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g-w-3-d-damn · 6 years ago

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Tricky Treats and Torture Candy (Loki’s Naughty Candy Shop) Part 8

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Loki combed his fingers through the silver hair at his temples and wrung the water from his dripping locks. He took a few steps and collapsed nude on the clubhouse sofa. A trio of lipstick-marked mannequins hurried inside, each waving an item of importance. The first mannequin shimmied a new pair of stretchy, wide-hipped black leggings in front of Miss. The second had a candy-striped drawstring apron for her. The third held two items. She egg-ecked excitedly as she waved the extra large t-shirt friendly bralette in front of miss. The first mannequin ran away, brought back a black belt. The second ran away, brought back a soft cotton tee. The third ran away and brought back an empty bodybag, to the horror of the other two.

The trio left Miss to dress herself, bounced excitedly around Loki's sleep-deprived naked body.

"What do you mean we're out of cherries? I swear I brought enough to fill the entire order? Argh, fine, I'll get us a refill," he said.

Loki and Miss descended the stairs with the flock of mannequins at their heels. The mannequins pressed Loki toward the door. He pushed back at the mannequins with a warning grunt and a wag of his fingers.

"Weigh yourself," Loki instructed Miss, "We can't open that door until we get your weight measured and recorded."

"But I'm dressed already," she protested.

"And you'll be wearing the same outfit most of the day, yes? Record your weight. Feel free to record that you were wearing clothes as well, but record your weight every two hours," he demanded.

She recorded her weight in the mirrored fitting room. Loki peeked through the purple curtains, past the candy striped pillars of the shop, hopeful that Highness had not yet darkened the storefront with her shade. Miss came from the fitting room. Disappointment and apathy drenched her voice as she told Loki she'd weighed herself. Loki darted from the storefront with the empty body bag folded under his arm before she could tell him the scale's findings. She sighed. The mannequins hugged her, brought her a Josta cola, and disappeared up the stairs. The lights lit, the curtains rose, the store opened, and in walked Highness in bright cherry frills.

"You seem to have put on a few pounds since I last saw you," Highness intoned.

Miss shrugged. Miss jerked her thumb towards the pallet of pink heart boxes. Highness smiled, yet no crinkle formed at the corner of her eye. Her cheeks did not rise. Her iris did not twinkle. Her white fake enamel teeth bared in insincerity. She skewered her prize and left. The door shut. The bell remained as silent as Miss herself. Miss sighed and sipped her soda.

"I wonder what this would taste like with a few shots of Fireball," Miss said.

The gumball machine rattled, twisted out an Atomic Fireball for her.

"Um, thank you," she said.

She sucked on the red ball and sipped the glass Josta bottle in relative silence, in a vain attempt to process all the changes in her body. Two hours passed. She felt heavier. Her apron grew tighter. She slipped off to weigh herself and discovered an extra 35 pounds from the previous hour. She untied her apron, tied it again loosely. She wondered if Loki had fallen asleep on his cherry run. The bell above the door jingled in unfamiliar but urgent alarm. Miss returned to her place behind the register, locked the filing cabinet, and set her keys in her front apron pocket with the pepperspray canister dangling out for quick access. The door opened, and in walked the two thugs that accosted Miss in the dark grocery parking lot the night before.

"Oh fuck no," Miss said beneath her breath. She looked up to the loft. She saw the shadows of the mannequins stir to hostile life.

"Dude, they do look just alike, but that can't be her," the one in the red hat said.

"Must be her fat sister," the other said, "hey lady, do you have a skinny sister?"

She held the pepperspray canister firmly in her fist.

"I do not," Miss said.

"I thought you said this was a sex shop," said Red.

"It is a sex shop," said Other, "I've been here, they sell those dongs."

"Oh yeah? Let's ask the fat lady. Hey, fat lady, do you guys sell these?" Red asked.

Miss made a disgusted face as he plopped the dark cherry red U shaped double dong on the counter.

"No," Miss said, "We absolutely do not sell that product here, and you two need to leave."

"Aww, you a little squeamish?" Other said, "we're just trying to find out where this thing came from, and we'll leave you alone!"

"It's not ours. Get lost." Miss growled.

The U shape dong vibrated at a pitch that matched Miss' growl. She peeked down at it and immediately back up to the eyes of the thugs. "And get that off my counter," she demanded.

"I don't have to listen to you," Other said.

"Hey, look at this!" Red said, "it's our dear president! You guys makin' money off my president?"

"Well, it's a pinata, so..." she said.

"What's that funny Mexican word you just said?"

"I don't owe you an explanation," Miss said, "but, for your own good, get out of my store. I won't tell you again."

"No I think you said that this is a pin- yacht- tee. One of those things you beat, and candy comes out of it," Other said.

Red ripped open the presidential pinata, shook both halves, and threw them to the ground. Miss sighed. She raised her pepperspray, and the bell jingled. The door flew open with a crash. The idiots turned to see Loki. The afterglow had faded from his pale face. The sleepless dark spots beneath his eyes circled up to his faded eyeliner. He strode toward them. His sinister visage left no room to believe him capable of any tolerance for further nonsense. The two thugs stared at the bodybag in his arms. Thick red goo dripped from the bag and splattered against the carpet. Loki bared his teeth in a malevolent, feral grin.

"Would you believe it's strawberry milkshake?" Loki hissed.

Red grabbed the other by the sleeve and pulled him away from Loki and out the door at a run. The bell jingled happily as the door shut and bolted itself for the evening closing ceremony. Miss put her pepperspray away.

Miss said, "Those were the guys from last night that Thor-"

"I know," Loki said, “Where is Thor and a shovel when you really need him?”

He laid the bodybag on the counter. Miss' face twitched.

"I should have told you that they put a used dong on the counter before you sat that down," she said.

