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──★ ˙pairing: Wonho aka Lee Hoseok x Fem!Reader ──★ ˙word count: 7.9k ──★ ˙summary: adjusting to the modern world as a centuries old vampire has been mostly easy for you. however, you can’t recall the last time you’ve had a meal that makes you want to go back for seconds. ──★ ˙contents: gymrat!wonho duh, vampire!reader, SMUT

warnings below the cut!

──★ ˙warnings: very very brief mentions of substance use, p*rn with just a crumb of a plot, biting, mentions of blood, switch!wonho, oral (m receiving), handjob, light overstimulation, fingering, squirting, mating press position, unprotected sex + creampie, please let me know if i missed anything ! ⸜ (｡˃ ᵕ ˂) ⸝

Searching the streets just for a fix. It’s demeaning, depressing and outright pathetic. But it is the price you must pay for becoming complacent and thinking that the hospital wouldn’t cut you off at some point with how much of a glutton you’ve become since finding out that in the city, money and influence is the easiest way to get what you want.

Three month waiting period for just a few pints of blood, my ass you bitterly muttered as you recalled your last visit. The hospital staff was lucky that you had some regard for human life or else you would have simply cleared the blood bank out and possibly killed their personnel for denying you. However, causing a commotion like that would mean risking being chased out of the country and you were just now getting adjusted to life here.

In a superficial modern society with impossible beauty standards and an emphasis on being ‘healthy’ you thought that it would have been a breeze finding someone to feed on. Much to your dismay, a lot of the upper class social circle you had infiltrated was nothing but a bunch of people who only looked perfect on the outside but were practically decaying on the inside. Disgusted was an understatement for how you felt when you discovered that even those who had the means to eat the best foods in the world, access to top of the line healthcare and the best personal trainers were still such revolting sacks of flesh. They were nothing but a human version of the picturesque fruits you would come across in grocery stores, just to bite into them and find that they were tasteless or on the verge of rotting.

The mere memory of your first time in an upscale nightclub is able to induce gagging as you recall the overwhelming stench of putrid blood best described as rusting nails soaked in vinegar and sulfur that surrounded you. A lack of nutrients in the name of trying to stay as thin as possible was the culprit. Substance use often sullied the taste of blood as well, but with the stresses of modern society you understood why people would turn to things like nicotine, alcohol, and the harder drugs to be able to feel okay. Blood from a person who was barely getting enough nutrients as is and used things such as nicotine or amphetamines to further stave off their appetite was sickening enough to send you into a rage. Yet it was something you had been coming across more and more frequently no matter where you ventured on this spinning blue marble called Earth.

And oftentimes, it was what you would have to settle for if you wanted to stay alive. If you had known humanity would come to this, you would have let yourself die eons ago with your loved ones instead of wandering the Earth alone and outliving everyone you had ever grown fond of.

Food is not only a source of energy and necessity for maintaining bodily function. It’s a part of culture and it has the capacity to make people happy. Much like the average human craves the joy of experiencing fine dining at some point in their life or has a favorite food they would like to indulge in, you found yourself craving the blood of someone who ate healthy, took care of their body and abstained from excessive substance use. With the decrease in accessibility to quality blood, the joy of feeding was gone therefore making staying alive feel like a chore.

Letting your sense of smell be your guide rather than waste anymore time walking around aimlessly, your feet followed where your nose led them to. Walking through the city streets at night, there were tons of different scents to be picked up, most of them being unpleasant, but the smell of the finest blood is sweet enough to cut through it all. As you continued down the block, the smell would become overwhelmingly strong and outshine the stench of—must?

Finally looking up, you find that your feet have carried you to a gym. One would think that the gym would have been an obvious place for you to lurk around if you wanted someone with tasty blood, but you had been around during the 1980s steroids boom—combine that with all the fad diets that had came and went, even the people who followed strict regimens in order to look like the epitome of physical health with their low body fat and high muscle percentage were just beefier versions of the rich, waifish looking socialites you called ‘friends’.

Seeing that you weren’t dressed to go to the gym, you wouldn’t dare enter the premises out of fear of attracting unnecessary attention. Lingering around the outside, you’re able to peek through the glass doors and are surprised to see just how many people were exercising at the late hours. Even with enhanced senses, you couldn’t narrow down who had been the source of the delectable fragrance with just vision and there were still too many different scents in the area. Pacing back and forth, you contemplate if you have enough energy to utilize a different vampiric ability to lure out the person you were after.

While lost in thought, the sound of footsteps approaching causes you to snap back into the present moment and panic as you realize just how out of place you must have looked. Examining your surroundings, you notice the nearby bus stop and dash to take a seat at the bench under the covered port. Listening closely for the footsteps, your acute hearing allows you to deduce that the person heading your direction was exiting the very gym you were lurking in front of. And it seems like Lady Luck is finally on your side as that sweet smell you were after was growing stronger as this person neared you. Despite this person still being at least twenty feet away, their scent intoxicates you and makes your stomach twist with this primal desire; truly testing your restraint. The delicious blend of such perfect, untainted blood with hints of sweat and remnants of this fresh scent— maybe from a shower earlier or from their laundry— has you practically salivating. Your hands had been casually resting atop your knees as you sat down but when you lower your head, you see your fingertips digging into your flesh as a means of relieving the tension in your body.

Without even looking up you can feel them heading your direction, the heat radiating off their body and their pheromones taunting you as their scent is so overwhelming you could practically taste it. Forcing yourself to focus before they get any closer, you pick apart the notes of their natural perfume and decipher their profile; your target was male, late twenties to early thirties, and in nearly optimal physical health. You could sniff out a few deficiencies in some vitamins and minerals but in comparison to most you had come across, he was perfect to you. What made him even more ideal in your eyes is that you didn’t even have to exert any energy trying to lure him toward you; it was almost like some sort of natural magnetism had brought him your way. All that was left for you to do was to seal the deal.

“Hey, I know I’m a little sweaty but is it fine if I take the seat next to you?” A voice gently asks you, in contrast to the mildly intimidating shadow they cast over you. “I just did leg day and I’m starting to feel it already.”

“Oh, yeah, it’s fine.” You awkwardly reply as you try to regain composure before facing the stranger. Looking up, you catch sight of the boyishly charming face that doesn’t quite match the muscular body it’s attached to but nonetheless, he’s a sight for sore eyes and the appealing aesthetic is enough to cause you to perk up in excitement. “Are you a member of that gym?” you question in an attempt to keep conversation going despite already knowing the answer.

“Yeah, it’s one of the nicer gyms in the area.” He replies casually. “Since I didn’t see you in the gym, where are you coming from?”

You can’t help but smile at his naturally friendly disposition, knowing just how little effort it’ll be to get into his head when the time is right. Not only would you have a satisfying meal tonight, it was going to be as easy as taking candy from a baby.

“I was looking for a treat at the cafe across the street.” You lie easily, gesturing to the aforementioned building. “But seeing the gym made me lose my appetite.” you add in with a small laugh.

“I’ve thought about stopping by that place but it would defeat the purpose of me going to the gym.” The stranger laughs along with you, contributing to the lighthearted mood of the conversation between the two of you.

Sensing that the bus was approaching soon, you now have to make the decision of how aggressively you want to pursue your meal. Should you slowly seduce him with natural charm or would it be better to eliminate any chances of him rejecting you?

“There’s nothing wrong with the occasional treat—especially if you have a good time burning off the calories.” You remark playfully, eyes catching his and carefully reading his expression; and maybe taking a peek into his soul and inner thoughts for the hell of it.

Just as intended, he had registered your words as vaguely amorous and he was flustered over it. The desire to entertain the flirty conversation is there, but he’s a bit shy and you’ve temporarily left him at a loss for words. Oftentimes you had loathed being immortal for so long however, in this moment you’re thankful you had been around long enough to master the gift of telepathy or else you would have interpreted the handsome man’s lack of response as him being put off by your approach.

“Maybe we can exercise together sometime.” He says, trying his best to keep cool. “My name is Hoseok, by the way.”

You tell him your name and manage to exchange contact information right before the bus arrives. Part of you had anticipated the two of you to part ways at this point and you actually would have to hijack control over the situation and take things into your own hands but much to your surprise, Hoseok seems to have no qualms about inviting you out for drinks at a bar near his place. You have to bite back a laugh at how absurdly easy he’s making things for you without even knowing it, making the prospect of feeding on him even more exciting for you.

Without hesitating, you accept his invite; teasing him and questioning if it was common for him to ask strangers he meets at bus stops for drinks to which he’s only able to respond to with a sheepish laugh. Going along with your banter, he points out how quickly you agreed to spend time with him and you’re backed into a corner; briefly wondering if you should give another go at reading his thoughts. Ultimately, you decide against it in the name of conserving more energy and not wanting to risk bleeding him dry when you finally get your chance to sink your teeth into him. Such a fine piece of man, it’s hard for you to decide where you want to get your first taste. Lean muscle with a low body fat percentage meant biting into his flesh would have the perfect amount of tenderness and juiciness; the idea of it makes your tongue feel heavy in your mouth as you start salivating once more.

Your hunger is only exacerbated by the fact that the bus is packed despite the late hour, forcing you and Hoseok to be packed against each other like sardines. So many other bloodbags- bodies surround you in the small space but the only thing on your mind is him. Your senses desire only him; to smell him and to taste him mostly but touching him and even just looking at him is exciting in their own way. As you hungrily eye the bulky man standing in front of you while his gaze is elsewhere, you can’t help but wonder if he would even feel that much pain if you bit him.

The bus braking aggressively after nearly zooming past a stop with one lone rider waiting causes a majority of the standing passengers to lose balance.

You and Hoseok included.

Stumbling slightly, you try to regain your hold on the handrail above your head only to have another passenger knock into you and cause your body to collide with Hoseok’s. Your first instinct is to mentally curse yourself for being so lost in your thoughts that your reflexes don’t kick in. The second thing that goes through your mind is losing your footing like that probably made you look more human anyway so it’s not something you should shame yourself for. And the third thing, perhaps the most maddening thought, is just how warm and sturdy Hoseok’s frame feels against yours. Time seems to slow down as one of his arms wrap around your shoulders in an almost protective manner as he asks if you’re alright.

On the outside, you give him a small nod of reassurance but on the inside, you’re struggling to keep your cool as you practically feel drunk after getting that close to him. It took every fiber of your being to not sink your fangs into him when you landed face first into his chest. Without even realizing it, you had been trembling from just how excited the physical contact made you and Hoseok had interpreted it as you being cold so he pulled you in even closer.

Your heart thuds against your chest so loud, you can barely hear Hoseok’s thoughts when you read them again.

Something, something— maybe we should just skip the bar and drink at my place.

The rest of his thoughts register to you as just a slurry of word soup with no real meaning because of your inability to focus. You’re so out of sorts just by being in his personal space, you accidentally leave the channel for telepathic communication open right as you think about just how much you crave him.

Right after the thought is completed, you panic and realize he wasn’t meant to hear that; but after that slip up, you wonder if he’s even able to comprehend what just happened. You coyly peek at him through your lashes to gauge his expression but his eyes seem to be fixed on the streets outside of the window as he waits for the bus to arrive at his stop. As much as you desperately want to read his thoughts once more, you had already overdone it. Your body feels just a tad heavier as you let yourself lean further into Hoseok as a means of support, wishing that the trip was over already. Hunger and lust no longer seem like two separate emotions with each second that passes while you’re in his presence. All you want is to—

“Oh, this is our stop.” Hoseok finally says to you after what felt like ages of not speaking; but realistically it was closer to five minutes. The two of you make your way past the other riders and get off the bus, making you realize just how suffocated you felt being in such a small enclosed space with Hoseok’s scent tempting and teasing you. Finally being able to breathe in the cool, night air you’re able to think straight again. Or at least, gain as much clarity as you can with him still being in the vicinity.

“Do you wanna skip the bar and just get some drinks from the convenience store then go back to your place?” You suggest, laying the charm on thick as you smile at him.

And of course, since he had already considered this, he agrees.

Finally getting back to his apartment, you’re encompassed by his fragrance and no longer have to worry about any repercussions of what could happen if you were to lose your grip. The first thing you notice after being invited in was the accent table in the entryway. Your eyes are drawn to the catchall bowl that sits atop it with a lone key fob inside. Just by the smell, you knew for sure Hoseok lived alone, so obviously the car key had to belong to him. But if that was the case, why would he take public transportation? The only logical assumption was that his car wasn’t working right and it was just fate for you to meet him tonight.

“I’m gonna shower since I didn’t get to take one at the gym, is that cool?” Hoseok asks, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Only if you're giving me an invitation for me to join.” You tease, watching the tips of his ears flush a light red color at your bold statement. “I’m kidding, but don’t make me wait too long.”

