#i continue to wait for one quality pic

[virtchandmoir]

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[princesssmars]

she gon’ eat this pussy up cause it’s sweet!

yet another boxer!vi x reader

p.i - p.ii

wc : 3.310

contains : fxf. fem!reader. hair and skin tone not described. fluff. some jealousy made up by hotel sex. oral and penetrative sex (r!receiving). they both want that cookie so bad.

a/n : they keep getting longer help me. i already have kind of an idea of the next part in my brain because the day after i started this i had the horniest dream ever so i'll just write that out. here's the position if you can't get the logistics down ik that happens to me lmao. enjoy <3

you never saw yourself as the type to get on a plane at the drop of a hat just to get railed silly by your girlfriend, but you’ve been learning a lot about yourself these past few months.

and one thing that’s made itself apparent? you and violet were fucking whipped for each other.

obviously it was to be expected, over six months in and this had been both of your longest relationship yet. you both made the time and effort to make sure it continued to be so, constantly spending quality time together and making sure boundaries were respected and desires were met.

it seemed that as everyday passed your shared devotion just increased tenfold.

as well as your… equal amounts of passion.

it was almost silly to look back and remember how you were so nervous that intimacy would change something in how she saw you. you don’t regret waiting and setting that boundary for yourself, but after the first few times together you really wish you had started sleeping with her earlier.

obviously sex wasn’t the only reason you loved violet. she was an amazing lover in every sense of the word, always ever so affectionate and caring to your physical and emotional well-being. you constantly told her you’re sure her clear superiority at being an older sister made her such a sweetheart, always protecting and looking out for you even when it wasn’t needed.

but it was only a matter of time before vi’s skills and charisma in the ring caught up to her, and before both of you knew it she had greatly increased in popularity to the point she was booking matches in other cities, occasionally leaving you along for weekends when she had to stay overnights to train and perform.

and you over it for the first couple of times. it wasn’t the end of the world when the two do you had to be separated, and when you got lonely there were always other ways you could be there for each other.

“how much longer until your back?”

“aww, don’t tell me my baby’s missing me already?” vi’s mocking voice rings through the receiver, groggy and low after falling asleep an hour prior before you called.

“can you blame me? normally i have you all over me every saturday night like clockwork, now i’m all alone in this bed. in my underwear. alone.”

she chuckled at your brazenness and audibly shifted herself over the phone. “oh yeah? maybe i could help you with that. wouldn’t mind staying up to help you…”

you hum playfully. “then maybe i could give you a visual guide?”

as soon as she hears the incoming face-time call vi’s eyes briefly close in bliss. god, does she adore you.

and of course having vi guide you through masturbating from miles away for the first time is a thrilling experience, but it still leaves a slight ache in your cunt heart to not have her by your side as often as you once did.

but when you saw the radiant look on her face on television after she won a fight, heard the joy in her voice when she called you as soon as she walked off of the platform, you didn’t have it in you to bring up your silly complaints about not having her by your side twenty four seven. she was finally living her dream, and you wouldn’t cause her any worries about balancing it with you.

so you’d shut up, use her flexing mirror pics to get off, and be patient. it shouldn’t be hard, you’re an independent woman and completely secure in your relationship.

well. maybe just independent.

a big company wanted vi as a sponsor and set up a schedule for her to fly out to film promotional material for nearly five weeks. your girlfriend was intuitive, asking you if you were okay with her being gone for so long. you looked at her like she was crazy, telling her she’d have to be insane not to take this chance even if it meant you’d be alone for longer than usual. she seemed unsure, but was still excited about the opportunity and bid you goodbye at the airport with a big kiss and a promise to see you soon.

it was fine, the same daily texting and calls as had happened before. but after a few days she tells you her conversation might be slipping because of some of the extra trainings they’re making her do for the promo. that’s all fine and dandy to you.

until you see it on social media. it starts as a clip of vi hanging out with some of her fellow boxer friends at a club, nothing out of the norm. but going though the comments makes you skip way to around the end of the video, and you feel your eyes burn into your phone when a woman, an admittedly gorgeous woman comes up to the table and sidles up right next to vi in the booth.

honestly, this was nothing new. you’d known since your introduction that woman drew to vi like a magnet. your own friend was starstruck when she talked to the both of you and gave you a very funny passive aggressive message when she found out the two of you were dating. you’d had to deal with desperate fans at her games, begging for a chance to talk to her, touch her, beg her to autograph their chests at one point?

so who you find out to be a fairly famous influencer show up at the same hot spots as your girlfriend who’s over a hundred miles away isn’t surprising. what is surprising is the fact they keep popping up in the same places. you would never for a second think vi would cheat on you. it still doesn’t help quell the little green devil that lives in your chest, though.

its am early friday afternoon in your apartment and you’re scrolling through delivery apps for a quick meal when you see vi’s contact come up at the top of your screen, answering it as soon as you process who’s calling.

“someone’s eager to talk to me.”

“it’s nice to talk to you too, vi. how was your day?”

“it was alright, we just did those pictures and photoshoots today so i got to just stand around and show off my good looks.”

“it is one of your strong suits.” you dryly chuckle and keep scrolling through the food options, battling between pizza or pasta.

“feels better when i have you looking at me, though. you doing anything tonight?”

“nothing much, dining in and watching a movie i guess.”

she hums and is about to say something else but the green ugly devil decided to reach its hand through your body and puppet your mouth for no reason whatsoever.

“you going back to the club tonight?”

“uhhh no, all my friends are busy and i have an early morning tomorrow. why, you feeling left out pretty?”

“what if i was?”its silent once again.

“then what if i did something about it?”

so you’re here, flying through the dark of night thousands of feet in the air and slowly descending to an airport where violet is waiting for you, standing at the pickup area is a very inconspicuous black tracksuit with a black beanie to cover up most of her hair and large black shades. there aren’t words to describe the euphoria you feel being back in her warm embrace, sinking into her arms as she rests her chin on your head.

“i cant believe you really did this. and i cant believe they let you through the airport wearing that.”

“i know, had to give security some autographs. cmon, we’ll go back to the hotel.”

you sit a little too close for safety standards next to vi in the back of the dark suv the company had been lending her for her stay in the city, her arm wrapped around your shoulders as the other sat innocently on your thigh. well, as innocently as it could be with vi. she wouldnt do anything too crazy with someone driving, but her thick finger did inch towards the gap between your legs a few times.

there’s an unspoken tension as you arrive at vi’s hotel and she takes your bags to lead you up to her room, keeping close to you until you make it through the door and she sets your stuff by the spacious closet.

she had sent you some pictures as soon as she had checked in, but it was still surreal seeing the thing in person. it was big, but it made sense since she was an extended stay on a ‘business’ trip of sorts. you smile seeing the left open chip bag on the desk and one of her favorite movies playing on the television.

you’re brought out of your stupor by a familiar large hand grabbing yours and tugging you over to the plush couch that sits against the end of the bed.

“so, what ‘cha think?”

”you roll your eyes and relax into the chair some more. “i think that you should take these brand deals more often. just make sure to keep brining me along.”

“oh i definitely would, wouldn’t want you feeling jealous again, would we?”

your mouth gapes open as your body sits upright, looking at her defensively as she struggles to hold in her laughter. there’s no denying it with her so you decide to do the mature thing and cross your arms with a pout.

“how do you figure that?”

“because i know people are talking about the influencers that keep showing up to our booths. and i know your best friend told me about your sour mood and threatened to kick my ass over it.”

you sigh and turn your body to hers, resting your leg over her thighs when she makes the motion to pull it over herself. “’m sorry, vi. you know i’d never believe you’d do that. it’s just…”

“it’s just what?” her thumb and forefinger come up to pink your chin and bring your downcast eyes to her attention, “you know you can tell me anything, right?”

“of course i do. i didn’t wanna complain because everything is going so greatly for you, and i didnt want to make it seem like im unsupportive. i couldnt be prouder of you, vi. it’s just hard not being around you so much. i love our calls and the pictures and everything but its not..its not you.”

her eyes turn soft and she shakes her head before pulling your entire body to rest on her lap, both of her hands coming up to your cheeks to bring you in for a sweet but hard kiss.

she pulls back and peppers some more kisses over your face until you start to laugh, the sound of your laughter always brighting up her day. “i understand, baby. you don’t sound unsupportive, i promise. it’s been hard for me too. i’ve missed you so much when i’ve been gone, you have no idea.”

you gently nod and give a dreamy sigh before sinking into her arms once again, hand coming up to palm at her hair as hers travel to your waist and gently massage up and down your back. you’re content to enjoy the moment until her hands start to skirt lower and lower and suddenly you remember that you’re back in the arms of you’re girlfriend who you haven’t been able to sleep with in literal weeks.

you let out a sharp squeak when her palms travel down to your ass and squeeze you over the fabric of your leggings, head coming do so scarred lips can whisper in your ear.

“how about i show you how much i missed you?”

you’re very glad that its been established you’re both desperate for each other, because otherwise you’d be nothing but embarrassed to be in this position.

you’re starting to feel a slight kink in your neck from staring down at the woman currently eating you out like she’s starving, but when she takes your clit into her mouth and sucks so intensely you throw your head back you briefly think any small amount of pain is worth the pleasure she’s giving to you now.

your arms hold you up on the back part of the couch, one knee resting on the armrest and the other on vi’s thigh so your pussy is right in front of her face for her to get easy access, her hands scooping and pulling you in by your ass and making it impossible for you to back up and avoid the pleasure when it becomes too much.

“vi, nngh, vi,” the only words you can get out are slurred mumbles of her name and curses as her tongue dips down to thrust into you. her nose bridge more than enough to give you stimulation on your clit as she somehow buries her head even further into your cunt and groans into you, the vibrations only driving you crazier.

you whine when she pulls her face away to stare up at you, eyes hungry and sweet like you’re a deity that’s letting her drink freely from the fountain of youth.

“you still jealous, muffin?”

“vi cmon, please keep going, please-”

your mouth gapes wider when she quickly leans down and licks a long strip up and over your clit, pulling away with more of you smeared over her lips than before.

‘fuck, violet,” your head tips back in bliss, concentration slipping as you feel her hot breath ghost across your clit and her eyes trained on your chest as you arch your back.

her fingers clench again and pull your cheeks apart, a little grin gracing her face at your high-pitched gasp at feeling the cool air of the hotel room hitting both of your holes.