"I'm sure it'll be fine," Loki said.

He started for the stairs so he could finally get some sleep.

"But, where did it go?" Miss asked, "can you check the security footage to see if they took it with them?"

"Not if I don't have to," Loki said.

A vibration from inside the bodybag caused Loki to clench his fists.

"Oh no," Miss said, "you know it's the one that Highness wanted in cherry red, right?"

Loki huffed. He turned heel to toe and marched back to the cherries, intent on grabbing the U shaped dong and tossing it straight out the door. He lifted the bodybag only to discover the buzz coming from inside the bag. He unzipped the bag to discover a dark cherry red, plastic tail, waggling from the pile of cherries. Loki and Miss exchanged glances.

"Uh, it didn't look like that before," said Miss.

Loki took hold of the flipping tail and pulled it. A basset-hound-sized plastic dog in the same dark cherry-red plastic as the U shaped dong emerged from the cherry pit and woofed at Loki.

"Rocket? Rocket!" Loki squealed, "Oh what did that mean ol' witch do to you, huh boy?"

Loki hugged the buzzing plastic dog-mannequin and smooched it as it licked his face. Miss held her hands out in shock and disgust.

"Ugh no no no don't do that you don't know where it's been! Ugh, gross!" Miss cried. "Miss, this is Rocket! He's been missing for so long! Oh poor thing, he's probably been trapped in that packaging for a long time. No wonder we never could sell that dong. Oh goodness! And I kicked it! Oh I'm so sorry, boy!" Loki stammered.

"Okay now seriously," Miss said, "we have to throw out these cherries. Nobody can eat these."

"Oh relax, let Highness eat the butt-cherries, who the fuck cares," Loki said.

"Well... Okay, Highness can eat all the butt-cherries, but if you dip even one of those in the chocolate fountain or feed one to Thor I swear so help me..." Miss said.

"Did... Wait, pardon me for being sleepy, but you still call him Thor? Even after you've slept with him?" Loki asked.

"Well, uh, um, yes? Isn't that how we're supposed to talk to and about each other in here?" She said.

"Oh, yes, nobody uses their real names in here, but... Do you know his real name?" Loki inquired politely.

Miss stared at Loki without a response. Loki laughed.

"Oh, you little slut, you don't, oh well," he said.

"Hey now, we just had sex in your hot tub and you don't know my real name," Miss said.

"Oh I do, it was on your application," Loki said.

Loki smiled.

"You don't know my real name, either," Loki said.

Miss took a deep breath. She opened another Josta, settled into her stool.

"I'm not losing sleep over it," she said.

Loki rubbed his eyes. Red cracks reached from each corner of each eye all the way to the iris in their sleep-deprived state.

"Rub it in why don't you," Loki complained.

"You started it," Miss said. "Fair enough. C'mon boy, let's get you a bath!" Loki said.

"Yes, please for the love of fuck sterilize that mutt," Miss said, "and brush your teeth and gargle with bleach!"

"Oh whatever he got on him while he was out rutting about will come off when the cherry does," Loki said.

He took Rocket upstairs for a wash. Miss heard the familiar sounds of dental care and of gargled mouthwash. She was grateful that he took her suggestion, but also slightly concerned that Loki had potentially gargled actual bleach. Miss sighed to herself, took the new, larger, candyapple red Tricky Treats polo to the fitting room. She stripped out of her clothes and weighed herself, wrote down the number. She looked at herself in the mirror and wept at the change. She took a deep breath, told herself the candy shop was worth the changes, dressed herself, and stepped out to find Loki. Rocket shook soap suds from his floppy plastic ears. Rocket was now candyapple red, and Loki, though tired, looked very pleased with himself, until he saw the tears on Miss' face.

"What happened?" he asked, "I'm sorry, I know I should probably already know what's wrong, but I'm very sleepy."

"Oh, just, the guys, they scared me, and they called me fat," Miss said, "they didn't even recognize me as the same girl they were gonna violate. Not that I wanted to be recognized, just..."

She wept. Loki hugged her. His minty breath smelled lovely, and not at all like misplaced red rocket thug cooties.

"I'm sorry you had to deal with them again," Loki said, "I can have them taken care of if that would make you feel safe."

"I don't feel like I deserve to feel safe," she said.

Loki drew his face away from her, but held his embrace.

"Why not?" he asked.

She shrugged. She spoke between sobs.

"I've gained 70 pounds in two days, I lived in a homeless shelter, nobody cared, I'm getting so much sex and it's so confusing, I can't tell what I've done to deserve my good luck, or my bad luck, and nobody's ever truly safe, and I think they think I deserve to be vulnerable, and, I don't know why, but I think maybe they're right," she said.

Loki rolled his eyes, closed them, and sighed.

"That's a lot to unpack, but don't," he said, "whatever this fearful, despairing feeling is, it'll pass. It can't live long in a place like this. I'm going to track down the reason you're gaining weight and put a stop to it. I'm going to make sure you stay safe and healthy. I'm going to make sure you have everything you need, and I intend to make sure you have everything that a brave, ballsy woman like you deserves. I'm going to deal with those hooligans so you do not have to worry about them ever again."

Loki's face dropped when his words did not cure Miss' broken sobs. He felt suddenly off-balance, insecure, and wondered, in fear, why these promises were not enough to heal the situation. He hugged her tightly.

"I'm going to need you to step inside the fitting room with me again, and weigh yourself," he said.

He pulled Miss to her feet with a gentle tug. He led her toward the fitting room. His long fingers snatched into the candy-condom bowl as they brushed past. He opened the door to the fitting room and stepped inside with her. She got on the scale and discovered she had not gained any further weight. Loki rubbed her shoulders.

"Will you take off your clothes?" Loki asked.

She hesitated, then shrugged and undressed without ceremony. She stood on the scale again and did not notice much change. She stepped off and reached for her pile of clothing. Loki took her hand.