The two of you share a few more jokes and laughs before he finally goes to take a shower. Just as you wished, Hoseok didn’t keep you waiting for long. He returns to the living room where you had been sitting patiently in a plain t-shirt and grey sweats while drying his hair with a towel. Stray droplets of water bead around his neck and hairline just be wiped away with the cloth as he stalks toward you. Settling down on the couch beside you, the two of you resume the playful conversation from earlier while sharing a few bottles of soju between the two of you.

Carefully pacing yourself, you make sure Hoseok drinks more than you as you pour him shot after shot; encouraging him to indulge himself after a good workout even when he says he needs to take it easy. However, it’s crucial for you to get him to at least match the level of inebriation that you were currently at just from being in his presence. Even without utilizing your vampiric powers, you note how much influence you have over him and how willing he is to listen.

“You know, you don’t have to get me drunk to fuck.” He slurs slightly before chuckling as you pour him another drink.

“You can see right through me.” You play along with him, setting down the bottle and then nudging his glass in his direction. “So, it’s fine if I do this?” Inviting yourself into Hoseok’s personal space, you perch yourself on his lap with your lips ghost along his neck as you await his reply.

“Y-yeah.” He stutters out as he feels your tongue poke out to lap at his skin and baring your fangs, letting him feel the pointed canines right before sinking them into his flesh. You retreat for only a mere few seconds to admire the two parallel puncture wounds that mark his once flawless skin. Diving right back as the two little holes start to drip out the crimson liquid you had been craving all night, you feed on him eagerly.

Just as expected, he tastes absolutely divine. It’s hard for you to pull away from him because every time you think about it, you just want to sink your teeth into a different part of his body and see if some places taste better than others. On top of that, he’s such a delight to feed on him as he just gives in to you; letting himself be lulled into unconsciousness. Despite the amount of blood you were suckling from his neck, that wasn’t enough to stop blood from rushing between his legs and causing his not so little friend to start poking you in the butt.

It seems that you had underestimated just how bewitched you had Hoseok. Wrapped around your pretty little finger, he probably wouldn’t have minded you bleeding him dry. But during the few hours you’ve known him you have grown quite fond of him yourself. You would hate to cut your time together short. Mustering up the will, you finally pull away from his neck, making sure not to leave a single drop left behind after finally getting a good meal.

Seeing that he was passed out and probably having some sort of erotic dream about you, you get up from his lap and peruse around his apartment; getting acquainted with the layout and seeing what things he had kept around. Locating a paper to-do list on the fridge, you quickly scribble your name and number as it seemed like the polite thing to do since you were leaving without bidding him goodbye.

And with that, you see yourself out.

In the following weeks, you thought that you would be fine. You went out and did your thing as usual. But Hoseok remained at the front of your mind at all times. He texted you the day after you went to his apartment, having no clear recollection of what happened. Despite how much you enjoyed talking to him and wanted to see him again, you denied all of his offers to hang out again mainly out of fear of losing control in his presence. But the fact he always wanted to see during daylight hours played a factor in it as well.

It had been so long that you had experienced an emotion like this. You weren’t sure how to cope. Being careful about not killing those you feed on had always been something you worried about; but to feel even an ounce of guilt after feeding on someone was strange. As tasty as he was and how much you craved him, the idea of feeding on him again made you feel bad.

But of course, the universe works in mysterious ways and you would cross paths with him again.

Under flashy club lights, celebrating a friend’s birthday was the last place you expected to run into Hoseok. Before you saw him with your eyes, you were able to sniff out his delectable fragrance.

I guess the city is smaller than I thought.

You muse to yourself as you sip on your cocktail, very aware of how his scent was growing stronger and stronger until he finally made his way to the VIP section you were seated at with your friends. Not wanting to deal with any awkward conversations about why you’ve been avoiding him, you quietly disappear amongst the large group of people and scurry off to get lost on the dance floor. But it’s just no use. The natural connection between you and Hoseok strikes again.

Your time dancing alone doesn’t last very long because some random guy thought it would be appropriate to join you. You turn around to tell him off but he won’t take no for an answer, souring your mood to the point of contemplating playing along with him just so you could suck the literal life from him. However, before the opportunity would arise, a familiar shadow looms over you from behind.

Luckily for you, Hoseok’s mere presence is enough to get the weird guy to take a hint and leave.

Maybe it’s the liquor in your system. Maybe it’s the fact that whenever you’re around him, he serves as your own personal brand of heroin—the dramatic metaphor Edward Cullen used to describe Bella was the only way you could describe your feelings— but you’re not thinking straight when you lean into Hoseok’s firm body, finding comfort in him after the odd encounter you just had. His firm chest is pressed up against your back so you don’t have to worry about getting lost in his eyes. Not yet at least. You take it upon yourself to reach for his arms and wrap them around your waist, urging him to dance with you.

“I thought you were avoiding me, what happened?” Hoseok playfully asks, leaning in close to your ear so you could hear him over the music. It’s such a simple action, but the sound of voice paired with his breath fanning over your neck sends a tingle of excitement down your spine.

“I thought I was, too.” You admit with a small laugh, turning your body in his arms in order to face him. “I wasn’t prepared to see you here.”

“Can you tell me why?” He questions as his expression turns serious.

Eyes meeting his, you can detect the slightest bit of hurt under all the confusion and curiosity. It tugs at your heart to see him wearing that emotion. So much so, it compels you to do the unthinkable.

Wanna know a secret? You tilt your head curiously as you look up at him.

Hoseok’s expression morphs into one of surprise as he realizes that he heard your words but didn’t see your lips move. And even if your lips had moved, it would have been impossible to hear you as clearly as he did. It’s almost as if—

I’m in your thoughts.

Silently, you create some distance from him as you remove his arms from your body just to take his hand into yours and lead him away from the crowd. Weaving through the crowd of people, the two of you go out a backdoor that had been propped open as a feeble attempt to get more airflow into the venue. In the empty alley, the air is dramatically cooler and less humid than inside; it’s refreshing.

“Wanna take a guess about what’s going on?” You ask him as a dallying grin tugs at the corner of your lips. “Don’t say your answer out loud. Just think about it.”

In every single way, the current situation Hoseok finds himself in right now is the opposite of the scenes from Twilight. Yet, it’s the only parallel he could draw right now as he sees your pointed teeth glint under the moonlight.

You could read his mind. You turned down all of his invites for morning coffee dates or lunch. He first met you at night and now he’s seeing you once again under the blanket of nightfall. Before he passed out from what he originally thought was him being too drunk, he remembered you being very interested in his neck.

But those things could be just coincidences, right?

Vampires aren’t real.

Or are they?

Possible proof could be standing right in front of him but the fear of dying in order to find out the truth about what’s supposed to be a fictional creature terrifies him.

“I would never dream of killing you.” You say softly, a small laugh escaping you. “If I wasn’t worried about accidentally bleeding you dry, I wouldn’t have avoided you.”

The sudden confession eases Hoseok’s nerves; but it creates new questions in his mind. Questions that you listen in on and you’re more than happy to answer.

A combination of thoughts with a few more spoken words sprinkled into the mix are exchanged between the two of you before both of you agree on returning to Hoseok’s apartment.

As soon as you make it through the door, you’re all over each other. You move so quickly, it makes Hoseok’s head spin. In just one blink, you had him pushed up against his front door as soon as it closed. While kissing his neck, eager fingers unbuttoning the dress shirt he was wearing. Your lips follow the trail of exposed skin, going lower and lower until you encounter a new obstruction.

His pants.

A soft hand reaches to grasp the semi-erect length hiding under the fabric. Giving it a firm squeeze, you feel it twitch under your touch and grow harder. The little movement amuses you more than you should as Hoseok lets out little whimpers so you repeat the motion until you’ve gotten him fully hard.

“Please,” He whines out. “Touch me more.”

The desperation in his voice is so endearing, it makes you almost want to give in to him. Your fingers slowly inch closer to his belt buckle and you take your time undoing it. Hoseok’s eyes watch every languid action, silently wishing you would pick up the pace. Even if he knows that you could read his thoughts, it doesn’t stop him from thinking about what he wants you to do for him and to him.

“Let me have just one thing. And I’ll do whatever you want.” You say, looking up at him as you yank his belt out of the loops of his pants. “Will you let me have it?’

Without even bothering to question your conditions, Hoseok nods eagerly. Too far gone with lust, he would let you have anything as long as it meant feeling more of your touch. But of course, this type of response is exactly what you expected from him and it pleases you.

Making quick work of the button and zipper on his pants, you hastily yank the fabric down his oh so muscular legs; watching him carelessly kick away the garment once it pools at his ankles. Your hands run up and down his thighs, enjoying the way the muscle feels under your palms before you move in closer; lips ghosting along his inner thigh. Hoseok tenses ever so slightly as you litter kisses so dangerously close to where he wants you but not quite making contact.

Hoseok maintains a close eye on all your actions, anticipating what’s next. But his eyes just can’t keep up with you. He doesn’t see your fangs drag against his skin; he can only feel it but he just assumes it’s your regular teeth. Until he feels a small prick into the meat of his thigh and the sensation of liquid running down his leg. He’s only able to get a glimpse of red dripping along his thigh before your tongue is chasing after it and licking it away. Your mouth covers the two miniscule holes on his thigh before you start suckling.

His head falls back in bliss at the suction on such a sensitive area but he starts to feel lightheaded due to the blood loss. Lapsing in and out of consciousness, he can’t focus on a single thing except for how hard it is to stay afloat.

“Don’t pass out on me now.” You coo gently, digging your nails into his thigh as means of keeping him awake.

Eyes fluttering open at the sound of your words, his gaze returns to you and it’s almost like pure energy was injected into his veins when he sees you pulling off his boxer briefs. He holds his breath as his length practically springs out of its confines. A pearly bead of precum decorates the tip of his cock, prompting you to lap it up. The warmth of your tongue surprises Hoseok and elicits a small gasp of pleasure from him; only for it to turn into a shaky moan as your hand moves to grasp the base of his cock. Placing a gentle kiss on the tip, you feel his cock pulse under your lips before finally taking it into your mouth and swirling your tongue around it.

“Oh fuck—” Hoseok whimpers, encouraging you to take more of him down your throat. With your hand carefully stroking whatever you couldn’t take, you hollow your cheeks and suck him off with a hunger that matches his neediness.

After all, you did tell him you would do whatever he wanted if he let you have what you wanted. And being able to get inside of his head took a lot of the guesswork out of it.

Your tongue is set flat against the underside of his cock, massaging the area with the utmost care as one of the veins throbs with every motion you make. The prettiest moans and whimpers keep falling from him, it’s impossible for you to ignore your desire to keep hearing more of them. So of course, your natural course of action is to not just keep going; but to up the intensity for him.

Just having your lips stretched around his thick length has drool pooling in your mouth and threatening to spill out. As you push yourself further along his cock, greedily cramming the entirety of it past your throat, so much saliva has gathered it doesn’t just help ease him deeper inside; it also starts running down your chin.

Hoseok can barely stand to look at you at this point; the visual is so stimulating it makes him want to cum just from the sight. All of his thoughts are scrambled and he can barely find the words to tell you how good it feels to have you deepthroating his cock with so much gusto. Only a series of gasps and whiny moans are able to come out of him as he feels himself melting under your touch, the door against his back being the only source of stability he has since his legs were starting to feel like jelly trying to keep himself up. The warm heaven your mouth and throat send him to is almost too much to take—especially when paired with the lewd sounds of you gagging on his cock and his thoughts of how good your pussy must feel—

“Please—” Hoseok rasps out, a shaky hand reaching for the back of your head.

“You want to stop already?” You ask mockingly as you pull your mouth off of him, opting to slowly jack him off; the slick sounds of your hand tugging on his length filling in the silence between you as he tries to find the words to convey his feelings. “We’re just getting started.” You pout, moving your hand slower as you enjoy the salacious noises created by his sopping wet cock being pumped by you.

“N-no! Don’t stop, it’s too good.” He cries out, feeling your grip tighten each time it passes over the sensitive tip of his cock. “It’s so fucking good.” He gasps, writhing under your touch as more pre cum leaks out of him adding to the wet mess of saliva you had created and contributing to the sloppy symphony as you pleasure him with your hand.

“Please what, then? What do you want?” You taunt, looking up at him as you feel his cock throbbing under your touch.

His face is flushed as he shyly meets your intense gaze, trying not to stumble on his words after trying so hard to string together a coherent sentence.

“Please…let me cum.” He barely gets out, another pathetic moan nearly cutting him off mid sentence.

