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pianostarinwonderland · 2 months

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY AZUL

i have nothing prepared for you except my wet soppy thoughts

maybe i might rush write something bc i do have a few ideas on what to write

fucking breathes

the best. fucking. groovy. ever.

like everyone go home right now.

I have tried to think of every way they could make him look good but it ends up being how they could fuck it up because I’m gonna be honest, a lot of Azul’s recent cards are either decent or not hitting that well 🤡🤡

but this. THIS.

HOLLLLYYYYYYYY FUCK IT’S EVERYTHING

THE LIGHTING . THE THE FUCKING FUCK.

TEH ? VMS LISTEN. HE'S THE CHARACTER FOR EVIL SMIRKS, SO OFC THIS SERIES OF EVIL GROOVIES WAS GONNA BE PERFECT FOR HIM BUT BU T BU T

THIS IS SOOOOOO GOOOD. LIKE??????? DEADASS THE BEST ???? SMIRK??????? HE'S EVER MADE?????????? AND HE LOOKS SOOOO MUCH LIKE HIMSELF

THIS IS ALSO THE BEST ANGLE WE'VE EVER GOTTEN THAT SHOWS HIS 'BALD' SIDE AND THAT'S S OGUFKCKNGJ GOOD

AND AND

🧍‍♀️

he hey sir.

your hand looks cold.

m mm mind if i h hh hh hhhh hhol— gunshots are fired

ADN CAN I JUST

CRY ABOUT

PART OF YOUR WORLD BEING THE PAINTING LIKE LEI EK JLGSLKGNLSKDNGOADSNGOAINSAONGOAISNGI0AOHGIOAHGSDHIFGHSDOIGFHNSDINGIDSNJGKVDS

FUCKKKKK THIS WAS WHAT I'VE WANTED FOR THE PAST FWE MONTHS

THE PART OF YOUR WORLD SEGMETJKNJENJKSNGFNDKSJNGKSDKGNSDKLNGLSDGNDSLGS

FUCKGN ISN FCYRING

LISTEN LISTEN.

LISTEN.

I WILL DROP A HOT TAKE RIGHT NOW

THE LITTLE MERMAID SONG THAT DEFINES AZUL IS NOT POOR UNFORTUNATE SOULS BUT IT'S PART OF YOUR WORLD

AZUL'S SCHEMING AND CUNNING IS DEFINITELY FROM URSULA AND IS REFLECTED SOOOO MUCH IN POOR UNFORTUNATE SOULS

BUT HIS DREAMS

HIS GOALS

HIS AMBITIONS AND DETERMINATION TO MAKE HIS WISHES COME TRUE

PART OF YOUR WORLD REFLECTS THAT.

AZUL WOULD NOT BE AZUL IF IT WASNT FOR PART OF YOUR WORLD

AND THE SPECIFIC PART THEY SHOW OF PART OF YOUR WORLD. IT'S THE PART WHERE ARIEL WAS DETERMINED TO GET TO THE SURFACE

THAT'S LITERALLY AZUL

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK

OUGOSHGHSODGHSUGUDSOHGODSGHOSDGDSGOSDHGISDOSDNGDGDSNGNSDOIGNIONAONGNAONSGIOSOGA

ok and can i just

scream about his story

BECAUSE. GOD FUCK THAT STORY LEFT ME DEAD.

loike like AZUL TALKED ABOUT HIS GRANDMA?????

THE SECOND BDAY STORY IN A ROW THAT HE TALKS ABOUT HOW HIS GRANDMA RAISED HIM AND AND HOW SHE'S BEEN SUCH A BIG INFLUENCE IN HIS LIFE

he's a grandma's boy ouhghfohfgf he loves his grandma sm he respects her and cherishes her goddddddddd

i love how he's aware that true compassion comes from not just spoiling someone but also disciplining them and whatnot

it adds to the balanced theme that he has going on

i also just rly love in general that azul loves and respects the maternal figures in his life not only because it makes him more respectable but also because it ties in with the feminism theme that you find in the little mermaid (whether animated or live action)

then then THE WHOLE LIKE,,, PART WHERE AZUL TELLS JAMIL THAT HE WAS SO SURPRISED AT ALL THE NEW SCENTS ON LAND THAT HE WAS SNIFFING AROUND LITERALLY

i first saw that part in an out of context screenshot, where jamil's like "lol haha you were just sniffing around everywhere omg" and i was like HUH?????

@/doom on twt also pointed out that it might be why Azul's into colognes and i think i shuold just be defenestrated at this point from how insane i've been goign

THE BARBEQUE PART THO

IT'S SO CUTE

AZUL, FLOYD, AND JADE DOING A BARBECUE....... WHEN THEY BARELY KNEW ABOUT LAND CULTURE AND PHYSICS................

