#light cavalry

[ageha-sds]

was on break and did a bunch of AC6 renders for myself. this is truly self care

[shintaru]

Say my name | Owen Knight

KINKTOBER m.list ♡ windbreaker taglist

Warnings: Aftercare, Owen, lingerie, creampie, riding, cowgirl, missionary, praises, not proof read, unprotected sex, amateur smut writer, implied cunnlingus.

You had bought some lingerie with Noah when you both went shopping in Korea. Having yet to try it on you decided to since your boyfriend went to pick up some food. You shut your shared bedroom door just in case he comes home early.

Trying on the three-piece set you look at yourself in the mirror. Deciding it’s missing something you pull out a pair of garters and attach them to the mini skirt. You grab some stockings to match.

Making small adjustments to the skirt placing it high on your hips so the lace panties can be seen more. You take another look in the mirror and think that the stockings and garters pull the look together.

The set is a light blue mini skirt, with matching lace undergarments. You thought it would be funny to take a picture to tease Owen. Originally you were too shy to wear lingerie in front of him. But after seeing how you looked in the set you wanted to tease him a little.

Deciding to take a mirror selfie from the back to show off the mini skirt you send it to Owen waiting for a response. You don’t get a response yet he’s opened it. You begin to worry if you made the wrong decision by sending him the picture.

You’re stuck in what seems like a loop of typing and erasing your sentences not knowing what to say. You hear the front door slam and what sounds like a bag and keys being tossed onto the counter before Owen rushes into your shared bedroom.

“What were you thinking sending me something like that in public?” he shouts. You don’t know what to say so you stay silent thinking he’s mad “Someone could have seen and I would have had to kill them” he tells you making you laugh realizing he’s just being over protective.

A red blush tint starts growing on his cheeks as he takes in the sight of you in the lingerie. He’s at a loss for words. You walk over to him. Pulling him closer to you by his hips “do you want to take it off of me?” You ask. He wastes no time putting his hands on you practically ripping your bra off.

“Owen what the fuck! I just bought these” you say. “I’ll buy you as many new pairs as you want” he replies. Picking you up by your waist he carries you over to the bed laying you down on your back.

He leaves a trail of kisses from your jawline to your neck along your stomach down to your lower abdomen. Lifting your thighs, he takes the waistband of your lace panties in his teeth pulling them down as far as he can get before coming back up and setting your legs down on his shoulder. You gasp at the position you’re in, you’re nervous but you trust Owen.

Noticing that you’re nervous Owen says “Don’t be shy baby let me eat you out, I’ve been dying to taste you” You spread your legs allowing him to hold your thighs even further apart. He starts slowly by leaving a trail of soft wet kisses down your inner thigh.

He glides his tongue across your folds tasting you using his thumb he softly rubs circles against your clit making you moan out. Pulling on his blond hair you tell him “Enough, please, I can’t take anymore!” not being able to have any patience for what’s to come. Owen pulls away from your dripping core, licking your arousal from his lips planting a soft kiss against your lips. “I need you now” you say.

He lifts you off the bed sitting down pulling you onto his lap. “We need a condom” he says wrapping your arms around him you tell him “I want you to cum inside me” his already pale face seems to lose all its color with your comment. “You’ll be the death of me” he says pulling his pants and underwear off.

Helping you raise your hips he lines his tip up with your entrance rubbing it against your folds and coating it in your slick. You grip his shoulders tightly “mhm, Owen” you moan.

“Fuck say my name again, I love hearing your voice” he says. His grip tightens on your hips. “Owen, ah” you moan out as he slides his tip into you. He attaches his lips to yours pulling you deep into the kiss by your lower back. He lets you take him slowly. “Take your time” he says pulling away from the kiss. Once he’s in you start bouncing on his cock. You’re both a moaning mess. “You feel so good, you’re taking me so well” Owen praises you.

Your legs begin to shake growing tired from the pace. Owen grabs your hips and helps you ride him. “I’m close” you moan while grinding against him. “Cum for me” he says. You clench around him moaning his name as your orgasm washes over you. He continues thrusting into you, coming in to you soon after.

After you both calm down from your highs you push him down on the bed taking his shirt off placing your hands on his chest lifting your hips stopping when just the tip is inside feeling and rocking yourself back down on him. He grips your hips tightly thrusting into you trying to meet your pace. You can feel his cock twitching inside you letting you know he’s close.

