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mariaofdoranelle · 1 year ago

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URDAD - part 3

Glucose: sticking to you

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If you were wondering why I wasn’t posting snippets, it’s because this has no plot lol

Warnings: NSFW

Words: 3,2k

Aelin was acting so naturally Rowan could think this was an everyday thing for her.

It kind of was, to be honest. Aelin was just your regular hot girl in her tiniest bikini, reading her Kindle while lying sideways by the pool, in a lounge chair. Everything was perfectly fine, if Aelin ignored the fact that she couldn’t breathe, since she was trying to hide the lower belly pouch her swimwear was outing.

Yesterday’s promises of seeing each other at dinner didn’t happen, since Rowan stayed until late at the hospital for a surgery, assisting the oncologist with some tissue analysis. But now it was Saturday, he was making barbecue, and she had an entire day to work on her seduction plans.

“Do dogs eat raw meat?” Rowan asked from the grill.

Aelin had a joke about her not being the vet, but let it die on the back of her mind. Imogen was the only vet they knew, the traitorous bitch she used to call a best friend. She didn’t deserve to be mentioned on barbecue day.

“Fleetfoot doesn’t,” Aelin replied instead.

“Huh.” Rowan frowned at the dog. “I think she wants some.”

Indeed, Fleetfoot was sitting by Rowan’s foot, her tongue out while she flailed her golden tail. The smooth fucker.

“She’s not asking yet, she’s just being cute to prepare you for when she actually asks for it. Like when a kid does the dishes before asking the parents to go out.”

Rowan opened his mouth, then closed it and shook his head, focusing back on the grill. She wanted to ask what he was thinking about, but stayed silent with the possibility of it being something about his own kid.

Aelin was bitter, but it was understandable if Rowan didn’t want to get involved in that fight. Even if his daughter is a two-faced liar who slept with Aelin’s loser boyfriend.

Rowan pointed at her with his chin. “What’re you reading?”

Aelin’s cheeks heated, so she hid her face behind the Kindle. “A book.”

“What book, Aelin?” he asked in a playful tone while sauntering her way.

“Um.” She cleared her throat. “The Knight’s Sword.”

He stopped by her side and raised his eyebrows, looking surprised by her answer. “That sounds nice. Is it action?”

“It does have a lot of action, yes.”

“Are you liking it?” Rowan picked his phone up. “I can’t remember the last time I read something that wasn’t about work.”

“No!” Aelin blurted, her heartbeat racing.

“What?”

“The sword is a metaphor! Not in the whole book, but—“

“A metaphor indeed.” Rowan’s eyebrows went higher than she’d like. “This armor from the cover doesn’t look safe, by the way. The knight’s abs aren’t even covered.”

“Dr. Whitethorn.” She held her chin up, despite the embarrassment. “Do you have something against my half-naked knight or the use of his metaphorical sword?”

“Not at all.” He held both hands up, then sat on the lounge chair next to hers. “So…” he trailed. “Knights, huh? That’s your thing?”

“It’s fun to read, but not my thing.” She leaned back on the chair and bit back a smirk. “I like doctors better.”

“Yeah?” Rowan straightened his posture, his carefully casual expression barely hiding his attentive, eager eyes. “Tell me about it.”

“Why are you so interested in my reading habits, Dr. Whitethorn?”

Rowan’s mouth was ajar as his eyes scanned her exposed body, and—

“ROWIE!” a familiar voice shouted from the side of the house. “ Did you get a dog?”

Aelin froze. As far as she knew, there was just one person in the world who called the ever-so-serious Dr. Whitethorn ‘Rowie’. He muttered something to the sky, then turned to Dr. Moonbeam’s approaching figure, holding a very heavy Fleetfoot like she were a baby.

”This yours?” He wiggled the overjoyed dog in his arms.

Aelin waved. “Mine, actually.”

Fenrys’ face snapped towards her, his mouth opened in surprise for a second before it turned into a smirk. “Look who’s here!” He tilted his head at Rowan. “I didn’t know you were throwing a party.”

The owner of the house pinched the bridge of his nose. “Neither did I.”

After putting Fleetfoot back on the floor, Fenrys handed Rowan two supermarket plastic bags. “I brought salad!”

Aelin burst a laugh into her hand, but Rowan just stood there, looking at his friend as if he couldn’t believe this was real. “Do you call a bunch of packed, unwashed ingredients, a salad?”

“Chop chop, cook boy!” Aelin called, her eyes glued back on her smutty book.

He shrugged. “I can do that.”

“No!” Rowan blurted with a finger up, “You’re not getting anywhere near my kitchen knives.”

Fenrys’ jaw went slack. “I’m literally a surgeon!”

“Good for you,” the unwilling host called on his way back inside the house. “My kitchen isn’t your OR.”

When Rowan was out of view, she relaxed back in the lounge chair, letting her little pouch out. She’d never underestimate again how good it feels to breathe.

Aelin noticed Fenrys’ curious gaze on her, so she squinted her eyes at him and said, “Do you always visit people without letting them know you’re coming?”

What she really wanted to ask him: Do you always crash into other people’s seduction plans? Do you delight in possibly cockblocking your best friend?

“I don’t need to announce myself to the owner of the house,” Fenrys said around an air quote. “Rowan should be glad he has some company that isn’t biopsy samples or Mora, the Microscope.” He narrowed his eyes on her. “And you, apparently. What are you doing here?”

“I’m trying to seduce the owner of the house, “ she hissed through her teeth, arms crossed. “and you’re ruining it.”

“Gods, Aelin.” Fenrys tilted his head in mock confusion, not hiding his smirk. “I didn’t know the rent prices were that bad.”

Aelin shrugged and casually mentioned, ”I became homeless after the person I lived with cheated on me with the person I was going to live with.” She sighed, feigning nonchalance. ”So I announced my body in the Doctors’ notice board and moved in with the one with the biggest pool.”

“What? When was the announcement?” Fenrys glanced at the backyard and threw his hands up. “I demand a review of this decision, my pool is bigger than his!”

“Request denied.” Aelin picked on her nails, trying really hard to not laugh. “Fleetfoot’s already settled, and she doesn’t like the moving fuss.”

Fenrys slowly shook his head. “So you chose the doctor you have to work so hard to seduce it made you gave up on breathing, and not the one who’s been hitting on you for months?” his tone was playful despite his words, Fenrys’ trademark smirk on.

Aelin gasped, and she was ready to defend herself, but was interrupted by a sizzling sound coming from the grill.

Rowan was retrieving the meat and placing it on a tray, his movements sharps as he frowned at the barbecue as if it’d offended him. How in hell did they not see him coming back from the house?

If Fenrys was worried about how much Rowan heard of their conversation, he didn’t show. Instead, he was telling all the juicy gossip about the hospital’s love quadrangle, and how all four of them ended up in HR.

Aelin just stayed there, nodding and asking questions about it, ignoring the fact that Rowan had shut down after listening to that conversation. He only talked with them through noncommittal grunts while answering someone, but the barbecue was delicious, its charred scent filling her senses, and the sun was burning through her UV-protected skin. This was all she needed, not some weird grumpiness of a man who she’d already been clear with about how she felt.

Fleetfoot didn’t mind it, though, as long as Rowan—everyone, actually—kept giving her meat. The dog ate like there was no tomorrow, then napped by Aelin’s foot for a few minutes and jumped in the water.

“Fleetfoot!” she called, hurrying to the edge of the pool. “Come back here right now!”

That stubborn dog purposefully swam away from her.

”It’s fine,” said Rowan, despite his grumpiness today.

Aelin gave him a pointed look. “Your pool is going to be filled with dog hair.”

He waved her off. “The pool guy will come to clean it either way. At least someone’s swimming in the meantime.”

Fenrys grabbed Fleetfoot’s tennis ball and tossed it into the pool. “Go get it, girl!”

When her dog swam to retrieve the ball, as happy as she could be, Aelin’s shoulders dropped in resignation. “Fine,“ she relented, “but I’ll get a towel so she doesn’t wet the rest of the house.”

Aelin had been here for just two days, so she didn’t know where the towels were, but she did know Rowan kept some neatly folded ones in the guest bathroom. She stopped in the hallway, uncertain. Would he be okay with her using expensive-looking towels with the dog? He didn’t exactly give her rules about Fleetfoot—

Before she knew it, Aelin was being pulled by the arm and pressed up against the wall.

Fucking finally, she thought as she took Rowan in, caging her body with both forearms against the wall and hovering over her.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he said in a low, authoritative tone.

Forcing out a carefully innocent tone, Aelin asked, “What do you mean?”

Rowan just scanned her half-naked body and cocked his head at her, and right then, something about his forest-green eyes looked dangerously close to combustion.

Aelin bit her lip, toying with the ends of her hair. “Never seen a bikini, Doctor?”

“You and Fenrys seemed awfully close today,” he grunted, changing the subject. “And however long he’s been hitting on you, I’ve wanted you longer.”

“Yeah?” Those words and their gush of air against her skin sent a long shiver through her spine, spreading to her tingling limbs. “Does that mean you’ll fuck me tonight, Doctor?”

He touched their foreheads, his breath ragged. “Are you sure? You know I’m—“

“Shh.” Aelin caressed his cheek with her thumb, their breaths mingling. “We can deal with her,” she said, knowing Rowan was aware she meant his daughter. “And guys my age never touched me like you do,” Aelin whispered, “I don’t think they could.”

Then he grabbed her face with both hands and kissed her. His lips were exploratory as he pried hers open, and Aelin melted into his touch, tangling herself in his arms and letting his tongue do whatever he wanted to.

She was out of breath and out of mind, massaging his tongue with hers and pressing their chests in search of any sort of friction. Aelin wasn’t, in any way, ready for when he broke the kiss.

Rowan was panting, their foreheads joined as he gripped her bare waist with both hands. “I should get rid of Fenrys.”

“Killjoy,” Aelin taunted, breathlessly chuckling against his lips. “He’d love to join.”

His firm touch turned into a pinch on her side. “Let’s see if I can find some good use for that tongue of yours.”

Aelin squealed from the attack, stepping away, and stood taller now that she was distant enough for him to fully look at her body.

Rowan leaned one arm against the wall, looked at her up and down and said in a low, raspy tone, “And if you’re trying to impress me, I like my women better when they’re able to breathe.”

“Noted,” Aelin said, her face heating on the spot as she relaxed her lower belly.

When he left to the backyard again, she went looking for his bedroom. Aelin hadn’t entered it before, but at least she knew where it was. He kept it all in earthy tones, with white walls, dark wood furniture and touches of green. The only bright colors were from his books, and she was almost sure Rowan was the only person to keep literature about bacteria in his room the same way normal people did with fiction books.

The sound of footsteps down the hallway made her sit on the side of his bed, thrusting her chest out and supporting herself with one arm.

“Hello, Doctor,” she purred when he walked in.

Rowan’s eyes darkened, and he strolled her way with powerful, purposeful steps. Instead of leaning in to kiss him, Aelin lied on the bed, luring him to join her.

“You look so pretty all spread out in my bed.”

“Do I?” She toyed with the string of her bikini top, teasing him further with a suggestive grin.

That was enough to make him stop looking and close their distance, kissing her mouth with a lot more hunger than he did before. He was crushing their bodies together, his hands going a lot further than her waist and neck. Aelin was squirming against him, her knees weak and her hips on fire as he played with her lips, kissed her neck, then went back to her mouth again.

Rowan’s hand that was cupping her breast put the bikini top aside for him to lick, nibble, flick his tongue against her breasts.

“Fuck,” Aelin moaned, untying the string of her two-piece and wrapping her legs around him, desperate for any type of friction.

