Do you want me to call your probation officer now or later?”
“Lena,” Edge sneers but he steps away from the woman nonetheless. “What a surprise. I didn’t think this event would want to associate themselves with family members of domestic terrorists. Then again, cycling doesn’t exactly have the best reputation for being a clean sport, so I suppose it fits.”
Lena crosses her arms across her chest and raises a challenging eyebrow. “You realize there are mics everywhere, yes? And that you just insulted the sport you’re supposedly here to champion, and everyone could hear it?”
She watches as a couple of official looking men in suits approach and whisper something into Morgan Edge’s ear. With a huff, he turns and retreats behind the stage to the soundtrack of shocked murmurs from the audience gathered in front of the podium.
Lena almost forgets why she is here when she hears an amused voice next to her ear.
“Thanks for that. Not entirely necessary, but I appreciate it.”
Lena’s head snaps toward the voice and all of a sudden she is looking into the bluest eyes she’s ever seen. The woman, Kara Danvers according to the information the race officials had handed her when she arrived for the medal presentation, looks flushed and a little disheveled, but is smiling brightly at Lena.
“Not necessary? He was practically grabbing your butt.”
Kara shrugs. “Not the first time that’s happened during a podium presentation, and won’t be the last. It’s part of the job, unfortunately.”
“It’s part of your job to be groped by men like Edge?”
Another shrug. “At least I usually also get kisses from the podium girls, so it evens out?”
Lena frowns. “What?”
But before she can get more information, one of the race officials hands her a bouquet of flowers and motions for her to hand it to today’s race winner, congratulate her and move on. Lena obliges. She steps in front of the podium, shakes Kara’s hand and ignores the way her stomach swoops when Kara thanks her and winks, fucking winks. Who does that? 
Lena briskly walks off the stage on the other side, where Sam is already waiting for her.
“You can never do things at a normal level of intensity, can you?”
“I told you I’ve never done anything like this before, so maybe don’t blame me for not knowing the proper etiquette here,” Lena snaps. “You could have warned me that Edge and his greasy buddy Lord would be here.”
“Relax,” Sam chuckles. “You did great. I thought we’d maybe get some decent headlines about L-Corp sponsoring the race, but now the media is going to have a field day with you taking on Morgan Edge in public and defending the reputation of women’s cycling.”
“I did no such thing. He spewed his vile nonsense all by himself.”
“He did, and you took him down a notch in front of one the sport’s biggest names. Who seemed pretty taken with you, by the way.”
“Right,” Lena scoffs. The heat behind the stage is unbearable and she can feel sweat trickling down her lower back, her shirt sticking to her skin uncomfortably under her suit jacket. “Are we done here? I need to get back to work.”
Sam looks like she’s about to say something, maybe to try and convince Lena to stay, but Lena is already five steps ahead of her, finding the most direct path to where her driver is waiting for her with her car. And maybe she’s walking faster than strictly necessary, desperate to get away from the cacophony of noises, people and media equipment surrounding the area, and maybe she should have paid closer attention to her surroundings because when she’s not even halfway to her car, she suddenly collides with a solid body. The force of it bumps her sideways and Lena half expects to fall, but then two warm hands hold her upright.
“Golly, I’m so sorry,” Lena hears and when she looks up, it’s the woman from the podium again. 
Kara Danvers.
She’s still holding Lena up, and they’re standing close, so close that Lena can see faint salt lines on her skin from where her sweat had dried off after the efforts of the race.
Lena blinks, too stunned to say anything for a moment.
“Are you okay? I totally didn’t see you and I barrelled right into you. I’m really sorry.”
Lena clears her throat. “It’s fine. I should be the one apologizing. I wasn’t paying attention.”
“You definitely looked like you’re in a hurry to get away,” Kara says, her voice teasing and light.
“I mean, I do have to get back to the office.”
“Of course. Time is money, and all that. Well, thank you for taking time out of your busy day for this, Ms Luthor.”