“y’know, i seem to recall a certain someone making fun of me for being jealous just a few months ago..”

you groan as she speaks, pushing your hips in a futile attempt to get her to keep eating you out.

“not so fun when its you, huh angel?” her hand travels further up from your behind so her fingers can prod at your entrance, teasing your hole to bring more of those desperate sounds that she loves to pull from deep in your chest. “it’s ok, i know it was hard for you. could see how desperate you were over the phone.”

“i wasn't- oh, shit, i wasn't that needy.”

only about an inch of her ring and middle fingers are shallowly thrusting into you but its enough to drive you wild. its a bit humbling to realize she has you in the palm of her hand already, but you cant find it in you to care.

“tell that to my favorite pillow. swear i thought you were gonna give yourself rug burn last week.”

you drop your head to look at her again and she cant help but laugh at your best attempt at a scowl, eyes droopy and mouth scrunched in the cutest little pout she’s ever seen.

she bites her lip and suddenly pushes her fingers all the way to the hilt inside of you, silently reveling in how she has to hold your body up when your knee beside her starts to wobble.

she thought about teasing you more, holding her fingers in place and not moving until you admitted you were desperate for her, that you needed her. but she was just as desperate for you as you were for her, and when she feels your walls clenching around her combined with you starting to drip down her hand and wrist her brain goes on autopilot and she starts to fuck you at the pace she knows you love best.

in only an instant you're moaning and writhing above her, hips jerking back and forth for friction and your nails digging into the fabric of the sofa. a brief voice in your head tries to remind you that you’re in a hotel and other people can likely hear you, but like she can read your mind vi gives a stern whisper to ‘put it down.’ as soon as you raise your arm to bite into it.

vi lets out a mix between a laugh and a groan at your immediate obedience to her command and she briefly becomes aware of the arousal that's building between her own legs. she subconsciously starts rubbing her thighs together as she continues to stare up at your body. when your body jolts when she hits that spot deep inside of you she’s afraid she might actually cum in her pants and decides to distract herself by stuffing her face back between your legs.

it often scared you, how amazing vi was at eating pussy. you try not to think about how most of it was probably due to extensive practice, but when she sucks at your clit in that way that leaves a rather obvious noise you can't find it in you to care. she’s all yours now anyway, and the thought only brings you closer and closer to the edge.

she can tell you’re about to cum by the tremors in your legs and your hand coming to the back of her head to push her farther into your cunt. she likes doesn't care about the pain of your nails in her scalp. doesn't care that it’s becoming just a bit hard to breathe. there are two places in the world where vi truly feels at peace, in the ring during a fight and in between your thighs as she brings you to an orgasm. she tries to mumble gentle encouragements as you cum around her fingers but they only come out incoherent, the vibrations from her voice only driving you further up the wall as you release.

even as you come down your body still has little tremors brought on by vi continuing to lick and suck at you after your orgasm ends, only your hand digging into her hair and pulling her away able to stop her from going at you. her face is flushed, covered in cum, and her mouth agape as she takes deep breaths in and out. you’re sure you look no better but she makes no mention of what a mess you must be, only flopping her head to the side to rest on your thigh so she can stare up at you.

“i…i might have been a little jealous.”

she breathes out an airy chuckle at your confession and gently shakes her head. “i think we share that in common.”

your eyes start to droop closed in the bliss of the moment, your body in a dreamy state while vi kisses over your thighs and stomach before giggling when vi places a short chaste kiss right on your cunt,

“not a problem as long as we can keep reassuring each other, huh?”

you never saw yourself as the type to have to hide your face in a pillow when your girlfriend got delivered a noise complaint by a flustered hotel attendant at eight in the morning, but you’ve been learning a lot about yourself lately.

[jaythes1mp]

Do you think readers' lives would be different if they were a deer hybrid?

Fun Fact: Did you know that cervids (from the deer, deer and elk family) are considered extremely sensitive animals. When suffering severe stress, such as when captured or rescued, for example, the animal's reaction can cause what is called 'capture myopathy' ', which compromises the organism of these animals.

I do, actually. Because, another fun fact! In June of this year me and my roommate saved a baby deer who was laying next to her mums dead body (she was less than 48 hours old). Fortunately she wasn’t injured. We were extremely lucky to be living next to a wildlife specialist, our neighbour, who’s been looking after Astrid and will continue to until she’s old enough to be relocated. Thankfully this wasn’t the first deer that’s been brought to her. So unfortunately I'm very acquainted with that fact.

She’s still striving strong though! These were the first pics taken of her.

Anyway, how they’d react:

Batfam x deer hybrid reader

With Damian's exceptionally caring nature when it comes to animals, he has already meticulously planned out the perfect environment for your deer forms comfort. He has considered every possible scenario and tailored everything to ensure your contentment as well as a space to meet all of your needs.

The young Wayne would thoughtfully strategize and visualise your reactions to every minor action or stimulus. He would carefully consider the most appropriate responses and adapt his behaviour to ensure a positive and nurturing environment for you. Even if the environment in question was one that you were forced into.

The bats would handle your transformed state with great caution, disregarding if your human mind was in control when you were transformed or not. Given your affiliation with the Cervidae family in your animal form, the Wayne family would be especially mindful and considerate of your natural tendencies, behaviours, and instincts.

Despite Dick's intelligence and expertise as a vigilante, being second only to Bruce Wayne himself, his impatience would become apparent within the twenty-ninth attempt to approach you for some affectionate ‘big brother cuddles’. Assuming you’re an adult or older teen, you would be extremely skittish and resistant in your deer form to his advances and attempts to get close, if not completely avoid his presence altogether, let alone let him cling to you for a ‘snuggle.’

Jason wouldn’t comprehend why you’d consistently conceal yourself, in both forms, hiding behind the couch every time he arrives, or why you involuntarily freeze at the sound of his motorcycle, or even why you instinctively flee at the slightest hint of him standing or making a move. But despite his confusion, he doesn't hold it against you. He’s witnessed the horrific experiences and trauma the children of Gotham City are subjected to, and if hiding and evading is the way you cope with what you’re going through, then he’s willing to wait patiently for you to feel secure in his presence. As your sibling, he vowed never to give you a reason to fear him. He knows just how overwhelming it is in this new environment, and he’s not planning on giving you any more reasons to be frightened by them.

Tim would find it easier to deal with your distressed nature than the others, opting to monitor you through the security cameras, allowing him to work on his cases simultaneously, rather than being overly affectionate with you. This way, he could keep a watchful eye on you without having to directly interact, which allows him to multi-task and focus on both keeping you safe and solving his cases.

Despite Jason and Dick no longer living in the Manor, Bruce would likely be the one to spend the least time with you. However, he's not neglecting you. He makes a conscious effort to rearrange his busy schedule, keeps certain days free every week, and meticulously plans time for some quality family bonding. Even if the quality time in question only consists of him quietly sitting in your vicinity, sipping on some freshly made tea while reading the newspaper, he cherishes every moment that he gets to share with you. Simply being near you is enough. Because you're his child, and he's not planning on fucking that up ever again.

[alisonwritesimagines]

Batmom with Batfamily Headcanons

Author's Note: Because why not? Also, pic not mine.

All the kids introduce their significant others to her after a month of dating

They go based on her judgement because they love her that much

98% of the time you like their significant others

Has many times beat Bruce at Uno

Is originally not from Gotham but moved to Gotham for college cause of cheap rent and good programs

Has thought about divorcing Bruce after finding out about Damien

Knows how to fight and is very scary with any weapon in her hand after Joker’s attack

Harley, Ivy, and Batmom have tea parties just for funsies in her garden

Continued after Batmom had Martha

Alfred joins the tea parties sometimes

Helps victims in Gotham after villain attacks

Alfred and her have a Fran and Niles type of friendship like in The Nanny

She is younger than Bruce by about 4 years

Has girls days out with Harley, Ivy, Barbara, Cassandra, and Stephanie

Gets whatever she wants for Mother’s Day and her birthday from Bruce and the kids

Her and Bruce came up with a back up plan in case Bruce’s identity as Batman get out

Has another back up plan with Bruce in case something worse happens

Loves watching outdoor survival tips

Loves to take care of Bruce when he’s hurt

Has to motivate him to stay in bed when he’s badly injured

Bruce takes her out on a vacation with just them two at least once a year to make up for his late nights as Batman

Has thought about becoming a vigilante herself but went against it since she knew that the family needed someone at home when things get rough

Has at least one thing in common with each kid

“I do not give two shits that you are vigilantes, I will ground every single one of you and let Gotham criminals take the streets for one night!”

Ride or die mom

“Mom, I need your help but you can’t tell Bruce.”

“What did you do this time?”

“This time won’t be as bad as last time. I promise.”

"That's what you said last time! But tell me what's going on."

Jason and Damien encourages her to be more chaotic

Damien has told Talia to stay away from you and for Ra al Ghul to stay away from you

Is head of the PTA at the kid's school

Has fought the school once

Sometimes agree with Jason's old method of killing criminals

But would never tell Bruce

Does not wait for Bruce when watching shows

Uses spoilers as threats

"It's quality time tonight."

"I know but the kids need me."

"I will spoil what happened at the end of the Umbrella Academy."

"You wouldn't dare."

"I dare!"

Hates how she thinks she can't do much for her family while they're all out being vigilantes

[silvergyus]

polaroid

pairing: yeonjun x fem!reader

summary: you buy your boyfriend a film camera for his birthday, only for him to find his passion for taking pictures of your, ahem, intimate moments together

warnings: yeonjun & y/n (consensually) photograph each other naked/performing sexual acts, reader has a vulva, hickeys, oral (y/n receiving, yj receiving), penetrative sex (y/n receiving), use of “baby/ pretty/ my baby” for reader

word count: 900+

author’s note: written as part of @majestyjun's #24 days with jjunie !! event. check out the rest of the works here.

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Your boyfriend blows the candles out on the birthday cake you baked for him, his face illuminated by the warm glow. There’s a mechanical click and sudden flash as you capture the moment. Yeonjun seems startled for a moment, and you giggle at his surprised expression.

