#yes princess has 4 arms and the lower ones are shorter than the upper

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heai look at my regretevator oc. Princess is named Princess and only goes by Princess's name :3 no pronouns, no gender, only Princess. i have so much facts and lore for Princess you can ask if u want either in my askbox or the comments if ur interested... pls be interested i adore Princess w my LIIIFEEEE!!! trust ill answer ANYTHING (almost anything, don't be weird. obvi.) there are so many 'princess' in this post but i wouldnt have it any other way

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Work Out: Chapter 4

A/N: After a well deserved mental break, I was finally able to get this done. It’s bit shorter than i had hoped [by like 200 words] but hey it’s good. And you get to see the protective side of Flo. Let me know if you’d like to be tagged, spots are always available! Without further ado, here we go!

Word Count: 3.8k [woooo!]

Warnings: Sexual themes [Wrap it before you tap it! Being on the pill still doesn’t prevent pregnancies. ALWAYS USE PROTECTION]

Romanian Translations [loosely from google translate]:

uimitor. Ai fost uimitor {amazing. You were amazing}

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5 am. Who in the hell gets up at 5 freakin am to work out? Hell, I’m a trainer and I don’t even get up at that hour. Mostly 9 am, be at the gym at like 10:30, but not no 5.

This man is trying to kill me, especially after that kiss last night. I couldn’t get it out of my head. His lips were so soft and mesmerizing. The way he held my body close to his, being cautious so that he wouldn’t try to break me. It made me feel so secure, for the first time in years. My hands didn’t know what else to do but to hold his face in my hands and just rub my thumbs against his cheek.

It was like we were meant to be together. We fit like a puzzle and it was amazing.

Groaning gently, sitting up a bit to take in the scenery of the room, I noticed to my left that the bed was empty and cold. I was about to call out his name till I saw a light. Adjusting my eyes to the warm sun that started to creep up and over the clouds, I heard the shower running.

Curiosity got the best of me. Slipping out of his bed; slyly moving towards the door, I slipped inside and leaned against the counter. Just admiring his physique through the clear glass, which I’m thankful that it wasn’t frosted. Thinking about how the water cascades on his muscles, the curve of his ass was glorious.

Debating on joining him, contemplating my next move as I slipped off the large red shirt, I could only think about how hot it would be to shower with him. A Romanian god, that is.

“Are you going to join me draga? Or are you just going to stare at me?” His deep baritone took me out of my space. Locking eyes with him for the first time since last night, I slowly shimmied out of my Victoria Secret sports bra. The matching boy shorts trailed after in a pile, I moved towards the glass and slid the door open.

The look he gave me was glorifying. His strong hands latched onto my hips, pulling me closer to his body. Moving them along my back, mkay admiring me in his presence.

“He’s a fool.” That’s all he could say before kissing me once more. His tongue fought for dominance with mine, I challenged him by tugging on his bottom plump lip with my teeth. Once the kiss broke, I began dragging my nails along his back, he laced his fingers in my braids and tugged a bit. Causing my neck to be exposed, he latched his lips onto it and just went to town.

“Florian…” I groaned out gently, as I felt his tongue lick a protruding vein in my neck. The act alone caused my knees to buckle, my whole being was covered in a euphoric ambiance.

The sound of his name escaping my lips stirred him on even more, lifting me up by my thighs to wrap around his waist. Resting my head against him, our breathes mingling as one, he smirked gently.

“Do we really have to to do this now, Flo?”

“I mean, you’re already up here, and you look so good enough to eat.” He placed heat searing kisses on my breasts, trailing them back up to my neck. Earning another shiver from me, as he moved his hips back and forth against mine.

Without missing a beat, giving him consent, he slid his very impressive dick into my hot wanting pussy. The action alone, caused my breath to hitch at the sudden girth of him.

Never in my days of living on this god forsaken planet, have I ever had a man of his stature make my body hum in delight. He must’ve caught on because, he attempted to sooth me by kissing me.

“God damn, you’re thicker than I thought.”

“You’re tighter than I imagined, draga.”

Once I fully adjusted to his size, my head stayed connected to his. Looking deep into his green hazel eyes, I saw the determination of a great man and skillful lover all in one.

“Well I will say this- holy shit.” He cut me off by moving his thumb against my throbbing clit, at a rapid pace. My nails clawed at his shoulders, gasping sharply.

“What was that, draga?” His voice was hot and heavy in my ear, as I squeezed around him tightly. Tightening my legs around his back to attempt to have him closer. Thank god for being on the pill.

“I-I was trying to say that, Jake has nothing on you~” Whispering against his full reddened lips, he let out a gentle moan as if he was called to shore by a siren. Entranced by the sound and movement.

“I know he doesn’t. He doesn’t know what he had.” He held the back of my head, pulled me into a heated kiss.

The way he moved his hips against mine, made everything else seem obsolete. It was as if the lovers of my past didn’t matter, ceased to exist.

The kiss grew more dominate; his movements were sharper and harder, our heartbeats were synced. My nails scratching down his back this time, rewarding myself with a gasp from him this time.

“Is papa bear getting close? Cause I feel it.” I nibbled on his ear a little, and he held my hips tighter. Slamming into me against the cold wall. The water shifted to cold but we didn’t care. I let out a pleasant squeal, rolling my hips into his.

“I should be asking you that, mama bear.” He chuckled lowly with me, and made his lower half roll into me like a snake. The next thing I know, my tongue was grazing his neck and I placed a hickey right below his ear and it drove him crazy. His grip on my hips once again, tightened.

“I’m so close princess, I can feel you shaking in my arms. Just let it go.” Once he licked the outer shell of my ear, I let my release take over.

