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arlestial · 11 months ago

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❝lavender haze❞

synopsis : Rin begged Ego to let you assist to one of his training games. But he wasn’t quite fond of your interactions with a certain player..

pairing : Rin Itoshi x genderneutral!reader •— Blue Lock

tw : A mix of fluff and comfort, with the slightest bit of angst (jealousy themes, possessiveness)

word count : 2700~ words

author-note : Hi !!! It's been so long, I missed writing so much... I finally passed my final exams, and I'm now in vacations; I’m going to Austria today. My blog is like- a blue lock obsession at this point lmao but ngl i like it that way. Btw, I’ve seen the movie and I'm just plain disappointed ? It was short asf, and the animation... well, we don't wanna talk about it. Reblogs and comments are highly appreciated :) sorry if it’s bad btw !! Anyway, take care of yourself ♡

A rare, smug smile appeared on RIN ITOSHI’s lips; a smile that immediately triggered his teammates, who looked at each other, dumbfounded. They weren’t used to observe him with such an expression written on his usual stern features; as soon as he left the locker rooms, whispers emerged in the sweaty air, begging for an explanation.

"No way he did," Isagi contested with a frown and a disapproving tone, much to Bachira’s dismay.

"I’ve seen it with my eyes," The other retorqued, "Believe me. He smiled, dude. I’ve never seen him smile before."

"We’re gonna get fired from Blue Lock. I swear— he wouldn’t be happy if it wasn’t terrible. He’s a sadist."

"No worries, my dear Isagi. We’re going to elucidate this mystery together," Bachira replied with a proud smirk of his own; Isagi sighed at his friend’s antics.

"Maybe it’s personal."

"It’s never personal enough for us not to be nosy !" The dual-haired boy nearly gasped, "Our duo is unstoppable."

With more or less desire to intrude Rin’s life, Isagi joined Bachira into a rather quick — and disappointing — mission, to solve the mystery around the cold-hearted guy’s smile, a smile they had the chance to witness.

"Ah. Itoshi asked Ego to let his partner see the next training game. I didn’t know he would be this enthusiastic once Ego accepted."

Anri’s revelation should’ve been a relief for the two men — they wouldn’t be expelled of the program. Thus, Isagi had been surprised and confused when he noticed Bachira’s quiet attitude.

"Aren’t you supposed to be delighted you discovered the truth ?", The raven-haired boy asked, curious, as they walked in the corridor to join their rooms again.

"I didn’t even have time to feel the thrill of the investigation," the other whined.

"At least we know he has a partner. It’s… let’s just say it’s surprising someone like him could ever get someone."

"Someone like me ?"

The sudden third voice scared the two men off, and they jumped. Of course, it was Rin. Always there at the worst moment. Isagi gulped.

"H-Hey, I didn’t mean it like that—"

"What Isagi was trying to say, is that we’re not picturing you as the lovey-dovey type of guy, you know ? Not a good boyfriend or something."

If Isagi could facepalm right now, he would, "Thank you for your help, Bachira, it’s even worse now", he replied in a murmur.

"Who said I couldn’t be the "lovey-dovey type of guy" ?", Rin huffed in his usual cold tone, "and a good boyfriend ?"

"Everyone," the two others responded at the same time. Rin rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"So, y’all just sat down and talk about who could be a good partner or not ? That’s probably why you’re still fucking losers at soccer."

Bachira held Isagi back, amused by his eagerness to show Rin "who’s the real loser between them". Rin walked away confidently, and above all, enlivened by Ego’s answer. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t looking forward to it, the butterflies already flying eagerly in his stomach in anticipation.

RIN ITOSHI’s belly butterflies died in an instant. It wasn’t fair. At all. He had been longing for you since weeks now, months even; he negotiated with Ego for who-knows-long, trying to find a way to make you come to a training game of his — so that he wouldn’t have to search for you in a huge crowd of exasperating, futile, and bland people. And here he was, watching you from afar talking with Isagi Yoichi. He cursed under his breath. This dude had nothing to do with you. He was nothing compared to Rin; a mere guy, with limited soccer skills and knowledge and experience and — why were you talking with him anyway ? When he was right there, waiting for you. The training have haven't even started yet, and playing with Isagi left a bitter taste in his mouth. He threw a hard glare in your direction, which you immediately noticed; you waved at him with a smile, and it nearly made him melt. It would've if he wasn't this upset in the first place. Bachira called for Isagi, and the raven-haired boy returned to the field with a smile. If he could, Rin would definitely wipe the smile off this random guy's face.

RIN ITOSHI tried not to let this affect him. But the prominent and everlasting burning sensation in his chest clouded his mind, making him loose his focus each time his eyes would fall on either Isagi, or you. And god knows how much he had missed you, how he needed to touch you now, to feel your skin just against his — to kiss you endlessly, and his gaze softened by pure reflex as he noticed you were staring at him. He felt guilty, to entertain such hideous resentment towards you, while you were just there for him, as beautiful as the day he left you in your shared apartment to join Blue Lock again after his short break. Was he jealous? It couldn't be. Why would he be jealous of Isagi? He was better than him in everything. Atter 45 minutes, when they all got a short break from the match, Rin refused to say a word. He was always rather quiet - but now, it felt a bit weird. He just stared at Isagi with a cold gaze, and the other boy frowned. When they had to join the field again, Isagi stopped Rin, a hand laying on his shoulder.

"Hey, is everything okay? If it's about the score of earlier, I already said -"

"Look," Rin cut out quickly, his tone slowly shifting to an irritated one, "I don't want to hear your fucking voice."

Isagi's brows were now even more furrowed in confusion,

"What the.. I did nothing bad, dude. If you're upset, that's not my problem. Deal with your childish feelings alone, I don't know."

Childish feelings ? It was deeper than that. Much to Rin's own surprise, he grabbed Isagi's collar, dragging him closer with a menacing look. He didn't know, did he ? How much Rin loved you, how much he required your whole attention. Maybe it was childish indeed, selfish even, to desire to be your whole world. The only one you would ever think about. If he could make you his forever, he would; and at the same time, you had every right to talk to other people, be friends with anyone, you were free after all. But that wouldn’t rub out the aching feeling in his heart, seeing you smile with someone else, having a good time with someone who wasn’t him. Maybe because in the very end, he was scared of losing you. Of you, finally realizing you deserved far better than what he could give you. He was distant, sometimes. He hurt you too much, argued with you on futile things, left for Blue Lock for months, he was a huge mess, and still, you wanted him. It was a mystery for Rin, but he wouldn’t ever complain. He was too engrossed in your love and affection, and somehow, even if he knew it was fundamentally wrong, he’d never wish for you to realize what you truly deserved. Because it wasn’t him. And he couldn’t bare to see you enjoying your life with someone else other than him.

