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candysims4 · 1 year

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JUPITER SET | PART 2

I'm so excited to share with you the release of this set! On it, you'll find 12 new items for CAS, including a dress, two tops, one short, two pants, four bracelets, and two flats. I named everything after Jupiter's moons, as the first part of the set. Even though there are only 17 moons out of 95, it's already a big set!

As it's too much text, I'll leave the description of each item plus the creator's notes below the cut.

ALL ITEMS ARE:

TEEN TO ELDER

BASE GAME COMPATIBLE

MADE FOR FEMALE FRAME

DISALLOWED FOR RANDOM

THUMBNAILS (HOSTED IN IMGUR)

PATREON EARLY ACCESS + MERGED OPTIONS

Thanks to all the cc creators that I used in the pic. And thanks to @maxismatchccworld, @simblrcollective, @s4library, @wewantmods, and everybody who reblog this post!

If you’re a cc finds and want to be tagged when I post, please, let me know. You can send me an ask or in DM.

With your help, more people can know about my work! 💖 Love you all, XOXO <3

DESCRIPTION OF EACH ITEM:

EUROPA LONG DRESS

4.324 POLYGONS

95 SWATCH COLORS - 55 plain colors - 40 color combinations

YOU WILL FIND IN FULL BODY/LONG DRESS

DIA TOP

3.890 POLYGONS

98 SWATCH COLORS - 55 plain colors - 43 color combinations

YOU WILL FIND IN TOP/TANK TOP

METIS T-SHIRT

3.660 POLYGONS

150 SWATCH COLORS - 55 plain colors - 53 patterned - 42 prints

YOU WILL FIND IN TOP/T-SHIRT

ANANKE SHORTS

1.100 POLYGONS

44 SWATCH COLORS - All plain colors

YOU WILL FIND IN BOTTOM/SHORTS

HIMALIA JEANS

1.102 POLYGONS

44 SWATCH COLORS - All plain colors

YOU WILL FIND IN BOTTOM/JEANS

CARPO LEGGINGS

1.066 POLYGONS

55 SWATCH COLORS - All plain colors

YOU WILL FIND IN BOTTOM/LEGGINGS OR/AND ACCESSORIES/TIGHTS

KALYKE BRACELET

1.868 POLYGONS

50 SWATCH COLORS - 15 single colors - 35 color combinations

YOU WILL FIND IN ACCESSORIES/WRIST (RIGHT)

KALE BRACELETS

2.246 POLYGONS

65 SWATCH COLORS - 15 single colors - 50 color combinations

YOU WILL FIND IN ACCESSORIES/WRIST (LEFT)

CARME BRACELET

228 POLYGONS

10 SWATCH COLORS - All plain colors

YOU WILL FIND IN ACCESSORIES/WRIST (RIGHT)

SINOPE BRACELETS

912 POLYGONS

48 SWATCH COLORS - All color combinations

YOU WILL FIND IN ACCESSORIES/WRIST (LEFT)

AMALTHEA FLATS

778 POLYGONS

55 SWATCH COLORS - All plain colors

YOU WILL FIND IN SHOES/FLATS

EIRENE FLATS

510 POLYGONS

55 SWATCH COLORS - All plain colors

YOU WILL FIND IN SHOES/FLATS

CREATOR'S NOTES:

This set really is something I'm very proud of. Each piece in this set is special to me, and I can't wait to see how you all style them in your Sims. I'm anxious to add them to as many of my Sims as possible. You will see them in future previews and photos. haha

Now let's talk about the items, starting with the Europa Long Dress and Dia Top, the most challenging pieces to create. Still, I'm so happy with how they turned out. The crochet texture and colors are simply stunning! My idea for them was to make it very casual for summer or hot days, as charming and detailed as possible.

The Metis T-Shirt is the most versatile piece! You can get it in plain colors, patterns, and prints; note that all prints are in Simlish or Sims-Themed. I love them all, not only because I have designed some of them, and they turned out exactly as I wanted! But seriously, this top is perfect for many occasions and outfits. I tried my best to make the swatches diverse to make it possible to use them in various Sims/outfits without repeating or only fitting better in more styles/occasions.

The Himalia Jeans and Ananke Shorts are both so cute!!! I especially love the heart buttons and metal pieces. These bad boys were tricky to draw as they're pixel art, and I'm the worst at it. But luckily, they look adorable at the end. I usually don't do pants/shorts with pockets, and maybe now I'll start to do more often as I really enjoyed these four pockets on both.

The Carpo Leggings are super easy to style! They're perfect for so many different occasions and outfits. I liked them especially in everyday and athletic outfits. Plus, there's a second version of them in the tights category for even more styling options.

The Kale Bracelets and Kalyke Bracelets are inspired by the beaded bracelets from the 2000s. They're simple yet beautiful and come in various color combinations. They can really make any outfit stand out!

The Carme Bracelet is the most elegant piece but also easy to use in casual outfits. Comes in ten metallic colors and a minimalist design, making it a versatile accessory to match any outfit.

The Sinope Bracelets are so practical and versatile! They're perfect for dressing up a casual or athletic outfit or even a pajama outfit. The scrunchie and hair ties combination is convenient and trendy at the same time.

The Amalthea Flats and Eirene Flats are both comfortable and easy to wear. They're perfect for adding a touch of style to any outfit.

Yet, creating this set took a lot of time and effort. I wanted everything to be perfect and had to redraw some components multiple times to achieve it. Plus, I'm used to releasing less content at once. It made me realize I'm not fast enough to do 12 items in one week, but with more practice may be possible in the future. Perhaps if I don't do too many swatches per item could be possible. Metis T-Shirt, for example, has 150 .dds files, and it took a lot of time to do that I could have used to make another shirt or cc. But it's a choice of mine, as I enjoy many options for each item for more variety. I like to always try adding as many as possible. Even not having as many as I wanted, I'm still thrilled with the result and worthed any second I have spent on it, not only in this shirt but the whole set.

I am thinking of doing a poll to see what you guys prefer, more items with fewer swatches or, as it's right now, as many swatches as possible and fewer items.

I'm sorry it took me a little longer to release this new cc. I hope you'll like this set, and it was worth the wait! XOXO

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doritochoi · 7 months

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Sensual Heat | J. Y

pairing: boss!yunho x fem!reader

sumarry: Booking a room in Tokyo for your boss, not knowing that he wanted to show you something special.

genre: smut +18

warnings: mdni, fingering, eating cum?, shower sex, unprotected sex, yunho is obsessed with your boobs

word count: 4.3k

In the heart of vibrant and exciting Seoul, in an imposing and modern skyscraper, your story unfolded as a secretary for South Korea's biggest boss, Jeong Yuhno. You work at "Eclipse Dynamics", a corporation with diverse fields of activity, from technology to the entertainment industry. It was a world full of luxury and influence, and you were happy to be a part of this thriving story.

Jeong Yuhno, a charming and enigmatic man, seemed to have everything under control. His charming eyes exuded a magnificent power, and when he looked at you, you could feel it seeping through every layer of you. He had a charismatic presence and his hands really had a certain strength that you couldn't ignore. Every morning you would meticulously get ready at home, carefully selecting clothes to make sure they would catch Yuhno's attention. Even though you knew that your relationship was supposed to be strictly professional, you couldn't help but feel attracted to him. You made excuses to hang around him longer, to serve him his favorite coffee, or to bring documents directly to his office, under the pretense of being more efficient.

Today, unfortunately, you had an extremely important meeting scheduled for the first hour of the morning. You woke up early, prepared the necessary documents and left home early enough to reach the office on time. However, as you approach the building, you noticed that the streets were crowded with cars that were barely moving. The traffic was extremely heavy and the minutes ticked by mercilessly. You tried to find alternate routes or make daring maneuvers to avoid the jams, but it seemed like every attempt was doomed to failure. Your attempts to hurry were in vain and delay became inevitable as time relentlessly ticked away. Once you arrived in front of the imposing building of "Eclipse Dynamics", you ran towards the entrance, hoping that maybe you could still make it to the meeting on time. However, when you entered the elegant lobby of the building and looked at the commotion surrounding you, you realized that you were already too late.

With your heart pounding and a subtle hint of panic, you knocked lightly on Yunho's office door. As you waited for the answer, you smelled his distinct scent, a combination of woody and subtle hints of vanilla that always made you drift away and feel like you were in a dream. When the door opened and Yunho turned around with a slight smile on his face, his eyes seemed to search every inch of your body as if trying to reveal your innermost thoughts. Noticing your perfectly contoured skirt and slightly sheer shirt, his smile widened slightly and his gaze seemed to be somewhere between delight and curiosity. “I need an explanation for this…” he said in a slightly husky voice that reverberated through your soul like a hypnotic melody. Your legs felt like they were made of jelly, you had a hard time finding your words, absorbing his every move and word. Taking courage, you explained with concern and sincerity the reasons for your delay, mentioning the heavy and unpredictable traffic that messed up your plans. You apologized repeatedly, trying to keep your cool in the face of that all-powerful presence. Yunho continued to look at you, his eyes deep and mysterious, and in the silence that followed, you felt your heart beat faster and faster in your chest. You could feel your cheeks flush under his intense, piercing gaze, and the sensation was dizzying. After a tense pause, Yunho smiled calm and gentle with a controlled voice “I understand, but please be more careful in the future. It is important to keep your commitments and be on time for important meetings...". As you heard those words, you felt a wave of relief and gratitude that the encounter didn't end in a worse way. With a slight smile and heart still pounding, you left Yunho's office, promising yourself to never be late for such an important meeting again.

After leaving Yunho's office, you took the elevator up to your floor, thinking about the tense meeting and your promise to be more careful in the future. You walked into your office and sat down in your chair with a sigh of relief, opening your laptop to get down to your daily work. But while you were preparing your documents and emails, your hand slipped into your bag and you felt an USB stick you hid there. You take it out and plug it into your laptop, and Yunho's name appears on the screen. With a slight smile on your face, you opened the folder and started browsing through Yunho's pictures. You had pictures from prestigious business events, pictures of him in various poses, and even some more personal pictures with a charming smile on his face. Looking at him, your heart filled with gratitude that you had the privilege of working alongside such an influential and charismatic man like Yunho. However, a feeling of burning desire awoke your soul every time you looked at those pictures. You were mesmerized by his charming eyes, his charming smile and every detail of his well-proportioned physique. You spent some of the ten minutes of your break looking at those pictures, dreaming of a reality where maybe, just maybe, you could be more than just a secretary. It was a forbidden but stubborn fantasy in your heart.

While you were lost in Yunho's pictures, the light knocking on the door instantly made you flinch and the USB stick fell to the floor without you realizing it. Before you could react or realize what was happening, the door opened and Yunho entered the office. You tried to quickly regain your composure and started opening your documents, letting him see that you were busy and not sitting around. However, watching him out of the corner of your eye, you felt your heart beat faster and his every move made you tremble inside. Yunho walked over to your desk and leaning slightly over you. You smelled his divine perfume that made you melt on the spot. It was a smell that hypnotized you, and you couldn't help but breathe it deep into your chest. "We need to discuss some details for our bussines party in Tokyo," he said with a breathy voice and a slightly flirtatious smile. "I need you to reserve two hotel rooms for us. And of course I want to make sure everything is perfect for the event." As you were focused on your task, you could feel his watchful gaze on you and the sense that there was a subtle connection between the two of you. As you noticed with disappointment that the hotel you had chosen already had rooms booked, your questioning look did not escape Yunho's attention. He immediately understood that you had a question or a problem and moved closer, getting behind you. Feeling his left hand on your shoulder, you felt a wave of warmth and comfort, even in the midst of the tense situation. Then he leaned over you a bit, placing his right hand over yours, which was holding the mouse, and you realized he was practically holding your hand. As you two searched for other hotel options, you felt a vibration between you and him, a connection you couldn't ignore. With his hand on yours and his eyes intent on the screen, you felt like you were working as a team, and that feeling made you feel more confident and relaxed. "We should explore more options," you suggested shyly, turning your head slightly to him to read his reaction. "Perhaps we will find another hotel that will be suitable for our bussines party in Tokyo." Yunho looked at the screen for a few moments and then turned his attention to you with an encouraging smile on his face. "You're right," he replied in a calm, soothing voice. "Let's see what other options we have and find something that's perfect."

Finally, Yunho found the right hotel for the party named "Celestial Tokyo Grand Hotel". It was a place of refined elegance where only the most distinguished guests could afford to stay. The exclusive atmosphere and impeccable service perfectly matched Yunho's sophisticated tastes. While he was looking for available rooms and finalizing the reservation details, he said it would be best to you to pack up and head home to rest before the next day. In an elegant and delicate gesture, Yunho lifted you from the chair, letting him sit in your place. As he continued to attend to the details, he would occasionally glance at your skirt. You felt his gaze penetrate deep into you, causing a wave of conflicting emotions in your soul. While you had already left, Yunho stayed to turn off the laptop and arrange a few things on the desk. As he bent down to pick up a small object from under the seat, he noticed a USB stick. He thought maybe you accidentally dropped it and you didn't notice. He wondered what could be on that stick - maybe it was extra work materials you brought for that meeting.

With a mixture of curiosity and speculative thoughts, Yunho decided to insert the stick into the laptop. But the moment he opened the folder, his expression suddenly changed. There were pictures of him. Pictures of him, in different situations and places, in ways that surprised and perplexed him. The pictures seemed to be taken discreetly without him noticing or being aware of it. As he flipped through the pictures, he did his best to keep his composure and not show the surprise and amazement inside him. He was shocked to see that you had such a deep attraction to him, even more than he thought. Despite the initial surprise, a smile appeared on his lips, understanding that the feelings were mutual.