The dam broke, making my whole being going limp but my legs were locked. His release soon followed, kissing me to clam is both down. Sliding out from me, he let me down gently, still having me close to his slick body.

“That was-”

“uimitor. Ai fost uimitor.” I mumbled softly, with a gentle smile on my face. He kissed my head without a care in the world.

“The water got cold. But luckily there’s another shower head that runs off of a another heater. What do you say, to actually getting clean to go work out?” Handing me a loofah, he moved out the way so I could get ready first.

“Deal.”

-15 Min later-

“How do you like your eggs?” Looking through the hotel menu for breakfast food, I also slid on my Lion King themed tank top.

“Scrambled, with cheese. And a side of you.” He wrapped his strong arms around me from behind, feeling his muscular torso on my back again. Giggling like a schoolgirl.

“That was corny, but cute. You’ve been hanging around Michael a lot, I can tell.” Placing a kiss upon his flustered red cheeks, I went on ahead and placed the room service order.

“Yes I do. He’s a good friend he only wants what best for you.”

“I know he does. Because Jake keeps texting him about me.”

The room went dead silent. Only noise that could be heard was the sound of our breathing, and the music from the radio. The look on his face was enraged and full of frustration.

“Florian. I need you to calm down for me, please?” Gently rubbing his muscular back to keep him centered, I noticed that he eased up a bit and allowed me to kiss the middle of his back.

“Come on. We can chill before breakfast gets here.” Sliding off my leggings, only leaving my black and white body suit on, I crawled back into the hotel bed and waited for him.

“Gege, look up.” He muttered a little, getting my full undivided attention, he snapped a picture of me. Feeling the heat creep up my face, I hid in the pillow.

“Florian! Ok it’s only fair that I take a pic of you for my Instagram. What time is your session again?”

Having him go towards the balcony to get a good morning shot, he had his blue denim shirt open. His hat was on backwards; his grey sweatpants were low and he had mug coffee in hand. Must’ve made himself some with the room machine.

“Not till 10:30. We’ve got about an hour or so left.” Smiling for me with his pearly whites, I got the perfect shot I needed.

“Got it. What shall we do for the next hour or so?” Sauntering back into the room, I was pulled back by a set of strong hands. I yelped a bit mad turned around in his arms.

“I can think of a few things.” Kissing me harder again, he laid me down on the bed and made up for the extra time. I sure as hell wasn’t complaining.

-1 Hour and 45 min later-

“We doing quads today? Cause the more I stretch, the better I’ll be for my BlackLight Run tonight.” I was curious mostly because he was doing upper body and I needed to work on my legs anyway

You see there’s this thing called a BlackLight Run that I do every year in nearby states and cities. The atmosphere is live and filled with so many good vibes. I’m just glad that dance practice was cancelled, in order for me to go.

Working on my legs a bit on the leg press, I couldn’t help but stare at my new found friend. He has an ass of a god. Perfectly sculpted in marble; the curves in the right angles, sweat falling into the right crevices and just looking all kinds of good.

“Damn boy, you look good enough to eat.” I had no shame, I don’t think anyone would.

“Who me? Nah baby girl, it’s you who looks good enough to eat. Besides, It was I who ate you out how many times?” Oh he was being slick with it. The way he presented himself was dominating but caring at the same time. That delicious smirk he gave me was enough to make me cum, right then and there.

The heat in my cheeks returned, and traveled down my body, causing me to shiver.

Watching him head towards the mats to do push ups, he signaled me to come over. On instinct I sat with my legs crossed on his back, watching him in the mirror going up and down as I helped him count.

“Listen, we need a proper night to make love. Fucking is fun and all, but I need to be wined and dined a bit. I know you can do that for me?” Biting my lip a bit, he growled at me in a playful manner, causing a laugh to erupt from my full lips. He stopped mid way, I slid off, and he stood proud to catch his breath.

“I can definitely do that for you prinţesă. I’d do anything for you and you know that. 2nd date night should be somewhere fun.” Kissing my head, he made me feel complete all over again. Is there anything this man couldn’t do to get me to not fall for him? Picking me up again, he nuzzled his nose with mine.

“Goofball. Listen, I was thinking maybe you should teach me how to box?”

“Oh? Why the sudden interest?”

Setting me down back to earth, he made his way to the basketball courts.

“Well, I know how Mandy has been getting on my last nerves?” I followed behind keeping the conversation at bay.

“Yeah I do, along with Jake too. If there’s anything I can do to help let me know ok?” The look he gave me was full of sincerity and hope.

“I will.”

The vibration of my phone broke my concentration with his eyes. Turns out, it was the notifications popping up from Instagram.

“Looks like we got some admirers on our matching posts, and a few toads.” Scoffing at the response in my comments, I knew a few people would rain on our parade. Majority were ecstatic even.

“Let me guess, Jake and Mandy? Figures, can’t let two people enjoy one another in peace.” He bounced the ball around the court a bit, making a few baskets.

“Lord and lady of the toads themselves. I can’t wait for this divorce to go through.” I sighed deeply, watching Florian run back and forth.

“You and me both. I can’t wait to have you fully to myself, more than I do now.” He gave my ass a good smack, that echoed around the room. I groaned and squealed at the same time and caught him laughing at me. Rubbing my now sore cheeks, I stretched again.

“Technically it’ll be our 3rd date, I’m counting this as date number 2.” Snatching the ball from him, he looked like a deer in headlights.

“How about date number 4? I’m going with you to the run tonight, so it’s number 3 Don’t need you running in the dark with some randoms.” He did have a point. I would get cat called at the races I do every year, and it would be a nice change of pace for me to have him there.