"I’m going to end your pathetic and meaningless existence so quickly you won’t have time to take another breath," Rin spat sharply, "I’ll politely advice you not to approach them ever again — don’t want your disgusting germs to infect them, understood ?"

With these words, Rin yanked him away and joined the field, leaving a widened-eyed Isagi behind him. As soon as the game ended, the whole Blue Lock team began gathering their water bottles, heading to the locker rooms. Rin stayed behind, since he wanted to spend some time with you before your departure. When you both were finally alone, you walked down the stairs, and Rin immediately engulfed you in his arms. One hand was grabbing your side, the other resting on the back of your head, pulling you close. He sighed, inhaling your familiar perfume — it was his favorite, the one he gifted you recently — and pressed a delicate kiss to the crown of your head.

"I missed you so much," He declared, or more precisely, complained, and you chuckled, embracing him just as tightly.

"And I missed you even more," you responded, loosening your embrace to look at him. He could die for this fond look in the depths of your irises. You didn’t have to ask; his hands reached for your cheeks, tilting your head backwards to kiss you gently, yet, eagerly, a pleading for your tenderness. You kissed him back, amused by his move. He was usually the reserved type, especially in public — even if the whole stadium was empty now. Your lips parted to welcome his tongue inside, deepening the kiss even more, a slow dance mimicking his need for you. He kissed your forehead softly when you two broke away from one another.

"What happened earlier ? With Isagi. I thought you were gonna fight."

The question tensed him. Of course you had to bring it up. He stroked your cheek delicately, as if you’d shatter if he wasn’t careful enough.

"Nothing, love, don’t worry. I was just—"

"He told me about it, Rin."

You cut him, and he winced. Ah. That was a problem. He swore he discerned a tint of disappointment in your eyes, but it faded away too rapidly for him to search for it again.

"I thought we said no lies between us."

"I know, darling", he could only mutter. You gently took his wrists, then his hands, intertwining your fingers together.

"Am I not reassuring you enough, Rin ? I won’t ever leave you. Especially not for a guy I just met. You know that."

"More than enough," the memory of your smile and laugh when Isagi cracked a joke made him sigh, "it’s hard to believe sometimes. That’s all."

You nodded; with his lack of self-esteem, how was he supposed to believe you, anyway ? It was a constant fight against the insecurities crawling in the pit of his soul, however, you would never let them win. He suffered enough alone, now that you were there with him, you’d be in the frontlines.

"But it’s still true. I’m lucky to have you, Rin. Maybe one day you’d finally recognize that."

At this moment, he wanted to tell you he was lucky to have you, but he didn’t dare, especially not when he saw you reaching for him again, your arms around his neck. He let himself drown in your arms and comfort, soothed by your heartbeat — at this very precise instant, he swore his heart was beating for you. And if you wanted it on a silver plate, he’d gladly do so.

"I’m sure his joke wasn’t even that funny."

You chuckled, "maybe not better than yours, I must admit."

Not far away, two boys were spying on the scene; their investigation had been more successful than what they ever hoped for, "maybe he’s not that bad, after all."

"I thought he was going to choke me to death."

"Oh, he could."

RIN ITOSHI was a possessive man. Somewhere, he wanted you to rely on him, and him only — to be the only source of your happiness. He never had something to call his; you were the first. And he fully intended you to be the last.

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hellvst · 4 months ago

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OFFSEASON – quinn hughes

featuring ; quinn hughes x fmc (sydney gray) & oc!brother (simon gray)

summary ; quinn hughes and simon gray can never work together as teammates on the ice. after blowing the canucks' ticket to the conference finals, both of them are put in a mandatory offseason cross-training program in pilates. there's one problem, their instructor was sydney gray, simon's sister. not only does quinn have to spend his entire summer with the person he loathed, but also his sister who was completely off-limits. things got complicated once simon steps out of the picture–but the more time they spent together, the harder it was to stay away.

warnings & content ; the striker but make it hockey, trainer, former figure skater, teammate's sister fmc, trainer-to-friends-to-situationship-to-lovers (i think? lol), explicit nsfw, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, slow burn, brother's kinda a douche to quinn, and explicit language, more to add.

dual pov ; quinn and sydney

song ; safety net by ariana grande

etc ; playlist & face-claim (dekota thompson)

a/n ; first ever fic on tumblr, spare me and pls be kind! also note that what i write is purely fiction, therefore most things didn't actually happen irl. the portrayal of these characters/people in this fic isn't how they are portrayed in irl either, just for the sake of this story. this is also inspired by ana huang's book the striker, basically the hockey version my own with my own twist. masterlists and more links will be available soon! thank you!

table of contents;

chapter one

chapter two

chapter three

chapter four

chapter five

chapter six

more coming soon!

#quinn hughes #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes x oc #quinn hughes imagine #vancouver canucks #nhl #nhl hockey #nhl imagine #jack hughes #luke hughes #qh43

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haltraveler · 9 months ago

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Okay, I just played Dual Destinies for the first time and now I'm replaying AAI so of course I've been thinking about Calisto & phantom parallels.

A few other things I noticed were that if Calisto's age in the court record is accurate then she was only 19 when she first took on the role of Cece's sister, and was already an extremely capable infiltrator.

With this in mind, I have a new headcanon about the two of them:

"Calisto Yew" and the phantom were both Codhopian-born kids who were recruited at a young age to join a top secret, Red Room-esque military espionage program run by General Quercus Alba. They were taught to repress their real identities and emotions and trained in the use of various deadly weapons. The conditioning was more effective on the phantom, but "Calisto's" impressive track record led to her being favored by Alba.

The program's funding was eventually cut, and it was discontinued some time before the country split apart. Most surviving trainees were shuffled into other branches of the Codhopian government. The phantom, however, went rogue and became a mercenary spy working for whatever government would pay him. Alba had recognized "Calisto's" potential and so arranged for her to be placed under his command. He took the still young spy in as his personal hitwoman as he built the basis for what became the smuggling ring, becoming a sort of twisted, manipulative father figure to her.

#the phantom ace attorney #calisto yew #shih na #quercus alba #ace attorney investigations #ace attorney #ace attorney dual destinies #bobby fulbright #aai spoilers

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petervintonjr · 2 months ago

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"Being the only person who looked like me created challenges. A lot of it was very subtle. But you could just feel it --people looking at you and thinking, 'OK, she's here.' Some people still questioned if I was qualified to fly."