Looking at your reflection in the mirror, you started getting ready for a new day to go to the airport. You chose your outfit carefully, opting for a crisp white shirt and an elegant skirt, slightly shorter than the one you wore yesterday. You put on a little make-up, accentuating your natural beauty, and applied your favorite perfume to feel confident and charming. As you prepared to leave your apartment, your phone vibrated, announcing the arrival of a new message. To your surprise, you discovered that it was a message from Yunho. Surprisingly, he tells you that his car was already parked in front of your apartment and that he was waiting to take you to the airport. You were surprised and a bit confused by this initiative. Later, another message came from him, mentioning that if he picks you up, maybe you won't be late like yesterday. This observation made you smile slightly and think that maybe you should take him up on his offer, especially if it could prevent a delay like yesterday. With your heart beating slightly and a smile on your face, you decided to respond positively to Yunho's message and grab your bag to leave for his car, thinking that this trip to the airport could be different and enjoyable. You entered in Yunho's car and immediately felt that the inside of the car smelled just like him - a divine scent that made you feel surrounded by luxury and elegance. The drive to the airport was quite peaceful, and you were captivated by the beauty of the scenery passing by the windows. However, once you got to the airport, you noticed that you weren't heading to a regular departures area. Instead, Yunho led you to another gate where an impressively sized plane was located - Yunho's private plane. Realizing that it would be just the two of you flying with him at that moment, you felt your heart pound with excitement and anticipation. It was an incredible feeling to know that you would be flying with Yunho in his private plane, a unique and extraordinary occasion.

As the airplane approached Tokyo, your eyes were captivated by the beauty and elegance of the city below. From high above, you could see the tall buildings, bright lights, and the bustling atmosphere typical of a cosmopolitan city. Tokyo seemed to shine in the afternoon sunlight, and you couldn't help but admire every detail of the urban landscape. The animated streets, modern architecture, and fascinating blend of cultures and traditions created a breathtaking panorama, making you feel like you had entered a whole new world. Looking out the window, you admired the Japanese gardens, ancient temples, and well-kept parks, all framed by imposing skyscrapers and dazzling lights. Every corner of the city seemed to hold a fascinating story, and you couldn't wait to explore every aspect of this wonderful city.

While you waited for the taxi outside the airport, you noticed how the afternoon sunlight reflected in Yunho's eyes, accentuating their beauty and mystery. The warm air and the subtle scent of cherry blossoms floating in the springtime air created a charming and romantic atmosphere. In that moment, you felt captivated by his charismatic presence and enveloping aura. You arrived at the hotel and went to the reception. When you spoke to the receptionist that you had made a reservation for 2 rooms, you were shocked to hear her say, "I'm sorry, but under the name Jeong Yunho, we only have one room available." Your mind was reeling, it couldn't be...There couldn't be only one room, you couldn't stay in the same room with him..

Despite your uncertainty and desire to be in the same room as Yunho, you decided to explain the situation. “The reservation is only for one room and not two,” you shyly told Yunho. However, Yunho calmly and understandingly replied, "It's no problem, it's too late to search for other rooms now. We'll manage." The receptionist gave Yunho the keys and you felt a mixture of emotions at that moment. With your heart pounding, you went to the elevator with Yunho. As the elevator ascended to the top floor, you couldn't shake off the thought of whether Yunho deliberately chose this room. Were his actions intentional? Lost in contemplation, a sudden influx of people came into the elevator, pressing you and Yunho closer together. With limited space, you found yourself standing snugly against him, feeling his presence radiating warmth behind you. When the elevator abruptly halted, you stumbled, almost losing your balance. In that moment of instability, Yunho's hands instinctively encircled your waist, securing you in a firm yet gentle hold. You could feel his touch enveloping your small waist, providing a sense of safety and comfort amidst the crowded lift. Once you left the elevator, you felt a strange uneasiness inside you. You wanted to be closer to him, to feel his touch, but at the same time you were stumbling with fear and uncertainty. Looking around, you noticed that you were in an elegant and bright hallway, and you felt like every step you took was taking you away from the intimate moment you had just experienced in the elevator. In the end, Yunho opened to door and he let you in with gentlemanly politeness. As you walked into the room, you were stuck by its elegance and sophistication, which seemed to perfectly reflect Yunho's personality. However, when you noticed the double bed, you felt a knot in your stomach. This wasn't your plan and the thought of that intimacy made you feel a little uncomfortable. Yunho slightly caught your hesitation, but didn't mention anything, merely stating briefly and clearly . "I'm going to take a bath. Get ready in 30 minutes. We have to be there at 8pm." With that he disappeared, leaving you to deal with your own preparations, and you felt the time ticking by with incredible speed, putting pressure on you to get ready in a hurry for the upcoming party.

As you placed your dress on the bed and prepared your makeup on the table, you felt a presence beside you… It was none other than Yunho, his wet hair falling on his forehead and drops of water running down his well-defined chest. Your eyes slowly lowered, admiring his attractive abs, and your gaze then stopped even lower… He only had a towel wrapped around his waist. You swallowed hard, looking at him with a mixture of awe and delight, unable to control your inner reactions. But just as you reached out to open the door and enter the bathroom, you felt yourself being pulled slightly by the wrist, ending up bumping into his chest. Looking deep into your eyes, he says to you in a calm, deep voice that pierced your soul "How much longer do you think you can hide this?" His penetrating gaze runs through your every shred of thought and emotion, making you feel exposed and vulnerable. You looked at him, confused, not knowing what he was referring to and what had suddenly taken hold of him. "I don't understand what do you mean..." you said with a slightly shaky, questioning voice. With a sly smile and a flirty and sexy tone of voice, Yunho looked you deep in the eyes “Oh, my little one, don't be so surprised. I found the USB stick and I was curious to see what's hiding in there. And look what I found...pictures of me. Someone's pretty into me, right?", your eyes widened in surprise as you realized he was referring to the discovery of his pictures. You tried to hide your slight panic but your look said it all and Yunho noticed immediately. With your mouth dry and your heart pounding in your chest, you were speechless. Your gaze locked on Yunho and he smiled slightly, noticing the effect he was having on you. Yunho continued, letting his gaze play over your face and settle on your dry lips. "Are you sure you don't have anything to say? Maybe you should share your thoughts. I can't promise I won't be…intrigued by them," as he spoke, Yunho was slowly getting closer to you and you could feel your heart pounding in your chest. It was hard to find the words, but his charming gaze and physical closeness made you feel overwhelmed. Yunho moved even closer to your face, gently caressing your cheek and speaking sweet words that made you feel butterflies in your stomach "I know you want me, my love. I can feel your desire, and I know it's as strong as mine." As he kissed you, you could almost feel your heart pounding in your chest. The kiss was passionate, and as your tongues intertwined in a dance of desire, you felt completely immersed in the moment. It was as if every move, every touch of his lips, were made especially for you. In that moment, time seemed to slow down, the world around you completely disappearing as you enjoyed the intimacy and passion of the moment. When the kiss grew wilder, the desire for more grew in both of them. You felt like you couldn't get enough of his touch, the taste of his lips, and you wanted more of this intense connection. Yunho gently pushes you against the bathroom wall. He closes the door with a determined gesture, and your moment of desire continues quietly. When you're almost out of breath, he stops and looks deep into your eyes, strengthening the bond between the two of you. As his lips met yours again, you could feel the flames of passion burning stronger and stronger. It was exciting and your burning desire made you unable to stop. Especially since you were already turned on and responding to Yunho's every touch with a surge of intense pleasure. With a yearning sigh, Yunho gently stopped next to your ear and whispered in a husky, sensual voice “You're only mine… completely and utterly.” His words echoed in your mind, amplifying the shivers that ran through your body.

Gripping your breasts firmly, his hands massaged them through the thin shirt, sending waves of pleasure. In a determined gesture, Yunho gently unbuttoned your shirt, revealing your firm and luscious breasts. "God, I've waited so long to do this," he murmured as he leaned down, beginning to caress your sensitive nipples. At the same time, you moan in pleasure under his skillful touches, savoring every sensation caused by his talented hands. With his deft hands, Yunho focuses his attention on your breasts, the rush of pleasure you felt was astounding. With every touch, every firm massage, and every hug, you felt overwhelmed with desire, and your body reacted accordingly. Meanwhile, your arousal had grown even more as Yunho felt how wet you already were. “Oh, you're wet already?” Your breathing was ragged and your thoughts were a haze of pleasure, but you suddenly remembered that you have to go to the party." Y-yunho, wait..The party..." you managed to stutter as you tried to res and speak at the same time, fighting all of your awake senses that were absorbed in pleasure. "Fuck the party, i want you now," Yunho spoke with determination and desire in his voice. With an encouraging voice and his firm tone, he conveyed unequivocally that the moment between you was far more important than anything else. His hands continued to explore, wanting more, wanting to feel you completely. He undid your skirt with determined movements and then slipped his hand between your legs, feeling how wet and turned on you were. He began to circle the material of the panty, teasing you, and before you knew it, he pushed the material slightly to the side and inserted a finger, amplifying the sensation of arousal and desire electrifying every fiber of your being.

The rhythmic movement of his fingers deepened the pleasure and the desire to have him inside you. With each quick movement of his fingers, you felt the pleasure intensify and all worries about the party and any other responsibilities seemed to evaporate. “Just like that, let your pleasure pour over my fingers,” Yunho spoke, and you felt yourself being carried away by the heightened sensations, letting go of all inhibitions. You felt your senses open up to the pleasure and he continued to move his fingers in a firm, challenging rhythm. In a moment of ecstasy, you lost control and released your pleasure, and without it being so intense you were in ecstasy. " Oh yes... go like that", he murmured, and you felt that unusual and much-desired pleasure. His fingers were now covered in your juice and he brought them to your mouth. You licked every trace of ecstasy off them, tasting your own juice in a way that added a new and erotic element to the whole moment. Then he kissed you, passing on your divine sweet taste. His lips were passionate and thirsty, and the kiss was so deep and satisfying it seemed to bring two souls into a tender and intimate union.

As the warm water flowed around you in the shower stall, Yunho's light and delicate movement made your heart beat faster. You loved how his wet hair fell perfectly on his forehead, when his lips lightly touched your earlobe you felt a pleasant shiver run through your entire body. Looking at him, you felt his eyes light up with desire and your lips spoke passionate words. “There's something special about you, something that totally captivates me,” you confessed, feeling the flame of desire rise between you. Yunho replied with a charming smile and an intense gaze. "Lucky is on my side to have you now. You are truly irresistible." You felt the towel wrapping Yunho fall at his feet, revealing his extremely aroused cock drenched in the liquid of desire. It was so big you could feel it kicking you, exuding overwhelming power and dominance. At that moment, he cupped your chin with his hand, looking up and looking deep into your eyes. "On your knees now," his strong, determined voice rang out. Your gaze met his cock, which looked so dominant and provocative. As you lightly stroked your fingers along its length, you were mesmerized by the perfect size and shape of his cock. Without hesitation, you took it in your hand and began to slowly lick the tip, feeling Yunho's strong pulsations of pleasure. Then, with expert skill, you began to suck him with passion and desire, satisfying him in the most pleasurable way possible. Yunho's moans, encouraging you even more, fueled the flame of passion and pleasure burning between the two of you, turning the moment into one of intense ecstasy and arousal.

In a moment of intense passion, Yunho quickly lifted you up and slammed you against the shower stall window on your back, placing a hand on your breast and carefully guiding his cock into you. You felt a surge of pleasure as you took him in, and the filling sensation made you feel complete and satisfied. His cock was so big, you wondered how it fit inside you. “Ahh…Yunho…I am close…fuck,” you moaned, your voice full of desire and anticipation. You wanted to make him feel as good as you felt in those moments of hot passion. "Me too, baby, just a little bit more," Yunho replied with a voice full of desire and passion. As you neared the climax of ecstasy, you felt Yunho's body tense up and fill your insides with his hot, hot liquid. The feeling of complete satisfaction and ecstasy filled the shower stall as you both attempted your intense and satisfying orgasm. With a satisfied smile on your face, you let yourself into Yunho's arms, feeling protected and loved. He picked you up bridal style and carefully wrapped you in the towel, carefully carrying you to bed. When he sat down next to you, he kissed your forehead lightly and his melodious laugh filled the room. "I don't think we're going to make it to the party," he said, grinning widely. "But I think I have everything I want here." With feelings of contentment and happiness flooding you, you replied, "Me too. You're all I want." Looking at each other with loving eyes, you knew you had everything you needed to feel fulfilled and happy at that moment.

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officialbruciewayne · 1 month

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Observations on Kryptonians:

Their Biology, Behavior and its Dynamic with Beauty

An anecdotal entry by Bruce T. Wayne, regarding his experiences with the Kryptonian People.

Over the course of the last century, Earth and Humanity has become aware that not only are we not alone in our universe- but that we are not alone on our world. At an undisclosed moment in our history, our homeworld became a refuge for the last children of Krypton, a world that was lost to unknown disaster.

Kryptonians are mysterious and alien, a recipe for rejection and prejudice on this planet. Not only this, but they have exceptional powers, which lure our worst impulses of greed and exploitation. We have not always treated them with kindness.

Despite our own lack of humanity, the most notable Kryptonians of our society continue to share their unique gifts and perspectives, choosing to help wherever they can.

As a Jewish man, and a Father, the legacy of the Kryptonian people, both in entrusting our world with their children, but with it, their future in the face of diaspora, humbles me.

I would like to offer my voice of support to our kin from beyond the stars. I have some personal experience with Kryptonians, and will attempt to demystify their habits and nature, to present them to you not as strangers from the skies, but as part of the infinite diversity of our world.

Not to be feared, not be used, but to be welcomed.

ברוכים הבאים לבית שלנו

Caveat on Kryptonian Powers

Most discussions of Kryptonian biology begin and typically conclude with a long list of the powers typical to Kryptonians. These powers are considerable, but are generally used to justify how they are treated. There is no value in me lingering on this much-speculated aspect of our Kryptonian kin.

Instead, I would like to discuss the lesser known traits that I have found to be personally charming.

Diurnalism and Sun-seeking

Kryptonians are naturally diurnal by nature, and are drawn to sunlight. When relaxed, they enjoy basking in our sun's warmth and when injured, or unwell, should rest in either natural sunlight, or be placed near a sunlamp.

