#better half lua

[ocidozi]

WIP -Cough cough- Thua

[toto-4444]

The male manipulator.

[lozxea]

I totally wasn’t looking forward for something like this in the game…sobs in the corner of shame

[caxde]

Hey you! I loved the bright eyes request!! I’d love to request a next part where Eddie finally asks princess out and Lua calls you mommy as she heard it at school or daycare and her and Eddie talk about it? 🫣

Also sorry I’m a pain I just love your story so much! It’s my favorite

Hi babe! I'm sorry it took so long, I have been going through it. I hope you enjoy it!

bright eyes universe drabble ~2.1k girl!dad eddie

“Careful Lu, let dada flip it.” He whispered as he grabbed the plastic spatula away from her hand. 

Her curious eyes followed every move he made, watching closely and in awe as he rapidly flipped the chocolate chip pancake they had made together. 

They had snuck into your trailer with everything prepared, pancake mix in one of those old reused glass jars. He got that new habit from you and your pantry. 

Lua kept giggling at the idea of waking you up. Her cheeks became rosier by the second as her eyes squinted. She had a hard time controlling her excitement given has she had only joked about wanting to wake you up, lucky for her her indulgent dad had the same idea. 

She climbed down the chair she used to see what Eddie cooked -he had a new habit, talking her through every process, trying to get her to talk more, better, longer sentences- and given that he was pouring more mix into the buttered pan he was too focused to stop her. He figured she’d sit on the floor as she usually did. 

Lua had other ideas in her head, she found her way to your bedroom door. A light push was enough for it to open and the little giggles became a chuckling that made you toss in your bed, now that you laid half awake. 

Her tiny footsteps found the side you were sleeping and a koi smile appeared on your lips as you realised what was happening. As soon as you felt the pressure on the mattress and her whispered grunting of her effort to climb your bed you knew you had to wrap her under your sheets. 

So you did, your eyes halved open as you saw her big and wide smile. You couldn’t help but let your lips curl upwards. Her hair looked exactly as Eddie’s did when he had a long night of just dreaming and tossing, a tangled perfected mess. You let out a small “AH” before opening your arms as you held your duvet, pulling it down in a swift motion, trapping her inside while she jumped to hug you. 

The small giggles and screams made Eddie rush to your room, finding the scene he found both endearing and magical. The warm morning light creeping into your room illuminates your bedroom in a way that makes it seem like it was already a warm and special memory. He stood there for a second by the threshold crossing his arms as he saw you both emerge from under the covers, he could help but shake his head in disbelief from how lucky he felt. 

You made eye contact with him briefly as Lua continued blabbering her good mornings and her excited questions and he mouthed a soft “morning” he caught you blushing before you mouthed back a soft “good”. 

He walked back to the kitchenaid with a different rhythm, a happier and more awake one. 

-

You waited in the car while he dropped Lua off into kindergarten, watching with a shy smile at the idealistic picture and the four hugs and six forehead kisses of reassurance Lua had needed before going inside the classroom. 

You laughed quietly to yourself as you waited for him to come back, seeing how an excited grin appeared on his face as he found his way back to you. 

“Hi” Eddie muttered as soon as he opened the door, sitting back in the driver seat. His head reached for yours so your lips could meet properly. 

A sweet and short kiss laid at the top of your lips. 

“Hi” You whispered back, feeling that familiar flush in your cheeks as that lucky feeling invaded your body once again. 

“So, what do you want to do?” He asked as he started the car, it caught you by surprise if you were honest, he could tell by the way your lips pressed together. 

“I thought you had work?” You half asked. You were the one that needed reassurance now. 

“Not until lunch.” He said nonchalantly, his right hand finding your thigh, stroking it softly and absentmindedly. 

“Wade’s doing the pick up then?” You followed as he started to drive, not sure where to go yet. 

“Shit.” He muttered as realisation hit. 

He looked at you with a horrified look. You knew in that instance he was starting to panic, he was starting to feel bad about himself, his mind telling him all sort of horrible and despicable things he would never dare to speak aloud. 

“Do you want me to…?” The space between his eyebrows where a wrinkle was relaxed suddenly. You simply smiled back, your hand petting his that still laid on top of your thigh. 

“You don’t have to…” You shook your head as soon as he said it. 

“It doesn’t bother me, Moon.” His hand tangled with yours. You saw him blushing at the softness of your tone. 

“I know it doesn’t… I just don’t want you to feel like you have to fix my fuck ups” He tried to explain as his eyes left the road to look at yours. 

“But I like fixing your fuck ups” You chirped back with a sweet sing-song voice that made him earnestly smile. “I also like you” You add just so you could see him blush a bit. 

“Idiot” Eddie whispered through his teeth, smiling wide at the sound of your words. 

“Your idiot.” 

“Yeah, lucky me.” He left a kiss on the back of your palm as he continued to drive aimlessly, singing along to the songs on the radio with you. 

Truthful bliss was felt once the two of you were together. 

-

You did feel nervous, yet again, it would be weird if you didn’t feel it. Everyone around you was older and they all seemed to have their life figured all out. You clocked a pattern -as you usually did when you were feeling a bit too anxious- those of them that seemed more uptight, blonder and with cleaner clothes seemed to take an effort so they could stay out of your way. Yet the ones that were a bit more tired, with wilder hair and kinder smiles dedicated soft  nods and smiles to your direction. 

It was a weird reassurance.

The blue door opened and with it the soft chatter and spontaneous giggles and scream from toddlers invaded the previously quiet street. You waited for the eager parents to rush through the door, you knew you had to introduce yourself to the teacher, even if Eddie had called in advance and explained to them that you were picking her daughter, it still invaded you with a sense of nervousness, your heart beating louder in your chest. 

You found your way, a few steps away from the door as a shy Lua emerged, holding hands with a young girl, a couple years older than you at best. You let your knees touch the ground as you open your arms, she rushed to hold you with an excited giggle. 

“Hi bug! You had a good day?” You asked as you embraced her, picking her up from the ground, her backpack hanging off her, way too big for her. 

“Yeah!” She hid her head on your chest as she continued to chuckle, excited by your presence. 

“So… You’re Lua’s mom?” The teacher asked. 

Your eyes widened, as shock invaded your body. You started to shake your head profusely as you rocked Lua whose head poked out once she heard her name. Mom is a word that you hadn’t discussed or introduced. Not since you did accidentally met her actual mother, and yet the word has only been discussed out of earshot from her, between you and Eddie in hushed voices and wet eyes. 

“No, no… Uh, I'm Eddie’s partner.” You struggled to find your words, trying to make sense of what was happening. You saw how she turned white with embarrassment. 

“I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to…” She started to apologise, but you just shook your head once again before she could understand your need for her to stop talking. “I just thought, and since I had never seen Lua’s mom I just figured you, I mean she had finally come I..” She kept trying to male it right but your cheeks were becoming redder than Lua’s shirt. 

“It’s fine really.” You told her with a kind smile and a soft touch to her arm. “We actually have to go, I have to take her to her dad’s car shop. You’re ready bug?” 

“Yeah…” She added with a confused voice. Lua waited for both of you to be alone. She needed to know what that new word meant. “Princess?” She softly asked. 

“Yes bug?” 

“What’s mom?” You could tell she was genuinely curious. “Are you mom?” 

