#plus the boots add an inch or so!!!!!

[soupinaboot]

In my opinion, Bruce should be above average height or at least average. But since he surrounds himself with demi-gods, aliens, meta humans, etc, he's just dwarfed next to them. Like maybe about 6'1 or 6'2, but that's NOTHING compared to Diana '7'3 feet tall' Prince. Or Clark '6'9' Kent.

All the tabloids claim he has to be at least 5 feet tall because the only photos they can get of him are when he's next to his giant ass friends.

It is also my personal headcannon that all the robins stay shorter than him, except Jason, who should be at least 4 inches taller.

[hyunsuks-beanie]

This Kinda Shit

Pairing: Boyfriend's best friend Yeonjun x afab! reader x boyfriend Soobin

Genre: Smut

Content Warnings: Smut; cuckolding; voyeurism; use of the petnames "Doll" and "Princess;" spanking; piv; unprotected sex; pussy eating; fingering; probably some cursing

Word Count: 1k words

Mellow speaks: Yeah so another week went by with me being busy af, but I came up with something quick to keep you guys up till I manage to write an actual fic lol. 

Tagging: @sweethyuka @yedammi @enhacolor @axartia @hyunsuksmygod  @duolingofanaccount @zurimochi 

"Never knew you were into this kinda shit, Binnie," Yeonjun's voice cuts through the air, like ice caressing your supple skin while his hand presses your wrist against the mattress, his breath tickling your clavicle. "Watching me devour what's yours? How filthy. But don't worry, I'll do as you want, I'll ruin your little doll just right."

Your boyfriend's grunt is soon heard across the room, the sound of his zipper being undone almost pressing in on your ears if you weren't already too focused on the way a certain pair of lips feel against your breasts, soft kisses being pressed to your mounds as teeth graze your buds ever so slightly. 

It had all been Soobin's idea, but you had been the one to add fuel to it. It had been during the drunken escapade of a particular night, when he had confessed to his fantasy of seeing another man having his way with you. And this sudden confession had in turn prompted you to come clean about your own fantasy, and had told him just how hot you found his best friend. 

Yeonjun truly was like a dream, from those stupidly long legs to those plush, pink lips, and you had found yourself wondering what it'd feel like to have those very lips kiss your lower ones, or to have those gorgeous legs trap yours as he thrusted into you. Of course, you never would've thought you'd see the day where you could express what you felt towards the university senior to Choi Soobin, your boyfriend of two years now. 

Yet, here you are now, sprawled out on the soft mattress of your queen-sized bed as it dips just a little under the weight of Yeonjun's knees, delicious shivers running down your spine from feeling his tongue glide along the valley of your breasts. "Enjoying the show, Soob?," he drawls almost lazily, wrapping his lips around your nipples as he begins sucking on them, focusing on one at a time. 

You can only whimper in response, your body responding before your mouth can form words as you buck your naked hips, pushing your boots closer to his face while seeking some type of friction by grinding against him. "Easy there, doll," Yeonjun grunts, the smirk evident in his voice as his big hand presses down at your abdomen, in a bid to calm you down. 

You want to protest, you want to talk back, you want more. But your words are cut off by the sound of a deep groan coming from somewhere near the couch, followed soon after by that of skin aggressively rubbing against skin. "Give me a good show already," Soobin calls from his seat as a spectator, another groan escaping him as he begins to pump himself, wanting a release. 

"Eager much?," comes Yeonjun's reply, a slight edge to his words as his fingers run down your body, inching closer and closer to where you want him most. "Tell me what you want me to do, princess," he mumbles against your throat, pressing a soft kiss to the dip as his hand ghosts over your heat, arousal pooling between your legs as you moan and pant. And he hasn't even done anything yet.

"T-touch me, p-please," you whimper somehow, but lucky for you, he doesn't have to be told twice before his fingers push through your puffy lips, entering your wet warmth in a way that leaves you begging for more, though of course, your words fail you yet again. He's meticulous with his movements, and yet, those same movements are also hurried and desperate, like he's trying to prove a point. Having slender digits sure is a plus for him right now, helping him hit your sweet spot with every thrust and every curl. 

You've released before you know it, but it doesn't seem like he's planning on stopping anytime soon. Soobin's moans get mingled with your own, Yeonjun's grunts cutting through them like a knife as he goes down on you again, his tongue lapping around your bundle of nerves as your boyfriend angrily jerks off to the sight of you, to the sight of your body squirming and writhing under Yeonjun as he bathes you in another orgasm. 

He's just about to push himself into you, ready to go all in, when a voice stops him in his movements. "On all fours baby, you like that, don't you?" It's Soobin of course, his words leaving you a flustered mess at having your bedroom secrets exposed. Yeonjun can't help but chuckle at your state, a smirk on his face as he says, "Aww darling, got caught?," faking concern.

And you know he's faking it because the very next second, he's slapping your buttcheeks, his thick cock pushing through your dripping folds till you're full of him, your arms barely keeping you up while tears stream down your cheeks. He's relentless with his moves, his hips slapping against your own as he shows you just how good he can fuck you. 

You can't tell how many times he makes you cum, but with every time he brings you to your climax, you come one step closer to being his doll, the doll he's imagined burying himself inside so many times. By the time you're tired and spent, barely with any energy left inside of you, the only thing your brain can seem to register is the way he flips you over, his slightly rougher hands making way for Soobin's gentler ones, a soft kiss being placed to your forehead just as a duvet covers your naked body. 

"Seems like you enjoyed it as much as I did, huh princess?," your boyfriend asks, receiving only a soft hum in response. But that hum is enough to make him smirk as he walks over to the elder, throwing an arm around his shoulders. "Guess we'll have to make Yeonjun a regular inside our bedroom, huh?"

And from the smirk that graces Yeonjun's lips, you would have been able to tell he was more than willing. If you weren't already out cold, that is.

[sleepy-writes-stuff]

DP X DC WRITING PROMPT #4

✦

Just a Shade

Vlad blasts Phantom with a new invention of his without any warning. What it does is it siphons away his ectoplasm and weakens Phantom to the point it reverses his powers, but not in the way you think. Instead of needing to concentrate to be intangible/invisible, he has to concentrate to stay tangible/visible and trying exhaustes him to a dangerous amount. Like, almost passing out and fading away entirely kind of dangerous. Like this, he's like ghosts you see in some movies, he can't touch or move objects more than an inch, plus add in he can't speak other than some ominous noises. In other words, he's stuck. For who knows how long.

The Justice League haven't heard from Phantom for a while, but they just think he's probably more busy on his home terf and can't spare any time. That's fine. Everyone keeps going about their business as usual. Even more time passes and the Justice League are getting suspicious over Phantom's absence and are worried.

They go looking for him and come to find out that they've been receiving multiple messages and calls from Team Phantom that were blocked/jammed, asking if they've seen the missing ghost and that he never came home however long ago. JL asks Team Phantom when was they heard from him and what was he doing at the time. They tell JL that he was last seen fighting one of his rogues, Plasmius, but that they haven't seen the evil ghost for a while either and that the other rogues were acting strangely.

The JL go to Amity Park with the proper precautions, and find a hoard of angry ghosts swarming the mayor's home, but they're being blocked from entering by a ghost shield. The JL cautiously asked some of the ghosts what was going on and they reply that the man hiding behind the ghost shield has harmed and stolen their Prince. The JL decide to pass through and break down the door to the house.

The house is eerily quiet as they search for the resident. They find Vlad curled up on the floor in one of the corners of the lab absolutely beside himself. His face is splotchy red, bags under bloodshot eyes, and hair in disarray. His usually well kept suit is dirty and torn. He rocks back and forth mumbling, "I didn't mean to. Never wanted to end him. Never. Never." Vlad thinks he killed Danny all the way dead, so his mental state is in shambles.

He's terrified once he sees the JL there. He went through all the trouble of jamming any correspondence between them and Amity Park in fear of them taking retribution for offing one of their members, unintentional or not. The JL are furious and grief stricken for the loss of the young ghost. That is until Superman picks up on the faint sound of something clicking and a sound similar to harsh wind hitting bare branches. He brings it to the other's attention and they start searching for the noise when Batman recognizes the clicks as code.

They find a pen on the table next to a messy handwritten note, the words rushed and staggered as if the writer kept being interrupted. The note read:

"Help. Trapped. Need portal. Far Frozen. To weak to open myself."

The JL are confused until they see Phantom's form flicker in and out of focus like a film reel. He looks terribly gaunt and exhausted to the point of almost collapsing. The JL get to work opening the portal with the help of a frantic Vlad, securing a ghost net to carry Phantom in like a stretcher, and booting up a map of the Ghost Zone to get to the Far Frozen. The JL decide to send the three leaders, Batman, Superman, and Wonder Woman. With Phantom secured in the net and all three ready to go, they step into the portal.

✦

I'm kinda reminded of that fic where Danny is stuck in-between dimensions because of his parents so he decides to haunt the Watchtower to get the Justice League's help. Not trying to copy anything I swear. I woke up with this idea on the brain.

[lgalacticjayl]

why do you know about so many cowboy boots?

Um well a couple reasons.

1. I litterally do work at a boot/shoe store and have for over a year with a lot of training and I do just like boots in general. I think they add alot of character to outfits and can tell you a lot about a person based on shoes.