Many Kryptonians display a tanned or dark-skinned complexion, which I found initially counterintuitive since it indicates protective melanin in Humans. In a Kryptonian, this coloration is actually indicative of stored solar radiation. In layman's terms, it's a sign of good health in your local Kryptonian.

(Art credit to @domnorian, please support the original work here, it is used here as an example)

Dentition and Diet

The intense demands of the Kryptonian body are supported by an incredibly high metabolism. Although they are primarily sustained by solar radiation, they can and do display a remarkable appetite. This energy is readily burned off by their bodies, so it should be considered offensive to shame or draw attention to how hungry a Kryptonian may appear to a Human.

Instead, attention should be paid to the variety of their diet. I have concerns that Kryptonian nutrition is not necessarily met by traditional human foods, and believe that supplements of various metals, sillica and crystalized minerals may be of great use to them. Further research is indicated, but consider they may not be fully satisfied.

This viewpoint is supported by the Kryptonian dentition, which features a diminutive but handsome set of fangs. As this is one of the more readily visible distinguishing features, some Kryptonians experience self-consciousness when smiling.

If it is of comfort to any Kryptonians reading this, Humans enjoy 'teefies' and like to remark upon the canine teeth of our companion cats and dogs. We find it 'cute'.

Ocular Notes

It has come to my attention that Kryptonian vision is more specialized for use during flight. It has great telescopic capacity, amongst its other various modes, but this can put them at a disadvantage in our society. Being so far-sighted, Kryptonians may struggle to read letters, smaller signs and newspapers without assistance.

If you see a Kryptonian puzzling over a piece of paper, and holding it at arms' length, any offers to help should be gently made. However, Kryptonians are notoriously friendly and inclined to offer help as much as receive it. You may well make a new best friend. In fact you probably will. Statistically.

A smaller note is that Kryptonian eyes- on account of the multiple facets to their vision -all appear to be a unique type of blue. This particular shade is potentially a generative emission of scattered sunlight, though it would require more detailed research and a far longer examination on my part to confirm.

They Purr

Yes, it is true. Kryptonians purr. It is a delight to listen to.

From my observations it seems readily triggered by the presence of children, or a desire to comfort others. As well as by their own contentment, whether physical, emotional and often both.

The frequency of the oscillations seem to differ between the two circumstances, supporting my current theory that this purring is both a form of communication, but separately resonant to encourage bone growth and soft tissue repair in the sick and injured.

Reproduction and Courtship

Having not conducted a relationship with a Kryptonian, I speak from a limited capacity of research. That said, to Humans looking to court Kryptonians, they appear to be receptive to forms of lip contact, and saliva exchange.

Further erogenous zones are speculative, but there is marked sensitivity along the length of the throat and just below the occipital bone.

Love

I put it to you that Kryptonians are not powerful - they are uniquely vulnerable. An endangered culture and people who have shown us compassion alone. They deserve our protection and understanding.

This is the only home they have ever known. They are not strangers from the stars, they are our friends sharing the same sunlight.

They love us. We should love them in return.

B.T.W

PS. @official-clark-kent I am no reporter, but I did enjoy trying my hand at a small thinkpiece. Perhaps we could go fishing sometime?

#I'm not an academic #but I do have opinions

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warpcoreweirdness · 26 days

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just finished season 2 of Lower Decks and i'm SO glad i tried this show again

i actually started the show a while ago, but the constant easter eggs put me off.

(i still don't know how non-Trekkie viewers are meant to get the jokes where the punchline is "reference!! 😂", but lots of people enjoy it so ymmv).

i stopped a few minutes into episode 2 after Rutherford agrees to quit his job as an engineer so he can watch the Trivoli pulsar with Tendi.

i honestly thought it was going to be a storyline about a guy giving up a job he loves and making his boss angry so that he can spend time with a female friend he has a crush on, because that's the plotline i've been conditioned to expect from tv. i wasn't feeling excited about the show, so i put it on pause.

but if i'd watched for about two more seconds before noping out for a few months, i would've seen this:

when i started watching again, i realised that the episodes never bog themselves down in drawn-out, uncomfortable storyline or character staples - they're actually incredibly well-written, tightly paced, and tell their stories in just the right amount of time. Rutherford wants to be Tendi's friend (at least for now), his boss Billups is really supportive, and Tendi brings a PADD into the Jefferies tube so they can both do what they enjoy, separately but together.

another great part about that scene with Rutherford and his boss is something that Lower Decks does a lot, which is make jokes that actually rely on subverting audience expectations. a big example - and a way of referencing other parts of the Star Trek franchise that does work for me - is when the creators gently poke fun at or subvert common story beats, emotional arcs, or dramatic moments from other parts of Trek.

like when Rutherford loses his memory and Tendi is excited to get to know him again, rather than devastated that he doesn't remember her.

or when they save themselves from being smooshed by Dooplers by dramatically ejecting the warp core of their tiny model starship.

or when Tendi goes on an arc of significant personal development over the course of one (1) whole episode.

they're general enough that even people who haven't seen other Star Trek shows (or movies) can still recognise and appreciate them.

beyond this, the show also has great moments where they (lovingly) cast a light on some of the flaws and foibles in the franchise, often in subtle or comedic ways.

like showing people in beep chairs living their best lives (in contrast to TOS and SNW's view of the beep chair as a tragic, doomsday fate for Pike).

or using Tendi to comment on Trek's depiction of Orions specifically as all pirates and slavers, and alien cultures more generally as monocultures.

or even just acknowledging that Trek shows mostly focus on the bridge crew doing heroic first contact-esque adventures, when that can't be all there is to Starfleet.

heck, they even have Rutherford go on a journey of acceptance and self-discovery after a permanent memory wipe (in contrast to Uhura in TOS, where it's never mentioned again).

another reason i really appreciate the show is that the creators have taken the time to think through what a more inclusive future could look like, in ways that are noticeably lacking or absent in many other Trek shows:

beyond exploring diversity through explicit identity representation (which is still very important), it does this through its world building as well.

i love this communal sonic shower scene for what it says about gender and body politics in Trek. in the future, why would we still separate bathrooms and changing rooms by gender? and why would we have the same views and expectations around bodies that we (by "we" i mean Western countries) do now?

this short scene dismantles the idea that nudity is inherently sexual, that gender is binary and biological, that some genders can't be trusted around other genders while naked, and that heterosexuality is the default (and when you bring dozens of alien species into the mix, why wouldn't we have more and newer ways of thinking about gender?). it even has a little mention that Boimler prefers not to shower with others, leaving space for people to act however feels most comfortable for them.

it's such a little thing, but after years spent (lovingly) yelling at the screen during TNG, TOS, DS9, etc saying, "why are they assuming everyone is straight? WHY would people be this sexist?", i noticed it immediately and appreciated it immensely.

(this isn't related to the storytelling, but i also have to say - the animation in Lower Decks is so pretty???):

this isn't a perfect show, but it's funny, has fantastic storytelling, and it loves the source material without worshipping it. (which is not something i expected to say, given how it started).

plus i love these characters SO MUCH.

so far, so very good 🤞.

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#*#star trek #star trek lower decks #lower decks #tv shows

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fatphobiabusters · 2 months

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Pokemon Go added Body Type Customization in an update recently!! It's not just presets of Rail Thin - Moderate Thin - Fat either there are SLIDERS!! And separate face shapes!! It's been eight years sense launch but this is HUGE in terms of Pokemon Character Customization!

I'm surprised that Pokemon Go made that update (though also sad that it took them 8 years to include fat people). I think this makes the first Pokemon game that allows the player to play as a fat person. I hope that'll be an aspect they'll keep for future games, similar to how they gave customization options for generation 6 because the game was based on France, and then that feature was too popular for the game developers to not continue that for every game afterwards.

I don't have the game downloaded, but from the pictures and video footage I've seen, the body type options do seem to be better than the usual "We'll give you one fat body type and call it a day." These are two pictures I found on Google Images:

There's at least one fat body preset with different chest options, and then there's also a way to specifically change appearance aspects like weight, hips, chest, etc.

Fat people need to be represented in more video games, positive representation at that. The excuse I usually hear is "Well, if the game developers include fat people, then they'd have to update animations and clothing to fit the fat bodies! That's more work for the same budget!" And to that, I say: Stop trying to pretend this is just a matter of 'budget' when there's not a single game with player customization that only has fat bodies.

If it truly is so impossible to make video games with more than one body type and that's the sole reason why fat people don't exist in almost any video game universe, then why is the body type always chosen to be represented a thin body type? Game developers are perfectly capable of making a game with customization where the only body option is a fat body. So, why has that never been done? Why is it that every time a person makes a video game with only one body type available, it's Always. Thin.

You know why.

I could talk about this for hours and point out so much more BS rhetoric that fatphobes use to defend fatphobia in video games, but I don't want to spend my whole night writing an essay. Anyways, I'm glad that Pokemon Go has finally started to add some weight diversity to the game, even if this is 8 years late. Let's hope more game developers will do the same.

-Mod Worthy

#This is an older ask so that's why this message is about a game update from a few months ago.#fat representation #fatphobia #Pokemon #Pokemon Go #emile hides #ask #Mod Worthy

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a-court-of-fics-and-errors · 3 months

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Keep Moving Forwards, Part 40

Azriel x Reader Fic

Summary: After finally deciding to leave your abusive and manipulative mate for good, you find unexpected companionship with Azriel, the Shadowsinger of the Night Court. As you navigate the aftermath of your traumatic relationship, you struggle to understand where the mating bond went wrong and contemplate your path forward, vowing never to return to the past.

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Content Warning: This story contains depictions of extreme emotional manipulation and abuse, detailed descriptions of direct physical abuse, and scenes of men hunting women with implied sexual assault. Please read at your own risk.

Word Count: 5.3K

Author's Note: This is a multi-part series. Unlike my previous works, this fanfiction delves deeper than just fluff, exploring complex emotional landscapes. As I navigate this new writing journey, I kindly ask for gentle feedback. The topics addressed are profoundly impactful, touching many lives with diverse experiences. Please be gentle with yourselves and others. Healing is a journey, and everyone processes it differently. Be kind to yourself. Take what resonates, and leave what doesn’t.

Please continue reading, being aware of the above content warnings, ensuring you are in a healthy headspace. Give yourself time to process and be gentle with yourself.

The nightmare that plagued you every night was just one of many torments your mind conjured up to punish you. Despite the comforting presence of Azriel's arms wrapped tightly around you, his protection wasn’t enough to ward off the relentless attacks from your own subconscious. Each time you woke up drenched in sweat, eyes wide and screaming, Azriel would do his best to hold onto you, to ground you in reality and remind you of who and where you were. But even as he tried to anchor you, your mind would still be lost in the grips of the dream, where Azriel was not himself but a monster wearing his skin. As much as he worried about you, you worried right back for him. Though your own eyes were now perpetually bruised and blue-tinged, Azriel's lack of rest was also beginning to take its toll on him. You would often find him falling asleep at his desk, struggling to stay focused during conversations, or napping on the couch in the Town House in the middle of the day, desperate for some respite. But he never complained, never mentioned being tired, no matter how much you pressed him to admit it.

No one spoke of what happened that night. Not even Azriel. There were no more discussions about your newfound bloodline and its potential consequences, no whispered conversations about how it might impact your work as a member of the court. It seemed like business as usual for everyone else, but deep down, you couldn't help but wonder if there were secret meetings happening without your knowledge. Perhaps they were trying to protect you from any further trauma or pain. You held your breath every time Azriel returned home from meeting with Rhys, hoping for any sign or clue, but all he ever did was smile and kiss you before going about his day as if nothing had changed. And so you tried to do the same - put on a brave face, return the smiles and kind gestures, maintain a sense of normalcy like everyone else seemed to be doing. But in moments when no one was looking, whether it was in the shower or alone in the Town House or hidden away in a quiet alley of Velaris, you would break down into sobs that wracked your body and left your head throbbing with pain. After all the time and effort the members of the Night Court had put into helping you heal and get better, you couldn't bear to burden them with your struggles again. Especially since there didn't seem to be any immediate threat looming over you.

Philip hadn't attempted to contact you again, and perhaps his only intention was to throw another jab at you and hope to destabilize you or the court. And unfortunately, it worked - on the inside, at least.

A niggling feeling persisted in the back of your mind, a conversation that took place just a few months ago. You were standing outside the door of the House of Wind in Velaris, straining to hear what the three males inside were saying before Rhys escorted you to the city gates. It was something that had slipped from your memory until that night when Philip approached you. Azriel had posed the question, his voice laced with doubt, "Do you think he could be her father?" And Rhysand's response had been filled with certainty, “I would recognize that voice anywhere.” At the time, it hadn't struck you as important, but now as questions and unexpected answers arise, you realize the gravity of that moment and how it has come full circle. As you stood once again in Velaris, a place you never thought you'd return to after you first left, everything falls into place like puzzle pieces finally connecting. —

You rap your knuckles on the heavy oak door of Azriel’s study, the aged wood creaking slightly in response. The door is already cracked open, and you can hear the sound of pages being turned from within. “Come in,” his deep voice calls out. You push the door open, the hinges squeaking slightly as you enter the room. As your eyes adjust to the dim light, they immediately lock onto Azriel's beautiful hazel gaze. It shines like a beacon in the shadows, drawing you towards him. He smiles at you, and your heart flutters in your chest. “Hi,” he greets you softly.

You walk towards him, your steps hesitant and slow, each one feeling like a weight dragging you down. You return his smile with a small one of your own. “Hey.”

Azriel leans back in his chair, his wings unfolding gracefully behind him as he runs his hand through his already tousled hair. “What’s up?” he asks.

You make your way over to his desk, leaning against it with your hips as you wrap your arms around yourself. Azriel's gaze never leaves yours, that smile still firmly planted on his lips. Your hands rub up and down your arms instinctively, as if trying to ward off the cold even though you know the only chill is inside you. You look down at him, chewing on your bottom lip nervously. He notices your discomfort and furrows his brow slightly. “Everything okay?” he asks, leaning forward slightly.