Rowan stumbled away to get his clothes off, but she followed to help him undress. With no small amount of appreciation, she took his t-shirt off and slid her palms against his sculpted torso. Her hands went up, before she slid them further down and yanked his trunks and underwear down at the same time.

“Oh, Doctor,” she breathed with parted lips at the sight of his hard, bulging cock.

Aelin stroked it once, twice, before Rowan took her chin and commanded, “Your turn.”

She took a step back, untied the other string and threw her bikini top on the floor, every one of her moves intentionally provocative. Rowan’s eyes betrayed every thought going through his head as they roamed through her mostly naked body, then stopped on her heavy breasts, his hands going up and down with lazy movements around his cock.

“All of it,” he added.

Aelin turned around, and with her back to him, she bended a lot more than necessary to take out her panties. But before she finished, Rowan picked her up and threw her back on the bed, making her squeal with surprise.

“You brute!” she complained while getting the panties off her ankles. Gods, he didn’t even let her finish the little show.

Rowan was hovering over her, his face unyielding as he grasped her chin and said, “You’re going to sit on my face.”

All of Aelin’s breath left her chest, and now she was nothing but the burning sensation spreading from her hips, taking over her whole body. She flipped them around and sat on him, but not in the way he suggested. Instead, she decided to face the other way, giving her enough leverage to suck him while she did the same to him.

He slapped her ass in approval and mouthed her pussy. Aelin let out a long moan when he first licked her clit, writhing herself against his face. But then she licked the tip of his cock, making him grip her hips harder as she flooded him with sensation as well.

Everything he gave her, she gave back. It was like a game, teasing around each other’s pleasure. Aelin took him deep into her throat, making him hiss and lose his focus on her, then he’d plunge a finger inside her while working on her clit. If it made her stop to moan, or she countered and groaned around his cock, giving him an extra layer of sensation, he’d win either way.

That is, until Rowan added another finger and added extra pressure to her already swollen clit, sending Aelin over the edge. Aelin’s gut tightened and her legs were shaking around his face, all while her vision blurred and she took his cock out of her mouth to moan his name.

She fell like a cartoon by Rowan’s side once her climax was over. “Just give me a second.”

“Any time you want.”

He wrapped his arms around her, taking her lips again and making her taste herself in his mouth. The kiss was warm and long, but Aelin pulled him on top of her before it got too long.

Rowan put a condom on and, hovering above her, took a strand of hair off her face. “Are you sure?”

Aelin grabbed his hair, forcing him to look at her. “For the millionth time, yes. Seriously, what does it take to get fucked around here—“

He thrust into her before she could finish the sentence, turning it into strangled gasps as Rowan stretched her whole.

“You alright over there?” he asked when she was filled all the way in.

Aelin’s breath was ragged, but she still found enough strength to tease him. “You think I can’t take you?”

Rowan’s eyes sparkled, and he started slow and deep, fucking her as if he had the whole day to use her. Probably because he had. It wasn’t her preferred pace, but it was really good. Aelin’s pleasure was slowly building, and she was arching her back to meet him deeper.

“Got yourself settled, baby?”

She hummed, holding back a lazy moan with her eyes closed, savoring the moment.

“Good.”

Then he plunged into her, turning their lazy pace into a hungry, merciless rhythm. Aelin cried out, her nerves on fire while she clutched his back and writhed her hips against his. As if this wasn’t enough, Rowan spread her legs, putting them up in a V-position and changing their angle enough to make her scream.

He was panting on top of her, but still said, “No sass now?”

The closest thing to a response Aelin managed was a string of curses. He was spreading her open in every sense of the word, and she was shamelessly pushing against his thrusts, her legs trembling near her head. Aelin’s muscles were tight, her skin burning and prickling with nothing but lust as she moaned and writhed and screamed his name each plunge.

She felt her peak coming, and Aelin clenched around Rowan’s cock, making him roll his eyes with pleasure and curse. They both lost composure, his hips stuttering as she went still and felt shockwaves gripping her body, moaning and holding onto each other as they were pushed over the edge.

Rowan fell by her side, then held her after disposing the condom.

“You alright?” he asked, searching for every cue in Aelin’s eyes.

“Perfect.” Her face was nothing but post-orgasm bliss. “Do you mind if I take a nap?”

What could she say? Rowan said he’d have his way with her, and he did so bad she was about to pass out in his bed, in the best way possible.

“Please do.”

“Okay.” She closed her eyes and opened them again. “You can wake me up in, like, 10 minutes for round two.”

Rowan chuckled, hugging her closer. “You know I won’t.”

She lifted her head to squint her eyes at him. “I’m serious. If not for sex, I need to wake up so my dog doesn’t starve to death.”

“If I had to come up with possible causes of death for Fleetfoot, starvation is be the last one I’d consider.”

Aelin gasped. “Are you calling me a bad mother?”

“Shh.” Rowan kissed her forehead. “I thought you wanted to sleep.”

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canonmisogynyvictimstournament · 1 year ago

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PROPAGANDA

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

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

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

This show is about girl power btw.

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

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

CHI-CHI (DRAGON BALL)

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

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

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

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

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

#polls #round 2 #week 3 #new #cw child abuse

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the-lightning-strikes-again · 1 year ago

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Lotura Week 2023 Day 3 - Beach Day Bliss / What's the Weather

Sun and Water

Emperor Lotor of the Galra peeked out from behind the curtain of the changing room, cheeks visibly heated. “And you’re sure this is…socially acceptable clothing in human environments?”

Princess Allura leaned against the wall in her bright pink bikini and glittering sarong, admiring her own suit. “Oh, very.” She leaned in and added, “I think it’s freeing after so many years stuffed into thick clothes and armor. Don’t you?”

The alien man’s slit eyes narrowed, and his blush deepened. “The Galra do not…show themselves in this way. Typically.”

“Are you afraid to partake in opening swimming? How then do your people ever enjoy an ocean or a sea?”

“We have swimming suits,” he complained, “and do not trounce about half-naked.”

“But such dress doesn’t mean nakedness here,” Allura said as she placed a hand on her hip. “Come on, if I can do it, surely you can as well. I thought you said you like exploring new cultures, besides.”

He made a noise in the back of his throat, then disappeared behind the curtain again, mumbling under his breath. In time, he pulled it back to reveal himself in navy swim trunks and a white, open button-down shirt, carrying an orange and blue-striped beach towel under his arm. “I am doing this only because you have partaken in the wearing of the bikini.”

Allura’s cheeks heated upon glancing over his form. Lotor’s armor was fitted to his lithe body, but the sunlight streaming into the changing rooms shined bright over his scarred lavender skin and sleek, corded muscle. His long hair glowed about him.

“Oh,” she said, eyes wide. “On second thought, do hide, or else I shall have to fight for my claim when all others see how handsome you are.”

Lotor gave her a half-pleased and half-miserable look as he reshuffled his beach towel and awkwardly placed sunglasses atop his head—an action still new to him. “And you do not think I must anticipate the same for you?”

She beamed at him and held out her hand. “The humans are quite used to this state of dress and to me, but I do love your flattery. Come on, let us go together, then, and we shall make it quite clear that we are claimed by each other.”

He paused before he reached out and intertwined his long, calloused fingers with hers. “…Together,” he agreed.

The two alien royals stepped into the warm sand of the Earth. Lotor glanced down at the sensation upon his bare feet, curious of the pleasant softness of sand between his toes, and then he glanced back up at the crowds before him.

Human children laughed, chasing one another, while other couples walked hand-in-hand, with several adults sunbathing or chatting beneath large, blue umbrellas.

Lotor’s ear twitched. In the background was the gentle cresting of waves as they crashed against the beach. Among them, the Paladins of Voltron played a game with a multi-colored ball. With all the activity, and the several other aliens lounging about humans, the crowds paid no mind to either Lotor or Allura besides a friendly wave as they passed by.

And the Earth’s sun—it pleasantly heated his skin, so unlike the cold darkness of space.

In great curiosity, he inhaled the scent of the sun and the beach. It was an airy, salty scent that inspired a lightness in his heart. A sense of cosmic alignment.

Allura tugged on his arm and pulled him along to the edge of the waves. “You do know how to swim, yes?”

He followed her without complaint, glancing about all the activity. “Of course, but I do not swim or traverse a beach for pleasure as humans seem to do.” The waves crested against his ankles, streaming past to cover the sand, and the water cooled his warm skin. “I’ve always seen swimming as a survival skill only.”

Allura pouted in a cute way, tightening her grip on his hand. “It pains me that you’ve known no fun whatsoever for ten-thousand years.” Her fingers stroked against a harsh scar that ran along the side of his palm.

Lotor squeezed her hand back, careful of his claws. “But I am here now with you,” he said, voice rising with merriment. “Teach me all the ways of fun, for I am a quick learner and quite interested in the concept.”

That lit up Allura’s eyes. “Oh, there’s lots of ways to have fun at a beach. Perhaps we should start with simple fun, as I would hate to wear you out after the latest battle with rift creatures,” she said, pulling away. Her sarong glittered in the sun as she leaned over, grabbing onto one of the free sand chairs.

“I could do without rift creatures,” he agreed and moved to help her.

Soon, they sat side by side in the sand chairs, their towels tossed farther up the beach. Lotor reached out in pleasant awe as a wave crashed over his outstretched legs, the water splashing up his heated arm before it receded.

They still held hands between their chairs—a slack, comfortable grip.

“I see now why humans do not wear armor at the beach,” he said. “The water and sun are pleasant here.”

Her expression softened. “Isn’t it?” she agreed. “Back on Altea, our oceans contained giant Eravutes—large nightmare creatures that made their nests on the beach, and could be occasionally be tamed into pets. It always made for an interesting time but certainly not a relaxing one.” She sunk back into her chair, breathing deeply as she closed her eyes. “I could get used to this.”

Lotor made a noise of agreement, glancing down to peer curiously into the clear water. “As could I,” he murmured. “It seems that simply enjoying the atmosphere is a popular pastime at Earth beaches.”

“Oh, quite.” She peeked open one eye. “Do remind me to slather you with the sunscreen lotion sooner rather than later.”

His white eyebrow quirked. “You would encourage touching in such a way while we are underdressed in public?"

Her nose crinkled with laughter, even as her face heated up from a different energy than the sun. She pulled away to pile her white curls into a top bun before saying, voice prim, "It's about sun safety, above all."

Lotor leaned in. "Do I get to return the favor of the slathering of sunscreen?"

Allura tightened her bun and waggled her eyebrows. "Of course."

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#Voltron #Lotura #LoturaWeek2023 #Lotor #Allura #Day 3: Beach Day Bliss / What's the Weather #Continuing the vibe of soft and happy things #also oof omg just barely got something created for this day lol

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astarionposting · 3 months ago

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Hello Mantis, may i ask wcif mods that you used on your female cyberpunk character on instagram? Especially her hair c:

Hi!!

♡ Here are the mods I used for my maelstrom V:

Hair - "Shai" Complexion - "Going Grunge" | *will probably switch to this one though Skintones Makeup edits - lipstick colours "classics" | Koralina's New Lip Makeup Edits "no.3 - gradient" | Koralina's New Eye Makeup "Eyeliner no.8 - Scorpeous idea" Teeth - "Gold, sharp 2 + up 4" Body mod - "Hyst Big Breasts" (only breasts no booty hehe) Body cyberware - "0.CyberBodyTYP 8 VTK" Eyes - "Phantom red w/ black sclera" + Equipable Glowing Eyes Cyberarms - "Arasaka half-arm elite black - red monowire" Face plate + piercings Leg + arm attachments

For her clothing, I use a lot of Peachu's clothing mods!!