You continue riding him feeling yourself becoming closer to your own release. He thrusts into you one last time before finally coming into you. He pulls out allowing his cum to seep out of you dripping down his cock. “Fuck, I could get use to the sight of that” he says while flipping you both over, laying you on your back.

“Put your leg over my shoulder” he says. You put your leg over his shoulder and he holds your other around his waist thrusting into you. “Owen, don’t stop I’m so close” you moan. “I love the way you moan my name” He responds. He leans down to kiss you taking your hand in his. You both cum together, Owen continues thrusting into you not letting up on his pace.

“Owen, it’s too- much” you try pleading with him. “We’re not done yet going to fuck my cum into your pretty hole” he responds. After Owen is finally satisfied he draws a warm bath for the both of you letting you get in first while he throws the sheets in the wash. After starting the washer Owen joins you in the bath. “Let me help you clean up” he says.

I need a Owen Knight in my life

Dedicated to @rossesnd @catsrkool

[cozyunderworld]

My new addiction

Chris 🧡🧡🧡 Last Light Cavalry Member 🔥

I have no words to describe this fine as dude. 😫😫😫 my new fav 🙈 also looks like a more evil Vinny 😂

[blue-and-gilt]

17th Century Shell Guard Broadsword

There's something unique about holding a piece of history that dates back four hundred years. They have a presence, a gravitas that, more recent swords lack.

So, what is this sword? The Royal Armouries simply describes the examples in their collection as an early 17th-century broadsword with shell guard (Object IX.172). While Ewart Oakeshott in his book "European Weapons and Armour - From the Renaissance to the Industrial Revolution" describes two types of swords with related characteristics: the German sabre, circa 1540s, with forward and rear quillons, a knuckle bow, and a distinctive shell guard covering the outside of the hand. Plus, the second type of Sinclair hilt, with its one-piece S-shaped crossguard forming the rear quillon and knuckle guard.

At the same time, the Dutch sword historian J.P. Puype describes these as a Solingen horseman's sword of the classical type: "The problem with this type of sword is that so far there has never been written a proper monography on them and that opinions on them are practically always unsubstantiated by evidence. The other problem is that they are often seen as naval but there is more evidence to tell us that they were army swords.

I think that I may be the first arms historian who identified these swords as cavalry swords, but I have to admit that in publications prior to 1998 I (too) identified them exclusively as shipboard cutlasses.

In the 1990s I became increasingly involved in writing publications and doing museum exhibitions on Prince Maurice and the new Dutch so-called  States Army of the 1590s. In the course of this involvement I analysed the pictures by Jacob de Gheyn made during the 1590s of the infantry drill and cavalry drills. These infantry pictures were published in a book in 1607, although we know that its manuscript was already in existence c. 1595-c.1597, but was withheld by Prince Maurice for reasons of security.

Simultaneously, a book on the cavalry exercise was conceived, but its publication was permanently withheld by Maurice, partly for security reasons, partly also because Prince Maurice in 1597 or 1598 abolished the lancers.

Among the cavalry prints the heavy cavalry has as its chief weapon the lance (it was abolished in 1597 or 1598 in favor of the wheel-lock pistol, and the lancers became 'pistoliers'). However, the light cavalry is armed with swords with shell-guard hilts.

So we can only prove that the seashell-hilted sword apparently originated in the cavalry. The earliest proof that I have of its maritime use is after 1700. I do not know how to explain the picture of the French privateer Lolonois of 1684 (the year of appearance of the original Dutch edition) who is armed with a seashell-hilted cutlass with a curved blade with clipped point.

One other of the very few other 17th C pictures I know in which appear  what seem to be shell-hilted cutlasses is on the title-page of a book published in 1673 (see the attachment). There is a heap of apparently seashell-hilted cutlasses in the foreground but it is clear that the hilts are rendered in a wrong version. The blades, however, are curved and with clipped point.

In or before 1978 the wreck of a flatboat was found in the lake what once was the Zuyderzee. This boat was full of arms and military equipment, destined for what were army outposts on islands against a possible French invasion in 1672. Among the cargo were four swords with seashell guards and straight blades. In the attachment are two archaeological drawings.