“Oh..” You mumbled trying to know what you were allowed to respond. “Um… You know why Eddie’s your dad?” She nodded slowly, not really following. “Eddie’s your dad because he had you, and your mom is the other person that had you, because it takes two people to really like and love each other to make such a special person.” You started to explain as you helped her into the little kid seat Eddie had in his van. “Your dad loves you very much and takes care of you.” You added as you left a soft kiss on her forehead. With the impeding feeling you were somehow fucking it all up. 

“You take care of me” She responded once you were looking into her eyes. 

“Yes.” 

“And you love me?” That childish way of asking with a pure innocence made you smile softly. 

“Of course I do, bug.” 

“Then you’re mom.” She concluded. You shook your head as you fastened her seatbelt. You left that where it was, you weren’t sure what to answer.

-

“Dada!” Lua screamed as soon as she set foot on the car shop, running directly to where Eddie was. 

“Hi Lu!” Eddie matched her energy perfectly, grabbing her in one swift motion and letting her rest on top of the car he was finishing the check up. “How was school?” 

“Fun!” She added with a chuckle as she looked at him with a glee in her eyes. 

“I wanna hear all about it. Dada’s gonna go for a snack and then you tell me, okay?” She nodded enthusiastically as Eddie found its way to you so he could steal a kiss. 

“Hi.” 

“Hi.” You grabbed his hand as he passed swiftly by you to reach for his bag where he had an assortment of snacks for Lua to choose from. “Lua learned a new word today.” 

“Oh no, did I miss her first curse word?” He added with a sarcastic hope that would make you chuckle in another circumstance. 

“Actually, she learned mom” You whispered, he was now recreating the same expression you had made when the young girl had said it to you. “She asked what it meant, I tried to explain but she was convinced that I was… well- that.” You finished as his eyes shifted between you and her. 

“I’m sorry you had to…” He started, deciding to change what he was about to say before even speaking, even if it was no use since you had already guessed what he was about to. “You are kinda like her mom though… I mean she knows you more than…. This is a weird conversation, right?” He checked with you, grabbing your hand and pushing you a bit closer. Needing to feel like he wasn’t completely losing his mind. 

“It is a weird conversation. I just… I’m not her mom, I could… I would never want to impose that I just… I do take care of her and I love her and I love you but I just… I’m not” He squeezed your hand three times so your eyes met his. That maroon colour lets you get lost in them. 

“You love me?” He asked with a smile on his face, trying to distract you from the pit of overthinking you were fastly approaching. 

“Yes.” You answered with flushed hot cheeks. 

“I love you too…” He whispered before pushing you into a hug, whispering the next words close to your ear. “We’ll figure it out, whatever makes you comfortable. We can talk about it over dinner, tomorrow?” 

“I’d like that.” You whispered back, leaving a sound kiss on his cheek. 

He smiled at you with that grin that made you bite the interior of your cheek in response. You stood there looking at him, and the way he rushed back to Lua, letting her pick whatever snack she pleased. 

You wanted more than anything to be a part of this for as long as possible, you desired to stay in this bubble forever. 

Full of love, hope and fondness.

[wannaeatramyeon]

The Crew Heads with Reader: Dinner

G/N. (Jake Kim, Eli Jang, Johan Seong, Samuel Seo).

Bro Code | Dinner | Shopping | Television | Gacha | Board Games | Suits

The manchildren are ignoring each other.

It's for the better, really, considering their temperaments.

Johan (slouched, head propped up by his palm) and Samuel (straight backed, perfect posture) sit opposite. A worn, beaten dining table separating them. Both deliberately keeping their gaze on their phones, scrolling half-hearted through social media and trivial articles, faces lit up by bluelight.

Anything to try and block out one another.

Occasional sounds ringing out from their devices, joining the backdrop of sizzling and clanging floating out from the kitchen down the hallway.

Dinner shouldn't be too far away, judging by the smells. Even if Jake and Eli are helping, at least with you taking the lead, they won't be able to get away with anything untoward such as adding a hearty dose of cyanide. 

If you don't do that first, that is.

Facilitated by your presence, an uneasy, delicate truce hangs in the balance between the Crew Heads. Could be broken by the most miniscule interruption. 

Someone breathing too loud.

Someone taking up too much room.

Someone-

"YOU KISSED?!"

Johan and Samuel lift up their heads in unison at your voice. 

Followed by a screech (also yours).

Then - BANG!

Something heavy clatters in the kitchen.

The sound of an indignant shout (Eli's), yelping (Jake's), after a resounding smack (likely courtesy of you). 

One, or both, of them must have pissed you off.

Nothing new there.

They both return back to their phones, trying to keep the strained peace but-

Eyes lock, long enough to antagonise. Samuel's, full of patronising superiority and Johan's, narrowed with distrust and disdain. True feelings laid bare.

Neither look away.

The seconds tick by. Grows into minutes.

Samuel, always having a complex to soothe, pokes him first. With a smirk, "So you took my advice. Stealing shoes worked out well." 

Lips pressed tight and ears burning, Johan glares at him. Taunting tone matching his, "So did being Eugene's dog."

Samuel's expression takes on a dangerous edge, "How's your eyesight-"

Johan clenches his fist, white-knuckled and tense. Prepares to lunge to punch that smug look off his face-

"DINNER!" 

You slam down a large pan of kimchi stew in the middle of the table. Breaking the tension and whatever trouble is stirring.

No doubt Samuel is the instigator, and you throw him a dirty look as he holds your gaze for a just moment, before rolling his eyes and looking away, tips of his ears burning red.

Called it.

Johan huffs, small and pleased and victorious. Hand reaching out for a serving-

"Not yet," you chide, slapping his hand away with chopsticks and you are greeted by a look reminiscent of an annoyed cat.

Jake and Eli join soon after, carrying the rice and banchan. Jake gives Eli a grin, looking pleased with himself as the latter pointedly ignores him.

"Seriously, you can join Big Deal. Maybe as No.7. Lua would kill me and I can't bump Lineman."

"I said no." Eli sits down, as far away as possible from the Big Deal boss.

"I heard Jerry and Warren are getting friendly." Jake picks up the pickled radishes. "They would probably like fighting alongside each other.” 

Eli pinches the bridge of his nose. Somehow this guy is even more persistent than his own toddler. “For crying out loud-” 

"No. How many times! " Your hands dart out to grab Jake's around the wrist.  Intercepting him about to add the pickle juice into the stew. Poised to ruin it for the rest of you. Speaking slowly and clearly, you stress, "No. Pickle. Juice."

"It tastes better, trust me." He tries for a winning smile and is met with groans all around the table.

"No." 

"It tastes like shit."

"Keep it in your own bowl."

"I don't trust you."

Jake, defeated, clicks his tongue. "Fine. You all have no taste."

"Us?" Eli scrunches his face. Jake opens his mouth, but is cut off before anything comes out, “And no! Stop asking Hostel to join with Big Deal. We are not a family.”

Taking this as an opportunity to get even with Samuel, Johan growls, low and menacing, "What the fuck did you say before?"

Samuel sneers, finding no threat in this boy, "I said-"

You sigh.

So long, pleasant meal.

So long, keeping the peace.