♡ Here are some of my favs:

Peachu Mox Set Peachu Mini Bikini Peachu Bikini Peachu Comfy Set Peachu Succubo Bodysuit Peachu Crop Top Peachu Heart Top Peachu Corset

♡ Other clothing/accessory mods I use a lot:

Cat Antenna Cyberdeck Collection Arasaka Arm Device Knife Holster Thigh Nola Dreamer's Barbed accessories Modular Military Combat Armor Arasaka Black Ops Armor FemV Songbird Dress and Fur Recolors Meluminary x Veegee Boudoir Pt7 Nola and Meluminary clothing part no 1 Nola and Meluminary clothing part no 2 Nola and Meluminary clothing part no 3 SCAV NETRUNNER SUIT Tactical Crop Top WINGDEER CLOTHING COLLECTION vol. 2

♡ Misc mods:

Pointy Ears Blemishes to Cyberware

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heyyallitsbethfanfic · 9 months ago

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I Hate Everything About You (Why Do I Love You?) WARNING: THIS IS AN 18+ FIC

(obviously, this is several years past the current canon of SAO, everyone is 18 or above.)

(also please remember i am asexual. i aint got a clue about this stuff lol)

A squadron of rainbow colored soldiers rematerialized in a dingy bar. After 3 hours of playing a mission, the members got cocky and had lost all their progress to another squad, spawning back at the “nicest” base they could call their own. The girl in green, with aqua hair smacked a raven-headed femboy in the back of the head.

“Nice goin’ there dumbass. Glad in a shooter I’m stuck with an idiot who fights with a glowstick.”

The boy recoiled slightly, but there was a genuine anger in his eyes.

“Yeah? And I’m glad that while I’m actually damaging my opponents, my cover fire is missing every shot. Glad my sniper can’t hit a stationary target 3 yards away.”

“Oh really? Still more effective range than your short-sword there.” A smirk filled her lips. “It’s about as worthless as the dagger in your skirt.”

“That’s rich coming from you Sinon. Must be embarrassing to have the smallest chest in a group of girls all younger than you.”

The girl huffed and bit back. Kirito knew he’d touched a nerve, Sinon had been shooting death glares at Silica ever since she hit a growth spurt in the past month.

“Infact, it must be the worst to be you- you’ve gotta wear bikini armor to get half the attention the *boy* in the group gets.”

“Oh yeah, the girly-boy begging for the attention of every big buff guy in the bars. At least you know you’re a fuckin fa-”

“Um guys. Let’s be honest, it was my fault, I kept pushing further than I should’ve at my level. You should quit fighting. Maybe we should swap over to ALO to unwind.” Asuna tried to diffuse the situation by interjecting. She had seen the two have their spats in the past, but this was the most heated they’d ever been. It was similar to how Liz and Asuna fought over Kirito before they settled on a poly solution.

“Asuna, it’s not your fault at all. Sinon’s probably right, I was off my game today.” Kirito sighed and threw his head back on the couch, already regretting what he said. “We probably do need a break. I guess too much grinding was getting to us. Sorry Sinon.”

“Yeah this type of game just fuels my rage.” Liz was fidgeting in her seat, clearly fed up with the game’s punishing deaths.

“Yeah it can be fun, but we keep burning ourselves out.” Silica pouted, and Liz pet her head.

“Let’s take a break, and meet on ALO in like an hour, sound good?”

The squad all agreed to Asuna’s suggestion, and began logging out, until it was just Sinon and Kirito left.

“Glad you came to your senses Kirito, I can’t keep carrying you on these missions.” She teased, now in a playful manner, giggling through it. Kirito looked up at her from her seat, then stood up to meet her face, her bright purple eyes cutting into the teal expanse in Sinon’s. He cradled his hand under her chin with his thumb meeting her bottom lip.

“You never know when to shut up do you?”

Sinon could feel herself blushing at the deep rough voice coming from Kirito’s throat. She tried to push it down, choosing to just hit back.

“You’re gonna have to make me shut up yourself.”

A devilish smile found itself on Kirito’s feminine face, and Sinon could feel the heat inside her building as Kirito bared his teeth.

“Oh is that so? Well I know a damn good way to do that…”

Sinon’s legs were jelly. She was practically melting in his hands, resting her head against his palm. And it was in that moment she remembered that today Kirito had been diving from her place.

She’d meet that energy in the real world.

…

Sinon’s eyes fluttered open beneath the visor of her amusphere. Her view was obscured, but she could feel the heat of her visitor’s body beside hers in bed. It was awkward sharing a bed with a guy you weren’t dating, but it was his best option when he had to travel far from his home for work. It didn’t help that every night she slept alongside him had been some of the best nights of sleep she ever had. She pulled off the headset and retrieved her glasses on the bedside table. As she turned back, she was met with the face of Kirito just inches from hers.

“BAH-”

She instinctively grabbed her pillow and smacked him in the head with it.

“Jerk- you know better than to scare me like that-”

Kirito could only laugh at the girl’s furious pillow strike.

“Hehe sorry. I just like lookin at these visor marks on your face.”

His slender fingers traced the lines on her face where the amusphere had sat, causing Sinon’s cheeks to blush a bright crimson.

“God you weirdo…”

“Tsk. Says the girl who blushes when I call her worthless.”

Sinon’s eyes widened and her mouth dropped.

“What, you thought I didn’t notice? Every time you were a ‘bad girl’ or a ‘heartless bitch’ I saw a flash of red riiiiiight here-”

He booped her nose and laughed.

“Why do you think I kept arguing with you? You light up like a Christmas tree.”

“I-I… shut up jeez… don’t embarrass me like that…”

“What? The masochists got a shy side huh?”

“D-dont say it like that!!!”

“Heh. Maybe you’d have to ‘shut me up’ like what you just wanted huh?”

Sinon’s eyes drifted to the side. She had dug herself into this hole, and now, she felt like hers was about to get wrecked.

“So Princess~” the word dripped with malice coming off his tongue “Would you like me to make good on that word?”

Sinon couldn’t meet his eyes as she spoke out the weakest and softest “Yes.”

“Yes what?”

Sinon’s eyes shot up at Kirito, looking down with mock hatred, he was clearly getting into this little roleplay she’d unintentionally set up.

“Answer me. Yes WHAT?”

Despite his feminine figure both in game and in real life, his voice was commanding.

“... yes sir…”

“Better. That’s a good girl.”

His soft hand rubbed against the girl’s head, tossling her hair. Then it sharply gripped the back of her head pulling her into him. She closed her eyes.

Their lips locked in battle, fighting against the other. His lips were uneven and split, scarred. Her lips were chapped and rough. And yet, they linked like they had been made for eachother, like interlocking pieces of a puzzle. In spite of the roleplayed hate and roughness, Sinon took note of Kirito’s gentleness. He had forced her into him, dragging her on top of him, but his grip was lost instantly, and it faded into a caress of her hair. His fingers were nimble, curling locks between them. His touch made her feel homesick. There was a tender love behind each movement. Every movement was a praise of her. His tongue fought against her lips before she welcomed it, wrapping her own around his, desperately craving more. She moaned out her pleasure, sounding more like a kitten’s mew than a girl starved for affection. Kirito pulled away from her, robbing her of all she wanted, and laughed. Sinon felt a pressure beneath her, and the feeling of a bulge in Kirito’s pants hitting her inner thigh.

“You’re such a good girl.”

His hands met her sides, brushing against her before moving to the hem of her top. Her hands met his and she helped as he stripped her, revealing her silky pale skin beneath and a light blue bra. Her shoulders were speckled with freckles and acne scars. He smiled warmly at the sight, and his cheeks flushed.

“Right. Kirito is easy to tease too. He’s just playing tough…”

He gently swirled his finger around her navel, before she took his hand in hers and lifted it to her chest.

“I… I know what you said earlier… hopefully you still like them…” Sinon wanted to disappear. She hadn’t realized how deep those comments really could cut. “How much have I hurt him?...”

“Shino. Honey…” Kirito’s eyes were kind as he broke character. “As soon as I said what I said, I regret it. You’re gorgeous Shino, every inch of you deserves worship.” He leaned his head in to kiss her forehead. “Don’t take the words of an idiot who was trying to get a rise from you.”

“This jerk. Always knowing the right thing to say…”

“I think… I think I love you, Kazuto. I… I just tried deflecting with insults and. God I hope I didn’t say anything that hurt you.”

“It’s okay. We both said things we didn’t mean. I probably made it worse by trying to banter back at you. And I never meant any harm by my words. But I know one thing that I mean deep in my heart. I love you Shino.”

They pulled eachother into another embrace. As Kirito kissed Sinon he slipped his hands behind her back and undid her bra, the tiny blue cloth falling to the side. Sinon instinctively blocked Kirito’s sight of them with her arms. Kirito gently pulled her arms to the side, revealing the gorgeous sight beneath. Two perky mounds sat on her chest, with a field of freckles adorning them. Her areolas were a bright pink, contrasting starkly with her porcelain skin beside them, and in the middle of both were two slits hiding her inverted nipples.

“You’re beautiful Sinon. You don’t need to hide away.”

“Y-yeah but… I feel like you’re a bit overdressed.”

Kirito looked down at himself and realized he had been unfair to the poor girl. He hefted his shirt over his head in one movement, tossing it to the side. Sinon eyed his body and took note of every little detail. He was somewhat muscular, but he was skinny. He’d spent countless years trapped in that body unable to move a muscle, and it clearly took its toll. His body looked like a battlefield, scars littered his tanned skin. Multiple faint lines adorned his abdomen, knife scars, just like the one on his cheek. Two different puncture wounds from where he’d been hit by the Death Guns. Countless faint marks littered him, from surgeries and tests and vitality sensors.

Sinon pressed her hand against his stomach, and looked to him with eyes that said “Life has been rough for us huh?” Kirito smiled down at her with a small smile that said “But we’re still here. Together.”

Kirito pulled her on top of him again, and locked his lips against one of her breasts. He effortlessly cupped the other in his free hand and gently massaged it. Sinon purred out another soft moan. Kirito gently swirled his tongue around her nipple, coaxing it out where he could softly bite against it. Sinon’s mind was filled with pure bliss at the sensation. She had consistently struggled with sensory overload during her life, but now all those sensations were doing nothing but awakening a primal heat in her. One that begged to be taken and used.

Despite the bliss, she pulled herself away from Kirito and rolled off of him. Kirito was about to object, but his protest was quickly stopped by the sight of Sinon stripping off her leggings, with her panties the same light blue that adorned her top. Kirito took the hint and pulled off his shorts as well.

“Well big guy, arent ya gonna help me with these?” Sinon gestured down at herself, inviting Kirito to assist her intimately. He sat up and guided his hands along her sides, a soft ticklish sensation. He met her waist and gently pulled down her panties, his face now directly in line with a neat black bush trimmed in the shape of a heart.

“Fuck right- That’s embarrassing. I shave there in patterns like stars and stuff since I thought nobody would see.” “Nono it’s cute. It fits you so well… And the heart is perfect.”

He wasted no time in pulling her into him again, his nose brushing against her soft hair as his tongue met her lower lips. His grip was tight on her bubbly ass, his fingernails lightly digging into her soft flesh.

“F-fuck… Kirito…”

Her breathing was heavy as he feasted on her. She had to grab tight on his hair to keep steady as he spiralled his tongue around her clit.

“Fuck- wait Kirito stop- I’m actually gonna cum- stop-”

Kirito pulled away from her.