"I meant, would you take off your clothes for me, not for your weight," he said.

She didn't look at him. She could still see their reflection repeated to infinity no matter where she looked.

"I'm not going to pressure you," he said, "I want to see you feel good about yourself."

"Thanks, I guess," she said.

Loki closed his eyes in thought.

"What did I do that made you go from the winner of the best hot-tub sex ever award to this shy thing that won't look me in the eye?" he asked.

She snorted.

"It was mostly them," she said.

"Then I must kill them," he said.

"It was only mostly them," she said.

"Can you tell me what I did?" he asked.

"Yeah," she said, "you called me a slut."

His jaw tensed. His brain buzzed with lines for self-defense. He shook them from his sleep-deprived mind.

"Yes, I did that," he admitted, "and I intend to flog myself for it later."

"Why bother?" she asked.

"Because it made you feel like... how do you feel?" he asked.

She shrugged again. She knew it made her feel disappointed, but she did not want to articulate it. He motioned to her shrugging action.

"Like that. It made you feel like that and I didn't want you to feel like that. Truly, I am impressed with you, I do not care who you sleep with or how fast you each came onto each other. If anything this just makes you sexier to me," he said.

He held her chin and turned it to face herself in the mirror.

"But I need you to be sexy to you," Loki said, "not to me."

She shook her face out of his grasp.

"What for?" she asked.

"Selfish reasons like forgiving myself, making more money with you behind the register, and because I love to see you glow. And you only glow when you're confident. And you're only confident when you're sexy to yourself. And whatever I've done to undermine your self-vision, is unforgivable. Especially after all you've done for me," he said.

"So are you trying to tell me that you don't think I'm a slut?" Miss asked.

"I'm very in-eloquent when I haven't slept. I probably meant to say minx," he crooned, "because you are. You're very sexual, sensual, and attractive. And sassy. But that's not what I said, and what I said has injured you. Perhaps I thought you could handle more sass, and I was wrong, and I'm sorry."

"Well, I did say you looked like a Hot Topic hooker," Miss said.

"Yes, you did, but you said it to me on a good day, and I did this bullshit today, while you were still processing trauma from those assholes that tore up my shop," he said.

"Yeah, sorry I haven't cleaned that up," she said.

"The mannequins can get it. Honestly, seeing that pinata smashed up on the floor is not hurting my feelings any. I think it rather adds to the decor," he said.

Miss smirked and giggled. She covered her jiggling nipples with one arm and her mouth with the other. Loki swooned suddenly. He groaned, shook his head, and stood back up.

"I'm sorry," he said, "it's a little past time for my transition."

"Oh, uh, yeah, I understand," Miss said.

He guided her hands to the top button of his black dress shirt. He pressed close to her. He looked into her eyes. "I'm not done here, yet. You won't see her for a while. Until this is done, I'm not going anywhere," he said.

"What is it? What needs done?" Miss stammered.

He pressed his face close to hers and offered his lips to her to kiss.

"Let's not even act like I wouldn't let that man fuck my brains out without even so much as a made-up name," Loki said.

"Do you want me to bring you to Thor?" Miss said.

Her voice wavered in her excitement.

"Sometime, yes," he whispered, "but right now I want you, to see you, how I see you, when I'm inside you."

"I'd rather look at you," she said.

"So do it," he said.

He brushed his fingertips over her knuckles to encourage her to unbutton his shirt and disrobe him. She slipped one button at a time through the black buttonholes to reveal the pale skin beneath. She took her time and enjoyed running her fingers over his flesh beneath the silky fabric. She pushed the shirt off his shoulders and admired his skinny back in the mirror. She caught a look at herself, overweight, her peachy skin visible on both sides of his skinny hips. She hesitated with her fingers on his belt buckle.

"Really?" he said, "you're really not sure you deserve it?"

"I," she said, "I don't like how fat I look."

"Are you really going to deny yourself the pleasure of watching us fuck just to avoid your own self-scrutiny?" Loki asked.

"When you put it that way it does seem pretty stupid," she said.

"You deserve to feel good," he said, "look at me if that's what makes you feel good."

She undid the belt, let his tall dark pants slip down his long pale legs. She stared at his ass, almost as high and almost as tight as his younger counterparts' ass. His cock stood out in infinitum in the mirror. His hip jutted as he knelt to pick the condom from his pocket that now laid in the floor. The infinity of reflections of his jutting hip disappeared over an arbitrary horizon. His breath blasted against the mirror as he slipped the condom onto himself. His breaths left wisps of evaporating condensation that grew bigger with every muted, shuddering sigh. No matter where Miss looked, she saw herself getting fucked by this man she met days ago. Since that day, she wanted him with all her swelling cunt, and now she had him. She saw him manipulate her plump body, and she blushed at how sensual her body truly looked. The heat from her skin left a sheen on the mirror as he nipped at her neck.

"You will always deserve an afterglow," he moaned in her ear.

She felt his cock churn within her. She watched his ass swish in circles between her legs while he knocked swirls of pleasure into her. Her outcries echoed in the small fitting room and poured back on her. Her voice grew as her pleasures grew, ad nauseum infinitum, in feedback loops of sound and mirrored sex. And all the while he crooned at her that she deserves the world. The mist grew on the mirrors as the pair panted and broke into a sweat. The mist softened their visage, coalesced until all that was left of the infinite reflections was a blurred mess of diffused writhing flesh.

"I love the way you look naked. I'm so glad that you let me see you this way. I tried, that first day, when you let me toy you through your pants, I tried to learn what your body wants. Where your favorite spot is. I remember you swirling your hips in the air when I toyed you, and I'm not surprise that you're screaming now every time I swirl my cock over that spot. But I am surprise at one thing," he said.

"What," she panted.