You let the noise and angry voices wash over you, serving yourself a portion. At least it won’t get physical with you around (and you’re proven right when they keep casting shifty looks over, as if waiting for you to tell them off).

Better to let them get it out of their system like this, you think, tucking into your food.

[luckystarexp]

i might make a better half fangame guys because im mad that nemleis not gonna do anything with that game..

Lua sitting on his bed :3 this is the start of the game, basically thiu calls lua up bc hes lonely.. this would be after the merging end thing

theyre also kinda queer so thats fun guys!!

[andmaybegayer]

Last Monday of the Week 2024-05-20

It's not a time loop but it can feel like it

Listening: I started listening to Kill James Bond, in a sort of spiritual exchange with @thosearentcrimes who started Friends At The Table because I keep reblogging fanart. Got another one.

It is very strange to hear off-the-cuff Abigail Thorn. The YouTube videos are very practiced and careful. I am not a huge James Bond Watcher but I have seen a pretty sizeable number of these in passing when they were on TV it turns out. I appreciate just absolutely ripping into Bond for just sucking ass at his job and being the most obvious fucker on the planet.

Reading: finished A Memory Called Empire, really great time with that, wrote a bit more about that here.

Started Virtual Light by Gibson. Gibson is very bad at predicting the future but very good at writing, which is in many ways better than the other way around. I like these glimpses into what the 90's dreamed the future would be. Very global, very dirty, very privatized. In some ways he was right!

Watching: Gunsmith Cats, on recommendation from @girlfriendsofthegalaxy, a beautiful little three episode anime based on a serialised magazine comic. All on youtube, an hour and a half exceedingly well spent.

I am constantly pointing at the screen and hollering at gorgeous moments. Fantastically animated cars and guns. Really sells this whole Chicago thing.

Making: progress on the Lua LED controller, figured out some annoying memory issues that give me some much needed breathing room. Now I have to embed a bunch of functions to make it useful and build an interface.

Doing preliminary research on building a soundproofed box for my storage server which has some very annoying power supply whine that I can't really solve.

Playing: Minimal, but beat Pinwheel in Dark Souls and screwed around in Star Wars Squadrons a little.

Tools and Equipment: I'm trying to decide if I still hate shorts. I think I might no longer hate shorts. They're comfy and easy to wear. Much to think about.

[raisindave]

[Chapter 72] Seeing the World Through Ballistic-Tinted Glasses

Ghost

Simon’s perspective; mirrors the previous chapter.

No setting is unequipped so long as you know where to look. Whether you’re finding yourself in a desert or tundra or dropped in the middle of a frigid ocean. Most bathrooms in these dodgy motels don't bother carting around cleaning supplies; it's easier to clean at the staff's wavering discretion. As luck would have it, the cabinet with ramshackle hinges houses a small patch of rusty steel wool. This will do. Luck also favoured the battery being in the alarm altogether. Using a lens as a firestarter would take far too long. She'd pack up and leave by the time you can fulfill your plot. Lua sat patiently enough, physically, that is, but she's never been good at concealing her true feelings behind those expressive eyes. 

"You remember our word, right?" you ask loud enough that she has no choice but to answer, carefully clearing rust from the steely pad. 

Her humming vocalization grants you the go-ahead to resume. You should command her to use her words and that hums aren't appropriate confirmations. She doesn't look like she's in a state to receive more corrective reprimands. The extent of whatever's got her so upset is beyond you, and there's no Italian bloke you can wring the truth from. Gaz and Price are so far oblivious to your tussles with Lua. That much you can say with certainty. Johnny, on the other hand, you're not too sure. He's always had a way of reading you; it's annoying. She's not exactly subtle, though, gawking at you slackjawed for days after you fuck her brains out. You'd think someone with that level of intelligence would have the mental wherewithal to recognize her lack of discretion. 

When connected with the live end of a battery, steel wool completes the circuit through conductive metal; the fragility of the wiry fibres makes them spark into an ember, an easy chemical fire. 9-volt batteries, easily sourced in most smoke detectors and stove lights, having a two-terminal array on one side is necessary or the wool won't spark. The fire is weak but fast-moving, leaving you precious seconds to transfer the infant flame to the wick. It crackles to life with a pause, and the embering metal is easily smothered with your thumb. Raised eyebrows say she's amazed, but her eyes are still haunted. 

"Where'd you learn to do that?" Her voice cracked when she spoke. 

"SAS Handbook," you grumble, setting the candle aside to focus on more pressing matters. 

Soy wax has a lower melting point, it won't leave any lingering pain beyond what's required. She's lucky Laswell didn't gift her paraffin wax, as that would've changed things. You'd never have expected that you'd use your quick-deploy paracord rope like this, but it'd been sitting idle on your keychain for years. With only seven feet of chord, you'd have to calculate the necessary rope to fasten her, a skill you'd been taught when tying skiffs and lean-to's in your training. It's a shame to unravel the paracord, it'll take hours to re-bind it. But now it's time to reposition your tango. Her ankle flinches when you grip it, but you still yank her into the center of the boxspring canvas. 

Her eyes lit up when you climbed over her, planting your knees beside her hips to better control your work, it almost made you laugh. Not yet, little Cricket. So eager. Right now, you'll need to create a stem that will connect the loop on her lower chest to the pairing one across her collarbone. Performing a figure eight knot backwards and blind is not something you'd done in this specific setting before, but it'll make a good anchor along her shoulder blades. It's hard to focus when you can feel her eyes lusting at the base of your mask. 

A half hitch on the stem and another half hitch bring the ropes back through the loop. This will make the hardpoint to fasten her wrists to. Now again, to the front, crossing a V through the two loops makes an anchor in the middle pull her breasts together just right; it's a true test of your self-control not to tear off your mask and hear what sounds she'll make when you bite those eager nipples. The effort is rewarded when you pull the figure-eight weave taut, and the soft, plump skin is utterly addictive. 

"This isn't revenge for that lil ol' thing in the bunker, right?" she squeaked, poorly shielding her apprehension.

"What thing is that?" you turn the question back to her, a scare tactic you'd used on countless warmongers. 

A taut-line hitch around her wrists will keel those grabbing hands out of reach, one of the first knots Lofty teaches. The knot is reliable and allows for flexible lengths, and it is easily tightened if a certain sergeant continues writhing. She's grinding that pretty pussy against your groin as if you won't notice. She's a fly in your web now. It's starting to make more sense in your mind why so many people enjoy this kind of thing so much, colleagues bantering about getting kinky with their wives in the workroom when they assume you aren't in earshot. She's entirely surrendered herself to your whims, and this power is fantastic, you can't help but feel pretty chuffed. 

"That time I had you on your back, lieutenant, begging for me to touch you," her words snapped you from your trance like a splash of cold water. "Don't you remember that time you were a snivelling, grovelling mess, apologizing so I might let you come?"

"Don't give me any new ideas," you smirk, sucking your teeth in thought. 

"It's not a new idea if you're stealing it outright." 

"You want a gag?" you hiss, considering the image of your fingers silencing her words. 

"But how will you hear me apologize then, lieutenant?"

She doesn't know that the way she says your rank always makes you harder than ever before, even when she thinks it's a jab. It seems she's not entirely surrendered like you'd expected. It doesn't matter. She can think she's won this petty squabble, but the truth is you let her win. You'll permit her this victory only because you've already choreographed the brutal punishments you want to inflict on her. The idea that it could mean not being able to hear her safe word was also a sobering thought. That, and that the songs she sings are just too sweet. All enough to strip the sentiment from your mind entirely.  