“Deal.” Crossing the ball between my legs, doing a few lay ups, I saw him give me a look. Not just any look, the look of domination. The look a lion preys on a gazelle, before they pounce.

“Wanna play or just stare at me like you’re hungry, Mufasa?” I challenged him a bit. The fire in his eyes burned bright within the green and hazel.

“Bring it on Sarabi. We playing Horse by the way. If I win, you have to spend the night again. You’re great at cuddling.” He smiled at me with pure determination and triumph. He exuded so much strength and charisma, that any woman would love to bring him home.

“Ok, ok. If I win, you have to cook me a traditional Romanian dish at my house. I haven’t even had a proper house warming yet, and I think a good old fashioned dinner will do. I’ll even help you.” I offered with so much gusto that he too was surprised by my interest.

“Deal. Bring it on.” He tried to lunge for the ball, I moved backwards and went for my shot.

“Nuh uh pretty boy.” Shooting the basket, making it in, i imitated the crowd cheering.

“You got lucky. Now it’s my turn.” Grabbing the ball, he bounded it against the linoleum court, eyeing me up and down. I lunged this time around and missed, he made a basket.

“Cheater. Now it’s on.”

The game went on for about an hour and a half. It was tied up for a bit, we both had up until the letter ‘s’ in horse. Only thing left to do was shoot at the same time, with a different color ball for me.

“Ready?” I bounced the ball and looked at him curiously. With a nod from him, we both got into place.

“As I’ll ever be Draga. And go!” We both shot our baskets and watched carefully as mike made it into the hoop first.

“Yes! I win! Oh shit I win! I beat the great Florian Munteanu at basketball.” I ran a lap around the gym, with so much excitement.

The act alone caused Florian to chuckle his infamous laugh, and catch me in another bear hug.

“Yeah, yeah. Ok, a deal's a deal. We get to cook a traditional Romanian dinner together. At your house, next week.” He set me down and kissed my forehead sweetly.

“Deal. Now let’s get ready for this race tonight.”

-3.5 miles later-

Covered from head to toe in neon glow powered; surrounded by glow lights and neon paint, the vibe just felt right and I loved it all. Over the last few years, I would try to get Jake to run with me. He would tell me it was childish and pointless.

It broke my heart that he wouldn’t do anything I enjoyed, I would always do the things he wanted. With the divorce coming up, it was my freedom parade. It was my chance to be happy again and I deserve every minute of it. Getting that medal, was worth it along with the photos we took. Of course he signed a few autographs but not too many, he wanted to get back to me.

Doing this with Florian meant the world to me. I couldn’t have asked for a better person to join me on this journey. Seeing him in a BlackLight Run shirt, eight he sleeves cut off and just looking all kinds of good in his paint. He offered to hold me on his shoulders but I didn’t want to be annoying for everyone else at the party.

Making it back to the car, thankfully we had towels inside, I noticed his demeanor shifted again.

“Flo? Is everything alright?” I was driving down the highway, back to his hotel, and I saw him on the phone.

“I’m not sure if you��d consider Michael saying he got a hold of Jake, alright prinţesă.” His nostrils flared, his chest heaved in vexation. I could tell what he was planning on doing.

“How about you go meet meet up with Mike and I’ll apologize to Sandro and Masias for holding you hostage all day.” Turning the car off, I looked towards him for confirmation.

“Are you sure? Because I just catch him tomorrow-”

“Baby boy, go handle your business. Baby girl can handle herself here and hold down the fort. Besides one more night with you is all I need, plus you can stay with me after you check out.” He looked so relieved to hear me say that I’d be ok by myself. Giving me a sweet kiss, he sauntered off into the night with determination in his step, driving off in my Range Rover.

“Mmm. That boy can walk!” Slipping into the room again, I wondered what he was going to do with Mike to handle Jake.

-Florian’s P.O.V-

“So let me get this straight; he asked you to meet him at his restaurant to talk. Knowing it would get back to Geneva.” I was already not in the mood for his fuckboy shit. It was late and I needed to get back to Geneva.

“Yeah. But I don’t think he thought it would get back to you. She did give me the green light to jack him up a bit, but said you get the first punch.” Michael  messed with the toothpick in his mouth, watching the place clear out a little.

“Oh really? Well he’s gonna end up in the hospital if he talks shit.” I could feel the triumphant smile, spread across my face then disappear when I see the snake himself.

He sauntered towards us both, a shocked expression on his face appeared because he saw me. Good to know I got him scared.

“Well, well, well. Mike, I thought this was just gonna be us two for this discussion.” Jake scoffed at me.

I wish I could break his skull, but I’m pretty sure I can’t yet. No matter how hard I want to.

“Cut the shit Jake. You know damn well if anything is pertaining to Geneva, nowadays, you get us both. Now talk.” Nodding along side with Michael, I was leaning against the bar. Trying my very hardest to not punch the piece of shot human being in the face.

“Fine. Seeing as though my last encounter with my wife-”

“Ex wife.” We both interjected, with pride.

“Whatever. I asked her to give me more money for my alimony, cause Mandy and I have a baby.” He continued on and didn’t feel any remorse. I couldn’t believe it, this little shit got some nerve.

“You’re a bigger piece of shit than I thought. What kind of man would ask his ex wife, to pay, for raising his new not child? That he had with someone else?” I couldn’t take it anymore with his condescending ass mouth.

Mike himself looked just as shocked with my rebuttal. I guess you could say I hang around him a lot.

“Wait you asked her that? You’re a sorry piece of shit man. I should deck you right now, because last time I checked you blamed her for the loss of y’all baby.” Mike got in his face this time.