Everybody say hello to Capt. Theresa Mae Claiborne, the first Black woman pilot in the U.S. Air Force. Born in 1959 Virginia as a self-described "military brat" whose father was in the Armed Forces, Theresa graduated from Elk Grove High School and then from California State University college. While at college Theresa applied to ROTC in Berkeley, and during training she took the stick on a T-37 Cessna. "I decided right then," she states flatly, "I wanted to be a pilot." In 1980 the Air Force allotted 30 slots for women graduates, up from the previous 10, and Theresa embarked on her pilot training at Laughlin Air Force base in Texas. She describes it as a lonely period in her life, and besides the dual negatives of her race and her sex, she only stood at a height of 5'2" --the cutoff for pilots was at the time 5'4". But persevere she did, and on September 16, 1982 was commissioned as a second lieutenant.

She generally flew a KC-135 Stratotanker while stationed at Loring AFB in Maine, and eventually attained the rank of Captain. In 1988 Theresa left active duty and joined the reserves as a flight commander and instructional pilot. In 1990, now-Lt. Col. Claiborne began working as a commercial pilot for United Airlines, flying Boeing 757s and 767s. A 30+ year career with United followed; she retired from the Air Force Reserves in 2003 but remained with United until just this past year (June 2024). Today she works as a mentor with organizations such as Women in Aviation and Sisters of the Skies (the latter of which she co-founded in 2015); advocacy programs designed to better inform women and girls that aviation is absolutely a viable career choice. Capt. Claiborne was inducted into the Organization of Black Aerospace Professionals Hall of Fame in 2017.

"I tell the young ladies I mentor the same thing I told myself: be so good that they can't say you're not good."

#black lives matter #black history #usaf #air force #united airlines #censorship #do not comply in advance #teachtruth #showup #dothework

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russiasv · 2 months ago

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Book Two: S. Foundation.

Located in California, United States, a foundational support building is held for typically troubled youth. The foundation is owned and ran by a young man by the name of Kafka Spades.

Kafka embodies a morally complex character who symbolizes authority and safeguarding. Throughout history, serpents have been linked to ancient rituals and carry dual connotations of both beneficence and malevolence. In this context, Kafka can be seen as an accurate representation of such symbolism. I encourage ongoing discussion and critical analysis of his actions to better understand his true motivations and alignment. Kafka is a multifaceted individual, recognized as an advocate for those experiencing hardship. Despite his reserved demeanor, his behavior suggests a profound, if sometimes unconventional, sense of protection for those in need. His cautious and measured approach serves to ensure his own safety and that of “his children” in a challenging environment. Kafka demonstrates qualities of a dedicated and disciplined father, balancing firmness with care.

The S. Foundation operates as a supportive organization similar to an orphanage, although its approach differs from traditional models. It functions as an opportunity for a second chance at life, often serving as a preferable alternative to juvenile detention centers or incarceration for many at-risk youth. The youth served by the foundation often come from challenging backgrounds, including families experiencing abuse, homelessness, food insecurity, mental health struggles, past trauma related to the justice system, and other difficulties. The foundation provides a nurturing environment that functions as a second home, offering education, employment training, financial support, and other resources. There are typically two to three pathways for a child to access the programs offered by the foundation.

1.) Parents and or guardians have to sign over their rights to Kafka.

2.) The child/teenager doesn't have a home or family originally, they're troubled but have no where else to go.

3.) Like previously stated, it's an option instead of a juvenile detention center.

Children are occasionally relinquished by their parents for various reasons. In some cases, parents may feel ill-equipped to care for their child due to personal or financial difficulties, while in others, there may be a lack of emotional attachment. For some families, placing a child with Kafka becomes an option when they are unable or unwilling to parent. Once parental rights are legally transferred to Kafka through signing, these rights cannot be reinstated unless a court proceedings occur. The following are some of the reasons why Kafka has obtained custody and legal rights over these children:

1.) They're troubled, and mentally unwell.

2.) Parents or Guardian does not want the child.

3.) The child is “different”, meaning, either does not have the same beliefs as the Guardian - parent. Or, has different qualities compared to the family. Such as, mental illness, health problems, apart of any religion or not apart of any religion, apart of the LGBTQ+ community, behavior problems, legal problems e.t.c.

4.) Parent or Guardian has given up on the child.

There are many more possibilities, these are just small examples!

Next is, The Foundation Officers.

These officers function similarly to personnel in other justice system facilities, such as detention centers or correctional institutions. However, their roles are specialized; they often work directly with children to establish trust and build emotional connections. Their goal is not manipulation but to provide guidance and support. Children arriving at the foundation may exhibit behaviors such as being reserved, frightened, or aggressive. These officers are committed to serving and protecting the children in their care. They do not carry firearms; instead, they typically use crossbows and arrows, which are strictly not used on the children.

The arrows may be equipped with various components, such as tranquilizers, standard arrow tips, and other attachments. They are consistently maintained in a sharpened and optimal condition.

The uniforms and equipment vary among the personnel. In addition to crossbows, they carry standard law enforcement gear such as handcuffs. Some individuals are also equipped with sedation syringes for emergency situations, which are occasionally used on the children.

#the agency #S. foundation #Kafka Spades

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granulesofsand · 1 year ago

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Hello there!

I had a question for you-- do you know much of anything about duality programming?

How to combat it? How it works? I know what it is, but knowing more would be a great help to my system.

Duality

🗝️🏷️ RAMCOA/OEA (de)programming

We have a lot of duality programming. Do we know much of anything about it? Hard to say (only wrote a short essay on it).

The most active dual we deal with is good/evil. For us, this looks like angels and demons, white and red, mind and heart. These groups have the heaviest training to fight each other, though some of our duals maintain more of a distrusting truce.

Dealing with Duals

We started by keeping them away from each other. Both groups have their own extreme ideals, many of which are harmful to the body (white obeys unquestioningly, including orders to deprive the body of survival needs and cause harm to us or outsiders; red acts on emotion, including sexual and violent behaviors). The angels agree not to come around during mealtimes and to leave if we need sleep or the toilet, the demons practice impulse control, both go back inside if they have urges that would be dangerous to act on. They don’t front for urges, so they don’t fight over urges.

We taught them how they were lied to, which beliefs they held came from which shoddy staged events. We gave them choices, how far they wanted to move how fast. Let them stay within their belief system if they wanted to, and let them define the words they were fed for themselves. Taught them the different between natural consequences and punishments.

After a few months of preventative measures, we started to pick out which of each group was the most mild, who had similar external experiences, who was most willing to interact with other insiders without escalating. We tried to pair them up, getting them used to one another like introducing a new animal to a pet. Usually, the first reaction was disdain, which often led to escalation. Find them hobbies to bond over, media they can consume together, topics they both tolerate.

