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callmearcturus · 3 months

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The Video Gaming Major Arcana

The latest patron episode of Into The Aether/@intothecast asked the boys to decide a video game for every Major Arcana card. They ran out of time on it and only got 2/3s thru

my ass was like "Challenge Accepted"

0 - The Fool - Dragon Quest (The Fool is infinite potential and is at the start of a long journey. DQ as a series is a long-running, is a bedrock of the medium, and has done its own takes on everything from pokemon to minecraft, and it either did it first or did it better.)

1 - The Magician - Metroid and Zelda (The Magician is the first person the Fool meets and is a guide for the journey. The Magician is associated strongly with teaching and with tools. Metroid and Zelda both are foundational works and they revolve around gating player process through tools.)

2 - The High Priestess - FEZ (The High Priestess is another guide, but sits before the veil, keeping guard over arcane, hidden knowledge and deciding when to share the secrets of the universe. FEZ is one of the Big Games that hide under layers and layers of mystery.)

3 - The Empress - Stardew Valley (The Empress presides over growth and cultivation of her kingdom, sitting in a field with wheat in hand. SDV is chiefly about taking care of your own domain, the farm and the wider village.)

4 - The Emperor - Civilization (The Emperor is the firm hand of government and can be an important navigator in chaos but also is angered by lack of obedience and losing control. Civ is all about steering every aspect of a nation and protecting it viciously.)

5 - The Hierophant - Pokemon (The Hierophant is a cultural, societal leader that gains power from people who believe similarly but subsequently is very set in their ways. Pokemon is a huge phenomenon that unites people of all ages, but also struggles heavily with innovation and progress.)

6 - The Lovers - Journey (The Lovers aren't necessarily smoochy-smoochy, but represent a Decision, joining hands with another person and striding into the future together. It's Journey. If you know, you know.)

7 - The Chariot - Bethesda's Catalog (The Chariot is a tumultuous, potent card. They hold onto the reins of powerful beasts and drive forward, blazing a new path. But if they lose grip, everything goes to hell. Bethesda's works tend to have this incredible ambition to them, and when they hit, they HIT, but when they miss, it's dramatic.)

8 - Justice - Dark Souls (Justice is the system and its enforcement of its rules, whether they feel fair or arbitrary. I feel DS fits it well-- it relentlessly follows its own rules and is firm in them, which can either draw players in or seem cruel and unwelcoming.)

9 - The Hermit - Immortality (The Hermit is a wise person who gained specialized knowledge but through great personal sacrifice. They find it difficult to share their knowledge because they essentially traded that ability to communicate easily for the wisdom. Immortality has some deeply complicated concepts to communicate, but its methods and the basic mechanics it uses are to some people impossible to understand.)

10 - (Wheel of) Fortune - Spelunky (Fortune is the card of pure luck and the whims of fate and how you survive being caught in its spokes. Spelunky is a pure Rogue-like as opposed to a Rogue-lite and there is no knowing what the procgen will give you.)

11 - Strength - Undertale (Strength is specifically about emotional control and fortitude. It's not about slaying the lion, but holding it, keeping it from lashing out. Undertale is a game that asks the player to endure emotional struggles both against the mechanics and against their own inclinations.)

12 - The Hanged Man - Signalis (OH BOY ITS MY FAVE CARD. The thing about the Hanged Man is that it's a test, a gamble, a deal. The Hanged Man is not hung from the neck, this is not an execution, they are inverted. They choose to be inverted in the hopes of gaining some Insight into the universe, but in doing so risk madness or obsession or doom. Signalis is both a game about a protagonist going through this and also a game that will put the player through this if they aren't careful.)

13 - The Nameless Arcana - Braid (I'm not even personally a fan of Braid, but I believe it is one of the handful of Original Indie Games. The very existence and popularity of Braid and its contemporaries showed that games outside the big studios could hit big. Braid (or Cave Story for the PC crowd) altered the landscape.

14 - Temperance - Yakuza (Temperance is the melding of disparate elements that should not go together into something grand and new, and maintaining that balance. Yakuza manages to be genuine and profound not in spite of its strange mixture of tones and mechanics but because of them.)

15 - The Devil - Genshin Impact (I don't feel the need to elaborate on this one.)

16 - The Tower - Shenmue (The Tower is total upheaval and where it all comes crashing down, where ambition crumbles and brings an institution down with it. Shenmue is not solely to blame for the failure of the Dreamcast and Sega's exit from the console arena, but it contributed to it and is emblematic of that seachange.)

17 - The Star - Mass Effect (The Star is a beacon in the darkness, a distant light that indicates not so much a goal, but that the journey will continue. Mass Effect is a landmark title that maybe didn't execute on half the things it tried, strangled by its own scope, but it still showed what games could do, broadening the possibility space. It is hope for greater experiences and art.)

18 - The Moon - Metal Gear (The Moon illuminates the path through the darkness, but creates illusions in the reflections, demanding the querent move forward with care or they will go astray, go mad. Is Metal Gear really deep? Is it the closest triple-A games get to arthouse? Does it have meaning? Or is it a mess? Is it too Problematique to justify it's big ideas? Is it all just really, really stupid? Or is it genius?)

19 - The Sun - Tetris Effect (The Sun comes at the end of a long, arduous journey. It is the sigh of relief, the tears of release, the light to finally see how far you've come. Tetris Effect is the latest iteration of one of the oldest formulas ever, and it's brilliant and celebratory and invites everyone to take part in its joy.)

20 - Judgement - Pathologic (Judgement is all-seeing and all-knowing, the final tally and the reckoning. So is Pathologic. Few experiences demand so much from the player, and few games are so brutally honest in answering the player's decisions. In Pathologic, you will get what you deserve.)

21 - The World - The Outer Wilds (The beginning is the end is the beginning. Completion and totality and holistic understanding of Everything. It's gotta be Outer Wilds.)

#arc plays games

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weirdly-specific-but-ok · 4 months

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pt II our flag means death but I've never watched it

HELLO OFMD FANDOM! It's the Good Omens Mascot and Resident Dumbass, back again for part II. First, let's clear the air of all controversy!

Some of you lovely maggots were kind enough to warn me about certain discourse about a salad spoon and also about a certain gentleman named Izzy. I was warned not to make assumptions and not to take sides, and I hear some members had to leave the fandom for a while because it got toxic. Maggots. All the rest of you. Worry not about me. I'm here to unite the OFMD fandom! How, you ask? By being so undeniably stupid in my own opinions that you all will have to unite to disagree with me. You underestimate the power of my dumbassery. Well, let's not dilly dally and dawdle, here's the updated summary:

I have been informed there is cannibalism on this ship but it is not real. Someone pretends to eat someone and then their wife helps them fake their death while they run away from the ship though their lover wanted them to run to China.

There are BDSM lesbians, which is honestly such a slay, Pinterest has let me down by not informing me of that when I made Part I. I will no longer be using Pinterest a reliable source in future academic essays.

Mermaid Stede performs necromancy while a song called Kate Bush plays (I don't know who this is, a politician? Idk whether of US or UK).

Gravy Basket is a destination and Buttons is a sea witch and there is educational stabbing. Buttons is then a bird because of the BDSM lesbians.

There is a lady who is extremely beautiful and intimidating and powerful and she has twenty husbands and I assumed incorrectly that you were all talking about a Jack Russel terrier.

Let's start with the controversy! Izzy. Secondary protagonist or antagonist? Good or bad? Kindly father figure or homoerotically charged friend? Necessary death or not? No no no. Behold:

I present a new question, a hot take sizzling from the pan: Did Izzy really exist?

Personally, I firmly believe that no, he did not. I believe that the rum on the ship was spiked with hallucinogens.

Izzy was simply the manifestation of Ed's Freudian subconscious, taking the shape of a human being, vaguely resembling a humanoid potato Ed was forced to boil as a kid. I was a psychology student with a final grade of 99% and I accept only destructive criticism on my posts thank you. Feel free to discuss whether he boiled the potato in a fit of rage or whether he was forced to.

There are assorted Ned's, Mary's and an uncertain number of Jeff's on ship.

One of the Jeff's is an accountant, and there is a nonbinary talking sword named Jim. Actually I'm not sure if they talk.

Love you all, rooting for the show to be renewed.

REMINDERS. Be polite to each other in the reblogs, on tumblr reblogs spread posts and not likes (which don't do anything for visibility) unlike other social media sites, but MOST IMPORTANTLY.

I ACCEPT ONLY DESTRUCTIVE CRITICISM, THIS BLOG IS A GODLESS, LAWLESS LAND, AND ALL RAGE AT EACH OTHER MUST BE REDIRECTED AT ME. UNDERSTOOD? YAY.

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hotvintagepoll · 2 months

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Propaganda

Gloria Swanson (Don't Change Your Husband, Queen Kelly, Sadie Thompson, Sunset Boulevard)—the absolute BALLS this woman had! an icon of the 1920s, her career had simmered down, decent living in radio, deciding you know what? you know what i'll do? I'll star as the haggard old aging decrepit horror icon in Sunset Boulevard, that's what I'll do. Nobody else in Hollywood would take the part (every other actress didn't want to be framed as a has-been)—gloria said, fuck that, I'll eat this role alive and serve cunt the whole time. she was still so gorgeous when they made Sunset Boulevard they had to intentionally make her up/costume her to make her look older than she was. mad respect for the screen legend who says yeah, i am a screen legend, i was always that bitch and here I am again to prove it

Mary Nolan (West of Zanzibar, Desert Nights)—mary nolan had star quality in spades but her career was sadly plagued by tragedy and scandal (though really a lot of what was characterized as "scandal" by the press was more like "men being physically abusive"). she reinvented her career multiple times, first becoming very popular as a ziegfeld girl in the early 1920s under the stage name imogene "bubbles" wilson (said a columnist of the time, "only two people in America would bring every reporter in New York to the docks to see them off. one is the President. the other is Imogene "Bubbles" Wilson.") but after some shit involving a shitty dude got her fired from the follies for negative media attention she went to europe and made films in germany under the name imogene robertson for a few years. in 1927 she accepted the offer of a contract from united artists and returned to the u.s., taking on the stage name mary nolan. she was received favorably in films like west of zanzibar as lon chaney's daughter, and desert nights opposite john gilbert, but she began having difficulty finding work in the early 30s, having at that point acquired a morphine addiction, and she made her final film appearance in 1933, intermittently working in vaudeville and nightclubs. uh well this propaganda ended up super sad but here's a short clip of her in action in a 1930 movie

This is round 2 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman. (remember that our poll era starts in 1910, so please don't use propaganda from before that date.)