“If you don’t get out of my face, I’ll show you what I’m about.” Jake gave him a once over before before I pulled them apart.

The one who was more heated than ever, was me. I care so much for Geneva that I can’t stand to see this low life take over hers.

“I’m only gonna say this once, and I’m not gonna say it again.” This time it was me who got in his face.

“If I ever catch you around her again, I’ll make sure you end up in the hospital.” I growled through my teeth to make myself clear before heading out. Mike followed in tow, before I heard Jake open his mouth.

“Oh please. She has more class than that, to leave trade in a Lamborghini for what? A Hummer? Ha! Please.” Without even thinking, glancing at Mike for clearance, I grabbed Jake by his suit jacket and held him against  the the glass wall. Lifting him up a bit off the ground.

“You chose to make me mad huh? Big mistake.” Setting him down, my right fist came in contact with his gut and his face.

Watching him crumple in feat a bit made my day. I kneeled in front of him and patted his face.

“Put some ice on that. Oh and I’m more of a Dodge Challenger, cause at least I’m more reliable and not rented for the time being.”

Heading out the restaurant, I high fives Mike and felt prideful that I was able to protect Geneva’s honor.

“You on for game night next week?” I asked curiously.

“No doubt. Geneva’s right?” With an arched brow Mike smiled at his phone, must’ve been from his girl.

“The very place. See you soon.” Making my way towards my car, I texted Geneva that I was on my way home. She’s gonna have a filled day with this.

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Review: Nendoroid More “Dress Up Wedding” & “Dress up Wedding - Elegant Ver.”

In my desperate need for suits to dress up the ‘Joker Game’ cast another thing I tried out was Nendoroid More Dress Up Wedding & Dress Up Wedding - Elegant Ver. (below in official photos).

So let’s start with the review and check these cute little boxes.

In“Dress Up Wedding” there were meant to be 6 of them (2 for the tuxedo 4 for the dresses), in “Dress up Wedding - Elegant Ver.” there were meant to be 8 (4 for the tuxedo 4 for the dresses).

As you can see the “Dress up Wedding - Elegant Ver.” even out the number of male tuxedos. Too bad there’s not a “Dress up Suits” version which does the same with the female suits.

Anyway mind you, this time didn’t buy the full boxes as I managed to have the chance to buy only the tiny boxes that are inside the full boxes.

So how can I successfully review them?

Easy enough. In regard to the tuxedo for the male Nendo… well, although we’ve two Tux in the first box and 4 in the second, fundamentally it’s always the same tux and only the colours change. In regard to the dresses for the female Nendo… Well even though we’ve 4 in the first box and 4 in the second… in truth there are two and only two different dresses whose colour scheme changes 4 times so as to create the illusion of 8 different dresses.

The colour scheme is something you can easily figure out from the official pictures so… fundamentally to review the whole two boxes I would need only three samples from them, one for the males and two for the females (I’ve 8 though, 5 males and 3 females).

First of all, like in the Nendoroid More “Dress Up Suits” those sets don’t include heads, therefore you need to already have Nendo on whom to try out those clothes or you won’t do much with them (I’m posting only one photo but I think you can get it anyway).

Same as the Nendoroid More “Dress Up Suits” each figure is provided with a neck joint, just in case you need one. Personally I think extra never hurts.

Now I’ll talk first about the dresses.

Goodsmile divides the dresses in standard wedding dresses (the ones with the bouquet) and princess style wedding dresses (the ones without bouquet and with the crown).

Let’s start with the things they’ve in common.

As usual they’re placed in the boxes wrapped by bubble wrap and then each piece is placed in a plastic bag.

Plastic is also used to protect the joints.

(By the way, you might have noticed that, if it doesn’t hold the bouquet, the pose feels a little off… though it’s not big deal and can still work)

You might have already noticed something interesting here. There’s no stand.

In fact the gown is so large it will balance your Nendo well enough it can stand on its own so there’s no stand and no hole in the back of each Nendo.

The downside of this? If you want to swap the upper part of the Nendo with another Nendo that’s not from the “Dress Up Wedding” series (for example you want to use it as a top) you will have no way to attach it to a stand.

So while it’s nice not to have to deal with a hole in the back… it might make troublesome to use just the upper parts of the wedding dresses with other clothes.

Now, if you’re curious here are the pieces that form a dress.

I’ll show you also details of the corolla as it’s really cute.

There are instructions on how you wear the corolla, but the gist of it is that you insert it in between the two pieces that make the hair of a Nendo… which means if your Nendo’s hair has an odd shape the corolla won’t fit… which is a pity.

Also adorable is the bouquet.

You place it in between the Nendo’s hands so it’s not like it’s really grabbing it so it’s not like you can use another Nendo’s ‘grabbing hand’ to hold it.

On the back there’s a delicious ribbons and the lace for the top of the dress. The details are really lovely!

It’s worth to note though that this is a dress for girls with a flat chest.

Personally I think an optional part for the top that would fit also for girls who’re not with a flat chest would have been appreciated… but this isn’t really a problem as you can cover the chest up with the bouquet a little so it won’t be really noticeable.

The problems arise more when you instead try the princess dress.

The princess dress is clearly not for girls with a flat chest and in it too there’s not replacement part for who’s instead flat. There’s also no way to hide the chest. So if you plan to use it on a notoriously known girl with flat chest… it’ll look like she grew breasts all of sudden.

There’s no ribbon behind this dress as it already has one on the front but I think it’s beautiful how the lower gown is translucent.

I didn’t take pictures of the crown as it didn’t impress me much and it’s worn like the corolla.