We have some pairs that are doing okay. ‘Good’ is a stretch, but okay.

Their groups’ higherups started to ostracize them. The few who were already working with us helped settle the defensiveness from the rest, and they’ve mostly given up trying to break the pairs.

Progress

The fighting is ongoing.

More and more of the ‘lesser’ angels and demons are coming forward looking for a partner — the ones who were mass-made, who have group loyalty but not as much ideology, or who have ideology but not so much group loyalty. These are the cannon-fodder who get recycled during the battles, and they don’t like that course so much.

We’re at a point where the violence is still going, but is more enjoyable for the participants? The higherups have some weird sexual tension happening that we’ve taken to therapy to see if it’s appropriate — it’s harm reduction, which is about as good as it gets.

How It Got Here

This dynamic was programmed in deep over the years, and it’s entangled in several of our integral structures with this dual alone. There are reflected layers for us, and they’re like pyramid schemes with each cluster under another person (in a cluster under another person). The higherups have mirrored roles based on the mythology we were raised with, and the top of each pyramid is another dual (yellow and black).

We were trained wearing clothes of the color, surrounded by people dressed like us and spewing similar beliefs. The second layer of each pyramid was trained for specific jobs, and they have symbols that code them. The bases are the mass-produced ones, and they were mostly trauma holders. The points are the most elaborate, magical-esque programmed systemmates, and they are… something else.

We had staged fights with color-coded teams, readings from cult texts and plays acted out for us. This was big for our group of origin, so we got the whole shebang. Growing up, we thought these sidesystems were external spirits from other planes.

So…

I don’t know how similar of an experience y’all had, but we’re open to talk more in DMs if that’d suit you. Only so much we can put out for the whole of the internet while staying safe ourselves.

I hope the process goes well for you, similar to ours or not.

#ramcoa #oea #tw ramcoa #tw oea #ramcoa programming #oea programming #ec cds #pg did #traumagenic system #adaptive system

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embodiedflow · 2 months ago

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nickthetoony · 1 year ago

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MG 1/100 RGM-79 GM (Clara Hart Use)

Pilot lore under the cut.

This lightly customized blue colored GM was the personal unit of Warrant Officer Clara Hart, assigned to her from before the Attack on Jaburo all the way up to the conclusion of the war during Operation Star One. Aside from its blue color scheme this GM was functionally identical to other GM units. As a commander unit, it sported two beam sabers rather than the standard one, which Officer Hart would dual wield in battle against many opponents.

21-Year-Old Clara Hart was born in California and throughout her early childhood developed a fascination with machines, a fascination she would eagerly share with her parents who supported and encouraged her interest in spite of their general ignorance to tech. At age 18 she was accepted into the Berkeley Engineering program and worked her way through an undergraduate degree, a privilege she had earned by largely eschewing social interactions for most of her high school career.

All this would be for nothing however, when Zeon declared war on the Earth Federation and made landfall on Earth with their state of the art Zaku mobile suits, eventually reaching California.

During the war, Hart was drafted into the effort against Zeon initially as a mechanic, helping maintain the tanks and fighter craft of the Federation ground forces. Due to the strong Zeon presence in the continent, Hart’s life became one of extreme stress and pressure, not the least of which due to the death of her father earlier during the invasion.

After the battle of Odessa and Federation Mobile Suits began to retake North America, Clara’s unit was assigned several early production GMs, though the pilot for one of them was unexpectedly killed in a Zeon ambush. Short on manpower with a new pilot not expected to arrive, Clara was forced to sortie in the GM despite her inexperience.

In spite of her lack of confidence and training, Clara proved an adequate MS pilot, particularly excelling in melee combat with a beam saber, and even participated in the defense of Jaburo. During this battle she would earn her title as the “Gouf-Slayer” after fighting four Goufs and destroying three at the cost of heavy damage to her unit. After this battle, Clara would be promoted to Warrant Officer and assigned as the leader of a mobile suit squadron.

Clara and her unit would join the attacks on Solomon and Jaburo aboard the Salamis Class Ship “Bloomington”. It was during this period that Clara’s GM would gain its blue paint scheme, inspired by the Goufs Clara had destroyed back on Jaburo.

Despite Clara’s embarrassment at the color scheme, her squadmates insisted it was good for morale, and moreover the rest of her squad had already adopted the blue color scheme anyway. It was also during this time that Clara would reunite with the Gouf pilot that had escaped her, Sophia Fos, (now piloting a Rick Dom), and striking up a rivalry with her.

At the Battle of A Baoa Qu, Clara performed admirably even against the high performance Gelgoogs, taking advantage of both her GM’s agility and adaptability to survive the battle. It was during this battle that Clara and her squadmates would meet Sophia Fos in combat for the last time, a fight that ended rather anticlimactically after Fos quickly betrayed her squadmates and surrendered, the woman realizing that Zeon was on it’s way out and that there was no more point in fighting.

After the war, despite gaining some limited notoriety for her skills as a pilot, Clara quickly resigned from the Federation Military and completed her engineering education. In 0081, Clara and her mother moved to the Von Braun city on the moon where she gained employment as a designer for mobile construction workers under the Kalvis Heavy Machinery company. The company would eventually be bought out by Anaheim Electronics, and some of its designers (including Clara) poached for a new MS Development branch. During her time here, Clara would meet with Sophia Fos in civilian life this time, the other woman now working as a test pilot for AE. After a turbulent few months of the most dysfunctional courting their coworkers had ever seen, Clara and Sophia would officially (if not publicly) begin a relationship, with Clara cruelly subjecting her mother to the pain of knowing Sophia Fos when the latter woman moved in with them a year later.

(To her dismay, Clara’s mother and Fos would get along quite well.)

During the Gryps War, while neither Clara nor Sophia would officially join with the AEUG, they did contribute to the construction, testing, and fielding of several of the organization's key machines.

Clara Hart was a “neurotic, panicky” woman, wracked with anxiety who nevertheless seemed to be driven by a primal urge to survive. She was often described by her squadmates as being fairly quiet and introverted, though taking her role as a leader with appropriate seriousness and care for those under her command, and becoming deeply saddened at the loss of her comrades in battle.

Her romance with Fos was sparked by an emotional break three years in the making when the more cavalier carefree woman insisted on “loosening her up”, an effort which ended with a fist fight outside a bar where Clara quickly became a sobbing mess in spite of her position both on top off and punching Fos repeatedly in the face, a dam breaking which finally resulted in her seeking therapy and forming a genuine connection to Sophia who was not (as one would expect) now terrified of her.