“It’s your present!” you smile, holding up a vintage Polaroid camera. “I hope you don’t mind that I didn’t get to wrap it.” You handed him the black device, the photo slowly being deposited from within. You kissed him on the cheek and scooted your chair closer to his. “It just arrived this morning and between baking the cake and everything…”

“It’s great; I love it.” He smiled and kissed you.

You wanted to get Yeonjun something that he could explore his burgeoning love of photography with. Something that would drive his fans crazy when he shared it on Instagram. Yes, even though Yeonjun was your boyfriend, you loved every opportunity for a “boyfriend photo.”

And Yeonjun did like the camera.

----

He never posts them of course, the pictures he takes of you. They’re just for him; special, secret photos that only the two of you will ever see. They start out innocently enough: pictures of you smiling at his birthday party, pictures of your fingers intertwined with his. But from there…

They’re faceless at first, the pictures of you in his bed. Your hair splayed out messily across the pillow, your neck and chest covered in dark hickeys. Your nipples, puffy and swollen after he tugged them into his mouth. The hazy quality of the film camera in the low light of his bedroom makes everything seem like it was taken in a dream.

The photos print instantly from the camera, a mechanical whirr as the paper releases and the wait as the image slowly, slowly comes into view. He saves each one in a photo album he keeps hidden away in a drawer.

At first, you’re shy around the camera, not used to a camera being out during intimate moments. But soon enough, Yeonjun’s habit of snapping a pic becomes comfortable and routine. It’s cute, the way he dates them in sharpie at the bottom of the film. Little hearts around your name on his favorite images.

You start to take pictures of him too. His pretty lips spread as he sucks on your fingers, his face snuggled against your bare chest. His mischievous eyes as he flicks at your nipple with his tongue.

The more comfortable the both of you become around the camera, the more involved it becomes.

Side by side in the photo album hide a set of matching photos. In the first, Yeonjun looks up into the camera, his eyes hazy with lust as he laps at your pussy. In the second, you’re on your knees with his cock in your mouth, his hand holding your hair back as the other snaps the picture.

He keeps the picture of you, ropes of his cum staining your face as you smile, eyes closed, behind the case of his phone. Behind yours you hide the one of him, your juices running down his chin as he smiles a dopey grin.

There are fuzzy Polaroids of his fingers buried inside you, taken with his left hand while he continued to pump into you with his right. Blurry and still images of his length buried inside your pussy. One where he was moving and one where he had the forethought to pause his hips while taking the picture.

He always, always asks before the camera comes out. He wants you to feel comfortable enough to have these moments preserved forever.

“Baby, you look so cute,” he says, pressing a wet kiss to your throat as he slowly pumps his hips, “wanna take a picture.”

You moan out a quiet “yes” as consent before whining at the loss of physical contact when he moves away to grab the camera from his bedside table. He moves quickly, not wanting to be away from you for long. Soon enough, the device is in-hand, loaded with film and ready to capture the moment.

Yeonjun gently places his tip at your entrance and pushes in just a little. You let out a soft moan at the feeling of him. He smirks, loving the effect he has on you with even this little contact. He leans back to get as much of you in the frame as he can, wanting to include the point where the two of you connect.

Your hands fly to your face, shyly covering it from the gaze of the camera. You hear the click and whirr as the image is captured and printed. As it develops in the light, Yeonjun thrusts the rest of the way in, drawing a long moan from you as you readjust to his length. He kisses along your jaw muttering sweet nothings. “So pretty, my pretty baby.”

The photo finishes developing and he smiles, showing it to you. You kiss him in response; you love the way he sees you, how his eye finds no flaws.

----

One picture from the camera does make its way onto his Instagram. The last slide of a photodump is a picture of a fuzzy Polaroid laying on his comforter. The tiny picture is two sets of sneakers touching toes on the sand of a beach. Fans debate who the other set of shoes belong to. They don’t know that the sneakers were Yeonjun’s birthday gift to you.

author's note: this is a work of fiction not meant to accurately represent the idol. please do not repost.

[simply-ivanka]

I waited to weigh in on the DC plane crash because I wanted to get the facts straight. I didn't want to dishonor those who lost their lives or tarnish the legacy of a dedicated military member. However, now that I've done my homework and have an informed opion, it’s time to say it loud and clear: President Trump was absolutely right—insane Democrat DEI policies contributed to this disaster.

Let’s get to the core of the issue. The air traffic controllers at Reagan National were severely understaffed that night due to DEI policies that kept over 1,000 qualified applicants from getting hired—all so that the FAA could prioritize candidates who fit certain diversity criteria. This ridiculous situation put the FAA in the middle of a class-action lawsuit before the crash even occurred! As a pilot, I can confidently say that since the Obama administration’s DEI initiatives, the quality of air traffic controllers has taken a nosedive. Competent controllers are stuck cleaning up the mess made by those who were hired under DEI guidelines.

Now, let’s focus on Captain Rebecca Lobach—she's the person responsible for this crash. Flying at 325 feet, which is 125 feet above the helicopter ceiling, she absolutely deserves the blame. With only 450 hours of flight time, she was the pilot in command during a continuity of government exercise. Usually, it takes at least 1,000 hours and 2–4 years of experience to be designated as PIC, especially when tasked with flying VIPs.

The Army said she was the pilot in command during night training, but her inexperience was glaring when she shut off the ADS-B safety system. That system could have alerted the airliner, and there’s absolutely no reason for it to be switched off during training in crowded airspace. The instructor pilot, with 1,000 hours of experience, should have been paying closer attention and corrected these obvious and deadly mistakes. This is just unacceptable.

And here’s something that really stands out: the government waited three days to share her name because they were busy erasing her social media presence and that of her family to cover up the truth. She worked as a social aide in the Biden White House, was a lesbian, and a vocal participant in the "Pride" movement, frequently attending rallies and protests. In fact, she bought a $540,000 house four years ago while serving as a second lieutenant with a mere $43k annual salary from the Army, with financial help from an unnamed partner. The fact she was a lesbian is relevant because it is one of the DEI criteria to be selected for elevation, in addition until 2010 she would not have been eligible to serve due to her sexual orientation therefore this incident would not have happened.

Let’s not overlook the fact that the average commercial airline pilot has around 15,000 hours of flight time. The American Airlines pilots involved in this crash? They certainly aren’t to blame. The responsibility falls squarely on Lieutenant Lobach and the reckless DEI policies that helped create this situation. It’s time to call it like it is and hold those accountable who should be.

Dennis W Futch

Chairman, CCGOP

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[jadeiteee]

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Pairing/s : Daniel Ricciardo x reader

Face claim : Heidi Berger and nonface from pinterest🫶🏻🫶🏻

Summary : That one famous fan acc is dating Daniel??

Warnings : ?

Author’s notes : am on a writing slump rn😔😔 pls leave some comments and force me to continue writing pls. Also ofc I need to slip in Maxiel in everytjing🫶🏻🫶🏻

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liked by Danielricciardo_3, Maxiel333, Danielr1cc1ardo and 4.721 others

Ricciardo3 : Daniel Ricciardo before Qualifying -Canada 2024

User4 : Can I have the third picturee??                                                                       ↳ Ricciardo3 : Check your dms!                                                                       ↳ User3: ME TOOOOOO                                            ↳ Ricciardo3 : https://www.Ricciardo3.com I uploaded the pictures here!🫶🏻🫶🏻

User8: Daniel serving every day

User2: The car is ass but atleast he is slaying😔😔                                                 

                           

liked by Maxielforever, Ricciardoupdates, Dannyric3 and 8.521 others Ricciardo3 : 🚜🚜 all pictures uploaded in my website🫶🏻

User12: HE IS SO FUCKINHOT I CANT BE3ATYE HEL- ↳ User5 : Take a deep breath🧘‍♀️🧘‍♀️

User8: Where are you finding all these pics?? ↳ User14 : who cares, they are feeding us with all these boyfriend pics✊🏻✊🏻

User6 : All hail mother for serving us high quality daniel content🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

Ricciardo3 : 🫶🏻🫶🏻 @/danielricciardo

User17: WAIT FUCK SO THAT TWIT WAS FR???

User16: TOLD YALL IT WQS REAL MOBIDT WAS LISTENING TOME

User35: WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS PLOTTWIST??!!

danielricciardo : One year and counting❤️❤️ @/yourusername

maxverstappen1: I was not informed of this?? ↳ yourusername : Just so you know as a diehard Maxiel fan I would gladly back down and let you guys marry eachother🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️ ↳ danielricciardo: wtf?? ↳ User70 : Y/N IS A MAXIEL FAN?!! ↳ User69 : MAX DIDN’T KNEW??

User5 : Taking a deep breath🧘‍♀️🧘‍♀️

User333 : THIS IS ALL TOI MUCH FOR ME TO PROCESS

[philiponmycracker]

okay so I’m an AVOWED tumblr lurker exclusively —like only made a tumblr so I could lurk and have never posted ANYTHING ever — but I just HAD to let you know that you are NOT ALONE in your adoration of Tom Hulce. I love that man so much and, like you, have gone to ridiculous lengths in order to see his entire filmography (Shadow Man on VHS is arriving in a couple days and I can hardly contain my excitement!!!!??!!!). he just has some quality about him that causes COMPLETE obsession I swear. but for real I can’t thank you enough for your gorgeous gifs and pics and thoughts for our sweet gorgeous inspirational sexy talented queer king. THANK YOU THANK YOU you are doing the good work!!!!!

@historianmaybe5 omg you have no idea how incredibly happy and emotional i am right now thanks to you! I FEEL THIS, ALL OF THIS WITH YOU MY FRIEND, Thank you!! Oh this intense, violent admiration for Mr Hulce has totally consumed every second of my life. Are you able to put into words why he has this kind of power over his fans because this is honestly overwhelming, I can hardly cope??!

Thats amazing you bought the VHS, GOOD FOR YOU! Maybe you got that one I saw on Ebay, the Greek version? Magnificent!! I on the other hand want the Daniel Rocket VHS so bad, but i dont even have a player lol I am however hoarding dvds whatever i can find. (Im waiting to receive The Inner Circle dvd i asked my husband for as my bday present!) This whole situation is surreal because I never had this kind of obsession for an actor before, where I am so fixated I need to have the physical media like I must own the stuff as mine.