"You seem like you've done this stuff before," she said, stealing your attention from your work again. 

That didn't require an answer. Letting her simmer with the possibilities she's proposed is more fun. The root of your scare tactics revolves around the target creating their imaginary mythos about how horrifying you must be when you wear this executioner's hood. It's worked exceptionally well. But you weren't always violent during sex, if anything you were the opposite. You don't really do play fighting. You do scrimmage or actual combat—little else. Learning to be gentle and playful in a combat situation feels like using your left hand; familiar movements but not the same certainty. Lua seems to have pinned you as some sort of expert rigger, and maybe she'll believe your masque of certainty. The knots are known, and her breath quickens when you touch her soft skin to draw them tight. 

"Take off your clothes," she commanded, it made you grin. 

"You should've thought about trying to give me orders before you got tied up like a smoked ham."

"You weren't fucking the smoked hams when you were a butcher, were you?" she mused sweetly. 

Funny. There she is again, catching you by surprise with serrated banter. A sharp tongue that challenges your own where few people have matched this level of raillery. Johnny comes close, but he's not bitter like she is. It takes a high level of intelligence to be that witty, a trait more attractive than squealing giggles or batting eyelashes. That won't earn her the upper hand, and pinching one of those eager nipples between your fingers makes her writhe in the way you were hoping she would. 

"You're deflecting," she tried to look like she wasn't enjoying your manipulation. "What's the matter? Bashful?" 

"No." 

She's grossly mischaracterized you if she thinks you're some precious meek thing, that you'll cry and shudder if she saw your body under your equipment. Your shirt lifted over your back easily, cool air breathing across your bare shoulders. While wearing heavy clothing can offer protection in more ways than one, you'd never been described as shy by anyone who knew you. The thought of security gave you pause. You'd bet your life she didn't lock the door. If she'd locked the door as you requested, you'd go easier on her, but reignited agitation at her lack of vigilance permitted you to give her your worst. You made sure she'd hear the click of the deadbolt, she always folds when you glare at her. Hopefully, she'll commit this act to memory. The way she's panting like a dog says that she's mentally preoccupied, it's hard not to let it stoke your ego. 

Lua couldn't take her eyes off your chest for the longest time, but she managed to pry them away when she heard the clasp of your belt. That sound is evolving into a Pavlovian response to her. It could be fun to tease her or blindfold her here and now and deprive her of the pleasure. But it feels cruel to turn to punishment this early on. Leaning down wouldn't be good husbandry for a fresh injury, you'd have to lean rather than bend. That's a lesson you'd learned the hard way before. You folded your jeans, it'd be a shame to get them dirty on this dubiously stained carpet and set them aside in the chair's safety. Grinning under your mask, she followed your thumbs as they dragged your briefs below your thighs with unblinking eyes. 

By now, every other woman you've brought to bed would've asked about your scars. 'What's this one? ' 'What's that one? ' the questions become an expected tax on your psyche as soon as you undress, a predictable conversation that takes away from time you'd soon spend alone. It's a consequence of your long-lived lifestyle. Lua doesn't ask about them, though her eyes still hungrily explore your body nonetheless, but that's typical. A quick shag for convenience is great for morale, but this is more time than you've ever spent with a single person. Sometimes when you're off tour you'd find someone at a bar, but those encounters have become more and more rare through the years. At the thought of it, the last time you remembered bedding another woman was half a decade ago. Partners aren't conducive to a lifestyle where you're on the road for months at a time, not to mention the looming threat of death.

"What a good little soldier," her voice stings your heart. 

"You sound nervous," you challenge her knowingly. 

She sings so sweetly when you enter her, it inspires an unsettling instinct of aggression within you. At how vulnerable she's made herself. Like when you see a duckling or baby; something makes you want to crush her under your weight. Instead, you pull the ropes tighter, creating a deep strain that presses the swell of her breasts higher above her heaving chest. You couldn't help your wandering hands that slither over her skin, searching for what they've already found. Her lips hang open, glistening with saliva as she gasps when you thrust into her. The thought of smothering her craning mouth with yours makes sweat gather along your spine, you're already pushing your boundaries enough as is. Self-control, Simon. It would be inappropriate. What's the point? It's already inappropriate. You can't. You'd have to blindfold her if you did. But you can't, it's prohibited. You'd already intimidated her into obeying the established rules just moments ago. 

Removing your mask entirely flickered in your psyche as a possibility. Lua's position being outside of 141 makes it a complication, though. Her affiliation with the task force isn't like Las Almas, where showing your face was a necessary show of trust during a particularly dubious operation. Not only is she an impermanent foreign IA unit, but she's also alarmingly oblivious to the dangers around her. Lua’s genius in her craft comes at with the consequence of not seeing threats that are otherwise obvious to honed eyes. If she got captured, which is more likely than she realizes, having seen your face could make it possible to describe it if she's under enough manufactured stress. Farah was right to warn you; she'll never be aware of the danger she's exposed to until it's too late. She'd stop to fawn over a yellow scorpion, delighted by its lovely tail, heedless to its heart-stopping venom. You owe it to Farah to steer her from harm she'd be blind to, even if that harm is herself lately. You've taken on that responsibility because that's what you've always learned to do. Take on every burden, regardless of the cost. It’s a worthy trade for someone who takes you so well, groaning so sweetly when you punish her with your cock.

In the haze of lust, those thoughts return. Times like this make you vulnerable to slithering fantasies you'd learned to bury. Thoughts of a swollen belly, of fatherhood, of a family and domestic bliss. It's all so possible, a pipe dream that need not be. It's a terrible idea on all fronts, yet the deeply rooted cravings pry at your wit. Her eyes staring at yours whisper that she wants it, she wants to bear that burden. You try to swallow, but your throat is dry, and a twang of panic snakes through your sinews. You creep. These thoughts can't continue. Full stop. Composure. Your hand found the candle as you found yourself quickly approaching your orgasm sooner than anticipated. Finally, enough heat had created a pool under the wick. Dribbling candle wax spatters on her chest and the way her mouth warps as she cries out makes you crazy. More, more. Enough to wrench those thoughts from your mind with brute force, melting away your sin. Please do it again.  

"F-fuck you," she stammered when you were particularly cruel. 

Moments like this make you wonder if she's connecting with the irony of the situation right now. At least you're not prying an apology from her for things she scarcely even remembers, emasculating her with her own equipment. Though it's not strictly true to say there's no ulterior motive. You just have to keep drowning these creeping fantasies at all costs. Daydreams that keep you awake through restless nights. There's just something so darling to your conscience that it's been your beacon in the darkest times, imaging a hand-whittled wooden spoons degraded to an angle over years of labouring over homemade meals. A tool that's been there for ages, stable. Reliable and worn. Honed and loved. An odd mental image that keeps a spark in your cold chest that keeps a fire in your will to live. Another drop of hot wax along her belly makes you shudder, how pathetic. 

"You've always been an asshole, y'know that?" Another attempt to chastise you as if you're not immune to cheap beratement. 