“Everything okay Sinon? I mean- I wanna make you cum but if you’re uncomfortable-”

“Nono- that’s not it don’t worry. It’s just… I wanna cum from this.” She knelt down and gently rubbed the fabric of Kirito’s black briefs with the palm of her hand. It lightly twitched from the sensation of her touch. Sinon giggled to herself. It was both stiff to rub against, but it still felt so soft beneath the fabric. She laid down infront of his crotch, her face resting right on top of his lap. She absentmindedly smelled his musk and her mind flashed with thoughts of everything this beast will do to her. She was just a cat in heat, and she wanted to throw herself right into the hyena before her. She nuzzled her face against the bulge, intoxicated by the smell of sweat and precum. She couldn’t resist her urges any longer and practically ripped the briefs off of Kirito.

Her eyes went wide at the sight of the tower before her. She’d imagined it before, on some of her more lonely nights, but with his frame she always pictured something at best half his actual size. His member stood tall looking to be around 8 inches, and it certainly wasn’t slouching for girth either.

“J-jeez Kazuto how do ya even hide this away in briefs like this-”

“Well there’s a reason I don’t wear panties and skirts.”

“Hmmmmm- we’ll have to try that later. But for now-”

She shyly bobbed her head down. She kissed the very tip of her partner’s cock and was met with a salty-sweet gift of precum dribbling out. She giggled and smiled up at Kirito, who was blushing and hiding his face away. She relaxed herself and readied herself. She stuck out her tongue and lightly brushed it against his member from tip to it’s base. She could feel Kirito’s whole body shiver. She kissed the base of his shaft and slowly worked her way back up, peppering him with subtle lipstick marks. She circled her tongue around the tip, causing Kirito to moan out in pleasure.“Hehehe. He sounds even more girly than me~”

She smiled and slowly worked her whole mouth around the tip. She was more than content to lick it and bob up and down on it like this- but she wanted more. She slowly worked her way down, taking inch after inch, until he nearly gagged her. She couldn’t get to the base just yet- so she did the best she could, working her magic against his dick, gently gliding her mouth up and down and up and down. With each bounce, she would try to get him to squirm and moan out. Sometimes she’d gently nibble against him or massage him with her tongue. But he seemed so sensitive- he was shaking and softly saying her name on repeat under his breath.

“So cute~”

She picked up the pace, trying to go as fast as she could without taking him in her throat accidentally. Kirito screamed out in pleasure, gripping her sheets and bucking his hips. “Shino- shino please stop- I cant-”

Sinon pulled away and wiped her mouth against her wrist.

“S-sorry I know you were having fun but I- I wanna make sure you get the pleasure you want.”

“O-OH! Right right of course”

Sinon was flustered red, having momentarily forgotten her deepest desire, to get fucked by her best friend.

“Wait shit… do we have any birth control? I completely forgot…”

Sinon buried her head in her hands in shame.

“I can’t believe I just got both of us so close and we might not even be able to finish since I don’t have any pills-”

Kirito retrieved his pants from the floor and pulled a pink condom wrapper out of his back pocket.

“Well- I was gonna visit Asuna after we hung out today- but it seems like I needed to punish a bad girl first-” he cooed out.

“Gosh you’re such a dork… And I love that about you…”

Sinon snatched the condom out of Kirito’s hand, and bit the wrapper open and wasted no time in sliding it over Kirito’s waiting cock. Kirito whistled slightly.

“Heh, you did that like a pro- I wouldn’t have taken you for someone with that much experience~”

“Sh-shut up… you’re my first…”

“Awww I’m honored~”

Kirito pushed Sinon onto her back, pinning her arms down effortlessly.

“I’m glad I’m so special, princess~”

“Goddddd you’re so weirddddd”

“Heh. I love you too, Sinon.”

The two met eachother with a kiss, as Kirito gently slid his cock against the entrance of Sinon’s pussy, teasing her with the sensations. The object of her desire so close yet so far. Sinon pulled out of their kiss, a trail of saliva keeping their tongues linked momentarily.

“Please Kirito. Take me… Make me yours.”

That was all Kirito needed to hear. He slowly worked himself in, and Sinon gripped onto his wrists for support. She gritted her teeth as he filled her up. Before long, his tip was kissing the entrance to her womb. Kirito waited for her breathing to steady.

“Hey, I know it can be tough the first time, it was for me too. I’ll be gentle, I’m here for you.”

Sinon smiled and pulled him into another kiss. Kirito slowly started thrusting into Sinon. Her insides were slick with his saliva and her wetness, as her tight hole gripped hard against him. It was a sensation foreign to Kirito, his times with Asuna and Liz hadn’t been as tight against him, but the feeling was divine in it’s own right. The subtle mix of pleasure and pain swirling into a horny mess within him. He could barely control his impulses, and picked up his speed. “F-fuck Kazuto-”

“I love you Shino-”

“I love you too Kaz-”

The star crossed soldiers made out as Kirito went full force, dramatically speeding up. A chorus of plaps, moans, gasps and “f-fuck-”s filled Sinon’s apartment as Kirito’s member filled up Sinon, molding her insides to his shape, marking her as his and his alone.

“K-Kaz, I’m gonna cum-”

“I-I’m close too-” “L-let’s do it together-”

Sinon blushed as she said something so lame. She wanted it though. She wanted to be close to Kirito. She wanted to be his best friend, his lover, his partner, his wife.

Sinon bit her tongue as she came in pleasure, huffing out a stifled moan, while Kirito shuddered and panted out as he filled the reservoir in the condom. Sinon’s fluids leaked out, dripping onto the bed beneath her. She felt the heat of Kirito’s cum inside her, with a secret wish that there was no condom separating them. Kirito exhaustedly laid on top of Sinon, panting out quiet “I love you”s. Sinon gently pet his hair, just as he had done for her.

…

Kirito and Sinon logged into ALO, only they took far longer than anyone else had taken to get in.

“Jeez you two- did you do, like, a whole mission in GGO before joining us?” Liz complained.

“Sorry about that guys- we just ran out to get lunch- and Sinon just got stuffed and didn’t wanna move-”

Sinon glared at him.

“Yeah you stuffed me alright- dick.”

“Yeah sorry for being late- lunch is on me and Kirito the next time we all meet up-”

She smiled and ran to go join up with Asuna, Silica, Liz and Leafa, incredibly thankful that she was running on her virtual legs- she probably wouldn’t be walking IRL for a day or two-

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dailyshowchica · 2 years ago

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Stormtrooper Armor, Mark 2

In 2013, I was living in a small town in Iowa, and I not happy. I was not happy in a way I couldn’t begin to process until I’d gotten a new job and was moving out of town. But that was over a year away yet. To cope, I fell into Supernatural, hard. I caught up by watching syndicated reruns before work in the mornings on TNT, and I was keeping an eye out online for anything related to Supernatural.

I found a video, of Misha Collins, and several other, non-actor people. They were staying in a haunted castle in Scotland, and it looked like so much fun! The trip was the grand prize for something called Greatest International Scavenger Hunt the World Has Ever Seen, or Gishwhes. And a new hunt was starting up in a couple months. (Super)Naturally, I decided to play. (No, I will not apologize for that pun.)

There’s more about Gish online, so I’m not gonna repeat it here, but I was hooked. The hunt list was huge, and there was an item that sounded really cool:

5. IMAGE: A stormtrooper at a laundry mat folding clothes. (56 points) (From https://www.fangirlquest.com/gish/gish-item-list-2013/)

I didn’t have any kind of Stormtrooper costume, so I let that one go and made a bikini out of tea bags instead. But I kept that item in mind, in case they did a Stormtrooper item next year.

The point of Gish, at least as I always played, was not to spend money, but to get creative. Stortrooper armor is really fucking expensive, and the sets I’ve seen are meant for the troopers in the movies, i.e., adult men. I am nowhere near the same size as an adult man, so even if I could afford armor, it would be too big.

There’s a community of folks called the 501st Legion, which are stormtrooper cosplayers. They make their own armor, as screen-accurate as possible. You’ve seen them before, they tend to be asked to appear whenever somebody needs A Lot of stormtroopers for an event. These folks are hard core, at least compared to me. They build vacu-forming machines in their garages to custom fabricate their armor (this was before 3D printing was widely available). Well, I did not have the time, money, or space to build a vacu-forming contraption.

But I had another idea: duct tape. I thought, if I covered cardboard with white duct tape, I could fashion a set of armor for myself. So I went looking for a pattern, and started to save boxes. It took over a year, but I pulled it off! I did buy the helmet, and the boots were slipcovered with white vinyl fabric (think Pizza Hut table cloth fabric), cut from a pattern for Ugg-style slippers.

This lovely person has created Sand Trooper armor, which are the patterns I used. Thank you so much, kind cosplayer! I couldn’t have done this without you! http://foamysandtrooper.blogspot.com/

That armor served me well until 2022. But it was so hard to move in, and after so many times taking it off and putting it on, it looked pretty sad. Also, I made this armor before The Force Awakens came out, so the armor wasn’t actually attached to me. I had to wear a belt and use loops of nylon strap material to keep the thigh armor from sliding down my leg. After I saw Finn taking off his armor piece by piece, I thought that in my next version, I’d use something to make the armor attached to the black underclothes. Maybe Velcro. Plus the cardboard hwas heavy and bulky, and there had to be a better material.

And yeah, I know, most cosplay armorers use Worbla or craft foam, but I have zero experience with that, and I’d hate to screw up on a huge project with expensive materials. I thought I’d have better luck with posterboard.

I played with ideas, and in 2018, after Gish, I even bought some poster board and white duct tape to get started.

And then I got a new job, and I had to move, and learn a new area. And the old armor still looked good in photos, so I let it go. And so it went, until summer 2022.

2014 3. IMAGE. It’s “me time.” Spoil, pamper and be decadent to yourself like you never have before. Oh, and P.S., you’re dressed as a Stormtrooper. (48 points)

2015 179. IMAGE. Work opportunities are scarce since the Death Star blew up. Let’s see a stormtrooper working at their job as a waiter, fast food line prep, car mechanic, postal worker, deli sandwich maker, road-repair worker, etc). – Katherine Parsons (65 points)

2016 #76 97 POINTS Nobody ever talks about the fact that 250 years ago, stormtroopers who had been abandoned on planet Earth were forced to assimilate into pre-Industrial culture. Dramatically re-enact this difficult time. Show a stormtrooper getting back to basics using a spinning wheel, butter churn, or other old-fashioned tool or machine in a rural setting. Feel free to add accessories to the stormtrooper’s outfit to make their assimilation more complete—a Shaker-style hat, a musket slung over the shoulder, etc.

2017

#116 65 POINTS Not many people know this, but the Kessel Run was actually a foot race. Let’s see at least 5 Star Wars characters competing in the Kessel Run in a shopping mall.

2018

60 POINTS Assign To Me Submit Modern stormtroopers are so much more enlightened these days. They’re in touch with their “new age” side and have their chakras aligned. In fact, you just spotted one teaching a yoga class or leading some other new-age class.

2019

34. [IMAGE] The Federation of Stormtroopers has been officially sponsored by the X Games this year. Let’s see a highlight from one of their competitions with the stormtrooper participating in an extreme sport. (81 points)

2020 main hunt

247. [IMAGE] Where do stormtroopers go in the summer? To summer camp, just like the rest of us. Show us a Stormtrooper engaged in a typical summer-camp activity: canoeing, sailing, archery, making s’mores or playing guitar by a campfire… you get the idea. (37 points)

2020 October mini hunt

63. [IMAGE] Everybody knows Stormtroopers love Halloween. Show a Stormtrooper dressed up as what they REALLY wanted to be — a gentle, sweet or heroic costume like a ballerina, a firefighter, a fairy, etc. They should be in their Stormtrooper armor as well as their costume, of course. (41 points)

2022

191. [IMAGE] It’s tea time for Bananakin Skywalker and his Sconetroopers. Show us a Stormtrooper tea party. (72 points)

Gish is on an indefinite hiatus now, and I’m looking at another move. But before I pack up everything again, I decided it was time to finally finish my new set of armor, so I could stop carrying around the old set. And now, after months of work, it’s done! I don’t know how many rolls of duct tape it took, but it was easily 10. And I still want to try making a helmet, based on the speeder bike troopers, since theirs is the only helmet that would let human eyes look out. But that’s for later, maybe this summer.