Can I.. can I just ask for a small favor if i may, if it is not too much trouble: Would you take some nice photos of the Shadow man VHS cover+back cover and share them with me please, for this poor desperate mortal soul? 😢I would love to have a look at the cover in good res (will it have *the scene* of Tom getting absolutely crushed by the feral Mrs, i had nightmares like it kept me awake for days)

And THANK YOU for loving my gifs!! I have been furiously spamming the tag with no intention of stopping until I get to gif every one of his films, at least once! So I will continue posting gifs here friend, for you, for me, for whoever loves or will love him as much as we do. This is my mission, my legacy for THE KING

*sending you hugs*

P.s. I also get this feeling that if there are these obscure/hard-to-find Tom Hulce movies scattered around the Internet, it is only thanks to the utterly obsessed fans like you and I. As an "international audience" it is only thanks to them I am able to find and watch all of his beautiful art. So I raise my glass tonight for those heroes *cin cin*

[ecargmura]

Bucchigiri?! Episode 9 Review - Matakara's Bad Day Continues

That ending…. While I am worried about what will happen to Matakara in these last few episodes, another part of me is excited because I want him to beat the crap out of Arajin. I am fully on Team Matakara on this one.

This episode is basically Ichiya fully possessing Matakara and how Matakara copes with the possession while still stressed and emotionally broken over Mitsukuni’s “death”. Unlike Arajin and Senya’s rather harmonious cohabitation, Matakara and Ichiya are anything but. Ichiya, as a character, is manipulative and vengeful. He manipulates Akutaro so that he will bring him towards Matakara in order to have full possession of him via bullet. He then casts him aside as he’s now inside Matakara. I do wonder what had happened for Ichiya to become the way he is. Senya’s flashback with him and Ichiya showed that they were once long-time friends but had a falling out.

Then there’s the issue with the black shadow figure. I thought the black shadowy figure was Ichiya, but I guess it’s something else entirely. Ichiya describes it as a figure of weakness that looms over Matakara as he is a weak-hearted person underneath. Matakara may seem sweet, but there is a bit of darkness that looms within his heart that has been there since he was a kid. Despite having friends and a place where he belongs, it still lingers. I do have a feeling that Ichiya could be lying about it. Watch the black shadow be a twist villain.

I can’t believe the Mitsukuni story arc ended with him getting killed off-screen. Wait, is he even dead? His funeral is not even shown. I’m on the boat of ‘pics or it didn’t happen’. If he is dead, then it’s serious wasted potential. I know that Mitsukuni is mainly used as a sort of lifeline of Matakara’s mentality, but for him to have a face, name, background and even a voice just screamed ‘important character for the story’ and he got yeeted off-screen. Why do I get the feeling that someone’s going to yell to Matakara that Mitsukuni is at the hospital and not be actually dead? I can feel that happening and I’m not going to like it at all.

Oh boy, Arajin… While it is nice that Arajin is thinking about Matakara, the fact that he still sort of finds him an annoyance and still doesn’t fully check up on him annoys me. He still simps for Mahoro and even she calls him out over his incompetence. She learned that Mitsukuni is in critical condition, or even dead and she tells Arajin if he has ever considered Matakara’s feelings for once. At least Mahoro knows how to sympathize while Arajin cannot. On top of that, Arajin starts wondering if Mahoro has a thing for Matakara. WHY IS THAT THE FIRST THING ON YOUR MIND? We’re 9 episodes into the show and there’s still no redeeming quality of this guy.

I do wonder what Akutaro’s role will be in this portion of the story. As he got abandoned by Ichiya, he wants revenge. However, the anime still doesn’t answer how he managed to stumble across Ichiya in the first place and why it’s possible for these djinnis to possess someone without a bullet.

I enjoyed the comedic parts of this episode the most. It was a nice way to get my mind off of the angst and pent-up annoyance towards Arajin. What are your thoughts on this episode?

[en-chi-la-da]

general animal death talk below

last night my dog sissy finally passed away

when i say finally i don't mean it like "god FINALLY i've been WAITING for her to GO already", i mean it like, i've been expecting it. "she's a tiny elder dog so i shouldn't be surprised when it happens", it's happening > it happened > time goes on. she's lived a long life, a solid 21 years (her birthday is in january) which was way longer than i was expecting her to go to be honest (although it is the estimated lifespan for the chihuahua breed WHATEVER) she was a strong little geezer. never broke a bone, rarely got sick, it felt like she was indestructible, looking back on it all.

unfortunately, she did get sick once again, so it actually wasn't from her old age catching up to her (again, that's what i expected to happen). she became lethargic and weak, very hot, was not eating/drinking or getting up to use the bathroom, when she did it was only to pee, and lots of sleeping. when we got her checked out she was dehydrated, ran over 103-degree F fever, and they told us that after an ultrasound they had found some cysts that had developed in her lower body (her digestive tract i believe). they said her body was trying to fight off an infection, most likely from the cysts, but they couldn't tell if they were cancerous or not or if one of them had popped or something. in the end, she wasn't looking good.

long term, we would've had to pay for numerous tests and surgeries for them to figure out what exactly was affecting her and try to treat her, although with her current state and how old she was, the vet estimated that most likely, her body wouldn't be able to handle all of that. short term, the quality of life route, we administer painkillers for a predetermined amount of time until she passes on her own or we run out. or, euthanization right there in the clinic. i saw no point in the medicine, why try to keep her around, just so we could watch her continue to suffer in her own bed? so she could keep not drinking or eating? so the infection could keep spreading? so i could end up one day coming home to find her dead body? horrible and ugly and the last thing i want to remember her by.

it felt like the best course of action, all things considered. she gets to pass painlessly, and i get to say goodbye and hold her in my arms one last time. honestly, i hadn't even started crying until it was over. when i felt her stop breathing and the vet confirmed that her heart had stopped. sure, at this point i had already accepted the fact that she was dying, there's not much we could do about it without hurting her more, it's the cycle of life, it was her time to go, i knew it was going to happen eventually - still, despite everything i was telling myself, to just get through it, for her sake - all my feelings in that moment still hit me like a truck. never before had she felt so small.

her life and her death will remain with me for the rest of mine, and i can only hope to see her again one day, but not for a long, long time.

i'm okay now, for the moment. honestly, ive just been rewatching all the videos i have of her, continuing to think of her and remembering her life with me. all that's left is to let the grieving process pass, i suppose. this is the last pic i got of sissy - this was from only a day before she started getting sick, can you believe that? i have others of her obviously, but this one i'm more comfortable with sharing.

on 4-15-2024 i said goodbye to the strongest chihuahua i've ever known and had the pleasure of raising 💖 may she rest in peace! :')

[vibratingskull]

Imperial secrets

Part1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16

Tags : mention of cheating, reconciliation

FemaleReader x Thrawn

You decide to take matters in your own hands and discuss your fiance with someone who might know him for longer times

You wait at the dinner, hiding under your hoodie and some sunglasses. You twirl your straw in your drink, awaiting. You side eye the dinner, you know some of your friends come and work here, you’d rather not be seen. But that’s where she chose to see you. You sigh and slouch in your seat, is it reasonable? You wonder. You don’t know what Arzel said to them, but all your friends stopped talking and texting you for some day now. You didn’t realize you would lose so much by getting on his bad side…

"Lieutenant commander (y/l/n)?" A woman appears at your side, in a black trench coat complimenting her black hair and green eyes. 

You rise up in a jump. 

"Yes! It's me, Captain Hugtan." 

She sat down in front of you, without removing her coat. She looks at you with piercing inquisitive eyes. You always thought she was beautiful, she is even more that close. She could still model for the Empire posters, like before. Your cheeks fluster as your old crush comes acting up again.

"So?" She ask impatiently 

"Yes. I wanted to ask you about Nather Satlove."

She looks ultimately uninterested. 

"And what do you want to know about him ?" 

"You frequent him for longer than me, has he ever appeared… strange to you?" 

"When was he never strange? He's a whole circus by himself." she snarls. Maybe their relationship is not as good as you first thought. "He always has been a self centered prick and if I'm judging by the latest news I heard about him, he didn't change."

You lower your head a little, that sounds like your man. 

"Well" You start. "I'm sure he has some qualities…" 

"Oh, he does! I have an immense respect for his work methods, that doesn't help the fact that he's insufferable."

You pout.

"Okay, has there been a period where he has been especially… Insufferable ?" 

She takes a ciggie out of her pocket, lights it up and takes a deep puff of it. You cough because of the smoke but she doesn't stop. 

"Well, you realize I can't disclose information about a respected Governor of the Empire to you like that."

"I'm his fiance" You retorted. 

She looks at you dubious. You decide to show her some pics of Arzel and you together. You're a bit annoyed having to display your private life like that, but you swallow your pride. She looks at them with a raised eyebrow, and gives you back your community with a grin.

“I see every taste is in nature…”

“We’ll talk about my taste another time.” You respond, losing patience “What can you tell me about him?”

She stares into space for a moment, surely gathering her memories. 

“We did our study together at the Academy, even though I was two years ahead of him. As far as I can remember he has always as been a free spirit, with a talent to gather people around him. He regularly spoke about the treatment of the aliens, which had the effect of enraging the teachers and some students. But what can I say? A solar personality and an influential family can melt any ice, and he was popular, except for one other thing…” She takes another puff of her cig. “He was a fucking classist.”

You look at her in surprise. You already knew he had a military education and he used to go to the Academy, but you didn’t suspect this aspect of him. You let her continue.

“Despite being his elder I was a victim of his scorn and disdain because I came from the working class, with other students. He finally showed some respect when some of us graduated.” She pouts.

You don’t feel rancor in her speech, only a profound lassitude. You sip on your drink, all ears.

“For him we didn’t have our place in this elite space and only the ones overcoming the odds deserved his respect.”

Now that you think of it, he never lingered too much in your former neighborhood and speaks to a restricted number of people in church.

“We lost sight of each other when his family “introduced“ him officially to this weird church…” She continues.

“His family?” You're surprised, a bit disappointed even “He never speaks to me of his family…”

She tuts, clearly unsympathetic.

“Well they're all in this weird cult. It’s a family thing apparently, if I remember correctly it’s one of his grandmas that started it with some other illuminated priests.”

“Belegs.” You correct her with anger lingering in the tone.

She squints at you and sneers.

“Of course, you’re part of it.”

“You have a problem with that maybe?”