All this does not bring us definitive answers to the problem when we view the portrait of the French privateer l'Olonnais (spelled as Lolonois) in which he is holding a seashell-hilted cutlass with curved blade with clipped point. I do not know of the actual existence of such a sword - nowhere in the world. I dare not go so far as to suggest that swords of this type may be artists' impressions only but somehow it does feel that way!"

Jan Piet Puype.

In short, these are another variation of military broadsword that would have been common amongst the military armies of the first half of the 17th-century. While it is appealing to look at the portrait of the French privateer Lolonois as evidence that these swords have a naval connection, the unfortunate reality is that the artist likely never met his subject. Furthermore, he made a notable error in the sword's detailing; with the quillon and knucklebow reversed, the sword becomes impractical to wield. In conclusion, we see an artist's impression, not a historical representation.

In German and Dutch references, these swords are called houdegen or houwdegen, which translates to 'hewing sword'. Although short, their weight and broad, double-edged lenticular blades give these swords a no-nonsense functionality. A single fuller runs for the first 20% starting at the guard. The ricasso is a square block with two smaller side fullers running along its length. On both sides of the ricasso is a maker mark of a crown above an O and T. According to the Royal Armouries, this is the mark of a Spanish smith. However, I have seen one text attribute this to a Solingen swordsmith. Given that the blade has ME FECIT and SOLINGEN (Solingen Made Me) stamped into the fuller, it seems more likely that the stamp is either a copy of the Spanish maker mark or one unique to a Solingen blade maker.

The grip retains its' original wire and Turks head knots at each end. It has a pear-shaped pommel with a tang button on the top for the peen. Although I can't be sure, I expect the pommel is hollow, like we see on the Amsterdam Walloon swords.

The S-shaped crossguard and shell guard are two separate pieces that appear to have been forge-welded together. While the hilt and pommel on my sword are solid, the guard is loose. There probably used to be a fabric or leather washer between the blade shoulder and guard to hold them tight. On the inside of the guard, it continues to cover the thumb, curling around on itself to form a thumb ring. This combination of knuckle bow and shell guard offers the wielder a lot of hand protection.

Stats: Overall Length - 870 mm Blade Length - 725 mm Point of Balance - 90 mm Grip Length - 140 mm Inside Grip Length - 80 mm Weight - 900 grams

[neylo]

Opinions on this uniform? :3

Hussars. *takes a deep breath*

You know, there are things that you can't forgive under any circumstances in fashion and especially military fashion. And then there are hussars. As a branch of light cavalry, these were often lighter-built dudes (of course not always) who needed to get attention... somehow.

And somehow, they decided that braiding was the way. The more gold, the more Adidas. I mean, the more Hussar. Obviously, these guys had a reputation as womanisers and are you even surprised? It is a fucking pile of gold on a horse. What can be better than that?

Of course, this is a Colonel-General of the Hussars, so it means he needs a Colonel-general horse. That poor thing looks like it's wearing some kind of fancy BDSM gear mixed with Christmas decorations. Again, abomination, but all forgiven, because we are talking about a fucking hussar.

And then there are saddles. Which is a whole new chapter. Those fancy guys needed to put their fancy asses on something that wouldn't ruin the vibe. A leopard rug is obviously the manliest choice possible.

[dragoons-and-cookies]

Sully-sur-Loire 2023

[persophine]

HOW THEY REACT WHEN THEY FALL INLOVE AT FIRST SIGHT WITH YOU | PART 3 |- WINDBREAKER

Feat:(LIGHT CAVALRY) OWEN KNIGHT, HARRY SHEPHERD

[🥀]WARNING:YANDERE THEME, (MALE READER)

[🍁]WORDCOUNT: ???

•NOTES: I'll try to post as soon as possible. we need to move and post fast enough to keep the scenarios going.

__________________________________

🦋OWEN KNIGHT

Owen Knight had never believed in love at first sight. It was an unrealistic notion, something out of romance movies or fairy tales—not something that happened to him.

He had always been detached, analytical, and methodical in everything he did. Even when people admired him for his skill, his wealth, his appearance—none of it ever made his heart waver. The only person he ever truly cared about was Shelly, his childhood friend. That was why he had transferred to Sunny High in the first place.

But then he appeared.