Your hand picks up the pace; coaxing him to his finish but as he needily bucks into your fist, you decide to let Hoseok chase after his own climax just for your own amusement. Watching him closely, you observe how his chest rises and falls quicker with his moans coming more frequently. He was so beautiful like this, he could probably make the Greek gods green with envy. His body tenses as his orgasm rapidly builds. With one more tight tug of his cock, his seed spills all over your hand, some of it falling into your lap.

Your hand slows down, but you don’t stop your ministrations as you force Hoseok to ride out his climax no matter how much he whines.

“I’m so sensitive. It’s too much.” He pants out; yet his body says otherwise as he’s still bucking into your hand, the sticky mess of cum making him glide in and out of your fist easier.

“You like it though,” You laugh as you give his cock another squeeze, prompting more of the milky substance to seep out of the tip. “You really wanna end it here?”

Standing up from your kneeling position, you finally release his cock from your hold and lap up the secretion clinging to your skin while observing Hoseok’s current state. His eyes are glossed over, in a daze as he watches you hungrily lick his cum off of your fingers. It isn’t until you have swallowed the last drop, he recovers from his post orgasm haze and feels revitalized. You can practically see the life return in his eyes and the moment he regains his energy, his posture straightens before lunging forward to toss you over his shoulder then haul you to his bedroom.

For a human, he moves pretty swiftly and it impresses you. You’re further enamored by his strength; knowing that being able to lift you so easily was no feat to scoff at. When he tosses you onto the mattress, it causes the short cocktail dress you had been wearing to ride up and conveniently exposes your lace panties to him.

Hoseok is only able to admire you for a few seconds before the urge to touch you overwhelms him. Mentally, he wrestles with whether he should go straight for the treasure between your legs or if he should ease into it and take his time. But of course, you make the choice easy when you’re able to pick up on those thoughts. He looms over you, caging you in his arms, looking down at you with lust thinly veiled by that boyish charm you find yourself so enthralled by.

One hand slips into the fabric of your panties, making your lips part in a silent gasp. Hoseok’s touch is rough against your skin and he moves with an eagerness that excites your senses. His fingers gently gather the arousal that was leaking out of you before going to circle your swollen clit, causing a small moan to escape you. He’s fascinated by your mere existence; he didn’t think that the flesh of a vampire could be so warm. He wants to feel more of you.

Rather than rely on you telling him how to do things, Hoseok is eager to learn how to please you; letting your noises and body’s reactions guide him. Massaging your clit at varying speeds and pressures; bringing you so close to climaxing just from stimulating the small bundle of nerves then stopping when you were about to cum. He was a more attentive lover than you could have imagined and it doesn’t take long until you’re practically dripping all over his fingers and pleading for him to put them inside you. Not one to disappoint, he tears your skimpy underwear off your body; tossing the tattered fabric off to the side carelessly.

His digits were completely covered in your arousal after the lewd petting so when he goes to slip his middle finger into your weeping hole, it slides in easily and is immediately followed by a second. You moan out loud at the intrusion and instinctively pull Hoseok in for a kiss to quiet yourself. His kisses are slow and tender, a stark contrast to the way his thick fingers fuck your sopping cunt. The heat of his lips against yours is an addictive sensation, but you end up breaking the kiss when his fingers roughly thrust into the sensitive, spongy spot within your walls.

“Feel good?” He gently asks as his fingers slow down, deliberately rubbing up against that spot with more vigor. You think you let out some sort of positive affirmation to him—you’re not sure because your mind can only focus on how good you’re feeling—but his fingers pick up the pace once more, his palm slapping against your clit every time he thrusts deep inside.

“F-fuck, just like that.” You slur, bucking your hips against his fingers, desperate to reach your climax and regain at least some of your mental clarity.

It’s impossible to ignore the slick noises your cunt makes as Hoseok’s fingers work to coax your climax out of you. You’re writhing against the sheets as the two digits inside you pound into you at an ungodly pace; and just when you thought it couldn’t get better, you feel his thumb rubbing at your clit to give you consistent stimulation there. The white hot heat that pools in the pit of your stomach burns brighter and hotter with every action Hoseok makes; your legs shaking and moans constantly pouring from your lips. With a shrill exclamation of his name, your back arches off of the mattress, vision going blurry. You can barely process what’s happening as before you’re squirting all over his fingers and soiling the sheets beneath you.

Eyes fluttering closed, you take a moment to yourself to even out your breathing and gather your thoughts. The bunched up fabric around your midsection suddenly feels constricting despite you having it on for a good portion of the evening so you take it upon yourself to yank it off your body as Hoseok’s fingers help you ride out the remains of your climax.

He had been eyeing your juicy pussy the whole time. Watching you squirt was one of the most erotic things he’s seen and he desperately wants a taste of you. The only thing stopping him is his uncertainty about whether you would like it if he dove back in so soon after your orgasm. His thoughts are so loud now that you’re not so consumed with lust.

Unfortunately for him, eating you out is a privilege he has not earned yet. He would have to wait for another time. You can see his expression briefly become sullen once you relay the thought to him, but you put an emphasis on the fact that there will be a next time which makes him perk right up.

So, for now he would be satisfied with licking your remains off of his fingers after he pulls them out of you.

“Oh, wow.” You muse as you prop yourself up on your elbows, getting a better look at him. “Your little friend is up after I fed on you and milked you dry? Aren’t you something special?”

Your gaze fixes itself between Hoseok’s legs and you wonder how long he had been sporting that hard on; and also, why on Earth did it look bigger than before? In all your time of being alive and playing with your food, never had you seen a man so lively after being drained of two bodily fluids.

Sitting back on his knees and no longer looking down at you, he blesses you with some more eye candy; letting you ogle at him for a bit and really take in just how well built he was. Your eyes trail up the expanse of his body before you meet his and realize the needy expression he now wears.

“Can I please fuck you now?” He asks the dirty question so sweetly, how could you possibly say no? The mere sound of his words make you wanna jump on him. The only thing that stops you from doing so is the fact that you wanna know what exactly he’s capable of.

Beckoning him closer to you, you invite Hoseok to fill the space between your parted legs, silently relinquishing all control to him.

With one hand wrapped around the base of his cock, you watch as he taps the swollen head against your overly sensitive clit; a shiver running down your spine at the sensation. You’re only able to watch in a lust filled haze as Hoseok drags his cock against your pussy, happily coating it in your arousal. Once his thick length is nice and wet, he eases the tip into you slowly. Just as the first inch slides in, you feel your toes go numb as he stretches you out. As Hoseok sinks deeper into you, your eyes roll back at the pain laced with pleasure. He may have done an amazing job at making you cum with his fingers, but now your walls were so tight and sensitive; trying to take in the girth of his cock isn’t easy. It hurts but you’re begging him for more; and Hoseok eagerly obliges, filling you up to the hilt and just admiring the way your cunt molds to fit him.

Taking a hold of your thighs in each hand, he pushes them against your chest, leaving your ankles to dangle over his shoulders. Leaning into you, the weight of his body presses you into this excruciating folded position but the mild discomfort is easily overshadowed by just how deep you feel his cock. His balls press against your ass, catching the arousal that leaks from your center before his hips draw back just to deliver you a hard thrust that sets the tone for the rest that follow, a choked out gasp slips out of you.

Your eyes roll back into your head as Hoseok fucks you into the sheets, your mind becoming scrambled and only able to focus on how good he makes you feel. Good was a gross understatement for the pleasure he gives you but it would have to suffice with how hazy your mind was.

It doesn’t take long until he’s desperately rutting into you, the sound of skin slapping against skin mixed in with your moans and Hoseok’s heavy panting filling his otherwise silent bedroom.

“Oh my god,” He rasps out. “How are you so wet?” His question comes out as a breathless whisper. Both of you are able to feel the gush of arousal that seeps out of your pussy at the sound of his voice but rather than make another comment on it, he thrusts into you faster. You snap out of your daze just to watch Hoseok’s head fall back as he loses himself in the feeling of how wet and warm your walls around his cock.

“There, fuck, right there!” You barely get out between moans as the angle of his thrusts shift ever so slightly and hits that spongy spot inside of you that makes you see stars. Half lidded eyes focus on how much more attractive he appears as he’s pounding away at your g-spot, eager to make you cum again.

Your legs shake and your moans get breathier and whinier. All the tell tale signs of you being extremely close to cumming were there, but it still took you by surprise when your walls squeezed down impossibly tight on his dick. You shiver as your climax hits you, your juices trickling down on to his length that’s still moving in and out of you as he’s now able to selfishly chase after his own orgasm. Breathy whimpers fall from you as he continues to stimulate your walls, fucking you through your climax and prolonging the sensation of euphoria overtaking your body.

“W-where should I cum?” Hoseok asks, looking down at you with pupils blown out with lust and the neediest expression on his face.

“Wherever you want.” You tell him as a tired smile graces your features, your hand reaching to stroke his cheek fondly. You see it in his eyes, the notion of being allowed to cum where he wanted excites him even more. He pummels into your pussy at his fastest speed yet, searching for his own little slice of heaven within your walls. With the most beautiful sound you’ve heard, he finally unleashes his load inside of you, filling you to the brim with his cum. You sigh happily as you let him take a few more moments to ride out his climax before slipping your legs off of his shoulders and carefully pulling yourself off of his cock.

Hoseok’s orgasm had sapped the last bit of energy he had out of him as he slumped onto the bed, lying opposite of you. Satisfied with your encounter with him, you kiss his forehead and wish him sweet dreams before you bid him goodbye.

You would disappear before the sun started to rise, but once it was nightfall, you would happily return to him.

#monsta x imagines #monsta x fanfiction #monsta x scenarios #monsta x smut #wonho scenarios #wonho smut #wonho imagines #wonho x reader #lee hoseok smut #kpop smut #sttks writing

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xenodile · 2 years

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The MCH job stone is blank because in the setting of XIV guns are not widespread and machinistry is a new discipline, with the WoL being one of the first. This means that none of the MCH skills are inherited from previous generations of Machinists, because there aren't any.

Your MCH job trainer, Stephanivien, mentions inventing a few of the devices the WoL uses as a MCH, such as the Aetherocharger, Rook Autoturret, Wildfire bomb, Autocrossbow and Drill shot, but this only goes up to about level 60. From 61 onwards, new devices and abilities the WoL gets as a MCH are of their own design and invention.

Such devices include:

Modifying the Autocrossbow to fire alternate ammunition

The Air Anchor, a projectile that shreds its target by deploying harpoons on impact

A pair of circular saws connected by a length of chain that is fired from a personel weapon

A fast acting chemical weapon

A flamethrower

Converting the Rook into the Automaton Queen, a bipedal battle robot with a pilebunker

A pump action shotgun

An upscaled version of the Rook that functions as a satellite laser (LB3)

The WoL as a MCH is canonically just as capable of an inventor as Cid, but all their creative energy goes towards weapons of incredible violence.

#David plays FFXIV

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francesminos-tt · 12 days

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this joff https://x.com/foreurydice/status/1794199858523591152?t=Bxmcv0Pbjdi2zIRXjpt-ig&s=19

w this daeron

https://x.com/foreurydice/status/1794199763107410256?t=Bxmcv0Pbjdi2zIRXjpt-ig&s=19

I wrote some prompts before which fit this fancast quiet well. You can find them here↓

I also wrote a new scene between them.

When Joffrey arrived at the polo field, the sun had already been high up in the sky, which meant he was late. He yawned and rubbed the back of his neck, trying to ease the stiffness from sitting in front of the screens for too long. He squinted his eyes, realizing belatedly that he had forgotten his sunglasses. To be fair, Joffrey was mostly nocturnal, so he didn’t need sunglasses to begin with. In fact, he wouldn’t even be here if not for his mother’s persistence.

Something moved inside his hoodie, followed by a soft meow. Joffrey pulled the zip down a bit more to reveal a black kitten hiding in his collar.

“Sorry, buddy,” Joffrey gave the kitten a small pat on the head, “let’s go inside and I will find you something to eat.”

The kitten meowed happily as if it could understand Joffrey’s words. Normally, kittens weren’t supposed to eat anything other than formulated cat food, but Tyraxes was different. Joffrey was trying to feed it with raw meat in an attempt to recreate the kitten’s natural diet. Joffrey knew there would be a buffet after the polo game, and judging by the upscale reception, the buffet must be extravagant as well. Joffrey was sure he could find some salmon sashimi, caviar, or other delicacies to feed his cat.

“Excuse me, sir. You need to go through security first.” The receptionist stopped Joffrey as the brunette was trying to bypass security, “May I see your invitation, please?”