AND THEY BURNT EVERYTHING LMAOOOO AND THE TWEELS BLEW SMOKE INTO HIS FACE THAT WAS JUST SO CUTE HONESTLY

jamil's like wow that sounds funny haha and honestly same jamil same

AND THEN THE PART WHERE THEY TALK ABOUT THE PR FOR NRC

god typical azul for doing it so that he can boost himself before graduatign

but i also got a lil emotional on that part not gonna lie bc he's Still grabbing opportunities to achieve his goals and he's working hard for them and god honestly that's one of the main reasons why i fell for him and i still love him for it

i also like

fucking died over his voiced line s

wtf

wtf are those lines

azul actually talking about love and crushes in his groovy....... but it's just him saying it's great cause he can exploit it lmaoooo

babe you're gonna be a disaster when you actually like someone i know it

jamil's already bordering on it, but if you actually end up liking Liking someone it's so over

personally what really fucking sent me though was Azul going "I take art as one of my courses so I can explain to you any painting you're interested in" LIKE

CMON.

CMONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN.

lore on NRC courses???

but also the way that's phrased sounds like art is an elective you can opt to take ? ?

and he CHOSE to take art? //? /

hELL O

AHAHFAHSHFOIAHSIOFHIOASHFIAS THE ARTIST IN ME IS GOING AWAOHOAHGOAH

ofc Azul looks at art in a business sense, but i love that he's so wiling to branch out and rly appreciate it

cause how many ppl out there put down art :')) employers in particular are really iffy about this

Azul's also designed mostro lounge so you know he has his own style

also wtf Azul, you have your tentacles in business, in science and maths (science would be chemistry ish because of alchemy and arithmetic is Literally listed as his talent), and now in the arts

just.

just

man

happy birthday ashengrotto. take my tears and my insanity for now until i can writey ou smth better

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst jp #azul ashengrotto

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raisinchallah · 2 years

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I can't find the post now but you saying in Strange New Worlds where Spock says "Starfleet is where I'm accepted" or something like that. Excuse me while I make my tinfoil hat but I can't shake the feeling that newer Trek shows are shifting to military propaganda or 9/11 really did move TV so far right that they have to be even more obvious and basic with their messages. Like you said, it's such a revision but also hard for me to not think "Who benefits from this"

ok this answer got a bit out of control dfjklad;jklj its going under the cut

yeah i think theres a ton of different factors and i do think its been a gradual shift starting before these new shows like i didnt actually realize until recently but voyager was produced as a network show not a syndicated show like tng and ds9 and had to answer to the executives of upn as well as paramount (tho paramount owned upn) and there was a lot more executive meddling and was part of why the show like wasnt able to have any kind of overarching story or anything tho rick berman was also super nervous about that and in many ways voyager feels like a shift towards a sort of baffling obsession with starfleet rules and obsession with starfleet for starfleets sake which i think is somewhat jarring after watching ds9 and feels like active course correction and then of course the most extreme product of the post 9/11 tv environment was enterprise also produced in a similar atmosphere with that kind of oversight and all that i think also well its been the slow march towards understanding itself as a larger franchise as well and i guess as each subsequent show is produced its like actively defining what the franchise itself is... and then theres aos which actually is pretty interesting on this front that it does portray a much more militarized starfleet and is definitely critical of that but i think perhaps has been taken by some people to be like well starfleet = good so militarized starfleet also = good and because it was so many peoples first introduction to star trek i dont actually know how that has altered fan perception and so on and now we exist in a world of more and more giant sprawling franchises that also have extremely tightly controlled content that is also wrapped up in military propaganda and i dont think star trek is ever gonna like fully going on in that direction but i do find it interesting i guess starfleet has become the defining trait of the series and must always exist i think the push to bring back the federation in discovery really is so puzzling to me but i guess just again reflects this history and i suppose u cant really call something star trek now if u dont have the little delta shaped badge on or something when i dont really feel like that has to be what it is cuz its a massive massive universe to explore i know picard this season is i guess trying to be political and comment on current events but tbh i havent watched it so i do not really know how people are assessing its handling of it and all but i do think this would be idk interesting to look into and think about and wow i just realized i strayed kinda far from your question um anyways back to the revisionism yeah i think partially it might just be trying to sand off the edges and redefine this story and show for their ongoing franchise plans and like the newer shows have very much been stuck in looking at old star trek sort of a snake eating its tail which i think will always angle towards somewhat underwhelming and kinda conservative takes idk i wonder if in many ways its trying to reflect how fans and the public percieve what star trek should be rather than like reality idk all marketing something adkl;kladfj i am trying to not be so cynical and whatever but idk its interesting ok sorry for the word wall

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breathings-of-the-heart · 5 years

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Levi x Reader Part 3

Love me Black and Blue

A/N: Happy New Year, everyone! Hope all’s well so far, and looking forward to 365 days of self-love, prosperity, human relations, and of course, more Shingeki no Kyojin! I don’t really have a preface for this chapter, other than the fact that its probably one of my favorites. As always, enjoy <3

(Part 1); (Part 2) (Part 4 sneak peek)

Please don’t tell me they already left...