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]

Gloria Swanson:

She was THE idea of a 1920s sex comedy star, and was a hot (and totally unhinged) older woman in Sunset Boulevard. Hot as a young woman and as an older woman? Yes plz

I feel like she would slay in alternative fashion

her performance as Norma Desmond in sunset boulevard makes me insane. I love her

Mary Nolan:

Shockingly modern style of acting! She could pop up today and be a starlette all over again

#mary nolan #gloria swanson #hotvintagepoll #fuck that old woman #ladies 2

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siren-serenity · 2 months

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a bouquet and scored dates

A bouquet of flowers is a surefire way to score a date with your crush. Seeing it go viral on Magicam immediately made Cater jump in on it too! Who wouldn't want to take this opportunity to blow up their account? And if Cater managed to score a date to the Unbirthday party too, then that's a lovely bonus.

characters: cater diamond, gn!reader, grim cameos!! warnings: fluff, tiny bit of angst and self-hate a/n: - i feel so bleh for not writing for slow long so here you go!! a small cater diamond x reader fic bc i love my husband 😍😍😍 - @ceruleancattail, this is also for you!! united by our love for cay-cay, who slay-slays hehe - feedback is appreciated!

A knock against the old, rickety door of Ramshackle made you blink your eyes wearily. Grim leaped off your stomach, walking around the wooden floors before yawning.

"Who disturbed the great Grim's nap?" He yowled out, obviously annoyed. "Come on, I was having such a nice sleep!"

You sat up, rubbing your eyes. "Mhmm...tell me about it."

The knock came again, this time more urgent. There was almost a playful pattern to it, a rhythmic beat building into a melody of taps and raps.

"Coming!" You yelled, sliding across the floors (and proceeding to trip over an uneven wooden board, making one of the three ghosts giggle at you) before landing in front of the door. You swung it open and a grin crawled onto your face. "Cay-Cay!"

The orange-haired student smiled sweetly before winking at you. "It's your favorite junior, Cay-Cay! Good morning, Y/N."

Leaning against the doorframe, you tilted your head. "It's always nice to see you in the morning, but whatcha here for? Classes don't start for another hour..."

You trailed off as a beautiful bouquet came into view. Cater blushed as your scrutinising glance shifted from the gorgeous array of flowers to his face. He fought the urge to hide his face behind the flowers and took a deep breath in. Hopefully, he won't butcher it up! He spent hours on making it perfect all by himself.

(Riddle and Trey let out a sneeze simultaneously before returning to their business.)

...But of course, when did things go to plan?

"So I saw this one Magicam trend online and was like 'OMG those flowers look so adorbs! So I decided to make a couple to follow the trend and wow, I blew up!! The flowers look so beautiful on pictures that people went crazy liking them and I got over a thousand likes in the first hour! So, realizing my talent, I was like 'hey, Y/N likes flowers right?" So I went in the botanic garden, BTW Leona says hi and warns you to never get anywhere near Savanaclaw or the guys will rip you up from limb to limb. IDK but anyways! I got some flowers, put a bit of tender, love, and care, and voila!"

Cater held out the flowers as an explanation. He internally frowned at the ramble he had spoken rather than the touching, sentimental paragraph he planned on reciting. But when your fingers brushed against his to grasp onto the bouquet, his mind blanked out.

Soft...your hands were so gentle against his. A soft breeze caressing a petal.

You took them and held them up to your nose to inhale its sweet scent. It wasn't overpowering, thankfully; It was the right blend of fresh wilderness and soft, subtle floral scents.

"This is...Cater, I'm lost for words," You breathed out.

He gulped and his heart stuttered at the joy in your eyes and your smile. He knew being magicless in a world like his was no easy feat. It was even harder to ignore when every lesson involved the use of magic one way or another; Being surrounded by mages day-by-day would have caused him to go insane if he were you. But, you simply stride onwards. He admired your persistence and optimistic approach to life and it was what had drawn him to you in the first place. Being able to put a smile onto your face made him yearn for an eternity to do that for you, right by your side.

Realizing he hadn't spoken in a while, he cleared his throat.

"Riddle's hosting an Unbirthday party tomorrow."

You raised your gaze from the bouquet to meet his, (E/C) eyes against emerald ones. Cater fiddled with the buttons of his dorm uniform.

It was now or never!

"Would you like to attend with me?"

You laughed and nodded. "Of course I do! I'll go and tell Grim about the party-"

"-I meant with me. As my date," Cater blurted out. His face must be as red as his vest because his cheeks felt as if they were set aflame. "Would you like to attend the Unbirthday party tomorrow as my date?"

"Oh Cater..."

He closed his eyes and tightened his fists involuntarily. He opened his mouth, ready to put a fake (fake feelings, fake friends, mask on his face as usual-) before he felt the softest of kisses against his cheeks.

His eyes shot open as Cater stared at you, faintly registering the close proximity between you and him. The bouquet paper crinkled against his uniform but it seemed that neither of you paid any attention to it.

"I would love too," You smiled softly. "Tell me how you'd like to match? I know you love coordinate couple outfits on Magicam."

Yet another reason why he loved liked you.

"Yeah," He breathed out. "Yeah, yeah I'm going to go do that."

You leaned back and he yearned for your presence again, like a plant bending to the whims of sunlight. It was simply intoxicating.

"See you in class, Cay-Cay," You winked. The bouquet remained clutched in his hands and he was forever grateful for that silly Magicam trend.

He blew you a playful kiss, elation in his veins and joy in every corner of his smile. "Can't wait!!"

Cater skipped all the way back to Heartslabyul, too busy planning your and his outfits to notice the odd glances cast his way.

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst #cater diamond #cater diamond x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #x reader #cater x reader #heartslabyul

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lilislegacy · 2 months

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do you think percy and annabeths kids would ever have to put up with big expectations from the kids at chb and the gods who have heard of and seen the things that their parents have done? i can totally see chiron unintentionally pressuring them by comparing them to percy and annabeth all the time. and kids at chb staring at them every time a campfire story or song about them did. everyone always talk about the fluff side of it, but I want to hear your opinion on the angst side of it.

thanks for the ask @helpallthenamesaretakenblog!

yes, i think they do in some ways, but i think it goes way deeper than that

the thing is, unlike at camp jupiter, kids of demigods aren’t really a thing at camp half blood. i think that’s something that changes after the camps become friendly, but i still think it takes a long time for greeks to actually send their kids there. the reason being at camp jupiter, demigods (parents) actually live nearby, in new rome, and their kids just have to serve their time, train in a unit, and then they get to go to college and stuff. but at camp half blood, you are sending your child off to train as an individual warrior and potentially be sent on a deadly quest. camp half blood is brutal, even though it may appear as the more juvenile setting of the two camps.

i also think the romans have way more kids, given they are way less likely to die. they get to comfortably settle down in new rome. personally, i think greek demigods having kids is rare. even if they live long enough, they don’t want to bring kids into the world, risking them attracting monsters. which is why i think percy and annabeth wanting children - and wanting them so badly, even at the height of being miserable teenage demigods - is so beautiful and incredible. it’s such a beautiful bright light of hope in all the darkness of the demigod world (which is why it makes me sad when people think they won’t want children 😭). i don’t think most of their friends will have kids, tbh. so percy and annabeth’s kids would probably be amongst only a handful of other legacies.

there’s also the matter of where do they go? are there special cabins for legacies? or do they go to their grandparents’s cabin? and if so, if they have two godly grandparents, how is it decided which one they go to? either way, they are gonna feel like they don’t fit in at first.

even though percy and annabeth are famous demigods, i still think their kids’ presence at camp half blood would result in many campers who are like “why are they here? they’re not even kids of gods.” so i think they would need to really prove themselves. and once they do prove themselves worthy of being trained alongside demigods (cause you know they will) THEN there’s gonna be that expectation of “are they as good as their parents?”

and the thing is, no, they won’t be as powerful as percy. and no, they won’t be as intelligent as annabeth. but the combination of being raised by percy and annabeth + having water powers + being intelligent + being amazing fighters, will make them incredible. they will probably even be better than many demigods. not necessarily in raw power (though even if they’re half as powerful as percy, that’s more powerful than most demigods) but simply by being extremely well rounded.

and yes, there will probably be a lot of instances where people won’t leave them alone because they just want stories of their parents, but tbh, i think their kids only know some stuff. i think there will be more instances of them hearing stories about their parents from other people. like someone going “is it true that your dad slayed a giant with the head of a statue” and their kids being like “uhh idk, did he?” like the campfire stories about them bit you mentioned, i think most of the time everyone would be staring the kids, in awe of their parents, but the kids would also be like “damn that’s crazy. i can’t believe mom and dad did that. i gotta ask them for details.” 😂

and chiron will absolutely be very tough on them. he’s not gonna go easy on them. at all. but it’s not because he expects them to be their parents. it’s because he cares for them, and he knows percy and annabeth raised them to have great strength and perseverance. (and percy and annabeth definitely will tell chiron “do not go easy on them.”they want their kids to know how to fucking survive).

it’s not gonna be easy, but they will be extraordinary. i personally think percy and annabeth would have 3-4 kids, and they are all gonna be witty and smart and extremely talented warriors, but they are also all gonna be different from each other. i like to think they have a lot of their parents in them, but they also are their own people. i think it’s gonna take a minute for them to feel like they belong at camp, especially the oldest, but like their parents, they will find a way and they will be incredible.

anyway, sorry i rambled there. maybe i’ll make a more organized post about this one day. but those are my immediate thoughts

#answered ask #percy jackson #annabeth chase #percabeth #pjo #heroes of olympus

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whxre-bxby · 1 year

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"We'll Teach You Some Manners" 4

It's here! The final part of this short series. I will write more Mansk/Quaritch smut after this, but this is the end of "We'll Teach You Some Manners".

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Masterlist

WARNINGS: SMUT, Angst, some actual fluff (holy shit), double penetration (I slayed) ass/vagina, yk yk. throat grabbing, foul language, degradation, crying, MANHANDLINGGG YES!

Words count: 9338

We returned to the recom-teams base and I was put back into my room. Sure, I now knew that neither Mansk nor Quaritch wanted to hurt me. But I was still stuck there.

I continued to feel homesick.

Another week had gone by and I was still kept in the same room, which only had one table in it. I was escorted by people wearing white coats and I once saw an Avatar soldier walk past me in the hallway.

I hadn’t seen Quaritch or Mansk since the incident happened. Surprisingly, it made me upset. I remembered everything and while they were bringing me back to the aircraft, I felt as though they really cared about me.