You nod, glancing away from him briefly before shrugging lightly. Everything isn’t okay, or it may not be after you ask this question.

At your shrug, Azriel tilts his head curiously. “What’s up?”

Taking a deep breath to steady yourself, you let your hands fall to your sides and brace yourself on the desk as you focus on the wall behind him. One leg bounces lightly, tapping against the wooden floor. “I wanted to ask you about something,” you start, your teeth finding a loose piece of skin on your lip and latching onto it, chewing lightly.

“Yeah?” Azriel responds, still maintaining a casual tone but there is a hint of trepidation in his voice.

You already begin talking yourself out of the conversation. “I may be remembering this wrong,” you shake your head slightly as if trying to dislodge the memory, “But back when I first came here-"

Azriel leans forward even more, resting his forearms on his thighs as he listens intently.

"When I was leaving, I overheard the end of a conversation you were having with Rhys and Cassian." Azriel's eyes harden slightly, and you can't tell if he's searching through his own memories or trying to come up with a plan to respond to where you're leading.

"It was after that night that Rhys had to go into my mind to pull me out of that dream, and he saw my mother with a male." Azriel nods in understanding.

"He said he recognized that male's voice," the small piece of skin finally comes free between your teeth, causing your lip to throb slightly. "And you asked if that could be my father."

Azriel's intense gaze never leaves yours as you turn your head to face him. You search his eyes, desperately trying to find any indication that he might deny it. But all you see is silence. It speaks louder than any words he could have said.

"Azriel, did you know?" Your voice trembles with emotion.

An oppressive silence hangs in the air, stretching out for what feels like an eternity before Azriel finally breaks it. His voice is hesitant and filled with a heavy weight. "I had suspicions," he admits.

You remain silent, your eyes focused on a point on the bookshelf across from you. In this moment, both of you are shrouded in stillness, but Azriel's eyes never leave you as he speaks. Your mind struggles to make sense of the situation, to form some coherent thought. Finally, you settle on one question. "Why didn't you say anything?"

Azriel leans back in his chair, his hand finding its way into his hair as his leg begins to bounce nervously. He may try to appear brooding and enigmatic, but you know him all too well. You can read his tells, and right now, he's fighting to keep his composure. "Rhys didn't want us to," he explains.

"Why not?" You turn your gaze to him, hardening.

Azriel's eyes search yours before he responds carefully, "He didn't think it mattered at the time."

"Did any of you consider it mattering anytime after that? Like when I got back? Or when I met him at the party?" You ask harshly, more than you intended. But your blood is boiling under your skin and you can't help the sharpness in your tone.

Azriel nods lightly, "It didn't cross my mind until I saw him."

"And you didn't think it might be helpful to pull me aside and clue me in on that little detail?" You hiss, your anger flaring.

"Y/N-" Azriel starts to defend himself, running a hand over his face in frustration.

You cut him off sharply. Your gaze hardens, your nose scrunching up in disgust as you continue,

"It's my life, Azriel."

"I know," he whispers, his face turning pale.

You shake your head, your knee bouncing harder with agitation. "Azriel, why would you keep this from me? How could you?"

"You have to believe me when I say it wasn't intentional. Y/N, I only wanted to keep you safe," Azriel pleads, his palms facing towards you.

You scoff and let out a bitter laugh as your gaze falls to the floor. Your foot kicks at an imaginary speck of dust as you seethe, "Certainly seems intentional. Was safety more important than my right to know the truth about my own family? Or is it because of Rhysand’s orders?"

Azriel looks down hesitantly, “It wasn’t just about Rhys. I couldn’t risk…”

You interrupt him, your voice breaking. “Risk what? My feelings? My trust in you?”

“I… I didn’t want to lose you. And I didn’t want you to get hurt in the process. That's why I had Cassian go get you that night," Azriel admits, looking remorseful.

You turn your hardened gaze back to him, your mouth filled with spite as you ask, "So who else knew?"

Azriel pauses for a moment before considering his answer. "Don't lie to me, Azriel," you warn.

"Only Cassian, Rhys, and myself," he confesses.

"That's it?" You confirm.

Azriel nods solemnly. "That's it.”

You nervously bite your lip again, trying to control the overwhelming emotions bubbling within you. Your tear-filled eyes glance back at the bookshelf, unable to meet Azriel's gaze as you struggle to find words. "Azriel," you begin, your voice quivering with emotion, "Why would you keep this from me?"

Azriel lets out a heavy sigh and leans forward, his intense eyes scanning your face. "I just wanted to keep you safe," he says softly.

Your eyes flicker up to meet his, filled with pain and betrayal. "What were you so afraid of? Me leaving? Or Rhysand, or whoever else decided it was best to keep this dirty little secret?" Your voice grows angry and accusatory.

Azriel swallows hard, looking pained. "Maybe we should talk to Rhysand-" he starts, but you quickly cut him off with a shake of your head.

"No," you say firmly, holding up one finger to stop him. "This isn't about Rhysand. I'll deal with him later." Your gaze hardens on Azriel's hazel stare, which looks empty and lost. "This is about you and me. And the fact that I've spent the last few months getting falling in fucking love with you while you've been keeping such a huge secret from me, someone who you claim to care so much about, because Rhysand told you not to share it with me. So tell me, Azriel, what the hell is wrong with that picture?"

Azriel stands up, taking a hesitant step towards you with his arms outstretched as if wanting to comfort you. But you take a step back, your throat catching in a sob as you hold out your hand to stop him. "Don't touch me," you hiss through gritted teeth.

"Y/N," Azriel pleads desperately, saying your name like a prayer. "You have to understand that I only did it to protect you."

"Well that clearly didn't work," you retort, your voice laced with bitterness. "In fact, it backfired spectacularly." You feel the hot tears welling up in your eyes as you shake your head in disbelief.

"I know," Azriel continues, trying to close the distance between you. "And I'm so sorry."

You let out a bitter laugh. "Everyone's always so damn sorry. It’s like the background of my life." You shake your head again, feeling the sting of betrayal and heartache. "You're all the same, aren't you?" You hiss out, anger seeping through your words.

Azriel's eyes widen in shock and pleading, begging you not to finish that thought.

"You just manipulate us and string us along," you continue, the words tumbling out faster than you can process them. "You tell us what we want to hear and keep anything that might disrupt your perfect little world hidden from us." You pause for a moment before adding, "So I guess I'm sorry too. Sorry that you wasted your time trying to fix something that was never meant to be fixed."

Azriel's face contorts with pain and desperation as you hold back the sobs that threaten to escape your throat. You stand across from him, feeling the tether between you fray and snap with each passing second.

"Please," Azriel insists, taking a step closer, but you shake your head resolutely. His eyes fix on yours, pleading. "Just let me get Rhysand here so he can explain."

You meet his gaze with steely determination. "Even if he explains it, it doesn't change what you did."

Azriel nods in understanding. "I know that." Your stare is unwavering, but inside your heart is breaking. "Can I please bring him here?" he begs.

You wipe away tears with trembling hands and nod reluctantly. Azriel's relief is palpable, but you can't bring yourself to comfort him. He speaks to Rhysand through their bond before refocusing on you. "He’s on his way."

—

Your gaze pierces through the High Lord of the Night Court, sharp enough to cut through metal. Rhysand sits across from you at the coffee table, Azriel standing stiffly by the mantle watching the two of you square off.

"You knew." You hiss at Rhysand, your voice filled with frustration and accusation.

"I wasn't sure," he responds calmly, calculating every word.

"You were sure enough.”

"What if we were wrong?" He challenges. "What if we told you our suspicions and it turned out to be a mistake?"

"Then I would still be grateful that you trusted me enough to share and we wouldn't be having this conversation." You reply sharply.

“It would have put you in more danger" Rhysand counters.

"Then tell me not to go. Tell me your suspicions and give me all the details. Don't hide it from me," you retort, frustration boiling over.

"At the time, you were leaving," Rhysand continues.

"Then what harm would have come from telling me? I was already out of your hair, just tell me," you argue, feeling your emotions getting the better of you.

"We were trying to protect you, to keep you safe," Rhysand insists.

"By keeping me in the dark?" You scoff incredulously. "That's not protection, Rhysand. That's control."

"Control?" Rhysand repeats, his voice dangerously low. "Is that what you think I'm doing? I care about you; I would never put you in harm's way intentionally."

"You care about me?" You snap, disbelief coloring your tone. "If you truly cared, you would have trusted me enough to handle the truth, instead of treating me like some fragile porcelain doll that needs to be shielded from every harsh reality."

"I have spent centuries protecting those I care for, making difficult choices to ensure their safety," Rhysand counters, his expression darkening.

"But that doesn't give you the right to decide what I can handle, Rhysand," you retort. "I've spent my entire life being controlled by others, being manipulated and thrown around like I'm nothing. And this is just another example of that."

Silence settles heavily between the two of you as you both glare at each other, the tension crackling in the air.

Finally, you break the silence. "I am not a pawn in your game, Rhysand. I am not your possession to be guarded and controlled at your whim."

Rhysand's expression darkens even further, wounded pride flashing in his eyes. "I have always only wanted to keep you safe," he says, his voice strained with emotion.

"Safe from what? The truth?" You scoff, unable to mask the hurt in your voice.

"You may not understand the weight of those responsibilities," Rhysand says quietly.

"I may not understand them," you admit, "but that still doesn't give you the right to take away my agency and treat me like a child."

For a moment, it looks like Rhysand might explode with anger. But then his expression softens and he looks at you with genuine regret. "I never meant to make you feel that way," he says sincerely.

You let out a bitter laugh. "Well, you did. If you had told me, I would have been prepared," you say, frustration still lacing your words.

"But what if it had turned out to be a false alarm? We didn't want to cause unnecessary panic," Rhysand counters.

"I would rather have been prepared and panicked than caught off guard and vulnerable," you argue, feeling your anger flare up again.

Azriel shifts uncomfortably behind Rhysand, sensing the tension crackling in the air. He opens his mouth to speak but closes it again, wisely choosing to stay out of the escalation.

"Do you really think I'm capable of handling anything that comes my way?" You ask him seriously. "I've fought for myself my entire life. I can handle the truth."

"I know you can," Rhysand says with a hint of regret in his voice. "But I still wanted to protect you from the burden." Rhysand’s gaze drops to the floor. “You already have so much riding against you.”

"I don't need your protection, Rhysand," you say firmly. "I need your trust."

The intensity in Rhysand's eyes gives you goosebumps as he speaks. "Y/N, I can't undo the past. I can't erase the pain that still lingers inside of you," he says, his voice heavy with regret.

You scoff, crossing your arms tighter around yourself. "Excuses won't change anything, Rhysand."

He takes a deep breath, his gaze unwavering. "But what I can promise you is that there will be no more secrets. No more lies or manipulations. You have my word on that."

Your gaze shifts to Azriel as you stand up, determined to hold him accountable as well. Rhysand watches with a hint of unease as you make your way to the shadowsinger, who remains perched silently in the corner of the room.

"Swear it," you demand, your voice dripping with venom.

Azriel's eyes search yours, a flicker of pain crossing his features before he nods. "I swear," he whispers.

In that moment, a burst of tingling energy spreads across your arm, leaving behind intricate black spirals that coil and dance like living creatures. Simultaneously, a matching tattoo appears on Azriel's skin, a symbol of the unbreakable vow.

You turn back towards Rhysand, who watches in a mix of awe and concern at the bond forged between you and Azriel.

"Are we done here?" you ask sharply.

Rhysand nods slowly, understanding dawning on his face. "Yes," he replies softly.

Without another glance back at either of them, you stalk out of the room, your hand trailing down the newly marked ink on your arm.

—

As you slip out of the house, the heavy wooden door slams shut behind you. Your feet carry you with a sense of urgency, desperate for some kind of refuge amongst the fae who have no ties to your life. Each step feels heavier than the last, as if trying to outrun the anger that has taken root in your heart. The bustling streets are alive with activity, colorful storefronts and vibrant market stands lining the cobblestone path. Families laugh and play, while others seek pleasure in the lively city. But you hardly acknowledge them, lost in your own thoughts and troubles as you trudge without direction.

Time seems to pass by in a blur as you weave through the throngs of people. It's long after dark when you find yourself back at the Town House, its warm lights flickering invitingly inside. You exhale deeply as you stand at the base of the steps, before finally making your way up and slipping inside.

You kick off your shoes and toss them into the closet before removing your jacket. As you do, Azriel pops his head out from the sitting room entrance with a look of surprise and relief in his eyes.

"Hey," he says softly. "I didn't know if you were coming back." He steps closer as you hang up your coat.

You brush past him without a word, heading straight for the kitchen. Azriel follows behind, only a few steps behind. You open the cabinets, pulling down a bowl and a batch of granola that Elain had made and left for you. The crunchy mix falls into the bowl with a satisfying tinkling sound as you fill it with milk. Perching yourself on the counter, your feet dangle above the floor as you begin eating.

"I can make something for you," Azriel offers, lingering in the doorway.

You don't bother looking up from your bowl as you continue to spoon in mouthfuls of the sweet mixture. "I'm already eating.”

Azriel watches you for a moment, shifting his weight from side to side as he debates whether or not to say anything else. "I just wanted to say again how sorry I am.”

Your eyes flick up to meet his gaze for a moment before returning back to your food. "It's done now," you shrug indifferently.

Azriel hesitates for a moment before approaching you, perching himself on the opposite end of the counter. He searches your face for any sign of forgiveness, his shadows flickering restlessly around him.

"I know sorry isn't enough," he starts, his voice laced with regret. "But I truly am. I should have been more transparent with you from the beginning."

You swallow another spoonful of granola before meeting his gaze. "Transparency would have been a good start," you reply coolly.

Azriel nods, his silver eyes reflecting a mixture of guilt and determination. "I understand if you can't trust me right now. But I want to make things right.”