You bolted forward, hissing in pain as your wrapped ankle protested against the fast and sudden movement of running. A self-induced sense of urgency spurred you onward despite it, but such carelessness twisted the injury further as you misstepped, stumbling forward slightly.

You barely flinched, bending down and tightening the bandages before treading forward once more with a bit more awareness. And without missing a beat, a distant gallop of horse hooves shook the ground. Like a cat hunting prey, your orbs darted towards the direction of the sound and spurred you onward.

“Of all days to wake up late,” you hissed underneath your breath, voice dripping with sarcasm.

A few greetings were tossed your way as you passed, casual at first until those who laid eyes on your intense gaze gave you a double take.

Your shirt wasn’t completely buttoned, the sleeve tucked on one end and rolled down on the other. Usually kempt (h/c) locks were a tangled mess tossed over your shoulders, pants consisting of flimsy sleeping shorts. It was probably a ridiculous sight to see you limping across camp so ungracefully, and in such a condition.

Catching a certain someone was more important than the throbbing sensation or uncharacteristic behavior, however.

“Captain Levi!”

Seeing a onyx-haired male just a few paces ahead of you now, you reached your arm out and tugged on the Captain’s sleeve desperately to stop him. But the burst of speed and short distance between the two of you was something you hadn’t considered.

He halted the uniform stride abruptly. You broke pace, yet being in such a hurried state left transitioning time too narrow. Unable to halt yourself in time, you collided with Levi’s sturdy back…

… and the ground slipped from beneath you.

“Shi--”

Weight precariously balanced on your back heels, you screwed your eyelids shut to prepare for your collision with the hard earth.

But the impact never came.

Levi turned around curiously, seeing the situation and calmly yet unnaturally quickly slipping his arm around your waist before you could completely trip backwards.

He muttered a small “tch,” at your lack of professionalism and shook his head, looking down to give you a much-needed lecture.

“(Y/N), how many times have I--”

Levi’s eyes flickered lower, but as soon as they did, he froze.

The current angle of your half-dipped figure and barely covered cleavage made it difficult to restrain himself from... staring. Of course you’d be oblivious about such a thing.

Levi screwed his eyelids shut in exasperation.

“--Forget it,” he finished, reverting to his usual collected self. “I won’t waste my breath.”

You tentatively opened your eyes, hands gently brushing against Levi’s firm chest. Even underneath his uniform, you could feel his impressive muscles, and became embarrassed for not hating his hand gripping your side. Heichou’s body against yours made your heart pound so fiercely you were afraid he would be able to feel it.

Stunned the whole situation, your pupils dilated as you were given the opportunity to properly admire the man in front of you.

But the moment had to end as Humanity’s Strongest cleared his throat and heaved you upwards. Blushing, you dusted yourself off as the tension-filled scene passed. Nearly everyone who knew Levi also knew it was impossible to deny his handsome appearance, but you were professional.

Maybe not at the moment, but...

“You’re a mess,” he clicked his tongue in disapproval. You rubbed your arm sheepishly at the comment. “Why aren’t you in the infirmary?” his voice brought you back to focus and you felt yourself flush once again.

“There aren’t any medics around to keep me away, and I just wanted to see you off, is all…” you answered shyly, biting the inside of your cheek.

“I literally think it’s impossible for you to just… do as you’re told,” he admonished finally as you observed the unamusement in his steele blue-gray orbs. Levi prepared to tell you off for disregarding your health so easily, but as he got a better look at you, something stopped him.

His fixed look shifted from your heaving torso down to the bandages on your leg, the panting of your laboured breathing filling the air.

Guilt and worry reflected your off of your eyes, pure and innocent. Your already petite form seemed even smaller underneath your crestfallen posture, and combining with the utter chaos of your appearance and the pain in your ankle you must’ve been ignoring to reach Levi so quickly, he couldn’t help but soften his expression a fraction.

You were simply really, really worried for your family.

“It’s just… This is the first time I won’t be going with you all, sir. I’m not used to it, and…” there was a pause. “I don’t like it...”

Petra’s gaze flitted to where you and Levi were stood, and she motioned to everyone around her, all nearby and saddling up their horses. They all smiled warmly, the waves of concern and anxiety radiating from you feasible from where they gathered around. The Captain felt their burning stares and ignored them, narrowed his eyes at you instead.