2. The city I'm in is kinda known for cowboys so its everywhere

3. ... double life ranchers

4. Idk I think they are neat. I dont really Know much but I am sadly turning more and more cowboy as the days go on so I just kinda spent a couple hours on Ariat's website looking at their boots as I was curious what kind of designs they had

5. I may or may not be looking for cowboy boots myself and oddly theres not one yet that really speaks to me. But cowboy boots are actually notably comfortable as they are all leather and form to your foot and if taken care of can last a long time. Plus no laces for an 8 inch boot is a plus and their main benefit of not getting dirt in your shoes, which I don't really have use for and I only have the correct pants for like half the time but still

[kirakuma]

Calitheum with his parents and uncles (plus some scps)

Dr Julian Iceberg

He and his dad get along great

Iceberg is protective of cal

When he heard about his son impressing the 05 he was hella proud

They both talk shit about his uncles (minus glass) and make bets with scps (cal mostly wins)

They bond over drama shows and also playing in the show

Dr Charles gears

He is a calm dad with cal

Hes the only person to call cal by his full name calithuem

They bond over scp testing, doing paperwork, or drawing

Him and cal are always talking about scps and other things on site but on the outside they playfully fighting

When he started dating iceberg cal was overjoyed

Dr alto clef

Is cals cool uncle

They bond over battling or making dirty jokes

Cal and clef are alwaying killing scps or d-class

Clef was the first to find out cals crush on able(scp 076)

When cal found out he was dating Benjamin kondraki cal will always say if he sees clef in hickeys or limping "so got fucked by a butterfly or lost to one?"

dr Benjamin kondraki

Hes a chill and kind uncle to cal

Hes the only person aloud to call cal "cali"

They bond over gardening, caring for scps or spending time with his butterflys

They send notes by butterflys and also paperwork

When he got with clef he heard cals question and ends up laughing

He also introduced draven and cal they all get along

Dr jack bright

Is literally the fun and cool uncle to cal

They bond over by quoting vines, movie lines, memes and pranking scps and researcher

Cal and bright have nicknames for eachother brights is "choas holder" and cals is "silent cold"

When bright got with glass cal offen sings "sha lalala my oh my looks like the boys not shy he kissed the guy"

Is the wingman to hook up able and cal

Dr simeon glass

Is cals godfather and most caring and nice uncle/brother figure ever

He and cal bond over reading or going out

Cal and him are always happy and always protect eachother

During a breach scp dont go for glass first and if they do cal will murder the shit out of them

When he got with bright he gets teased sometimes by cal

Able(076-2)

At first cal and able hated eachother and soon he started to like him

They used to bond by battle (cal always wins) and soon it changed to walks outside the foundation

He was the one who confessed amd it lead to him having a hot killer boyfriend

Cals taller then able being 6,4 and also wearing boots that add 2 inches but able being 6,3 is often overpowered

Able act different to cal AND ONLY HIM (soon cain and iris to)

Cal often always teases able or flirts with him leaving a very flustered able

Ok sorry not sorry but ables a bottom and no one knows but cal

Cain (073)

Cal and cain are good friends

They always watch k-dramas together or walk around the foundation

Cain found out able and cal are together by a able covering his neck and red as a rose and a cal smirking

He is the call cal by his full name as well as his nickname

Him and cal always and i mean always send notes by Morse code (they both talk shit about other scps minus able and iris)

[thehylianidiot]

TheHylianIdiot's Assortment of Brain Worms

Was tagged by both @bumblebeehug and @kiliinstinct for this one, so let's do this.

rules: share the first line (or two or more!) of every current wip you have (that you feel comfortable sharing) and tag some writer friends! feel free to add the titles of your documents if you see fit

Oops We Kidnapped the Emperor (Title WIP) (Fairy Tail)

The mission to rescue Makarov had a few hiccups.

The first of which being despite traveling across the ocean to the heart of the Alvarez Empire, storming its castle ready to get back their captive guildmaster, the designated High-Collateral Rescue Squad did not bring back their Sixth-But-Soon-To-Be-Eighth-Guildmaster. 

And as for the second well…

Erza explained it to the rest of the guild best. “We kidnapped the emperor.” 

The Other Four Idiots, Plus A Cat (Chapter 22) (Fairy Tail)

“How many people have you interacted with in your life?”

“Umm… well… I don’t have a lot of practice with people. Most are either dead or fled in the first twenty four hours.” Mavis chuckled a bit, because keeping bright and cheerful normally made things happier and not a constant reminder that the majority of her prior interactions involved the other party trying to… well… increase their kill count by one. 

Given the lady slapping her palms to her face, maybe that wasn’t the best way to put it. 

“Oh gods he befriended a psychopath,” Ultear not-so-quietly muttered into her hands.

Lost My Cap (I swear I will write this someday) (Legend of Zelda: Minish Cap)

"I thought I heard something" 

Yes. It was a frog. How that buffoon of a guard could mistake a frog for him, Vaati wasn't sure. And of course the dimwit just had to pitter patter up above like some lost pet. 

On and on he heard the aimless clank of too heavy boots. Surely the guards could find something more interesting. There were monsters flooding every inch of their precious kingdom! Didn't they have something better to do than hunt the one who opened that damned box? Like perhaps stepping away from the sewage gate? 

He breathed in a quarter second too long and nearly gagged at the overwhelming stench. Don't you dare, he told himself. No way was he embarrassing himself further today by getting caught. 

To Slay A Demon (Part 2) (Fairy Tail)

Maybe some naively optimistic part of Gray hoped Zeref was a glass canon. That after cult after cult of worshippers and thousands of demons at his command, their ringleader would be too dependent on them. 

That optimism was crushed between a fraction of a second.

And death magic flowed around like a tidal wave of sand, flinging haphazardly in a nonexistent hurricane, crashing against ice-made shield. One trickle past Gray’s defenses, and he’d lose everything.

The Little Raindrop of Magnologia (Fairy Tail)

Drip drip drop. 

Little Juvia stood alone in the pouring rain. 

Drip drip drop. 

Everyone else had long since fled indoors. After all, it was the easiest way to escape the rain creating waterfalls from roofs and rivers from sidewalks. 

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t afford that luxury. 

These Are Not the Reincarnated Immortals You're Looking For (Title WIP) (Fairy Tail)

Alios would say the evening was going surprisingly normal until the chloroform. 

But no matter how many preparations he made so he could have a decent time (for once) at his favorite author's award ceremony—working overtime that week to make enough space in his schedule and spending the better part of an hour beforehand figuring out how to wear a modern suit along with how a gods-forsaken tie worked—Alios couldn't stop his weekly kidnapping from literally any random cult in Fiore falling on that exact date.

So as the last shreds of haziness finally faded away and Alios found himself tied to a chair in a pitch black cell, his first thought was, at least they gave it a cushion this time. 

Death Swap (Title WIP) (Fairy Tail)

It started with a passing rumor. 

A local tale shrouding its details with pottery gilded in mysticism and silken rarities tailored to lure passing travelers with enough coin in their pockets and a passing interest with the morbid to pay for a souvenir. Yuri knew he shouldn’t keep his hopes up. 

Knew it was going on two years already. Knew he should be getting back home, call it a night after making sure Warrod had kept a good eye on Makarov this time and the guildhall wasn’t turned into an artistic rendering of spinach inside a blender. 

As Precht said, they were never going to find her. 

Then again, Precht spent most of his time nowadays wallowing in the never-ending stream of newfound council regulations that kept multiplying like rabbits every few weeks until he couldn’t look at a stack of paper without sweating, so what did he know? 

Tagging @classysassy9791, @xfangheartx, @pencilofawesomeness

Feel free to ignore me, nobody is under any pressure to share if they don't want to.

[aikoiya]

LoZ: Wild - MOM (Nemma's Attire)

While Nemma's hair color is the typical Sheikah white, her eyes are deep ocean blue from her mother's side of the family, who was half-Deyan. Aside from that, her skin is a healthy tan compared to most other Sheikah of the time, making her resemble more the Impa from SS than the fairer-skinned Sheikah of Wild. She also has red face tattoos under her eyes. They underline her eyes with the outer halves being underlines with upside-down triangles & come with a pair of curved teardrops much like the Royal Family's Secret Stones.

When Nemma first left her village, she cut her hair off at the nape & it has since grown out.

At the beginning of the story, it will be about shoulder length.

It will continue to grow out through the story until it reaches at least ass length, but the ends will always have the straight edge look shown above.

Before her marriage & when out on missions after, it is normally pulled up into a top knot, held in place by Kôgai (Hair Sticks) that can also be used as daggers in a pinch, with her right bang braided into a fishtail.

As it grows longer, so will her braid & once her hair grows long enough to reach her butt, she'll regularly switch styles. Either wearing it as her typical topknot with the braided right bang, in a long braid with the right-side bang left loose, or in a style similar to her husband's, but with her right bang either being braided again or left loose.

Though, she'll keep the hair of her right bang cut to about a couple inches below her chin, really only letting it get a couple inches longer.

Topknots will also be accompanied by similar hair ornaments to what her husband wears as well as her signiture sharpened Kôgai.

And the tattoo on her shoulder is her Dokuso Shokushei mark, which identifies her as a Toxin Mistress.

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At the beginning of the story, she'll normally wear a white traveling Yukata with red lining & a pattern of simple, red Sanke Carp swimming across it & her Kamon (family crest; a trio of Cool Safflina, a.k.a. Blacksmith Lupin flowers) in white on the back inside a red circle & a brown leather Obi cinching the Yukata closed, the symbol of the Mind's Eye imprinted into the leather or a simple navy Obi with a simple Mind's Eye.

Like this:

Or this:

The belts are from someone else's art, but I'm really just using them as an example of what I mean.

She'll often wear a woven, straw Sugegasa hat atop her head when traveling, replacing it with a Kāten Sugegasa in the desert, & a pair of practical Kitatami Setta, which are woven from rice straw, over Tabi socks on her feet.

This is what Kitatami Setta look like:

She'll switch out her Setta for Taka-Ashida Geta, which have high supports, when it rains or is otherwise poor weather.

Which look like this:

And Jika-Tabi, or Tabi boots, when she has to do hard work outside. Specifically, when she's on a job.

Example:

For the Kāten Sugegasa, it's basically a straw conehat with a sheer curtain attached to the rim that encircles the head.

@haaam-bugi made me this really amazing art! WITHOUT ME ASKING!! :D

(All I did was add the fish pattern on the yukata & adjust the tattoo on her shoulder so that you could see it in more detail. Otherwise, everything else is their work. I also asked permission if I could do this & they said yes. All she's missing are the Setta! X3 Though, her skintone isn't quite right. She's supposed to be more tanned. More like Impa from Skyward Sword or Hyrule Warriors.)