You gently place your bowl down, turning to meet his gaze. His eyes, once vivid, now appear faded with a haunting hue of remorse and anguish etched across his face. It's as if the weight of your disappointment is physically unbearable for him to bear. "How do we move forwards?" Your inquiry is heartfelt, a plea born from uncertainty. Every fiber of your being yearns to seek solace in his embrace, those strong arms that have held you through countless nights, relinquishing control. Yet, a persistent ache at the back of your mind warns you; it reminds you that Azriel may not be different from those males who have caused you so much pain.

Azriel bites his lip, his voice tinged with earnestness. "It’s about rebuilding trust," he proposes.

"So, it all rests on me making a change?" Your words carry a hint of accusation.

"No," his tone deepens as he reaches out, clasping your arms, positioning himself directly in front of you. "No, I need to also prove to you that trust can be restored."

Tears well up in your eyes as you shake your head in turmoil. "I want to believe in us, Azriel. Truly, I do."

A flicker of hope lights up his features, uncertainty melting away as he realizes your genuine desire to bridge the gap between you both.

Tears welled in your eyes, "I wish I could stop all of this." Your confession falls from your lips in a soft pained whisper. The weight of the world presses down harder on you, and you wish for nothing more than to make it all stop.

Azriel’s hand moves hesitantly, cupping your chin and lifting your gaze to meet his. In his eyes, there is hope, light, and certainty that feels intoxicating, but you can’t help but worry if you can ever feel the same.

"If I could take it all away for you, I would," he whispered, his voice laced with determination. "I would drain oceans for you, fight dragons and demons, even slay the Mother herself if it meant making things better for you."

You smile lightly at his declaration, a small laugh escaping your lips. Azriel’s own smile grows wider as he leans closer to you. "I would tear mountains from the ground and burn the deserts," he continued.

"Oh, would you?" You question, a single tear slipping down your face.

"The things I would do for you would land me in a dank dark dungeon somewhere," he admits, a hint of humor in his voice. "But for you, it would be worth it."

"To suffer me?" You ask with a shaky voice.

"I will suffer you day after day," he responds without hesitation. His forehead presses against yours as you giggle lightly. Azriel’s lips tug into a smile revealing his teeth before it falters, his eyes shutting. "I'm so sorry, Y/N."

You hesitate for a moment before wrapping your arms around his neck. "I know," you say softly

Azriel's hands moved down to your hips, gently grasping them as his fingers brushed against your exposed skin.

The kitchen was dimly lit, but the warmth radiating from Azriel's embrace made you feel safe and calm. Though a nagging feeling of distrust lingered in the back of your mind, it was drowned out by the sound of his steady heartbeat and his intoxicating scent. You found yourself leaning into him, savoring this moment of peace together.

Azriel opened his eyes and smiled at you, causing your heart to skip a beat. His hands remained on your hips as you leaned back against the cabinet, your legs swinging off the edge next to him.

But then Azriel spoke up, breaking the silence. "I do have one thing to ask," he said, his voice laced with humor.

You raised an eyebrow in response. "You really think you're in any position to make requests?" you teased.

Azriel shook his head and chuckled. "No, not like that. Just a clarification," he clarified.

Curiosity piqued, you turned to fully face him, waiting for him to continue.

His hazel eyes met yours as he spoke the words that made your heart stop. "You said you were falling in love with me."

Your eyes widened in surprise, but quickly masked your reaction. "No I didn't," you denied, shaking your head even though deep down you knew it was true. You remembered that moment when you had accidentally let slip that small secret of yours.

Azriel only looked at you with a knowing expression. "Pretty sure you did. When you were yelling at me...you said it."

Biting down on your lip with trepidation, you carefully weighed his words. "Can we just pretend it was a heated mistake?" you asked, trying to shrug off the gravity of his implications.

But Azriel's tone turned serious as he spoke again. "Listen, Y/N," he said, his voice grave. "If you didn't mean it, if it was just a slip of the tongue, then I'll understand." His intense gaze locked onto yours, his expression unreadable. "But I need to know...do you truly mean it?"

Your heart pounded in your chest as you searched for any hint of deceit in his captivating hazel eyes. But all you found was a deep desire and longing that threatened to consume you whole. He seemed to be begging for an answer, but which one did he want?

Summoning your courage, you made a decision. "No more hiding," you whispered, leaning closer to him.

He nodded in understanding.

With adrenaline coursing through your veins, you spoke the words that had been weighing heavily on your heart.

"Azriel," you paused, feeling his heart stop beating at the sound of his name, "I am falling deeply in love with you."

Azriel's breath hitched at your confession. For a moment, time seemed to stand still around both of you as the only sound was the pounding of his heart in his chest. His eyes widened in disbelief, a glimmer of hope sparking within them as he studied your face for any signs of falsity.

"I..." Azriel struggled to find the words, overcome with emotion. He reached out and gently cupped your face in his hands, his touch featherlight. "I never dared to dream that you could feel the same way."

His words hung in the air, a fragile moment suspended in time as you both stood on the brink of something new and uncharted. The weight of your shared confessions resonated off the walls of the kitchen, entwining your fates in ways you never thought possible. Azriel's touch was both tender and intense, threatening to consume you with its passion.

As you looked into his eyes, you saw a reflection of your own vulnerabilities staring back at you. The walls around your heart trembled under his penetrating gaze, daring you to open up completely. In that moment, you made a choice - to trust not only him but also yourself.

Taking a deep breath, you steadied your nerves before meeting his unwavering gaze head-on. "I do," you whispered, your voice barely audible. "I mean it, Azriel. I love you."

Azriel's eyes shimmered with unshed tears, his grip on your face tightening ever so slightly as he processed your words. The weight of the moment hung heavy in the air, the tension crackling between you both like electricity. Emotions swirled around you in a tumultuous storm, threatening to drown you in their intensity.

A moment passed in silence before a slow, disbelieving smile spread across Azriel's lips, illuminating his features with a radiant joy that took your breath away. Without a word, he pulled you into a tight embrace, holding you as if he never wanted to let go. The world around you faded into insignificance, leaving only the two of you wrapped up in each other's arms.

"I love you too," Azriel whispered against your hair, his voice raw with emotion. "More than anything in this world and the next.”

Sitting in the warm, cozy kitchen you shared, wrapped in each other's arms, you were enveloped in a sweet and intoxicating scent that seemed to emanate from the intertwining of your bodies. As you breathed in sync with each other, it felt as if the pieces of yourself that had been scattered were slowly coming back together, drawn by a magnetic force. You could hear his steady heartbeat, but also feel the rapid beat against your chest as his hands adjusted and gripped onto you, as if trying to hold onto your very soul. In response, you found yourself clinging onto him even tighter, your legs wrapping around him for a more intimate embrace. Gazing up at him through misty eyes, you noticed tears staining his tanned cheeks. "I'm still pissed at you, you know that right?" You said with a hint of playfulness in your voice.

Azriel let out a soft laugh, sniffing lightly as tears still clung to his lashes. "As long as you say you love me, you can be pissed at me until you're red in the face."

"Well," you teased, trailing a finger up his back towards his wings, "I think perhaps it's time you started making things up to me."

He shuddered slightly as your finger traced around the base of his wing, his eyes rolling back in pleasure as he let out a soft moan from his pink lips. "Anything," he whispered breathlessly, "for you, anything."

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venusgirltarot · 1 year

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What Would An Album About You Sound Like?

Disclaimer: This reading is for entertainment purposes only. Tarot readings are about possibilities based on your current energy. Energy is forever changing and nothing is set in stone. Always remember, you have your own free will to make whatever decision you feel is best.

Close your eyes, take a deep breath, envision the person you are thinking of and then choose the pile(s) you feel most drawn to.

Pile One

Ahhh okay this is so cute. Im going to try to explain this as best as I can, Pile 1. So this seems like a concept album. The idea of the album (not the sound but idea ya know) reminds me of “Melodrama” by Lorde. I’ll leave a quote here for a better description but it’s like a concept album about a single night

“Melodrama is described as a loose concept album that explores the theme of solitude, in the framework of a single house party with the events and moods that entail it”

The album about you is similar in the sense that it’s a “loose concept album” but it’s about the writer seeing you. It’s like you’re at this party that the songwriter is also at and they’re obsessed from the moment they lay eyes on you. You’re like this beautiful unobtainable being to them and they want to get to know you so bad but they just can’t seem to talk to you. This could also progress to a one night stand that never progresses to more because of a lack of communication to this album is going through the writer meeting you and watching you throughout the night and then goes into their regrets and what they wish they would have said to you the next day, if that makes sense.

They see you at a party and think you’re so beautiful but can’t seem to find the words to tell you that. I keep hearing “I like the way my bedsheets look on your body” from “hello!” By role model. (I believe that’s the right song but lmk if it’s wrong so I can fix it!) and I keep being reminded of this musician on TikTok “Chappell Roan” and their song “Red Wine Supernova” I think that’s similar to what this album would sound like and it also fits the aesthetic. I highly recommend you listen to this song because it fits your album so perfectly. I tried to find a lyric that resonates the best to include but they all work so well that I couldn’t choose.

Despite this entire album being about only you and just one night leading into the next morning, it’s still so diverse (I hope that makes sense) like you’d think there’s only so many songs you could write about a 12ish hour time frame and one person but this writer has endless things to say about you and the night you met them. I could see one song having a feature and it’s later in the album somewhere between tracks 7-12 or so. The aesthetic of the album is very neon lights, the dance floor on prom night after everything has died down and people are starting to go home, slow, melodramatic and just really pretty. Again, I highly recommend you check out “Red Wine Supernova” because it fits so well.

Track list:

1. Pretty

2. Blooming

3. missing you

4. Shinning Eyes

5. Dying Slow

6. Party Streamers

7. Old Fashioned (Feat. Another Artist)

8. Starlight

9. Nova’s Surprise

10. Sunset

11. morning after

12. You

Pile Two

Pile two, your album sounds like one written by Hozier, Noah Kahan or The Lumineers. It reminds me a lot of “Angela” by The Lumineers. Specifically the lyric “Angela, spent your whole life running away” and “vacancy, hotel room, lost in me, lost in you” it also reminds me of Ethel Cain in the sense that it’s a concept album about running away and starting a new life (but not as dark as ethel’s and with a much better outcome than she got. I heard “success story” it’s about leaving behind a difficult past and moving forward. There’s hope for the future in these songs, remembrance of the past and healing trauma. It’s a beautiful album with a good balance of different emotions. I could see this album coming with a short film or a series of music videos that piece together to tell a store. Similar to “III” by the Lumineers.

I keep hearing a few snippets from the deluxe version of “Stick Season” (that will be out June 9th 👀) like “Medicate meditate swear your soul to Jesus / Throw a punch fall in love give yourself a reason” or “we ain’t angry at you love, you’re the greatest thing we’ve lost” it’s such a beautiful album with so much soul and emotion.

I could see this album getting an acoustic live version that artists do sometimes like “Album, live from Wherever” you know? This album has very unique and catchy lyrics that stick with people, the type of lyrics people take and sell on things in their Etsy shop or use as a quote in their yearbook or put in their instagram bio. It almost feels like poetry. I also heard “escapism” this is the type of music that paints a picture and takes you somewhere else. This album will kind of chronologically tell a story about you moving forward and healing from trauma and finding a peaceful ending. Ending with a song like “Angelia”

Track list

1. movement

2. Adelaide’s Interlude

3. mother

4. farmhouse

5. leave me behind

6. baby blue

7. mustang

8. you’re gonna go far

9. more than this

10. peace

11. at your own pace

12. growing pains

13. at last

Pile Three

I feel like this album has a soft rock sort of sound? Like hozier with a rockier edge if that makes sense? It reminds me of the way hozier sings about love. He sings about a very deep and impactful love and his writing his like poetry and I think that’s what an album about you would sound like. I think this album could be about the writer/musician fighting feelings for you because they’re focused on career or are just concerned about the outcome of the relationship. They might have a fear of falling or something.

However, the last card I pulled was the 10 of cups so the outcome is very good. I feel like this album is coming from a reflective place like this is after yourself and your spouse have settled down and had kids or pets or whatever you would like and your partner is looking back at your relationship from the very beginning up until now and writing about it.

I keep hearing “I’m in love with an emo girl” I don’t think this is what the album will sound like but maybe that’s your aesthetic/vibe? This might just be conformation for you. I also keep hearing that Shania Twain song “you’re still the one” this is the kind of album that fans would dissect like narrow down the time you met your person and talk about every lyric and how that lyric relates to you and your relationship etc. this album talks about how devoted and in love with you your person is but also talks about the (I heard “trials and tribulations”) it took for you two to get there so it may include religious reference. Like religion by Lana Del Rey or Don’t Blame Me by Taylor Swift where there’s this slight aspect of religion/devotion to your partner.

You hear a lot about how you have to actively choose your partner everyday to make a long term relationship work and this album would definitely delve into that a little. It could also be produced by you and your partner’s mutual friends or people who have been there since the beginning or very early in in your relationship. I think this would be a longer album and there’s definitely 18+ songs on there 👀

Track list

1. October

2. Cosmic

3. Full Moon

4. Bourbon Street

5. She’s All Over Me

6. Starla

7. The Empress

8. Diamond Eyes

9. Find More of Me

10. Dreamscape

11. Escapades

12. Midnight

13. You’re All I Need

14. Mirror

15. Apartment 32

16. Deep End

17. Eternity

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darkwood-sleddog · 4 months

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AVENUES FOR CONTACTING REGARDING THE NEW CDC DOG IMPORTATION RULING

The CDC recently released their newly revised rules applying to all dogs wishing to enter the United States. This includes stricter paperwork and veterinary record requirements within a certain timeframe, implantation of a specific type of microchip PRIOR to rabies vaccination and a hardline restriction on any dog younger than six months. You can view all the new requirements HERE.

It is my belief that several aspects of the new ruling require additional review and nuance that is not being taken, specifically the 6 month of age rule which in my opinion is over regulatory as dogs can be fully inoculated against rabies at four months of age.