"The inside of you has changed, just like the outside. You're tighter, now. The walls are closing in from the layer of fat inside. You're tighter, harder, yet softer, all at the same time. And it's surprising, and it feels amazing, and I don't think I'm going to last much longer," he whimpered.

He looked at her with striking but bloodshot eyes. She nodded. She wrapped her legs around him with a firm pressure and did all she could to squeeze her insides around him.

"Fuck, oh fuck," he called.

He roared and prayed to her. He howled and groaned. Every taboo noise he'd held back since he met her gushed from between his clenched, bared teeth. He bounced on his heels and fucked into her in short quick thrusts. She held her grasp on him as strong as she could until he swooned and fell to his ass with her in his lap. She held him against her and rolled her hips, worked herself down him. He lost his face in her breasts, certain he'd die this time.

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storyknitter · 7 years ago

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Shippy prompts: 46: “Hey, have you seen the..? Oh.” :)

Theron stopped in front of the door to the Empress’s Suite and knocked, waiting a moment before keying in the access code. The Zakuulans had given the spacious apartments to Vassanna upon her taking control of the Eternal Throne; it hadn’t mattered how many times she’d insisted that she wasn’t their empress, that she was still “just the Commander” – the lavish quarters now belonged to her.

Sliding the door halfway open, Theron peeked in to confirm the foyer was empty and was greeted by muffled conversation and laughter. He caught himself grinning: Sanna and a few others were dressing for the “Glorious Victory Celebration” being laid on by Indo Zal, and it was clear they were having a good time doing so. Not wanting to interrupt, he slipped in without comment.

Crossing to the ornately gilded and enameled desk, he opened the top drawer where he was certain he’d left the cufflinks that matched his suit. Instead, however, he found empty space and cursed under his breath, tugging at his too-tight bowtie; he’d have to readjust it – again – once he found those damned cufflinks.

“Where in the nine hells are those stupid things?” he muttered. “If I can’t find ‘em, Indo’s never gonna let me hear the end of it. I know I left them right here…” The bedroom door slid open and laughter spilled out, followed by the soft padding of bare feet and the swish of loose fabric.

“Theron?” The soft voice that he would have recognized anywhere contained confusion and something else he couldn’t quite place. It almost sounded like awe, but it was probably just surprise to see him here – he was supposed to be getting dressed elsewhere.

He grumbled in frustration and slammed the drawer closed before tugging open the next one and shuffling around the contents. “Hey, sweetheart. I didn’t mean to bother you while you’re getting ready,” he said, his eyes flicking towards her briefly and then back to the drawer, “but have you seen the…?”

Theron froze as his mind finished processing what he’d actually seen and his gaze was drawn helplessly back to Vassanna, jaw going slack and blinking owlishly. “Oh. Wow, you look…” he trailed off as he straightened, taking in the elegant vision before him.

Her hair was up, but different from the normal messy bun – there were elaborate braids, twists, and a gold pin for good measure. She was clad in a long, slinky dress made of black shimmersilk; the simple neckline came all the way up to her collarbone and the fabric pooled slightly on the floor. Despite its modest appearance, the gown clung enticingly in all the right places and there was a slit that went up past her right knee and oh hells she was gorgeous.

“Wow,” he whispered breathlessly.

The Mirialan blushed and offered a shy smile, nervously smoothing a nonexistent wrinkle out of the material. “Thank you,” she said, a small crease appearing between her brows. “It’s odd,” she said, her voice dropping to barely a whisper. “I can’t remember the last time I wore a dress. I feel… naked almost, on display. Vulnerable.” She took a deep breath, a wry grin twisting her lips. “And it doesn’t help that I don’t have my lightsabers, either – I’ve been informed that the belt doesn’t match the dress. Therefore, I’m not allowed to wear them.”

She shrugged then, shaking her head as though dismissing the thoughts, and her smile widened as she inspected him. “You look pretty ‘wow’ yourself, Theron – I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in a suit before. It’s definitely… ‘wow.’ I like it.”

Sanna approached him, the sway of her hips accentuated by the rippling fabric; Theron could only watch, entranced. She stopped a mere breath away and he reached for her bare arm but stopped himself from touching her.

“Damn, I wanna kiss you,” he said, “but I don’t want to mess up any of… this.” He gestured to her whole self with a smirk.

She glanced at the chrono on the wall and raised an eyebrow at him. “Well, why don’t you kiss me anyway and see if you do?” she said, one corner of her mouth twitching upwards. “We’ve probably got enough time to fix anything you might mess up.”

“Is that an order, Commander?” Theron’s smirk slid sideways as she wrapped her arms around his neck, rolling her eyes at him with a smile. His hands slipped around to rest on her back and a thrill shot through him as his fingers found Sanna’s cool skin rather than silk.

Running his fingertips along her spine, Theron felt her shiver and was briefly torn between fierce pride and possessiveness before pride won out. She was an amazing woman who had done incredible things, again and again. And he was hers.

“I love y–” Sanna halted his declaration as her lips slanted over his, her fingers twisting in the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him close. Moments or hours might have passed before a catcall interrupted the kiss.

“Hey, you two, hands to yourselves,” Eli’anara said as the couple pulled apart. “We’ve gotta keep this Empress dressed to impress.” The Mirialan cast a sardonic look at Vassanna. “He doesn’t look much like a necklace, cousin.”

“Commander, not Empress, Ellie. Please,” Sanna said with a small shake of her head.

“Yeah, okay,” the spacer said while trying to shoo Theron away. He sidestepped and stole another small kiss from Sanna with a grin.

“I can’t leave yet, I need to find my cufflinks – that’s why I came in here in the first place,” he said, running his hand down Sanna’s arm and twining his fingers through hers.