Lena is used to people commenting on her wealth and her business, and not always in friendly terms. She wears her professional demeanor and her last name like a shield; one that attracts a lot of unwanted attention, but a shield nonetheless. She doesn’t quite know why, but something about the woman in front of her makes her want things to be different.
“Please, just call me Lena.”
Lena can see the flash of surprise on the other woman’s face, but it is quickly replaced by another easy smile.
“Okay, Lena. I’m Kara.”
Lena nods. “Well, Kara, I should get going. Congratulations again on your win. Maybe I’ll see you around at some other races.”
“If you’re going to do the podium honors again, that’ll be more motivation for me to ride extra fast.”
Kara says this last bit with a laugh in her voice that makes Lena blush a little.
“Alright. You do that, but I really have to get back to work now. Bye, Kara.”
When Sam enters Lena’s office for a budget meeting a few days later, she finds Lena focused intensely on something on her laptop.
“Did you know that these so-called podium girls are almost all university graduates?”
Sam chuckles. “Are you looking for a side-gig?”
“What? No! I just mean, look at this woman, for example.” Lena turns her laptop toward Sam, the screen highlighting one of the blonde women usually tasked with handing over some stuffed animal to the race winner and giving them a kiss on the cheek. “This is Eve Tessmacher. She has two advanced degrees in biomedical science. She could easily work at L-Corp. Hell, she could probably even lead an entire department here, given her qualifications.”
“And?”
“And?! She spends her time following around the race circuit, smiling for the cameras in a dress that’s entirely too short to comfortably walk up the rickety stairs of those podium stages.”
Sam sits down opposite Lena at her desk and sighs.
“I see you put on your judgy pants this morning. What if they made a conscious decision to work at a women’s sports event? What if representing the race organization is important to them? And who knows, maybe traveling around the country and being a part of this is fun?”
“Fun?” Lena pulls up a few videos and turns the laptop back to Sam. “Does this look like fun to you?”
Together they watch a compilation of footage from various podium presentations. The common theme is the presence of handsy middle-aged men who seem to have made it their mission to make any woman involved with the race event uncomfortable, and the “podium girls” seem to be taking the brunt of it. 
Sam winces as she watches one of the women trying to maneuver her body out of the grasp of a particularly persistent man.
“Okay, fine. That looks…unpleasant. But I assume their presence is part of tradition.”
“Mmh. Maybe it’s time to end this particular tradition.”
That gets Sam’s attention.
“And how exactly do you plan to do that? I thought you wanted nothing to do with sports?”
“You did tell me to sponsor this race. And right now, L-Corp is only one of many corporate partners, but we could easily become the headline sponsor for this race series, and then we could encourage some changes. Not to the racing itself, of course. But those ceremonial parts could do with less of the misogynistic bullshit.”
“Does this sudden interest in who gets to kiss the race winner have anything to do with a certain blonde cyclist?”
“What? No. You…why would you even say that?”
“Because I have eyes and I saw how she looked at you when you played the hero and saved her from Morgan Edge.”
“You’re delusional. I don’t, it’s not about that. It’s about making sure these women get highlighted for their actual talents, not just to be eye candy for men with a bottomless Viagra prescription.”
Sam rolls her eyes. “I see what you’re doing. But if you want to explore what it would take for L-Corp to become the main sponsor, leave it with me.”
It takes a few weeks of meetings and contract negotiations, but in the end, Lena gets exactly what she wants. The L-Corp logo is prominently displayed on banners, posters and race leader jerseys. The media has run a few mostly positive stories about Lena’s newfound interest in women’s cycling, complete with a few soundbites from prominent cyclists who seem pleased with seeing some extra funding and attention for their sport.
During a break in the race calendar, Lena asks her assistant to set up a few meetings with the women working for the race organization. With Sam’s words about being too judgy still echoing in her mind, she wants to get a feel for how much of their job is simply about carrying over traditions from the men’s races and how much wiggle room there is for making changes.