That can't go unanswered. You leaned in closer, lowering to hover over her. The act tightened your abdomen, reminding you of fresh stitches, but the feeling of her clenching around you made it worth it. Pushing her to her limits came with the consequence of testing your control over her own body. Harsh staccato movements of your thumb across her clitoris seemed to bring forward the most intense reaction, only for you to withdraw it without warning. 

"Unoriginal son of a bitch," Lua made her opinion known. 

She can talk all she wants. She feels so fucking good. You have to get a hold of yourself. Her breast feels so warm and soft in your palm that you had to drown creeping excitement with bitter memories to stop yourself from succumbing. However, she can't keep up with your pace, and you now have the power to decide her fate. She gets this look on her face when she's close, unbeknownst to her, signalling you to relax your pace. The sheen of sweat over her wrought body made pinched skin shimmer, glowing in the light of the candle. 

"That's no way to talk about my mother," you whisper against her neck. She smells so good. 

"Fuck you," her voice was sharp but still smooth like silk. 

"I should make you apologize for that." 

Insolent, but a captivating challenge. During your time as a sergeant, you'd also held a certain skepticism toward your insipid commanders. It must be so freeing to be able to tell your superior to go fuck themselves, even if in private. She brings a certain unity to this team, you'd fiercely challenge any administrator or senior officer who considered changing her position. Especially if it comes to the bonus of keeping her in a position like this. Every time you're around her, you say more in ten minutes than you have in over twenty years. It's becoming harder and harder to admit that-... she recoils, gathering her lips to spit at your face above hers. Warm saliva spattering across your eyes, your mind works fast to find a process of reciprocation. Conflicting emotions and pouring outrage propose a dozen disciplinary actions to take. One in particular clicks into place in your mind. She has no idea what she's just done.

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Master List

[ranmagender]

honestly 2024, the year i turned 30 has been among my best years. like its had its ups and downs but like

i learnt how to draw, having never really felt like id be able to do so before

i drew every day for 60 days

i learnt 3d modeling in blender

i learnt Lua programming

i made a game in powerpoint (yes really lol)

i reconnected with my family, we werent estranged or anything but i feel the connection is deeper and better than before

i read two books which frankly is more than i often read in a year due to attention issues (flatland and digital minimalism)

remade my blog and set up an rss feed

i submitted a story to Jenny Everywhere Day

i set up website for Land of Elcarim and wrote two stories for it

made a fursona and commissioned lots of art of her even drew some myself. despite being a furry for a while now never had a fursona until this year

Cooked more

learnt how to bake a lot of things using my air fryer

its been a solid year and if 2025 is even half as good ill consider that a win. gonna try to start saving money, be more social in general and do my usual creative endeavors and continue my habit of drawing, perhaps not daily but enough to keep up with it.

im pretty happy

[hannahssimblr]

Chapter Nine

I huddle behind the till with Petra on the last Friday before Christmas, watching as she tallies up the till for the final time before the new year. 

“Okay, so we sold five of these, three of those, and the last eight of those ones… and I’ll have to check the books again but I think I sent twelve to the post office today.” I glance over her shoulder at the long receipt that’s been spit out of the till to confirm. “So that’s almost all of them sold?”

She glances over to the card rack on the wall nearby. “Everything except for, I think, four?”

“Wow.” I say. “I can’t believe people actually wanted them.”

“Oh for goodness sake!” She grins. “Of course they did, you did a beautiful job on those cards. You should be very proud.”

I blush. “I actually am.”

Petra empties the last of the till coins into a plastic bag and locks it into the safe for the bank. “Well you can enjoy the money, my dear, and enjoy your christmas. Have you planned to do anything nice?”

“The usual. I’ll just go to my granny’s house and we’ll have dinner with my aunts and uncles and cousins. We just found out that my uncle’s wife is pregnant again, so that’s something to chat about at the dinner table.”

“Sounds lovely.” She muses, and I suppress a grimace as I zip up my coat. “Yeah, well, have a safe flight home to Spain. I hope you have better weather than we do here.”

“Me too.” She says. “Happy New Year, since I won’t see you before then.” I smile and let myself out onto the dark of the early evening street as the jaunty little bell jingles in the door behind me. 

Luke, who owns the coffee shop across the street, is closing his shutters too, and gives me a quick wave and a “merry Christmas, Evie.” as he covers up the window art I did for him a few weeks ago. He liked what I’d done for Mezzotint so much that he asked me to do one for him too. I went out on a limb and asked him for one hundred euros for it, and he paid it without batting an eyelid. All of that money has gone towards Christmas presents, as for the first time in years I’ve been able to afford them. I hop on the Luas and ride it towards the centre of town. It’s jammed with commuters in big coats, the windows fogged up and dripping with condensation. The lights outside blur together through the fog. 

I get off at Jervis Street onto pavement that’s still wet with the rain from earlier and wander up towards Henry street, where I buy a hot chocolate from the crepe and coffee kiosk that’s still open, just because I want one, and then head towards Arnotts where I walk around looking at fancy things that I cannot afford for half an hour, just for the sake of doing it. There are discounted Christmas decorations in one section, and I’m drawn to a pair of pink feathered ones with silver beads laced along the ribbons. On sale, they are ten euros each but I buy both of them anyway, because Claire would love them. 

On the way out I go to the perfume section and spray Tom Ford on myself. The shop assistant smiles at me like she thinks I might want to buy it, but I avoid eye contact. I will never own perfume like this. I bring my wrists to my nose and inhale the complicated aroma as I head back onto the maniacal December crowds, imagining for a moment how satisfying it must feel to smell like two hundred euro perfume every day, to know that you can throw money at something frivolous, just because you like the smell of it. 

When I arrive home, Claire is in her pyjamas and eating a bowl of plain pasta on the couch. She grins at me as I come in and asks me if I want to binge some Christmas films. It feels like a perfect way to spend our last night of the year together before we go back to Tullamore tomorrow. I go upstairs and put on something comfortable. I don’t really have pyjamas in the way that Claire does. Hers are always matching, satin with lace trims, flannel with pockets and buttons down the front, but I don’t have anything like that. Perhaps it says something about my personality. I grab an ancient vest and a pair of jersey shorts and head down to the couch, stashing the wrapped feathered baubles into my half-packed suitcase to give to her tomorrow. 

First we watch Miracle on 34th street, because we watch that every year, and then inevitably we put on Love Actually, just to scream about how much we hate every single character except for Sam, and we drink more hot chocolate and eat sweets from a tub until I feel sick. As the credits roll I glance over to her to see a glazed expression on the face. She’s gazing through the window at nothing. Blackness, the sky clouded over leaving no space for the stars to peek through them.

“Are you alright?”

“Mm. Yes.”

I shift in my seat. “I’ve been meaning to ask how things have been with Shane, you know, like, with his college work and the football and all that.”

“Oh, it’s fine. The usual. I don’t think we’ve made any progress, to be honest.”

“And his Christmas exams?”

“I don’t have a clue. He barely studied for them so he’s probably failed them, for all I know.”

“Oh.”

She looks at me then, brows furrowed and voice defensive. “I love him, you know. I still love him. I won’t like, break up with him or anything.”

“I didn’t think you would.”

“Things will get better. All couples go through this kind of thing. It’s what happens when you’ve been together for three years, things just feel a bit less perfect than they used to, and you have to make compromises. Really though, I love him. I’d do anything for him.”