“Oh, I think those ended up in the dressing room. I’ll go grab them for you.” Eli’anara turned towards the bedroom before shooting them a warning glance, eyebrow raised and smirk on her lips. “Hands. To. Yourselves.”

The pair chuckled as she walked away, but that slight frown soon found its way back to Sanna’s features, as she glanced down at her dress. “I don’t want this,” she whispered in a panic, meeting Theron’s gaze. “I’m not a ruler, a politician. I just wanted to stop Vitiate; I didn’t want him to hurt anyone else. I didn’t mean to start– I don’t–”

“I know, sweetheart, I know,” he said, cradling her face in his hands and caressing her cheeks with his thumbs. “You can do this, though. I have complete faith in you – you’re good at everything.” He kissed her forehead before looking into her troubled violet eyes once more.

“I love you, Sanna, and nothing will change that. I’ll love you when you’re the leader of the Eternal Alliance. I would love you if you were a nerf herder on Alderaan, or a pirate on Rishi, or hells, even the Grand Master of the Jedi Order. Though that might complicate things a bit.” Theron winked and paused a moment before continuing, “You know, I’d really love you if you were a whiskey-maker on Corellia.” He grinned and earned a low huff of laughter from Sanna as she brought her hands to rest on his wrists.

“It’s not what you do or your title, sweetheart, it’s who you are that I love and respect. What other people love and respect about you. Your heart, your mind, your compassion – to list just a few things. You are… beautiful, inside and out. I know that you can do this, Vassanna Nabeshin, and I will be here with you every step of the way. I promise.”

Vassanna leaned up and kissed him tenderly. “Thank you,” she said softly. “I love you too, Theron. So very much.” He nuzzled her nose and she smiled, basking in the warmth and comfort that crossed their bond.

“Will you help me with my necklace?” she asked, turning to the small bag she’d brought from Odessen that was sitting on the corner of the desk. Theron nodded as she pulled the chain and its pendant from an interior pocket. He took it from her hand with a smile and she turned her back to him; he thought back to the day he’d purchased it, long years ago, and his smile turned bittersweet. Shaking his head to clear the old memories, he undid the clasp easily and the white and purple crystal was soon resting on her chest, a stunning contrast to the black shimmersilk.

“Perfect,” Theron whispered, kissing the side of her neck as he finished closing the clasp. Sanna turned to him with that warm smile of hers, and his heart skipped a beat. He wondered idly if that would ever stop and hoped fervently that it wouldn’t.

“Alright, here they are. Now get outta here, Spy Guy. We’ve all gotta finish getting ready.” Eli'anara sauntered back into the main room, his missing cufflinks brandished in her hand. “You can come pick her up when the party’s due to start if you’d like to escort her to the hall. I’m assuming you do?”

“Wouldn’t miss it,” Theron said, taking Vassanna’s hand and kissing her palm before accepting the cufflinks from Ellie. He winked at his Jedi and turned to leave the room, counting down the minutes until the party began with a grin on his face.

#swtor fanfiction #Jedi Knight/Theron Shan #Theron Shan #oc: Vassanna #oc: Eli'anara #mjaydziarand #thank you for the prompt!#i hope you like it!#knitter answers #knitter writes #god i love these two idiots #apparently once they finally actually said 'i love you' they can't stop saying it #dorks #(lookin' at you theron)#and ellie acting like a 'proper' chaperone is honestly laughable #let's be real here

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sabinakennedy-blog · 7 years ago

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Making of My Studio Desk

Well, I’ll start by introducing myself, since this is my first post and all. My name is Sabina Kennedy, and I am an artist living in Phoenix Arizona. I’m currently finishing my BFA in sculpture at Arizona State University and I have no idea what I want to do when I grow up.

I like to make jewelry with non-ferrous metals, like silver, copper, brass. But I also enjoy making a lot of things, like welding steel, and drawing and painting, and embroidery. I’m young as frick though, so I have some time to figure it out. I currently work at a flower shop, Camelback Flowershop to be precise. It’s a really nice place. Ive only been there for about a month, but I like it a lot. I want to one day do the designing of the floral arrangements, but that comes with time.

onto the desk. In my final sculpture class the assignment was to make a tool that would help us with developing our studio. I’m fortunate enough to have a studio space already, that’s frankly a mess, but very cute and full of plants and art supplies. I had a desk that someone made for me a while back, but after moving a couple of times, the legs weren’t firmly attached anymore, and therefore wobbled any time I would sand an object. I decided that it needed a re-vamp

Here it is before I started working on it, all set up at my studio space in the ASU sculpture room. It was a pretty table, nice wood, nice colors, but just not stable, everything was attached using bolts underneath, and nothing was measured consistently.

I took the top off of the legs, because it’s a really thick, sturdy, high quality piece of wood, and the legs went to the scrap bin. The wood on those was also really nice, but I had to suppress my Taurian urge to collect and keep everything and let them go.

I decided to use steel for the base of the table. It’s sturdy, fairly inexpensive, and allowed for the design that I was looking for. I did a lot of planning as to the size of everything and how I wanted the design to be. I chose something fairly simple, offering stability, but not being too bulky. I chose 1″ 16ga square tube for the base and got to work.

I got all of my material pre-cut at the metal supply store. My first step was to measure everything, and drill holes into the appropriate tube. These holes would be how I attach the base to the wooden top at the end of the process.

I chose to MIG weld everything together, because it’s the easiest, and honestly it’s so much fun. After this project I want to weld EVERYTHING. The design is simple, it’s basically a three dimensional rectangle, like the ones that you learn about in geometry class. This rectangle is missing the bottom front line however, to allow for my work chair to easily pass under the desk. After getting everything all welded up, I had to sand the piece, to give it some tooth and clean the grease off.

I then used some Rustoleum spray paint to give this baby the life I was looking for. I had to use plastic and tape to make sure each section wasn’t contaminated by the next. I finished everything with a layer of enamel gloss lacquer, to seal the paint and make sure everything stays on for a long time, also to give everything an overall finish.