The new ruling makes very little if any distinction of dogs coming from high risk rabies countries and dogs coming from no/low risk rabies countries. The reasoning outlined in the ruling is to "streamline" the process of importation by making the requirements the same across all areas of import. This is unreasonable to countries that have no rabies present as they pose no risk.

Additionally, these rules do not take into account the shared land borders between the United States, Canada and Mexico and treats Canada and Mexico like other foreign bodies which is unreasonable. People living in border areas often cross between the US and Canada/Mexico on a frequent basis. There is no fencing at the Canadian border and wildlife of any health status can cross freely on both the northern and southern border. There are also border towns and enclaves that have an increased frequency of border crossings for daily life that need to be taken into account in regards to the paperwork requirements.

And Finally, I take big issue with the fact the ruling and reasonings behind several of the restrictions addressing the concerns of hobbyist and ethical dog breeders regarding the restriction on age of import will put on genetic diversity of dog breeds. Many breeders would rather place a puppy in an equally good home in a country where the puppy can be home at the critical young age than hold on to a dog for months. This will also prevent sport dog, service dog, and working dog puppies from being properly socialized into their future roles. Not only does the CDC make no exception for service dogs, dogs of military families, or any dog in this instance, but they addressed hobbyist and preservation breeder's concerns by stating that the USDA already has rules limited dog imports to 6 months of age for commercial breeding. Note that commercial breeding and what requires a USDA license is very specifically outlined by the USDA which does make exceptions for hobbyist breeding. The CDC ruling talks about commercial and hobbyist breeding as the same thing, referring specifically to the USDA even though the USDA themselves make specific distinctions. The CDC ruling equates hobby breeding with commercial breeding directly, with no acknowledgment that even if they were the same the puppy can be and is often most often already purchased and legally owned by the client/new owner so breeder requirements would no longer be applicable.

There are many other individual concerns. These are just my top concerns.

What can you do?

HERE is a change.org petition by Jaye Foucher that outlines similar concerns that I share as well as ones more specific to sled dog teams traveling and those that frequently do business in Alaska.

CONTACT the CDC directly and voice any concerns you have.

Contact your REPRESENTATIVES and SENATORS, especially if you live in a border state. Phone OR email would be fine. I personally prefer email as it provides a written record of the communication. While the CDC is not full of elected officials, the Senate and House recently passed an Agriculture bill titled "The Healthy Dog Importation Act" where many of the new restrictions are echoed and reiterated on a legislative level.

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leavemeslowly · 5 months

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Autobiography of Red

Pairing: Eddie Horniman x Susie Glass

Wordcount: 1,597

Warnings: Explicit, +18, Smut, Masturbation, Emotionally Repressed, Sad Ending, Crying, Possessiveness, Dirty Talk, Did I mention it is sad?

Summary: "I will never know how you see red and you will never know how I see it."* The London Eye stood still at this ungodly hour. Susie was alone in her apartment but hoped she wasn't.

Susie was not an early bird, but she was forced to become one. She would rather nap for a bit longer. Today, she briefly closed her eyes to say goodbye to her nighttime sleep. The last moment of peace was not given because her mind unhelpfully supplied the daily schedule. It included lengthy dealings on the farm at Halstead Manor. They also included a particular ex-military, aristocratic soldier. The thirteenth Duke of Halstead.

She buried herself deeper under the sheets and remembered how they danced in the living room of the manor. The lingering touches, subtle glances and drinking more and more just to loosen up and not bother with the consequences of all the exchanged gestures.

The next day, Eddie asked her what she was still doing there as if he had not led her to a bedroom on the first floor and had not helped her out of her shoes. She remembered the kiss left on her forehead. Remembered how his fingers slipped down her bare arm sticking out from under the sheets.

Susie was on the edge of asking him to stay, rest his head on the other pillow, and embrace her body, before she completely forget what it means to be close to another person. But, she shut her mouth tightly. Her eyes closed and she heard doors closed behind Eddie.

It was time for daydreams to end. Susie stared for a moment at the London Eye, which stood still at this ungodly hour.

Later, she bit her lip, walking in front of her vast closet, and trying to decide what to wear. She thought about a nice three-piece suit in deep navy. On some days, she just needed an extra boost of confidence to cover up her uncertainty and doubts.

The clothes had to speak for her, wordlessly explaining that Susie was qualified to do what she did and that she was an authority in her own right without her dad having the last word. She is not a blind follower of his rules, but she is their maker, too. Susie is writing them in wet ink, and whoever disobeys her ends up with her pen sticking out of his eye.

She smirked, picturing her future enemies punished through that unconventional method. There is always space to refine one's game.

Nevertheless, she moved her sight to the other part of her closet, where various shirts were hung. She has not worn silk for a while now. Her collection was too diverse to let it lie unused.

She took a moment longer to consider her options and switched to choosing a lingerie set. Of course, today, there was no need to fuss with anything too frivolous. One of the white drawers hid her plain but comfortable bras, which she would wear on a daily basis.

A plain Skims set would do the work, but once she had it on, she felt too casual, so mediocre that her skin started to itch as if it wanted to be peeled off. The set blended with her pale skin tone and made her smoother, almost perfect. Only freckles splattered on her legs and arms betrayed an extra layer of material on her body.

Her resourcefulness, more often than not, was a hindrance to fulfilling her own needs.

Susie turned back to the drawers and opened another one. The contests of it, their textures, colours, and variety of patterns differed diametrically. She gently slid her fingers through them and stopped on the dark burgundy set.

Her mind drifted to the day they stole a green Lamborghini, and it almost backfired spectacularly. She also remembered what she wore on that day, a red suit with a belt tightly wrapped around her waist. A few buttons of the shirt were left open to counterbalance the heavy material. Her black hair was falling in curls down her arms. That was one of her most successful outfits to date, but she would never suspect another impact it had.

Eddie had never stared at her this intensely, this darkly. She felt his eyes on her, but he was not persistent in confirming their decision or agreeing on something. On that day, he was sliding his gaze down her arms, cleavage, and thighs. How could he think she did not feel it?

A thrill of excitement ran down her spine whenever she caught him looking everywhere but not directly into her eyes. She was not intimidated, but her light complexion blushed prominently under her makeup. He might be obvious, but she did not have to be.

She took the burgundy set out of the drawer. She slipped out of boring Skims and slowly, savouring this moment, put on thin, heavily laced panties. Then she fastened her balcony bra behind the back and finally clipped the garter belt in its place. Her light skin was picking through meshed insertions. Standing in front of the mirror, Susie slowly, almost teasingly, dragged her hands down to be sure that everything was smoothed out and in place.

She imagined what Eddie's face would look like now. She would mock him: 'How do you like me now? Am I good enough?'

He would not be embarrassed or lost but rather intrigued, silently watching her while leaning back against the doorframe. Susie would present for him, put her hands behind her neck and raise her hair to uncover more of a scandalously white skin. She was anxious to imagine his voice, so he would still be gazing at her reflection in the mirror.

'Come closer, Eddie. Don't be a stranger.'

He would move only with her permission. Before stopping right behind her, he would shed his black jacket and drop it off on the sofa in the middle of the closet. Eddie would gently grab her arms and put them down. His fingers would dig into her arms as if he was ensuring she was real, all his to touch and hold.

'Susan, darling' His deep and rough voice whispered straight to her ear would make her legs tremble, so he had to ground her and embrace her unsteady body. `Do you want me to watch you?'

Susie would shut her eyes, suddenly embarrassed by his hands roaming down her tight stomach.

'Yes, Eddie, if you like it.’ She whispered shyly.

His response was a pained groan and his hands squeezing her ass under the lace. Susie would moan loudly responding to his possessive marking of her body.

`I fucking love it, baby. Show me that you love it, too. I know you want to.' She nodded and rested the back of her head on his chest while her manicured nails skimmed down her stomach and under the lace of her panties. `Tell me how it feels, love. I need to know if you feel good.'

Susie would be pulsing and hot, sweat forming on her hairline. She would open her lips and breathe out shakily, letting out the faintest cries of pleasure. His arms would make her hotter and deliciously restrain her movements. Still, his posture would support her like a wall she could rest against when her body was slipping out of her control.

`Open your eyes, Susie.'

On his request, they snapped wide open. He was there, right behind Susie, with one hand delicately cupping her breast. It felt so right that Susie wanted to cry. Her cheeks were bright red, and her lips were swollen from biting into them. Eddie's dark eyes bore into her while she was slowly touching herself.

`Let me help you, please, allow me.'

He did not wait for her permission this time. His large hand slid under hers and she whined as if it was what she craved all along. Susie's nails would dig into his forearm, feeling his increasing movements, his hardness digging into her back and fingers of his other hand sliding into her mouth. She licked around them, promising him the things she intended to do. She felt that for her it was just a matter of a few more flicks of his fingers.

`Let go for me, Susie.' He was mumbling into her neck now, lips lightly brushing against it. Her reflection in the mirror was dishevelled, her hips bucking into his touch. `Next time, we will do it against this mirror. With London behind our backs. With your tits pressed to the mirror and your lipstick spread across it.'

Susie nodded, hearing these words. They were vulgar and tempting, and she knew they could not be real. Those were her darkest, deepest fantasies. Eddie's black eyes were staring at her now, and she was on the edge of falling.

`Then, I will do what you want me to. In your bed, I will take care of you, Susie. We will fuck nice and slow. You will fall in love with me and maybe not feel so lonely and pathetic.'

Susie rapidly turned her back to the mirror and fell on the floor. She remained there for several minutes, shaking and breathing hard. Tears were burning her eyes, but Susie could not let them fall. She will not let her stupid dreams and fantasies ruin her picture-perfect image.

Finally, when she calmed down, she raised her head. Just as before, the London Eye was standing still.

Susie stood up and changed into Skims. Then, she put on the first clothes she found in her wardrobe.

On her way out, Susie threw the burgundy set into the bin.

*Quote by Anne Carson. The title is also taken from one of her books.

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seahagart · 8 months

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just wanted to say as a bigger lady myself it's really heartening to see bodies like drifa's in art!

Hell yes!!! 2024 is the year of the big baddie (all years past and future are also the year of the big baddie) I am a big lady, and not seeing any large, fat, plus size, chubby, full figured women, whoever you wanna say it, was kinda sad… not kinda, just very sad….

SO I DID IT MY DAMN SELF!!!

Drífa is fat and very proud of that fact, she’s worked hard and her figure suits her every need, she’s very desirable, and is desired.

Thank you so much for enjoying her, ily, I’m going to keep making art of big baddies so stick around!

Maybe I’ll design some more diverse body type tavs???? 👀👀👀

#thank you for the ask btw!!!#bg3

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runwayrunway · 1 year

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No. 52 - Alaska Airlines Xáat Kwáani and Salmon-Thirty-Salmon Liveries

Did you think I was done with Alaska Airlines?

No, this is actually my last post about them for now (though, mark my words, you will be seeing a post about the Gold Nugget Jet in the not-too-distant future - I just feel like we need a break from nothing but consecutive posts about the same airline, and I have other things I want to cover). But it's something that's both requested and which I've wanted to talk about for some time.

In my last post I discussed the identity of the man on the Alaska Airlines tailfin. It wasn't a major part of the story, only taking up a small piece, but I did touch on how ChatGPT apparently will lie when asked about the background of the livery. Not only does it falsely attribute the livery to Fred Kabotie, who I'm sure had more important things to do, but it also falsely claims Fred Kabotie, who was Hopi, to be Tlingit. As it turns out, though, Alaska Airlines does have a livery designed by a Tlingit artist.

image: Brandon Farris

Crystal Kaakeeyáa Rose Demientieff Worl is a Tlingit artist known for large public artwork which heavily incorporates indigenous artistic traditions and visual motifs across many mediums. Some of her previous work includes large-scale murals in Alaska and throughout the world and guardrail panels at Juneau International Airport. She feels like the most natural choice possible to design an airliner livery, given the scale and diverse canvases she works with, and in May of this year the airplane you can see looming behind her was unveiled in a brand new livery that I, and a lot of other people, immediately fell in love with.

It's safe to say that this is one of the most ambitious and unique special liveries out there. Xáat Kwáani (which means 'salmon people' in Tlingit) is a beautiful and one-of-a-kind take on the often-noticed resemblance airplanes have to fish.

Salmon fishing is huge in Alaska, both now and historically. Today fishing is a major part of the Alaskan economy and something many people making a living off, but historically they were even more directly responsible for making the difference between life and death for those who lived beside them. A major source of food, they were literally life-bringing to indigenous societies, necessary to survival. Humans and salmon were part of the same ecosystem.

Independent of this fact, airplanes seem to lend themselves to comparisons to sea creatures. They may be called 'birds', but time and time again other people confirm that I'm not just imagining it, they do distinctly look like cetaceans and fish. Very early on in this blog the fact that 747s look like Humphead Wrasse was discussed. Amakusa Airlines, Japan Transocean Air, and Southwest Airlines have all leaned into this fish resemblance, and I'm sure over time my sea creature plane tag will continue to grow. This genre of livery will never cease to delight me.

I think it's fairly predictable that I always loved N559AS, the brilliantly named salmon-thirty-salmon plane. I was devastated when I learned that the livery was going to be removed. I mean...just look at her.

The salmon-thirty-salmon was a very unconventional take on the fish-plane, using a much more realistic drawing than any other attempt. It doesn't even try to transform the plane itself into the fish, which I think is potentially a smart way of accepting the limits of doing so. Instead, it fully displays the honestly hilarious and adorable face that salmon have while providing a nice canvas, a bit of water for the salmon to be carried on. At the same time it incorporates thoughtful details like the scales on the interior winglets, and the way the salmon's body is aligned with the empennage and nose feels very precisely done. It can create a somewhat uncanny doubling effect from a few angles, but by no means is it enough to rob the livery of its charm or elegance.

The salmon-thirty-salmon gets an A.