I wonder if it’s only my projection that she sounds a bit like she’s trying to convince herself of those things, not me. “I’m sure the exams went fine.” I say, even though I’m not sure. On every run and every gym session I’ve been to with Shane in the last few months he hasn’t mentioned college once. His twenty-five-grams-of-protein yoghurts and his various friends who injured themselves in various ways from using the machines wrong (like me), he’s mentioned plenty of times, but unless I knew for a fact that he was in college, I’d assume he didn’t go. 

Claire is frustrated. “I wish he’d just get it together. That’s all. I’m sick of feeling like I’m nagging him, but it really just feels like common sense… oh!” her phone springs to life on the table in front of us, vibrating loudly against the wood. “I bet this is him now, speak of the devil.” She flips it over in her hand and her brows knit together with confusion. “Oh, it isn’t.”

“Who is it?”

“Um. It’s Jude.” She brings it slowly to her ear, as though it might bite her. “…hello?”

It’s quiet enough in the room to hear his side of the conversation. “Hey. Hey Claire. I’m so sorry to call you. Are you with Shane at the moment?”

Her face screws up. “No. I amn’t, I’m at home with Evie.”

“Ah, right. Do you know if he’s around? I tried to call him a few times and there was no answer.”

“He’s in Tullamore. He’s gone home for Christmas already, he had training at the pitch at seven, sorry.” She glances at the clock in the kitchen. “It’s also almost midnight. I imagine he’s asleep by now.”

“Right, okay. That’s fine… uh. Sorry to call you, I better-”

“Is everything alright?” 

“Yeah, yeah, it’s nothing, I’m just home in Dublin for the next week. I misplaced my house keys, I was hoping to crash at his.” A pause. “And also like, maybe because he has a car I was thinking he might be able to drive me to A&E.”

“What?” I exclaim. Claire’s eyes are wide. She doesn’t know what to do. I take the phone. “Jude.” I say. “It’s Evie.”

“Hi Evie, how’s it going?”

“What happened?”

“No, no, no, nothing big, it’s not a big deal, I just might need a couple of stitches.”

“Stitches where?”

“My-” He breaks away and sucks air through his teeth, muttering “Jesus, fuck” under his breath. “- my eyebrow. It’s fine. It can wait, I can just get a taxi back to Clontarf and get my parents to let me in. Hopefully they’re still awake.” He sounds doubtful. “Sorry to disturb you, seriously. I’ll work it out.”

“For God’s sake.” Claire grabs the phone again. “Come here. We can’t drive you to the hospital but we can clean you up. I at least have a first aid kit. Where are you?”

“The docks.”

“You’re only a few minutes away. Can you walk to us?”

“Yeah.”

“Alright.” She gives him our address and they hang up, then she sits there in disbelief, shaking her head. “Bloody men.” She says. “I’m exhausted.” She gets up and heads towards the stairs. 

“Where are you going?” I ask her. 

“To put on a bra.”

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[zenaquaria]

Vamptober 2023: Day 4

Dystiene Frismor, previously a vampire unicorn and protege of Lua's called Deep Frost, is a half-drow shadow sorcerer. In her ponyverse story, however, she was ruthlessly executed by the tyrannical unicorn for (perceived) treason.

In Ulei'Var, she gets a much better story deal! She's very much alive and not a vampire, but she translated over well as is for Vamptober! c: And like all half-drow I design, her hair starts whitish and gains color further down; and as all of my shadow-magic-touched characters, she bears a white streak in her hair.

Do not repost, edit, alter, trace/copy, use/redistribute my artworks without my permission

[dangersam]

Hey everyone, it's time for another game update!

But first I just wanted to say a big thanks to all of you for playing the game and sharing your creations. It's great to see so many new players joining the community, it really helps motivate me to keep trying to make the game better!

OK, on to the update.

Soap Box Challenge

See how fast you can get down the hill under gravity alone, no motors allowed. This new scenario gives you an idea of the kind of "mini games" possible with Lua scripting, but it still barely scratches the surface really, hopefully we can push the boundaries of this more in the future. Anyway, check it out and let me know what you think.

New Parts

Continuous servo motors, more crown, rack, & worm gear sizes, more "hole & plate" connectors, and round ended beams.

Part Behaviours

Separate servo forward & reverse angles, flip pulley belts, link displays to multiple parts, etc.

Here's a quick look at some of these changes:

Release notes:-

New Soap Box Challenge scenario.

New parts:-

Small and medium continuous servo motors.

24T and 40T Hi & Lo crown gears.

x3 rack gear.

x1 worm gear.

More "1-Hole Plate" and "2-Hole Plate" resizable connectors.

Rounded and half rounded resizable beams.

Part behaviour improvements:-

Servo motor part behaviour now has separately tweakable forward and reverse angles.

Servo and stepper motor part behaviours now have an "angular speed" data channel.

Pulley part behaviour now has an option to flip belt routing.

Displays can now be linked to multiple other parts.

Motor, battery, and rotor parts can now attach to each other, and to other parts in a more consistent way.

Changed plate on "plate axle" connector part to be circular.

Tweaked material strength of all wheels.

Added buttons to UI screens to open containing folder in Windows Explorer.

Added player "free flight movement mode" setting to allow for moving horizontally rather than along the view direction.

Added settings to the controls options screen for disabling each of the manipulators.

Improved crosshair.

Added Hungarian translations to currently localised strings, thanks to BlueGoldFlag.

Bug fixes.

Upgraded to Unity 2021.3.33.

[triccina]

What dialogues would Lua have if she was a MTAS npc?👀 Feel free to add as many lines as you want.

Thank you for Ask! 💞

I really enjoyed creating these lines of dialogue 💜

Introduction

Huh? You're new in town too? Good for you, I guess... Sorry for being rude. I'm Lua, your fellow builder. If you need anything, better ask to Mi-an. Don't trust what that old commissioner says. "President" is nonsense.

First Fireside Meeting

I find it interesting how this telesis speech always wins people's hearts. You weren't half bad either. I thought they'd throw a tomato at my face or something. Only Yan liked it. I guess I really need to work on my manners.

Acquaintance

The winds in Sandrock are so unpredictable! I mostly fail to predict sandstorms through the winds. In Highwind, it's much easier to know when it's going to rain or thunder.

Sandrock has so many lovely little street animals. If I didn't have other plans, I'd have taken them all to my workshop already.

There's a fine line between wanting to make money and wanting to laze around all day. Today is a perfect day for indulging in my laziness.

The research center director seems absent-minded, but he knows how to make our work easier. I knew him from the letters he used to send to my Pa when director was just a student. They both have the same research line about the old world's space technology.

Buddy

Hey, buddy! Found anything new in the ruins? We could go together someday! Don't worry, I'll bring any extra snacks we need! What do you like to eat? I can cook.

Oh man, Justice scolded me again because I accidentally, without intent, went into a place he told me was off-limits. Maybe I should work on my sneaking skills.

Hey sunshine. You're so radiant today. Your eyes shine like a supernova. It's so beautiful... You're blushing, that's cute. Don't worry, I'm just teasing you. But that doesn't mean I'm lying.

I don't miss Highwind that much. But one thing that saddens me is not being able to fly anymore. Feeling the wind on your face, adrenaline rushing through your veins. The feeling of freedom is unparalleled when you're in the sky.