“Eh, I don’t have an invitation. My mom just told me to get my ass down here.” Joffrey replied as he took off his headphone, “I am late, you know. My family must have already gone inside.”

The receptionist looked Joffrey up and down, as if trying to determine if the boy was telling the truth. A polo game was a formal event that required a special dress code. The guests didn't need to come in suits and ties, but hoodies, sweatpants and trainers were considered inappropriate. The boy who claimed to be one of the honored guests was dressed wrong in every possible aspect. His hair wasn’t even properly slicked. Wait, was there something moving inside his hoodie?

“I am sorry, sir, what is the-”

“No, don't move, Tyx, buddy-” Joffrey tried to make the kitten stop, but the small ball of fur seemed determined to break out of his hoodie. The kitten stomped on Joffrey’s chest before leaping out and running towards the security check. The security guy tried to stop it, but the kitten was too quick to catch.

“Shit, shit, shit!” Joffrey cursed, “Come back, Tyx! You little devil!”

The brunette ran after his kitten, leaving the stunned receptionist and the security guy behind.

“Sir! You cannot go inside!” The receptionist almost shouted, “Stop right there, or we’ll have to call the authorities.”

Two security officers blocked Joffrey’s way. Unlike their colleagues at the entrance, these two were obviously professionals. Black suits, sunglasses, and vest, more like special ops than security officers at the polo game. There was no doubt that Joffrey’s limited experience of boxing could not get him pass these two guys, so he opted for a different approach.

“Wow, wow, guys, take it easy.” Joffrey put his hands up in surrender, “I just want to find my cat, okay? I do have an invitation. If you just let me grab my phone-”

“Don't play smart.” One of the guys said in a booming voice.

“I am not playing anything, okay?” Joffrey tried to appear innocent, because he really needed to get his kitten back as soon as possible. It was the first time he took Tyx to such a populated place, so he was getting more and more worried that his kitten would get stuck in some unimaginable places. Joffrey would never forgive himself if anything happened to his cat.

Unfortunately, the security officers didn't buy his story. Shit, Joffrey shouldn't have come here in his gamer outfit. Well, he didn't have really have a proper outfit for this formal occasion, but at least he could fish out the blazer his mother bought him for his 18th birthday. Nobody would believe a young man in hoodies and trainers was an invited guest to the polo game.

Joffrey was about to try again and argue his way out of the situation, but his savior beat him to it.

“What are you doing here, Joff?” A young man with blonde hair walked towards them. Compared to Joffrey’s messy outfit, the man was dressed smartly and elegantly. White polo shirt and grey pants, paired with a nicely polished leather oxfords. His hair was in a classy preppy style, brushed neatly to the back to reveal his youthful face. The newcomer was handsome and proper, but what attracted Joffrey the most was the ball of black fur pressed to the man’s fine shirt.

“Tyx!”

“I found it near the field.” The man said, cradling the kitten tighter, “I recognized it immediately, so I thought I would bring it to you. You must be worried.”

“Do you know this gentleman, Mr. Daeron?” The receptionist asked after he finally caught up with them.

“Oh, yes.” Daeron smiled, “He’s my nephew, Joffrey. His family is looking for him.”

“I am so sorry, Mr. Daeron. I didn’t know.” The receptionist’s face turned white as if he had just been sacked, “Please, forgive me, Mr. Joffrey.”

“It’s okay.” Joffrey waved his hand dismissively as he took the little kitten from Daeron, “Can I go inside now?”

“Of course.” The receptionist attitude changed dramatically after learning Joffrey’s identity, “Have a nice day, Mr. Joffrey.”

Hypocrite, Joffrey murmured as he walked with Daeron inside the pavilion.

“Why are you so late?” Daeron asked, walking shoulder by shoulder with Joffrey, their hands brushing against each other, “Were you up all night playing video games again?”

“No.” Joffrey replied.

“Liar.” Daeron reached out to touch the dark circle under Joffrey’s eyes, “Where did these dark circles come from?”

“I was doing a speed run,” Joffrey pouted, unaffected by the fact that his lies had just been exposed, “and I succeeded! Check the world rank.”

“I know you are good at gaming.” Daeron pinched Joffrey’s puffed cheeks before planting a quick kiss on them, “But you need to sleep from time to time. You do know that humans cannot live without sleep, right?”

“I would be sleeping if mother didn't insist that I come here.” Joffrey’s cheeks turned bright pink, but he didn't seem to mind the blonde kissing him.

“It’s the biggest event Targ Group has sponsored so far this year.” Daeron explained, “Your mother gave a wonderful speech on the opening ceremony.”

“Why are you here then? I don't think your mother will be too pleased about you showing up.” Joffrey followed Daeron to a pavilion decorated with fresh flowers and ribbons, “Where are we going?”

“To the buffet.” Daeron stepped aside to let Joffrey in first, a gentleman he was, “You must be hungry after skipping breakfast.”

“How do you know I skipped breakfast?”

Daeron smiled warmly and brushed a stray curl from Joffrey’s face.

“You always skip breakfast after an all-nighter.” The blonde said, “You are here mostly for the buffet, aren’t you?”

“No,” Joffrey pouted again, which was a telltale indication that he was lying, “I am here to support my family.”

“Your family doesn't need much support.” Daeron said, “But I do.”

“You?” Joffrey tilted his head to the side confusingly, “You haven't answered my question yet. Why are you here?”

“To participate in the game, silly.” Daeron couldn't help but lean in and kiss the boy again. How could Joffrey be so adorable when he was deprived of sleep?

Right. Joffrey almost forgot. Daeron was an excellent polo player who had his own horse called Tesserion. The blonde was the epitome of modern day aristocrat. He went to private school, participated in sports like polo and tennis, and had been the honor student all his life. He was now studying his way to his first doctor degree. Joffrey never respected anyone from THAT side of the family, but Daeron was different, if you could call your uncle/boyfriend different.

“You didn't tell me.” Joffrey said lamely.

“In fact I did, but you were too focused on your game then. You must have missed it.”

Joffrey didn't know how to react other than being utterly embarrassed. He was a lame boyfriend who didn’t pay enough attention.

“Don't worry. I am not blaming you, Joff.” Daeron shrugged, “I like it when you are so focused on something.”

“The tabloids don't share your opinion. I am clearly a disgrace of the family. My brothers were all superstars in their own fields, while I only got admitted to college because mother made a handsome donation.” Joffrey said. He didn't feel ashamed about it, but what he just said was true. He never liked academics, or sports for that matter, though he was a decent athlete.

“Your talent lies elsewhere. That’s all. Those who think otherwise just don't get it.” Daeron said with such seriousness that Joffrey believed him immediately.

“You are my boyfriend,” Joffrey murmured, “you only see the good in me.”

Daeron chuckled as he took the brunette’s hand into his. The game was yet to start, but the buffet was already laid out. Joffrey whistled happily when he found a giant sushi boat.

“Look, Tyx,” Joffrey raised the kitten up, “your favorite salmon!”

Daeron couldn’t help but smile. He wasn’t lying earlier. Joffrey was indeed a very talented person, though his talent wasn’t common fields. Unlike Daeron, Joffrey was never academic, but he was smart in his own way. He was creative in his gameplay, and his twitch account had over 1M subscribers. Joffrey might not be an artist like his brother Lucerys, but he did a fair amount of fanart for his favorite comics. Joffrey was so popular online that Daeron would sometimes be so jealous of Joffrey’s followers that he wanted to tell them to stay away from his wonderful boyfriend. Daeron was not as perfect as he looked. He was a jealous, obsessive boyfriend that wanted Joffrey only for himself.

“You go get Tyx some salmon.” Daeron said, tucking a strand of curls behind Joffrey’s ear, “I’ll bring you some food.”

“I want chips, and soda.”

“Baked veggies and sparkling water, got it.”

“Daeron!” Joffrey complained, but his boyfriend was already gone.

#house of the dragon #hotd #joffron #my asks #joffrey velaryon #daeron x joffrey #daeron the daring

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hi! I'm a fan of your work and am trying to learn ai myself, could you tell me a bit about your process? keep up the good work :D

thank you! everything i do these days is rendered in automatic1111 stable diffusion, run locally on my computer (on my nvidia rtx 3060 gpu w/ 12gb of vram). i train my own base models with kohya trainer XL and LoRA models with kohya LoRA trainer XL, both of which i usually run on google colab (on an nvidia a100 gpu because training models is a lot more resource intensive than rendering images).

most of what i do is less about the text prompt and more about the models used. in fact, i tend to recycle through a lot of the same text prompts over and over (with only minor changes to them) as i test out the models that i've trained. i think the most creative part of working with ai is in training models. text prompting is just the surface of it, but training ai is where you're really starting to create something that no one else can exactly replicate (unless they literally steal your dataset and settings). it is an extraordinarily fascinating form of creative expression that is unlike anything in human history... basically wrangling a blank slate machine intelligence to do your bidding by teaching it.

i do a lot of experimenting with the datasets that i use to train models. some are trained on more specific subjects or aesthetics, while others are trained on more symbolic concepts. then i combine these models when rendering images (the nice thing about LoRA models is that you can combine many models in a single text prompt). when i find combinations that seem particularly cool, i'll render a whole series of images and use those as a dataset to train a new model. then i'll combine that model with other models and sort of continue this evolutionary process of training and retraining models, using datasets comprised mostly of previously rendered images.

the datasets for my earliest models started with things like this (i would just slowly collect random cool images that captured a vibe that i liked, categorize them with other similar images, and eventually train a model on that specific vibe):

whereas now they're usually trained on images i previously rendered that share a specific vibe.

training models is definitely an art form itself... a lot of very delicate settings, how/if the dataset is tagged (the process of describing what is in each image to help the ai identify what it is analyzing during training), the specific images that comprise the dataset (1 bad/confusing image can sometimes really negatively impact the resulting model), etc. this is a whole HUGE subject that i could write FOREVER about, but i'll spare you (and myself) the endless wall of text haha.

anyway, some final gritty details worth mentioning about the workflow of actually rendering images and getting as much coherent detail as possible out of it: when i render something i like in automatic1111, i'll usually re-render it with hires fix using the LDSR upscaler to upscale it x2. some models don't play nicely with upscaling (and things can come out warped), so i'll either try again at x1.5 or x1.25 or try reducing the denoising strength (i typically like to keep it around 0.5). assuming the model(s) used do play nice with upscaling, i'll sometimes then send it over to the "img2img" tab and upscale it again x2 using the "SD upscale" script with the LDSR upscaler (denoising set to around 0.3 here). occasionally i'll upscale it x4 one last time using Real-ESRGAN (and then resize it down to something normal, since by this point the image resolution can exceed 10,000x10,000 pixels lol), which can help to smooth out any rough textures. the final step is making any last adjustments in photoshop - things like contrast or cleaning up noise / stray pixels.

hope this helps and hope it isn't too much of a mess to read haha. i really tried to condense as much of my process as i could into something as short as possible (i actually deleted 3 paragraphs during this because it was getting way too deep and i don't want to burden anyone with a boring novel of overly specific details). there are a lot of tutorials out there regarding everything i've mentioned here; reddit and youtube are probably the best resources. if you have specific questions on anything though, feel free to reach out! i'm always down to help folks get into this.

#stable diffusion #photoshop #digital art #ai #artificial intelligence #generative art #ai art #synthography #ask

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therewasatale · 1 year

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Rocky Beginnings

On Ao3.

Summary: Jedi Master Samuel Vimes meets his clones at the first time. They weren't ready for him.

The small craft landed with a metallic clang into the hangar bay.

Most of the clones heard about jedi, and were familiar with the sleek fighters they usually employed as transportation. However, that wasn’t it.

It was about the size of a troop transport and looked as if someone upscaled a gonk droid and strapped a couple of thrusters on it. It had a sloppy paintjob, or more accurately it had multiple, a great variety of it, in various stages of chipping. The “shuttle” stood on three landing struts, all of them different make, and one of them obviously the wrong size giving the ship a slightly lopsided look.

The side airlock opened with a great sigh, like a disinterested giant, and the metal slab impacted the hull of the Venator with too much force, making a small dent.

Approximately 300 clones waited in silence, staring at the ship from behind their helmets, waiting to meet the jedi that will lead them to battle.

Four figures appeared in the darkened hallways and walked out; the first three of them were obviously bodyguards of some kind, although shoddily dressed. They all wore faded red cloaks, with brown leather clothes and pitted armour plates. The armour was not too dissimilar from the ones worn by the clones Mandalorian trainers once upon a time, but it was made out of different styles, it was obvious someone just put them together with whatever scraps they could get to.

The bodyguards were not too athletic or professional either.