Overall they’re all lovely and well detailed but, as there are no optional arms they can’t really pose in many different ways and swapping parts between them would create really odd multicoloured dresses so it wouldn’t matter a lot if they had placed the arms in different poses in each princess dress… though since the wedding dresses don’t have sleeves or gloves… well having the arms in different poses might have been nice. But I guess it’s not so hard to find naked arms in different poses so this is not a problem for them.

So yes, again the weak one is the princess dress, who requires a Nendo with breasts and don’t really allow you to place its arms in many poses as you can use only its own unless you decide to give up on gloves and sleeves and replace them with some naked arms.

I guess the only thing that can be successfully swapped among all those dresses are the bouquets and the corollas and crowns.

Still… I love them. They’re beautiful and detailed and, even if so far I don’t have girls, I bought them anyway in hope I’ll get girls on which to try them on.

And now… the tuxedos.

First of all let me voice my delusion for how they’re fundamentally always the same dress in different colour, with no optional arms to swap so as to change pose. The “Dress up Wedding - Elegant Ver.” box evened the number of the tuxedos with the one of the dresses but didn’t turn them into prince clothes so as to match the princess dresses. It’s always the same tuxedo. Pity.

Also, you might have noticed that, differently from the dresses, the tuxedos have a stand as they’re unable to stand on their own… but we’ll talk about the stands in a while.

Now in this review I’m going to compare the tuxedo with the suit in the “Dress up Suits” version. Why? You’ll see soon. By the way, I’ll use the tuxed of the “Dress Up Wedding” series but keep in mind that the tuxedo of the “Dress up Wedding - Elegant Ver.” is ABSOLUTELY the same in all the details, and the only differences are in how they’re coloured.

From the official pictures you can see already the two are different. The jacket of the “Dress up Suits” version is laced and we can see no vest under it (though in the “Dress up Suits” box there’s also a suit that’s not wearing the jacket but only the vest so it’s up to speculation if the vest is below the jacket.)

The jacket of the tux is clearly longer.

I’ll let you know the vest is also longer than the one of the “Dress up Suits” box with only the vest.

The tie of the “Dress Up Wedding” version is more poofy and elegant than the one of the “Dress up Suits” version, which however comes with a clip. Same number of buttons for both jackets while the vest of the “Dress up Suits” version has more buttons despite being shorter.

The collar of the “Dress Up Wedding” version is a little less marked of the one of the “Dress up Suits” version. It might be they were trying to make it a wing collar, which would suit the fact this one is a tuxedo… but since the whole thing is so terribly tiny it’s hard to say.

The sleeves of the shirt are visible in the “Dress Up Wedding” version, which is a really nice detail and a pity they hadn’t included it in the “Dress up Suits” version.

As usual there are no replacement parts and, while in the “Dress up Suits” version this could be compensated a little by switching the arms of the male suit with the ones of the female suit and moving the grabbing hand from a suit to another, in the “Dress Up Wedding” version no change can be made which is a pity.

Overall though you might not think the differences are a big deal, right?

So let’s look at them a little deeper and see what are the main flaws the “Dress Up Wedding” version has and that the “Dress up Suits” version misses.

To do so, let’s watch in deep at them by disassembling them. Here you are.

Observe the pants.

The “Dress Up Wedding” version is missing a belt but it’s not a big deal. Even if it had had it, it would have been covered by the vest. What’s a really big deal are the legs.

The one in the “Dress up Suits” version have a ball join that allow some minimal mobility. The one in the “Dress Up Wedding” version doesn’t. They seemed to have it in the official photo but in the end they didn’t include it and so the legs can’t be moved, at all (fine, you can rotate it but that’s all). In short they’re so static they could almost be a single piece with the pelvis.

Now… the “Dress Up Wedding” version is the 4th set in the Nendoroid more dress up series and the “Dress up Suits” version is the 5th, so it would be nice if we could think of this as an improvement implemented for the “Dress up Suits” set and, while we’ll lament the lack of it in the “Dress Up Wedding” set… well, we could wave it off with an ‘it couldn’t be helped, at the time it didn’t dawn on them’.

The problem comes up with the “Dress up Wedding - Elegant Ver.” series which also doesn’t have leg joints. The “Dress up Wedding - Elegant Ver.” series was implemented AFTER the “Dress up Suits” series. Note that they had added the leg join also in other Nendo and in the “Halloween Set Male Ver.” I couldn’t check the “Christmas Set Male Ver.” as I don’t have it, but from the way others pose it I’ll say it has leg joints as well. In short Goodsmile company found it a good addition.

So it’s really, really, really a pity they didn’t decide to implement it in the “Dress up Wedding - Elegant Ver.” so as to improve it. The “Dress up Wedding - Elegant Ver.” turns out to be the same as the previous version just with more colours. No real improvement apart for the addition of a couple of tuxedo. And this is really too bad.

Now… the stand. I’ve talked in a past review of how the suits in the “Dress up Suits” box don’t have the square base but a small round one. The “Dress Up Wedding” version went for a… romantic one, made with 3 hearts, which is less tall than the round base of the “Dress up Suits” version but definitely larger.

Personally I found it uncomfortable to use to expose my Nendo as it takes up more space but this might be just me. On the other side it seemed slightly better balanced than the round one… though if you’re into taking photos of your Nengo it might be more troublesome to hide it if you’re using it.

Also, due to the shape the “Dress Up Wedding” base seems much easier to break.

What’s really noteworthy here is how they changed the size of the arm with the peg, which is definitely much shorter in the “Dress Up Wedding” version and how the peg can’t be removed.