In the first three meetings, the women Lena speaks with are polite and careful. Lena doesn’t get much of an answer to her questions, but she does get the distinct impression that the women would welcome a different approach to some of their duties but are too afraid to rock the boat. It’s only when she meets with Eve Tessmacher that she gets a pretty blunt assessment of the current state of affairs.
“So, Miss Tessmacher, what would you say you enjoy most about your role?”
“Oh, you know, we do get to travel around a lot and it’s nice to see different parts of the country. The quirky small towns are the best, usually, even if the accommodations can be challenging there.”
Lena nods. “And if you could change anything about your tasks with the race, what would that be?”
Eve cocks her head to the side a little and hesitates. Lena can sense that all she needs is one more firm nudge.
“I want you to be honest with me, Miss Tessmacher. If there is anything I can do to change your work environment for the better, I will do that. This is important to me. And I promise I won’t tell anyone what you share here.”
Eve blinks a few times but then nods.
“Truthfully, we would all like to see more respect. I mean, you saw what happened when Morgan Edge was at the medal presentation last month. That’s a constant occurrence. I understand that we need to invite local dignitaries when we pretty much hijack their town for a few days. It’s photo op stuff for them, we all get that. But that could be done in a much more respectful way.”
Lena nods and motions for Eve to continue.
“The outfits are a little much. I always feel like a flight attendant from the 1960s. It would be nice to have some leeway there.”
Lena nods again and jots down a few thoughts on a notepad.
“What’s your long-term goal?” she asks. “Career-wise, where do you want to be in five years?”
At that, Eve lets out a small giggle.
“Is this a job interview?”
Lena looks up from her notepad and raises an eyebrow. “Well, I do know that you have the education to work in R&D here at L-Corp, so if you want this to be an interview, I can make that happen.”
There’s a shocked expression on Eve’s face that is enough to make Lena backtrack slightly.
“Or we can set up an interview for you another time. To give you more time to prepare.”
“Really?” Eve asks, her voice pitched higher than before.
“Absolutely. When you leave here, talk to my assistant, Jess, to set something up.”
“Thank you so much, Miss Luthor. I have to admit, this is not what I was expecting when you called me in for a meeting today.”
“I’m trying to change things for the better, Miss Tessmacher. Both here at L-Corp and at the races, though my influence is a bit more limited there. But I do see that the women representing the race organization are generally overqualified for the task and I’d be more than happy to facilitate a move to other opportunities for those who want that.”
Eve nods but lets Lena continue: “I also want to change things for those who want to stay with the race. Make it more comfortable. No more handsy old men. Better pay. A safer work environment. I really appreciate your candor. You’ve given me exactly what I need to get started.”
From there, Lena gets to work. Her legal department helps draft language that makes it clear to anyone who is part of the podium celebrations that any inappropriate behaviour will result in immediate legal action. She re-assigns two of the podium girls to observe and enforce the new rules if necessary. Several others, including Eve Tessmacher, line up interviews for part-time positions at L-Corp that still allow them to participate in race events if they so choose, and she removes most of the existing stipulations around work attire. Finally, Lena highlights that in order to set clear boundaries, no one should be touching or kissing the winning racers beyond a congratulatory handshake.
It takes a few weeks for all the changes to be implemented, but the impact is immediate. The race series makes waves not just in the sports media, but bigger outlets start featuring the changes and run headlines like “L-Corp race series moves away from outdated traditions” and “Is women’s cycling finally stepping out of the shadows of men’s racing?”
Lena thinks the coverage is a little overblown but it’s still nice to see articles about L-Corp that don’t even reference her brother at all.
Over dinner one evening with Sam, she takes a sip of her wine and sighs.
“You know I don’t admit this very often, but you were right.”
“About?” Sam probes with a smirk on her face.
“You know what I’m talking about. The race sponsorship. The media coverage for L-Corp has been great, stocks are up, the board is pleased with it all. Thank you for pushing me to do it.”