I was held, helped up and taken care of by them. Until we reached their housing unit. Once the helicopter landed, all 3 of us got out and I was immediately pushed away and brought back into my room by humans in military uniform. I looked over my shoulder at Mansk and Quaritch, wondering why I was suddenly being treated like this again. They watched me being taken away with completely neutral facial expressions.

I felt used and betrayed. I also couldn’t understand why they did that. Maybe they just used me to get rid of some steam.

If they used me then I would expect that they did it for their mission. But having a threesome in the middle of the forest had nothing to do with Jake. So it couldn’t be that.

But if they did it for their own amusement or whatever, then why did they pretend to care about me afterwards? I didn’t want them to fall in love with me. But what they were doing was cruel.

I was woken up early this morning and had people run more tests on me. I started to give up on ever leaving this place.

They were taking more blood samples from me and I saw natural daylight at the end of the hallway. I was thinking about running for it. I could attempt it. The chance of me actually even making it to an exit and outside was so low but I straightened my posture, not looking away from the light.

I started to count down in my head and took a few deep breaths but it seems as though a few soldiers noticed and I was held down again. I wasn’t very discreet about it anyway.

“Seems like she still has her spirit.” One said to the other.

“Let’s put it to the test.” Another soldier said. She seemed to have some authority because she was standing on the side, holding a cup of coffee and just watching.

I was dragged away from the lab again and put into a new room. The door closed behind me with a thud and the room was dimly lit with blue light. It looked like my empty room, except that there was no table in the middle.

There were lights on the walls that would flicker and move. I stayed still, waiting for anything to happen.

Standing in the centre of this chilly room, I held my arms together and felt something attached to my skin. It was a type of chip. I heard someone say it would measure my heartbeat.

Suddenly, I started hearing noises from one corner of the room. It sounded like the forest outside. I heard the animals of Pandora. Out of instinct, I walked to the corner and once I reached it, the noise switched off and played in a different corner, louder this time.

This went on for about 15 minutes. They switched the noises from the forest to people speaking Na’vi, to an agonizing soundwave.

The soundwave made me lose my mind and I was on the floor, holding my ears. My vision started going blurry and I was suddenly back in my room.

Was that some kind of psychological intelligence test? If so, I never wanted to do it again. I had enough of this place. I felt helpless but still so frustrated and the anger was just building up and growing. I sat on my metal bed and hugged my knees, leaning my chin on them and staring into nothingness for what seemed like hours.

I had a feeling that it was coming up to evening. Occasionally I would hear talking and some other noises outside the door. Finally, I was getting tired and I started to drift off until I heard a beep and the door opened. My head shot up and I thought I was dreaming, but it was all real. My hair was in my face and I huffed it to the side, watching the empty open door.

Was no one coming inside?

Then I heard faint mumbling as if someone were discussing something. I decided to get up and see what was going on. Maybe this was my perfect chance to escape.

Just as I let my feet touch the cold tile ground, I saw a silhouette of a tall Na’vi and just then, Quaritch walked in.

I froze and watched him. He didn’t say anything, only started walking towards me and outstretched an arm. Yeah right, like I was going anywhere with him after that.

I jumped off the table and took a few steps back, keeping a distance from him. His neutral face shifted into an annoyed expression. He was trying to help you and you were making this difficult again.

“Cut it out and come ‘ere.” he whisper-shouted at me.

“Absolutely not.” I say but I was too tired to run from him, I just decided against moving towards him.

Miles growled at me, looking very much annoyed. “I’m trying to help you.” he snarled.

I look up at him. How?

Then again, it was weird that he was here so late at night. He was looking around and constantly paying attention to small noises. Almost as if he were here in secret and not wanting others to know.

What the hell was he doing? He’s the Colonel, why would he need to hide things? While there was something I didn’t understand about this situation, I didn’t trust him.

He was getting fed up and stomped over to me with three wide steps which would have been at least six of mine. He grabbed me by my arm and tugged me with him. I was too tired to fight him so I just let my legs walk forwards.

Once we exit the room I flinched and squeaked a little at the large figure right outside the corner of my room. Miles immediately turned to me and was ready to clasp his hand over my mouth but I luckily shut up quickly.

“Quiet.” He hissed in a whisper tone and turned around, looking into the empty hallway. The hallway was dimly lit by the emergency exit lights.

I stare up at the figure which I recognise as Mansk. He seemed to be guarding the door while Quarich was inside. The men were in their tank tops and pants only, with no vests or backpacks. But Mansk had a large gun around his body, both of his hands steadily resting on it.

He finally isn’t wearing his sunglasses and I get to see his whole face. He looked much more intimidating with them on. His facial features were similar to Miles’. Not just because they were both Na’vi, but because they had similar head shapes and cheekbones etc. Just that Mansk’s face seemed a little softer.

He noticed my stare and looked down, sending me a smirk before returning his attention to his Colonel, who hand signalled him something. Mansk took hold of my arm and pulled me after him. His grip was softer too.

I wanted to melt into his touch but I was still angry at them. Angry at how they used me and how they left me alone.

Miles was walking at the front, carefully stepping on the floor to not make noise with the heavy boots both soldiers were wearing. Mansk was sneaking behind him, making sure I was keeping up as well while staying quiet.

“What are you doing?” I whisper yell at Mansk. His ears immediately strain back and he shushes me, squeezing my arm as a warning.

We kept walking until Miles froze and we stopped right behind him. At the end of the hallway, which was still quite far away, a light had turned on and suddenly someone’s footsteps could be heard.

Quaritch signed something to Mansk and pressed himself against a wall, behind a little closet or refrigerator, growing some odd plants. Odd for Pandora even. I had never seen them before.

Mansk quickly mirrored his actions and pushed me against the plain wall with him. His and Miles’ heads were turned to the end of the hallway, watching and listening while I was being held against the hard wall with one of Mansk’s outstretched arms. He was keeping me in place, with his hand splayed out on my chest. Mainly collarbones, but very close to my breasts.

I glared at him, wanting to let him know that he was treading on thin ice here, but he wasn’t paying attention. I felt him rearrange his fingers a little, but he kept me held against the wall. Maybe he did notice, he just wasn’t showing it. He kept his gaze fixed away from me and to the entrance of the hallway. The footsteps got louder and I glanced at Miles who was pressed against the opposite wall, trying to make himself as flat as possible.

A person in a white lab coat and a notepad walked past the doorway, followed by another person in military attire. Mansk held his breath and kept his firm grip on me, all three of us staying completely still. Luckily they were just walking past and hadn’t seen us or even looked into the hallway we were in.

Quaritch sighed in relief and Mansk let his hand fall from my chest. His previous grip had held me so tightly against the wall that I was subconsciously relying on it to stand. Once he removed it without any warning, I lost balance. I stumbled forward a little and my foot got caught in a trolly full of samples, trays, glasses, and medicine bottles.

Mansk reacted quickly and his hands stretched out to catch me before I fell. But that didn’t stop the metal cart thing from slowly tipping to the side, balancing on only two of its four wheels. Quaritch saw what was happening and swiftly moved towards us.

The scene seemed to be playing in slow motion. All three of us could only watch in horror as the cart started to fall to one side and the things on top and inside started to fall out. Within one second, it crashed down, the trolly falling on its side. Everything that fell from it clattered on the ground, smashed into anything it came in contact with and shattered into pieces.

Quaritch whisper yelled a curse and started frantically looking around. The noise was so loud it startled me. Mansk flinched at the horrible sound and looked back to the entrance. The footsteps vanished for a second before suddenly returning faster. They were also not walking away anymore, but they were getting closer. One of the people called out something but I froze and didn’t listen to the words. I couldn’t move a muscle. I felt like a deer in headlights and I stared wide-eyed at the mess I had created. Mansk had pulled me back to my feet and had both his hands under my arms. He was looking at Quaritch for answers.

The person in the lab coat and the person in camouflage clothes were making their way back to the hallway they had just past. The noise caught their attention and they wanted to make sure everything was okay. Perhaps one of their coworkers had been hurt. Or maybe someone was doing something they shouldn’t be. They had to find out. Both of them were aware that most people had gone to bed and that no one should be in these quarters of the facility at this time.

They picked up their speed, both workers now jogging to the entrance they passed before. Once they arrived they noticed the fallen-over cart, a few samples and bottles still rolling away until they hit the other wall. Looking around, they noticed that the hallway was empty.

The two of them exchanged confused looks and the person in military attire reached for her gun, holding it close to her chest as they both quietly made their way through the corridor, calling out whether someone is there.

Miles had run a few feet away from the crime scene and flung open a door to which Mansk quickly dragged me inside. My legs weren’t working but it didn’t matter, he had scooped me up with ease. Quaritch firmly closed it and stood against the wall by the door, holding his own gun. The room was completely dark. There was a small slot with a window in the door and Miles had his head turned to it, watching out for any movements.

Mansk returned me to the ground and pressed my back against him, one of his arms holding my waist and the other firmly clasped over my mouth. I felt his tail wrap around my left leg and he leaned down, caging me into him. I held onto his arm and watched the door with wide eyes. My heavy breathing was muffled by Mansk and we all fell silent. I felt my heart beating or more like thudding against my chest and I was sure that Mansk could feel it too.

The people outside were getting closer and stopped next to the trolly. Mansk and Quaritch exchanged glances in the mild dark before listening again. After two minutes of the two workers cleaning up and putting things back in their place, they opened a door but luckily not ours. After that one of them shrugged and they left. We stayed silent until they had completely vanished so that not even their footsteps could be heard.

Quaritch let his head fall back against the wall and let out a breath he seemed to be holding in for a while. Mansk sighed as well, his shoulders relaxing a little in relief. I stayed still because I knew it was my fault for causing the noise. Then again, it was their fault for taking me out of my room. It was their fault for making me feel weaker than usual and it was their fault for capturing me in the first place. And like I said before, I wasn’t here to make things easy for them.

Quaritch then raised his hand and closed the slot on the door, so that any light was gone. The room was pitch black and I stayed frozen. Mansk let go of me and I felt weird. I couldn’t see or hear them for a few seconds but I knew both of them were there.

Then someone flicked a switch and the light turned on. It was an odd-looking lightbulb and it was bright as shit. Quaritch angled the lamp away from us, making it shine into the corner. He glared down at me and I heard Mansk huff behind me. This situation felt oddly familiar. The positioning of us as well.

I looked away, feeling like a kid in trouble. Even though I knew I wasn’t really the one to blame, I still felt some type of guilt. Then again, I was ready to defend myself if they would start arguing with me. But their presence was still intimidating to me. It made me feel a certain way again.

“What the hell was that?!” Miles snarled at me. My eyes shot up to his and I turned my gaze into a frown.