“No, absolutely not. It’s just another proof that birds of a feather flock together.”

You breathe deeply through your nose. Keep calm, you think, she’s a superior…

“Either way, it appears he selectively chooses his friends after that, and would you look at that : they all come from his circle, except for those who overcame the odds, with whom he looks like he has a weird adoration thing.” She takes a puff.

You keep silent, digesting what you just heard. She looks at you with what you think is pity melt with amusement.

“Oh don’t be sour, if he didn’t tell you about all that it’s because he thought you weren’t ready.”

You snarl at that comment, you hope it’s not that.

“That, or he doesn’t actually trust you…”

Your eyes widen, Eli’s kiss flashing in your mind. You quickly chase this thought, don’t think about it…

“Say, it’s not that I’m bored but I hope you didn’t bother me just for heart reasons.” She throws.

“In fact not.” You respond, straightening your back and with a hard gaze. “Tell me everything you know about the Rear Admiral Marttilf…”

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You're curled up over yourself, completely entranced by your screen. It's the only light in your chamber, reflecting on your face and walls. You corroborate all the data you have with the new ones recently obtained, and more importantly the ones about Martlif.

The Empire is losing slaves, or assets as Thrawn would have said. Either way, the Empire is losing precious resources and you’re sure Martlifs is part of that problem, accomplice of those pirates that you chased after for so long and the underworld of Tyrahnn. 

You compile everything on a data card and decide to head toward the ISB. You take your airspeeder and fly at full speed on the streets of Coruscant, your mind wandering just as quick. The recent events shined a light on some truths about your situation and yourself. Losing Azrel is losing his love, your friend group, your home, your moral support, stability… And it is too much at once. Your whole life would be in ruins, so you had to take the next logical step : presenting excuses.

You stop in front of his office, looking at the window pensively, ready to forgive him all of his slips for a better life. You take a big breath and get in, you have to act like a proper adult from now on you decide, being the bigger person…

As you walk in the hallway you see someone leaving Azrel’s office, someone you didn’t expect.

“Eli…” You say in a breath.

He sees you and his whole face brightens, he embraces you with joy.

“(y/n)! What an unexpected pleasure to meet you!” He laughs “What are you doing here?”

You gulp, all your defenses going down in front of that smile. How can you be mad at that face? You feel yourself melt in front of him, and your heart drops in your stomach. You don’t want to hate him.

“I came to see Azrel.”

“Who?”

“Nather.”

He nods comprehensively. After all that time, anger led to acceptance and confusion. You’re not even sure of what you saw anymore, there was so much steam and they were away from you. After replaying this scene in your mind so many times, the memory got corrupted. Beside you have no proof of what you saw, all you have is some foggy memories of a moment of vulnerability. 

"I thought you were on duty." You manage to say. 

"We'll depart in one month, the Chimaera is in repairs. I just wanted to chat a bit with Nather."

Your heart pinches, you want to believe him, you want to believe Azrel. You want to believe a future is possible for all of you. 

Eli looks at you with tenderness. 

"I'm gonna be honest, at first I didn't like him all that much. But talking to him and his political views, I came to appreciate him." He ruffles his hair with a chuckle, like he didn't want to vex you. 

You nod with a faint smile. 

"Yes, he really feels strongly about some subjects…”

He put his hand on your shoulder.

“He’s a good man. Strange, but fine.” He hits your shoulder lightly and bids you farewell.

Hand on the door handle you look at Eli walking away in the hallway. You shake your head, take a deep breath and enter.

“Azrel?” You ask, passing just your head through the door.

You see him raising his head from his screen at the mention of his name. He recognizes you and raises an eyebrow.

“(Y/n)...” 

You pout. (Y/n) not Roween. He opens his fan in a clac that resonates and hides his face behind it, letting only his eyes visible. You approach with little steps, trying to put a front.

“I came to see how you are since the last two weeks…” You start.

“Good.” He retorts shortly, his eyes following you walking inside his office.

“Good, good.” You pout, licking your teeth trying to continue the conversation.

He slouches on his chair, crossing his legs on his desk, waiting for you to state your true intention.

“I…” You stop and look at the beautiful sunny day through the transparisteel wall behind him, taking inspiration from nature.``I also wanted to present my excuses for what happened last time, I shouldn’t have sold short our principles for a simple date night with a friend, a friend you judge improper for our cause. I just wanted to reassure you that I still firmly believe in it and that I will do what you all judge necessary for it to advance.”

He stares at you in silence. You release a deep breath trying to stay calm in this agonizing moment. Finally he stands up, lowering his fan and shakes his head.

“No. It’s me who should present to you my excuses. I judged harshly someone who thinks differently than me, someone you hold in high regard. I shouldn’t have done that, and I wanna say I am sorry.” He looks at you with a small, pained smile.

You didn’t expect him to say that. You’re pleasantly surprised and taken aback at the same time, you don’t know what to say at first.

“Oh, well… I forgive you.” you whisper.

“So I took the liberty to speak to him.” He continues in a joyful tone that takes you off guard.”Him and his aid. Fascinating duo, those two! They will surely go far!”

“Huh… Yes?” Your eyes open wide at his speechify cheerfulness.

“Besides, that’s not because they aren’t part of the church that they can’t help. Take the Admiral, only by succeeding as he does in his career he contradicts all those pesky cliches about aliens, and therefore helps us in a way!” He walks beside you, with grand theatrical gestures “Really a fascinating man, I understand now why you hold him in such high regard. His aid too, really intelligent. He just told me ten minutes ago that he envisioned himself as a supply officer at first. Can you imagine? What a waste of his talents!”

Hearing him complimenting Eli makes your heart pinches once again and the kiss flashes in your mind. You hug yourself.

“You seem like you appreciate him really much…”

“I do. He’s even interested in the church and what we believe! It would be marvelous if we three could all go to the temple together at some point!”

“Surely…”

“But like you, his career takes all his time. It’s a good thing that this Thrawn is your superior after all, his aura and his victories could shine upon you and propel your career!”

You grimace at that and the word of Hugtan comes to your mind.

“Say, it’s not the first time you speak about propelling my career. You already talked about it at the Opera back then. Are you…” You gulp, is it why he looks interested in Eli? “Are you ashamed of me, in some way?”

He stops in his movement and considers you like you just spit in his face.

“What kind of idea is that?” he asks, horrified.

“Nothing. It’s just that it looks like you're dissatisfied with the speed of my career. I know it slowed down tremendously. That I would look bad at your arms just being a low lieutenant commander…”

He almost runs to you and caresses your cheek, forcing you to look at him. You only see a bit of pain and sympathy in his eyes.

“Do I need a reason to use my influence to positively push the career of the woman who shares my life? Especially if she deserves it?”

You pout, feeling a bit bad now.

“Probably not.”

He looks at you with a light smile and strokes your cheeks with his thumb.

“All is forgiven?” he inquires full of hope.

“All is forgiven.” You nod.

You embrace each other and you sigh of contempt that everything is back in place. But deep down, buried deep in your mind a light flickers in bright red. You snuggle against him, debating if you should ask…

You throw yourself in waters

“Azrel?”

“Hmmmm?” He hums, caressing your hair.

“Do you consider our relationship seriously?”

His hand stops caressing you, remaining at the top of your head.

“Why?” He’s rigid under your touch.

“Did you..” You part with him to look him in the eyes

Did you kiss Eli, is what you want to ask, but you’re at a loss for words. Maybe if you don’t know you could cover it and pretend nothing happened? You try to sound his gaze but you only see confidence.

“Why did you never present your parents to me?”

His shoulders lower. 

“You never even told me one of your family members is part of the founders of the church.”

He pouts.

“Who told you that?”

“It’s not important.”

He sighs.

“Well, I wanted it to be a surprise.” He admits. “I wanted them to see you at the feast I told you about, since it will be a gathering of all the upper crust of the church of all planets.”

“But why not before?”

“They are really busy people that rarely leave Tyrahnn. But I promise you I planned this for a long time.” He kisses your forehead.

This will have to do. 

“Can I steal you for dinner at the restaurant?” He asks, all cheerful.

“I’m sorry but I have to go to the ISB quarter. I have something to give them.”

“Oh!” He raises an eyebrow “What that might be?” He demands with a conspiratory tone.

“If I’m not mistaken, the solution to your pirate problem, around Tyrahn.”  You show him the datacard “But I need an in-depth investigation to gather real proof.”

A smirk slices his face and a light shines in his gaze.

“Would you look at that? Everything works out in my favor today, I secure a deal with an important import company back home, I get you back, and you bring me the solution to my  problem.” He open his hand for you to give him the card. “Give it to me, I will give it after my shift.”

You hand it to him at first, then decide otherwise.

“No, sorry. I will give them now. The sooner, the merrier.” You put back the card in your pocket, his hand keeps open an oddly long second before getting back to his side, his smile disapearing.

You decide to leave but before that, you have a vengeance to execute. A vengeance for those two weeks of solitude and isolation.

“Say, what do you think about giving the church fundraising initiative to the lower neighborhood where the poor need it the most?” You ask innocently.

“Sure, we will give the check to a brother or sister that will lend them it.” He smiles.

“No, I meant giving the check ourselves.” 

His smile remains, but you see his eye twitch. Touche!

“You want us… To go… there?” He demands, incredulous.

You play with his collar with puppy eyes.

“Please. It would be a good action to celebrate us making up.” You coo.

He throws his head back with a sigh.

“Okay, Roween… But that’s because you asked for it.” He reluctantly gave in.

You kiss him on the cheek, smiling and wave him goodbye. You exit the building relieved, but with an unknown bitter taste in your mouth. It’s at this moment that your comlink vibrates, it’s Thrawn. 

“Hello, sir.” You salute gleefully

“Hello, lieutenant commander (y/l/n). I hope I do not bother you.”

“Not at all. What can I do for you?”

“I need you for a service. I would like you to observe Admiral Konstantine and report to me your discoveries.”

You enter your airspeeder and put your hand on the wheel, disturbed.

“You want me to spy him?” You inquire dubious.

“It would prove most useful to me.” 

“I… Can I know why?”

He remains silent for a second.

“I need intel on my different colleagues. I can only ask that to my most trustworthy comrades.”

Those words resonate in the airspeeder. My most trustworthy comrade…

“Alright.” You sigh. “I accept.” A lightning flash in your mind. “Wait, should we really speak about that on our comlinks?”