I find this too is a big deal as this forces you to remove the whole thing from the Nendo if you’ve to remove the arm to temporally replace it with… let’s say a longer one, with the result it makes easier to break it.

Now, to give you a better idea of the differences between the stands and between the size of their arms let’s have some comparative pictures.

Personally I like to pose my Nendo over the round base, which can’t be done on the heart shaped base as there’s not enough space (well, you could rotate the arm and place the Nendo on one of the hearts but it would feel a little weird visually and, I fear, less well balanced).

Truth to be told, the Tuxedo needed to stand on the ground because they needed to be paired up with the dresses and, since the dresses have no base Goodsmile needed to study a system to allow the tuxedo too to stand on the ground.

So, for a perfect comparison, let’s look at the tuxedo and the suit as they stand off the base.

So yes, definitely the “Dress up Suits” version allowed its suits to stand on the ground and off the base as well.

Now… I get that the hearts shaped stand maybe suited better the atmosphere of a wedding… but really, they could have replaced the arm with the longer one and, more important with the detachable peg in the “Dress up Wedding - Elegant Ver.”.

So again, the “Dress up Wedding - Elegant Ver.” offers no improvement at all. Who has the first box, unless in dire need of other wedding dresses or of them in special colours, doesn’t need to buy the “Dress up Wedding - Elegant Ver.” which turns out as merely an expansion of the “Dress up Wedding” box with no improvement at all and this is a real pity. The tuxedos could and should have been improved. They deserved it.

In the end my impression is they put much more focus on the female dresses which yes, are totally adorable. As a personal opinion though, I think that the princess style wedding dresses have colours a bit too strong for wedding dresses, but maybe I’m just more on the traditional side. Still, I find them lovely if you want to have your Nendo hold a ball or play princess.

They’re really extremely elegant and adorable, with beautiful details. If you’re one with many female Nendo you can surely consider them if only for the prettiness value. Too bad for the male Nendo though.

So, to sum it up… the first “Dress up Wedding” box was a very nice idea. The girls definitely get awesome clothes from it. The tuxedos could have been improved but they could work as they were in the 4th set.

The “Dress up Wedding - Elegant Ver.” however had not been improved at all and is merely a copy in different colours of the “Dress up Wedding” box. It’s still definitely interesting if you missed the “Dress up Wedding” box, if you want to hold a ball with many Nendo dressed up elegantly (though it’s too bad the boys will be all in almost the same pose, capable of only moving the arms differently), if you want to hold group marriages or if you’re really particular for a certain colour that’s included in it. So… it’s not like it’s bad but really, it could have been much, much better.

[winterbaby89]

As Destiny Has Its Eyes On You Chapter 3/?

Thank you to the lovely @hollyethecurious for making this collage for my birthday week reblogs.

Summary: Princess Emma Swan of Misthaven has been prophesied as the Savior since before her birth. Now with the help of a Lieutenant from her past she is going to take her destiny into her own hands, to defeat the Evil Queen.

A/N: This is a MC story inspired by ’Destiny has it’s eyes on you’ by the lovely @seriouslyhooked on Tumblr (EmilyBea on FF). 

@ilovemesomekillianjones on Tumblr (AO3, and FF) has graciously agreed to be my beta on this entire project. 

This story will eventually cross over into ‘M’ territory. I hope you enjoy, and if you haven’t read the works from these lovely ladies, I highly recommend you do so.  

Line breaks indicate a change in POV or Scene

Chapters 1-4 are based on chapters 1&2 of ‘Destiny Has It’s Eyes on You’

**This chapter is a collaboration between EmilyBea and I.**

AO3  FF.net  Prologue/Chapter 1  Chapter 2  

Chapter 3

The next morning Emma stands at the railing on deck looking out into the great blue beyond, deep in thought.  She doesn't worry for her safety, her magic and training will always be enough to keep her safe, but she also feels that Killian's men can be trusted. If he allows them on his ship, they too must ascribe to his sense of honor.

She'd risen just before dawn, fresh and ready for a new day, and made her way to the upper deck. First thing this morning, she'd met Killian's first mate, a funny little man, if a bit nervous. It took a little prodding for him to say more than 'yes princess' or 'no princess,' but they'd gotten there.

He'd apologized for their lack of breakfast offerings, but they were missing a proper cook on this voyage since illness had seized their usual man in the last port. Emma in turn had convinced him to let her help with the meal, and while he'd first denied her, he eventually yielded. She’d also met their deck hand Pip, who’s really still just a boy, but had been assigned to preparing their food in the meantime. He'd been terrified to see her at first, and clearly confused by the fact that she wasn't regally dressed. He’d been grateful as she showed him all the little tricks she knew to making an easy but tasty meal with the means they had.

"Beg your pardon, princess, but how do you know how to cook?"

Emma laughed at his question. "I've always felt very strongly that those who delight in eating should understand how their food is made, titled or not. Besides, as far as rebellion goes, this was a pretty safe one in my parents’ eyes. At least I wasn't …" Emma trailed off, realizing that they might see this as the ultimate rebellion.

"Running off with a horde of pirates?"

Emma looked at Pip and gave a small smile, before setting him up with the rest of what he'd need and returned above deck.

Now she is here, coming to terms with the choice she's made. There’s no turning back now, even knowing her parents will be sick with worry.

"Hardly the ensemble I’d expect of a princess." Killian's voice, thick with tension and appreciation, pulls her from the remorseful thoughts, and when their eyes meet she feels the full force of her attraction to him. He is gorgeous, truly the most handsome man I’ve ever met, even if he's forsaken the clean crisp colors of his navy for the black of a pirate's life. In the light of day, she sees that his hair is shorter than it had been, and that he has bulked up from the lankiness of youth. In his eyes, she sees a heated sincerity so striking it steals her breath away, and she wants nothing more than to let herself succumb. Still she has to be strong, and keep her mission paramount. To break away from the pull he has over her, she looks down at her own outfit, smiling.