“It was an accident.” I returned in an angry tone. I couldn’t believe they were angry at me for creating some minor inconvenience when they had literally taken me from my home. That was more than an inconvenience to me.

“You almost had us caught.” he returned in my tone, taking a step forward and leaning down to me.

“It’s not my fault.” I spit my words at him. “I don’t even know what’s going on.”

“We were going to help you.” he said, motioning at Mansk. I looked back at him and watched him give a firm nod, his hand resting on his gun again.

“Help me?” I asked both of them. “How.” It didn’t seem believable. Miles scoffed and stood up straight again.

“We wanted to take ya’ some place nicer than 'ere.” Mansk replied and I stared up at him, my mouth parted a little. They have got to be joking.

“We felt bad, after… ya' know… so we found and well, made a place that looked a bit more like… home, to you.” Manks continued talking, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. He didn’t seem annoyed at all. He looked a little, nervous? Unsure? Yeah, unsure.

But I was still angry. “I don’t want to go anywhere nicer.” I say, snarling at Mansk who flattened his ears back. Quaritch was fighting the urge to punch a woman behind me, while I turned to Mansk.

“I want to go home!” I say, my voice breaking a little. I didn’t expect myself to get emotional but then again, I happened to have the problem that I cried whenever I got too angry and frustrated. I hated it because I knew that people would take me less seriously that way.

I felt tears sting in the corners of my eyes and I wanted to scream at myself because I couldn’t cry in front of them. I had to keep my shit together. I didn’t want to seem weak.

Mansk’s gaze seemed to soften at what I had said. But my words affected Quaritch in a different way.

The men had felt guilty about leaving you and letting you return to living the way you had before with them. After your session in the forest, they felt some kind of emotional connection to you. They wouldn’t call it love but they did care for you in some way.

When you three landed and you were dragged away from them, they knew they couldn’t get you away from the other people. It would raise suspicion. If they were behind honest, they didn’t expect you to be taken straight away. But when you were, all they could do it watch.

They had another small facility a bit away from the main lab building where everyone stayed. The room they set up had a proper bed and they gave it a lot of effort to make it look more friendly and like home. While they kind of sucked at decorating, they just made sure it was comfortable and not as blank looking as my current room.

Quaritch would have never in his life done something like that for another person. So when he heard you say that you didn’t even want to see what they had prepared for you, he was annoyed.

“You ungrateful menace, do you know-” Miles started to say but I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Ungrateful?!” I snap at him and it startles him. The noise level makes both men panic a little and Manks tries to calm me down, placing a hand on my shoulder but I instantly push it off.

“You took me from my home! You took me away from-” I started almost yelling at Miles and Mansk had to cover my mouth again, to not blow our cover.

My eyes were all glossy again and a few tears were threatening to spill out. I struggled against Mansk but stood no chance.

Both men were silent. My argument had silenced Quaritch’s angry tantrum. He looked down at me with almost pity. But I didn’t want his fucking pity. I wanted to be free again.

Mansk held me steadily until my breathing had calmed down and then he removed his hand from my mouth. I inhaled deeply and just stared at Miles. He didn’t know what to say.

“None of this is my fucking fault.” I snarl, keeping my voice down.

“Watch your mouth.” he replies, his tail flicking angrily.

“Make me.” I challenge him. Quaritch stares at me, wondering whether he heard that correctly.

Mansk’s ears perk up at my words and he watches the scene in front of him, definitely more interested in the outcome now. Then again, his Colonel’s reaction seemed to worry him.

“Oh I will.” he said, putting his gun on a shelf and starting to unbuckle his belt with one hand. My eyes shot open and Mansk watched my reaction.

“No, not like that. I didn’t mean-”

“Too late, cupcake.” Quaritch snarled, aggressively pulling the belt out of the belt loops and folding it in half with one hand.

“You’ve asked for it. You’re gonna get it.” he said, walking towards me and backing me up against the desk. Mansk swiftly moved out of the Colonel’s way and removed the gun hanging around his body, letting it lean against a wall.

“You perverted asshole, I should-” I start cussing at him but his hand wraps around my throat, threateningly.

“Shut your pretty mouth now, or I’ll make you regret it.” he snarled, moving his face closer to mine. I was now standing right next to the desk with him towering over me.

“You can keep telling yourself you don’t want this. But I can smell you, sugar. You can’t hide your feelin’s from us.” he snarled.

There was some truth in what he said. I knew very well I wanted to leave, but then again their presence would perhaps be missed. Just being around them made me feel weak in the knees and made my stomach erupt in sick excitement.

He grabbed my arm and turned me around, pressing my chest down onto the wooden desk in the room.

I felt Quaritch’s free hand hastily tug down my pants. I was given fresh clothes every few days. I don’t know what happened to my old top and shorts.

The pants pooled around my ankles and he kicked my ankles out of the way, to push the clothing away with his boot.

I was dreading the feeling of the belt harshly landing against my skin. I also hated how I would almost always become submissive to them. Quaritch would always have it his way and it angered me. I felt helpless.

Sure, while their presence excited me and the excitement made my head all fuzzy again, I felt overwhelmed and extremely emotional. My hormones seemed to be all over the place, which is probably why tears started to spill from my eyes. Not tears of sadness or tears of joy, just tears because I had trouble following what was happening.

Miles’ hand rested on my ass and then held my hip in place while he adjusted the leather belt in his hand.

“Sir,” Mansk announced. I saw him from the corner of my eye. He was watching my reactions this whole time and had decided that he needed to step in.

Mansk was a very quiet and introverted person. Not introverted and shy, just introverted as in he rarely spoke and preferred to observe. He was confident in himself, he just didn’t always seem present when he was present. Definitely not shy.

He would keep most things to himself and almost always wear his same neutral expression. During missions and training, he was a bit more verbally active, signalling things, handing down orders or telling Lyle to focus. He was very professional and serious about his military career. That’s why the Colonel had great trust in him.

Mansk took a step forward to me, but the Colonel seemed to not hear him.

“Sir,” he repeated, louder this time. Quaritch moved his gaze from my body to his soldier.

I was now biting my lip and had tears streaming down my face. If you would ask me to explain why I was crying in words, I wouldn’t be able to. I could show you by pointing at me, at them, at the belt, at my damp fucking underwear, at the facility, the guns and the atmosphere all around. My mind was too fuzzy for me to even think properly. I just quietly sobbed and looked over my shoulder at Mansk. What was he doing?

“It ain't fair on her.” he firmly said. The Colonel was surprised by Mansk’s words, telling him off. Usually, Mansk backs up everything he says.

Mansk would have never thought he would be standing up to Quaritch either. He respected him a lot, mainly because he was a superior but also because of the way he would handle missions.

He also never thought that he would feel sympathy towards you. The recom-team and he would look down on other creatures, especially on Pandora. Nothing really appealed to them. Even though you were human, you lived with Na’vi and you were the recom-teams prisoner.

To be perfectly honest, if they would have brought you into the facility as a prisoner and had a bag on your head so that he wouldn’t be able to see you or hear your voice, Mansk would treat you like shit. He would treat you like any other prisoner, maybe worse because you betrayed your race and chose to live with the ‘enemy’.

His new self or new body with his old self seemed to have him feeling a little more sympathetic with things. Not with his teammates but as a person, he would burn this place down in the blink of an eye if he would have been given the order.

His avatar body seemed to have some natural connection with Pandora, but all soldiers were in denial of it and refused to acknowledge it.

Anyway, what I’m trying to say is, Mansk cared for you. Something that he didn’t do often at all with others. He would joke with teammates occasionally and if one of them was hurt he would help, but he deeply cared for your wellbeing. Seeing you cry helplessly beneath Quaritch made him feel guilty.

They were trying to help you and now you were being punished for an accident. He didn’t like it.

Quaritch stared at Mansk for a few seconds, wondering whether he was being serious right now before slowly returning his gaze to me. I was a trembling, quivering, sobbing mess.

Miles’ eyes opened wider and he realised the state you were in. He was so worked up and fuming with anger it didn’t cross his mind to check how you were doing. He, like Mansk, cared for you too. He was more than just attracted to you.

He almost flinched when he saw you crying and immediately removed his hand from your lower back and stepped away to give you space.

I was no longer being held down but I felt like I would lose my shit if I just stayed bent over the desk. I needed to feel some level of comfort and right now, Mansk seemed to be the safest hiding spot for me.

I pushed myself off the table and turned to face him. His ears were pulled back a little and he seemed uncomfortable. When he looked at me, his ears drooped a little and his gaze once again softened. I took a shaky step forward and he opened his arms a little, taking a step toward me. I pressed myself against him, my hands holding onto his tank top while I buried my face into his waist. His ears perked up at my sudden action and he loosely hung his arm around my back while the other supported my head, holding me to him.

He didn’t want to look at Quaritch either. Since he was his superior, he was worried about the outcome of the situation.

Mansk just let his head hang as he watched me cry into him, my tears staining his top. He didn’t care about the mess. Even though he felt sorry for you, his heart was racing and he felt happy with himself that you felt safe with him. In emotional situations like these, where someone would for example be crying, he never had any idea how to help. Mansk was clueless about this stuff. So having you choose him to cry on and being able to hold your sobbing self, made him happy.

He slowly looked up at Quaritch, his ears strained back, ready for the worst reaction. But he too was now surprised. Quaritch had both his hands loosely hanging on his sides, the belt about to fall out. He looked completely distraught. The Colonel’s eyes were fixed on you. He couldn’t believe that he did that to you. He luckily hadn’t physically hurt you but the fact that you seemed so scared of him broke the man's heart. He wanted you to feel safe when he was around. Turns out he did the opposite.

I had calmed down a little, my sobbing turning into sniffling. I wrapped my arms around Mansk’s waist for a little more comfort and Mansk swore he could have melted. Your small innocent actions warmed his heart. He couldn’t believe the effect you had on him.

I turned around, wiping a few tears away with the back of my hand while keeping a finger hooked in the belt loop of Mansk’s pants for reassurance of his presence.

I saw how upset Quaritch looked. He felt guilt and deep regret.

Seeing him like that upset me a little more. I didn’t want him to think I was crying that much because of him. It was all my bottled-up emotions finally being released, his actions just happened to trigger it.

Normally, I would have probably happily let him use the belt on me. God, what have I become?

“Miles, it’s okay…” I sniffle, not being able to bear seeing him that upset anymore. He probably fully blamed himself for everything.

His eyes met yours when you said his name but his expression didn’t change.

He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something but he was at a loss for words. He wasn’t sure whether an apology would help. Still, it was better than nothing.