But when on a mission, she'll generally wear something not altogether different from what HW Impa wears (but less aqua & more navy), though without the odd Sheikah bikini top thing. Just give the Haori another strap. Plus, with a traditional Fukumen, a.k.a. a close-fitting mask that only covers the neck & lower half of the face. Also, it's held together by the same leather Obi that she wears over her Yukata.

However, underneath her suit, she has cloth that wraps around her breasts & reaches down to her stomach to form a Haramaki in order to improve her core strength. She wraps her chest relatively loosely in order to make her bust more manageable. Nemma's pretty busty, so they get in the way of her swings. Binding them somewhat helps to make it easier to fight.

She actually has a similar figure to Istina from Harvestella.

She also takes very good care of her nails & tends to wear a special, reinforced nail polish that she makes herself from the hooves of the Lynels she kills. This polish allows her to be able to reliably use her nails as a viable weapon in a pinch. Though, she prefers not to get blood under them. She tends to switch between the colors red, blue, & clear. Polish made from Lynel Hooves actually have a particular sheen to them that's easy to identify, which is why the Sheikah wear this polish partially as an intimidation tactic.

Also with climbing boots & climbing gloves with Han Kote (半籠手, Armored Sleeve or Gauntlet). One Han Kote (the left one) being a traditional Sheikah Jōhyō Han Kote (縄鏢半籠手, Chained Kunai Gauntlet), which she uses either as a weapon or for traversing terrain.

Think of the rope dart modification made to the Hidden Blade that Arbaaz Mir used in Assassin's Creed Chronicles: India.

Nemma's other Han Kote has a spring-loaded climbing hook hidden inside, which makes getting around much easier & can also double as a Tekkō-Kagi (手甲鉤) or hand sickle. Basically being the Hookblade from Assassin's Creed.

Once she begins to learn hand-to-hand, she'll build Tekkō (鉄甲, Knuckle Dusters) into her Kote. Though, they will be more akin to metal studs welded into the knuckles.

She'll also add Kakushi Ashiha (隠し足刃) to her Jika-Tabi, which are essentially the Hidden Footblades from Assassin's Creed as used by the Assassin, Shao Jun.

(There's just a lot of Assassin's Creed influence in her design, okay?)

Either way, all this will essentially turn her into a living weapon.

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Anyway, Nemma's wedding attire would look something like this:

But silver instead of gold & featuring Gerudo-style orchid patterns. Also, the head veil rests over the head. Plus a few extra things that I'll explain in a minute. (Also, not my art. I do not claim it as such.)

This is sort of the orchid pattern that I was thinking of:

There, of course, would be variation. But this would be the main pattern used.

This dress, in Gerudo, is called a Màtu'kàvtéda Shàree or a wedding saree in real life. And the aqua sash that drapes over the shoulder is a Màtu'kàvtéda Bàndaràshï.

But, add on the head veil that commonly goes with a royal Moroccan Dubai wedding Kaftan in the same shade of blue as the dress. I'm calling the head veil a Màlàki Kopfab.

Except, here, it's supposed to be so long that it trails along behind the wearer the same way a wedding train does & is the same shade of blue as the Shàree above.

And add on what, in real life, is an Arabic harem face veil. This one is aqua & is called an Màtu'kàvtéda Hunfàm. This veil is meant to be worn by the bride the entire week before the wedding & only to be removed by the groom the moment before the sealing kiss. It originates from a superstition that says the bride being seen directly by anyone before the wedding will bring about a disaster within the marriage. In order to prevent the disaster, all but the groom must close their eyes or shield their vision so that the first one to see the bride as the groom's new wife is the groom himself. Doing this is said to bring about good fortune in their marriage as well as, purportedly, improving the chances of a child in the future.

It isn't true, but it's tradition by now.

It's held in place by a pair of hooks that curve around the ears so it's easy for the groom to remove.

Like this one:

Also keep in mind that all the embroidery & patterns for all these articles of clothing are designed with Gerudàn patterns instead of the patchwork mix of various Middle & South Eastern styles that is actually featured here. She'll especially like the design of the lotus-like one & other floral designs. For her wedding Shàree, she specifically requested for the patterning to be inspired by Sweetheart Orchids specifically, which is a Sheikah tradition as they symbolize a happy couple, love, abundance, sexuality, & vivifatility (both verility & fertility). She likewise requested that Ganon's clothes also feature them. To which, he acquiesced as he was rather fond of the flower seeing as she proposed to him with Sweetheart Orchid petals.

She also wears a pair of silver orchid earrings with mother of pearl petals that she made just for that day. As well as a golden pendant featuring her Kamon (family crest) which is 3 Cool Safflina.

Nemma will wear a traditional, pale Sweetheart Orchid foundation covering her face. Though, not so much so that she appears snow white, just enough to pale her skin slightly & make her appear made of porcelin. With pink, almond set style eyeshadow & layered over that, the edges of her eyelids are painted red in a hooded or close set style (see some geisha eye makeup) with a hard edge.

The outside of her eyes have sparkling silver dots or circles of eyeliner that orbit around her eyes to create crescents. At the same time, she will also wear thick, Egyptian-like sliver eyeliner. This metallic, silver eyeliner is made from Moonblooming Arguses (they grow from Voltfruit Cacti, but only bloom at night). Which, this eyeliner is a sign of status in Gerudo culture & the silver color is an indication of the fact that she is marrying into the Royal House of Drāgamīr.

Here's how her makeup will look during the wedding:

Her hair is also pulled into a low, complicated bun decorated with a lovely, delicate-looking, floral, Sheikah bridal hairpiece called a Shinpu Kanzashi (新婦簪, Bride Hair Ornament; inspired by Hanfu Ji or Chinese Bridal Hair Ornaments), featuring Sweetheart Orchids & Cool Safflinas. These are mostly Sheikah traditions. This particular Bridal Ornament was actually made by her grandfather for her grandmother, which she wore when they got married.

Nemma isn't normally the unreasonable type, but this was one of the few things she had to put her foot down on.

Her hair is also woven with silver threads as per the Gerudo tradition.

Anyway, the day after the wedding, Nemma is coronated & given her Vàtta'jï Tàj or Queen's Tiara.

It looks like this:

The oar-like protrusions that are from the chief's headpiece, go down & to the sides. And, instead of the ovular piece that sticks up from the top, that is replaced with a similar halo-like part to what TP & HW Ganondorf wears. The overall design is just much less complicated than the Chieftain Hairpiece.

I also modeled the marking on the coin-like object in the second one in a way reminiscent of the original design for the Mirror Shield in OoT before people complained.

Still a little bit of work to be done.

Anyway, all of this, except instead of gold, Nemma's attire uses silver or platinum.

Finally, after the wedding, in accordance with Sheikah tradition, both she & Ganon with have red dots tattooed between their brows. Within these dots with be hidden the swirl of each other's fingerprints.

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One of the important parts of the wedding is something adapted from Sheikah culture, where the bride & groom dip 2 fingers into a bowl of red ink, then press the pads of their fingers to their other half's forehead. Upon the brow, right between & above the eyes. After the wedding, they go to another room to have a Sheikah tattoo artist that they'd hired for the occasion. She will tattoo the dot into their skin in such a way that, if one looks closely, you can see the impression of their new spouse's prints in red.

This becomes a permanent part of their design for the rest of the story.

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Now for an explanation of the clothing words I used above.

Let's start off with Nemma's formal attire as queen would typically be a dark blue Shàree & Kopfab with a silver, opal, & moonstone Vàtta'jï Tàj featuring a crescent moon at the center of it & Voltfruit blossoms surrounding it, beneath the Kopfab.

A Shàree is a dress inspired by a saree, which is a Hindu dress. It generally features vibrant colors & is ankle-length. Featuring pretty patterns in gold or silver embroidery, & is made of light & airy fabric. They tend to have short sleeves & also comes with a sash, here called a Bàndaràshï, & a wide, gold or silver fabric girdle called an Àrïqna here with Gerudo emroidery. This'll be her preferred outfit to wear formally as it isn't difficult to move in. Màtu'kàvtéda Shàree, or Wedding Saree, are not much different from regular Shàree, except that the skirt reaches the floor & it's much more finely made.

A Kopfab is an opaque, colorful hooded veil made of silk with a golden or silvery-patterned embroidered border at the hem that sits perfectly upon the head without covering the face & reaches somewhere between hip & floor. The Kopfab being the traditional headdress of a Gerudo Queen. However, civilian Gerudo are allowed to wear one on their wedding days. When worn with a Shàree, it needs to be the same color as the Shàree itself, which I'll get into in a bit. Màtu'kàvtéda Kopfab are different mostly in how high quality the materials are to make them & the fact that they are long enough to trail along the floor behind the bride. Only queens & women marrying kings are allowed to wear them.

A Bàndaràshï is a strip of fabric that acts like a sash & is typically draped over one shoulder & circles around the opposite hip. Typically a different color to the Shàree to give variation. They often have gold or silver patterned borders. Non-wedding Bàndaràshï leave both arms free, unlike Màtu'kàvtéda Bàndaràshï, which are usually very long & hang over an arm to trail down to the floor.

A Màtu'kàvtéda Hunfàm is a sheer face veil much like that of an Arabic harem girl's in real life. However, in Gerudo culture, as mentioned above, this veil is supposed to be worn the entire week before the Vai's wedding day. There are, of course, exceptions for when eating & in one's room, which is where the bride is supposed to eat until the wedding.

When worn by a soon-to-be queen, the Hunfàm & Bàndaràshï are both supposed to match & be a different, yet complementary color to the Kopfab & Shàree.

As for a Vàtta'jï Tàj, it is a tiara or circlet of Gerudo make, often featuring Voltfruit blossoms & other desert iconography in its design. Worn only by queens & is fundamentally different from the complicated headpiece that a chief wears. Often made of silver or, in rare cases, platinum.