Owen had just entered the school grounds, his posture relaxed, expression neutral as he scanned the area. The students whispered amongst themselves, stealing glances at him—some admiring his striking blue eyes and golden hair, others speculating about his reputation as the leader of Light Cavalry.

He ignored them all.

And then he saw him.

Owen stopped walking.

Something foreign, something dangerous coiled in his chest. His heart pounded against his ribs, his pulse hammering in his ears. His breath hitched. His entire body tensed, his usually sharp, calculating mind blanking for the first time in his life.

It was as if the air had been sucked out of his lungs.

Who… is that?

The thought was instinctive, desperate. He needed to know. Every fiber of his being screamed for it, an unfamiliar obsession igniting inside him.

And then—someone spoke his name.

"(Name)."

Owen latched onto it immediately, memorizing it, engraving it into his mind as if it were the most important thing he had ever learned.

"(Name)..."

He rolled the name over in his head, tasting it, savoring it. The way it sounded was perfect. He was perfect.

But then Owen’s gaze flickered toward the people around (name) close. They stood within arm’s reach, laughing, talking, stealing his attention.

Unacceptable.

Owen's fingers twitched at his side. A sharp, territorial heat burned through him, something primal and possessive curling around his thoughts.

He didn’t like this. He didn’t like it at all.

He wanted to be the only one who could stand beside (name). The only one allowed to bask in his warmth, to see his smiles, to hear the soft lilt of his voice. No one else had the right.

His stomach twisted, his mind already calculating—who were these people? Were they close to (name)? Did they matter? Would they be a problem?

The thought of anyone else holding (name's) attention for even a second made something dark stir in Owen’s chest. His jaw tightened, and a smirk curled at his lips—one that wasn’t his usual smug amusement.

They didn’t matter.

He would make sure of it.

(Name) was too pure, too kind, too gentle—someone like him shouldn’t be surrounded by just anyone. No, (name) needed someone who could protect him, who could shield him from the harshness of the world. Someone who understood him.

Someone like Owen.

His fingers curled into fists, his sharp blue eyes locked onto (name) with an intensity that would have unsettled anyone who noticed. (name)—sweet, oblivious, innocent (name) —was still talking to the other students, completely unaware of the storm he had just unleashed.

Owen’s smirk widened.

That’s fine.

Let him remain unaware for now. Let him continue smiling, continue existing in this fragile world of his.

Soon enough, he would realize the truth.

That no one would ever love him the way Owen could. That no one else was worthy of him.

And if anyone tried to take (name) away—if anyone so much as thought they had a place by his side—

Owen would erase them.

____________________________________

🦋HARRY SHEPHERD

The bustling streets of Seoul were alive with energy, a chaotic symphony of footsteps, car horns, and the chatter of countless pedestrians. Among the crowd was Harry Shepherd, a towering presence that turned heads wherever he walked. His blonde hair was pulled into a loose ponytail, and his blue eyes scanned the streets with mild boredom. He had come to Korea for a Light Cavalry event, but the city’s fast pace didn’t particularly interest him—until now.

As he turned a corner, his massive frame collided with someone smaller, softer. A delicate gasp left the stranger’s lips, and Harry instinctively reached out, catching them before they could stumble. The moment his large hands grasped their slender shoulders, time seemed to slow.

Harry had never been the type to believe in fate, but standing before him was a vision so ethereal, so breathtaking, that it momentarily robbed him of thought.

Harry Shepherd felt something alien—a deep, all-consuming hunger that had nothing to do with racing.

He didn’t hear the apologies leaving (name's) lips. He didn’t register the murmured gratitude as (name)gently stepped back, offering him a polite smile before attempting to continue on their way. No, all Harry could focus on was the suffocating, possessive urge coiling within his chest.

He had to have them.

Not in the way people usually meant. No, Harry didn’t just want to hold their hand or take them out for dinner. He wanted to know everything about them—what made them laugh, what made them cry, what made those cerulean eyes darken with fear or widen with delight. He wanted to be the only person they thought of, the only person they ever needed.

His lips curled into a grin, something sharp and dangerous. “Hey,” he rumbled, voice low yet oddly playful, “what’s your name, Monkey?”

(Name) blinked in confusion. “Monkey?”