“Y/N, I’m sorry. I didn’t want that to happen.” he said, his voice softer than ever. It made my heart melt.

“It’s okay-”

“I don’t want you to be afraid of me.” he said, clearly beating himself up about it.

“I’m not.” I reply, softly smiling. My tears have dried up now. “I was just overwhelmed.”

He looked up, his ears reacting to the words I just spoke. He was questioning what I meant.

I pressed my thighs together a little. Being around them for so long had my pussy throbbing and I was struggling to hide my arousal. After being burdened with anger and everything else I felt, I needed a release.

They needed one too. Ever since the incident in the forest, both men discovered that they felt needier. It was already a lot for them in their new body but now that they knew you, they craved you.

Mansk was standing close to me and had picked up my scent once the door had closed behind them. He was able to ignore it for a while but it hit him again now. And this time it was much stronger.

His eyes grew darker the longer he gazed at your small figure. Seeing you rub your thighs together made him let out a groan.

Mansk stepped closer to you, pressing himself against you even though you were half his height. His tail caressed your waist while he leaned down a little.

“Ya' smell so good.” he practically purred. I felt the vibrations from his body flow into me and the excitement shot straight to my core.

God, I loved them. I leaned my head back against Mansk and stared up at him, admiring him.

Miles caught up on what was happening. He had smelled my scent before too. That’s also what partially spurred him on to want to use the belt on you. Now, seeing you in front of him, your cheeks flushed red again and you breathing heavily, he felt himself drawn to you.

Your sweet, feminine scent awoke something primal and feral inside both men. Remembering what happened the last time you all felt this way, got everyone feeling more impatient. They had gotten a taste of you and now they couldn’t get enough.

“Fuck…” Miles groaned, breathing heavier through his parted lips while watching how Mansk caressed your body.

“I’m sorry sweetheart…let me make it up to you.” Miles said, keeping his voice low while walking over to you. He took one of your hands in his, making sure you accepted him in your space before going any further.

My pupils were blown wide and I looked up at him, ready for him to do whatever he wanted with me. I nod, humming in agreement. Mansk gently let go of me while Miles guided me back to the desk. He left the belt on the ground where he stood.

His hands held me up by my waist and he effortlessly placed me on top of the hard polished wood. Miles placed either of his hands on the outside of my thighs, leaning his body against the desk and facing me. Mansk didn’t want to lose the sensation of me against his body so he stood behind me, helping me sit upright. I noticed that he had taken his shirt off, and it was his warm soft skin pressing against me. Well as soft as his huge pecs and rock-hard abs can get.

Miles noticed how I melted into his soldier's naked upper body and then saw how my eyes raked over his bare arms and broad shoulders.

He pulled away a little, straightening his posture in front of me and peeling his own tank top off. I bit my lip, my glossy eyes admiring every bit of Quaritch’s body.

“Someone likes what she’s seein’.” Miles chuckles with a shit-eating grin. “What? Never seen proper men before?” he asked, teasing me. Mansk chuckled against my neck, enjoying how I reacted to them.

I didn’t know how to respond to that. Sure, I have seen other men. Not in a sexual way, but I’ve seen enough to know that Miles and Mansk looked exceptionally good. I just slightly nodded my head ‘no’ and that really gave them a big ego boost. They seemed to know what I meant.

“We’ll make you feel soo good.” Mansk cooed into my ear while Quaritch leaned forward again, grinning at me.

He traced his fingers up one of my legs and caressed my thigh before taking the cloth of my panties between his fingers and examining it.

“Cute.” he mumbled, his touch making goosebumps rise on my skin. Mansk was struggling to hold himself back and started getting very touchy. He was playing with my top, tugging at the cloth. I smiled at his eagerness, turning my head to him.

He looked at me for permission and I nodded, raising my arms into the air as he pulled the clothing over my head.

Quaritch’s hand was dangerously close to my core, but he gave his teasing a pause to be able to take in the sight of my almost bare body.

“Pretty.” Mansk whispered behind me into my ear. His head was above my right shoulder and he was looking down at the newly exposed skin, letting his hands travel around my waist and up my chest.

Miles hummed in agreement, his hands now parting my legs so that he could stand in between them, preventing them from closing again.

He traced his finger over my clothed crotch, rubbing me through my panties. I let out a shaky sigh, leaning back against Mansk who was more than happy to embrace me.

All of us were growing impatient so Miles pulled my underwear down my legs without any hesitation. Mansk swiftly undid my bra and let it fall off my chest, throwing it to the side. I was completely naked in front of them once again.

“You’re so beautiful, princess.” Miles said, unable to look away from me.

Mansk pressed his face into the side of my neck, inhaling my scent deeply. I looked at both of them and noticed how their pupils were dilated too. Their eyes were a lot darker.

Before I knew it, Quaritch got down on his knees in front of me and started kissing up my thigh. My breathing hitched and I froze, unable to tear my eyes from him.

Mansk kept me grounded, his hands now holding my breasts and kneading them, honestly, more for his own pleasure than mine.

Quaritch buried his face into the soft fleshy skin of my thigh and inhaled just like Mansk. My scent was stronger than ever to them, making them needier.

His fingers then started to rub me gently, sliding between my folds and I gasped, letting out a whine while biting down on my lip.

I watched Miles, needing to feel his tongue and mouth on me so badly.

“What do ya' want, baby?” he asked, grinning up at me while gently taking my legs and putting them over his broad shoulders.

“Please, stop teasing…” I whine. “ I need to feel you. Please.”

“Alright, alright…” Miles gave in, pleased with my answer. He then moved closer and I felt his flat tongue lick up my dripping pussy firmly. Then again and again.

I let out a high-pitched moan, arching my back off of Mansk’s body. Mansk growled against me, loving the noises I made. I throw my head back against his shoulder, clenching my eyes closed.

“No, baby. Ya' need to watch.” Mansk whispers, kissing my cheek and wrapping his whole hand around my throat. He pushes his shoulder forward, forcing me to look down at what the Colonel is doing to me.

Quaritch had wrapped both his arms around my thighs to keep me in place and prevent me from even trying to pull away.

He circles his tongue around my clit, before being unable to control himself any longer. The sweet taste that he has been craving was flooding his sense and he growled, burying his face into my cunt.

I gasp and whine out, wrapping my arms around Mansk’s neck, trying to hold on to something to keep me from drifting away.

“Oh…fuck- Miles.” I moan and watch how his tail happily sways from side to side, his ears perking up when he hears his name.

Mansk is peppering kisses down my neck and leaning over me, accessing my bare chest, while Miles is eating me out like a starved man. He hums against me and the vibrations make me feel sensitive, instinctively making me pull away but Quaritch just tugs me even closer. My eyes start to show me a blurry vision and I feel how close I already am.

I tell myself I can hold it a little longer, but then Miles shoves his tongue inside me, starting to relentlessly tongue fuck my pussy.

I let out a moan at the noise level of a scream and Mansk’s hand flies to cover my mouth again.

I start to repeat to Miles that I’m close but everything is muffled by the big blue hand, cupping my face.

Before I can even process another thought, I feel the built-up tension in me explode. I clench my eyes shut after Mansk sees them roll to the back of my head and my trembling thighs clench around Miles’ head.

Quaritch helps me ride out my high and I feel him grin while continuing to eat me out. Once I loosen my grip around him and manage to gasp for air again, Miles cleans me up with his tongue, not letting anything drip down on the desk. He then pulls away, licking his lips. I get a glance at his white sharp fangs. I don’t know what it is, but their fangs have me under some spell.

Mansk let go of my throat and I let my head fall back on his shoulder, letting out a sigh of relief and exhaustion.

Miles got up, looking all happy and proud of himself. “How did that feel, huh sugar?” he asked, leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss to my other cheek. I let out a breathy chuckle. The teasing was never-ending.

“So good…” I whisper and his grin widens.

“That’s what I thought.”

Mansk had gently lifted me and moved me further up the desk. He sat down on it next to me, his legs not hanging off the edge though.

I let my eyes rake over his ripped torso and let out a shaky breath.

“So pretty…” I whispered, feeling overwhelmed again. Miles chuckled at my reaction while Mansk just wanted to cover me in kisses. My praise was something he took to heart. Both of them knew they looked good, but you saying things like that flattered them.

Mansk smirked, glad you were satisfied.

“C'mere an' help me out, will ya'?” he asked, smiling. My gaze moved from his torso to his eyes, to his pants and I saw how his dick was pressing against the fabric. He had been trying to relieve himself a little by rutting into my back but it didn’t help. He needed to feel me around him. I look between his crotch up to him again.

“Can I?” I ask, feeling a little shy. I knew he just asked me to but I still felt a little unsure.

Mansk chuckled, dropping his head forward before returning his gaze to me again.

“Yeah, baby. Go ahead.” he said, encouraging me. I scooted closer to him and he leaned back on his outstretched arms, watching my small fingers fiddle with his belt. He decided to look at my face again, to see how red I got and how I was nervously trying to undo his belt. I must have never done this to anyone else before.

I managed to open the belt and then moved my fingers to his fly, unzipping it with a bit of struggle because of the way his aching cock stretched the fabric. I then opened the button at the top and pulled his pants down his slim hips a bit more. His cock sprung free and he let out a sigh of relief because he felt so painfully hard.

I whimpered, staring with wide eyes at his blue dick. It didn’t look abnormal to me at all. I felt so drawn to him I wanted to touch it.

Carefully, I reached out and gently wrapped my hand around him. We watched how it didn’t wrap around it all the way and the size difference seemed to awaken a new kink in us.

Mansk let out a shaky breath, his lips parting a little when he felt my hand on him. I softly stroked him, knowing he needed more but I wanted to explore.

He was in fact too needy to let me continue and his hands found my waist as he pulled me onto his lap, my knees on either side of his thick thighs.

I was surprised by his actions and held onto muscley shoulders for support. Mansk rested his hands on my hips and I slowly sat down on his thighs, his hard dick in between us. It was leaning against my stomach, showing exactly how deep in me he could be if it were physically possible. If my organs wouldn’t be in the way. His dick was throbbing and the tip reached just below my chest. His eyes were fixed on me and seemed completely mesmerised by the size difference we had.

But Mansk knew it was possible for me to take most of him. I managed last time.

One of his hands slipped down and he ran his fingers through my sensitive folds, his eyes widening when he felt how wet I was. I flinched a little, still sensitive from the orgasm Mies gave me and he smiled, pulling it away and licking the slick off his finger, groaning.

“Ride me, hot stuff.” Mansk spoke out, his voice failing to hide his neediness.