Thank you, Mark 1 Stormtrooper armor. You went above and beyond what I imagined. You are now relieved of duty.

And welcome, Mark 2 Stormtrooper armor! Can’t wait to see what shenanigans we get up to!

#supernatural #gishwhes #crafts #duct tape #star wars #GISH

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hiraethfloat · 8 months ago

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Doing these for Aanare

1. Yep, shes the youngest of 8. She was always closest to Tezunu, her brother thats 4 yrs older than her. Ironically, hes the only one of her siblings that survived

2. It was healthy, her mom is the one that taught her to be empathetic, and caring.

3. Also good, she was a really cute baby and that had her father in a chokehold

4. Yes, her family dying one by one. And honestly, no one really knew until she was practically forced to tell them

5. Phone, tissues, chapstick, bandages, snack, money

6. Ptsd nightmares sometimes, other than that she dreams about animals a lot

7. Death, how her family died in horribly exaggerated ways, after learning that corrupts used to be humans she now has that added to her nightmares

8. She hasnt lol

9. Yes, by a lot. She grew up poor, very poor. Like her neighbors called her and her siblings dumpster children cuz they had to look for food a lot. Now shes just middle class, living decently with roomates

10. More tbh, not like completely covered cuz her normal outfit is bare midriff, but she would NEVER wear bikini armor shit

11. After ocello died, he literally exploded in front of her. Its when she first met ikarus, she was being forced into a world she had no experience with at 14, right after ikarus also murdered her sister

12. Pretty much any time she relaxes with someone, like cuddling or reading with serason

13. Not anymore. Her job is literally fighting ppl and killing monsters. And then theres her past too

14. Faces, she never forgets a face. She recognized her brother after 6 whole years and when his appearance changed a lot

15. No, she grew up poor lmao, why would she

16. Happiness. Always. She does not give a flying fuck how much someone has accomplished

17. She made a little ghost out of a stick, a cotton ball and cloth

18. Both tbh, she admires any positive trait

19. Toxic positivity maybe? Shes better about it now, but honestly she has a huge problem with internalization and not talking about her own issues to ppl

20. Self criticism, even with how nice she is, she has some self loathing issues. She mostly compares herself by appearance (shes kinda boxy and a little flat chested)

21. It depends. Sometimes she blames herself if she thinks she could have stopped it, but other times she blames others (only when deserved) like she blames ikarus for her sisters death, cuz it literally is her fault lmao

22. Kindness, gentleness, being understanding, caring, courage

23. Being cruel, selfish, a liar, manipulative, if they use others as scapegoats or arent loyal friends

24. It depends. If they seem nice, she'll trust them (this has burned her before) but if they dont seem nice right off the bat, she might not like them (unless proven otherwise)

25. If they act hostile or shifty at first, she immediately suspects something. She might try to get to know them, her mind is open to change, but that may take a bit

26. Shes very good with children, she has big sister energy, maybe mom energy idk shes the mom friend lmao

27. She'll likely try to de-escalate. But if the conflict is about abuse, s/a or anything else horrible, she's gonna get real aggressive with the offender

28. VERY slow. She never strikes first

29. She wanted to help people, like a doctor or someone who houses asylum for those in need. She sort of accomplished that, she helps people but its not her job

30. Other than bad people, just generally gross things like uncleanliness (unless its caused by depression then she wants to help them), rotten food, gore

31. With her friends at home

32. Alone in a dangerous, foreign environment, especially if someone or something is there with her and wants to hurt her. Or if shes in public alone and a strange man is near her

33. Willing to improve, unless its something Ikarus says like "ur weak ur pathetic"

34. She'll try a couple of times before trying something else

35. Very friendly, supportive, open, happy, honest, caring, cuddly, silly, bouncy

36. More blunt, less warm, if she REALLY hates them then she'll be angry, resentful, more hostile and snarky

37. Honor i guess, she wants to be remembered as a good person that loves everyone

38. Remove the problem. Unless she actually cant solve it

39. By mosquitoes but thats like it

40. Very nicely. Shes like the opposite of a karen, and WILL stand up to said karens

41. She wants to earn it, she doesnt care for spoiled or entitled people

42. Yes! She didnt really consider him her dad like kortis does, but amiruel did take care of her for a while before they all moved out

43. Not really, but she would definitely take someone in. Closest person to this is machaitis when he had to stay with them for a while

44. Not hard at all lmao, she never says it if she doesnt mean it

45. She actually found out what happens canonically in her world lmao, like the hard way too. They get reincarnated, but not immediately, they can wait to be reincarnated like until their lover dies. Shes not scared of coming back to a new life

Character Development Questions: Hard Mode

Does your character have siblings or family members in their age group? Which one are they closest with?

What is/was your character’s relationship with their mother like?

What is/was your character’s relationship with their father like?

Has your character ever witnessed something that fundamentally changed them? If so, does anyone else know?

On an average day, what can be found in your character’s pockets?

Does your character have recurring themes in their dreams?

Does your character have recurring themes in their nightmares?

Has your character ever fired a gun? If so, what was their first target?

Is your character’s current socioeconomic status different than it was when they were growing up?

Does your character feel more comfortable with more clothing, or with less clothing?

In what situation was your character the most afraid they’ve ever been?

In what situation was your character the most calm they’ve ever been?

Is your character bothered by the sight of blood? If so, in what way?

Does your character remember names or faces easier?

Is your character preoccupied with money or material possession? Why or why not?

Which does your character idealize most: happiness or success?

What was your character’s favorite toy as a child?

Is your character more likely to admire wisdom, or ambition in others?

What is your character’s biggest relationship flaw? Has this flaw destroyed relationships for them before?

In what ways does your character compare themselves to others? Do they do this for the sake of self-validation, or self-criticism?

If something tragic or negative happens to your character, do they believe they may have caused or deserved it, or are they quick to blame others?

What does your character like in other people?

What does your character dislike in other people?

How quick is your character to trust someone else?

How quick is your character to suspect someone else? Does this change if they are close with that person?

How does your character behave around children?

How does your character normally deal with confrontation?

How quick or slow is your character to resort to physical violence in a confrontation?

What did your character dream of being or doing as a child? Did that dream come true?

What does your character find repulsive or disgusting?

Describe a scenario in which your character feels most comfortable.

Describe a scenario in which your character feels most uncomfortable.

In the face of criticism, is your character defensive, self-deprecating, or willing to improve?

Is your character more likely to keep trying a solution/method that didn’t work the first time, or immediately move on to a different solution/method?

How does your character behave around people they like?

How does your character behave around people they dislike?

Is your character more concerned with defending their honor, or protecting their status?

Is your character more likely to remove a problem/threat, or remove themselves from a problem/threat?

Has your character ever been bitten by an animal? How were they affected (or unaffected)?

How does your character treat people in service jobs?

Does your character feel that they deserve to have what they want, whether it be material or abstract, or do they feel they must earn it first?

Has your character ever had a parental figure who was not related to them?

Has your character ever had a dependent figure who was not related to them?

How easy or difficult is it for your character to say “I love you?” Can they say it without meaning it?

What does your character believe will happen to them after they die? Does this belief scare them?

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narrators-journal · 8 months ago

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hello my love i request keiko smut, idm katsuya or baofu or both, go crazy <3

This fucker. Is. Long. I don’t usually put a lot of effort into set ups for smut to save time, but I had an idea here, and I’ve been on another persona 2 kick, so Katsuya got a lot of love lol. I hope this stands up to the hype! I did my best to make it fun, and to polish it up!

CW: Stalkers are mentioned, blowjobs, poolside sex, they do it outside, so it’s kinnndaa semi-public?

As an idol, Keiko Yamada wasn’t a stranger to unhinged fans. Cornered after a show, odd and inappropriate gifts, creepy letters, she'd had her fair share. So on some level, she had expected to get a stalker at some point in her career. But, what she hadn’texpected was such a gorgeous man being the cop to guard her.

Detective Katsuya Suou was, amazing to look at. With neat brown hair, red-colored sunglasses over his warm brown eyes, and a well-curated grey suit. A suit that could give a woman daddy issues at first glance, and man...did Keiko have issues. So, when the police department assigned him to shadow her for the day, guard her home, and all that, Keiko didn’t care about anything the man might ruin in her day's plans. He was now her only plan.

Which, was why the minty teal bikini was a calculated move. It was her best swimsuit. The color complimented her eyes, it had just enough material to not be a cross of the line, but still be revealing. It was a surefire way to get anyone's attention. So, she couldn't help the proud smile at her reflection in the full-body mirror in her room. Then, she swept out of her room to stroll through the living room where the police officer stood by the window to watch the street outside. “You know, I have a swimming pool in the backyard, right?” she hummed, only a glance thrown across the living room to catch his raised eyebrows and light pink cheeks. Gotcha. "I'll be out there if you need me."

And, without a further word to the man, she went to her backdoor and opened it, a small smile on her face when she heard, “H-hey! Wait, wait, Miss Yamada. You shouldn’t go outside before I can sweep the area!” He reminded, “Then, go and sweep, I want to swim.” She said, a mischievous glint in her green eyes as she looked back at him. Though, her simple and blunt answer seemed to take the tall man by surprise. Because, he gave her a wide-eyed look before his composure returned and he nodded. Outside in a flash to circle the yard and look through the large bushes across from her. Thorough in his work. Keiko, meanwhile, strolled out and slid into the cool water of her pool with a smile. “Could you not wait until I was sure it was safe? No offense, ma’am, but are you not scared of your stalker?” Katsuya huffed, but she simply smiled at him as she paddled around in the water. Though, after a moment, she swam over to the side of the pool, “Well, with how hot it is, no. I was melting! I needed to cool off.” She hummed. The cop only glaring at her before she continued in a flirtier tone, “In fact, it’s so hot, why don’t you join me, pretty boy? I’m sure that suit is hot as hell. In more ways than one.~” Keiko teased, before she splashed the brunette man with a bit of pool water and rested her arms on the cool tile on her pool's edge. The subtle twitch of his lips was the only confirmation she got that her game was working. “It isn’t allowed that I swim on the job. Getting distracted could get you killed, you know.” Katsuya warned, but Keiko rolled her forest-hued eyes at that claim, but countered, “But officer, I need someone to guard me while I’m in the pool too! What if my stalker’s hiding beneath? Waiting to snatch me and drown me?”

Which, struck a small crack in the armor of the cop. A small twitch of a smile. Not much, but it still managed to be charming enough to warm the space between her thighs. “So, what do you say, handsome? Want to protect me from drowning?” She pressed. Her sweetest smile on her lips as she looked up at the well-dressed detective. Able to watch his thoughts dance through his warm, chocolatey eyes until, finally, he gave a heavy sigh. “I will at least put my feet in, will that sate you, Miss Yamada?” He asked, and the dark-haired idol nodded before she moved paddle around in the cool water again. Though, all the while, she kept an eye on the cop. Happy to drink in the view as he undid each button of his suit jacket, followed by the small buttons of his burgundy shirt. Each loosened fasten slow to reveal more and more of his sun-kissed chest. And god, it was a nice chest indeed.