Good Friends

You know, I don't usually tell people this. But when I was a kid, my best friend was a turtle named Deimos; he's my Pa's pet. I made helmets for him, and we played a lot. I named my workshop after him because he was my only company when I tried to disassemble and reassemble things my Ma brought from the ruins for me.

Did you know music boxes and pocket watches operate on the same principle?! A spiral spring assisting the movement of gears and a cord that defines both the music and the running time of the hands. I have some diagrams I drew myself if you want to build one.

My master Maxwell came to Sandrock as a builder when that Lou guy was the mayor; he helped build many things in the city. But the old man always spoke of the city with a certain regret. Now I understand why; progress ended up destroying Oasis a little more. I hope I can make a positive difference in Sandrock this time.

Birthday

My birthday? It's the thirteenth of fall. I like being born on this day; it's not too cold and not too hot. And the golden and red leaves make the landscape pleasant. Now that you know, I expect at least a gift, or we can just have a shot at the Saloon; that would be good too.

Day of Memories

You know, Day of Memories isn't just for people who are gone; it's also for people who are far away. I think I'll light one for my Ma and for my master this year.

Day of the Bright Sun

Huh? Why do I have this expression? Nobody is obligated to smile on every holiday that happens... Sorry. I just don't like this date very much.

Winter Solstice

I didn't think I'd stay in Sandrock this long. I hope the next year can be surprisingly good like this one was.

Gifts

Loves:

Weapon/pickhammer

Are you sure you want to give me this? They're very well made! I can't wait to test it! Thank you so, so much, builder.

Food

I'm definitely going to devour this. Thank you so much; it's my favorite food in the world. You're amazing!

Clocks

This model is amazing! I wonder if I can date the manufacturing? I can't believe it, builder! I'll be grateful for the rest of my life for this.

Neutral:

Thank you, I guess. Maybe I can make some money with this!... Did I say that too loud?

Dislikes:

Is this supposed to be a joke? If so, it was terrible. If not, you're an idiot. Get that out of my sight.

Romance

Accepting Confession:

I confess I was expecting something like this from you. So if you really feel that way, we can try to make it work.

Rejecting Confession:

I don't know if I have better words for this right now, but I'll try. Huh thank you, I'm flattered, but it won't work out.

Breaking Up:

Is this another one of our jokes or something? Got it. I should've known that these romantic nonsense things don't last a season.

Dialogue After Certain Missions

Qi and I spent the night mapping old world satellites and trying to find any traces of spaceships! Thank you for finding that super telescope.

I heard you and Mi-an renovated some things in the town; that was nice. Can you call me next time? I seem like I don't care, but I wanted to help these people more.

That sandwall is everything we could need! Heidi is a brilliant architect. We won't have to decrease production during sandstorms. You know what that means? More money.

[melliemikey]

✦ . ⁺ 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚎? ~

01:39 ━━━━●───── 03:11

⇆ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ↻ ılıılıılıılıılıılı ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮

instagram ; discord -> razcina ; letterboxd

…

➮ my ethnicity is dutch/german/english;

➮ i speak both german & english

⤷ i can comprehend basic spanish; relearning it currently

!! ⤷ i adore animals, owning two dogs, a snake and soon a bearded dragon 𓃥𓃥𓆚𓆈

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ 𝚖𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜?

𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚌;

artists; empire of the sun!! carwash, alex g, dominic fike, falco!! tv girl, freak slug, billie eilish, lana del ray, ice cube, sir mix-a-lot,crumb, clairo, current joys, girl in red, oneheart, chloe moriando, pheobe bridgers, cigarettes after s/x, tears for fears

songs; zydr4te anatomy(i can't stop its so good), radio(freak slug). p**n star!!!, purgatory(8485,oakscreen), one times got no case, motion sickness, BLOOD HONEY!! uptown folks, lucy~, sui/de note/cleanup, its okay(nightbirdie), jerk it out, middy tiddy, 360, half return, sailor song, bruise (between friends), hi(temporex), ice melt(crumb), cigarettes out the window, did i tell you that i miss u, batty rap(ferngully), symphonia IX, misses, my h/mps, east coast(alexg), cheri cheri lady, psycho killer, west coast, the spins, a good life!! wasted summers, cuff up your jeans, behind blue eyes, insomniac!! 16 mirrors, things to do!!, dancing in the courthouse, struck by lightning, shes a riot, the unknown, comfort chain, pop star, no wind resistance, east of eden, empty dreams, s/x drugs etc., supermarket, together from afar, ribs, punch22, o sol e a lua!!, ROCK ME AMADEUS!!, str/petease!!!!!!, all alone, death bed, metamorphisis, pope is a rockstar, how-demo, therese+sweet tooth(maya hawke), strawberries&cigarettes, cruel summer, plastic jesus, lovers(anna of the north), silk chiffon, all girl in red, loverboy!!, sappho

𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚖𝚜/tv;

school spirits!!!!! scream!! yellowjackets!! abigail, felidae, do revenge, anora, leo,, beetlejuice, better things, everything sucks, bee&puppycat, stranger things, pokémon!!, how to train your dragon, land before time, the chipmunks, my little pony

𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜;

animal crossing - gamecube, new leaf // legend of zelda - twilight princess, hyrule warriors, ocarina of time // pokemon, mystery dungeon sky, ruby, silver, crystal, moon, soul silver, legends arceus // yokai watch, stardew valley, transformice

𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎[_];

color; orange

animal; bats, foxes, snow leopards, bearded dragons

season; autumn

hobby; guitar

author(s); agitha christie

book(s); and then there were none, asylum confessions

actor(s); melissa barrera, christina richie, mikey madison

weekday; thursday

holiday: halloween

dinosaur; bambiraptor

[blue-moon-speaks-of-echos]

(NSFW, nb/w)

"It'll rain in a bit. Let's stay in bed."

Raven turned and looked at Lua, who had her face stuffed in a pillow. She smiled and raised an eyebrow. "How would you know if it was going to rain?"

"Cause I'm too sleepy to wake up. We don't have anything to do today. Stay in bed with me." Her head was tilted back just enough to leave her mouth unobstructed, though the words were still muffled by her grogginess. Raven got up and went to the window, separating the blinds enough to peek outside. The sky was heavy and gray, so she returned to bed, scooping Lua up in her arms and letting her lay back into them.

"I guess I can't say no to you." Raven buried their face between Lua's ear, taking a deep breath of the scent of her hair. Warmth crept into her face as her sleepy partner's tail brushed over her thighs. "Such a pretty kitty, but so lazy."

Lua's tail flicked as she smiled and purred. "It just means more cuddles."

With Lua against them, Raven grabbed their corkboard and red string. "Lets see... Agatha was being a bitch two days ago, when she nearly slammed a trolley into my car at the grocery store. I'm thinking her drainage could back up and break, making her poor flowers drown. What do you think?" She was already unspooling a length of string.

"Is Agatha the one who started growing roses? Everyone knows they have thorns and it makes her flowerbed uncomfortable. I like the rest of the flowers, but maybe kill the roses?" Lua snuggled into Raven's neck.