The one on the left was obviously overweight, and looked around with a slightly vacant expression admiring the shiny metal of the bulkheads.

The another one on the right was small, and had a great resemblance to a Kowakian Monkey-Lizard, except those usually had beaks instead of scraggly little stubbles.

And the one in the middle, was about a head and a half shorter than the average clone trooper, he was wearing a five o’clock shadow nursed to a three day one, and was somewhere in the middle of his two companions in general physical fitness, but at least this one had a disinterested meanness usually worn by guards everywhere.

The jedi on the other hand in the back was about a same height as the troopers, even a little bit taller, and was the most perfect physical specimen the clones have ever seen. He had muscles upon muscles, just in the right places and his armour pieces were although obviously repaired, they shone brighter than the chrome surfaces in the kaminoan medical facilities. His face looked as if it was carved by mining lasers, and exuded a sort of natural leadership that would make people immediately follow him into even the densest blaster fire.

The clones immediately threw themselves into attention and saluted. Their clone commander stepped forward. The bodyguards clearly reading his body language stepped aside, although the mean looking one seemed to smirk a little. He started to search around in his clothes and took out a cigar.

"Master Samuel it is an honour to meet you," said the commander and he himself also saluted.

The jedi master seemed a little shy, as he blushed at the greeting and coughed. "Erm, it’s an honour to meet you too, but I am not Master Samuel, I am Carrot Ironfounderson, erm, technically I am a padawan.” The last word echoed around the hangar bay and inside the clone commander's head.

There was the sound of a lightsabre igniting behind the commander, and as he glanced back, he realised the mean-looking bodyguard was using an orange blade to light up his cigar. He stared, mesmerised at the man who shut off the ancient martial weapon he used and stuffed it into his pocket.

"Well, nice to meet you too Commander. I'm Samuel Vimes Jedi Master. Call me Vimes, or Mr. Vimes if you must, but I swear to the force if you try to call me Master Samuel, or your excellency I will put my boot up your ass."

The clone commander stepped back as if he was subjected by a force push and rallied himself. This conversation shouldn't go down like that, he wasn't told or taught about deal with a jedi like him.

"I-, of course, sir. I'm sorry we just didn’t have any pictures and-"

"And I look like some shabbily dressed mercenary or city guard." Grinned Vimes and blew out a puff of smoke. "That’s because I want to seem like one. And anyway, what's the point of walking around in bathrobes? They offer no protection I tell you."

"Master!" Carrot, cleared his throat. "I read a lot about the mainline Jedi order on the way around here and the way they do things are-"

"Idiotic? Antiquated? Dumber than a bantha on heavy sedative?"

There was a pause in the hangar bay, then Carrot finally spoke up in a conciliatory tone.

"I was going to say very traditional and philosophical, ma-” but, before he could finish Vimes interjected.

"Carrot I have two boots, one for you and one for the commander, we have talked about this before. You call me Mr. Vimes too, sir, if you really want to, and anyway they mean the same thing."

The Commander was really glad he had a helmet on because he was staring slack jaw at the two jedi. He turned his attention only for a second towards the other two people, the smaller man who could have been a human, or perhaps an overgrown Jawa, was in the process of picking up and pocketing a mouse droid from the floor. It made a faint bweeeep before it disappeared into the folds on his cloak. The Commander's horror only grew.

The jedi master must have misunderstood his look because he coughed.

"Oh yes sorry, this is Jedi Knight Fred Colon." He indicated towards the rotund men who saluted towards the clones in a well-practiced way. "And Nobby Nobbs. Beats me what he is, he can use the force but we won’t give him a crystal otherwise he will sell it on the black market like the last two."

The one called Nobby also saluted, his was much sloppier and barely made an effort.

Finally, Vimes faced again the clone. "Sorry Commander, I haven’t asked your name yet?"

"My designation is CC-2274 Ma-," he hesitated and stuck with a noncommittal, "General.”

"And my badge number back home is AMCW 177, but now that we got to know each other mathematically, I asked for your name, lad." He let out another puff of smoke, making it curl and spread around him. The clone commander cleared his throat.

"I don’t have a name sir."

Vime's cigar stopped halfway towards his mouth, now it was his turn to stare. "You are pulling my plonker."

"I'm not familiar with that colloquialism sir, but if you mean I am joking then, no sir."

Vimes blinked slowly and turned his head back towards his padawan. "Carrot you said you read about what’s happening in the wider galaxy, what the hell is he on about?"

"You remember I told you about it, sir, that they are clones?"

Vimes grumbled and dropped his cigar on the ground before stomping it into the bulk plate. "I get that Carrot, that doesn’t mean they shouldn’t have names.

"The Kaminoans didn’t gave us any, they didn’t want to encourage individuality. And I was always rigidly following regulations," said the commander with an even voice.

Vime's face became rigid, as if somewhere deep-down rage was boiling inside, a very un-jedi like emotion as the Commander heard, but he had no idea what did he say to make him angry. "I am sorry sir but it’s true, sir."

"Even slaves on the outer rim have names, I won’t have people treated like that under me, understood? I don’t care if you are clones or droids or what have you, you work under me, you have a name, and get some hobbies, a tattoo maybe-"

"But sir we are made to be soldier in a war we have no need to." Vime's rage seemed to grew and the bulk plate creaked ominously under his foot.

"That’s the other thing. No. You're now not soldiers in a war. You all are peacekeepers in the pursuit of a dangerous criminal. I said to the Order that I will come back to catch that bastard Vetinari and that’s what I am going to do. If they want to play soldier it’s their prerogative, but I sure as the Force won’t be doing that."

"Sir, but-, but we aren’t trained for that!" The Commanders disciple was finally broken through by the ridiculousness of the situation.

The Jedi master looked into the eyes of his helmet squarely.

"That’s okay. We will teach you." The jedi master relaxed and stepped beside the Commander patting his shoulder with a small and yet understanding smile. "We start tomorrow, get a name, and shock baton. We will make peacekeepers out of you all in no time." With that he began walking towards the interior of the hangar nodding to the assembled clones mumbling in a barely audible voice. "Force dammit I never asked for this bloody lot of people under me. Carrot do you know where our rooms is?"

The commander stood there stunned for a couple of seconds, almost a full minute before he managed to gather himself enough to fully straighten himself out and give the order for the other clones to return to their duty. They were chatting excitedly about what happened and he couldn’t blame them. They have gotten a difficult jedi.

CC-2274 could only envy the likes of Commander Rex and Commander Cody who have gotten easier ones to handle.

#Discworld #discworld fanfiction #star wars #star wars fanfiction #The Copper Sabre AU #Commander Vimes #sam vimes #fred colon #nobby nobbs #carrot ironfoundersson #samuel vimes #vimes #The Clone Wars #clone wars #star wars clone wars #copper #The Emperor in Silver

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lapetiteseductress · 2 years

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some updates on my progress so far...

quick update: my workout routines are coming together and i'm starting to make progress with my weight loss! i did notice during my workout today that i started to experience *some* knee pain ; i think it might be "runner's knee" due to not having enough support in my shoes so i'm going to buy some insoles for runners and see if that helps.

update 10-1-2022: i ordered some runner's insoles from Amazon; they should arrive on Monday. i'll give them a try the same day (or tuesday and see how they work!)

just in case, i'm looking at other workouts i can do for a few days that don't involve a lot of walking, cardio or lots of knee movements.

i'm also thinking about asking my benefactor for an online personal trainer; online because there's no upscale gyms where i live so what's the point lol i also just want to make sure that i'm doing certain moves right but i don't need a routine crafted for me.

been mostly following the cabbage soup diet this week and i say mostly because i'm pretty sure i had an ice cream sandwich, chips, a glass of chardonnay and some chocolate truffles throughout the week lol.

started my new skincare routine; of course it's too soon to give a review on anything but i will say that my daytime routine isn't as long as i thought it was going to be, really easy to do, i didn't time it (yet) but it couldn't have been over 15 minutes!

will update with my night routine in a few hours!

update 10-7-2022: haven't implemented my night routine yet (lol), but i did try the insoles out, they did help but i did experience some knee pain. i'm going to limit the amount of cardio/walking i do and give standing pilates a try and see how that works.

#leveling up #glo up #level up journey #self improvement #musings

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vibraqua · 2 months

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[ Oh, what a shame. ]

These words and the like he heard the other night played through his head often, like a mystery being pondered. It was a trail left for the diligent to discover. He by no means was on a huge investigation. However, it felt more important to him than he could ever admit. So now, he slips through the doors a a marvelous art-noveau mansion, and would take a seat among the gallery of fellow observers.

"Your tea, sir." a maid would carefully and soundlessly place the teacup of fragrant beverage before the spectator.

His eyes were as sharp as they were the day following that party he hosted. Commemorating the hard work of those that worked at La Couronne, it was also a display of the cooks' skills. They all brought a dish or two of their own genius - with wine to go around as well as plenty of laughs and smiles. It carried to the following work day. Nothing was out of the ordinary. Except...

The next opponent approaches the stage. The bracket was particularly intense, with the two challengers capable of mega evolution. It was something Siebold was looking forward to : an unbeaten consecutive winner at the Battle Subway in the Unova Region, and a veteran of Johto's Battle Tower. For the duration of the match, Siebold's gaze was unbroken. He remembers, very fondly, the lie that was told to him. It was an obvious lie, one relayed so confidently to his face. A quick and unwitting lie. The night of the party, everyone partook in every food on that dining table, except for one. A burnt and absolutely under-standards yet adequately-presented smoked salami. Even decorated with shaved truffles. It would be an embarrassment, so why? Why did the pastry chef claim blame for it so quickly and confidently the next day? [ I wanted to test my frying skills. I don't think it tasted that bad at all! ] That is what she said. Suffice to say, it would be a feat of alchemical proportions to fry something and it magically becoming smoked dish. But Siebold believed he's figured it out. He tasted the dish himself. He ate it all. After everything was said and done, cleaning his table and floors. He partook in the meal alone in the grand dining room of his hôtel particulier. He was a particular case in that he could detail the quality of meat and exactly what spices had been used. Though the meat was not evenly cooked, it seemed to be the only thing off. He takes note of the sauce : a home-made Worcestershire sauce that was far too delectable for its own good. He takes note of the spices : the perfect ratio of the variety of pepper to mustard seeds. A finger to his lips, his gaze narrows as he is reminded of the taste.

That light kick, dancing around in his taste buds. Lingering in time for the soothing sauce with that sweet tinge. To feel that upon his taste buds upon witnessing the performance of one of those challengers : it was no coincidence. A mega beedrill much like her trainer - proud and cocky, an undeniable SPICE. Soothed down with the warm tea, Siebold was glued to his seat for as long as the side he was rooting for kept their streak. The one who was originally from Johto, a young man Siebold knew well. That man was from a family that ran an upscale ryokan chain in that region, seemingly squandered his opportunity for a secure place in life with the family by up and leaving to Kalos. A man like this was of course more than some innkeeper, but seemed to take the most pride in his skills as a pokemon trainer. Absolutely demolishing the team of pokemon that barely saw loss through another intensive battle facility was proof enough of his prowess. Even Siebold was unsure if he would be able to win in a battle against him. Time flies as the observer sits there engrossed as the Johtonian tears through the competition over & over. By the time the closest shave ended the streak, Siebold's legs had gone numb!

"I never seen you around here before, you on a trip or something?" It wasn't long until the object of his focus had approached his table. Surely he had seen Siebold sitting there at some point. "I remember hearing you mention once that you frequent this place, and I wanted to see your true potential in battle." "Hah! What's your real reason?" "Hm? I came specifically to see you." "... Suuure.." The Johtonian reclines in his seat, giving a mean side-eye Siebold's way in his suspicion. Siebold just returns a smile. "You battle beautifully. Why not take on the Lumiose Conference this year? What you create should be shared with a grand crowd, at least." A typical Siebold-style suggestion. But Siebold could see it in this man. With such attention to present a memorable battle - wouldn't it be better to share the experience with more who can appreciate it?

"Too many rules. Not too fond of the prize, I have no intention of taking on the Kalos Elite Four." He gives a smug smile, " No offense." Siebold chuckles. This man plays far too hard to get. "As always, the sting from Ume Tsuga is so harsh. Not even worthy as an opponent in battle. If it weren't me, I wouldn't find it charming." A faux expression of disappointment as he averts his gaze, swirling his spoon at the lip of his teacup.