Clara Hart

Sophia Fos

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#gundam #gunpla #toy photography #my ocs #universal century #yuri #oc lore

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renoufpersonalfitness · 4 months ago

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the-darker-path · 2 years ago

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This Night is Sparkling // Closed RP

@fidelixcorde

If anyone had told Draco when he completed uni, and entered the medical training program at St. George, that he'd end up meeting someone who utterly captivated and altered his life, he might have laughed.

Not that it seemed ridiculous, he was open to anything, but he was not exactly entering this career in search of romance. Pansy told him he was too serious, in that regard, but Draco preferred to to think he was practical. He was an MP's son, as upper class as they came; it was impressive that Lucius bent his will enough to not prevent his son going to medical school. And that he managed not to make a public scene over Draco having friends who didn't all go to primary schools more expensive than most of their homes.

Despite all that, he was down to earth, and Draco loved his work. Particularly when he did his rotation in the maternity wing, and thus met a vibrant, scrappy American woman who had come to England with a previously-unneeded dual citizenship, perhaps £500 in her bank account, two suitcases, and a 12-week baby bump that she had crossed the sea to protect.

Taylor Borelli was the most fascinating, most beautiful creature Draco had ever met, and after her first ultrasound appointment, he'd given her his personal number and promised to help her in any way he could.

He hadn't expected her to call--she had just fled an abusive man, why would she spring her trust on a doctor she barely knew? But call she did. And now, as her second trimester was well underway, Draco was her tour guide to London, her medical counselor...her friend.

He was also half in love with her, which Pansy was ruthless about, but Draco managed to suppress those thoughts as he focused on taking care of Taylor just as he had promised.

Today was the first time she had invited him to her little flat. He wasn't surprised she'd landed in Brixton--it was a fine little neighborhood, reputationally sound without being bank-breaking, and the Market was renowned. Knowing as he did now about her Lebanese heritage, he'd made sure she found all the food stalls that catered to authentic Middle Eastern cuisine for her every craving.

Draco knocked on the door of her flat, nodding politely at a passing neighbor. When Taylor answered, he was smiling warmly, presenting her with the bouquet of forget-me-nots and baby's breath blossoms he'd brought. "Thought I'd bring you a splash of color."

#fidelixcorde #Draco x Taylor #Draco Malfoy x Taylor Borelli #RP: This Night is Sparkling #Muggle AU #pregnancy #pregnant!Taylor

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alphaitsolutions · 11 months ago

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etruatcaelum · 2 years ago

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[ @auraunbound | cybele // for watts ]

The sound of an opening door caught Arthur’s attention just long enough for a glance to see who it was; then, with a grunt that might be taken for a greeting with a generous imagination, he returned to the dual screens he’d been pouring over for the last few hours. On one of them, the footage of the Viceroy unit’s first real proving wound through the penultimate moment of trapped-animal violence and lingered for a few seconds on the carnage of shredded metal and fried electronics that had followed before it looped again.

He scoffed, quietly, deep in his throat. Not an impressive showing for the magical experiment that had become the team’s darling.

Jerking his chin toward the footage, he asked, “What do you make of that?”

Arthur had his own conclusions, of course—that the unit had been programmed to learn almost organically, and then the rest of the team had structured her training to encourage the development of a personality. One not at all suited to the rigors of battle. The damn thing liked butterflies. What had they expected?

But Cybele was an intern: here to learn. Far be it from him to tell her what to think.

#LEGENDS AND FAIRYTALES ( ic. )#THOSE WHO FAVOR FIRE ( ic: watts. )#A DUET OF SHADE AND LIGHT ( v: beacon. )#auraunbound #[ & them. grhdkdh #the resident curmudgeon of the atlas military ]

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republicsecurity · 1 year ago

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VIP Duty

T1CPS, clad in the familiar red Armour suit that marked him as a tactical paramedic, sat on the train with the quiet efficiency of a machine. His eyes, hidden behind the reflective visor of his helmet, were fixed on the digital comic displayed in his HUD. As the train rumbled along the tracks, he followed the story's twists and turns, his mind momentarily escaping the regimented reality of his existence.

His sea bag, a stark contrast to the vibrant comic, lay neatly beside him. Inside were the sparse remnants of his personal life – a flight suit for missions, a parade uniform for formal occasions, dress boots polished to a shine, and the essential underwear. It was a collection so minimal that it spoke volumes about the spartan nature of his existence.

T1CPS's life, like the digital comic he was engrossed in, was a narrative shaped by directives and protocols. His acceptance into VIP duty was not a matter of choice but one of designation, a role assigned to him by the ever-watchful Paramedic Corps. As he flipped through the pages of the comic, his gloved fingers moved with a precision honed by years of training, a stark reminder of his dual nature – part human, part machine.

The train's rhythmic movements were a constant beneath him, the world outside the window a blur of passing landscapes. But within his helmet, the digital comic came to life, vibrant colors and dynamic characters leaping off the screen. It was a brief escape, a momentary reprieve from the reality of his situation.

His fellow passengers, oblivious to the tactical paramedic in their midst, carried on with their conversations and activities. T1CPS was just another passenger, just another faceless paramedic, yet beneath the armour, his thoughts were his own.

But even as he lost himself in the digital pages, he knew the escape was temporary. The training facility awaited him, with its strict routines and stringent protocols. VIP duty was an honor, they said, but T1CPS knew it came at a price.

As the train sped on, T1CPS continued to read, his helmeted head tilted slightly as he immersed himself in the story. Outside, the world passed by in a blur, but within his HUD, the comic unfolded in vivid detail. In that moment, he was more than just a tactical paramedic – he was a reader, a consumer of stories, a brief respite from the unyielding demands of his profession.

The on-duty paramedic behind the desk glanced up as I approached, his eyes hidden behind the reflective visor of his helmet. His voice came out crisp and businesslike through the speaker system. "Name and assignment?" he asked.

"T1CPS," I replied, my voice filtered through the helmet's modulator. "VIP service training."

He nodded, fingers flying across the console's holographic keyboard. "Room -104. Sleeping capsule and locker for your belongings. Activate a sports training program of your choice until 17:00. Wash and chow hall for dinner. Parade uniform, sharp and polished, at 7:00 sharp tomorrow morning." His instructions were swift, efficient, the words echoing with the regimentation that defined our lives.

"Understood," I acknowledged, my HUD displaying the information in the corner of my vision.

He continued, his tone slightly more casual. "And make sure that parade uniform of yours is wrinkle-free, and those dress boots? They should gleam like your chrome dome."

I managed a nod, even though he couldn't see it through my helmet. "I'll make sure everything's up to standard, sir."

"Good. Get settled in, T1CPS. Training starts early tomorrow."