I've lived near the ocean my whole life. I love fish. I loved this plane. I was heartbroken when I learned the livery was going to serve its final milk run before rolling into the hangar for the very last time, coming out repainted and lost forever. It's always a bitter pill to swallow when airlines retire special liveries, particularly when it involves the plane being repainted into the standard colors. A lot of other people were sad to see this design go too.

What we didn't know was that this was not the end of the salmon-thirty-salmon. She was not lost, but transformed. When she emerged from the hangar again she was not wearing Alaska Airlines' default colors but something even more eye-catching, a livery honoring the same fish but with extra layers of meaning added by means of an intricate and beautiful new design.

Costs, materials, and man-hours used to paint an airplane vary dramatically from case to case, livery to livery, model to model, airline to airline. The numbers in my description are somewhat conservative estimates used for comedic value. Alaska Airlines actually gave some numbers for Xáat Kwáani - twelve days, 117 gallons of paint. The colors used are Midnight Blue and Atlas Blue for the background, White for the fish themselves, and Pink for highlights, and a clear coat has been applied over the top in order to preserve the livery. Alaska Airlines has every intention of keeping it intact for as long as possible.

The use of colors is beautiful. The waves of darker and lighter blue keep it from ever looking too light or too dark, adjusting to the lighting in order to always remain saturated and vivid, and the irregular wave pattern keeps any part of the livery from looking static. The use of the pink as a highlight is sparing but effective. The white, though, is what makes this livery so fantastic. A central tenet of this blog is a disdain for the dominant trend of livery design in recent history, Eurowhite - that of an almost entirely white fuselage. And there is a legitimate sense of general derision for white, but it can be so powerful as a design feature. There is no contrast more powerful than a stark and complete absence, a space carved out fully from the world and color around it. It is the color of bone and snow.

The balance of each color is just perfect, the blue never overpowering the white, the white never fully blocking out the blue, the pink subtly adding depth throughout, and the shapes of the salmon are placed perfectly, not feeling cramped or confined. They are free to wander the fuselage and they have an amazing sense of movement to them, as if caught mid-leap. I've seen salmon swimming upstream to spawn, and they are so startlingly large and vivacious. The fish on this plane, though stylized, perfectly capture the way that these fish look in motion.

Formline is a style of art historically created by indigenous peoples of the Pacific Northwest coast of North America. It was a common and versatile visual element, present in everything from painting to carving to weaving. It is defined by its use of continuous, curving lines which may change in angle, width, and direction but do not terminate. Though it was diminished in quantity by suppression of indigenous culture by US and Canadian settlers it never went away, and from the second half of the 20th century onwards it has been surging back as more and more indigenous artists are able to produce and display their work. Worl has worked with formline many times before. She is quoted as saying:

Every time I looked at an Alaska plane, I couldn’t help but visualize the salmon being in formline [...] I can’t help but look at things and see how to Indigenize them.

And the idea has now come to life in this absolutely unforgettable livery. I wish I was within the range of the 737-800 from Alaska Airlines' hubs so that Xáat Kwáani could pay a visit to my home airport, because this is among the most beautiful planes in the world right now. And beyond just nice colors and pleasing shapes it represents something important - indigenous artists being given a 40-meter-long flying platform on which to honor fish which have provided countless centuries of life to the people who live beside them.

Worl's work is above and beyond what I would have ever expected for a custom airplane livery. Even the 'Alaska' wordmark is neatly incorporated into the formline, blending into the background to the point it's hard to notice in a good way.

Most liveries are designed by graphic designers and branding firms. Landor Associates design liveries and logo, but they aren't building monuments or putting their work in galleries. I don't mean to diminish their work - obviously I'm passionate about it, I have a blog about it - but it's just fundamentally different from what Worl does. It has different priorities, a different philosophy, and a different level of personal investment.

From my perspective Xáat Kwáani feels less like branding material and more like a piece of artwork. This isn't something designed to go on letterhead, to be put in a press kit, to be widely reproduced. It's something to be looked at, thought about, and remembered. This is a mural that flies.

I mean...A+, obviously.

There is just about nothing else in the sky which has the same visual power as Xáat Kwáani. As far as I'm concerned, every gallon of paint was worth it to give us this flying tribute to the people and wildlife of the state Alaska Airlines takes its name from.

#tarmac fashion week #grade: a #grade: a+#alaska airlines #special liveries #aquairium

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We are made for each other ❤️ - Polin short

Colin knew he shouldn't be there. The whole castle seemed to be perfectly made for the sweetest girls who had ever touched the face of the earth, with walls adorned with leaves and flowers of the most diverse colors, ornaments of red roses along the corridors, and large velvety curtains in a shade of wine with details of gold threads, even the air seemed magical and scented like fairy tales. He knew he had a duty to his family and his people, and should wait until the time was right, but like a good Bridgerton, he couldn't help himself when he overheard his mother's conversation with the Seer of his city.

He had seen his future.

He had seen the bond, he had seen the one with whom fate had entwined his soul, long before he had thought of being born.

He had to wait. He should let their paths cross in the future as was right, but how could he? How could he let it be that way if he knew she was right there, in the same city, for such a short time and then would disappear until the moment was right? The moment when they were supposed to be swept away by something so strong that they could no longer be separated? Colin couldn't even imagine what that would be like, what drove his mother and father crazy, (and eventually to 8 children) He couldn't imagine how it was possible to fall in love like that, even if fate had chosen it that way, even if they were so alike and so different at the same time as to complete each other, there was no guarantee that such a rare union would also result in deep love, how would he know? How would he know if he really loved someone or just his soul finding its match, who would perpetuate generations and generations of incredibly strong and indestructible offspring with him? How had they, among so many others, been blessed with something so profound?

He needed to see it, he needed to know it before anything else, before his flesh and hers matured into just a bunch of hormones and pheromones. While they were still free of adult concerns.

He asked his mother "innocently" if he could recognize his soul partner even now, so young.

"Oh, I'm pretty sure you could, you'd recognize her, maybe not in the same way as adult partners, but I think you'd know."

And now, here he was, in the middle of a young women's wing of a high society summer house looking for someone he didn't even know who she was or at least if he would recognize her. The idea of putting young girls together in order to bond in their youth made no sense to Colin, since when they grow up, half the girls' mothers will pit them against each other in order to get a good husband, or even steal another's partner, he could only think that this was only serving to get him confused looks, whispers and a few silly smiles from the girls who passed him by. He had to find her before they reported him for invading the women's ward.

He went down the stairs of the long corridor that led to a path that led to an open garden. The sun was warm and shone on a small pond built there. Girls were spreading out towels and picnicking in the shade of the trees, some smaller ones were running and playing under the gaze of the supervisors, whom Colin avoided more than anything. I wonder where she is? He thought, as he moved further away, the garden getting emptier and emptier. None of the girls he had seen so far had aroused his curiosity or a flea behind his ear. He sat down on a bench at a distance and watched, scanning the trees as he did so.

A chill took hold of his stomach and ran up his spine, shivering every hair on his body.

Under a slightly distant tree stood a little girl, alone.

Colin stood up, unable to believe it had worked. The girl had red hair, was wearing a flowery summer dress and had a book in her hands. He was sure it was her.

Standing a few steps away, he got a better look. She had blue eyes so clear that he thought he could swim in them like the waters of Irish rivers. She was certainly a few years younger than him. She had an angelic face and red curls, she was chubby and beautiful. Colin couldn't deny that he was enchanted, as if he had found a rare and delicate jewel that needed to be protected at all costs. If she hadn't been so focused on her reading, she might have been able to see him there, completely intrigued by her. Was he hoping to feel something? Something that said everything would be all right? That somehow they would be as happy as his parents had been?

Although he was older, Colin was still a child in immortal eyes, he was certainly thinking too much, it had been a bad idea to have gone there, now he understood why he had to give it time, that little girl still had a lot to discover about the world away from him, she would still conquer a lot before possibly winning his heart, he could see it in her eyes, she was clever, shrewd, she was destined for great things. And he, he still had a lot to live for, a lot to learn, he doesn't know what the future holds.

He was ready to leave, until the girl raised her head, looking into his eyes. Paralyzed, he saw deep into the blueness of her eyes. Somehow, they seemed to say that everything would work out.

#nicola coughlan #luke newton #polin fic #polin #polin bridgerton #colin x penelope #penelope x colin #penelope bridgerton #colin bridgerton #penelope featherington

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artsofmetamoor · 6 months

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Concepts for Caleb's armors ✨

In our main story Caleb starts working as tutor/trainer of the lads that are to be the future royal guard of the Queen. Elyon requested it because as the ex rebel leader he has direct experience and knowledge in combat and harsh warfare.

At this point Caleb is living with his beloved Dilla at her village, and he very much prefers to be around the Tribal Galhots, who he considers his new family and home, rather than to mess with Meridian's royal affairs. He still frequently visits the town to share drinks with his ex comrades and friends, but mingling with nobles was never his favorite activity. However, he decided to accept this job as a favor to his queen and friend, and also by Dilla's advice that it could be good for the continuous healing of his body and mind.

Since Caleb was in need of an armor for this task, the people of the village offered themselves to make it for him. Tribal Galhots' great talent for blacksmithing is very admired and sought after throughout Meridian and Metamoor, and most people rush to buy all the high quality jewelry, armor and more that they trade in towns. Caleb gratefully takes this offer as a great honor.

The style of blacksmithing of the Tribes is very diverse, picking up techniques and looks from their own culture, but also from various other cultures of Meridian. Among them of course is the medieval-like armor and weapons that even the Tribes wear themselves, and it's the usual style that is commissioned from people from towns such as Meridian, however Caleb for such a kind gift only requested that his amour was made in any way that the artists and blacksmiths of the village saw fit for him, which delighted them greatly! And thus the unique pieces were created.

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So me and @katerinaaqu were looking at these beautiful and so very interesting armor pieces from Bronze Age Greece. The shapes and looks are so unique, that we decided to take inspiration from them for the armor Caleb uses to train the lads of the royal guard in our story! We decided that it would be an interesting alternative concept from the medieval-like armors that are usually seen in high fantasy scenes.

Since in our story Caleb's armors were made as a gift from the Tribal Galhot people from the village where he is living with Dilla, I tried to take the references that Katerina has given me and translate them to the materials and styles that would be used in this scenario, in this case Iron, gold, furs and leather, and of course tusks and horns of animals to adorn the helmets (which was perfect since Mycenaean helmets and armors already fit so well).

Also a bit extra, but since we are checking out Iliad and the Odyssey, and our version of Caleb shares so much with the narrative of Odysseus, especially in his great journey and struggles, we realized that Caleb kind of almost became like the Odysseus of Meridian in Chronicles of Metamoor by accident 😆✨

#caleb #chronicles of metamoor #collab with katerinaaqu #meridian #metamoor #w.i.t.c.h.#w.i.t.c.h #my art

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optimisticstudentangel · 2 years

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Side characters’ reaction to you getting drunk

Warning: use of alcohol. no Luke.

Gender neutral reader

Summary: you are drunk. i wish i was too. May write second part, with drunk side characters

Diavolo

It was one of Diavolo’s never-ending parties. And as always it was a lively celebration that RAD hold. You thought about it a lot, but why exactly every social gathering in RAD has a demonus or some kind of alcohol? Isn’t it a little dangerous? Especially if it makes demons behave in more aggressive way…

But you don’t really have to be a worrywart. You’ve got bunch of demons, angels and a human, that were willing to save you if something happened.

Anyway… This time you were able to indulge in this kind of fun as well. Demonus doesn’t have any effect on a human, which is a little sad. But hearing your complaints about this problem, RAD’s student council members decided to get some beverage for you. Several bottles will surely be enough, right? And it is a special occasion too…

So you have a one glass… and then another… and then a little more… And now you are drunk. Oh to be so happy like you are right now. You are a giggling mess, but you are so funny like that.

Demons around you encourage you to have even more alcohol. They invite you to dance with them, to have a chat, to go some places, where no demon brothers will interrupt their fun.

And you laugh, you are going to agree to anything right now. Every offer will get an yes from you.

Luckily Lord Diavolo comes to rescue you. He sees their ulterior motifs and he is not letting anything bad happening to his human.

- MC, come join my company, - he says. And of course demons that were previously surrounding you, disappeared. You smile and go to Diavolo.

He took your hand and led you to his room. This state of yours was for his eyes only. No other soul can see you like that.

Some part of him found you adorable when you were under alcohol. You became more frank with your words and feelings.

- Diavolo, I loooove you sooo much, hehe. Give me your attention, will you? You are so busy with your work, it makes me sad and irritated, - you whine. Diavolo chuckles at your honest wording.

- Well now, now, my dearest. No need to get upset about it, right now we’ve got all the time to make it up to you, don’t we? Let’s spend the night to the most of it!

Barbatos

Lord Diavolo send him to the human world to buy good quality liquor. Future king liked to test-taste new things for diversity. And he also liked to share the experience with his friends.

Barbatos poured some alcohol on your glass, and offered you the snacks he made himself.

You sipped a little, and tried to hold yourself properly in front of everyone. You didn’t want to disappoint Barbatos, because he would scold you aftermath.

But even so, the fact that you drank a little didn't save your situation. The strength of the alcohol was too much for you to bare. Your body and your movements have become relaxed and slow. With a bleary eye, you started looking for the figure of Barbatos.

- Barbatooos, where are you? I need you right now, - some of the demons sitting next to you laughed a bit. Other nobles looked at you with judgement, and whispered about your poor manners.

Despite this, as soon as Barbatos appeared in your field of vision, everyone calmed down, and room became silent.

- Yes, darling. What it is? – he smiled at you with consolation.

You became a little needy, asking him for a kiss. Everyone including Lord Diavolo stopped eating, and focused all the attention on you two. You waited for Barbatos, he wouldn’t ignore your request, right?

He stood silently, and then shook his head and grinned.

- All right, if that’s what my darling asks for, then so be it, - the demons were looking at both of you, waiting for Barbatos' actions. They could not believe that a butler could afford such a thing in front of a large crowd.