Miles came up behind me and I noticed that I no longer felt his pants against me but this time his dick pressed against my lower back. I wanted to turn around and ask what his plan was. No way could they both fit in my pussy. I would probably die.

Then his hand was in between my legs again and I squeezed Mansk’s shoulders, flinching away.

He softly shushed me, cupping my cheek and gently running his thumb over my flushed skin. I locked eyes with him again, noticing how he was looking at me in adoration too and not just lust.

Quaritch had gathered up my cum and started lubricating his dick with it. I broke the beautiful eye contact with Mansk to glance over my shoulder and see what the Colonel was doing.

Miles saw my concern and pressed his warm torso against my bare back, hugging me from behind and resting his chin on my shoulder.

“Don’t you worry sweetheart. We’ll make sure ya' feel good. Remember?” Miles cooed, rubbing my skin soothingly. Oddly enough, I trusted him. Both of them.

I take a deep breath, facing forward again and nodding.

“Let us take care of it.” Mansk added, his head tilted to the side a little.

I smile, whispering out a soft “Okay.”.

Mansk leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on my forehead before his hands found my waist again and he lifted me a little. I continued to hold him for support, still slightly worried about what was to come. I didn’t know what to expect from them.

Mansk moved one of his hands and grasped his dick, stroking it a few times before aligning it with my entrance.

I held my breath and let him guide me down on him. I felt his tip press against my entrance and with a little more pressure, it penetrated me. Slowly, he pushed himself inside me. Mansk pulled me closer to him and I was basically hugging him, resting my head on his shoulder while he did the same on mine. He pressed his face into the crook of my neck again to muffle the soft moan he let out at the new feeling.

The way my pussy tightly hugged his aching hard cock made Mansk lose his mind, but he managed to contain himself so that he wouldn’t hurt you.

I whimpered against his hot skin, my fingers digging into his back. He didn’t want to bottom me out, but he lowered me onto him until he was pressing against my cervix.

“Good girl.” he whispered his praise into my ear, making me want to please him more. The praise excited me to the point I subconsciously clenched around him and Mansk took note of that.

He held me for a while, letting me adjust and get used to him.

Meanwhile, Miles had stroked himself ready, feeling painfully hard as well. He knew that what he was about to do might be too much for you, but he had to try. It also excited him a little more and he didn’t know whether that was a good or bad thing.

He lined himself up behind me and I felt his wet and warm tip press up against my ass. My eyes went wide and I wanted to turn around but then he started to push into me as well and my mouth fell open. I couldn’t say anything, I just held onto Mansk for dear life again. I felt bad for digging my nails into his back but he seemed to like it.

I squeaked out when he continued to push in and Miles stopped when he was halfway inside me.

My mouth was agape and I gasped, my entire body tensing.

“It’s okay.” Mansk cooed, rubbing my back a little while Miles groaned in pleasure, loving the way I squeezed him.

“You’re doing so well, sugar. So good.” Miles mumbled with half-lidded eyes. I relaxed a little into their touch, focusing on my breathing and on my goal to please them.

After a minute or two my neediness was overpowering the discomfort I felt and I rolled my hips into Mansk.

His ears perked up and he removed his head from my shoulder, looking into my eyes with mischief.

“It’s okay now.” I say softly, almost having it sound like a whisper. Mansk nods and his hands return to your hips. Miles pats my back and lets me raise my hips off of them a little with the help of Mansk’s grip before lowering myself back down. My mouth is still open and I struggle to keep my breathing even while Mansk has his lips firmly pressed together and his eyebrows furrowed. Miles is biting his lip, his fangs showing again.

I start to finally feel good and manage to relax a little more. Each time I lower my hips, I roll them a little to increase the sensations for both men.

Mansk supports my movements, helping me increase my speed.

Behind me Miles throws his head back, his hands gripping my waist, slightly above Mansk’s hands and he lets out a breathy groan. Mansk’s eyes are focused on where we are connected and eventually, he starts to lose himself.

“Atta girl.” Mansk says, lightly spanking my thigh and I whimper. Feeling so full has me feeling all hazy and faint. I let my hand wander down his chest which sparkled in the light with his light spots illuminating the beads of sweat on his skin. I fumbled with his dog tag before taking it into my hand and closing my palm around it. I used it and his shoulders to steady myself.

Mansk found this incredibly hot. Maybe next time, he would make you wear his chain.

Miles starts pulling me down a little harsher onto him while Mansk starts rutting up into me. I feel like a ragdoll and realise I won’t be able to sit straight soon anymore.

The tightness Miles is feeling is clouding his mind with pleasure and he is unable to stop fucking into my ass. His orgasm comes faster than expected and soon he throws his head back again, his mouth falling open as he empties his balls deep into me. I cry out a little at the feeling and feel him slowly pull out of me. Miles is resting against the other side of the desk, regaining his breath while Mansk focuses on making both of us cum. My legs are giving out and I am no longer able to move my hips off of his dick. Modern problems require modern solutions.

Mansk scoops me up, stilling our movements and gently laying me down on the desk. My hips are on the edge where he is now standing, making sure he is still deep inside me.

He leans down, resting his upper body on his elbows and arms before he resumes our fast pace. I arch my back into him and moan, which drives him crazy and he can’t help but speed up his hip movements.

“Holy shit- Mansk…” I moan, my arms returning to his back, scratching down his shoulders. His arm reaches for my thigh, lifting it up and holding it against his hip.

I feel my second orgasm approaching and I start to clench around him. Mansk moans again, unable to keep the noises to himself anymore and drops his head down on my upper chest. I cradle his head with one hand while holding onto his back.

“Mansk- I’m gonna…” I trail off, wanting to let him know I’m close.

“I know, baby. I can feel you.” he groans, running his big hand up and down my thigh. “Whenever you’re ready.”

I nod hastily, wrapping my other leg around his waist and pulling him a little deeper into me. After a few more thrusts, I start to see stars again, my back arching into his chest and my legs trembling around him.

Mansk rides out my orgasm before finally cumming as well, thrusting into me one final time, a little harder and burying himself as deep into me as possible. He releases his hot white ropes of cum deep into me and I hold his tensed body to ground him while he is overtaken by euphoria and bliss.

We stay like that for a while, regaining our breath until Mansk lifts himself up. My legs and arms fall limp to the sides of the desk and I roll over a little, regaining control over my body with the pleasure gone.

Mansk rests his hand on my abdomen and slowly pulls out of me.

“You okay?” he asks, gently rearranging my legs into a comfortable position.

“Yeah.” I reply smiling. I crane my neck and look over at Quaritch who is smirking down at me, wearing his pants again.

“You did so well, baby.” Miles said, walking over to where I lay, while Mansk put his pants back on. Mansk returned to my other side with my clothes and both of them helped me get dressed.

I accepted their help and got up from the desk after being dressed again. My legs happened to be trembling again so Mansk kept his arm around me while Miles was ready to open the door and turn off the light.

That's when I remembered that I didn't know where we were going.

"Please don't leave me again…" I said, hopefully looking up at both men.

Miles turned away from the door and sighed.

"I don't want to go back in there." I continue, my voice cracking a bit.

Mansk and Quaritch looked at each other, not exchanging words. They didn't want to bring you back either. It would be cruel to do this to you and then leave you. It would hurt them as well, seeing you back in that cold empty room.

But they knew they couldn't set you free just like that. The best they could do was transfer you to the smaller facility which they had prepared for you. It wasn't ideal but it was an improvement.

Either way, all of you knew that they couldn't keep you captive forever.

Miles and Mansk would let you go if their jobs and lives didn't depend on it because they value your well-being and freedom.

Then again, they hoped that if that happens, you would return to them so they could see you again.

"We'll take you to the place Mansk and I prepared. It's a little nicer." Miles says. I let my head drop a little in disappointment but then again I myself knew they couldn't just set me free.

I look up at Miles and nod but both men sense my sadness.

"We're still working on finding a solution." Quaritch added and Mansk nodded, backing up his statement.

"We promise it'll all be okay soon." Mansk said, his hand holding my waist and gently pulling me into his side.

"Okay." I reply, happy that I'm at least leaving the room I've been stuck in for almost two weeks.

With that, Miles turns the light off and opens the door, checking whether the air is clear.

Eventually, we made it out of the building and after half an hour of flying, we arrived at the spot they prepared.

They were right, it was nicer.

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I swear I dont wanna be mean but why does everyone keep making stella fat. Why is it that the most attractive character, whom everyone finds beautiful inside the show, is the one who is always turned fat. Like... No one would find her attractive if her canon design was like that. I promise im not being mean but I feel like the artists are always projecting themselves onto Stella and wanting to be loved like she is, cause usually the ones making her fat are fat too, like I saw your selfies and you're a bit curvy. I promise im not being mean im just curious.

For starters, send me more fat Stella’s if you can I haven’t seen that many made and would love to see more varied takes on her appearances in redesigns.

Secondly, I made her fat because I think it’s nice to have the character that’s canonically considered to be the most beautiful girl in all of magix, a fashion icon in the magical dimension, a very celebrated trendsetter, be something other than the stereotypical concept of socially acceptable fashion tropes. She isn’t an hourglass, she has cellulite and stretch marks, she’s super pear shaped, and that can be and should be considered something to be normal, since they are, and shouldn’t be seen as things that need to be hidden. Having that put on a loud and proud fashion girly seems good imo and it can only really contribute to good stuff for body image stuff and representation. I did it so people like you could reconsider that beauty is something that comes in multiple forms and shouldn’t have to fit one type of standard. If we wanna get super technical too those standards also very from culture to culture and I image that’s extended even further in Winx club.

The girls are all aliens from different worlds. There’s bug people. There’s a lady in the miss magix episode that has tentacle hair, a blue body, and tentacle hands and feet. I highly doubt beauty standards in canon would be the same as what you’re saying, ie that no one would consider her beautiful. As if people who look like her irl also would inherently be considered not beautiful too. I know lots of people who have people that think they’re the hottest thing ever and they have all sorts of different body types and traits. Lets just call it realism lol

I’m not really projecting any of my physical stuff on her also, outside of I guess stretch marks and cellulite?? But I put those on other characters too so I don’t really think that holds up. I actually put my old body type on Flora since she’s my favorite, but now I’m way more midsized, like a slightly thinner Bloom from my stuff (love this unit of measurement gonna start using the gorls as a reference point for my appearance going forward lol). I’ve always had the “socially acceptable” fat type of body, ie hourglass with even proportions and a super snatched waist. I just think it’s tired and trite to constantly reenforce the idea that “the hot fashion one” needs to be tall and thin all the time, and if she is made fatter, that she needs to look like I did ie not much of a tummy with super equal proportions, big boobs, and a big ass.