“You’re welcome. But also, I really only said you should do a small sponsorship. You turned that into practically taking over the race series in order to impress Kara Danvers.”
“I did no such thing,” Lena huffs.
Sam simply smiles and clinks her glass against Lena’s. “Whatever you need to tell yourself to sleep at night. But you really should ask her out at some point.”
Thankfully, their waiter interrupts the conversation then, and Sam sticks to talking about Ruby and their weekend plans for the rest of their dinner.
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It’s a few weeks later when Lena finds herself back on stage next to Kara Danvers, handing her another bouquet of flowers and a medal for sprinting to an impressive win at a race around National City’s harbourfront. It’s a bit of deja vu, but Lena is happy to see that the overall atmosphere on stage is that of respect and professionalism for all involved.
When she hovers near the edge of the stage after the ceremony is over, Kara walks over to her with determined steps.
“I hear that it’s you we have to thank for the much more relaxed vibes at the medal presentations now?”
“All I did was establish compliance with current labour laws. I don’t want L-Corp to get pulled into a lawsuit over one of these groping incidents.”
Kara nods. “Ah. Well, even if you only did it to protect your company, I appreciate it. Thank you!”
“You’re welcome.”
“I do miss getting a kiss on the cheek for winning, though.”
And maybe it’s the glass of champagne Lena had while she was waiting for the medal presentation to start, or maybe it’s the heat or a combination of both, but suddenly she has no control over the words that tumble out of her mouth.
“I can provide the kiss if you’re amenable to that.”
The laugh that bubbles out of Kara’s chest is loud and bright when she says: "You know, if you wanted to be the one to kiss me exclusively, you could have just asked me out on a date. No need to go to all that extra trouble of making changes to the races." 
Lena blushes. “Okay. This is me asking.”
There’s a moment where Kara only blinks, and it’s obvious to Lena that for all her teasing and bravado, she clearly didn’t expect Lena to play along. She’s about to backpedal when Kara stands up a little taller, smiles and holds out her hand.
“Then let’s go. Let me show you how many carbs I need to eat to fuel top performances. And if you’re into it, I might even show you my tan lines later.” And then she winks. Again. 
All Lena can do is laugh and loop her arm through Kara’s. “Alright. Show me.”
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vhalesa · 10 months ago
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Guess who continued watching the cycling anime? Just that this time I drew diakko...
One of my friends has written a cycling au fic for them: read on ao3
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khorazir · 2 years ago
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The Slipstream books have arrived.
I’ve already packed the first batch of preorders (Germany) and put them in the post. The international ones will follow shortly. If you haven’t ordered your copy yet, you can do so following the link below (only 40 copies have been printed). The story will remain available on AO3, of course. I’ve updated all chapters there and replaced them with their recently edited versions.
https://khorazir.storenvy.com/products/36466203-slipstream-novel
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agentperezbian · 6 months ago
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I'm curious. Tag this with your sexuality and what your favorite M/F ship is.
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andrewminyardslawyer · 3 months ago
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PSA for those writing coffee shop AUs, bakery AUs, etc.
I have worked in the food service industry for 20 years and I just wanted to make an informational list of common mistakes or misconceptions I see in writing about said industry. Not trying to be a jerk, just thought I would try to make a helpful list! I will add more if I think of any and please feel free to ask any questions you may have!