“I am scrambling the signals, do not worry.”

“Ah.” You lean in your seat. “Do you need anything else?”

Once again he remains silent for a moment.

“I appreciated our evening at the gallery the other night. We should do that more often.”

It feels like your heart beats faster at the mention of the date. He liked it, he wants to see me again, your mind whispers. A chance Azrel gave you his blessing.

“Sure! Whenever you want.”

“Why not next week? There is something I need help with, I could use the presence of a friend. Let us meet at the Chimaera at dockyard seven.” 

You note it 

“Dockyard seven, noted.”

“If I can do something in compensation, let me know.”

“Well… Do you know anyone at the ISB? I need an investigation pronto.”

@bluechiss @justanothersadperson93 @al-astakbar @thrawnspetgoose @readinglistfics @twilekchiss

[bunnnyyys]

Red bottoms & Angel tattoos

Summary - What happens when 2 hardworking people cross paths and get everything they been too scared to ask for?

Warning- 18+, mature theme, black!fem oc, she knows she that girl, no face cam, black!fem who’s thick!, pics are just for vibes, no y/n, smut!!, daddy kink-, intro heavy, basic level plot, mention of death, car accident, and grief, black lawyer x oc client (no race mentioned) , ceo client.

Author note- First time writing give me yall opinions, for my black beauties, who wanna be moots??, written on my phone bc I never gaf!

My Kate so black Christian Louboutin heels clicked against the beautiful marvel floors of the Domain Technology CEO building. The red bottom heels are all that is heard in the air as I walk down the long extended hallway. I’m here having a meeting with a new client my law-firm placed me with. I look around seeing nude Greek sculptures and different famous paintings plaster alongside the wall. The hallway walls is a jet black color making the white of the floor stand out even more. I follow my new clients assistant to his office as I start admiring his taste in painting choices, only someone with high quality taste would choice such spirit moving painting. Losing attention quickly of the “Water Lillies” painting of 1919 I look to see the young girl I was following is stood in front of a large black office door the windows were drawn short and the lights were on. I blow out a breath I didn’t know I was holding.

I have no idea what I’m walking into never dealing with a case with such secrecy to it, however I’m one of the best of my law firm winning 20 out of 26 of my cases this year. Hell maybe even the best in Atlanta. I’m one of the highest paid defense attorneys at my law firm and I enjoy working and helping my clients with any of their businesses. Malissa knocks of the door 3 times and steps back awaiting an answer from her boss for permission to enter. “Your 12 o’clock is here sir” she says with a hint of nervousness in her voice. I don’t mention it though just wait along side her till the door opens

I have no idea what I’m walking into never dealing with a case with such secrecy to it, however I’m one of the best of my law firm winning 20 out of 26 of my cases this year. Hell maybe even the best in Atlanta. I’m one of the highest paid defense attorneys at my law firm and I enjoy working and helping my clients with any of their businesses. Malissa knocks of the door 3 times and steps back awaiting an answer from her boss for permission to enter. “Your 12 o’clock is here sir” she says with a hint of nervousness in her voice. I don’t mention it though just wait along side her till the door opens

Mr. Lorenzo is now standing in front of me and his assistant. With 2 papers in his hand a cell phone between his shoulder and left ear “yes manny get it done, let him know we will be continuing business.” His deep accent comes out in a rush as he steps aside letting me enter his office. “Thank you Malissa, please take your lunch break and relax” he tells her as she’s stood outside the door she smiles says a small thank you and turns down the same long hallway we were just walking in.

“Please have a seat, I hear you’re the best in the game” Mr. Lorenzo takes Autumns right hand placing a small kiss on it leading her to the chair across from the big brown desk in the middle of the room. “Mr. Lorenzo the pleasures all mine I hear you have a hefty amount of bonus rewards as this goes on. ” I take a seat in the chair across from the desk. Placing my light brown tote bag on the side of me as I hear Mr.Lorenzo laugh a deep laugh. Now sitting at his desk hands folding interlocked staring directly in my eyes I can smell the confidence on him. This is very different from my usual clients they normally seem scared like their lives are on the line and me being their attorney is their last hope.“call me Romeo love” Romeo says giving me a chance to get a good look at who I will be working with for the next couple of months.

Romeo hair is a low cut with a full beard and mustache to match. His right hand has a tattoo of an angel in the center of it. He has an accent that’s just as strong as he looks his arms budged out of his Amari brown suit. To top it all off he has on a strong pussy clenching cologne that starts to fill my nostrils. Clearing my throat I start to talk “Well Romeo my name is Autumn and I’ll now be handling your case of your charges in money laundering” I say with just as much confidence. I open my tote bag to retrieve my binder and my iPad, in my iPad I go to my notes app adding a new page and labeling it todays date. In my binder I look at the details of Romeo Lorenz’s case. “We should start and discuss your explanation of the unexplained 100,000$ that is being keep wired into Domain Technology’s finances.” I explain not looking up from reading the DA’s notes.

“You’re very beautiful Autumn, Women around the world dream to look as beautiful, and be highly intelligent as you amour” Romeo says disregarding everything she just says he now is standing from his seat he began to make his way to the front of his desk, sitting half of his bottom against it. Shocked at the words Romeo says she places her binder in the seat beside her. “Thank you Mr.Lore- I mean.. um Romeo. Yeah this is nothing like any of her client. He seems to be around her age, young fit and so fine Autumn thought. She never in her career felt this way about her client before and she loves a man who’s vocal. “Of course amour, can I be honesty with you?” He says “Yes anything Romeo” “ when was the last time somebody been with you?” He ask. It’s so silent you could hear a pin drop. “ Is that any of your business” Autumn asks just as he closed the office door shut making Autumn jump.” if you want me the way I want you then I think it is baby”

“1 year ago, my ex you” Autumn says and a comfortable silence falls on to them 10 months ago, my ex wife” Romeo says his voice changing to a different tone and if anyone in this building other than Autumn seen how he was acting right now they would have never believed. The stories you hear about Romeo Lorenzo and the Lorenzo family is never easy to stomach the family has came from a long line of hustling men that protect their loved ones by all cost, women who can handle their own and run your pockets all in one and a family bond that’s no richer and strong than theirs. And ruthless CEO Romeo was no different. On the outside . “She died days later with our daughter in her car” Roman says looking down at the angel on his hand. “I’m so sorry that happened to you Roman” Autumn expresses.

“It’s okay Autumn,” Romeo says smiling at her before he takes her hand into his own pulling her into him. “You smell so good Autumn, ” he says, 10 months ago Romeo lost his 5 year old daughter and ex wife in a car accident. It was the world worst feeling and it haunts him everyday still. His daughter was the only thing that helped him keep fighting through the hassle of his mind and the business he keeps doing. Without her he’s been hopeless he just wants his angel back. and Seeing Autumn today felt like a breath of fresh air.

He takes her chin into his hand. Forcing her to look up at him. The eye contact was so dangerous. Autumns breath hitches as his hands start to grip and massage Autumns ass. She wraps her arms around his neck holding on to the feeling of him. He takes his hands and reaches lower just close enough to her pussy she almost wants to beg. her lips fall open and her eyes flutter shut a soft “uhh” fall from her lips. “You came in here looking so beautiful baby” Romeo’s voice now back with confidence eyes trained on watching Autumn enjoy herself. He places soft sweet kisses along her neck and jawline. Before He slaps her ass hard making Autumn’s eyes sling .” You came in here looking beautiful knowing you need someone to call you a slut and handle you like you want is that right Autumn ?” He asks before Taking her neck in his hand applying pressure there just enough to make autumns eyes shut and pussy to squeeze at the pressure.

“I asked you a question baby”He says before moving his hand from around her neck to slapping her ass again hard making her whimper at the feeling.

“When daddy ask you a question you answered daddy.” He says before slapping her ass again making a deep moan come from her lips. “I’m sorry daddy. I came in here wanting to be a slut for you daddy.” She says looking him in his eyes.

“Then that’s what daddy’s going to do for his baby treat her like his slut” he says before grasping her neck again and kissing her lips.

“You must be so overwhelmed from working your job right baby. “ Roman whispers in her ear squeezing her neck. “You hear your clients problems and solve them all day long, my slut needs to cum so she can feel better is that right baby?” Roman whispers.

“Yes daddy” Autumn answers honestly. Working her job isn’t easy.

“Please keep going. I want you to make me your slut make me forget about all my clients” is all the conformation Romeo needed to swiftly turn around placing her on top of his desk. He removes the red bottom heels placing small kisses to the ankles of her feet. Making his way up her smooth brown skin legs placing kisses not planning on missing an inch on her.

The eye contact was intense as if they let their eyes do most of the talking. She felt his eyes burn into hers as he places kisses over her beautiful body. When he gets to the middle of Autumn’s thick thighs he begins rubbing them and massaging them in his hands. The pencil skirt she chose to wear today was now off as her ass touches the cool desk she removes her blouse now letting Romeo get a good look at her she was a black beauty.

Sitting with her braids hanging to her middle back & breast on full display they spill out of her black bra. Her Legs are thick and her ass matched she never felt more wanted than she did in this moment. “Are you going to stare, or fuck me daddy?” Autumn says opening her legs more for him to see she begins smiling when Romeo moves in between her legs and grabs her braids pulling it back making her head look at the ceiling exposing her neck. He kisses and bites all over her soft neck before laying her head on his desk so that she flat on his desk.

He takes his thumb and rubs big circles around her clit. Autumns breath hitch’s as he keeps his tempo slow and smooth on her clit.

He takes her left boob in his mouth and starts biting and sucking them. He moans as his mouth is full of autumn dark brown nipple. Not wanting her right boob to feel left out he repeats his actions making Autumn moan out a “please daddy” as he removes his thumb from her clit and push 2 fingers into her making her clench at the feeling.

“Daddy’s coming baby you going to be a good girl and let me fuck you?” He says after he drops her boobs and places his mouth on her clit. He starts working his fingers into her slowly pushing deeper turning his fingers so she can feel the stretch of them. “Fuckkkk…. daddy” Autumn says. Romeo swirls his tongue around her clit and starts to sucks it in his mouth. Picking up the pace of his now 3 fingers. Autumn gasp loud Feeling an intense pressure Autumn begins to shut her legs quick to put up her hands to push at Roman’s fingers. “You look like a pretty slut autumn.“ Roman says removing his face from her clit. “None of that closing your legs shit over here baby” Roman says before adding another finger just as Autumn clenches around him. “You going to let daddy use you any way he can right baby?” Roman says speeding up his pace.