"Seemed more reasonable for what's to come. I can hardly help with a petticoat and fine silk dress on."

He is surprised by her answer and crosses his arms over his chest, one eyebrow climbing up his forehead. "I can't have a princess working on my ship, love."

The way he says the word, even if it is offhandedly, causes her pulse to quicken. She’s imagined him saying that word to her so many times, she can't deny the word’s power coming from his lips. Love is a dangerous word to my sanity, coming from the lips of Killian Jones, she thinks. "Sorry to disappoint you Captain, but you already have. Did you not like your breakfast?"

"Bloody hell. I should have known there was no way Pip got that good overnight!"

The way he seems actually angry makes Emma laugh, but she holds her ground putting a hand on her hip.

"I'll take that as a compliment. Trust me, you don't just want me as a passenger."  His eyes flash with that heat again and she nearly steps closer, but she holds back. "I'm smarter than I look and I’m a fast learner."

At that he moves forward where she'd been afraid to before. Moving a bit of her hair out of her eyes, he speaks in a lower tone this time. "There is nothing about your looks that say you lack intelligence, Princess."

She expected seduction, but what she got was more than that. There, in those tones was the boy she'd known before, sweet and kind. "So you'll let me help?"

"I hardly think I have a choice. Correct me if I'm wrong, but you're still the same lass you once were, headstrong and determined, yes?"

She nods.

"Then there'll be no stopping you."

"There's no need to look so defeated, Killian. A couple months with me at your service won't be that much of a hardship." Too late she realizes she has said his first name out loud again, instead of calling him Captain. The connection between them is palpable, and his eyes search hers for something she doesn’t fully understand.

"It'll be a change, love, and not an easy one. I'm no longer the lad you once knew." She sees the pain he tries to hide under hard words, but she doesn't draw attention. She doesn't want him to feel exposed, knowing herself how mortifying that can be.

"Maybe, but I think under all the leather and the swagger he might still be in there."

That gives Killian an out that he takes readily, grinning at her. "Noticed those changes too, did you love? Perhaps you also noticed my roguish charm and dashing good looks." His voice makes her hot, but she decides a retort is safer, and just so much more fun.

"Well I've certainly noticed that your ego is fitting for a fearsome pirate captain."

He laughs at that before stepping away, presumably to check on things elsewhere, but first he instructs Mr. Smee to keep his eye on her and find her some sort of occupation. With a final look at her, he takes his leave.

Emma feels a piece of her heart go with him.

A Couple Days Later

Life as a princess has never felt particularly genuine. Yes, there are amazing moments, opportunities that she would never give up for anything. But nothing has ever compared to how life on the open ocean feels, it is an awakening. The wind, the waves, and the vastness of the clear blue waters all around them… it is breathtaking and invigorating. Out here, thoughts of destiny and impending battle stay far away, as if this pirate ship is protected against the outside world. Yes, she is still 'the princess' to everyone aboard, but she also has room to breathe and prove that she can be more than her title. After a life in the spotlight, under the careful watch of everyone she’s ever known, this way of living is incredible.

"Are you sure you can …"

Before the sailor speaking can finish the question, Emma completes the intricate knot before her, securing the sail in its necessary place. The maneuver should have taken twice that time, but Emma is well versed in the technical workings of ships, despite not having much tangible experience. The man stares at her slack jawed, Emma only smiles in return. This has become a running theme on the ship over the last couple days.

"I think I can manage, thank you."

He nods shakily, giving her a half sort of bow and scurries off along the deck.

An airy chuckle behind her, more boyish than manly alerts her to Pip's appearance.

"You really showed him, Princess."

Emma tilts her head, proud of herself if that is the case, but she notices a bit of wonder in the young boy’s eyes, along with the humor. "Has anyone taught you how to do this yet?"

Pip looks around quickly before shaking his head ‘no’.

"Well, I could show you, if you'd like to learn."

He moves forward eagerly, stepping up to the ropes beside her as she demonstrates the intricate over and under maneuvers needed to make the sailor's star.

"Like this?" he asks a few minutes later.

Emma nods, excited that he’s learning so quickly. It had taken her so much longer to learn this knot’s intricate weaving especially with the coarseness of the rope on the weathered ship. Pip really is a natural born sailor if this is any indication. "That's it, you've got it!"

The younger boy's excitement matches her own, and Emma feels a sense of accomplishment at having taught someone else a useful skill. Usually she’s the one in lessons, but this is just as exciting as mastering a new spell.

"Quite the teacher you are, Princess."

That voice. Those silky tones filtering through the air shoot straight through Emma's chest. She doesn't even need to see Killian to feel this sizzling attraction to him, but when she does, the sensation is only amplified. That black leather, those intense blue eyes, and perpetually windswept hair. He is intoxicating, and it is all she can do to keep from giving that away. Instead she regards him with friendliness and banter. Maybe it will continue to work as it has the past couple days.

"Thank you Captain. I have very little practice with it, but I find I rather like it." It nearly takes her breath away when he grins at her. Where she’s trying to hide any feelings of heat and desire, Killian has taken the opposite approach. His charm and innuendo only increase, but the cockiness and grandeur make her question his sincerity. Is he feeling the pull between us as much as I am? Or is the man he's become simply predisposed to such flirtations?

"Give me a minute alone with the princess, lad."