- it's cookie dough, not cookie batter. Doughs are for thicker stuff, typically something you can pick up in your hand (cookies, bread). Batters are more liquid and pourable (cakes, brownies, muffins)
- one person cannot make all the products from scratch and bake everything themselves unless they are a very slow business. Most of the time someone has a specific thing they do weather it's focused on specific products or split up like one person does the batters/doughs, one person preps and bakes, one person decorates. Sometimes one person does multiple things but generally not every single thing every day by themselves
- Front of House = people interacting with customers like barista, waiter, person at the register. Back of House = people making the food (line cook, baker, etc), dish washer (the worst job in the world, I salute all dishwashers everywhere)
- if they're doing stuff like bagels, doughnuts, breakfast pastries, cinnamon rolls, bread, etc they are there EARLY. Depending on the product some people start working at 2 in the morning. I saw a published book that had someone making dozens and dozens of cinnamon rolls from scratch in like one hour. Not possible even though I wish it was
- frosting, icing, and glaze are all different things. Frosting is the thicker stuff you see on cakes and cupcakes. Icing is typically for cookies, especially the decorated cut out sugar cookies. Glaze is thin, like what you get on doughnuts
- 99% of people who work in the food service industry will immediately go home and shower. I've seen lots stories where the character gets done at work and goes out. You are covered in various substances with powdered sugar in places you didn't know it could get, a shower before Literally Anything is a must
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daeyumi · 6 months ago
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made a fake boxart for my zelda au 🌟💫
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andriahh · 1 year ago
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trc twitter au ✨
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ruporas · 6 days ago
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biting throughout october + halloween costumes (ID in alt)
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runningwithscizzorz · 3 months ago
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I'm not sure if it was ever asked before, but what does the Wanderlust AU entail? Or is it a situation where more will be revealed in time?
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It's an AU where, after defeating and converting Narinder, Nour imprisons and tortures the bishops for decades after releasing them from purgatory. Nour is slowly being taken over by the crown and even starts abusing Narinder, so he leaves them to travel the world. Nour pulls a redemption arch (kind of) in his time away and frees the siblings (kind of) but then literally magically gives birth to twin shittens a few years later. In their panic to keep the twins safe, Nour consumes the four crowns of the bishops, and has to start battling the island from trying to swallow itself whole because whoops, silly lamb messed with the forces of nature a little too hard and refuses to give up the crowns. Narinder comes back after pulling a "I miss my wife tails, I miss her a lot", meets his surprise kids, and he and Nour try to make up with eachother while also fighting about Nour inevitably destroying the entire world.
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hinamie · 5 months ago
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i think the designs of the main cast r more or less solidified so it's time for the first not-a-sketch piece of this au featuring past and present avatars ! and their cat
jjk atla!au:
preliminary designs first year trio gojo/choso/nanami mahito/geto(?)/yuuta
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hexadonis · 17 days ago
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finally finished the band au comic i’ve been working on forever,,,context in tags
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kaysdenofchaos · 3 months ago
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TMMT: Style Guide + WIP
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i love trying to animate things with absolutely no base skill whatsoever
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diejager · 6 months ago
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Cougar monster reader in heat with the boys
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Cw: implied smut, heat/mating cycle, musk/scent kink, teasing, tell me if I missed any.
It had snuck up on them, like a feline in prowl, stalking from the shadows and only making itself known when it pounced, striking with ferocity and danger. The signs were subtle, sneaking under their nose when they were around you. They were easily forgotten, something that went past their heads without so much as an ounce of concern because it could easily be mistaken for another thing. 
The slight change of scent on your skin, sweeter than usual, but unsurprising when your arrival was so turbulent, changing scents crashing over them like waves, switching between sweet and sour, bitter or salty. The perspiration that clung to your skin, smelling of sea salt and musk, was easily mistaken for exhaustion, sweat that collected from your hours spent at the gym, lifting, pressing and sparring. And your fidgeting wasn’t as abnormal as it was, you were a solitary animal and being introduced to a crowded Task Force made you anxious.
It went without any trouble - much trouble, since you were often struggling with how touchy and open they were - for another week before those subtle signs grew, blaring a bright red in their faces. It hit them in the face with a hard slap, shocking them like a bucket of freezing water would, and your change had them struggling and worried.