“Yes daddy you can use me any way you ca- uhhh” Autumn answers before she feels Roman’s thumbs push at her entrance. “Can I cum daddy. May I please cum” she asks while her back is arched against the desk. Her eyes are closed shut, mouth open letting him know just how good he’s making her feel, sweat beads begins to form on her head as she hears Roman say yes just as he pick up his speed of his fist. “look at that beautiful pussy letting me fuck her with my fist” Roman says as Autumn clenching and squeezing him to ride out her orgasm.

Removing his fist he kisses her temple while she tries to catch her breath. Saying a quick “I’m not finished with her yet baby” before removing his pants and boxers. He pushes into Autumn slow while listening to the loud moan fall from her sweet lips.

“You look so beautiful being my slut Autumn” Roman says before he picks up his long strokes and replace them with quick sharp drills making her scream his name in agony. Her pussy was so wet all that could be heard was how slippery she was every time he let out of her. “She’s going to be all mine baby?” Romeo whispers in Autumn’s ear as she brings her hands up pushing at him as she starts coming near another orgasm. Taking his thumb he starts rubbing circle on her clit again as he drills into her. “ you’re daddy’s slut” is all Romeo needed to say to make her gush all over him.

Taking that to his advantage Romeo feels his orgasm coming near as he picks up the pace even more he starts to hear her beautiful moans and seeing her squirm and struggle to take him. Feeling the intense pressure of the nut he takes his dick out of Autumn before painting her with white streaks. Her body was sweaty and beautiful in his eyes. “Thank you daddy” Autumn says smirking before she grabs a tissue from his desk to wipes herself off.

;)

A/n-too long?

[xpao-bearx]

Guess who started being consumed by playing BG3??? 👁👄👁

In honour of this INCREDIBLE game, here's my Tav!

(Sorry that the photo quality isn't the best, these are not in-game screenshots! I just took pics with my phone, but I do wanna say that my Tav has a LOT of freckles on her body that the pics didn't do justice)

Her name is Mon'sun and SHE IS MAH FUCKING BABYYY 😭❤️❤️❤️

I plan on writing a fic with her and the star himself (AKA MY DARLING 🥰): ✨️Astarion✨️ I already have a SHITLOAD of ideas, I just wanna play some more first and see how Astarion's romance pans out before I begin! So if that's something you'd be interested in reading, thanks sooo much and deffo keep a lookout for any updates~ Also, their ship name is SunStar which is JUST THE CUTEST FUCKING THING ALSKDJSKLJ

And I just wanna give my deepest love and gratitude to my two queens @kuroosexuall and @matchamocchi 💕 They have been nothing but patient and supportive of all my SERIOUSLY unhealthy fangirling over the sassy vampy elfy as well as my OC 🥲

But for the meantime, while I still haven't written my fic, below are some (*cough* a LOT so buckle up *cough*) stuff I've thought up for Mon'sun! Just to give y'all a fun lil taste of how I imagine her as a character, though I'm sure as I continue to play I'll get even more ideas and I'll probably have to edit this or post more about her, in which all posts connected to her will be tagged as #Mon'sun and Mon'sun x Astarion being tagged as #SunStar so y'all can easily search for them if you're interested. BTW I purposely left out extra details regarding her childhood as well as her thoughts about the tadpole cuz those are stoofs I'd like to reveal and explore in my fic!

And sadly, I'm not an artist, but I'm planning on and SO excited to commission various artworks of Mon'sun and SunStar from some truly extraordinary artists when the time comes so just wait for thy eyes to be blessed! \(^o^)/ Speaking of, if y'all are ever curious about Mon'sun, please don't hesitate to send me asks and such cuz your interest in my baby would be the BIGGEST honour 🥹

Now, without further ado...

Get to know "The Scarred Bard" under the cut!

In the game, I chose Voice 8 for Mon'sun but I headcanon that her voiceclaim is annapantsu (YouTuber who does a lot of amazing song covers!! 🙌)

Her theme song is Love Runs Out by OneRepublic

She does have a last name that she took on in honour from the woman who adopted her in Baldur's Gate but she hasn't found the need to tell anyone what it is

A drow half-elf and a College of Lore bard 🎵

Tends to face a lot of discrimination due to being a "filthy half-breed" and possessing drow ancestry, not to mention her drow parent being Lolth-sworn; her blood red right eye a telltale sign and a deep, angry scar permanently carved across it a merciless reminder of what she resents about herself

Occasionally has dreams and thoughts of the goddess Lolth speaking to her, tempting her with sweet whispers of cruelty and darkness. Mon'sun tries her damndest to resist--to stay on the path of good--but violent impulses erupt when the thin string of her patience (and sanity) snaps and it feels so fucking good

Mon'sun aligns as a chaotic neutral character. While she does try to be good, she is quite an unorthodox heroine in her personal little tale and can be pushed to make extreme decisions should she feel that they are for the better...or just whichever's a more fun option 🤭

Survived a poor and bleak childhood, but full of love in her early years; certain circumstances impacted this happiness which drastically changed everything

One of the youngest in the party, only in her early to mid 20s. And though she's not sure when her actual birth date is, she does consider the day she was adopted--saved--as such

Very resilient and versatile even through the worst scenarios (likely due to her past), but would much rather avoid problems whenever possible. She may be seen as a bit of a coward because of this though she certainly doesn't mind (she'd like to keep her gorgeous head, thank you very much!). However, there are times where she exhibits great bravery, such as standing up for the weak and defending innocents regardless of the consequences. She can also be quite mischievous and defiant with her enemies, truly a bard through and through with her vicious mockery 😈

She tries to see the good in everyone, to be patient and understanding, giving them the same chance she hopes to receive if she ever finds herself in a similar situation. However, some fuckers don't deserve that kindness and a sick, exhilarating part of her deep down yearns for the bloodshed sure to stain her hands. After all... She would only be granting them a mercy by ending their repulsive, pathetic lives...right?

She is proficient with weapons though she prefers casting spells especially ones that can be utilized from a good distance (Fireball being one of her all-time favourites--efficient and hot, both in a sexy way and an "I will feed your barbecued corpses to my widdle baby owlbear" way). She's also a fantastic cheerleader; she will happily let the stronger people on the team handle the grittier scraps of battle while she does a jaw-dropping performance of ✨️Bardic Inspiration✨️ on the sidelines (Lae'zel STRONGLY disapproves)

Skilled in stealth and sleight of hand accompanied by a biting wit (seriously, she has the potential to have been a rogue instead). Tries her best to make an honest living as a wandering bard, but whenever money and options are tight then she's driven to petty thievery. Although, as much as she hates to admit it, there is something in her that utterly relishes in the intoxicating rush of crime

Lockpicking is more so a hobby rather than a necessity for her. Funnily enough, with how much she likes to explore, she probably came across and "collected" the key that opens that mysterious door advancing the party's adventure. However, the key seems to be merely decorative because Mon'sun already opened the door since the shiny lock caught her eye as soon as the party stepped into the room! She'll even lockpick a shabby chest filled with absolutely nothing simply because she finds it to be a fun game to pass the time while everyone else debates on the next course of action (like a child being given a toy to amuse themselves with while the adults discuss boring adult shit). Astarion will even join her sometimes, and they also constantly challenge each other on who gets to disarm a trap first while the rest of the party make bets on who will win

What she lacks in strength, she makes up for with her incredible dexterity

While she is a survivor in her own right, she can't deny that pure dumb luck has saved her more times than a bard has bedded a dragon...which is definitely saying a lot

After travelling around for so long, the vast world of Faerûn has fuelled her curious mind with quite an impressive amount of knowledge along with fascinating stories to tell. But while she basks in the freedom of it all, her heart aches for a true sense of belonging; a home

She loves--and I mean LOVES--looting dead bodies. While their demise is certainly unfortunate, their loss is her grateful gain as well as a much less criminal way to obtain some quick valuables (hey, she can sympathize and get rich. It's a win-win!)

A biiit of a hoarder (perhaps she was a dragon in a past life, she jokes). Her pack is nearly always full of various junk, good and bad. She gets attached easily to these items and keeps making the excuse that "they could be handy or fetch for a pretty penny one day" all while almost never actually trying to get rid of them (DEFINITELY not me projecting myself here 👀)

She is VERY charismatic, successfully deceiving or talking her way out of many toils and even persuading powerful creatures to side with her which makes her pretty powerful, too, in her own right. On the other (much darker) hand... This sweet, cheerful bard has convinced some enemies to literally kill themselves, saving her from aaall the tough work she really can't be bothered with of ridding them herself--and she'll gladly do it again in a heartbeat. Work smarter, not harder as they say! 👏

Confident, outgoing, and playful with a flair for the theatrical; also rather perceptive to the people and things around her, but can be serious and empathetic when needed. Often tries to keep a positive (if not naive) outlook on life and continues to hold hope for a better future against all odds, yet is actually burying a devastating loneliness and pain within the depths of her soul

Can be a flirt and almost never hesitates to sleep with any man interested in her. For her, however, it's not about physical pleasure--it's about intimacy. Chasing after the high of being in someone's strong embrace, their warmth melting the icy melancholy her heart is trapped in; even if only for one, meaningless night

Despite everything, she has a big heart. She has a hard time saying no to anyone in need, her selflessness (or too much of it for that matter) sometimes leading to be a weakness. She particularly has a soft spot for children and animals, as well as being able to understand and communicate with the latter thanks to the "Speak with Animals" spell. And while she is a chaotic neutral, she instantly becomes chaotic good (emphasis on chaotic) when it comes down to animals, literally slaying everything in her path if it ensures the animal is safe from those that hurt it as well as adopting any stray back in camp if it's possible (Astarion hated it at first, until an ungodly swarm of adorable cats eventually started to appear 😹)

Besides her affinity for dramatics and the spotlight, she is usually a pretty relaxed person. That all changes, however, when a party is involved. Bring her to a lively tavern and pump some drinks into her system and she's more than ready to live it up the entire night! Good luck trying (and failing) to rein her back in... She's toootally not banned from a few taverns because of this 🙃

Talented in singing and playing many different instruments, but her main instrument of choice is the lyre. The lyre that she ventures everywhere with is from her childhood, a gift from someone near and dear to her heart. The "Spider's Lyre" as it's curiously called, in which her nimble fingers have nearly been sliced off countless times in her youth while practicing due to its dagger sharp strings, but she cherishes it like her own life

Although music is her passion--her blood--she indulges in other forms of creative art like writing and drawing when she has the time. She proudly showed off her skills this one instance when she doodled on Vlaakith's portrait in Crèche Y'llek. She believes she made it look so much better, but you could say that she and Lae'zel had...creative differences. But was it worth it even though she got chased around by Lae'zel afterwards as the gith maniacally swung her sword, Astarion giggling in the background while everyone else tried to stop Lae'zel? Oh, absolutely!