The man before him's name was that of Ume Tsuga, and had been working at La Couronne for quite a while. He is the the master of spices and sauces, unmatched in his capabilities to formulate the most mouthwatering home-made sauces that bests even Siebold. Though, he was not the best when it actually comes to cooking anything. And of course, of all his co-workers, he's closest to Felicite Guilliermond. "How about you come back to my place? You've given me a bountiful amount of inspiration, so how about we celebrate such a breathtaking performance? Besides," his voice lowers as he leans forward and whispers across the table, "and perhaps a firsthand show on how you made that delectable sauce from the other day." "Huh?" Ume stares with a cold shiver, then becoming as still as a stone. He definitely wouldn't fold on a revelation to embarrassing, especially not in public. But it was at least worth letting Ume know that he knew. Siebold smiles at him once again. "Don't act oblivious now. Felicite tried to take blame for it, after all. Hm-hmm." Siebold stands from his seat, then holds out a hand to the culprit. "Now, shall we?"

#✑╍║ ᴇʙʙ ᴀɴᴅ ғʟᴏᴡ ᴏғ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ║ [drabble.]#[[ *dies* i give too much thought to my stinky little npcs ]]#[[ also incapable of writing siebold for too long without him sounding sus ]]

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affectionatealien · 1 year

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Working on my pokemon team for my insert AGAIN bc this time I wanna make it out of pokemon I can get in gen 3 and RNG manip for competitive viable pokes to bring up thru the gens and get ribbons as I go too... I also wanted to update the trainer sprite edit I made for my insert long ago and made a RSE based one too :) Which turned into doing these little mockups of what they would each look like with their teams in each gen. Pokemon sprites aren’t mine and are just ripped from the respective gen 3/4 games. Below the cut is the sprites on their own + upscaled for details

#pokemon #sprite edits

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softlesbiansnek · 1 year

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Finding Sergio

Pairings: Emily Prentiss/Reader, Emily Prentiss/You, Emily Prentiss/OC

Genre: Fluff, Slow burn

-Remembered an old prompt and decide to write-

Also available on AO3

Walking up after a tiring day, you seemed to have this urge to go for a walk around your neighbourhood. It was a nice day out so you figured, why the hell not? Your neighbourhood is nice too so, now you find yourself lacing your old trainers and grabbing a jacket from your coat rack and heading off.

It was definitely nice outside; the warm breeze, the blue skies, the sun though shining behind some thick clouds gives of the heat that summer is coming. You placed your earphones in and select a song to match the surroundings you were in nice, mellow, happy.

It didn't take you long to find yourself in another part of your neighbourhood. Definitely a more upscale one you thought to yourself as you bop your head around to the music in your ears. You keep walking and listening, completely alone in your own happy little world. Passing by a park near the more upscale part of your neighbourhood you decide to sit on a bench, and just take your mind off things. It has been very tiring at work indeed.

You decide to admire the apartments in your view and imagine what sort of people live in those homes. Were they nice? Snobby? Eloquent? Probably rich?

Your thoughts kept you going on and on until something broke you out of your reverie.

It was faint, but enough for you to rip off your earphones and listen for the sound again. You wait for it, trying to locate where the sound was coming from. You hear it once more, a very soft meowing. Your ears perk up to the sound again, going toward the direction where you can hear it the loudest. You followed and followed until you think you must be closed from the source. Finally, you stop at a hedge where you thought you heard the meowing the loudest. Trying to peer over the top of the hedge, you gasp at the little black tail that was sticking out from the other side of the hedge.

you try coaxing the cat out of the hedge, which proved kind of tricky on your part. But in the end, you just sat there earning the little creature's trust. Eventually, they come out of their hiding spot and curl up in your lap. You almost melt at the little one's gesture.

You hurriedly and carefully lifted the little black cat, wrapping it in your jacket to keep it warm. Rushing back to your apartment on the other side of the neighbourhood, as it will soon be dark out. You didn't even notice the time.

You arrive at your apartment and quickly got inside. The little ball of fluff was fast asleep in your arms. You guessed it was tired too. So you gently place it on your couch, making sure to drape a blanket on it to keep the cat comfortable.

You check your kitchen cabinets for any signs of pet food, your last cat passed just a few months ago so you still might have some left. Realizing that you didn't have any and the poor thing must be hungry, you opened your phone and ordered some sushi. You figured you'll just give it some sashimi.

You finish your order and sit on the couch, careful not to disturb the sleeping fluff beside you. You turned on the TV and flicked through the channels when the news caught your eye. It was a police report, a woman speaking right in front of the camera, you try to listen to what she was saying but you were too busy admiring her face, her eyes alluring but you could see the seriousness behind, her lips, and how pretty her salt and pepper hair frames her face just right. Your TV flashed that this was about a recent murder in that sketchy part of the city. And then it was back to the woman speaking again, you try to look for a name on your screen but to no avail, you must have caught the report just after they flashed the name of the woman speaking. She finished her speech and thanked the press and to alerted the public to call the police if ever they have anything on the case that they have.

You were kinda sad that she has exited the screen, and it is now back to the reporter on the field. You dismiss the new show and flick on to the next channel.

You collected your dinner by your front door, and when you turned back you see your little rescuee peering at you. It must have sensed that it is dinner time.

You sit down and opened up the tray of sushi, the cat for its part leaped onto your kitchen counter. You found it highly cute that it sat at the edge of your countertop and seemed to look at you for permission to take some of your food.

"Wait there buddy, I know I still have Moose's bowls in here somewhere." You say as you rummage through the cabinet next to your fridge. Finally, you find the bowl after a few minutes, and surprisingly your new little buddy hasn't taken any of the fish on your plate.

You turn around and smile. "Right! Dinner time!"

You both happily munched on the sushi together, you didn't know what te cat would like so you chopped up some tuna, salmon, and yellow tail and threw it in to the bowl.

You didn't notice until much later in your dinner that the cat was wearing a collar, you wait for your little furry friend to finish their dinner before you got around to looking at the tag.

"Sergio." You read while you have him in your arms, and the cat seemingly responds to its name. "Hello Sergio!" You exclaim, petting him lightly on the head as he wriggles free from your grasp. You looked at Sergio's collar again, there wasn't a number to call, you were kind of happy about it. You missed Moose a lot and you were already thinking of getting a new cat. But somehow you think that Sergio was brought to you by sheer luck. Currently looking for a cat and bam! You find one. You smile to yourself as you go to retrieve the box with Moose's toys.

It had been several days since you found Sergio in a hedge, and that lucky encounter had been giving you nothing but smiles. You two grew close quickly. And working from home has been more fun with Sergio around to play with in your downtime.

You mean to get him checked for a chip, to try and find an owner. But your attachment to him was growing, and it was growing quickly. You decide to do it on Monday. Today you'll just go grocery shopping and buy him all the yummy food and all the toys you could possibly find.

You sort of stumble in your way when someone handed a flier to you, looking at it, it read: LOST CAT in big bold letters. You looked at the person who handed the paper to you and to your surprise it was the woman on TV. Albeit, in a more casual outfit, she still looked as official as she did on TV. But you have to admit to yourself, the cameras did not do her beauty justice.

She asked you if you'd seen her cat, and that's when you looked at the flier one more time, it was Sergio.

Your word got caught in your throat, and while you wanted to answer yes, you just mumbled that if you do you'd keep looking too flustered by her presence and beauty at the same time. You fight off a blush.

You hurry to the pet store to get what you need and come back home. Still clutching the flier that Sergio's owner handed to you.

At home, you think back on your interaction with Sergio's mom. You made a fool out of yourself that is for sure, no question about that. you read the flier once more while Sergio eats.

LOST CAT, ANSWERS TO SERGIO. REWARD $1,000 PLEASE CONTACT EMILY AT 9473465903

"Emily" you mutter to yourself, a blush now finding its way to your cheeks. You berate yourself, as you carefully think through what your next course of action would be. And before you know it you have your hand on your cellphone dialing her number.

She finally answers her phone with several rings, "Hello, this is Emily Prentiss."

"Hi, this is about Sergio?" You manage.

"Oh, hang on I'm currently driving home. Who is this?" She responds.

You contemplate giving her your name, "Uh, Riley. I think I might have seen him somewhere in the park the other day. Was he wearing a blue collar?"

Emily confirms the colour of Sergio's collar, and you proceed to tell her the location where you last saw him. You omit the fact that he's right there in your living room happily playing with the toys you bought.

You agreed to meet up with her and give out fliers in the neighbourhood.

You met up with Emily on Sunday and you immediately lose your cool around her. Stuttering uncontrollably when she talks to you or smiles at you while you hand out fliers. You take her out to where you had found Sergio some days ago and mentioned that you heard his soft meows but didn't see him once you came to investigate. You stutter when you told Emily the story and she just looks at you quizzically.

You and Emily continue giving out fliers until mid-morning. You try and engage in small talk, asking her how long she's had Sergio and other stuff that you could find interesting.

"I had him since he was little. A friend took care of him when I went to some place for a long time, but we're still best of friends. Penelope still gets to visit him whenever she wants." She tells you.

By now you were sitting on the exact same bench that you sat on when you found Sergio. You exchange stories with Emily and she's very intelligent as you deduced. She mentioned that she speaks several languages from bouncing around the world with her mother. She's part of a unit in the FBI, that sort of gave you chills.

"So that's why you were on TV some time ago!" You suddenly blurt out.

Emily smiles, "Yes, yes. Normally, JJ does the press part but I had to make the statement since JJ wasn't with us that time."

"JJ?" You ask.

"Oh, she's a member of my team. Yeah, we've been friends for a long time." She replies there's that glimmer in her eyes, nostalgia you presume.

You looked at your watch and realized the time, it was almost lunch and Sergio must be hungry. His little hangry wails must be filling your apartment. you try to come up with an excuse to leave when Emily's phone rings.

"Sorry, I have to take this, its work." She motions to her phone. And you just nod. "Prentiss..."

You welcome the distraction as it gave you time to breathe and make an excuse in your head. But, luckily for you, Emily excused herself, explaining that she needs to go straight to the office to sort out a case. But not before she turned to you and said "Thank you for helping me out, I'd like to buy you lunch sometime. For uh. Helping me look for Sergio."

You smile and nodded.

It would be a couple more days until Emily calls you while you are in the middle of giving Sergio a bath. Wet and sweaty you answer the phone. "Hey, Riley?"

"Yup, yup. I'm here. Sorry, I was just giving Serg- I was taking a bath." you stutter over the phone. Emily just laughs. You've been texting her non-stop ever since the day you helped her out with putting up and giving fliers away for Sergio's return.

You close the bathroom door and hear Sergio's indignant meows. You walk to the couch, continuing the conversation with Emily.

"Are you home?" You ask Emily. You've kind of started this fast friendship with Emily that it gives you a mini heart attack every time her name pops up on your screen. Or you see her on the news giving statements, or just remembering her smile.

She hums, "Well technically." She replies, "I'm in the office and practically live here due to all my papers, but that's not why I called."

You asked why she called, and you weren't ready for the response. "Well that thank-you lunch still stands, so why don't you choose a place and we can grab a bite? Maybe some coffee afterward?"

You hop off on your couch and gave a too-enthusiastic yes to her proposition. You mentally chastise yourself for being overly excited at lunch with Emily. You hear a chuckle on the other end of the line, "Right, lunch on Friday? I have the day off then. See you, Riley."

The call ended and you rush to the bathroom to see Sergio ripping up toilet paper. "Serves me right for locking you in here huh buddy?"

Friday came so quickly that it almost gave you whiplash. Not that you haven't been dreading spending more hours with Emily. That and explaining how Sergio has been here in your apartment for more than two weeks already. "She's probably going to cuff me and arrest me for keeping her cat." you think you yourself while putting on your best garb.

You look in the mirror and think you're going way over the top. This is just a casual lunch with friends, so you change.

You took her to some diner near your neighbourhood, mentioning that she frequently orders here when she's hung over. You laugh with her as you enter the diner.

It was the lunch rush so the next available seat you and Emily grab it.

You entered the booth and asked for the menu. The waitress introduced herself and said to give her a holler when you're ready.

You both order the burger and fries with milkshakes. You order the last strawberry milkshake and Emily pouts. You offer for her to have it, mentioning that they have a killer chocolate shake too. But she refuses. The waitress casually throws out that you could have two straws cause they have a free upsize promo.

You both agree and you fight off another blush creeping up your cheeks. You clear your throat and thank the nice lady for her suggestion.

Your food arrives and you and Emily dig in.

You exchange more stories, joking around and talking about anything and everything under the sun. "So what do you do for the FBI?" You ask, popping in a fry in your mouth.

"Tell you what, I'll give you three guesses, and if you guess right. I'll buy you some ice cream." Emily smiles at you.

You wrack your brain for possible titles she may have under her belt. 'Um.. You, uh. Shit. National Defense?" Emily Shakes her head no. "Uh. International Affairs?" No again. "Terrorists!" You guess.