Your scent was cloying, overly sweet in your frustration, hauntingly seductive and taunting, calling to them with every small sniff of your musk. The perspiration they once chalked up to sweat from exercise was now connected to the heat that brewed in your guts, a boiling fire that caused your temper to flare. Then your fidgeting had grown to affection and noise, you yowled lowly, purrs rumbling out of your throat, small feline sounds that confused most that weren’t familiar with one; and you were touchy, running your hands over their arms, clinging to them with flickering ears and a swaying tail, fluttering your lashes with wide and dilated pupil. 
“You’re in heat, Hunter,” Horangi bemoaned, his nose scrunched up under his mask, willing - and failing - his body to stop reacting to you. He had formed a bond with you, and succumbing to your teasing and obvious signs of courtships would probably break away all the effort he put in to know you, find a way into your heart as much as you did with his mind, body and soul. 
“Need you, ” you mewled, nuzzling the crook of his jaw, nose running down his glands and nipping at him, your wet lips trailing kisses up and down his throat, “It’s too hot. Frustrating.”
Your persistence was cracking his wall. Your small, kitten licks, the gentle nicks of your sharp canines and the rumbling of your purrs where weakening his resolve, coupled with wandering hands and the curl of your tail around his, wrapping himself around you like a snake, he was a prisoner of his own body and needs. He was so close to throwing all his self-restrain out the window, to pin you against the floor and growl in your face, forcing you to bend and fold to his whims in the middle of the TF’s rec room. Horangi wanted to fuck you, his mind running circles with crazed thought of breeding you here and then, filling you up until he leaked out of you and was sure he’d knocked you up.
“Horangi,” you pawed at him, your hot breath hitting his bobbing Adam’s apple, feeling his patience thinning and thinning. 
You would be the death of his restraint and patience. 
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khorazir · 2 years ago
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News on my upcoming Slipstream book
With about five more chapters to edit, the book version of my Tour de France AU Slipstream is (slowly) nearing completion. Above is a layout sketch for the binding. I hope to get the book ready for print before the end of March.
However, I got a bit of a shock when I checked what printing is going to cost. The book is going to be comparable to the book version of my fic Enigma, which means hardcover, 17 x 24 cm, over 500 pages printed full colour with at least one illustration per chapter (the Slipstream book will have a map and graphics of altitude profiles for the various stages, too). Prices have risen so much that I’ll have to pay about a third more to get the story printed compared to Enigma, meaning that copies of the book sold at cost would be between 35 and 40 US$ (plus postage, which isn’t cheap for international shipping, either).
Now I wonder whether people would actually be willing (and able) to pay that much. I’m thinking of having between 30 and 50 copies printed. The higher the number, the cheaper the single book will get, but I doubt there’d be demand for more than 50 in total.
So ... if you’re interested in your very own copy of Slipstream and not put off by the price, please let me know so that I can get a better idea of how many copies should be printed. As always, I will give away a few copies, too. And the fic will of course remain avaible on AO3.
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stringcage · 3 months ago
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If trb were girls Adam would be like 'god I hate how Gansey can get away with wearing no makeup and still look glamorous even though she could afford all the best products, not like me I need to use this drug store shit on my face just to slightly keep up and so people will treat me with respect' and Gansey would be like 'if I didn't have all these expectations upon me to be the perfect daughter and the perfect classmate and the perfect girl I would be able to just express myself like how Adam does I love Adam her eyeliner is so cool I want to be cool like Adam'. And Ronan would be like 'eyeliner tastes so sexy let me chew on this liquid liner pen and pretend I'm licking it off their eyelids'
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happypeachsludgeflower · 2 months ago
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So, in PIDW, there was obviously wife plots that could bring back the dead (mushroom body being one of them), and since we know Airplane is a hack that reuses concepts over and over, there’s probably multiple wife plots that could work, so like, where’s the PIDW fics where Liu Qingge somehow comes back to life, memories of Shen Jiu trying to save him intact, and goes to hunt the asshole down so he can repay his life debt, and along the way accidentally clears Shen Jiu’s name of all his crimes and now everyone is convinced Shen Qingqiu is a saint.
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