The Vàtta'jï Tàj & Kopfab are supposed to have hooks so that the Kopfab can be fastened to the Vàtta'jï Tàj & you don't have to worry about the Kopfab falling off.

Nemma wears a Shàree because she isn't a Gerudo & thus isn't as adapted to the desert as them. As a result, she requires proper covering to survive the sun in the day without severe sunburns. Though, it's extremely likely that her tan will darken over time due to living there which will make things easier.

However, due to her specific circumstances, her regular Kopfab & Shàree are both made of very high quality Bighorn Sheep wool (the Hyrule equivalent to Merino wool) rather than silk. As silk is not as good at temperature regulation the way wool is.

She, does, of course, wear the silk versions when it's important to make a good impression.

Something like this for the Shàree:

But with a wide, gold or silver Àrïqna.

There, of course, would be other formal dresses available with lots of different patterns, but for now, let's just use this one as a placeholder.

One such dress would be this:

Which, here, is called a Kafchïta, a dress of a different style. In real life, it's called a Kaftan.

When at a formal setting, such as royal functions where she needs to make a good impression, she'd wear Streshibpen. Which are Gerudo-style heeled slippers with wing-like protrusions. Basically, what a lot of the Gerudo wear in BotW. Otherwise, even when dressed as a queen in the palace, she'd largely wear sandals as they're much less prone to slippage on sand.

Nemma would have difficulty learning how to walk in Streshibpen as she prefers sensible & practical shoes, but as it'd be one of the formal dress expectations of her, she'd endeavor to learn.

Though, she'd require that the heels have blades in them & steel toes.

If she has to wear these torture devices, she's gonna weaponize them, damnit!

And, the patterns she'll mostly feature will be the sort of lotus-like Gerudo designs with many of them coming in some variety & combination of blue, aqua, green, navy, & even a smattering of pink, white, & purple.

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Now, these generally aren't things she'd wear normally as they are more formal in nature.

For one, rather than wear her crown & Kopfab everywhere, she'd instead tend to wear her hair in her typical topknot, held in place by a silver or platinum Ebè'túijïl or hair crown, which is what I call the hair ornament that Ganondorf wears in TotK. However, she'll still wear her Kogai with sharpened, metal tips.

As for clothes, she'd have a Xularàz'ùl Thōbora for Vaien, which is basically an embroidered women's thoub. Mainly blue & silver or blue & white with a few other colors for accents, with slit bell sleeves.

As for shoes, she's more inclined to wear Shibpin, which are the flats with pointed toes from the Gerudo Vai & Desert Voe sets.

She'll also always be wearing a simple pair of earrings, one of which featuring a Gossip Stone after a certain point in the story.

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Anyway, when out in the desert, she, of course, wears a Sheikah stealth suit, specifically modified to better survive in the desert. It's made of Bighorn Sheep wool & dyed white to reflect the sun & blend in with the environment. Though it still features the Sheikah eye, it also has the cobra hood symbol of the Gerudo as well. Add to that her climbing gloves, a Burnùs, & Gàlkhutwàïr Adhien & she's ready to survive. The boots having extra grip specially added to the soles to help with climbing.

A Burnùs being a white or beige hooded cloak with a split in the front that keeps the sun off you. And Gàlkhutwàïr Adhien, also known as Sandstrider Boots (basically just the Sand Boots), are boots made of sand seal leather with soles of Molduga hide, specifically designed to displace a person's weight evenly, thus allowing the wearer's feet to keep from sinking into the sand. She also continues to wear a traditional Sheikah Fukumen mask rather than opting for a Gerudo Shemàgh, though she goes with white here to go with the rest & this one is made of summer weight wool from Bighorn Sheep to help keep her cool in the day.

So, something of an Assassin's Creed look.

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She would still, of course, wear traditional Sheikah attire, but she is now generally expected to put herself forth as a queen.

Such things include sleeping yukata for going to bed.

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Also keep in mind that Nemma always has weapons on her. She is just not comfortable without a weapon on hand.

It may be overt or covert, but she always has something on her to defend herself.

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Nemma is from a story prompt of mine called Meeting One's Match.

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(More Lucie lives OPQ au because fuck it I have the best copium.)

The director's computer is easy enough to find, situated at the big fancy desk instead on the rows below. Lucie is not quite sure why it is in the computer room and not his office but, well, the computers are all on an intranet so even if they are wrong, this will work, it will just take a little longer.

Getting in is easy enough - they found his password earlier - but the files they want... Protected, of course, and it needs cracking before she can copy them.

That's what her decryption software is for, at least.

A quick check and, while the employee computers have USB ports in the side of the screens, the main one requires actually accessing the tower.

Annoying, but doable.

She pulls the correct flash drive - orange - from her lanyard, and waves Jeffrey over.

"Plus this in for me?"

"Er, sure, any specific slot?"

"A USB one."

There's a momentary staring match which follows her sass, which she of course wins as Jeffrey ducks down, and plugs it in. The other three are off, somewhere, looking for evidence and making some distraction - the walkie talkie is silent, so they're either dead or safe.

The 'installing device driver software' alert pops up in the corner, and Lucie shakes the thought away.

A few seconds later, it's ready.

"Thanks." She navigates through to the command panel, and boots the hacking software up. As soon as it is going she pulls her arms back, letting her shoulders settle against the back of her wheelchair once more.

"Is it done?" Jeffrey asks, hands fiddling with his knife as he stands watch by the door.

"Ten minutes," Lucie replies. "It does not need me here while it works."

"Right..."

Jeffrey sticks his head into the corridor, looking quickly side to side before ducking back in, "can't see any trouble. We should wait here."

"Oui," Lucie maneuvers over to one of the other computers, wriggling the mouse in the hopes of finding anything interesting.

"Er, Lucie?" Jeffrey asks.

"It's fine," she finds nothing on the first, and moves on to a second. "We should gather information, no?"

"Sure, I guess."

Lucie catches him fiddling with something in his pocket, and can only pray it is not another hamster. How her boys survive these missions without her she honestly has no idea.

She leaves him be, and quickly flicks through the second computer. There are a few research reports and data tables - she grabs a second flash drive, and quickly copies those across - and then... An email alert pops up in the corner.

She would leave it - she should leave it - except that the subject line reads "Situation D'Urgence!" and is marked as important.

The text of the email is all in French. She skims over it quickly, expecting a security notification about a break in, and instead... Something about neonatal specimens escaping confinement, a hunt, all human workers to evacuate immediately as per containment breech protocol.

"Jeffrey?" she asks as she clicks it open. "What did the others say they were doing?"

"Looking for specimens," he replies. "More fetuses in jars. That sort of thing."

A thought occurs, and she starts searching the reports.

"I think they found them," she says. "Emergency all staff alert. Something escaped."

"Escaped? What do you mean escaped? This was supposed to be a safe mission!"

She ignores Jeffrey's panicked screeching, quickly searching the documents for the terms she saw. In one she finds photographs from a dissection of the creatures.

Babies her ass.

"Jeffrey," she cuts across him. "The babies are not babies."

"What do you- Oh."

Labeled as néonatal, the figures are still the size of an adult human. Maybe they were even human once; it is hard to tell, with the leathery skin of their chests pulled aside, so the workers might photograph their organs. The five inch long talons, the extended teeth, the scaled black wings - all of that is labelled in explicate detail, too. Lucie is a little thankful everything is in black and white, but adds the images folder on this computer onto her flash drive just in case the originals are still there. The photos looked old, distorted and grainy, though, so maybe not.

But then why not do better dissections themselves?

"Those? Those are the /babies/?" Jeffrey asks.

Lucie points to the labels, "yes."

"Fuck. Fuck, fuck, um," Jeffrey grabs his walkie talkie, clicking it to speak. "Um, guys?"

"Not fucking now, pizza boy," Benito sounds out of breath. "Wait, no, grab Lucie and get out of here."

In the background, Lucie can hear the distorted sounds of a fight.

"Doc?" he asks again.

"Not now!" Benito replies, and someone in the back screams.

Nothing else comes.

Lucie quickly turns back to the reports, skimming through them.

"Lucie? We... We should go," Jeffrey says, glancing at the door.

She turns her wheelchair to glance over at the main computer, checking the processing bar. It's less complete than it should have been. Merde, there must be something complicated about the encryption.

She pulls the flash drive from this computer, clipping it back onto the lanyard under her shirt.

She should go. A fight has broken out, and she is a liability to the team like this.

But, nobody else understands the decryption software - she's tried to teach them, but it just never sticks. And the French, nobody else speaks it, and all the documents here seem written in it. If they need a password finding...

Maybe they should have delayed the investigation until the Order could have found another hacker and another French speaker, leaving Lucie with her usual job as mission control. But... But people had been disappearing, and her boys had traced everything to here, and there /should not have been anything dangerous here at 3am on a Sunday/.

But, she had made her choice a week ago when they denied the assistance and set Emi up as mission control (well, agreed to leave her at their Order-supplied office with a phone, energy drinks, cand the coursework the now teenager has due Monday), and her choice was still her choice.

Lucie snatches Jeffrey's walkie talkie away.

"The software needs more time," she tells the other group. "I'm sending Jeffrey to you. Don't worry about me."

She then pulls the battery pack out of it - not wanting to hear the objections - and shoves both parts back.

"Run," she says. "They need you. I'll hide."

"But-"

Lucie makes sure to run over his toes as she turns and looks for a large enough cupboard.

"Come back here once you're done," she says. "I'll be fine. Don't get bit."

Jeffrey calls for her, but she ignores him. She sees him hesitate, but... Well she pulls open the door to the locker.

It's... Mostly equipment, but on a shelf is a bag of... blood?

The door slams as Jeffrey leaves; Lucie looks at the locker, pulls the blood bag off the shelf, tape and scissors from her bag, and takes a deep breath.