With that, I turned and headed toward room -104, the number glowing faintly in the sterile white corridor. The training facility buzzed with activity, the air thick with the scent of antiseptic and the low hum of machinery. As I stepped into the room, the door hissed shut behind me, sealing me into my temporary space.

Inside, the room was minimalistic – a sleeping capsule against one wall and a locker opposite it. I stowed my sea bag in the locker, the clang of metal against metal echoing in the small space. With practiced ease, I activated a sports training program in my armor, the HUD flickering to life with various options. I chose a mixed martial arts routine, the prospect of physical exertion strangely comforting.

As I started the training program, the room around me faded away, replaced by the virtual environment of the simulation. The sterile walls of the facility vanished, replaced by a bustling cityscape. My armored form moved with precision, the training program pushing me to my limits.

Hours passed, the digital sun setting in the virtual sky. When the program finally ended, I found myself drenched in sweat, the armor's cooling systems working overtime to regulate my body temperature. It was time to wash and eat.

The chow hall was a communal space, paramedics from various training programs sitting at long tables, their conversations muted beneath the constant hum of machinery. I navigated the food line, my tray filled with the day's rations. The taste was bland and unremarkable, but it provided the necessary sustenance.

I returned to my room after dinner, my mind buzzing with thoughts of the training to come. Carefully, I laid out my parade uniform, ensuring every crease was smooth and every button polished to a shine. My dress boots gleamed under the harsh light, a reflection of the discipline instilled in every paramedic.

With my preparations complete, I settled into the sleeping capsule. The hum of machinery surrounded me as the capsule closed, cocooning me in its embrace. Tomorrow, I would present myself at 7:00, sharp and ready.

Tomorrow, the true journey would begin.

Welcome to the Training

In a room illuminated by the cold glow of holographic screens, the instructor stood before the fresh batch of trainees, his demeanor sharp and commanding.

"Welcome to the VIP Service training," he announced, his voice cutting through the air. "You're not just paramedics here; you're elite escorts for the most high-profile individuals in our society. Your attire and conduct should reflect the utmost professionalism and precision."

He gestured to the rows of neatly arranged business suits, each tailored to perfection. "These suits are your armor, your disguise. They'll help you blend in with the upper echelons of society. But remember, no matter how sharp your suit is, your skills need to match. That's where our training comes in."

The holographic screens flickered to life, displaying intricate scenarios — crowded galas, bustling political events, serene diplomatic meetings. "Neuro VR training will immerse you in these situations. You'll learn to anticipate the needs of your VIP, to navigate complex social interactions, and to ensure their safety above all else."

He paused, his gaze sweeping across the room. "But it's not just about knowing how to act. Appearance matters. A clean, polished look is non-negotiable. You'll receive grooming tips — haircuts, skincare routines, and proper etiquette lessons. As paramedics in the VIP Service, you represent the pinnacle of our profession," the instructor declared. "Embrace the training, embody the discipline, and you'll not only protect your VIPs but elevate the entire paramedic corps."

Ear Pieces

These Earpieces are your lifeline during VIP escort duties. They will ensure that you are always focused, always alert, and most importantly, always secure."

One by one, he handed out the Earpieces, the sleek, black devices disappearing into the palms of gloved hands. The trainees looked at them with a mix of curiosity and wariness. KIP77's eyes scanned the room, ensuring everyone had their device.

"Insert them now. Snug fit is essential. You should hardly feel them once they're in, and that's the way it should be. Maximum comfort, maximum efficiency," KIP77 instructed, his words clipped, precise.

The room fell into a brief silence as the trainees followed his orders. They slipped the Earpieces into their ears, a perfect fit as they nestled into the contours. The subtle hum of technology resonated in their ears as they activated the devices.

A tap on their wrist-mounted Smartwatches, and suddenly, the world transformed. The ambient noise of the room faded, replaced by a gentle, soothing white noise. It was as if they had entered a cocoon of silence, shielded from the distractions of the outside world.

"Now," KIP77 continued, his voice clear in their ears despite the white noise. "These Earpieces will filter out all conversations except those that are relevant to your mission. You'll be able to communicate with each other, with me, and with the designated contacts. It's all about focus. The VIP's safety is your top priority."

The trainees nodded, their expressions determined, albeit slightly disoriented by the sudden change in perception. KIP77's eyes bore into each of them, ensuring they understood the gravity of the situation.

As the trainees started to speak, their voices were confined to their partners' ears alone, isolated from the rest. It was a symphony of controlled communication, a testament to the efficiency of the Earpieces.

"As you go out into the field, remember this," KIP77's voice echoed in their ears through the Earpieces. "The VIP and mission control have access to these devices, just as you do. They can adjust what you hear — whether it's all conversations in your vicinity or only those specifically intended for you. It's a security measure, not just for you but also for the privacy of the VIPs and other sensitive events you might be involved in."

The trainees exchanged glances, absorbing the gravity of the situation. The Earpieces, once a mere piece of technology, now felt like a bridge to a controlled reality. Their world was not just what they saw and experienced but what the Earpieces allowed them to hear, a filtered and curated version designed to keep them focused and secure.

KIP77's stern gaze fell upon them. "This control isn't just for the safety of the mission. It's a tool, a responsibility, and sometimes a burden. Your awareness is a weapon, just as vital as any other equipment you carry. Stay alert. Stay focused. And never forget that even in silence, there might be critical information being shared."

"Consider this Earpiece an extension of the HUD system you're familiar with," KIP77 continued, his voice a steady reassurance through the white noise in their ears. "Just as the helmets filter out distractions, the Earpieces ensure your auditory environment is precisely tailored for the task at hand. In high-stress situations, eliminating unnecessary noise can make a crucial difference."

It was a reminder that in their roles as paramedics, every sense, every piece of information, had been meticulously curated to serve a purpose: to save lives and ensure the success of their missions, all while maintaining the utmost confidentiality.

Your new chastity device

The instructor held the chastity cage up for all to see.

The instructor's gloved hands cradled the Latowski Mark 6c, a masterpiece of duraplast engineering. Its sleek, red and black design gleamed under the harsh training room lights, the embodiment of both elegance and undeniable security. The room was silent, every trainee's gaze fixed on the device in the instructor's hands. It was a formidable and unmistakably secure device, a symbol of control and discipline. This was the Latowski Mark 6c, and the 'c' in its name carried a special significance. The instructor's voice was smooth and authoritative as he explained.

"Ladies”, the instructor chuckled at the cheap joke, “what you see here is the Latowski Mark 6c. The 'c' stands for a civilian adapter, a seemingly minor addition, but one that carries significant implications. It's designed for one purpose: easy and discreet use in civilian restrooms. You may not have considered this before, but the nature of our work sometimes requires us to navigate public facilities. This adapter ensures that you can do so with the utmost convenience and adherence to our protocols."