As a cop, Keiko had expected the tall man to be strong. Yet, it was still quite the thrill to see that Katsuya wasn’t only built, but sculpted like a marble statue. his sun-kissed skin only marred by the scars of his line of work and- a tattoo! “Well well well, officer! I didn’t take you for someone who’d get a tattoo.~” The idol sang. A grin on her face as he discarded his shirt and sunglasses on the concrete around the pool. The child’s drawing inked onto his shoulder on full display in the sunlight of the noon hour. Though, her words seemed to bring a bit of color to Katsuya’s face when she pointed it out. “Do you have a child?” “Oh...uh, no. It was drawn by my brother when he was nine years old. I decided to get it as a tattoo as a memory of when we got along better.” He explained. Knelt down to roll up his pants legs while Keiko studied the childhood drawing of a person on a bike, or a motorcycle. “Well, that’s cute. You look good with a bit of ink on you.” With that, she swam over to the side of the pool once more to rest her arms on the decorative tile beside him.

For the moment, she let silence fill the air between the two and soaked in the coolness of the water against her skin while the strings of her swimsuit tickled her back. But, after that moment, she slid a hand over the smooth tiles until she could press her fingertips to his thigh, “Miss Yamada, are you...are you trying to seduce me?” Katsuya asked. His warm eyes focused on her antics instead of the shrubbery now. Which, was a look she matched with her own forest green eyes and a coy smile. But, as she looked into his eyes, she was quick to note that there was a slight, playful glint to match her own. So, she smiled and moved to be between his thighs and moved her hand from his outer thigh to ghost over his crotch. “For a supposed detective, I’m surprised it took you so long to notice~”

With that, she grabbed the zipper of his pants and tugged it down, which earned a rather funny squawk from the man, “Ma’am, this is- I’m on the job!” “Yeah, so in a way, you’re kinda at my beck and call. I mean, it’s your job to guard me right? So, you go where I go, you check what I tell you to check. And, how much safer can I get than where I am right now?”

While he stammered and tripped on his attempts to argue, Keiko made quick work of his bottoms. But, she didn’t take the time to admire his semi-erect cock before she left soft kisses along his length. Until, after only a few soft kisses, precum began to well up at the tip. Only enough to let her taste a bit of salt when she ran her tongue over the head. “M-miss Yamada…” Katsuya finally managed after a few brushes of her mouth. The idol able to feel his eyes locked onto her as she kept her lips against him while she hummed in acknowledgment. But, even as she paused to look up at him from the water, all the officer could do was stare at her with lust-blown eyes. So, she continued her actions and took him into her mouth.

And just like that, she could almost hear the thoughts vanish from the cop’s head. The gentle suction, the slow slip of her lips further along his length, with her tongue pressed to the bottom of his member, he made no other move to argue or try to stop her. So, Keiko began to move her head. Slow, at first, to savor the weight of him on her tongue, and the salty taste of his precum. All the while, the brunette shook from how tense he was beneath her touch. And, when she looked up at his face, the idol could tell that the strain was moreso from the fight to keep silent. Not discomfort.

So, she pulled back and replaced her tongue with continued movements of her hand, “You can moan, silly. You’re the only officer here until tomorrow, remember? No one will know.” She hummed, a smile on her lips as she watched his eyes dim with the first layers of lust. A glaze that seemed to only grow worse when she ran her tongue from the base to his tip. However, she didn’t give the man a chance to argue before she slipped the head of his cock back into her mouth. And this time, she didn’t hesitate to bob her head at a faster pace than before.

The sudden uptick of friction and suction was all it took to earn a low moan from Katsuya. Which, not only fed the woman’s ego, but also the fire that flickered in her belly. Until heat began to crawl up through her belly, into her chest, and, finally, her head. Each pleasured twitch and throb of the dick in her mouth mimicked in her own body to the point that it began to overwhelm her. It isn’t smart to go riding a cop in the open like this. It might anger my stalker.The more reasonable side of the idol whispered, only to be drowned out by the more carnal voice in her head. Fuck it, ride this man like a pony. It demanded. And, with the heavy fog in her head, and the heat in her skin, all Keiko could do was listen.

So, with a lewd pop and a few tugs of the strings holding her swimming bottoms up, Keiko pulled his cock back out of her mouth to instead hoist herself out of the water. “Woah! M-miss Yamada, what are you doing?! This is b-beyond innapropriate!” Katsuya squawked, his tanned face warm with embarrassment, “Katsu, dear, we’ve passed the threshold of ‘appropriate.’” She chuckled while she lifted her legs out of the water to straddle him. However, she didn’t hesitate a moment longer before she sunk onto his erection.

Both of them moaned at the sensation. Her, of the fullness, and how he stretched her so well, him, from the warm squeeze of her slick walls. It was wonderful, his dick able to sate the deep itch of need in her. However, the haze in her mind only worsened when she began to wiggle and bounce her hips against his.

After that, no words were needed, the only ones either could manage were curses. The danger of Keiko’s stalker forgotten in the throughs of passion and mindless desire, and the protocol of protection detail thrown aside as well. The only thing either seemed to care about was the friction and lust that boiled and grew within Keiko’s skin. “Fuck...Katsuya, I think I’m gonna cum!” She panted, the chill of her pool’s water useless against the heat under her skin. A heat that the cop seemed to share in, judging by how he gripped her hips to guide her movements. So, she left it at that and simply kept up the soundtrack of the slap of skin upon skin. The pleasure was only able to build into a sudden flash of overwhelming snowblindness.

If Keiko exclaimed anything, she couldn’t recall it. The bliss that washed through her took her senses with it for a moment. When her senses did return, she was hot and crumpled against Katsuya’s powerful chest in the warm afternoon light. “Miss Yamada? Are you okay?” Katsuya panted, and she gave a weak nod, “Just...let me catch my breath. Then we’re going again.” She breathed, a smile on her face when she felt him jolt under her. But, she didn’t elaborate further.

#persona 2 #Katsuya Suou #Katsuya Suou x oc #persona #ask #scenario #not sfw #spicy #lemon #minors do not interact #mdni #persona 2 OC

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canonmisogynyvictimstournament · 1 year ago

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PROPAGANDA

KALLEN KOUZUKI (CODE GEASS) (CW Mind Control Mention)

1.) Kallen is constantly subjected to objectification. Most of the times she pilots her mech (giant robot), she's in this gratuitous shot of where she's bent over and it shows her ass or her boobs, and none of the men are subjected to this position or shot when they pilot. When she finds out that Zero (the leader of the resistance who she loves, respects, and follows) and Lelouch (a Britannian (the people occupying her country) who's her classmate and who she doesn't particularly like) are the same person and also that he has one-time-use-per-person mind control powers, instead of being conflicted about both her feelings and Lelouch being Zero in the first place and, y'know, THE MIND CONTROL, the next time we see her after she learns this (granted, after a time skip of a few months) she's just still in love with him and has no reservations about following him or, y'know, HIS MIND CONTROL POWERS. If she had any reservations or trust issues or mixed feelings, she dealt with them off screen during the time skip between season 1 and season 2. Because she has to be part of the show's harem nonsense, you see, god forbid her screen time and feelings about Zero/Lelouch once she knows he's Zero be mainly about HER or EVER stray from positive and romantic. And her character's focus/screen time at this point shifts from being about Japan (her home country) to being so much (albeit not entirely) about Lelouch and her feelings for him, and she's still a great character and one of the best pilots on the show but COME ON. And then so much of the official and gacha game art has her with this blushing waifu face that isn't reflective of the core of her character at all, and it's just like. why. why would you do this to her when it just makes your story worse. Like, Kallen's treatment takes the show's ranking down from A to A- all by itself.

2.) Wants liberty for her nation is a talented mecha pilot yet the ungodly sexualisation doesn’t do her justice at all. Also gets swept under Main Character’a Harem

3.) Do you know how hard it is to find a non sexual image of her??

CHI-CHI (DRAGON BALL)

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

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

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

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

#polls #round 1 #week 1 #new #cw mind control

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kplays · 5 months ago

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So I finished season 3 a few days ago, and I felt it did do a good job on following up season 2. Thematically, and through telling the story through Fina.

Spoilers

Fina is Kind. She chooses to be kind, and as much as people keep telling her to stop being a naive idealist, ultimately it's her ideals that get through to them, and give her strength to change people's minds and hearts.

Her kindness is a choice. Even when the Dark Crystal is showing her dark moments in her past to break her idealism (or maybe just making up visions to try to break her) she chooses to believe in the best of people. Even when he tells her otherwise.

When confronted with a victim of her negligence, she apologizes. She extends her hand to her opponents. She forgives.

I also like that both Crystals went extremeist.

That she got through to the Dark Crystal and in its last moments it brought back the light it had destroyed.

That Riona, even after all the emotional pain both Crystals put him through, offered a way to bring dark Crystal back for light Crystal, with what he had of dark Crystal within him.

He lost his whole family to this conflict, and he still did what only he could do to bring a ballance back.

The crystals were a contrast to Vlad, and so suited Finas story. And So did the election B plot, where Raegen becomes the immortal president.

Is it all perfect? No. It's a mobile game, full of steching the story out between cutsceens and battles, dumb character gimmicks (glad they dropped Rains flirt characteristic mostly), and ladies wearing both functional armor, and stupid bikini armor. (I'm judging you hard for how your daughter dresses Cid),

And Finas kind of a deity in universe, so it's not a huge surprise when things happen like her traveling through time, splitting her personality into two people, or having her girlfriend come back from the dead.

(Sorry for the poor quality, it came by faster then I thought)

I did like it a lot. Maybe it helped to see it in sucession, or seeing the characters in other events before meeting them here, or maybe I'm just in a headspace to like it.

Either way, I'm glad I saw it before the game ended.

#ffbe #fina ffbe #season 3 ffbe #final fantasy brave exvius #kplays #spoilers

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maizumis · 4 years ago

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hi mai! can you please do a part 2 to the dilfs meeting their kids teacher! but like kinda time skip of them ya know being happy together :) you don’t have to do this,, please ignore it if it make you uncomfortable!!

— DILF HAIKYUU BOYS MEETING THEIR CHILDS FAVORITE TEACHER PT.2

ft. timeskip!miya atsumu, suna rintarō, tsukkishima kei, oikawa tooru, iwaizumi hajime

note: female and pregnant reader❗ ty for requesting my luv <3 it doesn't make me uncomfy at all! enjoy it <3

❦ ATSUMU now stands proudly in the gates of the school to not only pick up his son but his wife too, pregnant wife to be exact “there are ma three favorite people in the world” giving your lips a sweet kiss that made you go weak on your knees and bending down to hug his son, slightly caressing the bump too “we have fun today dad! mom bentos were yummy” yes, after a year into your relationship he started calling you mom and your heart couldn't take it, it mean that he loved you have enough for him to think of you as a mom figure “dada ‘s glad, let him spoil both of ya the rest of the day”

❦ SUNA scrolls down a baby page on his phone, looking for a new and more equipped crib while you're sleeping right next to him with his daughter trapped ok your arms; the sight was too cute for him to not take a picture, the snores that left both your and his daughters mouth fulfilling your shared bedroom, unfortunately, the flash was on and the sudden light made you wake up in a state of confusion “rin? everything fine?” gosh, weren't you such a cutie? Messy hair and plump lips “yes pretty, I'm sorry, go back to sleep”

❦ TSUKKI woke up and felt scared when he couldn't see you nor your son on your shared bedroom, quickly slipping a pair of sweats on he ran to the living room just to see his son actively talking and kissing your baby bump, he always talked about how he was going to be a big brother and protect the little baby from all the bad things in the world, his knight in shining armor “good morning kei, we were making breakfast to wake you up” he silently nodded before giving your forehead a peck then bending down to greet his son and his unborn baby “you shouldn't be overworking yourself, go to bed I will take it from here”

❦ OIKAWA went to the big patio of the house so he could take a glimpse of you and his daughter playing by the pool, your blue bikini making your pregnancy bump look so gorgeous, you really placed Hera, goddess of the family and marriage on shame, the shiny diamond ring in your finger fitting perfectly, glowing with the light of the sun when you laid your hand on the swell of your tummy “aren't my two cuties having fun?” his daughter looked up with an excited look on her face “yes! Mom says my sister is kicking!” he loved you, loved the way you took him, loved the way you treated his daughter as if it was your own blood, loved the way you were “dont give mommy a hard time ‘kay? I'll be right back”

❦ IWAIZUMI destiny was to be a girl dad, has had one girl before meeting you, another baby girl after your marriage and now you were pregnant with his thirds kid that by no ones surprise, it was a girl too “baby fabric is closed after this Hajime” he turned around for you to see his astonished expression “what do you mean closed? we need a boy” and he was dead serious about it, he loved his three soon-to-be four girls, but a baby boy wouldn't do anyone wrong “you're gonna have a whole army of kids if we keep going like this” he smirked, that was his plan all the way long— plus, the baby-making process was funny “you're on a mission here with me baby, don't give up”

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musings-from-mars · 3 years ago

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If RWBY were an edgy grimdark series

Or, a satirical RWBY rewrite,

Or, if HBO did RWBY

CW: major character death, bury your gays, Ta*rradonna or however you spell it, naught safe 4 werk if you squint, just…bad

The cities like Vale and Mistral are dilapidated, dark, and smoggy. Atlas stays the same and is essentially the only safe place on Remnant. Places like Patch and Argus don’t exist because the Grimm are just that bad.