I’m obsessed with the colors. They’re very fun and cute and will add some nice color to my studio space. I did a bad job about making a mess on the sculpture dock, but hey, it’s my last semester, I need to leave my mark somewhere right? All while I was working on the base, waiting for the paint to dry and such, I was working on the wooden top.

I took the back pieces off of the big piece of wood, I was really lucky that the person who made me the desk originally just screwed everything together. I then sanded the top to a smooth 220 and made sure everything was nice and clean.

oooo yessss so velvety and smooth!

I finished the top with a semi-gloss polyurethane coating. I didn’t really know how it worked at first, so I used an entire can of the stuff before realizing that I had to sand the furs that get stiff on the wood once the first coat goes down. So I got another can, a piece of 220 sand paper and an air hose and brushed off the rough bits. I put two more layers of the poly on the top, just because it was looking so pretty, and now it’s perfect.

THAT POLY LOOKING SO GOOD!

I’m really happy with how the poly turned out. it’s looking real clean, and I love the semi-gloss finish. It gives it a nice shine without being too much.

The next step in the process was to put it all together. I pre drilled holes for the hardware I bought before finishing the top, lining everything up with the holes I drilled into the base at the beginning.

Nothing too fancy, just some half inch washers and some bolts with a hexagonal head that I’m sure have a specific name that i’m not sure of. But yeah, after I screwed everything in, this baby was done.

Here’s a picture of the table all put together. It’s still in my studio at school right now, probably coming home within the next month or so.

Back to the gist of the project, It was to create something that would develop our studios. I originally wanted to make a jewelers bench, but the more I thought about it the more I realized that I wasn’t sure if I wanted to be a jeweler for the rest of my life. I changed my plan to a simple table with add ons. The next step will be to make an extender that clamps onto the table top and has a bench pin for more comfort when cutting sheets of metal out with my hand saw. I also want to make a little rolling cart that holds my hammers and wire spools. Right now everything Is kind of mish-mashed around and it would be really nice to have everything all organized together.

The next part of the project hasn’t started yet, but once it does I’m sure I’ll do a progress post. I also want to show you guys my desk in my studio, with all of my beautiful plants and natural, Arizona sunlight.

The whole process of making this table was a lot of fun. It definitely makes me think that I will spend my adult life making things for people to use. I love art, I love making art, but really I just love making. I was born to be a maker, but of what, I’m not sure yet.

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watchilove · 5 years ago

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Romain Gauthier Logical One was launched at SIHH 2013. Its success was immediate and paid in full – Best Men’s Complications Watch at the 2013 Grand Prix d’Horlogerie de Genève. The diamond version was shown last year at Baselword. Since today monsieur Gauthier celebrates his birthday, I considered the perfect occasion to present you the Romain Gauthier Logical One Diamonds.

Review Romain Gauthier Logical One Diamonds

Logical One celebrates this year 7 years. At the launch, in 2013, the world of watches was much poorer in sophistication and the timepieces could receive the deserved attention. In these days, when fabulous watches are launched at a dizzy speed and in a high amount, it is hard to allocate enough time and attention to all. High-end pieces do not receive the required amount of love.

Before going into the descriptive part, please have a look at the wrist roll below:

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Diamonds, or how to make a precious timepiece stand out

One might think: what could be an interesting addition to make an already known watch (that has received several facelifts and decorations) even more interesting? Well… Diamonds.

I am not a diamonds guy. I am more into “diamonds are a girl’s best friend”. I am one of those guys that love to buy them or use them for her, the significant one. But, oh boy, the Logical One looks spectacular in shinny suit.

The 43mm white gold case was gifted with generous surfaces that were used to set in baguette-cut diamonds. A total of 92 stones, 7.2 carats spread across bezel, lugs, and clasp. The setting is refined. The case band was exempted. As well as the push-button winder. The barrier between exquisite and kitsch is often so subtle that it is easy to cross. But Romain Gauthier kept the Logical One Diamonds in the refined side.

Just have a look at those lugs… Excellent integration with the voluptuous case. Not only the pusher was kept in place, but also the signature crown – decorated with the Romain Gauthier engraved initials. One might find it strangely delicate, but this lovely detail is well integrated into the design. Plus, the setting is a nice experience.

The diamond setting brings new depths and dimensions to the already beautiful Logical One case.

The pusher for winding is an original approach for this functional necessity. The hand-wind is now a push-to-wind process. I have to admit that it is a catchy occupation. Stress relief even…

Highlighting the highlights

Romain Gauthier Logical One Diamonds has a familiar dial. For those of you accustomed with the Romain Gauthier timepieces, Logical One in particular, the new version will bring no surprise. The movement presents its most important elements on the dial side. The dark background evidentiates the balance wheel, the constant force system with chain-and-fusee and the gorgeous white enamel dial.

The exceptional finishes are there to be loved. The Logical One does not need to be turned to the back to enjoy the beauty of the mechanism. One just needs to take time to look, to observe, to enjoy.

Case study: the balance wheel

The escapement is visible on the lower right side of the dial. A cock holds the balance wheel. The component is fixed from the top side with an “S” shaped screw. The detail is well known at Romain Gauthier timepieces. These screws can be found all over the place.

The cock presents an impressive amount of decorating work: brushed surfaces, hand mirror-polished chamfered edges, rounded and polished arms and a top graining with mirror polished anti-shock jewel sink.

Coming to the escapement, the 4Hz system uses an interesting shaped balance wheel. Note the elaborate arms and the finishes involved. I also love how the timing weights were integrated.