He moved the chastity cage closer to the trainees, the red and black material glinting in the light. "This device is an extension of the standard cages you're already wearing. It embodies the principles of discipline, control, and commitment that are at the core of the Paramedic Corps. When you're equipped with this, you not only represent the ideals of our organization, but you embody them."

He gestured for a closer inspection, his movements precise. "The design is elegant, yet unmistakably secure. Duraplast construction ensures durability and comfort. Its contours are ergonomic, designed to fit your bodies seamlessly, reminding you of the boundaries you operate within."

The instructor's words hung heavy in the air. The trainees exchanged glances, recognizing the significance of this new addition to their uniform. In a world where every aspect of their lives was regulated, even the design of a chastity cage held a particular purpose. The 'c' wasn't just an adapter; it was a symbol of the meticulous attention to detail that governed their existence.

Business Suits to blend in

He paced the room, his eyes sharp, assessing each trainee as if he could discern their potential with a glance.

"You're not just here because you're good tactical paramedics," he said, his voice low but carrying an undeniable authority. "You're here because you represent the epitome of our profession. VIP service isn't just about competence; it's about perception. And perception starts with appearance."

He gestured to the tailored suits that lay before them, the rich fabric catching the light in a way that promised both comfort and sophistication. "These suits are more than just pieces of clothing. They're extensions of your professionalism”

The paramedics stood in a line, eyeing the civilian business suits before them. It was a stark departure from their usual red flightsuits, a transformation that signified a shift in their roles. For the first time since their induction, they were allowed to wear "civilian" clothes, although the term felt like an irony since these were given to them by the Corps.

Wearing civilian clothes was a novel experience for the paramedics trained for VIP Escort Duty. After years of the regimented red flightsuits, the soft caress of fine fabric against their skin felt alien, yet strangely liberating. The crispness of a tailored shirt, the smoothness of a silk tie — these were sensations they hadn’t experienced since before their conscription.

The instructor, a stern figure with years of experience etched into every line on his face, explained the importance of blending seamlessly into civilian environments during their VIP escort duties. As he spoke, the paramedics meticulously dressed in the prescribed attire: crisp shirts, perfectly knotted ties, and tailored business suits that hung flawlessly on their frames

Instructor KIP77 moved among them, adjusting collars and tying ties with the precision of someone who had done it a thousand times before. The ties were a deep shade of blue, chosen to match the paramedic insignia subtly embroidered on their shirt pockets. Each tie was fastened with a sharp clip, glinting in the light.

Underneath the suits, they wore the familiar heat-regulating and protective body gloves, a constant reminder of their paramedic identity even when disguised as civilians.

The sterile ambiance of the training room enveloped them, the overhead fluorescent lights casting a harsh glow on their freshly shaved heads. Trainees J4Y3 and L1N6 stared at each other, their eyes meeting in a moment of shared understanding. The recent change in their appearance, the absence of hair, and the discreet earpieces they both wore created a peculiar allure, an intriguing blend of sophistication and austerity.

The instructor's voice resonated through the room, firm and unwavering, as he emphasized the importance of their uniforms. "Your parade uniforms are not just garments; they're symbols of pride, discipline, and unity. When you wear them, you're not just representing yourselves but the entire paramedic corps. Respect for your uniform is non-negotiable."

He paced back and forth, eyes keenly observing each trainee. "These uniforms are your second skin. They should fit like armor, both physically and metaphorically. They will be your standard attire during this course, alongside the suits you're wearing now. We expect nothing short of perfection. Cleanliness, crispness, and attention to detail will be your watchwords."

A stern glance swept across the room, making sure every trainee felt the weight of his words. "You will inspect your uniforms daily. No loose threads, no stains, no wrinkles should mar their appearance. Parade or business, you will wear your uniforms with pride, and in turn, they will reflect the pride you take in your profession."

Training

In the sleekness of their new business suits, the paramedic trainees stepped into a world of simulations, each scenario carefully crafted to test their abilities, judgment, and adaptability. The sterile environment of the simulation room contrasted sharply with the tailored elegance of their attire.

T1CPS, adjusting his tie with a hint of nervous excitement, glanced at 2LE55, who seemed composed despite the tension in the air. "Ready for this?" Trainee 1 asked, his voice echoing slightly in the empty chamber.

2LE55 nodded, his earpiece activated to filter out all but the necessary information. "As ready as I'll ever be."

The room flickered to life, transforming into a bustling city street. Their surroundings shifted seamlessly, immersing them in a hyper-realistic scenario. Their sharp eyes scanned the crowd, picking out potential threats and assessing the situation in an instant.

A VIP figure emerged, flanked by security personnel. The trainees seamlessly blended into the background, their business suits helping them fade into the urban tapestry. The earpieces hummed with updates — snippets of conversation, vital data, and mission objectives.

As the simulation progressed, challenges arose. Unexpected obstacles tested their problem-solving skills. T1CPS adeptly deflected an overly curious journalist, his tie clip catching the light as he smoothly changed the subject. 2LE55 navigated through a maze of security protocols, ensuring the VIP's safety while maintaining an unassuming demeanor.

The simulation room buzzed with tension as they tackled each scenario, their suits never hindering their movements. In fact, the tailored attire seemed to enhance their confidence, reinforcing the idea that they were not just paramedics but elite professionals capable of handling any situation.

When the simulation concluded, they stepped out of the virtual world, their suits slightly rumpled from the intensity of the experience. T1CPS let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. "We did it," he said, a mix of relief and pride in his voice.

Your Position in the grand scheme of things

The instructor paced the room, his gaze fixed on the row of trainees before him. "Gentlemen, the positions you've just learned are fundamental to our duties in VIP service. Now, let's move on to the new positions you'll be mastering."

He paused, allowing the significance of his words to sink in before continuing.

"First, we have the 'Honor' position. This position is a blend of respect and readiness. It signifies your acknowledgment of the VIP's presence. When assuming the 'Honor' position, your right knee touches the ground, your left foot is forward, bent at the knee. Your wrists are clasped at the small of your back. Your chest is open, shoulders back, and your gaze is lowered. This position conveys both submission and strength."

"Next, the 'Full Present' position. In this stance, you're fully exposed and vulnerable, displaying complete surrender to the VIP. Your legs are apart, shoulders squared, arms raised, fingers laced behind your neck. Your eyes remain downcast. 'Full Present' is a gesture of trust and obedience."