She has to be careful, and no matter how careful she is, it might fucking hurt.

She turns her wheelchair ninety degrees, until it faces another wall, and turns it off. With a huge amount of tape she forces the joystick to forwards, then lifts up the arm.

She undoes her seat-belt, and shifts her weight to the side.

Falling hurts, falling is noisy, she's pretty sure she slams her shoulder on the metal, but it is the best option she has. She drags herself about, cutting open the blood bag and pouring it all over her wheelchair - an obvious suggestion of what might have occurred here. The arm is a little high, but she manages to pull it down. A little more blood is smeared along it, but that is fine; she turns on the power, and lets it go.

Getting a replacement will be an ass, but dying would be worse.

With her wheelchair gone she can pull her remaining, useless leg into the locker with the rest of her.

She gives it one moment, then another, as agony shakes up her injured spine.

And then Lucie reaches out, and pulls shut the doors.

Some of the lab coats in the locker fall on her, but all the better. She curls up at the base as best she can, ear to the wood and one eye squinting through the crack under the door.

She keeps still, she keeps silent, she refuses to die.

It's harder, though, in the dark locker, without a radio or a headset or anyone nearby. Every creak is a monster, every echo is gunfire, every groaning pipe the death of one of her boys.

Every second is a memory of a time she would rather forget, of being hunted, quiet, a child at her side and a monster's claws through her spine.

She breathes only through her nose.

She watches, and waits.

And waits.

And waits.

Something drops from the ceiling, and she stifles a gasp. If she moves, if she makes even a sound, she is a sitting duck.

One, two, three of the creatures from the dissection photos are there, but thinner, warped, stretched out. They sniff the air, turning this way and that.

One looks dead at the locker.

Lucie stops breathing.

It turns away.

They are slow, they are smelling, until all at once they leap in to a frenzy. They leap on her wheelchair, ripping it apart with their claws and their teeth, sucking on the foam cushions where the blood has seeped in.

She thinks, somewhat manically, about how they're certainly helping look like she was eaten.

Slowly, slowly, slowly she inches up her hands, covering her ears so she does not have to listen to claws on steel.

Did she get blood on her hands?

Dear god, she hopes she did not get blood on her hands. From the frenzy, from the frenzy she thinks they can smell it..

The monsters howl, and anger seems to shake the very building itself.

She is going to die.

Lucie is absolutely certain that she is going to die as one, two, three monsters turn towards the cupboard.

(She is going to die, and she can only hope that her boys were not stupid enough to come back for her, that they took the paperwork the group found earlier and escaped.)

One steps closer.

(They needed her French and her computer skills, but they could have waited for the Order to send someone else to join the team. They could have waited, they should have waited.)

The others step closer.

(If Lucie dies now, she dies knowing she has saved someone, that her death gets the Order the information they need to save other people from her fate.)

All three move closer.

(It's a better death, she thinks, than the one she should have had in Greenland.)

And closer.

(It's a better death.)

And closer.

(She is still)

And closer.

(fucking)

And closer.

(terrified)

And closer...

One puts its hand on the locker door, and Lucie reminds herself not to breathe. It's the only thing she can think now - don't breathe, don't breathe, don't breathe -

Somewhere else in the facility, another monster screams. The three who remained straighten up, frozen for a moment, before scampering away.

Lucie still holds her breath until her vision turns black, only then letting it out as a slow sigh.

Alive, alive, alive.

Now stay hidden, stay safe, don't cause more problems than you are already being.

She knows, she knows her boys would not agree with that, that bringing someone they didn't know and trust here would have been worse, that if they delayed innocent people - more innocent than she has ever been - will die.

It doesn't stop her feeling like it curled up, and alone, in the bottom of a locker and hunted by monsters.

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It feels like hours before Lucie hears another noise, though her careful count says only fifteen minutes.

It starts with the door creaking open, and a quiet whisper of "Lucie?"

She would sob in relief to hear Diego, if she was not so terrified, if she was not still waiting to die.

She screws up her eyes, and tries to remember how to breathe.

"Lucie!" Diego's next call is panicked, desperate. "No, no, no, no, Lucie? Lucie!"

He saw her wheelchair.

He must have seen her wheelchair.

How can she...

"Diego?" she manages to whisper.

It doesn't seem enough, and her mouth isn't working, so she slams her hand on the metal door.

It cuts Diego quiet.

"Lucie?" he whispers.

"Here," she whispers back.

She doesn't think he hears her, though, because he still moves carefully towards the locker. He seems hesitant as he opens it, creaking the door open so, so slowly...

Lucie throws off the lab coat she was hidden under, and reaches for him.

Diego kneels, and hugs her, and she clings as tightly back as she possibly can.

They stay like that for a moment, shaking and clinging and revelling in each other's presence, before Diego pulls a little away.

"I can't carry you far," Diego says. "Do you mind if-"

"Just call him," it's still hard to talk, fear still crushes her lungs, but Lucie tries.

Diego scoops her into his arms, and calls for Luis by name.

All three of her other boys poke their head around the door, though Luis is the only one who comes through. Jeffrey gives her a nervous wave, Lucie gives him a thumbs up back. Benito takes Luis' shotgun, and points it down the hallway.

Luis looks from Lucie in Diego's arms, to the wheelchair, and back again.

"You have need of a Super Mexican Lift?" he asks her, words joking but eyes serious.

"I just need my flash drive," she gestures to the main computer, where the software is finally, finally done.

Thank god she wrote it to decrypt then copy everything that had been in encrypted folders, rather than waiting for her to select folders herself. It does mean more shit porn to sort through later, but she doesn't want to wait.

Luis goes to the computer, and looks, "errr..."

"Diego?" Lucie sighs. "Could you-?"

Diego carries her over to the computer, just close enough to lean over and complete the last few operations herself. The twisting hurts, but she would never forgive herself if they failed only /now/.

"Go round the back, and pull out the orange thing," she says, once everything is properly closed.

"Yes, ma'am," Luis half-teases as he does what he's told. It takes him a moment to find the right one, but he unplugs it, flicks the extension back into the case, and hands it over.

Lucie clips it back onto her lanyard, and reaches out.

It's a little complicated to get her from Diego's arms to Luis' back, but together they manage it. She has to cling tight, and Luis has to hold her leg and her stump in place, but they manage.

"Right," Benito sees Lucie is still shaken, and so he takes control. "I want to get the fuck out of here before more of those shits get out. So /I/ am going to open doors for you two and call Emi to get us a cab, while you two can do a final sweep and meet us outside."

"Why us?" Jeffrey pouts as he says it. "You have the shotgun."

"I didn't see you making a plan. Are you going to make Lucie sweep the building?"

"Sure," Lucie leans her head a bit more to the side, just so she can glower at Benito. "Let me just find my legs. Oh, wait, the fuckers ate it."

She earns a small laugh from Diego, at least; it is enough.

Somehow they get outside unaccosted - probably because it is half past three on a Sunday morning, and Luis has already taken out the security team. Benito calls Emi, who they all know won't actually be working on her coursework no matter what she promised. They take burner phones on missions, yes, for emergencies, but cabs want payment details, and it is not worth the risk of their escapades being chased back to them; Emi receives the call on the office landline, then calls them a taxi from her mobile. At least they only need a taxi this time - easy enough to say her parents were out with friends and her mother's wheelchair broke and the repair company will get that in the morning but everyone needs home - not an ambulance.

Lucie remembers calling an ambulance for her boys. She wouldn't wish that fear on anyone, let alone her daughter.

The cab comes, and the driver's questions are easy enough to lie about. Diego ends up napping against the window on the short ride home, while Jeffrey may as well be a skin suit of bees for all his vibrating. It's interesting to see this side, how they stop, how they calm down.

Emi meets them near the Order with a transport chair, and Diego wakes up enough to help Lucie into it. Someone else has to push the stupid thing, but it is cheap, and it gives her a way out of bed until a new one can be delivered.

Luis ends up pushing it on their walk home, as Diego is still mostly asleep.

"What happened to your wheelchair anyway?" Emi asks.

"I used it as bait," Lucie replies, sounding more confident in her plan than she had been at the time. "I meant it to look like the monsters ate me already if they were clever, but maybe I used too much blood as they ate it instead. Oops."

Diego gives a slightly pained whine; Lucie reaches up, and takes one of his hands. She squeezes it, and he squeezes back.

"They ate your wheelchair," Emi frowns. "Gross."

For some reason, the comment makes Lucie giggle. Maybe its how late it is, maybe it's the adrenaline crash, but she giggles none the less.

"I told you throwing blood bags on the wall would work," Jeffrey complains. "But nobody ever listens to me."

"It's fine, nobody died," Benito shrugs. "Pretty sure the worst injury was pizza boy here running into a locked door."

"Hey! You ran into it too!"

"Yes, well, we all know Doc doesn't have a brain to concuss," Lucie offers.

It draws laughter from the rest of the group as well.

Success.

Abuelita is waiting for them at the house, hurrying everyone into the house with hot chocolate and blankets. Lucie is helped onto the significantly more comfortable couch, everyone knowing she will sleep there tonight if she sleeps at all. The boys stay around, in the chairs or on the floor, while Emi is shooed off to her actual bedroom.

Luis gets some hard looks about it, too, but Abuelita softens when Lucie reaches out to put a hand on his shoulder.

"Did you find what you needed?" is all she asks of the group.

They all look to Lucie.

"I'll check in the morning," she yawns, shuffling to find the most comfortable position. "Someone else can write the report."

She doesn't want to think about it just now. All she wants to think about is the sound of Abuelita putting on some late night game show and settling into /her/ armchair, of Emi putting music on upstairs and definitely not sleeping just yet, and of her idiot boys all safe and nearby.

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The 2024 Toyota GR86 TRUENO Edition is Here

Toyota has announced the 2024 Toyota GR lineup – and we’re so excited to show you one of our favorites on the lineup. The 2024 Toyota GR86 TRUENO Edition is all the buzz in the sportscar community, and one of the main reasons is that it commemorates the Toyota AE86’s 40th anniversary. Since this N Charlotte Toyota sportscar has so many cool features, we will make it simple for you.