Case study: chain-fusee system

The chain-and-fusee was always an extremely interesting and loved complication. Once for its chronometric capabilities, second for its astonishing appearance. And let me tell you, Romain Gauthier has a fabulous implementation of this coveted particularity. Usually, a multi-dimensional spread system was reduced to a same plane design by using a snail cam. Mindblowing simplicity and complication. And yes, the use of an oxymoron is needed.

Again, remarkable decorations were used. The chain itself with synthetic rubies is an eye-catcher. The top bridge with a hidden fixture was adorned with brushing, chamfering polishing and so on. The skeletonised work exposes the depths of the movement. See the gear below the chain-and-fusee that is noteworthy finished.

Case study: dial

Subtle but spectacular: an oven-fired white enamel dial on an 18k gold base. The printed blue register is complemented by flame-blued open-worked steel hands – to use the press release words describing the dial. The small seconds sub-dial takes a big bite from the above dial. Placed slightly lower than the hour/minutes, it offers a good opportunity to show off the exceptional work of the dial’s plates.

Note the lovely polishing between the dial. If someone will tell me he wants to use a screw in a prominent dial position I would say he is out of his mind. But on the small seconds’ dial, how cute this could be… Of course, the signature screw makes the things so cool.

The gear train received the signature decorations. Even if some of the weels are almost hidden behind the dial.

The backside

The in-house movement is small for its complexity – 35.5mm by 10.5mm. Packed in are 46 hours of power reserve, constant depleted by the constant force chain and 28’800 vph escapement. Functional and decorative are the 26 jewels used for the chain. These raise the number of components to a total of 359.

The interesting elements are not exclusive to the front side. The backside reveals, besides the exceptional executed finishes, the power reserve indication makes everything even more interesting.

When exceptional meets diamonds

It is hard to describe a remarkable piece, especially since it was already an exceptional one that got a precious dressing. Logical One looks great stoned. Its not subtle but exquisite diamond decoration makes everything to reach a new level of coolness. As mentioned, I am not a diamond guy, but I will wear the Romain Gauthier Logical One Diamonds without hesitation. There are moments when a touch of sparkling is just what you need. It is a precious wrist presence, even comfortable. So why not?

Happy birthday Romain! May health, wealth, happiness and prosperity be always by your side. Thank you for your dedication to bring us beautiful watches and, ultimately, profound joy!

Romain Gauthier Logical One Diamonds Technical Specifications

Features and indications

Hours, minutes, small seconds;

46-hour power reserve indicator;

Push-button winding;

Innovative chain-and-fusee style constant force system featuring snail cam and ruby-link chain

Dial and hands

Oven-fired white enamel dial on an 18k gold base complemented by flame-blued steel hands

Movement and finishing

Dimensions: 35.5mm x 10.5mm

Power reserve: 46 hours

Number of jewels: 63 in total, including 26 for the constant-force chain

Number of components: 359

Balance frequency: 28,800 vph / 4Hz

Movement components in: steel, stainless steel, beryllium copper, brass, titanium and German silver

4 patents: The specific composition and construction of the chain; the constant force system; the push-button winding system; and the high-efficiency profiles of the gear teeth

Finishing: Highest-level haute horlogerie finishing

Case

Dimensions: 43mm x 14.2mm

Water resistance: 30m/3atm/100ft

Sapphire crystal with interior anti-reflection coating, front and display back

Crown for time setting at 2 o’clock

Push button for winding at 9 o’clock

Strap and buckle

Alligator leather strap hand-stitched in Switzerland with white gold pin buckle and diamonds set

Setting

92 baguette-cut diamonds, 7.2k

Unique piece, price available on request.

Romain Gauthier Logical One Diamonds Gallery

Romain Gauthier Logical One Diamonds hands-on Romain Gauthier Logical One was launched at SIHH 2013. Its success was immediate and paid in full - Best Men’s Complications Watch at the 2013 Grand Prix d’Horlogerie de Genève.

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tyleroakley-obsessed · 5 years ago