Harry chuckled, placing a hand on his hip. “Yeah. You’re tiny compared to me.” That wasn’t true. (name) wasn’t particularly small—just smaller than him. But that didn’t matter. He needed something, anything, to keep this conversation going.

(Name) tilted their head slightly before offering a soft smile. “My name is (name) . I’m sorry for bumping into you. Were you hurt?”

Worried about me? Harry nearly shuddered. He liked that. He liked that a lot.

He shook his head. “Nah, you’d have to try harder than that to hurt me.” He let his eyes trail over (name's) figure, memorizing every detail. The curve of their jaw, the way their lips parted slightly, the faint scent of something sweet lingering in the air between them.

(Name) nodded politely. “That’s good to hear. I should get going, though. Have a good day.”

They turned, intent on walking away.

A dark shadow passed over Harry’s face. No. No, no, no. You can’t just leave like that. We just met.

His hand shot out, fingers curling around (name's) wrist before they could disappear into the crowd. (name)stiffened, their cerulean eyes widening just a fraction as they looked up at him. Harry’s grip wasn’t tight—not yet—but it was firm enough to halt their movements.

“Wait,” he murmured, his usual loud and brash demeanor taking a darker turn. “You’re not just gonna leave me hanging, are you?”

(Name) smile wavered slightly, though their expression remained composed. “I don’t mean to be rude, but I have somewhere to be.”

Harry’s heart pounded, a sick sort of thrill rushing through him. They’re trying to leave me. They think they can just walk away.

His grin widened. “Then I’ll come with you.”

(Name) expression became wary. “You don’t even know where I’m going.”

Harry leaned in slightly, his sheer size making the space between them feel smaller, more suffocating. “Doesn’t matter. Wherever you go, I wanna be there too.”

(Name) tensed. They were perceptive—Harry could tell. They knew something was off.

Harry wasn’t stupid. He knew he had to tread carefully. He didn’t want to scare them off—not yet. No, he needed to do this right. If he came on too strong, they’d run. And if they ran, well… Harry didn’t trust himself not to chase.

Forcing himself to loosen his grip, he chuckled and ran a hand through his long blond hair. “Kidding. Mostly.” He tilted his head. “But seriously, lemme at least walk with you. It’s not every day I meet someone as interesting as you.”

(Name) hesitated. Their instincts told them to refuse, Harry could see it in their eyes. But at the same time, something about his forwardness made it difficult to simply brush him off.

Finally, (name) exhaled softly. “Alright. Just for a little while.”

Harry grinned, his heart thundering in triumph.

This was just the beginning.

He walked beside (name) , his steps matching theirs effortlessly. But in his mind, he was already ten steps ahead, already planning. He needed to learn more. Needed to know where they lived, who they spent time with, what their habits were.

And, most importantly…

How to make them his, completely and utterly.

_______________________________

NEXT??

[dorayakichan]

you’re one of the first wb writers that write for the girls & im so glad 😭 they deserve sm 🫶 may I req dating hcs w kaneshiro, shelly & noah? thank you!

Windbreaker characters: Dating headcanon

Pairing: Kaneshiro, Shelly and Noah x gn!reader

Fluff

Kaneshiro

First of you should go and start thanking the Heavens up above for giving you the possibility to date such a goddess. Like have you seen that girl? She is a hell of a fine woman, too fine like I want to be the ground she steps on, kind of fine. (excuse my inability to control my inner simp from showing. I can’t bear keeping my love for her to myself. Let us continue then….)

Kaneshiro might appear as cold and unapproachable to most, but that is not the case for you, her lover. She is always soft, maybe even way too soft with you. No matter what you do, say, or act she is always going to give in to you. Maybe because she finds you cute. But I mean that was the whole reason this woman even decided to give you the time of day in the first place because you are cute. So that is to be expected. 

She is gentle and mature but extremely harsh, having been through so many hardships all of those years it is obvious it has made her that way. Although she is extremely kind only to you when needed, there are moments when she will bluntly tell you if what you are doing, thinking, or saying is in her opinion wrong. But that is also what you like about her. Her bluntness. Her way of speaking the truth when it needs to be said.

Despite her calm exterior, you can notice how her pupils expand a little when her eyes fall on your smiling face or how her fingers linger a little longer on your face after sharing a kiss. 