2024 Toyota GR86 Trueno Edition Performance

The 2024 Toyota GR86 TRUENO Edition comes with an upgraded performance package – that comes in both manual and automatic transmissions. You’ll be able to add this performance package to your 2023/2022 Toyota GR86, so don’t worry if you’re not able to get your hands on this particular N Charlotte Toyota. Let’s get into it.

There will be ZF SACHS Dampers and Brembo brakes that come standard on all models.

These features will enhance the consistency of handling, ride comfort, and brake system.

Automatic and, now, manual transmission models are equipped with Active Safety Suite. The system has features like Pre-Collision Braking and Adaptive Cruise Control.

Plus, this Toyota is super light at 2,811 pounds with the aluminum hood, front fenders, and roof panel – making it one of the lightest sports cars on the market.

The naturally aspirated 2.4-liter FA-24 engine has 228 horsepower and 184 lb.-ft. of torque. This makes this N Charlotte Toyota go from 0-60 in just 6.1 seconds for the 6-speed manual transmission and 6.6 seconds for the six-speed electronically controlled automatic transmission. 

Finally, you can go into track mode with the push of a button and switch off vehicle stability control.

What does the 2024 Toyota GR86 TRUENO Edition interior and exterior look like?

As mentioned earlier, this N Charlotte Toyota sportscar is an homage to the Toyota AE86, which is very popular in the anime and manga community because of the anime ‘Initial D’. If you don’t know – although you should – Initial D is about a character named Takumi Fujiwara and his rise to being a downhill racing hero in his Toyota AE86. Since the anime is so well known, the Toyota AE86 has been coined the ‘initial D car’. Now, let’s get into what the modern initial D car will look like when you first take a look:

To start with a bang, it will come with a number plate that marks the 2024 Toyota GR86 TRUENO Edition.

It comes with a black-wrapped hood, black TRUENO Edition side panels, and a black duckbill spoiler. 

As a tribute to the 1980s model, this N Charlotte Toyota sports car will have a ‘TRUENO Edition’ badge on the front bumper lip and rear decklid.

Also, other accents this ride will have are black metallic 18-inch, 10-spoke aluminum alloy wheels with black door handles and mirror caps.

This is what you’ll step into:

Ultrasuede sport seats that are trimmed with red leather, a red-stitched shift boot, and a leather-wrapped steering wheel.

‘TRUENO Edition’ shift knob and all-weather floor mats.

Finally, an 8-inch touchscreen has Apple CarPlay and Android Auto. Those features are complemented with 8 premium speakers to rock out to on your drive.

2024 Toyota GR86 Trueno Edition Price 

We don’t have the exact MSRP of the 2024 Toyota GR68 TRUENO Edition, but we can guesstimate that it will be around $35k-40k because the 2023 Toyota GR86’s starting price is $28,400. And with all the special features and it being limited, there will be an obvious bump in the price.

Stop by Toyota of N Charlotte 

If you want to get behind the wheel of this sports car, then stop by Toyota of N Charlotte! Also, stay posted on our social media for any updates about this ride. We’re located at 13429 Statesville Road. Take exit 23 off I-77 in Huntersville.

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Tagged by @wanderingaldecaldo !!!! Which means yes, we're back to talking about Riley. I'm gonna try to keep this one as BRIEF as I can, and do more "fun" facts that I've been sitting on about her over the past 3 years of planning:

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❤️ - Riley isn't a food nut but she LOVES shawarma. It was the first meal she ever had with Jackie after he brought her into the city and she and him (plus Misty and Vik) sometimes used to go to this one hole-in-the-wall shop around the corner of her apartment during the 18 months they worked before the heist. Her go-to order is syn-lamb with all the add-ons, no onions, and extra sauce on the side for dipping. She and Jackie both have signed eurodollars on the wall because they got dinner there like twice a week.

💛 - Riley is Indigenous American/Mexican, her mother Ivy being 100% Navajo and her father Felix identifying as both Mexican and Apache (don't ask him the percentages of each-- he doesn't know and he sure as shit doesn't care). Riley finds it hard to identify culturally with any of her backgrounds, however, because of her life growing up on the road, and Navajo customs and traditions fell out of the Bakkers over the years save for the stubborn few who still hold onto them. Her mother tells her some things here and there, but it's a part of her that she regrets not knowing more about once she leaves the Bakkers for Night City.

💚 - Riley's cybernetic right foot ends in a modified blade-- not a knife blade, a sprinter blade, like a runner would use-- and as a result she literally cannot wear heels. Flats only. She tried to shove her foot into a kitten heel once and she tripped on her way out of her apartment. It wasn't a good look. Please consider getting her more sneakers and boots for Christmas. Additionally, as a result of having one leg be made of mostly junk metal, her legs are actually not the same length (left leg is 1/2 an inch longer than her right), and she has to make a conscious effort not to trip over her own feet when she's moving hurriedly.

💙 - Riley's had her nose broken around 3-4 times throughout her life (three from fights, one from falling off her motercycle) and has never once gotten surgery to correct it, so it's pretty...let's say "askew". She actually has problems breathing out of it a lot of the time but in terms of medical issues that need addressing, this is LOW on her list, so she never actually does anything about it.

💜 - Riley was a massive horse girl growing up and actually dreamed about seeing a real-life horse one day when she was a child (a dream she still has, even if she'd rather die than ever admit it). She used to draw pictures of horses and hang them up in her family's tent, and every time the Bakkers would stop at a new town she'd try and barter with the townsfolk for any books about horses that weren't in the clan library. If she ever got one of her own, she already has names picked out-- Atticus for a boy, Maisie for a girl.

I would tab people but I'm pretty sure everyone in the fandom has done this one, so I'm gonna take a quick break and just say that if you haven't, consider this my invitation to you!

[awesome-llama01]

ok so Neil and Andrew at the met gala (guilded glamour)

- firstly they hate it but will go because Allison dressed them and Renee will be there.

-Allison is one of the hosts and as she is a designer she has a table for herself, so inviting Andrew and Neil seemed a good idea. Renee is there as her plus one and also because Allison will make sure the four of them are the hottest people there.

- Andrew has an understated passion for fashion (so is a little bit excited underneath the scowl to just be bitchy and judgy about the outfits he doesn’t like) (it’s one of the few things he has in common with Allison- beside loving neil)

-Neil just complains the entire time, because he hates the amount of cameras and interviewers who always ask about his scars

-Andrew approves of the outfit Allison chose for him. A black suit, matching black shirt with gold tips on his collar. On his blazer the lapels are a metallic gold in a 1920’s art deco style pattern. He has black stompy boots with gold buckles that add a few inches to him. There is a small bit of smudged eyeliner on the corners of his eyes and a gold shimmer placed on his inner corner. His hair is tousled but not too wavy or too spiky. His usual silver helix piercings are swapped for a gold rings and a matching gold industrial in his left ear. He looks good and he fucking knows it.

-Neil struggles not to stare at him, cus sue us Andrew is pretty.

- Neil is put into a duck egg blue satin suit, with silver art deco styling covering the entire blazer, a pale salmon pink satin pussy bow blouse and a chain of silver and pearls. He has shiny silver boots that add a few inches to his height and extenuate his lean legs. His usual piercings are maintained with simple small silver hoops in his seconds and pearl studs in his firsts, and a silver hoop in his nose. Neil’s hair is giving beach waves that curl around his ears and over his forehead. A subtle silver shimmer is placed over his eyelids and a pink tinted lip balm for his ever chapped lips. (it’s giving gender envy vibes tbh)

- it’s no Edens Twilight outfit, but still Andrew offers a quiet “looking good, josten” and it’s enough to keep a smile on Neil’s face all night.

- Allison and Renee are in matching gold and black dresses. Allison in a fitted gold bodice with gold detailing strapless dress with a sleek black skirt and gold louboutins, cartier jewellery and a gold to black smokey eye. Renee is in a black fitted bodice with shimmery black detailing strappy dress with a sleek gold skirt and black louboutins, cartier jewellery and plain black smokey eye. All courtesy of Allison and her brand of course.

- At this time they are midway through their careers and the Minyard-Josten Rivalry is at its peak and the reporters are going mental over the fact they’re here at the same event and thinking that something will happen, likely a fight or something. Of course they are completely unaware they woke up in the same bed that morning to soft kisses and room service breakfast in bed. And that later they shared a bath and piled bubbles on each other’s heads and drank champagne and laughed like they’d finally found the joy in life.

- At the event, as usual neither of them really smile, offering expressions that weren’t all that bored and scowls that were almost reduced to ‘having fun’. Neil offered a few small smiles but never enough show his teeth. Andrew goes first onto the red carpet and poses as he should, with his hands in his pockets and the semi permanent scowl and the bored eyes. Neil can’t help but stare after him, he’s beautiful. Neil is next to walk the carpet using the poses that Allison made sure to show him, a simple stand with chin up and shoulders strong, one leg slightly in front of the other.

- The interviewers ask all the same questions. ‘who are you wearing?’ ‘andrew minyard is here tonight, is anything gonna happen? how do you feel about about him being here’ ‘you look so hot with those scars’. Neil always gives small answers and nods uncomfortably when he can’t, biting his tongue hard. Allison made him promise not to start any fights with the reporters and if he wanted to remain in her good books he will do as he’s told.

- he meets Allison, Renee and Andrew at the top of the stairs where he’s greeted with a kiss on the cheek from Allison and a quiet ‘well done, baby, you look fabulous’ in his ear. A smile and a ever polite greeting from Renee. He grumbles back and moves to stand nearer Andrew, who looks up and down his body, with a suggestive glint in his eye, only one Neil has learnt to read after so many years together. Suddenly the noise of the carpet quiets as the reporters stare at them in baited breath, waiting for a fight. Andrew just rolls his eyes and tugs on Neil’s pinky finger to pull him inside the Met.