"You shouldn't be rolling in flowerbeds anyway, but sure." Raven started stringing the board in an intricate pattern. when she was done, she clipped the end, and burned the string off the board with a match. After dipping the ashes into the bin, They started unspooling more string, spending a while altering the fortunes of their neighbors. The pitter patter of rain began to sound against the walls and roof. Lua stretched. Raven sighed. "We can't stay in bed all day."

"Sure we can, we just stay here while and listen to the rain and take a nap." She snuggled closer to Raven, who just rolled their eyes.

With a smirk, Raven unspooled more string, then started lining the corkboard. Lua started feeling hot as the string burned away, and she started feeling more awake and needy. She spun around and pushed Raven down, pinning their arms. Raven was still smirking as their eyes met Lua's. "I guess you don't need to spend all day in bed anymore."

"Shut it, slut." Lua unceremoniously ripped off their lacy bra, followed by her own panties to reveal her swollen cock. She turned so her hips were over Raven's face, her tip pressed against their lips. "Forget what I said don't shut it. Stuff it, or I will."

Even if Raven had wanted to comply, rather than her normal teasing, Lua was too horny and impatient, slamming herself into their mouth. Raven let out a half-giggle/half-gag, and Lua started thrusting. "You better not get any of my cum on my fur."

Arms pinned by Lua's legs, Raven lay there, amused as her throat was thoroughly punished. They made a mental note of the results of inflicting so much lust on the feline femme. Ever the manipulator, they squirmed is falsified discomfort, doing so in a way that lightly bucked her hips. They knew it wouldn't make Lua stop, and they weren't interested in that result. Instead, the catgirl smirked, hooking her fingers into the enchantress' lace panties and pulled them off. Raven gagged a little as Lua's fingers brushed their slick pussy.

"Hurry up, slut. I can't spend all day on your throat, no matter how good it feels. I'm close so just. Make. Me. Cum." As she growled out the last word, Lua thrust her hips harder, exploding deep in Raven's mouth. She left her dick sheathed in their throat while she grabbed the corkboard. Raven was stilled trapped, but after a few moments, she could smell the burning string, and then again a few moments later. Lua turned back so she was face to face with Raven and dragged her to the top of the bed, propping her up against the headboard. "Get ready for round two."

The catgirl thrust herself hard1 into Raven's cunt, making them moan in pleasure. They had been waiting for this, and they were also intrigued as to what fate Lua inflicted on them. The headboard creaked and shook as Raven was pounded into it again and again, but not even the force of the lust driven Lua could break it. She grabbed her partner's breasts, and started sucking on them greedily. Then sweet milk started flowing over Lua's tongue.

"That's new." Raven let out a lighthearted giggle between moans. "What was the other thing you did?

"Quiet." The command was muffled by the fact Raven's bruising nipples were firmly held in the feline femme's mouth. She squeezed them a few times as she drank a seemingly endless amount out of them, only stopping when she was satisfied. Not finished fucking, she threw Raven facedown and continued slamming their hips together. She gave the round ass under her heavy handed spanks until the flesh was bright red, then growled in her partner's ear. "Want to apologize?"

"I would never." Raven's eyes were closed and she had a smile on her face, enjoying the thick piece of meat pounding deep into her vagina. Lua took that as an invitation to pick up her pace. An orgasm broke from Raven's pussy, making them relax and shiver. Feeling them go limp under her, Lua bottomed out inside her, growling as she came.

Finally drained of energy, Lua slumped back down. Raven turned over carefully, keeping Lua inside her as they took her in their arms. "All done?"

Lua nodded, licking stray drops of milk from their breasts while she snuggled into them. "You're gonna make such a good mommy."

"Oh? What makes you so sure I'll be a mommy?"

Lua didn't answer with words, just flicking her tail towards the corkboard and red string.

"I see. No point in arguing with fate then." They pressed their lips to the top of Lua's head, closing their eyes. Perhaps the two of them could spend all day in bed after all.

[feolnir]

TToFaË: Wandering and Woe (1)

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Fëor didn’t go home after leaving the assembly.

Instead, he found himself lost in a very dark stretch of the grove.

"What am I doing?" he lamented.

Lua, who was nearly half radiant, was hidden behind the dense foliage above. But even so, Fëor was traveling through a trench of gnarled roots, so it was more accurate to say that he was wandering through a long, den-like tunnel of earth and wood. He could feel the pulsing of fëol all around him, winding its way to the great river Gälnolëa—but little else offered him guidance.

Or so he assumed.

For his entire journey thus far, which was rather short by most standards, Fëor’s feet dragged as his heart raced. The grove he so loved seemed suddenly strange and foreign, distorted by his anxiety to appear as a nightmarish landscape devoid of light and life. It had only been a handful of hours since he took that sudden turn westward on his way home, veering off his usual path. He regretted it, but couldn't stop. He complained, but went on. He was terribly underprepared and unqualified...

"But who else would go?"

Berating himself in the darkness, he questioned his choices for the sixth or seventh time. Bëolnos and Gylda would have been better suited for this sort of thing, but they were both too important to defy the decision of the assembly. No one would suspect Fëor—poor, timid Fëor—to do such a stupid, daring thing. Right?

“I knew you’d come around,” a voice intruded.

Fëor nearly merged with the roots around him as two rose-gold eyes appeared within the darkness before him. Glowing drops of dew—ëolfëár—then rose from the earth around him, illuminating the den-like trench as if it were the night sky unveiled. There, bathed in their ethereal fëol-hued light, stood a great raccoon-dog that seemed to fade back into the shadows surrounding them. It was Tálnos, one of the great ëolfëánorí protecting Gälenor.

“Y-you…knew?” Fëor managed, trembling.

“Oh yes,” Tálnos confirmed, grinning toothily. “Gylthra has always had Her winds wrapped around you. Yes, yes…veeery interesting. You are indeed the last one I expected to betraaay the assembly.”

Fëor gulped. That didn’t sound very good.

"I-I didn't betray anyone. I-I'm...I'm just out for a stro—"

“And yet,” Tálnos played, “you’re the ooonly one I suspected. Funny, isn’t it?”

Fëor stiffened as Tálnos wrapped his illuminated yet shadowy form around him.

“You see, I’ve been waiting,” he whispered.

“I-I’m sorry,” Fëor squeaked, eyes closed tightly. "I took a wrong turn. I should have gone straight home. I...I don't know...I'm s-sorry."

“Sooorry?” Tálnos mocked, frowning. “Well that’s no good. No good at all. No, no, no.” 

His eyes whipped westward down the gnarled path...

And then he disappeared.

Fëor remained frozen as he waited for Tálnos to reappear, but nothing happened; and soon the glowing, drop-like ëolfëár receded into the soil along with him, leaving Fëor alone in darkness once more. After a stifling moment in that silence, Fëor finally peeled himself away from the earthen wall. He looked westward, then back the way he came, then westward again. 

Perhaps I should turn around, he thought to himself, dejected. If I go home now…

But just as he considered giving up on his quest, a warmer rose-gold glow appeared in the distance. It seemed to emanate from a paper lantern held by a cloaked figure that was slowly walking towards him. Fëor squinted as they drew near, but their face was veiled by a hood. He wanted to run, but fear rooted his feet in place. When the lantern’s light reached Fëor, the figure stopped. They grabbed their hood as he quivered, pulling it down to reveal…

“Ërna?!”

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