You can see a shift in her energy everytime you both go on dates, the excitement that only you can notice. How she adores it the most when you take her to a theme park, although there are no words spoken you notice everything, the rides she likes, the ones she doesn’t, when she wants to eat, and when she doesn’t. 

These gestures of yours are never left unnoticed by her. She appreciates and loves it so much and that is also why she never mentions it, hoping you don’t understand that she has already caught you and that you won’t stop acting that way. 

When it comes to your intimate moments well this woman is the leader inside and outside the bedroom and well you are fine with that. The way she kisses and holds you is so sweet and warm that you can notice how much she cares and wants you by her side. 

There are times when her hugs are stronger and more profound than usual, that’s because she feels afraid, afraid to lose another important person in her life. If only you could reassure her that you will never leave her side and nothing bad will happen to you. So instead you kiss her and tell her that it will be fine. Hoping that fate is on the same page as you.

Shelly

Well if you are dating Shelly good luck surviving through Owen's constant interruptions of every date or time alone you have together, her father’s constant death threats, and her grandfather’s glaring stares every time you cross paths. 

Yes, you will be having a hard time dating this woman. But let’s accept it she had a hard time chasing you too. It was her persistence and care that made you fall so hard for her. Now it’s time for you to work hard and get her family to accept your relationship. 

Shelly can comfort and help you like no other. She listens, understands, and knows just the right words to say so she can help you go through even the darkest of times. She is always there, reaching her hand out to you while smiling brightly, making you able to see that there is more to this world than just hardships and sadness. Her love and care for you is unconditional. 

That doesn’t mean that she is strong and doesn’t need someone to be there for her too. So as much as she cares and gives to you, you should try your best to give back to her. 

Shelly is the jealous type. And she will admit it, maybe not in an overbearing kind of way but in more of a calm one in the beginning. She will act in ways to make you see that she is jealous and if you don’t notice she will ask you about the other person and what you think of them. 

She knows you love her and care for her but she will have her moments of insecurity where she will feel like you don’t care anymore about her and in those moments you will need to reassure her that you only love her and that she is the only one for you.

Shelly will be the one suggesting to go on dates and even deciding where and when. As she knows your food preferences, sometimes she will try to adjust to that so you can also enjoy your favorite kind of food. Because she loves you so much, if you ask her to try it even if she hates it she will try it for you.

One thing you need to know is that she is extremely affectionate and her love language is touch, so don’t be surprised when she holds your hand out of nowhere or when she grabs onto your arm putting her head on your shoulder while telling you how much she wants to go somewhere only with you where you both can enjoy some time together in each-others presence away from everything.

Shelly although she doesn’t seem like it, she is shy about kissing you, but that changes only if you are shyer than her. Then she knows she has to take the lead so she leans to kiss you first whenever the chance arises. 

If you are the one to kiss her first, that will make this girl's whole day. You initiating any kind of intimate contact will make her brain and heart explode from happiness, surprise, and excitement. Yep, she is starved for your love as she is always the one to show it first so you better do justice to our girl Shelly and shower her with your love and affection.

Noah

Dating Noah feels like dating a kid with tantrums and an extremely colorful vocabulary. Let’s accept it though you find it funny and are always trying to keep your laugh when she is in that kind of mood. You know that it’s all an act to keep her true kind hearted self from showing. 

She doesn’t want to seem weak even in a relationship with you so although less than with other people she still acts tough. Yet you wish she wouldn’t try so hard to hide her true self from you. You came to terms with the fact that that’s how she feels the most comfortable so you just accept it now. There are times when you also purposely tease her, just to see her throwing those cute tantrums of hers. 

By the way, you are the only one who thinks her angry temper is cute no one else does, and once when you mentioned this to Harry and Owen they looked at you as if you had gone mad. Yep, no one gets it. Because you are the one dating her, and that means that even if very slightly she won’t be as mean and angry at you as she is to other people.

You are also the only person who can stop her from throwing tantrums and that is whenever you kiss her, hug her, say something sweet and unexpected to her, or cook food for her. Then when you do one of these things she will not only quiet down but she will be more affectionate towards you. That’s right you are the only one who knows how to handle Noah and the only one allowed to act with her like that.