While she doesn't have much and has learned to make the most out of very little, she's quite vain and puts in the time and effort to take care of her appearance. As a bard, she lives to perform, but stands by the firm belief that her beauty needs to shine as brightly as her stage presence does lest she's hardly a bard at all

Easily makes friends almost everywhere she goes (even with more, um, questionable folks), but difficult for her to open up more and feel that she is genuinely close to someone (until she met the companions, that is)

Has a little habit where she fiddles with her eyebrow piercings whenever she's anxious or deep in thought

She's not a fan of dark spaces. She's not afraid of the dark, but being in any gloomy place for too long makes her feel uneasy and prone to panic attacks, desperate to feel the sun on her face again. One of the reasons why she's never visited the Underdark before, opting instead to learn about such dangerous beauty through books and other adventurers' experiences

When she's being idle...well, she's not very idle at all. She's always softly humming something to herself or slightly bouncing/dancing in place

Keeps the party entertained on their journey through singing and sharing tall tales. Well, "entertained" is a bit of a stretch, considering Lae'zel's always screaming at Mon'sun to shut up (spoiler alert: she won't) 🤐

Has nicknames for everyone in the party: Astarion is Astie (later on "my star" when romanced and Astarion calls her "my sun"), Gale is Big G, Lae'zel is Lae-Lae (*cough* more like Lae-Me-To-DEATH *cough*), Karlach is Spicy Mama, Shadowheart is Shady Girl, and Wyll is Bof (short for Blade of Frontiers). Can't say that everyone's too pleased with what they're so lovingly (and weirdly) bestowed with, but they just got used to it and allows only Mon'sun to refer to them as such

Can be deemed as the therapist of the group. While she absolutely has issues of her own (and plenty, might I add), she chooses instead to focus on everyone else and help them. She is super protective over them (although, one pale elf in particular has caught her favour out of all)

While she cares a lot about everyone in the party, she does consider Gale to be her bestfriend. They just get along really well together; Mon'sun proves to be an eager and like-minded listener/conversationalist to the wizard prodigy's ramblings while Gale is just thrilled that someone (and so pretty, too) is actually so kind and attentive to him as an individual, even helping him with his little--well, BIG--situation. Astarion, on the other hand... Well, let's just say that he's not as thrilled for Mon'sun to be so close to someone else, especially Gale of all weirdos 🙄

She's a pretty colourful person so it fits that her apparel is the same. She'll never be caught dead wearing something so woeful as plain ol' black or white. In fact, being so unbearably boring may just be the cause of her death!

Has complicated feelings about gods. They're interesting, for sure, and she respects anyone's beliefs in them though she wouldn't exactly put her faith in any of them let alone kneel (looking at you Vlaakith). She'd rather put her faith in herself--just like she always has--but that doesn't mean she won't take advantage of any "divine" blessings that may come her way. Such is the case when she obtained the Phalar Aluve sword from the Underdark, offering a tiny bit of her blood in exchange which pleased Eilistraee yet greatly pissed off Lolth (Mon'sun the chaos gremlin definitely got a kick out of that especially since she knows the big scary spider lady can't do anything to her...she thinks. She hopes)

While she certainly revels in having the upper hand in troublesome situations, she's not really a power-hungry person. Although, having power does have its perks. She won't lie, she has played around in her tadpole-infested mind the far-fetched but very possible idea of seizing the Absolute's followers under her own control (I mean, hey, if there's one thing she's learned during this unique little trip is that anything is possible). Not all cultists are actually evil; she likes to think that she could give them a fair shot at redemption, and it doesn't hurt that some of these cultists are powerful people that could potentially be used to "liberate the world of evil"... Blame (or rather thank) Astarion for unlocking (hehe subtle pun) this ambition of hers, though she doesn't think she could ever do this without Astarion ruling by her side--together

[chevvy-ryder]

WIP Wednesday Thursday

Got tagged by @wanderingaldecaldo again. Always thank you for it <3

So, sadly work is currently making me exhausted at the end of the day so I did not come to anything new in VP or expanding my ideas further since my shippy pics. But I definitely want to give Vijay some love next. He had to wait for so long now …

I think I'm going for a snippet of a rp with Ryder and Arki finally talking together. Ry avoided him so long and only slowly got used him. Just posting my part here:

Ry notices immediately that he must have surprised Arki with his presence because he caught him staring at him rather unusually. It’s rare to see Arki’s expression freeze or slip for a moment, but he managed to just do that. Your eyes — where do I know them from? Ryder wonders. He already asked himself this question a lot every time their gazes met. It’s like a déja vu. But he can’t seem to remember. He’s hundred percent sure he’s seen them somewhere before. Scharfenberg listens to Arki's commentary about the situation earlier in the day. His gaze wanders to the bottle in his hand, which already starts sweating, coating it with a layer of condense water droplets after he brought it up here from the icy cold fridge temperature into the city's still heated up evening air. Ry’s eyes catch a drop running down his thumb but he barely feels it like he used to do with his organic hands. He smirks as he pushes a loose corner of the label back onto the glass. “Ja, saw it. Good to have not been out of my mind this time.” Deserved to die. Yes. Yes. But — you weren’t brutal enough. You didn’t let me out. Why? — WHY didn’t you LET ME OUT? Rip it to shreds. Feast on splatter. For a moment the pondering in his head got louder. Of course beast listened. Always reminding him he could have done it in a worse way was tiring him by now. Ryder repositions again, head only slightly shaking, so he hopes it looks more like he would have a chill moment from the wind up here high above the city and not be seen like he would deny that Arki and him worked well together today. Not yet bitch, he tells the unwanted voice and continues to ignore it.  “A dojo? Like the one in Matrix?” he asks with a laugh, as he brings his bottle to his mouth ready to drink but stops in the process. As much as he liked that Arki held their for Ryder still familiar but unknown eye contact with him as they clinked their bottles together, as much as he sorta disliked Arki drank his beer way too fast. “But before we train in a dojo I need to teach you a lesson to enjoy German imported craft beer, seeing you drinking it like it’s some low quality NiCola.” Ryder says, voice giving an unwanted undertone as Arki looks back at him again. Ry eventually takes a first sip of his beer, not too much, as his eyes fall shut for a moment so he could relish the good taste of the hop and malt explosion in his mouth, sense the taste on his tongue for a long moment before he swallows it, feeling the sweet bitterness in the long finish going down his throat. A content sigh leaves his lips. “Ah. Nichts geht über deutsches Bier!” he tells with joy again, admiring the bottle he is holding up. Need to import more. Then his gaze wanders back to the redhead right next to him, as Ryder newly repositions.

I tag (the usual): @imaginarycyberpunk2023, @gloryride, @morganlefaye79, @dreamskug, @elvenbeard, @elmknight, @humberg and @kittenchrissy

[lucilleandherrobots]

Dr. Yren Stein (Adult, Left; Teen, Right)

Yren is... a complicated case. The man was originally going to be a chef then pivoted his career to being a surgeon before the war. He was recruited under false pretenses by a secret organization that aimed to make super soldiers out of everyday people. Dr. Yren Stein was the one who modified and spliced Teshteal's body, but to no avail; the gradual mutations caused by the radiation from the bombs contributed to Officer Rammstein's appearance.

Yren did not do these experiments out of curiosity or malice. The modifications he did were under duress. The organization that recruited him threatened the lives of his family- his wife and little girl, Alice- if he did not comply. He took on more hours under their threats, practically living in his office by the end. Little did he know, they were doomed to become the organization's guinea pigs from the start.

As the horrifying experiments on abducted adults and children continued, day in and out, he grew more and more resentful of the powers pulling his strings. He started experimenting on himself with the leftover materials, both biological and mechanical. He swore he would burn the whole facility to the ground after witnessing and reluctantly participating in all the torture his superiors put their captives through.

Luckily, the bombs made short work of that. He was frozen in time with some of the staff and when he thawed, he found he wasn't the only one left alive in the facility. One of his victims was seeking freedom, and he took the chance to grant it. If only he could do the same for the other poor souls he had torn apart and patched together again.

Yren later developed mutations from the radiation and gene splicing experiments he did on himself. As one can see, in the top right picture, he wasn't always the creature is, now. Just a normal guy with a German lineage living in the US who just wanted to help people- either as a doctor or a chef.

He lives in a storm sewer utility room. He's adept at making his own utensils, dishware, and most other survival items. He mostly kept to himself out of guilt and shame for all the pain he inflicted before the war... until he met a little fish mutant child. Maybe there's still hope for the future, after all.

I would like to apologize for my rushed drawing of food. It was late when I drew that but honestly, I just did not take the time and care I should have and I know it. It's supposed to be Yren's most common and favorite meal, sausage, and sauer kraut, since preserved and cured meat and vegetables are likely a staple in the ruins. You can make sausage out of most meat with the right ingredients and materials. Also, I'm aware there are other kinds of foods in Germany- this just seemed most appropriate to me for the setting. (Is spaghetti and other Italian food still really popular over there? Also, I heard the bread over there has more flavor and better quality than the stuff we have in the States. Wait- sorry. Got on a tangent. This is supposed to be about my OC, hehe.) If anyone from Germany has any other suggestions of German foods I could include that would work well in the wasteland other than bread, pickled vegetables, and cured meat, then that would be awesome.

Also, that pic of Yren as a teen is ancient. It's technically an older version of this character from before he was a Fallout OC, but here it counts as teen Yren.

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