Kinda related to that also, I made a post about a lot of character design “rules” too that I think are kinda outdated and annoying, at least to me, since I’ve seen them a million times. We all have. So I decided to do something different that I think would be good for normalizing traits outside of what we consider typically acceptable for that kind of character.

I’m already very loved also and don’t need to project anything on Stella lmaooo

I got multiple partners, great friends, do modeling, and am slaying with my own fashion and appearance stuff outside of that too. That’s all independent of whatever I’m doing with her physical body type when I draw her.

Gonna level with you also, you going “I’m not trying to be mean” doesn’t erase how weird this ask is. Sounds like you have your own gripes that you need to work through. Like, if you consider those traits on Stella ugly, that means you definitely have some internalized hatred for fatness, skin blemishes, scarring, and other peoples’ general appearances if they don’t fit some specific molds that aren’t realistic for the majority of people. Even if it is just genuine curiosity, being aware of this stuff going forwards and reevaluating how you view beauty standards and bodies in general would do you a great benefit imo.

Thanks for going through my old selfies tho it was pretty weird of you but at least make sure to leave a like on them. I looked hot when I was fatter and I look hot now too sharing this with the world is the least I can do💕✨💕✨

#winx club #winx #asks #normalize other body types being considered hot because that’s just how it is irl too outside of what magazines and movies might tell you #people fall in love with all kinds of people or think all sorts of people that aren’t models are hot #and they’ve got bodies like hers #it’s just realistic if you wanna get technical lol

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Incoherent, messy and out of order first spoilery thoughts on TUA season 3, let’s go!

Viktor’s transition was incorporated rather nicely in the show and it led to some really wholesome sibling moments that I will cherish forever

the actor playing Reggie is a delight and while the character is extremely unlikable, I love seeing him on screen. it really is a testament to how good the TUA casting is

I expected to dislike the whole Stan thing, but I actually found myself enjoying it? I think the humor and delivery of some of the lines was amazing and made it work even if I am not a huge fan of what became of Diego in the last 2 seasons

Lila and Five’s dynamic absolutely SLAYS! idk, they are such a pleasure to watch, all this easy banter and everything, I just find their whole chemistry very satisfying and it shows both in the show and in the interviews that the actors truly get these characters, what they’ve been through and how it affected this relationship in particular. honestly, some amazing performances from both of them

overall, I feel like the performances in general were what made this season actually good to watch. I have a lot of complaints about some of the lines, subplots and plot points in general, but I can’t deny that I simply love these characters and the way they are portrayed by the actors and even though I can’t say I’m happy with everything that happened, it was still a lot of fun to watch. again, casting of this show is absolutely unmatched!

I really wish some inconsistencies in Allison’s reasoning were fixed and I still don’t know how to feel about THAT scene with Luther... I mostly can’t believe that it not only made it into the season, but - more importantly - that it isn’t addressed later on... at all. it’s one thing to portray dysfunctional and grieving characters doing shitty and questionable things, it’s another to frame it... well, the way they did it this season.

that said, I enjoyed Allison’s arc a lot and Emmy Raver-Lampman is an amazing actress who was horribly underutilized until now, so I’m happy to see her have more defined role this season.

there’s something really interesting about the theme of losing one’s family in a show that’s so focused on family in general. I mean, usually when you grow up you begin making your own family unit with your spouse and children, so it’s interesting to see how Allison is torn between her obligation to her siblings, the family she didn’t choose, and the family she created as an adult. I know that we are more inclined to root for her relationship with other Umbrellas because they are the focus of the show, but it does make absolute sense for her to try to bring back the family she made for herself

I liked Klaus so much more this season and his scenes, especially those with other siblings, were really great! him bonding with Five was everything I wanted and didn’t even know. and it’s nice to finally tap into his issues with his powers instead of having him escape from them

Five being the Commission founder... I said in another post that I totally saw him being tied to the Commission’s existence in a more meaningful way coming because of how his powers operate in the same way the briefcases do, but I did not see THAT coming

on one hand, Sloane and Luther are a great example of insta love and everything wrong with it. on the other, though, it gave us some fun subplots and dynamics and if there’s one character that deserved to find peace and normalcy - it was Luther. I honestly need more time to form an opinion on it.

RIP Marcus and his potential, I guess...

Fei deserved better

Allison and Viktor’s fight in episode 7 was amazing, the tension was really palatable and dang, THIS is how you write characters fighting! the actual VENOM in Allison’s voice, just... such a great scene, I was so impressed with the acting

the amount of sudden deaths and betrayals was absolutely INSANE, the reviewers did not lie about that, holy shit

that moment when Five steps on his star, in the middle of the circle, connecting all of them? I don’t know what is it about that scene, but holy fuck, CHILLS

I might add more later once I collect my thoughts more, for now I’m a rambling, absolutely incoherent mess of emotions.

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INSTAGRAM BLURB

king!harry x queen!y/n…

MASTERLIST | PATREON

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voguemagazine Say hello to your new King and Queen of the United Kingdom, Harry and Y/N Styles!

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ynfan2 WORLD = STOPPED

harryfan4 i’m crying

yoursister yes! yes! yes!

ynfan6 this is actually so iconic 😭

zendaya holy shit…i’m friends with the queen?

harryfan8 this means harry and y/n have to move back to the uk…

emmalouisecorrin i am never shutting up about this

ynfan3 THE HOTTEST ROYAL COUPLE EVER

harry_lambert screaming as i type this

harryfan5 y/n and harry’s friends being so excited for them is so cute omg

florencepugh the most iconic queen and king

ynfan9 twitter is in flames right now

harryfan11 i support this so much

alexademie 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

ynfan7 moving to london

alessandro_michele love!

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royalupdates Y/N AND HARRY AT A AIRPORT IN LOS ANGELES LAST NIGHT!

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harryfan14 THE WAY THEY ARE KING AND QUEEN NOW

ynfan16 harry and y/n aren’t even in the uk 🤭

harryfan18 you know harry is dreading moving back to london

ynfan13 diana is a princess now omg

harryfan15 i always forget their daughter is named diana 😭

ynfan17 same…

harryfan19 they are so cute together

ynfan21 i still can’t believe y/n and harry are king and queen

harryfan23 one of the best royal couples ever

ynfan25 this is really happening then 🥳

harryfan27 literally going insane

ynfan29 THEY ARE ON THEIR WAY

harryfan26 please stop sending me these pictures of my fiancé wrapped around another woman. this is not me and it's hard enough knowing this has happened without seeing it. enough now.

ynfan30 so many celebrities are posting about harry and y/n…

harryfan32 i will not stop talking about them

ynfan34 truly a moment to remember

After his grandmother passed away sadly yesterday, Harry now takes on the role of being King and his wife Y/N, Queen. A statement from The Royal Family released yesterday on behalf of Harry and Y/N becoming King and Queen. Many people seemed satisfied with the decision and expressed their feelings onto social media.

Out of all 39 generations of The Royal Family, the Styles couple received more praise than ever. It’s no surprise everyone loves them, their wedding was the most celebrated royal wedding without it being streamed on national television.

Many sources tell us Harry and Y/N are already moved into Buckingham Palace with their daughter Princess Diana. The new Royal Family is now settled in.

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ynharryupdates Y/N OUT IN LONDON TODAY!

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harryfan35 she literally slayed

ynfan35 I LOVE THIS SO MUCH 😭

harryfan37 our queen!!!!

ynfan39 this is such an iconic moment

harryfan41 YES YES YES YES

ynfan43 y/n really said team princess diana

harryfan45 she could run me over and i would not care at all

ynfan40 the queen in all her glory ✨

harryfan44 the only reason why i like royalty

ynfan46 this is giving princess diana’s revenge dress 🤭

harryfan48 LMAO RIGHT

ynfan42 y/n arrived in england and ate everyone up

harryfan50 one of our best queens yet

ynfan52 YESSS THIS IS ACTUALLY HAPPENING

harryfan54 y/n becoming queen is actually so amazing

ynfan51 I AM CELEBRATING ALL DAY BECAUSE OF THIS

harryfan53 national y/n and harry day

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stylesdaily Harry arriving at his wife’s coronation in London!

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ynfan59 HE IS SO HOT

harryfan61 ‘his wife’ don’t shove it in my face like this 😭

ynfan63 i want to be y/n

harryfan65 his glasses, his suit, him in general 🫠

ynfan67 harry’s smile has me sliding down the wall

harryfan69 he’s literally a dream

ynfan62 the most perfect man ever

harryfan64 y/n is so lucky to be married to him…i want her life

ynfan66 tell me about it

harryfan68 harry is so pretty omg

ynfan70 he can kill me already

harryfan72 DILF DILF DILF

ynfan74 you know he’s so happy right now

harryfan76 he seriously has me in a chokehold

ynfan78 everything about him is perfection

harryfan71 his dimples…🫡

ynfan73 the only man i’ll bow down too

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theroyalfamily Our Queen Y/N Styles with her mother at her sovereign’s consort.

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harryfan75 OH MY GOD

ynfan77 both are literal queens

florencepugh i’ve been waiting for this moment 🤍

harryfan80 this is the best thing ever

tchalamet can’t believe i’m friends with the damn queen

ynfan82 I LOVE THIS

harry_lambert two beauties!!! ✨

harryfan84 i’m loving y/n as queen

yoursister MY TWO FAVORITE WOMEN ❤️

ynfan86 why is this so cute

alexademie such an amazing moment

harryfan81 imagine having a daughter and she becomes the queen of england…

alesandro_michele so sweet 🍓

ynfan83 queen!y/n is such a slay

emmalouisecorrin AHHHHHHH

harryfan85 emma is all of us right now 😭

zendaya i’m literally crying

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updatingstyles Y/N AT HER CORONATION CEREMONY TONIGHT!

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ynfan91 she looks so happy

harryfan93 Y/N IS THE MOMENT!!!

ynfan95 i love this for her 🥹

harryfan97 going insane over this

ynfan99 SHE IS SO BEAUTIFUL

harryfan102 y/n is already eating up being queen

ynfan104 she was born to be queen

harryfan106 the way every celebrity was at her ceremony 😭

ynfan108 i aspire to be y/n one day

harryfan103 loving all the queen content today

ynfan105 SERIOUSLY NEVER GETTING OVER THIS

harryfan109 she married royalty and ended up becoming queen… now that’s what i call being god's favorite

ynfan113 best queen already

harryfan115 this is the biggest thing ever

ynfan110 happiest day 🥳

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variety Y/N Styles the new Queen of England gets interviewed and photographed by her husband, Harry Styles for her September Variety cover.