Roman basically runs the show in Vale. Instead of being an endearing bastard (affectionate), he’s an erratic, overtly bigoted womanizer who kills his goons for fucking up a throwaway mission. He’s a store-brand Joker. Neo is also there and is eye candy and nothing else. Their relationship is quite creepy. Neither of them have a backstory.

Ruby’s personality is nonexistent. Gone is her love of weapons and books. Gone is her hopeful, cheery dorkiness. Her only motivation is to avenge her mother’s death, which is shown on screen in the opening scene (Salem is the one who kills her). Her family lives in a tiny shed in the middle of a crowded Vale city block.

Weiss remains racist towards the Faunus throughout and the narrative lowkey justifies it. She falls for Jaune by ep 3 and is part of a love triangle involving him and Pyrrha. She legit hates her teammates. A lot of lewd humor is made at her expense throughout.

Blake is constantly distrustful of her teammates solely because they’re human. She regrets leaving the White Fang but fears going back because Adam would be mad at her. Faunus are shown being assaulted and worse in the background of some scenes. Blake never does anything to stop it, she just looks sad sometimes.

Beacon students die left and right on missions. These deaths are usually glossed over; they’re just there to show how tough things are in Remnant.

Yang outright admits to liking Blake in like ep 4 (she’s the only textually queer character). Blake never acknowledges her. Yang dies in the Volume 1 finale to a Grimm attack, further motivating Ruby’s lust for revenge (even though their relationship has always been testy at best).

Jaune is an asshole. He is the strongest fighter on the heroes’ side. He is revealed to be the descendant of the King of Vale in like ep 2. He’s a mega-pessimist and is the de facto leader because he talks over everyone.

Ren and Nora are already a couple at the series’ start and are incredibly codependent. Their relationship is framed as absolutely perfect. They both die tragically in the same incident that kills Yang in the V1 finale. Jaune, who hasn’t paid much mind to them anyway, is enraged by their deaths and goes on a very badass rampage and single-handedly repels the Grimm attack while the others watch. He probably unlocks his semblance in the process, idk something OP. Pyrrha is a little scared but makes out with him when he’s done.

Pyrrha only survives to continue the love triangle thing with Weiss and Jaune. Despite still being a world-renowned tournament fighter she defaults to the damsel-in-distress role when Jaune is present. She wears boob armor, a leather bikini bottom, greaves and nothing else, yet is constantly shown to be lacking in self confidence. She has a pointless shower scene at some point, where Jaune walks in on her but doesn’t react because he’s too cool for that.

The first episode of Volume 2 features Weiss and Blake finally blowing up after all of the one-sided vitriol Weiss has thrown her way, despite Blake having never stood up for herself until now. They fight and Blake accidentally mortally wounds Weiss. Blake has to go into hiding. Weiss dies very sexily in Jaune’s arms (he’s not a healer here). He vows to track down Blake, and for some reason Ruby and Pyrrha go along to help. Jaune and Pyrrha become a thing in the very next ep (no one really mourns Weiss, there’s no time).

At some point Jaune yells at Ruby for thinking they could ever defeat Salem, basically asserting that she’s an idiot for believing otherwise. She’s so angered that she goes off on her own to prove him wrong. This is where Cinder is finally introduced as an agent of Salem’s. She kidnaps Ruby and takes her to Salem in the next ep. Cinder’s just really unhinged and there’s not much else to her. Her outfits are really skimpy and she’s one of those queer-coded villains.

Jaune and Pyrrha finally track down Blake, but before they can fight her, Adam and a squad of White Fang members descend and fight off Jaune and Pyrrha. Blake tearfully reunites with Adam and apologizes profusely for leaving, and she goes with him and the Fang. This is the last we see of Blake.

At this point the series won’t be renewed for a new season due to it not pulling in a rating (I wonder why?) so everything starts getting quick resolutions as the season nears its end. While Salem’s captive, Ruby somehow escapes with the help of Emerald (introduced along with Cinder, redemption arc speedrun!). Jaune and Pyrrha just so happen to show up at the same time. Ruby, Pyrrha and Jaune, but mostly Jaune, fight Salem. Cinder kills Pyrrha (wow some things never change) and Jaune immediately kills Cinder in a rage. Ruby at least gets the killing blow on Salem. Afterwards, Jaune and Ruby go their separate ways. Jaune’s heroism is known the world over and he leads an effort to rebuild the world now that the Grimm are gone, and Ruby goes home, at last at ease now that she’s had her revenge.

im sorry for this

#I am not proud of this lol #rwby #rwby rewrite #long post

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Congrats on the 800 followers bby you deserve it! I have a good one for you. I slipped and fell in the shower and the only person who can help me is my enemy for nessian 👀👀👀

Well, Sim, it was you who BLEW my word count. I should have seen it coming, I guess 👀

Although, I will say you didn't do it alone. I also combined @maastrash 's prompt "Are you hurt? What happened?" and one from anon, "You're cute when you're all worried."

They all went together so well that I couldn't resist. And as a result, you got this 3k+ beast. RIP 800-word limit.

Anyway, I hope you like it, my love! Enjoy!

Nesta wasn't sure why she had agreed to go to the beach with Feyre, Rhysand, and his brothers. Gwyn had come through in her time of need and agreed to join them, but she'd quickly flipped her allegiances to spend more time on the beach with the others instead of retreating back to the house with Nesta. She had a suspicion it had something to do with a certain tall, dark, and broody man who hoarded his smiles from the public eye.

Unless the public eye belonged to Gwyneth Berdara.

After the long trek to their rented beach house, Nesta stopped at the edge of the dock to knock the sand from her shoes. There was a small shower outside the backdoor to rinse the saltwater and stubborn sand from her body, and Nesta hissed against the stark cold that rained down on her legs. A proper shower was the only thing that was going to combat the chill in her blood, and that realization was enough to solidify her decision to stay inside the rest of the afternoon with a romance novel.

Her towel was full of sand, so she hanged it over the porch railing and headed directly to the bathroom. It was best if she peeled her bikini off in the shower to avoid scattering any lingering sand all over her bedroom, so she moved swiftly into the small bathroom and cranked the water nearly to the warmest setting. The firm grip of her arms around her body did very little to combat the goosebumps on her skin, and she let out a near moan at the feel of the hot water.

She closed the shower door behind her and stood beneath the spray properly to rinse her hair. Her bikini made a loud slopping sound against the tile in the corner. Dealing with it was a task for someone with any motivation beyond warmth and cleanliness.

Nesta lathered her hair and combed a generous amount of conditioner through her strands to help with the detangling process. The wind had created a monster, adding another notch against the beach in her book.

While her conditioner did the Cauldron's work, she grabbed a wash cloth and body wash. As she moved back beneath the spray, her foot slipped over the suds near the drain, but Nesta righted herself with a firm hand against the tile wall. The excessive amount of conditioner wasn't helping matters.

She rinsed her hair and body all at once to get to her lounge clothes as soon as possible. Stepping out of the spray to hang her washcloth on the nearby rack to dry was near torture now that she was properly warmed, and Nesta wasted no time in stepping back into the water for one last hit before shutting it off.

That was her intention, anyway. What happened instead is that her traitorous feet were no match for the slick tile, and the backward steps were all it took to send her careening to the floor. She slapped at the wall to no avail, finding no ally in reach. What she did find was insult to injury when various toiletry bottles rained down on top of her.

She had stupidly tried to brace her fall with her other hand, sending a spark of pain from her palm to her shoulder. Her groan echoed off the walls and the shower showed no mercy as the water rained onto her chest, all over her face.

A booming voice made her eyes snap open, only to snap them shut against the sting of the water.

"Nes?"

Her delay had been too long. The bathroom door burst open, and through the frosted glass, she saw Cassian's imposing form assessing the situation.

"Nesta? Are you hurt? What happened?"

This could not be happening. Of all the fuckers to be in the house at one of her lowest points, it had to be Cassian. Gwyn would be hearing about this.

"Go away."

She cringed against how dejected she sounded. Turning her head and shielding her eyes with her uninjured arm, she found that he did no such thing.

"Cassian," she warned. "Get the fuck out of here. Now."

He propped a hip on the bathroom counter. Arrogant bastard. At least, from what she could tell, his chin was turned up toward the ceiling rather than his gaze being fixed on the frosted glass.

"Something tells me things aren't going well if you've yet to peel yourself off the floor."

Nesta rolled her eyes and turned her face toward the water once more. Maybe she could drown.

"Let me help."

"I thought I was pretty clear. I'm not accepting help from you."

A deep sigh sounded in the bathroom, but before she could snap, his rough voice followed.

"Fine. Don't accept my help. Rhys came with me to grab snacks for the others. I'll have him switch with me."

"No," she roared, cringing against the command in her voice and her lack of options.

Every time she tried to sit up, pain tore through various parts of her body. Her ass, the hip that had taken most of the impact, her shoulder. She needed help, and while she hated the idea of accepting it from Cassian, she would rot in hell before Rhysand helped her out of the shower. How had she found herself in a situation where her only chance at help was the man who spent the majority of his life being as big of a pain in her ass as possible?

His voice sounded again, but it carried away from her. "Rhys, head back without me." His brother's voice came next, but Nesta couldn't hear him over the patter of water in the shower. "Nah, I'm good. Just taking a break from the sun. I'll catch up."

With that, he shut the bathroom door behind him. At least Cassian had the good sense to lie to Rhys rather than recruit any additional attention to her compromising position.

"Alright, Sweetheart. I've got a towel ready. I'm going to open up and shut the water off."

Nesta's breath hitched at the rush of cool air, at the form that cast her in shadow almost entirely. She pulled her legs up and shielded her chest with her good arm, earning a throaty chuckle from her savior.

"I'm not looking. I'd rather when a woman wants me to see them naked."

Why her need to launch jabs at him overpowered her pain was lost on her. "Must have been a while, then."

"Saw a good set out on the beach, actually. She was feeling pretty generous after watching me and Az play volleyball, I guess."