"Oooh, almost right." Emily winces, "We do deal with terrorists but not really a hard specialty." She chuckles.

"So what is it?" You ask, the intrigue clear in your voice.

"Well, I have another game, if I guess your major is in college. You buy me ice cream then I tell you." Emily bargains leaning in her seat.

"Deal." You say, offering your hand.

You both shook hands and you swear to whoever created the universe, that a thousand bolts of lightning just went through your arm.

"Let me see, last time you mentioned you were stuck on a sentence, asking for a word... Columnist? No, I would've seen your name on the papers." She's thinking hard and concentrating, eyes trained on you, and you suddenly feel exposed, she's clearly examining you like she's done this a thousand times.

She mentions a couple more related works to writing, then she exclaims. "Novelist." She leans back into her seat, a triumphant smile across her features.

You groan, "But how would you know that?"

"Ah, that is a secret until I get my ice cream." She chuckles.

You are so intrigued by Emily Prentiss, that you couldn't help but marvel at her. "Careful, your eyes might dry out from all the staring." She quips.

You suddenly look away.

You get your ice cream and she insisted on paying, something about she was just messing with you because you look cute when you're flustered. That made you almost choke on the ice cream.

The afternoon wound down to just sitting in the park again.

"So do you mind telling me, how you got my job correctly?" You ask, wiping your sticky hands on your pants.

"Well, I'm with the BAU." She says, like you should know what it means.

"Translation please?" You reply.

"Behavioural analysis unit. I study behaviour. Well, bad peoples' behaviour." She says before going in for another bite of the ice cream.

Emily laughs with you.

You both have finished your ice cream by now and are just chatting the afternoon away.

Emily insisted on walking you home, and the silence in your way home was not as awkward as you hoped. Emily's presence just washes over you and you feel ever so comfortable.

You arrive at the intersection near your apartment and you try crossing the road when a hand pulls on your own before you could set foot on the crosswalk.

"Car." Emily exclaims. When a car comes speeding in front of you.

The sudden appearance of the car and Emily's hand in yours makes your head swim. She held your hand until you got to your building's main door.

"Thank you, Emily. This was a fun day." You say to her bidding your farewells.

Emily hasn't let go of your hand and was a bit quiet. "Emily? My hand?"

She snaps back to reality and now its your turn to see her fight of a blush. "Oh, right. Hand." She smiles. "We should do this again."

You nod, smiling as Emily lets go of your hand. She makes her way home but you call her name and bounds to her.

"Thanks again, Em." You say wrapping your arms around her in a quick hug before you ran back to your door and went inside with your heart in your ears and your sweaty palms on your face.

What you would've seen if you had turned back and looked was Emily rooted in her place, a blush evident on her face and a goofy smile on her lips.

"Someone seems happy?" A voice comes in breaking Emily's trance at smiling at the phone.

"Hey JJ. We have a case?" Emily greets before going back to her professional mode.

"Oh we have some time." JJ replies. "So, who's the mystery texter that got you smiling like that?" JJ asks leaning on the door frame of Emily's office.

"Ah. Well its just a friend." Emily replies.

"Oh come on! You think I haven't noticed the being checked out and smiling like an idiot during breaks? So spill, before we get called into action again." JJ teases.

"She's a writer, and I'm pretty sure she's taking care of Sergio." Emily quickly replies before gathering her things to the round table.

JJ and Emily walked to the meeting room while they discussed you, soon enough Emily is rambling all about you.

"Well how'd you know she does have Sergio?" JJ inquires.

"I sort of heard him yelling in the background. Then when we had lunch together she had cat hairs all over her, and well she had this cute slip up when I called her. She was giving Sergio a bath." Emily recounts.

JJ slaps Emily's arm.

"What was that for?" She asks instinctively covering the spot that her friend just hit.

"You're smitten!" JJ says her getting wider almost splitting her face.

But before Emily could reply, Penelope had already turned on the screen and began discussing the case.

You worry when you didn't hear from Emily in three days. You're practically used to talking to her from the moment you wake up to the moment you fall asleep with Sergio beside you.

So now you are tossing and turning in your bed and irritating Sergio. Prompting the little cat to settle by the foot of your bed. You ponder on whether you send Emily a text message or just continue flopping around in your bed.

Restless, you get up and make some tea.

It didn't take long for your tea to be ready so you slide on to your couch and just let your mind wonder.

Your thoughts are intruded my the faint vibrate next to you, immediately grabbing your phone. You smile to yourself as you read through the message.

It was Emily. Profusely apologizing for not messaging or calling. They've just recently finished an international case and she's had to do a lot.

You type a quickly as possible, mentioning that it was no big deal and your worries are silenced.

I'm sorry for making you worry.

Read the next text that Emily sent you.

You sigh, putting down your tea on the coffee table. Making your way back to bed, but you are now too awake.

"What are you doing up?" Emily texts you. "Can't sleep." You reply, as you tuck yourself under the covers.

You put your phone next to you, and it vibrates again. Emily's name flashes across the screen.

She's calling you.

You tap the green call button to accept the call, "Hey." You start.

"Am I keeping you up?" Emily inquires, concern in her voice. "I thought you might need some company."

"No, no. I'm alright. Just couldn't sleep that's all." You reply, "So, how are you? Are you home now?"

"Not quite, the team and I are in New York right now. So close to home. But oh so far away." She sighs.

You hum, "When are you getting back?" You say shifting to your side.

"Probably tomorrow, we're just wrapping up here. I'm really sorry that I didn't shoot a message or call." She apologized again.

You chuckle, "Hey, don't be. You're out there doing your job. No big."

"Yes big!" She exclaims, "I really missed talking to you." She pauses, before she continued "and I miss you."

You didn't realise what Emily has said because of your eyelids growing heavier, her voice; just like her presence soothes you. So now you have no problems of getting to sleep.

"You still there Riley?" She asks on the other end.

Emily just hears you hum, followed by the even sounds of your breath. She smiled to herself. "Good night Hun."

It has been two days since Emily has reached out once more, you continued your normal routine of texting each other non-stop. But your book deadlines has been inching closer and closer. So you squeeze in what little time you have to writing, talking to Emily, and caring for Sergio.

You're sat down for what seemed for hours, typing away at the story that you have been creating. Annoyed that there was this major block in your mind. For now let's just call that block Sergio.

Your cute little buddy has been nudging at your leg for pets, for every minute or so. You find it hard within yourself to deny that little angel the pets he deserves.

You go back to writing, when your timer is up for your short break. Time to work again at break neck speed.

You realize the day is winding down, and you forgot to feed yourself again.

Texting Emily a barrage of choices so she could help pick out a meal to eat.

"Are you cooking or ordering?" Emily texts you.

"Really prefer not cooking, since I's so tired :(" You reply.

"Rick's is still open, burger, fries milkshake?" Emily responds to you.

"Would kill for Rick's burgers right now. Right, I'm going to get dressed to go to Rick's." You happily reply.

Emily didn't reply after that. You assumed she's still working so you gone ahead and changed. You were giving Sergio his dinner when a knock came to your door.

You looked puzzled as you were not expecting any guest to come over, so you blindly opened the door instead of looking through your peephole.

You're surprised to see the person standing behind the other side of your door.

"Emily."

She has flowers in one hand and a paper take out bag from Rick's

"How'd you know where I lived?" You say in shock, the woman in front of you just smiling.

"Hey to you too." She hands you the flowers and you let her in. "I had Garcia find you. I'm sorry I didn't tell you I was stopping by. it would ruin the surprise."

"Garcia?" You genuinely ask.

"Penelope, she's our tech analyst and can find any one whether they want to or not." Emily replies placing the bag of food on your counter. "I brought food for Sergio as well. I hope you don't mind sharing the milkshake again."

Your shocked expression didn't go unnoticed to her keen eyes. "What?"

Emily laughs as she unpacks the dinner she brought. "What you think I didn't notice?"

Your mouth just falls agape. "Okay, okay. The first Facetime we did I saw him in the frame, the first time we went out you had cat hair all over you, and that day I called you to ask you out I could hear him meowing in the back ground." She pauses. "He has a very distinct meow when he takes a bath, he hates it."

You bring yourself to speak. "So why did you continue to see me? Or talk to me?"

As if on cue Sergio went over to Emily's leg, rubbing his face on his owner.

"Hey buddy! You enjoyed your stay over at Riley's? Did she take good care of you?" Emily cooed.

With every question Emily asked Sergio seemed to respond, meowing to answer.

"Yes, I know she's nice, and pretty." Emily said, carrying Sergio in her arms. "We like her don't we Sergio?"

Another meow from Sergio. Emily let him down gently, and looked back at you. "You're cute when you blush."

That brought you back from your thoughts, "Oh, pot calling the kettle black much? You blush just as hard as me!"

Emily held her hands up and smiled, "You got me."

"So do you want to resume this date or should I just go collect my cat?"

You step towards her, tucking in a small strand of her beautiful salt-pepper hair behind her ear.

"You said date?" You ask.

She smiles as nods at you.

"You're a dork Agent Prentiss." You say as you lean in to kiss her.

"Actually, it's Unit Chief Prentiss but never mind the semantics." She laughs as she closes the gap between you two.

#lesbian emily prentiss #soft emily prentiss #emily prentiss #i wanted to write more self-insert fics #here you go #emily prentiss mommy #sergio and emily #oc #self-insert fics #gray hair emily prentiss #emily prentissxreader

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Knight Tethys belonging to Sailor_Mimas

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Daichi Uehara / Knight Tethys

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:Mission:

Many generations ago the Sol System looked very different, including two other giant planets lurking amongst what would become the Asteroid Belt. These were Echidna and Typhon and its senshi were corrupted by Chaos. The ancient Sol Senshi, led by their ancestors, Sailor Blue Moon and Sailor Gaia Earth, could neither heal nor destroy them. All they could do was seal their corrupted starseeds deep in the Earth. Although their spirits slumbered through the ages, their restless souls caused the world to tremble, throwing off the balance of Earth’s Energy Lines.

Sailor Moon is almost twenty one and she knows this is her final challenge before she ascends the throne of Crystal Tokyo. She, Mamoru and the senshi must remain in Tokyo, maintaining what will be the Tokyo Crystal Points fighting to keep Earth’s Energy Lines from breaking free.

But someone must travel deep into the unearthly realm of Tartarus to quell Echidna and Typhon.

Luckily the Satellite Senshi have awakened in their time of need! Sailor Saturn, now sixteen, must lead these rookies and leave the sunlight behind. Together they will arise as Guardians of the Solar System!

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Civilian Form

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:Name & Meaning:

The name Daichi means ‘wise’ or ‘intellectual’ but also means ‘dangerous route over the sea’. Uehara means ‘Divine Plain.’

:Age & Birthday:

Daichi was born April 8th which makes him an Aries. He’s sixteen and in tenth grade.

:Appearance:

The brothers share the same fine, chestnut hair but Daichi chooses to keep his short cropped and neatly parted to the left. Both are fair skinned but with his active hobbies, Daichi’s figure is far more sculpted and as a part of Mugan’s swimming team, on display.

Daichi is determined to rise within society and while he doesn’t share Machiko’s expensive, flashy style he chooses simple outfits that reflect his practical, straightforward personality. It also puts people in mind of a host at an upscale restaurant.

:Sexual Orientation:

Whatever preferences Daichi does have he feels they are unimportant. He breaks the hearts of many at Mugan Academy, carelessly discarding anonymous love letters slipped into his desk with all the hassle of junkmail. He’s so goal oriented he thinks love and love interests are a distraction and a waste of time.

:Personality:

To the lazy eye, Daichi is a student obsessed with Olympic gold. He counts calories, timetables every hour and regards anything less than S rank a failure. The world wants to distract him with temptations but he is above them and speaks disdainfully of those who give in. In fact he is driven by love for his brother and his need for them to escape their dying village for a better life.

Daichi speaks like he swallowed a thesaurus and a dictionary of old english etiquette, leaving people feeling small and in awe. He treats others as a means to his goal. His teachers, trainers and teammates are given due respect but dismisses attempts at bonding. The rest of his classmates are deemed unnecessary to his success, rolling his eyes at attempts to ‘bring him out of his shell’ and rejects the endless lovelorn letters as frivolous female daydreams. Even his fellow Guardians will feel the sting of his tongue if he feels they’re wasting time and doesn’t feel any need to contact outside of team meetings.

The only thing that really gets a rise out of the normally chilly teen is an Underworld attack. Nothing ruins his day more than an interruption of his carefully planned schedule. He hates being a Guardian, another obstacle to his goals which he takes personally. He’s determined to end a fight quickly and get back to the surface. He starts off patient and listening to Sailor Saturn but if time drags he gets impatient and will whip out his strongest attacks regardless of who is in the way.