He took your hand and left his kiss there. You certainly wanted a lot more, but do not forget that Barbatos is not going to arrange such a show in front of the friends of the future king.

- Don’t worry darling, we will continue a little later. Now I have to take care of other duties.

Solomon

The wizard invited you over. He wanted to share a present from his incubus friend with you. It would be nice to steal you from the brothers for one night, wouldn’t it?

So you came, and both of you decided to just chill and have a calm night.

He asked you about the latest news, about how Lucifer was doing, and you told him about everything that happened recently.

He poured liquid into your glass and you quickly emptied it. Which one is it? Were you counting? Your cheeks were becoming red and your mind was as empty as your glass.

- Hehehe. Is alcohol started kicking in? We should have made a bet, for how long we can stay collected. But alas I poured most of the beverage to you. Ahahah, it’s not bad though, seeing you tipsy is an interesting sight…

- Whaa… - didn’t you notice that he didn’t drink any of the liquor?

- I know it may seem a little suspicious to you, but don’t be afraid, there is nothing bad. Only my magic… But isn't it fun? We now have more opportunity to extend our enjoyment.

- What was in there? – you asked.

- It’s a secret, at least for now… you will know later~

Simeon

Your angel invited you to a bar so that you could forget about your duties for a while. You both dressed up in your presentable clothes. Simeon booked a table in advance, so you just sat down on your reserved seat.

Calm music was played, demons cooed with each other, so, to say the least, there was a stormy life around you.

The waiter came to give you a menu and started offering you something that you might have liked.

- We'll have a bottle of wine for now, please, - Simeon said. “My love don’t rush with your choice, we have a plenty of time on our hands” – angel said.

The waiter brought you your wine and you decided to drink a little. After a couple of glasses, you felt how confident you were becoming. It would be stupid to just sit still, at such moments it is necessary to create chaos and problems for others.

That's why you asked Simeon to come out and dance with you. He liked the idea, he's always for having fun with you.

The angel took your hand and placed it on his shoulders, meanwhile his hands were on your waist. You moved to the rhythm of the song, dancing slowly and mesmerizing other demons who were looking at your side.

Because of the alcohol, you were staggering, so you had to hold on to your partner more tightly. He noticed it and grinned.

- Did my little lamb had too much? Hahah, you look so cute right now, I can’t hold myself from kissing you, - he admitted.

He pressed your body closer to his so that you could use him as your support.

- Can’t wait to until the evening when we will be alone. So that I could shower your body with my kisses.

#obey me #obey me scenario #obey me side characters #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #diavolo x reader #barbatos x reader #simeon x reader #solomon x reader #simeon cult

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a-court-of-fics-and-errors · 3 months

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Keep Moving Forwards, Part 41

Azriel x Reader Fic

Find other parts here: Master List

To follow this fic, follow tag "Keep Moving Forwards Fic" or comment to be tagged in future parts.

Word Count: 2.4K

Please continue reading, being aware of the above content warnings, ensuring you are in a healthy headspace. Give yourself time to process and be gentle with yourself.

As the cold grip of winter finally released its hold on Velaris, the city bloomed with vibrant colors and new life. Two months had passed by in a blur for you, filled with countless projects and community growth initiatives. Your first group home for struggling parents and their children had officially opened, and it was met with resounding success. The pride that shone from Azriel's eyes as he stood by your side at the grand opening was palpable.

Working closely with Titania, you continued to build relationships between yourself and other pleasure makers who were hesitant to come out of the shadows and seek help. You delved deeper into the underbelly of Velaris, learning about the social pressure that kept pleasure houses sequestered in the darker parts of the city. Even healers refused to see them, dismissing them as unworthy patients. But with your determination and aid, a low-income health clinic was established within one of the homes you built. It became a vital resource for pleasure makers to receive personal healthcare and get their children checked up during their early years.

Everything was thriving - your projects, your community, and most importantly, yourself. Your mate remained quiet as always, but you felt content in your life. Though you still avoided large court events out of fear of seeing Philip, whom you refused to acknowledge as your father, you continued to hold meetings with High Lords to build their own resilience within their territories.

As Nesta's pregnancy progressed, her body swelled with the changes. She was plagued by early pregnancy symptoms: every part of her seemed to be inflamed, she couldn't even fathom the thought of food without feeling nauseous, and she was constantly exhausted. But despite all of this, there was a newfound brightness and happiness emanating from her. Her skin glowed with a radiance, her hair shone like spun silk, and her mood had improved greatly. In the midst of all this, you made it a point to set aside one day each week to spend the entire day with her. Cassian, on the other hand, pleaded with her to stop training with the Valkyries. This led to a heated argument that resulted in Cassian sleeping on the couch of the townhouse. However, as Nesta's baby bump grew more prominent and her usual training leathers no longer fit comfortably, not to mention the rising temperatures in the training ring, she began spending more time sitting on the sidelines and helping young females with their centering and breathing techniques.

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Nesta stood next to you, her shoulders slumped in frustration as she stared at the wall. It was split down the middle, with two shades of green that were barely distinguishable from each other. Her hands were planted firmly on her hips, her long fingers tapping impatiently as she sucked her lip between her teeth.

"So," you began, studying the two shades of green before you. "What did you need my opinion on?"

She gestured towards the wall, her index finger hovering between the two shades. "Which one?"

You glanced at her and then back at the wall, trying to discern the difference between the two shades. "Which color?"

Nesta let out a frustrated sigh, taking a step closer to the wall. With a flourish of her hand, she pointed to one side. "Sage green?" Her finger then slid over to the other side. "Or Brush green?"

You furrowed your own brow, trying to make a decision based on such subtle variations. Nesta's fuse was getting shorter by the second, and you knew your response needed to be quick. "I think the sage looks nice," you replied tentatively, mustering up a small smile.

Nesta stepped back to survey both shades again. "Are you sure?" she asked with doubt lacing her voice.

You nodded, but without much confidence behind it. Suddenly, the entire wall shifted and transformed into just one shade of green, thought if she asked you if the color was sage or brush you wouldn’t have been able to tell. Nesta looked back at you, running her tongue over her teeth as she considered the new look.

"You don't think it's too green?" she asked, eyes searching your face for an answer.

You struggled to form an answer. To be honest, green was just...green to you. The subtle differences in shades didn't seem all that significant in this moment. "I don't think so," you offered tentatively.

Nesta didn't even spare you a glance as she considered your words. Your opinion held little weight in her mind, and you were well aware of that fact. Her own opinions were firmly solidified and what she really needed was someone to validate them.

"I think I hate it," she declared, her decision final. "Let's try the cream again." And with that, the house washed over the wall once more, painting it a light cream color for Nesta to scrutinize once again.

With a sigh, you spun on your heel and made your way over to the rocking chair that Cassian and Azriel had spent the last two hours putting together. Despite their efforts, there were still some doubts in your mind about the stability of the chair, especially since Azriel had pointed out that they had initially put the legs on backwards and had to redo their work. And if that wasn't enough, you were pretty sure the armrests were also attached the wrong way. You kept this thought to yourself, knowing how hard they had worked on it.

Nesta took a few cautious steps back, her hand resting gently on her swollen stomach. She closed her eyes and let out a small moan, her fingers grazing over the soft knit of her cream-colored sweater. With her other hand, she rubbed her lower back in search of relief from the pain that typically lingered in her body now.

"I also like the cream color," you chimed in, pulling your legs up onto the rocker with you. You reached for a blanket that was sitting nearby, admiring the delicate embroidered flowers that adorned it. You knew it was Elain's handiwork - she always seemed to have a new hobby she was mastering. As you let your fingers trace over the pinks and greens of the design, you couldn't help but wonder if someday she would make an embroidered blanket for your own babe.

Nesta's frustrated groan snapped you out of your daydreaming as she turned towards you. "None of it looks right," she complained, gesturing towards the various swatches of fabric and paint samples scattered around the room. "The green clashes with everything, the cream is too plain, and there’s no way the blue works in this room." You weren't entirely sure what she meant by a color "working", but you nodded along in agreement nonetheless.

Her gaze drifted towards the wooden box sitting in the corner as she let out a loud grumbling groan, "Cassian was supposed to build the crib this morning before he left." You craned your neck to look at the large wooden crate adorned with a crudely drawn image of a crib.

"I can do it," you offered, turning back to Nesta who was now staring at the wall.

She waved a dismissive hand, "No, no," she insisted. "Cassian made a promise and I intend to hold him to it."

You couldn't help but smile and bite your lip to suppress a laugh. You knew that Cassian was in for a tongue-lashing when he returned home, but you suspected that he and Azriel were most likely hiding somewhere in the War Camps or deep in the woods. You remembered Cassian admitting to you at a family dinner once that he would rather be covered in mud and shit than face Nesta's wrath.

In a calmer, more soft voice, you offered, “It’s all going to look great, Nesta.”

Nesta's hands instinctively went to her belly, cradling it protectively. She let out a deep sigh before sitting down on a nearby wooden crate with a drawing of a changing table on it. Her face fell into her hands, her fingers tangling in her disheveled hair. You could see the exhaustion and stress etched on her face as you folded up the baby blanket and set it aside.

"Is it just about the nursery?" Your question hung in the air as Nesta turned away from you, staring at the paint-splattered ceiling. You folded up a soft blanket and placed it next to you on the side table, trying to catch Nesta's gaze.

But she seemed lost in her own thoughts, detached from reality. "I don't want to assume anything," you said softly, "but I need to know if this is really about paint colors or if there's something else bothering you."

Nesta's eyes remained fixed on the ceiling, the weight of her thoughts causing a heavy silence to fill the room. "I just want everything to go well," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

“Want what to go well?”

"I want this pregnancy to go well. I want our baby to be healthy. I want to be healthy." She placed a hand on her stomach and let out a bitter laugh. "I never cared about any of this before. Paint swatches, burp cloths. But now, it's all I can think about."

You had figured as much. As much as she tried to play it off as hormones and nesting, you and Nesta both knew that all of this stress was about something more, something deeper.

"It's going to be okay," you reassured her. "Your baby will be fine."

Nesta nodded, but you could tell she didn't truly believe it. Her eyes flickered down to her stomach, where her precious bundle was safely nestled. "I know," she said, but there was no conviction in her words.

"You're still nervous," I finished her sentence for her.

Immediately, Nesta shook her head, as if trying to deny it. But her shaky denial only confirmed my suspicions. Her lip trembled as she bit into it.

“Hey,” you offered her, “It’s okay to be scared.” You stood, walking over to her, your feet crinkling sheet on the floor Nesta had insisted Feyre lay down when she painted the closet door. You came to crouch in front of her, your hands taking her own as you tried to catch her downturned gaze. "No one expects you to have everything figured out right now."

Nesta’s grey eyes met yours and you could see the slight tears building on her lower lid.

"Do you want to talk about it?" You asked gently. "What's on your mind?"

After a moment of hesitation, Nesta sniffled and opened up. "I'm afraid of losing them," she admitted, tears now falling freely down her cheeks. "I'm afraid of what will happen after they're born. I'm afraid that I won't be a good mother, or even a decent one." You listened quietly as Nesta's fears poured out. Her doubts and insecurities about motherhood, about the baby, about herself. "I don't want them to hate me," she sobbed, clutching at her stomach. "And I'm scared that all are going to look at me and think I’m just like my mother."

You gave Nesta the space to mutter out her incoherent inner thoughts, all of them crashing out one after the other as she heaved out sob after sob. All you did was nod, hold her hand, and hold that space with her.

Eventually, she looked up at you with tear-stained eyes.

"That must be really hard," you said softly, squeezing her hand gently. "I wish I could take away your fears."

Nesta sniffled and chuckled. "Yeah, me too."

"Let me tell you something," you said firmly, holding her gaze. "You are going to be an amazing mother. And you know how I know that?" Nesta's lips quirked into a small smile despite the tears still lingering on her cheeks.

"Why?" she asked softly.

“Because you’re worried about it now.” Nesta laughed lightly as she glanced down to the floor. “Terrible mothers don’t worry if their children will hate them, or if people will judge them for how they parent.” You laughed, “And I also know that this baby is going to be so incredibly loved by you and Cassian, and all of us. Because you’ve worked so hard to bring them into the world, that you won’t be able to do anything but shower them with more love than their little heart can take.”

You met her gaze again as she smiled, her lip trembling. “You’re going to cheer them on when they succeed, and hold them when they’re sad, and you’re going to teach them how to breath through their fears and face them.” You squeezed her hand tenderly. “And Cassian,” you shrugged, “He'll probably be the reason they come home with a few bruises or scrapes, but he'll also be the reason they never back down from a challenge. They'll learn to laugh in the face of fear because they know their mom and dad will always have their backs."

You couldn't help but smile as you looked down at her growing belly. "This little one already has so much love surrounding them," you said, squeezing her hand. "And they'll know even more love from you because you are going to be an amazing mother." As Nesta wiped away her tears as you continued, "You'll never be like your own mother, I promise. You've experienced firsthand the pain of growing up with her and you will use that knowledge to be the best mother possible for your baby." Your voice softened, "That's not to say there won't be mistakes. You might get frustrated and raise your voice, or say things you don't mean. But most importantly, Nesta, you would never hurt them. Never ever." You locked eyes with her as she nodded, with more confidence than she had before.

"You're going to be a fantastic mom, and you have a whole family who believes in you," Nesta sniffled and nodded, wiping her nose with the back of her sleeve.

"And if Feyre can handle being a mom, then surely you can too," you teased, earning a genuine laugh from Nesta.

"Hey now, I'm just stating facts," you shrugged playfully. "But let's be real, there's no way your little sister could out-mom you," you joked as the two of you laughed together. The two of you sat there for a moment, giggling with one another, hands clasped together until you settled back on the floor, gazing up at the ceiling. "Oh, by the way," you broke the silence, "I have no idea what color would look good in here, but I do know this ceiling color reminds me of something that comes out of a baby."

Nesta's glorious laughter that echoed throughout the room and probably down the entire mountain to Velaris.

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