Pip nods, leaving immediately. As soon as he’s gone, Emma watches the subtle change in Killian's features. He stands a little straighter, his eyes soften, and when he speaks it washes across her skin like a caress.

"So where does a princess learn so much about the sea? Perhaps another sailor in your acquaintance ..."

"And if there is?" She doesn’t expect her joke to cause tension in his jaw, and she hates the flash of sadness in his eyes. "No, there isn’t,” she amends quickly. “Honestly, I read about it. For a long time all I read were almanacs and sailor's guides and stories about the sea."

"An awful lot in the palace library on seafarers?"

Emma shakes her head. "Actually less than you might think. My family likes to keep their inquiries land bound. But a friend of mine in another kingdom loves reading and as soon as I showed any interest, she sent me dozens of titles that I simply 'had to read'."

"There's a big difference between reading about such things and doing them, though."

"True. I suspect it's the sheer volume of material I read. Some things were bound to stick." Like how most sailors stay out on the open seas for months at a time, and because of it they are less likely to marry and have children. Or how people at home can keep a sailor safe with different rituals. She had practiced a few of those herself since they'd parted years ago.

"You found a fascination for it, then?"

She nods, tearing her gaze away from him to look out at the ocean. She prays he can't hear her rapid heart rate or see the flush that she can feel sweeping across her cheeks. "Can you blame me? You spent so much time talking about it, making it seem like the most wonderful place in the world. You said this ship was your home. So you, more than anyone, should understand everything there is to love about it." When he hasn't responded after a few moments, she feels she can't look away any longer. When she returns her gaze to Killian, he isn't staring at the sea, his gaze is fixed on her. He seems about to say something, when a call from the bow tears their attention apart. The moment now stolen, she fears not ever knowing what that look was for, but she understands he has responsibilities.

Actually it is for the best, this isn't some sort of grand adventure. I’m here for a reason, a mission, one that is dangerous and more than a little reckless. I need to keep my head about me, and maybe put some distance between us. When the time comes to face the Evil Queen, I need a clear head and uncompromised heart. Emma tries to convince herself of these things, even as her heart is torn in a different direction.

Part of her parents’ downfall when it came to the Queen, at least according to speculation, is that their love blinded them. Emma could well believe it. At different times they'd had their chances to end the war, and remove Regina from power, but they were never willing to risk the other or their family for anything. She respects that fierce devotion of love, longs for that kind of love.

But I can't afford those kinds of ties, at least not until I am freed of this fate.

To distract herself from the flurry of feelings that swirl inside, Emma resumes her work about the ship. She slips below deck to the galley to find Pip and helps him with more of the meal preparation. She talks with the boy for hours, learning more about his life and his origins. He was an orphan, born in a kingdom she has heard of but never seen. Though his life had always been hard, he has fond memories, and to Emma, that is one of the most awe inspiring things about him – even in the face of a less than happy beginning, he has found the silver lining. That belief in the good makes Emma's attachment to Pip stronger, probably because it reminds her so much of her family's propensity for holding onto hope. She can't help but think that her mother and father especially would love the young boy. Perhaps that is why she answers one of his more intrusive questions with honesty.

"Do you like being a princess?" he asks, not sensing until too late that the question might be awkward.

Rather than make him feel bad, Emma offers him a smile and the honest truth. "I love being a member of my family, my parents and my brother mean everything to me. The people in my kingdom are good and kind, I don’t believe I could be prouder of any other place in the world. It is difficult to be what everyone wants and expects and stay true to myself. I think the simplest way to describe the plight of royalty is to say there are other things I want that don’t fit the expectation of the royal life."

Pip nods sympathetically, as if the words are understandable and not selfish complaining. "I think all anyone can do is follow their code. Captain always says a man without honor is not a man. Pirate or prince."

Emma smiles at that, liking the fact that Killian still believes in right and wrong, even if he now lives outside the constructs of traditional code. It is just another sign that the man she once knew is still there, and the man she is coming to know is one still worthy of her trust.

"Is it really true you have magic?" Pip asks. The words rush from him as though he is embarrassed to ask them.

Emma doesn't quite understand his embarrassment. Surely everyone knows I have magic by now, it is hardly a secret.

"Yes, it's true." Emma continues to work on cutting the last of the bread before her. When she looks back up, Pip is clearly biting back another inquiry, and in the end, curiosity wins out.

"Can you show me?"

Emma smirks, knowing that would be his next question, she already has her subject in mind. She instructs him to step back from his work, and she does the same. She waves her hands and light projects forth, seeping into each utensil. Now the pots stir themselves, the bread knives cut in perfectly even chunks, and the dirty dishes clean themselves. This is a tiny feat compared to the magic she can perform, but if the look on Pip's face is anything to go by, it is still an impressive showing. Before too long though, Emma resumes her station, and lets the magical influence fade. He’s seen her trick, but there’s still work to be done. In the face of her magic, Pip grows quiet, not out of fear like Emma knows people do when faced with the Evil Queen, but with wonder. This is often the case when Emma shows her powers to people who have never seen magic before, and she allows him time to think things through. Not until the food is ready to be brought up does Pip speak again. As they move about the deck distributing the meal they’ve prepared, Pip makes his final assessment known.

"You know, you probably can't take down the Evil Queen with a fork, but that was pretty impressive."

Emma laughs at that, a real laugh, one that she can feel all the way down in her bones and it feels good. "If I could I wouldn't be on this ship, would I?" The sad thought sends a pang through her chest, for even if it is under these troublesome circumstances, she cherishes the memories she's already made on this ship, and the chance to see Killian again.

As always, thank you @artistic-writer for making this lovely pic, and @kmomof4 for instigating it. :D

Chapter Four 

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