- Once seated, and Allison went off to find her way to the stage, Neil whispered in Andrews ear “When can we go? This is awful” to which Andrew replied “Can we at least stay for dessert, Allison made sure I get plenty of ice cream with mine. Besides I want to be prepared for when i rip that suit off of you later…” Neil let out a huff that Andrew took as a laugh, he didn’t need to turn around to know about the flush on his partners cheeks.

-All in all everyone had a good night, and Neil was rewarded for his patience lol.

sorry this was weird but i woke up this morning to all the pictures from the met gala and couldn’t get this out of my head lol?

[jungkookschin]

deserve pt 2

from the i can and i will drabble series

jungkook just wwants to show you what you deserve

word count: 1.7k roughly

warnings: fluff but some angsty foreshadowing (nothing we don't already know)

Lucky. Jungkook feels so so lucky. Because how do you look so beautiful tonight? How did he, of all people, get the pleasure of taking you out to a fancy dinner at the famous Diner Du Soir? Granted, it is a company dinner. The only reason he’s able to take you out tonight is because BigHit has rented the whole place out- the only people in the vicinity are BTS and other staff members. All of this to celebrate BTS’s recent American Music Award- something that Jungkook is immensely proud of.

Because this fancy dinner is for Jungkook’s accomplishment (and the other members), he was given permission to bring you as his plus one. The two of you are clad in matching outfits: Jungkook is in a sleek black button up and slacks, with black boots that add to his already towering height. You’re wearing black heels, with a strapless black mini dress. Your shoulders and collarbones are on display, the dress perfectly accentuating the natural curves of your body. The heels make your legs look so long, and he feels like he’s at dinner with some hot runway model. He is so so lucky. 

Honestly, being at a fancy dinner is nothing less than you deserve. You deserved to be spoiled with riches and luxury, and Jungkook is so ecstatic that he’s building enough wealth to do that for you. He’s honestly just so happy in this moment. So happy that he’s allowed to sneak a hand around your waist and pull you snug to him (becuase everybody in the company already knows about his relationship), and so happy that he’s the boyfriend of such an enamoring, beautiful, wonderfully intelligent woman like you.

You’ve got three inch red heels laced around the circumference of your ankles. The shoes beautifully elongate your legs, and you’re probably standing at the same height as Jimin. He looks at you defensively, because geez, you look so tall. It was threatening his masculinity and he didn't like it.

Jungkook finds the whole situation pretty amusing, because Jimin practically stops straight in his tracks when he sees you coming. 

“Oh? Y/N!” Namjoon exclaims, striding over to you and putting his arm around your shoulder for a side hug. “Did you get taller?”

“Hi Namjoon,” you say, laughing in response as you look up at him. “It’s just the heels.”

From about three feet away, Taehyung’s got his hands snug in his pocket, eyeing you smugly as he taps on Jimin’s shoulder and whispers in his ear. You don’t really know what they’re saying, but they’re making it painfully obvious it’s about you so you just stare blankly at them. 

Jimin whispers something back into Taehyung’s ear before giving him a dirty look and pushing him away, leaving Taehyung in a laughing fit. 

“Hey guys, it’s rude to talk about my girlfriend so obviously in front of her-”

And Jungkook pauses, because Jimin is dramatically puffing his chest out like he’s trying to be the Hulk or something, flexing his arms muscles that stand idly by his sides, and standing at the very tips of his tippy toes as he approaches you. Oh goodness. And he's acting as if this is how he normally looks, casually saying“Y/N! Long time no see!”

You purse your lips, fighting the playful urge to roll your eyes. “Hi Jimin,” you say in an endearing yet annoyed tone. “Don’t you guys have an album called Love Yourself coming out? Why can’t you learn to embrace your height?”

“Oh she’s got you there,” Hobi says from the side, which makes Jimin dramatically blow the air out of his chest, standing on the flats of his feet.

“Just jokes,” he sheepishly says before he opens his arms, waiting for you to give him a good ol' sisterly embrace. “I missed you Y/N.” And you laugh, wrapping your arms around his neck gently so that he can give you a hug.

“Hey! Not too long,” Jungkook steps forward, practically pulling you two apart with his claws. Jungkook who seemed to be calm and mature on broadcasts really had a secret and playful possessive side. He loved his members like his brothers, so he felt comfortable sulking over your touchiness with them in front of everybody,

“You’re so immature,” Jimin mutters, giving him a pointed look. “I started talking to Y/N before you,” Jimin makes sure to point this out, making everyone recall how reserved you used to be when you first started interning for them. 

You return to your position by Jungkook grabbing onto his arm before giggling. “That’s because you always were talking shit about that one boy group member- the one who kept calling you guys talentless or something. I hated him too,” 

Ah those were the good ol' days. You remember when the managers made you listen to the members air out their issues and Jimin was never shy when referring to some other boy group who was always shit talking BTS. He was always venting out his anger to you, saying the nastiest shit about one of the members in particular. The fans would have gone crazy if they knew the true beef going on between these two boy groups.

“Oh, he was such a dick,” Jimin says in response.

“Well,” Jungkook interjects, “They are disbanded now..”, and as he makes this blunt and out of pocket comment about how this once wildly popular boy group experienced a horrible scandal, he looks away and scratches the back of his head. His voice slightly gets smaller too.

Jimin hated them too, but he did feel bad when the group shamefully disbanded and became exiled in the eyes of the public.

“Hey let’s not talk about this,” Namjoon says. “Care to sit down?” he asks addressing you more gently, which warrants a very brief glare from Jungkook.

You sit at the table with all six members of BTS, catching up with them. Six- because Jin is making his typical fashionably late entrance. When he does show up, Jin practically model walks in, his entrance catching the eye of everybody in the room. Typical Jin, you think. But you did have to admit that he looked good.

He sits down in the vacant seat between Taehyung and Suga, going “Hey kids, you missed me?” and his eyes are scanning the table, doing a double take when he sees you. “Oh? Y/N? You’re here?” he exclaims, standing up again. He juts out his hand to shake your hand, a big smile erupting on his face. “Woww, long time no see! You’ve grown up so much!”

You stand up, a similar smile on your face when you shake his hand. “Thanks Jin. You look nice,” is all you say.

“As usual,” he jokes, which warrants an eye roll from all the other members. Jin immediately notices, giving a dramatically shocked gasp as he puts his hand on his heart. “Don’t be jealous that Jungkookie’s girlfriend complimented me!- Anyways Y/N, how’s managing Sparkle going?”

You smile, popping a cut up piece of steak (courtesy of Jungkook, who persistently insisted that he cut up your steak). “It’s going really good. The girls are super good and sweet girls," you pause for a moment, contemplating on something funny that popped into your head. “Be careful, or else they may beat you in the charts,” you say, giving a smug look to all the members.

Jungkook raises a brow, shooting you a look that screams you're really fucking annoying but also really fucking cute. He roughly swiping his thumb against your lips, wiping off the steak sauce residue from your lips. “Don’t say that with your mouth full,” he teases. 

The dinner progresses pretty peacefully, the members getting caught up in their own conversation, and you getting caught up with talking to Namjoon.

“I think I’m going to resign from my job soon,” you explain while he listens attentively. “I want to go back to school full time to get my masters’ degree, and hopefully I’ll get a better paying job afterwards.”

“That seems like a good idea- I’m sure the girls will be upset though. It seems like they like you a lot.

“I know,” you say a little disheartedly. “I love them a lot but I feel like it’s time to move on. I think I’ll give it a few more months.”

“No, it’s good you’re putting yourself first,” Namjoon

 agrees, nodding his head. “Have you thought about what school you want to go to?”

At his question, you slightly pause, taking a peek at Jungkook who’s immersed in a playful conversation with Jimin and Hobi. You do have a school in mind, and your admission into that school is something you haven’t told anyone about- just because you were unsure about spreading the news to everyone or even if you wanted to go to this school.

“Yea, I do,” you say quietly. Namjoon instinctively leans in closer sensing that you want to keep whatever you’re about to say on the downlow. “Hanyang University?” you mutter quietly, a hint of uncertainty in your voice.

“Oh,” Namjoon says. “That’s far,” is all he can let out.

And you know what he’s thinking. You and Jungkook’s relationship has already been difficult to maintain as his occupation as an idol- and honestly? You were aware that long distance was going to make circumstances even more challenging.

From across the table, Yoongi, Taehyung, and Jin are in their own little world. They’re all just watching Jungkook sending the biggest heart eyes your way. All you’re doing is looking at your salad, tossing the lettuce around with your fork, and Jungkook looks like the biggest simp in the world.

“He’s got it bad,” Yoongi says, craning his head to the left to look at the reactions of the two other guys. 

Taehyung rests his head on his hand, elbow propped up against the table as he observes the scene in front of him. Jungkook’s holding up the cup of water, placing the straw into your mouth so you can take a sip of  your drink.

“If they ever break up he’s gonna be really fucked up.”

[sbknews]

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[twopoppies]

Hi love! I net harry 2 years ago and he is tall i think 1,80 cm? I’m 1,63 and my head is near to his neck so seems very tall but isn’t, he seems like tall because he has a big shoulders but he is tiny and very shy 🥺

From what people have said before (including the person here), and what my friend said today, he's around 5'10/5'11". 5 feet ten inches is 70 inches.

5 feet 11 inches is 71 inches

Plus, he often wears heeled boots, so add another 2/3" to that and that would give you the 6 foot tall person many people mention.

[appledew]

Eraserhead/Shōta Aizawa is all set!

Made for  Thegardeniacipher on IG!

This plush is made of minky, mochi minky and custom dyed minky. The accessories are made of mochi minky, custom dyed minky and cotton fabric, plus a zipper and batting. They stand at about 11 inches, 9 inches when sitting. The face is machine embroidered, as well as some of the detailing on the accessories and clothing. The torso is stuffed with polypellets for weight and the legs are floppy. The goggles and sleeping bag are removable.