The exception to all of his strict rules is his brother Botan. When their parents died in a mudslide his younger brother was all he had left in the world. They moved in with their mother’s cousin; a family that made them feel unwelcome and he was determined to move them away. His constant nagging and berating to do better is because he refuses to leave Botan behind and in the heat of battle he will sacrifice himself without thought for him.

:Likes:

The hints that Daichi has a life beyond his training and his brother are like a flash glimpse of an animal in hiding. One of his greatest fears is being distracted, and worries that giving in to temptation is the first step to giving up. However when he studies he likes to listen to cool jazz, often slow and melancholy piano pieces.

He also seems to favour spicy foods. When he ‘risks excess calories’ it's usually adding an exotic hot sauce. Not just a dab either. It's a wonder there are any taste buds left alive after the purge.

His favourite food is udon, the few times his wallet can be pried open is sharing a meal with his brother at the Tengoku Noodles. He changes it up but most often chooses spicy tantan udon with sesame broth and peanut paste.

:Dislikes:

Daichi complains or nags about everything that doesn’t adhere to his schedule or goals.

He hates chocolate, pastries and confectionery. He actively spits out food he thinks is too sweet. It's just excess sugar he has to schedule into his exercise regime, with time he doesn’t have!

He hates backstroke. He hates the lack of control, the lack of visual cues, the way water splashes across his face. There is something about backstroke that feels like drowning.

And the thing he hates the most is being a Guardian. It was never part of his plans to save the world. He hates giving up his time to Tartarus and its creepy denizens. He hates how nothing abides by the laws and figures he knows. Most of all he secretly fears this is all a delusion and he’s slowly going insane.

:Hobbies:

Daichi’s whole life revolves around the idea of Olympic Gold. While he and Botan both train in triathlon, he also practises for the 100m Freestyle and Butterfly, the Swimming Medley Relay and Water Polo.

But, before their parents' deaths, he used to love camping with his family. He loved being by the lake, lazing in the freshwater and especially kayaking, floating blissfully down river with his family all around him. When with the village children raced ahead, loving the thrill of gliding and hopping down the rapids, laughing wildly as everyone tried to catch up.

But after his parents’ deaths those trips disappeared, and then they got accepted into Mugan Academy he had to let childhood desires fall to the wayside.

:Sexual Orientation:

Daichi has not expressed interest in anyone, let alone a specific gender. That may change one day when he feels he and his brother have achieved freedom and success but until that day he won’t let himself even fancy the idea.

:Background:

The brothers were not born in Tokyo, raised in the tiny rural village of Koyagawa of the Wakayama Prefecture. They lived in a state of genkai shuraku, a once thriving village which atrophied after the coal mines closed. It saw no modernisation, no utilities, no internet. It was merely a dot on the mountain highlands on the way to somewhere else.

They lived with their grandparents, mother and father who ran the convenience store by the turnpike, and their mother helped out at the school where a handful of children played. They loved it. They spent their childhood playing in mountain streams, hunting for mushrooms and wandering freely. Occasionally their parents would take them camping high into the mountains and teach them how to live self-sufficiently.

However one day, when he was eleven and Botan was nine, heavy rains stranded them at a friend's house and everything changed in a mudslide. They were rescued, but much of their village gone and their family’s convenience store buried beneath the sludge and stone.

Their family’s lone survivors, they moved in with their mother’s brother who lived on the other side of the mountain in another genkai shuraku. They weren’t neglected, but they were two more mouths to feed in a family of four with another set of twins to be born soon. The boys lived their lives when they were thirteen a strange tutor from Tokyo’s Mugan Academy visited their school. They complimented the boys' rugged, growing bodies and assured them that a sports scholarship was waiting for the purehearted.

With a goal and an escape, he pushed both himself and his brother into athletics. When he turned fifteen he was invited to join the prestigious school but he also pleaded on behalf of his brother. Recognising potential, both Uehara brothers moved to Tokyo, determined never to look back.

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Relationships

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:Family:

His mother was Wakumi (freshwater spring) and his father Rikuto (land, heavy). They died when the boys were ten, leaving them with many happy memories but also a heavy hearted awareness for what they were missing.

As time goes by, things trickle away. His mother’s joyous cooking; taking days to prepare ramen broth or waking them up early to get the best ingredients from the morning market. His father’s love of nature and how he could mimic the song of any bird they pointed at. His grandfather’s egg collection. His grandmother's herb garden… All gone in a wave of mud.

After the funeral, he and Botan moved in with his mother’s cousin who also already had children already, in the ghost village where employment and advancement was limited. While the brothers weren’t mistreated, they felt like an afterthought after all his cousin's needs had been seen to. Then when strange tutors arrived at their tiny school house trumpeting the wonderful scholarships offered by Tokyo’s new Mugan Academy, a school looking for pure hearted geniuses…

:Friends:

Daichi has no friends. He has his brother and that’s all he needs. He has mentors whom he respects, he has ‘fellow pupils’ whom he tolerates and teammates-ahem- team members- who he is forced to be on manageable terms with. He maintains a respectful relationship with everyone and no more. Those who he feels are beneath him, he ignores and merely suffers everyone else.

Daichi’s attempts at solitude will find his cafeteria table filled quickly; either with his three underclassmen of Botan, Hotaru and Sora, or Machiko’s high class posse.

:Rivals:

You would think that with his competitive nature his hackles would rise when challenged but instead he is harshest on himself; one's greatest enemy.

:Love Interests:

No.

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Guardian Form

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:Name:

Knight Tethys, Guardian of Primordial Springs and Forgotten Waters

:Guardian Starseed:

Daichi is the incarnation of Saturn’s moon, Tethys. It was a moon of island nations, splashed across a vast ocean rich in minerals and fauna. It bustled with trade and export.

:Realm of Influence:

Knight Tethys is in tune with the ancient waters of the world; hidden aquifers rich with minerals, churning streams and abyssal depths beneath oceans. Dark, rich pure waters they rarely see the light.

:Awakening:

Daichi reluctantly made good on his promise to celebrate with ramen at Tengoku when Botan did well on a popquiz. As they strolled through the twilight evening, they passed Hotaru and Sora peering into a tourist window filled with charms and statues carved in jade. As they drew closer they hear Sora explaining the story of the giant marble minotaur statue outside the door, a half bull half human monstrosity born from the greed of King Minos.

Daichi scoffed at the fanciful musings of girls and walked away but almost immediately they rushed towards the screams. The statue grows, glowing with fiery molten cracks smashing its way through the stalls. Botan sees it on a warpath and roars. “No way! I’m getting my noodles! I studied! I worked hard! You won’t stop me!” He wells with energy and transforms into Knight Titan and attacks. He forces the minotaur to his knees but takes a crushing blow.

Daichi, overwhelmed by his own inner powers, also transforms into Knight Tethys, leaping to defend his brother. Together they tagteam the Minotaur, exploding it into flaming shrapnel. As they look up, they see the silhouettes of Sailor Saturn and Sailor Mimas on a rooftop giving quiet applause. Sailor Saturn used her resurrection powers to restore the street and offered them dinner to explain their destinies.

:Past Life:

Not one but two starseeds were born to a noble Saturn family. As eldest, Tethys knew that before him was a duty, to protect the dormant Guardian of Saturn and he must uphold the ideals of the Silver Millenium Court.

His brother, Guardian of Titan, did not feel the same way. On the night of Princess Serenity’s Cotillion Ball he snuck away to join the party, and Tethys snuck after him to drag him back by his ear. Little did he know the Princess of Dione would follow, and that Tethys would never see his home again.

The Dark Kingdom attacked. In the wake of its destruction awoke the one he was sworn to protect, the Messiah of Death and Rebirth, Sailor Saturn’s Glaive fell and all he knew vanished in silence.

:Guardian Animal:

The team is led by the psychopomp sparrow, Athana, through the dying lands of Tartarus. However in their travels they are met by a two headed dog guarding giant golden cattle and responding to the names Orthus and Amydros, names meaning shade and gloom. It followed them deeper into the depths, helping Athana with their keen sense of smell.

The dogs resemble shoulder high black shepherds with orange eyebrows, chest and thick fluffy tail tip that looks like a flaming torch. Orthus seems silly, constantly grinning and panting and always has something in his mouth ready to play, and Amydros seems serious, his nose down and pushing the group forward towards their goal. The similarities of the pups and brothers are not lost on the team.

:Allies/Team Mates:

Hotaru Tomoe aka Sailor Saturn

Daichi has no memories of his past but he knows that it is in one's best interest to defer to experience. He respects Hotaru, not just for her genius knowledge and serene confidence, but there is something deeper. When things overwhelm he loses control, and he feels the frantic panic rise, a calm word and a glance from those starry eyes can quell the fear.

Sora Yoru aka Sailor Mimas

Sora is the perfect teammate; she stays on target, isn’t distracted and listens to his contributions. Although she frowns slightly at his condescending tone, the two get on quite well.

Botan Uehara aka Knight Titan

He and his brother are constantly arguing. His brother, silly and ridiculous, always has wild and outlandish ideas that never work out, put people in danger and it’s always his job to get him out of the messes he makes for them.

Machiko Goto aka Sailor Dione

Machiko is a conundrum. He can feel him constantly trying to impress him, rising to unbelievable heights of grace and beauty but she’s constantly wrestling with Sailor Saturn to seize power, slowing them down and distracting them. He wishes he could tell her she has her own inner strength he admires.

:Henshin Token:

Daichi’s token is a golden circular locket, a medallion kept on a bracelet, glossed with a dark navy plate and embedded with the symbol of Tethys. He keeps it hidden either under his sleeves, around his ankle or inside the pocket of his school blazer.

:Henshin Phrase:

Tethys Saturn Power!

:Henshin Sequence:

Daichi tosses the medallion in the air and shouts his phrase, “Tethys Saturn Power!” Out of the locket churns three powerful water spouts, frothing and foaming, splashing waves of energy across his body as they spin around him.

Tentacles of water coil up his legs forming his boots, pants, sleeves and cuffs. Foaming waves crests his hips to form silvery hip guards. More shining waves splash across his chest forming his pearly white armour and shoulderguards before hardening into an aquamarine jewel that seems to slosh with mystical water inside it. The three spinning water spouts combine, twirling around his body before turning into his turquoise and navy cape and his gleaming Okeanos Trident.

The camera continues to rise where his forehead blazes with the symbol of Tethys before erupting into his winged face mask. From there he poses ready to finish the fight as quickly as possible.

:Symbol:

:Guardian Challenge:

“Servant of Saturn, I am the powerful guardian of mysterious depths! In the name of Tethys, I will drown your sorrows!”

:Guardian Fuku:

The male guardian fuku is much akin to Mamoru’s armour. Tethys bears a pearly white chest plate, trimmed in silver with angular shoulder guards. At the centre of his chest is an oval aquamarine jewel that has a rippling, liquid sheen. His body suit is navy with aquamarine cuffs and shin guards also adorned in silver. Billowing behind him his cloak a brilliant aquamarine with the inner lining a dark satiny navy. Hiding his face is an aquamarine mask, white eyes and navy metal wings sweep behind his ears and along his cheekbones.

:Starseed Talisman:

Tethys dexterously wields the Okeanus Trident; a silvery trident with wickedly hooked tines to stab and slash at his enemy.

:Attacks:

Tethys Rip Tide

Tethys throws his arms wide, seemingly to grab a handful of air and yank it back. As he does, a hammering wave of water spills across the distances, crashing into the enemies and then pulling back with the force of a riptide.

Tethys Infinite Wipeout

Tethys throws his arms above his head and grabs the air and yanks it back to his chest. Rather than race along the ground, these waves seem to rise up and up, before crashing down on the enemy, pounding, rolling and ragdolling the enemy again and again, not allowing them time to breath. It needs his utmost concentration to keep the rolling waves coming.

Tethys Hydro Jet

Using his trident, he uses it to direct a pillar of water surging around a midpoint at the tip of his trident. It takes time, it builds and builds before firing a pressured beam of water directly at the enemy. Unlike his other attacks, it is pinpoint and can only affect one enemy at a time.

Tethys Whirling Vortex

His ultimate attack is often used in tandem with Dione to add strength. He stands with his trident vertically planted in front of him as he starts to glow. Slowly water forms spirals at his feet, building into several towering water spouts that rip the earth, picking up everything in its path and drowning them in unfathomable water forces.

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Miscellaneous

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:Inspirations:

The many ways water flows and ebbs.

:Soundtrack:

Chariots of Fire by Vangelos

:Fanfiction:

:Website:

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