Deep down Noah has a fragile heart and you know that more than anyone else as you have seen her break down once after you both fought and you suggested breaking up. After that day you have been more careful with your words, and you’re kinder and even calmer because now you know.

Noah loves it when you take her on dates, especially dates that involve food. Despite the fact that she doesn’t say it, she loves how sometimes you share your food with her, how you go and buy a bunch of all the things she likes, and how you even feed her when she is too immersed in her phone. 

She, like Shelly, is also extremely shy about kissing and intimate moments. A great opportunity for you to tease her to your heart's content, which you never miss. Seeing her blushy state and then getting a cute glare from her makes you want to kiss her even more and well we know how it all ends up after that…..

[saruthesimp]

I WAS WONDERING WHY SHE LOOKS FAMILIAR

[awallofswords]

Great video by Pin & swords on the French Year IX and XI light cavalry sabres.

[pinturasdeguerra]

1797 01 14 Rivoli, Húsar captura bandera de Austria - Edouard Detaille

[krautjunker]

[shintaru]

Spank me, slap me, choke me, bite me

M.list ♡ taglist

You walked in on Chris stretching after a training session. Only being able to focus on his ass. You never noticed he had such a nice butt before. Especially his slutty waist… the things this man does to you for just existing. He doesn’t even try to make you feel the way that he doesn’t need to simply looking at him is enough to make your thoughts unholy.

You walk over to him letting him know your there by giving him a firm slap to the ass Not being able to help yourself from acting upon your impulsive urges. He turns around looking down at you with a devious smile. “Your ass is going to be sore after pulling that little stunt” he says.

Realizing that you didn’t think of the consequences for your actions you step back putting your hands up in defeat. “I was just playing around” you tell him hoping he won’t be too harsh with you.

After knowing Chris for so long you know two things one he doesn’t take anything lightly it’s all or nothing and two he really likes to eat. Besides he’s huge compared to you…you don’t want to imagine what it’s like for him to slap your ass you already know what the outcome would be for that.

You try turning on your heels and making a run for it hoping he won’t be able to catch you. But you’re wrong he has you bent over the couch in his grasp in a matter of seconds. “What are you doing?” You ask nervously.

“Returning the favor, I’m gonna leave that ass of yours red think you can handle that?” He says bending down right next to your ear. You swallow the lump in your throat nervously trying to pull out of his grasp. “Where do you think you’re going we’re just getting started” he says while landing a harsh smack to your ass making you yell out. “I’m sorry, I won’t do it again I just couldn’t help myself” you say.

Letting you go Chris says “If you slap my ass again without asking your ass won’t be the only thing that’s sore when I get done with you” Let’s say you learned your lesson in an interesting way but it was worth it. Who knew he’d get so worked up over a little smack.

Dedications @cozyunderworld @rossesnd

I’ll post the Jiho version when I have time.

[cozyunderworld]

YUM YUM YUM

Google: How to become a burger 🍔😖

[blue-and-gilt]

Napoleonic era French light cavalry officers' sabre with the à la Marengo style hilt

This style of sabre hilt, with the rounded langets and semi-S shaped guard. Is one of two types that are associated with the la Marengo type. The other has a similar cross guard but a pommel cap that bends towards the knuckle bow, decorated with a lions' face.

These styles are said to have gained popularity following Consular Napoleon's victory over the Austrians in Jun 1800 at the Battle of Marengo. French sword cutlers purportedly drew their inspiration from the sabre carried by Napoleon during the campaign.

It has been claimed that only officers who had participated in the battle were permitted to carry this style of hilt, however this is unlikely to have been true, given the number of surviving examples.

This sword carries a Solingen made 'export' blade with generic engraving that would originally have been highlighted in gold on a background of blue.

Stats: Overall Length - 935 mm Blade Length - 795 mm Curve - 54 mm Point of Balance - 140 mm Grip Length - 125 mm Inside Grip Length - 105 mm Weight - 700 grams

[yr-hen-ogledd]

Starting 2024 with horsies!

Like with many people, my 2023 was a bit of a disaster on account of Reasons and left very little energy for hobby stuff. I'm hoping to have a much more productive 2024 and be much more active on here!

Thracians are always my go-to when the hobby batteries are dead, so I converted these guys based on the Victrix Greek light cav. They're mostly done, but waiting on basing until I've got a few more done.