What a project!

Starting on patterning. The base body was easy! The base body is a modified version of my regular human chibi pattern. The head and torso are about the same while the rump/leg area is the modified part. Since most of their base clothing is black, I decided to use black mochi minky to make the belts and boots stand out a little more. :)

The hair was oddly easy, I did need to add a piece or two to give it more volume after original pattern was made. Then came the accessories.

I never thought I’d make a sleeping bag for a plush! The sleeping bag went through a TON of revisions. But on the bright side i was able to work off of the original made. A lot of downsizing and trimming was done. It’s been YEARS since I attached a zipper to anything-- and I’m definitely rusty. To make matters more interesting, the inside of the sleeping bag is.... interesting. 😳 I finished the inside with a zigzag stitch, unfortunately it’s SUPER obvious how badly my machine skips when using the zigzag feature. I’m in the mentality that the hideous seams are sturdy and that they will rarely be seen. It’s tidy enough for a junk ton of threads to not be poking out.^^; Fray Check also helped immensely. It’s honestly a bit embarrassing but I think the outside makes up for the mess. :) Oh! I did also learn how to make my own bias tape for the head hole, and I think it also helps makes up for it all.

The middle(?) of the sleeping bag is lined with quilting batting to add the puffy look! The sleeping bag is just a sign to learn more about working with cotton fabrics, tbh.

Annnnd I think the goggles were last. I wasn’t exactly sure how to make a more rigid shape with minky, so the insides of the goggles are lined with stiff but lightweight interfacing. The band is made with stretchy mochi minky to make it a bit easier to attach and remove.

That’s all I believe! I could go on, but I think this is enough for now!

One small realization: when I was looking at the references for this character. I knew I saw them somewhere... I knew they were from MHA, but I wasn’t familiar with the series at all. Until I realized I made Eri a year or two back and I saw them in some of the references I picked out with Eri! Just a little tidbit that I thought was kinda cute? ^^;

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[narrators-journal]

i saw u said u liked the kinktober request u were given for loki x akechi, do u think u could do something that was like, nsfw robin hood x akechi x loki? or maybe nsfw ren x loki? there isnt enough persona fucking love :( i know u said u werent taking prompt rqs anymore but if u could keep the size difference aspect in that would b great 💞

Oh, Kinktober being over doesn't mean you can't ask for kinky asks lol. It just means you aren't limited to a specific list of prompts.

Also, I went with Ren/Akira x Loki here just for some fun. Hope ya don't mind <3

CW: Size difference, monsterfucking, a fair amount of cum, more than usual. Also I don't think it's ENTIRELY dubcon, but it def falls near that territory a lil, so be warned.

Loki was massive for a persona. At least double Akechi's height, with a set of crimson fangs revealed in a wolfish grin and a black-and-white body pattern that was dizzying to look at. Plus, to add to his already intimidating height, the creature had a pair of striped horns jutting out of his head. He was nightmarish to look at.

But, at the moment, Akira was more concerned about the inch-long claws Loki was ghosting over his body. Akira guessed to find his weakest spot since the persona didn't seem to have eyes. All while pinning his back to the grimy, concrete floor of mementos.       "Are you going to kill me?" Akira muttered to the creature while keeping an eye on the massive hand that explored him and shredded his clothes with ease.

This wasn't Akira's first fight with Akechi's odder monster. They'd already fought once on Shido's ship. This time, though, was the first time Loki showed an odd curiosity for him. An interest that didn't seem strictly malicious, to boot.

In their first meeting, Loki had done everything in his power to kill the dark-haired phantom thief. This time, though. Despite chasing Akira through the mildew-scented halls of Mementos like a wolf after a lamb. The towering persona now handled him with uncharacteristic gentleness. Only using enough force to keep Akira trapped under one of his taloned hands on the cold concrete floor. And only pressing his claws into him enough to shred his clothes as well as leave light scratches along his skin. He wasn't aiming to gut him or peel his skin from his bones.         "Loki?" He asked again, eyeing his hand as it drifted lower over his pants. Yet, the only answer he got was a low chuckle.

Instead of getting an explanation, Akira was left to figure it out for himself. Which, wasn't hard to do after Loki pulled his shredded pants off to leave him in only his thin boxers.         "L-Loki?! What the fuck are you doing?" Akira asked. Trying to push himself into a sitting position despite the hand on his chest. But, the persona only applied a little bit more pressure to keep him where he was. At his mercy. With no hope to hide or escape.

That thought shouldn't be as hot as it is...

Despite that logical thought. Akira's member couldn't help but twitch in some twisted hope. A hope that was fed when Loki slid a pad of his finger from his knee, along his inner thigh, to his groin. Where the persona ground his palm into him and chuckled at the way Akira humped into his hand a bit. Oh god, I'm acting like a whore. The thief thought as his cheeks flared a dark red. Yet, it didn't stop him from humming and moaning under Loki's careful touch.

When the persona finally got his boxers off, his member was throbbing and his skin zipped with need. Which earned another low chuckle from Loki before the creature lowered his head. opening his fang-filled jaws to let his long, black tongue slither out and wrap around Akira's eager member.

In response to the sudden, slick warmth coiling around to stroke his dick, the thief once again began to squirm against the hand that still pinned him. Biting back more moans and whines under the assault of mind-numbing lust. All while the creature stroked him. Thoroughly coating his member in saliva before the prehensile appendage unwound to slide lower.           "H-hey!" Akira yelped. Instinctively trying to worm away from the tongue pressing into the thief's hole. Not stopping until he had completely stretched the thief and left no inch of his walls untouched.

Especially not his prostate. Once Loki had located the specific spot that made Akira squeeze down on the thick muscle buried in him, the uncanny persona wasted no time in abusing it. Trying to force out as many needy or surprised moans as possible. Resulting in Akira almost painting himself with warm, sticky cum.

But, before he got that carried away in the heated euphoria the persona was maybe wickedly sending through him, Loki retracted his tongue. Leaving the dark-haired phantom thief dizzy with a restless need crawling over him.

God...what is wrong with me? Why am I so into this? Akira asked himself while he lay on the cold concrete. Shivering and panting while he tried to wait out the desire swirling around in his body like a hurricane. At the same time, Loki rolled the dazed phantom thief into his palm. That way he could pick him up and press Akira's back to his chest.

The new position gave Akira a good look at the thing that the persona seemed to have the ability to manifest at will. It was easily a foot long, and thick on top of that.         "Hey, h-hold on." The red-faced thief panted, "That...that thing's not going to fit inside me if that's your plan." His complaint went unheeded. All the persona did was situate his hand so he could hold Akira without cutting him too bad. Using his free hand to hold the thief's leg so he couldn't squirm while straddling his warm cock.

The tall creature purred at the noticeable difference in size between them. Though he could've also been pleased with the sight of his precum dripping down onto the leg he left to dangle. And, while shameful to admit, Akira couldn't stop himself from shuddering and throbbing in the same anticipation.

Akira hadn't taken himself as much of a monster fucker. No other persona had caused such a strong heat to bubble up in his loins. Yet, he couldn't seem to help himself reaching out and running his hands up Loki's impressive length. Spreading the drops of thick precum that leaked from the tip of the throbbing member. Not that the fluid would be a proper lubricant, but it would have to do. Since the dark-haired eighteen-year-old didn't think Loki could manifest lube.

Plus, Loki seemed to enjoy Akira's hands on him. judging from the odd noises Akira could feel rumbling against his back and the extra precum that trickled out of his cock. Though, whatever pleasure the thief's actions gave off didn't seem to be enough. because after only a few moments Loki was lifting him up again. Keeping Akira's back to his chest while he slid him up until he was above the tip of the creature's cock.           "Oh god, please don't expect me to take all of that..." Akira muttered, trying to crane his neck to see the demonic creature's face as he spoke. but his attempt got cut short when Loki pushed him down onto his member. Purring again at the startled yelp the move got.

The feeling was maddening. Akira could feel himself stretching. No part of his hole left untouched until his body could take no more. Once that point had been reached, and Akira's conflicted whines of pained pleasure had subsided to whimpers, Loki lifted him up again to push him back down. Going slow, and squeezing the thief's shaking thigh as he used him like a fleshlight.

Thankfully, the creature seemed aware of the fact that Akira couldn't take him to the base. So he didn't force him to take his entire length. But, when the ebony-haired thief's noises became more obvious moans, their size difference didn't seem to cross the creature's mind. He just let his thigh go in favor of planting that hand on the concrete.           "Ngh- No, h-hold on..." Akira breathed, having enough experience with Akechi to guess the creature's plan. Yet, like his complaint about the size of his cock, Loki ignored him in favor of finding a rougher pace. Meanwhile, all Akira could do was yelp and claw into the persona's hand, muttering curses as his body jolted under the quicker pace. Drowned in body-shaking pleasure laced with pain.

Getting stuffed to the top with each thrust stung like a bitch and surely bruised the dark-haired phantom thief inside and out. Yet, in that same breath. Loki's thrusts also washed Akira in pleasure so hot that his thoughts turned to smoke. Leaving the smaller male at the mercy of the creature that was intent on breaking him. Giving pleased hums and purrs each time Akira's body jolted in his hand from the rough, quick force of his thrusts, or the thief squeezed around his cock.

Akira, meanwhile, only whimpered and moaned. Devolving into a mess under the assault of pleasure that shot through him like lightning. Driving him closer and closer to release until he was finally sent over the edge in a sudden blinding flash of euphoria.

Loki, though, kept humping into him. Shamelessly using the phantom thief as a toy. Until the shock of burning heat pouring into him yanked Akira out of the mindless bliss and made him yelp. But, Loki staunched his thoughtless attempts to squirm free by tightening his hold on the smaller male a little bit. Though even that slight pressure on Akira's midsection made the persona's thick load leak down his thighs.

It would be hell walking out of Mementos, but for now...Akira only melted into Loki's hand like hot butter.