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Ed. Note: Contributor Wesley is here to tell us all about a new project coming from a group of MCA alumni – and they need our support to get this project done! Their Kickstarter is only until July 4th at 9 a.m. so time is running out. Donate here and get all kinds of fun things – including their 170-page color anthology, enamel pins, t-shirts, and more. A group of Memphis College of Art alumni are coming together to produce Paper Cuts—a comic anthology of over 170 color pages created by 16 artists living across the country. Spearheaded by Art Director Elliot Boyette and Editor Shane McDermott, both MCA alumni, the project was brought to Kickstarter to raise money for the printing and shipping of physical copies that’ll hopefully find a nice new home on your bookshelf. The comics included range from post-apocalyptic fast food chain restaurants, to cavemen on a wooly mammoth hunt and apes telling jokes, to gunslinging witches, and other stuff I can’t wait to read. I sat down with Elliot, Shane, and Paper Cuts contributors Olivia Logan and Mathis Ryan at the cafe in Crosstown Arts to talk about bringing Paper Cuts from conception to completion. Elliot Boyette is a graphic designer for the City of Memphis and Paper Cuts’ Art Director Shane McDermott is a former Memphis College of Art professor and Editor of Paper Cuts. Wesley: You were all independent working artists before deciding to collaborate. What are some of the benefits of doing an anthology versus instead of trying to release stuff individually? Elliot: I think that’s a divided approach, when you go individual. It’s hard to get attention for a new artist just starting out, and a lot of us were just coming out of college and still are. We were inspired by Kazu Kibushi’s Flight anthology, and a lot of those people are big name artists now who got their start with an anthology. So as a way to start our comics careers, we thought we’d come together and make a book with everybody in it. Mathis: It’s good to either start a new project with a one-off or just do a palate-cleanser. It’s a good excuse to just create, and a lot of people kind of needed it. I know I did. Olivia: In the unstructured life that came after the structure of school, it kind of gave us a purpose that wasn’t a vague goal that was unlikely to happen. Wesley: When did the idea of creating a comics anthology come about? Elliot: The project’s been kinda going on since 2014 or 2015 I think. We started having these meetings at Memphis Pizza Cafe where we brought in all these people that were interested in being a part of it. It was very fun and loose, no name idea, no nothing, let’s just get together, make comics, and see what happens. From there, we were breaking up into groups, making stories, come back every once in a while, have another pizza meeting, and then talk about what was going on. Olivia: The name was probably the one thing we deliberated on for the longest amount of time. For the full three years. Mathis: You would think that a big group of creative people would be able to name one thing easily. Wesley: Is there an overarching theme in the anthology between stories, or is it a collection of non-connected stories? Shane: In the beginning, we intentionally decided against having a theme. A lot of the anthologies we were looking at did have themes, but I figured since this is our first foray into this, let’s just see what we can do, put it all together, and let it be its own thing. Elliot: I guess the theme is it being a mixtape of everything we’ve wanted to write comics about. Some Paper Cuts panels from illustrator Robert Burns’ comic Wesley: I feel like comics in particular are more accessible to new career artists because you don’t necessarily have to be a master illustrator to make a good comic, since the narrative is just as important as the art. Does that make sense? Olivia: Definitely. For example, Questionable Content is a webcomic I’ve been following for about ten years at this point, and when the guy started out, he sucked. You’ve watched him grow as the years have gone by, but everyone came for the writing and jokes, basically. Elliot: Which is funny, because there are a lot of comics that are just gross to look at or neutral to look at, but the writing’s so good. There aren’t many comics that I know of that look really good, but you just hate reading them. Wesley: Are there any dedicated writers on your team? Olivia: It was all very free, choosing how we wanted to put this thing together. There were people who decided to team up on one story, but there were several of us who did it all. Elliot: I think there are three writer-artist teams. There’s Angel Bonesteel with Rory, Chris Haley with Lan Pitts, who’s actually done some work for Boom Studios. And Robert Burns has a writer buddy, Tyler. Wesley: You brought the project to Kickstarter, which as of now has raised a little over $3,700 of its $12,800 goal. How else are you getting the word out about Paper Cuts? Shane: We’re looking at other things now, like ads we’re going to take out and press releases we’re going to send. Bleeding Cool emailed me last night asking me to write something in the first person for their site basically talking about the project and linking to other work. So I cranked out this article in three hours that went up a couple hours actually. Elliot and I talked about not milking the whole “MCA is closing” thing, but as I was writing, I was feeling really connected to the school and to our friends, so I definitely turned that up a bit. Wesley: Speaking of which, how does Memphis College of Art closing up affect this process? Shane: We started talking about Paper Cuts late 2015, just under a year before the school announced it was gonna close. At the time, our connection was MCA, but we weren’t broadcasting that it was this MCA thing because we were open to bringing in other people from the community as well. But once the school announced that it was closing, there was this collective feeling of, “Oh, well we kinda want this to be a tribute to the school and the programs.” It’s definitely heartbreaking. Editor Shane McDermott is also contributing a story to the anthology—here’s a page from him. Wesley: But artists nationwide are contributing to this, right? Or is it just MCA alumni? Shane: There are 16 of us total, 3 of us aren’t MCA alums. Olivia: And there are people living all over contributing to this even though we’re centered in Memphis. Wesley: Is there another plan if the Kickstarter doesn’t reach its goal? Have you worked with any other agencies or organizations in Tennessee to get Paper Cuts out there? Shane: We’re not out to make money on this. If it made any extra money we talked about distributing it amongst the artists, but ultimately we just want Paper Cuts to exist as a physical book. We want it to be on bookshelves. There are other things we could do, like Amazon’s CreateSpace print-on-demand thing. Maybe get a grant to get it printed and then sell it in local shops or something. Part of the reason the Kickstarter goal is so high is, not only are we printing it, we have to get it shipped here from China, and then shipped to all of our backers. Mathis: Sponsors and grants are cool and everything, but the real goal we want is books in hands. So instead of people being independent contributors and just covering the cost, we want people to actually have it. We’re making something we want to give to people. Money is cool, but even if we just end up giving it to 90 people, it’s like, I hope those 90 people like it. Shane: I’m not opposed to just making .pdfs and giving it to everyone if the Kickstarter doesn’t make it. Then if people want printed copies, we could try again. Wesley: Anything else you’d like to add? Shane: I wanna throw some kudos to our contributors. I may have gotten the ball rolling in the beginning, but these guys were talking about doing this a long, long time ago, way before I said, hey, let’s finally do it. Especially after the MCA announcement, I’ve dropped the ball on this and it shifted to the backburner for me, but Elliot has kept it on track. He’s really the heart and soul behind the Kickstarter campaign. Olivia got her comic done really, really early on. It’s a 100 percent collaborative effort, we’re peers, and we’re all equal in this endeavor. Here are some very important links to check out if you’d like to support Paper Cuts: Paper Cuts Kickstarter campaign: http://kck.st/2ERLOV7 Project website: papercutscomics.com Facebook: www.facebook.com/PaperCutsComics Instagram: @papercutscomicanthology or www.instagram.com/papercutscomicanthology/ And, check out Shane’s post on Bleeding Cool here: https://www.bleedingcool.com/2019/06/15/comics-art-school-alumni-anthology/ About The Author Wesley Morgan Paraham is a Memphis native and University of Memphis graduate who spends most of his free time in his Midtown apartment playing video games with his partner. He’s currently DCA‘s PR+Social Media Coordinator. Are you a home owner in Memphis, with a broken garage door? Call ASAP garage door today at 901-461-0385 or checkout https://ift.tt/1B5z3Pc

http://ilovememphisblog.com/2019/07/support-memphis-artists-for-the-papercuts-comic-anthology-project/

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