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ynfan122 queen elizabeth is shaking

harryfan125 Y/N IS SO BEAUTIFUL 🙏

harris_reed i need this magazine ASAP

ynfan127 harry took the photos?? i’m crying

hunterschafer i needed this in my life

harryfan129 y/n has the biggest chokehold on me

zendaya IN LOVE

ynfan131 she’s so breathtaking

yoursister amazing. amazing. amazing.

harryfan133 harry interviewing y/n is the cutest thing ever

nickkroll queen = model

ynfan135 i am going to need her on more covers

taylorswift MY QUEEN

harryfan137 harry giving y/n all the spotlight is so sweet 😭

kaiagerber loving this

ynfan139 i don’t know if i wanna be her or be with her

Never in her life would she expected to become the Queen of England, yet here she was moving back into The Buckingham Palace with her husband and daughter. When she left the United Kingdom and moved into a bungalow in Malibu she did not expect to be moving back so suddenly.

Taking the role of Queen earned many positive responses. But there were some people worried about a 28 year old running England.

“I understand the different points of views. Why would you want someone so young to become the Queen of England.” Y/N comments. “But people wouldn’t put me and Harry in charge if they knew we weren’t capable of being King and Queen. We know what we are doing.”

Becoming a mother just 11 months ago had the world discussing the Styles couple, especially when they named their baby after Princess Diana which left people in shock.

Majority of individuals praised the two for naming their daughter after Styles’s mother, but there had been rumors of some Royal members not liking the honored name.

The almost one year old princess Diana is adored by the world. One of Harry’s close friend’s Alessandro Michele constantly sends little Princess Diana custom clothes, in an interview he said she was the sweetest baby ever.

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title: the bear in the witch's hut.

pairing: witch fem!reader x captain John price

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a/n: I had to write this out or I'll throw up. I'm so in love with this man it's actually so fucking pathetic. he should spit in my mouth and make me his already.

fantasy/medieval au where the British island is at war and most of the neighbouring countries are at war with each other.

Not only human lives are used for the pursuit of power, but also animals, magical creatures, mages, and anything in between, soiling the earth in vain.

This has been going on for years, and hope seems to be lost year by year, more people are dying of disease, curses and hunger, or straight out killed by enemies.

Everything seems almost lost when a woman rises amidst hopeless war generals and kings, demanding she would create her own unit, to find a solution to these massacres.

That was Kate Laswell.

Along the way she collects a bunch of unique people, making it their own mission to do the impossible, stop the war, at all costs, by any means necessary.

John Price was the captain, the leading man of their unit, and the man who trusted Laswell to guide them, and who also trusted him in exchange. The man has been in the army for gods knows how long. The war started a couple of years after he was born, so he pretty much lived his whole life in the middle of the said war.

John couldn’t sit and watch people he knew and loved get killed and families getting ripped apart, so he enlisted as soon as he was of age, leaving to war and leaving his sick father and weeping mum behind.

The man has seen and been through a lot. He has been through so much and yet he hasn’t given up, yet. And to keep him going, he was granted leave once in a while, to visit his dad and mum back on their farm. And then one day, the village nearby gets attacked while John is at home, with his parents, and he gets his sword and goes down to help.

Enemy troops are out there, out for blood. And no matter how many soldiers John slays, they keep coming, and he realises he’s outnumbered, they’re outnumbered, him and the few men and women who can still walk on both feet and carry the weight of metal on wooden handles.

Then like an answered prayer, rhythmic gallops shake the ground. A hot gust of wind hits John on the face, making him hold his breath and lock eyes with her.

A witch on a high dark horse, eyes and hands glowing as the soldiers around them start to burn alive. Of course, she wasn’t the only one, there were more witches that came out of nowhere to defend the village from the enemy troops. But John couldn’t give less of a fuck about any other witch but the one who jumped down her horse, no a trace of fear in her face and teeth bared as she burns her enemies without even touching them.

And John is soooo royally fucked, his eyes are stuck on her face, and everything is happening in slow motion in his head, that is until he notices a soldier running behind her, sword in hand, and he reacts in half a second and sticks his sword in the man’s throat, right over her shoulder. And oh, her eyes are so much prettier up close.

Things happen, and a couple of leaves later, he ends up getting married under a sessile oak tree to the witch he never thought he would love so fast and so deeply. His mum is at his side, his dad is buried down at the cemetery, and a neighbour was kind enough to marry them off and Kyle, or Gaz, was there as a witness. And it is so far, John’s happiest day in his life.

However, war was still happening and John was needed to lead soldiers for country and Queen. So he was more gone than present, but his dear witch understood and never made him feel guilty for being needed elsewhere other than her side or his mother’s. After all, she too has a job to do and it’s to protect their village and the innocent and vulnerable.

This goes on for about a year until the witch had enough and decides to pack up and leave, but without making sure John’s mum was somewhere safe. Nothing improved and things were getting worse and worse, no matter how hard she tried, and no matter how hard the witches tried their best to heal, to rebuild, to protect, it was not nearly enough.

She travels day and night, on her trusty horse, and crosses rivers, forests, and mountains to reach John’s current base. And fate was on her side because when she arrived, they only arrived two days ago back from a mission. John was shocked at first, immediately assuming the worst, maybe the whole village burned down, maybe the farm was attacked and they got his mum, maybe-

His dearest reassures him, telling him everything is fine, as fine as anything could be in war at least. And John kisses her like he doesn’t need to breathe, and then he realises with a shudder that everything is about to change with the arrival of his wife. What’s not going to change is the snickers and annoying teasing of his men, now worse that they get to actually meet the woman who so easily wrapped him around her finger.

Hope and determination swell in his chest now that his love is by his side. And she proves herself to be a great asset already because as soon as she notices the ugly bash on Soap’s forehead, she corners him and fixes him up with a whisper and a caress of her hand.

John feels stronger, more focused and more relaxed, his shoulders tensing less every time he hears her voice or sees her walk by, busying herself around the base. But he also feels more anxious, and the responsibility gets heavier on his shoulders, because not only he has to watch out for his men, but also for the love of his life. He can’t fail her. He’ll do anything in his power to get her the future she wants, a humble home, a piece of land and little feet running around, screams and laughs bouncing off the walls, calling for their momma and daddy.

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b4si1wh0 · 2 months

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Series 14 Season 1 trailer thoughts (still don't like the numbering)

UNIT tower woo!!

Ahh yes the iconic 'come with me I'm lonely pls.' love how they're slaying. love the jukebox!

fit af! also 60s!!!! yes!

ok where the hell are they here??

UgH dAvId TeNnAnT iS oVeRsHaDoWiNg ThEm (/s). Is this where they do the magical flashes of all the doctors?

'Kiss me goodbyeee, I'm defying mavityyyy'. (love love LOVE the colours and the colours of the tunnels!!! this new tardis is 100000/10!)

d-d-dinosaurs? remember the last time with dinosaurs? that didn't go so well!

she said it! yes! nothing can ever go wrong!

ahh shit. (at least we get a non-human as a companion??) i think i'm going to love the butterfly effect episode. i eat that stuff up.

regency era wooo!

exactly what we're all thinking. (the doctor looking fit as usual I see)

yay!! music!!! (does that say 12/8 time? i actually don't think I've seen that before! but i doubt you would have a crotchet followed by what looks like a minim(?) because that is not how you group notes. the ff doesn't go there. Why is the first sharp D?? the first sharp is F. always.) yay!!! music!!!

NO DON'T USE A GUN!

that is exactly what they would say. i feel like i watched something recently where they said the doctor would say this. i can't remember where though. ugh.

nooo my babies! please don't cry!!

OK, so the jinkx monsoon character is in the beatles episode? is it a 2-parter?

love the one-on-one doctor/parent chats. but... remember brian??

pretty. great fashion.

yay! glasses representation! hot.

where is this? i LOVE it.

i'm singing in the raiiin (musical number? ngl gives la la land vibes)

yeah it is! 60s woo!

no. What happened to the tardis?

you go girls! (gender-neutral)

KATE my BELOVED <3 <3 <3

mad aunty mel <3 <3 <3

4th wall breaking wink? i like it.

YAY I'm SO EXCITEDD!!!!!!!!!!

#doctor who #15th doctor #ruby sunday #ncuti gatwa #millie gibson #kate stewart #mel bush #bonnie langford #well done if you read it #yayy #doctor who season 1 #?#doctor who series 14

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jhui-01 · 3 days

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this line in wuthering waves angered the cn community

So, I’m sure some of you might already know that Kuro Games had to remove one line from the main story after receiving backlash from the Chinese community. It’s a line by Yang Yang in Act 2.

Now, it might not seem like anything in English, cause it’s true that soldiers need to focus on battling, and the people behind the battlefield (aka strategists or generals) will need to think of plans and strategies to win the battle. However, the sentence in CN sounds something like this:

“Soldiers in the frontlines should only put their focus on battling, obeying orders and slaying enemies diligently. The people at the back though, they have a lot more to reconsider and plan.”

This gives off the feeling that frontline soldiers have it easy. All they need to do is just follow orders given, it’s not like they’re the ones losing sleep by planning strategies or anything. Which made many people go ??? Dafuq. What kind of writing is this? What do you mean or what are you implying with this?

Yes, they’re soldiers but they are fighting tooth and nail for your country, your people too. They risk their lives following the strategies and orders given by those at the back. With one simple mistake in your planning, they will be walking straight into the lion’s den and perish. They have children, wives, families and friends waiting for them to return too. This is war?? Lives lost??? Hello? Where’s your empathy, how can you think of them like tools while those strategising are more superior?

And then someone mentioned Jing Yuan from Honkai: Star Rail. In Myriad Celestia Trailer: History of the Xianzhou video, he said this:

“若无全军上下万众一心，谋吾遗计又有何用，仰赖各位云骑交托性命，我必不负所托” / “An army must be one of heart and mind, or skillful sleight of hands is little use. The Cloud Knights entrusted their lives to me, I shall not fail them.”

Basically, what Yang Yang said is the opposite of what Jing Yuan said. In Jing Yuan’s case, he’s saying that if the soldiers at the front are not united to fight to the death, then what’s the point of coming up with battle plans and strategies? They trust me enough to listen to whatever orders I give, so their lives are literally in my hands, thus I will not disappoint or fail them.

So many people think that the line in Wuthering Waves doesn’t really respect the soldiers, and it may come off as condescending? Idk, I’m pretty neutral in this, cause it’s a pretty small matter, just that Kuro Games might have to review some of the things they write because yikes…that line just doesn’t sound too good 😭

Anyways, hope you liked this sharing <3

#wuthering waves #wuwa #honkai star rail #hsr

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