Nesta scowled. That tingling sensation down her spine didn't feel secondary to her injuries at hearing the story.

"You're a pig," she grumbled, but she let Cassian drape the towel over her front and ease her into a sitting position.

"It felt rude not to look."

Her huff of a laugh was genuine. Damn him. He moved to wrap the towel tightly around her shoulders.

"Think you can stand up?"

Nesta grimaced against the soreness in her hip. "Yeah. In a couple of minutes."

Without a word, Cassian hoisted her into his arms with measured gentleness. Her cheek rested against his shoulder since she didn't have her arms free to prop her up, but she barely had the energy anyway.

He maneuvered them out of the tight bathroom and down the hall to her room, easing her onto the edge of her bed. She opened her mouth to say thanks, but he had already spurred into action.

"What did you want to wear?"

"I'll get it."

He shot her a glare. "Fine. I'll pick."

Nesta growled her frustration, but Cassian only ticked his eyebrows upward in challenge. She hadn't realized initially that he wore only his swim trunks, half of his black hair pulled back and out of his face. The sun added color to his already bronze skin and left a soft blush on his cheeks that accented his hazel eyes. And she, to the contrary, was a lump beneath a massive towel. One that had managed to injure herself during a simple shower, evidenced by the soaked strands of hair plastered to her face and shoulders.

"There's a large night shirt in my suitcase and some sleep shorts."

Cassian grabbed them before turning toward her, a hand gripping the back of his neck. "Anything... underneath?"

Nesta allowed a sardonic laugh. "Underwear are for people with the use of both their arms."

He cleared his throat and left the clothes next to her on the bed. With a final instruction to call for him if she needed anything, he was gone.

She assessed the clothing and picked the shirt up first. One of her arms was through a sleeve in no time, but the second one was another story entirely. With a defeated whimper she gave up, dropping her arms into her lap with a hiss.

"Cassian!"

No response. Maybe he didn't hear her; the house was rather large. Her voice was louder the second time.

"Cassian!"

A muffled thud sounded, followed by a quick, "Coming!"

He appeared at the threshold of her door, dripping with water and suds. A large towel was wrapped around his waist, his grip white-knuckled to keep it in place.

"Everything alright? Where's the fire?"

Nesta blinked at him. "You said to call you if I needed anything," she pointed out, running her eyes over his state in accusation.

Cassian let out a long, suffering sigh. "I meant it, but you said you had this part covered. I take a 3-minute shower, tops."

"Well, I don't have it covered."

There was more bite to her voice than she'd intended, but self-pity and shame were settling into her bones. She hugged the nightshirt tighter against her body to serve as some form of armor, but it wasn't nearly enough.

Cassian's shoulders sagged, but she barely noticed in favor of watching beads of water travel down his torso, over his strong calves, and make a small puddle on the floor below. "I'm sorry. I was full of sweat and sand. I thought you'd be more likely to take help if I was clean."

Something in her chest softened at his forethought, even more so since he was right.

"Go finish your shower," she relented, settling her hips deeper into the mattress. "I can wait until you're done. I just— I need some help with my clothes."

He was on the balls of his feet, ready to haul himself straight to the shower. The water beneath his feet made her breath hitch. The words left her before she could think better of them.

"Careful! Don't rush." He blinked as if seeing her for the first time, but his usual cocky grin eventually stretched across lips. "I can't help you if you fall, too. And I'm not keeping you company on the ground until the rest of them come back."

Cassian's smile grew. He offered her a wink before he replied, "You're cute when you're all worried."

Her eyes narrowed to slits. "Go."

He hurried off on balanced feet, whether that was on Nesta's orders or a natural grace, she wasn't sure. While she waited, she opted to set them up as best as possible to make the process quick and painless. Well, minimally painful, considering there was a layer of awkwardness that was going nowhere fast. That was without counting the actual physical pain she would no doubt endure.

With a pathetic swatting motion, she knocked her sleep shorts to the floor and began shuffling them around with her feet. She'd managed to slip one into the proper leg hole before she heard Cassian's rich laugh from the doorway.

"Stubborn woman," he mused, seemingly allowing a sliver of affection to slip through. Nesta knew better.

She scowled, turning her chin up to make sure he knew how unwelcome his teasing was. He laughed harder and dropped to his knees in front of her, adjusting the tee he’d pulled over his head on his way into the room.

"What do you want to put on first? You're half-committed to both."

"Let's go with the shirt. It's long enough to cover me while we work on the shorts." Cassian nodded, reaching toward the crumpled article of clothing in her lap. Nesta jerked back to establish some expectations before moving forward. "You're about to see me naked."

"Yeah, probably," he sighed, as if it was a burden to him, too. "I won't look more than necessary though."

"Okay, good. And this doesn't change anything, so don't start acting weird around me. We take this to the grave, too. We'll never hear the end of it otherwise."

Cassian bit the inside of his cheek, pursing his lips in a failed attempt to hide his amusement. "You have my word."

He gently peeled the shirt from her grasp, sliding each sleeve beyond the crooks of her elbows before pulling the opening over her head. Nesta hissed at the pinch of pain through her shoulder but bit her tongue.

"I know. I'm sorry." He pulled the fabric down her sides and over her back. The backs of his knuckles dragged across her soft skin, and she barely contained her shiver.

Clearing his throat, he looked to the floor where her shorts were still tangled around her feet. He got to work on straightening them and allowed her to slip her other foot into the proper place. He didn't dare look up at her through his next request.

"Think you could put your weight on the leg that's not as sore?"

Nesta swallowed and said, “Yeah, I think so.”

“Use my shoulders to brace your weight, too.”

Her hands trembled as she reached for him. He was solid beneath her, the muscles in his shoulders unyielding under her grip. She had to resist flexing her fingers more firmly in a test of their resilience.

Cassian eased her shorts upward, the roughness of his knuckles tracing the same blazing path as they had over her back. His gaze was fixed resolutely on the floor, yet he managed to release them at the proper moment. The soft pop of the elastic snapped her out of whatever trance she was under, but the echo remained in the feel of his warm hands easing her hips back down to the mattress.

"Maybe we should have someone take a look at you; make sure you're okay." His brows came together when he realized she was already shaking her head in refusal.

"I'll rest a bit, and I'll be fine. I may be sore tomorrow, but I'm good."

Without a word, Cassian braced one of his legs outward and scooped Nesta into his arms. It grated her nerves how easily he'd lifted them both into a standing position.

"What are you doing? You can't make me go to the doctor."

Cassian leaned back and shook his head, trying to get his rogue hair out of his face. "I'm not manhandling you to the doctor, Nes. Settle down." His bottom lip jutted out to try and blow the strands away while he walked. "I'm taking you to the couch and getting you ice."

Oh. Well, that hadn't been what she expected. The gesture was enough to have her mindlessly raise a hand to tuck a lock of hair behind his ear. His eyes snapped to hers, his steps slowing to a stop in front of the couch. Their faces were close enough that she could run her nose along his if she wanted to, but she definitely didn't. Not even at the feel of his firm chest heaving against her.

They stayed that way, transfixed by the contact that was somehow more intimate than when he had draped clothes over her naked body. Their breathing settled into a rhythm together, and Nesta couldn't resist tracing the path of his sharp jaw. His slight stubble scraped against the pads of her fingers, all the way to his chin, where she grazed over his skin with her thumb. She snatched her hand away like he'd burned her.

Cassian's throat bobbed, and his fingers flexed against her ribs. His other hand did the same against her thigh, except his thumb traced a soft, idle path back and forth along the sensitive skin at the back. He made no moves to put her down.

Nesta knew she would regret the loss of his warmth immediately, but the line they flirted was thin. Not to mention, it was irresponsible to succumb to such a base urge considering, any other time, they would be poised to rip each others' heads off.

The shrieks of children at the neighboring beach house snapped their attention to something beyond the bubble they'd created for themselves. Cassian eased her to the couch and positioned pillows around her to keep as much pressure off of her aching joints as possible. He threw a blanket over her legs before heading to the nearby kitchen for ice.

Nesta watched his retreat with shameless appreciation. How had she never stopped to look at him through her current lens? Doing so may have been enough to make her more agreeable in nature. The thought made worry sink in her gut with what had transpired moments before, and she craved the oddly familiar banter they'd engaged in since he showed up to the scene of her demise.

"So," she called, eyes fixed on the intricately patterned throw pillow beneath her injured arm, "how much did you see?"

His voice was closer than she'd expected, but she managed not to startle. "Uh— I mean. I saw some things."

Nesta fixed her glare on him, and he gave her a sideways smile while he placed the ice strategically over her shoulder. She hissed against the cold, earning a look of apology.

"What things?"

He let out along breath. "A bit of everything, really. Not on purpose. " A slight blush turned the tips of his ears pink, but Nesta didn't comment on it. "Mostly, you know—" He gestured back and forth between his pecs. "—everything else was more... indirect, I guess."

Nesta groaned, allowing her forehead to fall to her good hand, cradling it in her palm. Cassian moved to the nearby armchair and took a sip of his bottled water.

"Don't be embarrassed, Sweetheart," he soothed, albeit mockingly. "They're not the worst ones I've seen today."

—

They had watched a movie in loaded silence until the others trudged up to the house near sunset. Nesta gave the cliff notes of how she'd wound up injured on the couch, making no mention of Cassian's help. The last thing they needed was an onslaught of questions from their nosy friends.

"I thought you were coming back out there. What happened to you?"

Cassian's brows drew together at Rhys' question. "Well, I saw Nesta laid up on the couch and offered to watch a movie with her. I lost track of time."

Rhysand eyed him skeptically, but no one questioned it. Cassian redirected everyone's attention to the matter of what they would cook as a group that night, but he was sure to give Nesta strict orders to stay planted on the couch. Overbearing prick.

With so many hands on deck, dinner was ready quickly. They all settled around the table, and Gwyn had made it a point to cushion Nesta's chair with pillows before letting her sit down. Her best friend must have sensed the verbal lashing that awaited her in the privacy of their shared room that night.

Laughter filled the space while they told stories from the day's events. Apparently, Azriel had rescued Gwyn from a feared creature of the deep while taking a dip in the water. He had hardly been able to stop laughing himself to tears long enough to complete the epic tale of how he defeated the bundle of seaweed that had threatened Gwyn's life so mercilessly. The latter hadn't found it quite so amusing, but Az offered her a broad smile in apology.

Nesta wasn't sure she had ever seen one quite so wide on his face, and holy gods. If she'd thought him to be beautiful before, she had been sorely mistaken.

As they usually did, Rhysand and Feyre settled close to each other as the other talked. Rhys was busy murmuring things into Feyre's ear that made her cheeks as red as Gwyn's sunburn, which earned a proper warning from Cassian to "stop being gross with his little sister". Nesta agreed with him enough to refrain from reminding him that he was in no way related to Feyre.

"Don't mind him, Darling," Rhys purred. "He's pouting because the only action he'll see during this trip will be self-directed."

Cassian nostrils flared in annoyance, and for whatever reason, Nesta found herself rising to his defense.

"I don't know," she sang, "I hear Cassian saw a pretty good set today."

A chorus of questions broke out, but he only had eyes for Nesta. The gleam in his eyes told her he knew she hadn't been referring to the ones flashed to him and Azriel after the beach volleyball game.

"I did," he agreed, sipping some of the amber liquid in his glass. "Perfect, actually."

The questions continued, and Azriel reluctantly began recounting the tale of he and Cassian's victory flashing. Nesta used her good arm to raise her wine to her lips, mouthing a subtle thank you over the glass for everything he'd done for her. The least she could do was preserve a bit of his dignity.

Cassian lifted his class in mock cheers and said everything he needed to with a single wink.

The pleasure was all mine.

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