"The 'Kneeling Attention' position signifies immediate readiness. You're on your knees, calves flat on the floor, thighs vertical. Your body remains upright, arms behind you, hands clasped. This position is all about alertness and preparedness. Your focus should be sharp, and your senses heightened."

"Lastly, the 'Assume Spot' position. This is your default state of readiness. When you're not in any specific posture, 'Assume Spot' is your go-to. It's a balanced posture, sitting comfortably but with vigilance. Eyes scan your surroundings, ears attuned to any instruction. In 'Assume Spot,' you're both relaxed and on high alert."

As the instructor briskly walked around the room, the trainees stood at attention, their bodies rigid, hands clasped behind their backs. It was a position they knew well, drilled into them during Basic Military Training. The instructor's voice cut through the air, crisp and commanding.

"At ease," he barked, and immediately, the trainees shifted into a relaxed stance, feet slightly apart, hands still clasped behind them. Their eyes followed the instructor's movements, absorbing every detail of the positions he demonstrated.

"Kneeling attention," the instructor called out, and the trainees gracefully dropped to their knees, calves flat on the floor, thighs vertical. Their bodies remained upright, arms held behind them, hands clasped.

"Full present," the instructor commanded, and the trainees adjusted their positions, sinking onto their knee caps, thighs spread shoulder-width apart. Arms were placed behind them, wrists clasped, and heads slightly bowed. It was a posture of respect, vulnerability, and readiness.

"Display," the instructor said, and the trainees stood tall, legs apart, shoulders squared. Their arms were raised, fingers laced behind their necks, exposing their chests in a gesture of submission. Eyes remained downcast, a sign of deference.

"Honor," the instructor intoned, and the trainees shifted onto their right knee, the left foot forward and bent at the knee. Their wrists were clasped at the small of their backs, presenting themselves with a mixture of strength and submission. It was a position that spoke of control willingly surrendered.

"Assume spot," the instructor concluded, and the trainees immediately moved to designated spots in the room, sitting comfortably but alert. Their eyes scanned the surroundings, ready for any indication from the VIP. In that moment, they were both at rest and on high alert, a dichotomy of relaxation and readiness that defined their existence.

In the hushed atmosphere of the training room, the trainees practiced these positions diligently, each movement precise and controlled. The room was filled with the sounds of their breathing, the rustle of clothing, and the soft echoes of commands

Your new Look

"Gentlemen," he began, his tone laced with a sense of finality, "it's time we address a fundamental shift in our approach. In the realm of VIP duty, your appearance holds immense value. You can't hide behind a visor anymore. You're going to be seen, assessed, and judged by the people you're protecting. It's not just about being strong and skilled. It's about exuding confidence, trust, and yes, attractiveness."

A ripple of discomfort spread through the room. We, the paramedics, had grown accustomed to the anonymity our visors provided. It was a shield against the prying eyes of the public, a mask behind which we could focus solely on our duties. Now, that sanctuary was being stripped away.

The instructor continued, "To help you navigate this new aspect of your role, each of you will receive individual counseling and instructions from a beauty specialist. They, too, are paramedics, trained to enhance your features and bring out your masculinity. You'll learn to present yourselves in a way that exudes strength and confidence, traits that will inspire trust in those you're tasked to protect."

With the specialist

I stood in the sterile, brightly lit room, feeling the weight of the beauty specialist's scrutiny upon me. He, G60PJ, was a meticulous man, his eyes scanning my face as if searching for imperfections to be corrected.

"You understand, T1CPS, that your appearance is a crucial part of your role now," G60PJ said, his tone a mix of professionalism and condescension. "We're aiming for a look that combines rugged masculinity with refined elegance. You're not just a paramedic anymore; you're a representative of the Corps, someone who embodies strength and confidence."

I nodded, not because I agreed but because it was expected. As he spoke, his fingers danced across a holographic display, generating images of potential hairstyles, each one drastically different from the familiar chrome dome I had grown used to. He settled on an ultra-short buzzcut, explaining that it would emphasize my facial features while still projecting an aura of discipline and strength

The chrome dome, my distinctive paramedic trait, was about to be replaced by something different, something the specialist deemed more suitable.

His tone was laced with condescension as he commented, "Consider yourself fortunate, T1CPS. There are those among your colleagues who require more... drastic measures to meet our standards. Surgical interventions, facial reconstructions. You, at least, have the basics in place."

I nodded, not sure if it was meant to be a reassurance or a veiled threat. The implication hung in the air — comply, or face the possibility of being reshaped in ways I couldn't even fathom.

"Your skin regimen will be adjusted too," he continued, his voice carrying an undertone of authority. "A daily cleansing routine with specialized products to enhance your complexion. And we'll introduce a subtle makeup routine to highlight your eyes and bring out the intensity of your gaze. Remember, this isn't just about looking good. It's about inspiring confidence in those who rely on you."

I stood still as he applied a variety of lotions and powders, his movements deft and precise. The makeup felt foreign against my skin, a layer of artificiality that clashed with my paramedic identity. Yet, it was being imposed upon me, another layer of expectation to add to the ever-growing list.

"All of these adjustments will be part of your standing orders," G60PJ said, his fingers flying across the holographic interface. "Consider it a daily ritual, just like putting on your armor suit. You'll wear your new appearance with pride, projecting an image that speaks of capability, trustworthiness, and dependability."

"Of course, T1CPS," the beauty specialist continued, his tone barely concealing his disdain. "We will have special classes for you, teaching you how to apply makeup properly. You need to master the art of enhancing your features, making sure your appearance is always impeccable.”

I hesitated for a moment before obeying. As I looked into the mirror, I barely recognized the person staring back at me. The buzzcut, the subtle makeup enhancing my features, and the perfectly groomed appearance gave me an air of confidence and allure I hadn't felt before. Despite my reservations, there was an odd sense of satisfaction in seeing how well I fit into the Corps' definition of 'ideal.'

The beauty specialist, G60PJ, seemed pleased with his work. "You see, T1CPS? A little effort can go a long way. With the right grooming and makeup, you'll project the image of strength and capability that the Corps expects.

Despite my initial resistance, I couldn't help but acknowledge that the meticulous grooming and makeup had transformed my appearance.

A strange sense of pride welled up within me. Maybe it was the satisfaction of meeting the Corps' expectations, or perhaps it was the recognition of the effort I had put into adapting to this new version of myself.

G60PJ leaned in, his voice conspiratorial, "You know, T1CPS, it's not just about how you look. It's about how you feel. And I can see that you like what you see in that mirror. You've got that spark, that confidence. Trust me, your mates are going to appreciate the transformation too. So why don’t you cash in some reward points, open the chastity cages tonight and spend some time together?”.

I quietly left the room consindering his advice.

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