You grew flustered. Was he really angry with you for wanting to say goodbye? You replayed the brief conversation in your head, trying to find where it went wrong.

Oh.

“Not that I don’t think you’re capable without me! You obviously can handle yourselves just fine, even if you were all on your own. I don’t think I carry the squad or anything. I know you are--”

“--(Y/N)?” he cut you off, efficiently abridging your words. Out of nervous habit, you bit your lip. Levi squad all sauntered towards you, synchronized even in their steps.

“It’s just a regulation border patrol,” he continued, unfazed as they all approached. Oluo rested his arm on your shoulder, and you had to crane your head upwards to look at him, reluctantly breaking focus from the short Captain.

“Don’t worry, Shorty Girl. We’ll be back before you know it. Hell, I could probably do one of these by myself. In my sleep,” he boasted, predictably. You smiled softly at his pompous attempt to reassure you. Petra, unaffected by the Levi-wannabe’s ‘charm’, rolled his eyes.

“So you’re telling me you can spot titans with your eyes closed, dumbass?”

Before he could respond, Levi took initiative over the inevitable pointless bickering that was about to break out.

“Let’s stop wasting my time and actually get this over with,” he ordered, gaze never leaving you as he waved them off. Gunther sent you a discreet thumbs up as Eld pulled him away, waving at you as she went. Your stomach churned with anxiety regardless.

“I’m sorry, Heichou,” you croaked, playing with the ends of your hair. Levi sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Stop worrying about it, brat. It’s not your fault. And start taking better care of yourself, if you want to come with us next time.”

“Yes, sir,” you conceded defeatedly, watching desparidly as Levi turned to mount his horse. Seeing his back to you, about to leave to the uncertainty of the outside, made something snap, though, and you tugged on his sleeve once again.

“Captain, wait!” you nearly shrieked, fear growing in a frantic spurt. He looked back, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes?”

There was a pause.

“I...uh…” to be honest, you had nothing else to say. All you knew is that you didn’t want him to go just yet.

You really cared about them, didn’t you?

“Oi,” the stoic man interrupted, lamenting to the crestfallen, puppy-eyed countenance you were wearing. He reached out, pulling your hand away from the hair it was tugging at.

“We’ll come find you when we get back.”

You sighed, but there was an undeniable sincerity in his words. Levi paused, studying your expression for an awkward, silent minute as if daring you to question the statement.

“Okay,” you gave in, skin suddenly set ablaze where Levi’s fingers touched it. The gnawing worry was forgotten if only for an instant. “I guess you should be off, then, so you can return before I drive myself insane.”

Levi’s gaze met yours steadily, gears turning in his head as he monotonously analyzed the dejection in your expression. He raised his hand and signalled to the squad behind him to move out.

Petra, Gunther, Eld, and Oluo all waved to you in turn before galloping off. You were sure Humanity’s Strongest was going to leave without another word, and the churning feeling in your gut made you lightheaded as the Captain’s grip on his horse’s reins grew tighter. It must’ve been evident on your face.

Levi rolled his eyes.

“Have a little faith, (Y/N),” He insisted apathetically before turning his horse to join the others, leaving you behind.

You nodded in defeat, watching the Special Operations Squad disappear in the distance, without you alongside them.

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You sat on the nurse’s desk table, one leg hanging off and the other propped up, your head resting on your knee. Hange scuffled around, grabbing certain items for her titan experiments as you watched her intently.

She seemed to be in search of a particular item, eyes squinted in concentration. A bundle of materials rested in one of her arms, filled with intimidating scalpels, lighters, and vials of unknown substances. You began absentmindedly playing with the hem of your long skirt, the shuffle of the brunette’s movements blurring in your ears.

After rummaging through the cabinets for a solid five minutes, she pulled at her hair in frustration, whipping around to face you.

“(Y/N)...” she whined, rather loudly, jolting you back to awareness. “I can’t find a needle, and you’re just sitting there doing nothing!”

You shot the scientist a fierce glare and pulled out the drawer from the desk underneath you, pointing to the object she was looking for in silence. Hange shook her head softly, plucking the injection from its place.

“I’m getting gray hairs just staring at you, you know. Honestly, it’s like there’s a dark cloud pouring rain over your head. They’re fine, (Y/N). Lighten up.”

You crossed your arms and stuck your nose in the air defensively.

“I didn’t ask you to babysit me, so don’t complain about me polluting your good mood. You can always go if you want to.”

She clicked her tongue.

“Actually, I can’t. Corporal Shorty demanded I watch you while they’re gone.” There was a twinkle of humor in her eyes.

Taken aback, you scoffed lightly. “What does he think I’m going to do? I can barely move five feet in front of me.”

Hange laughed, provocatively grinning at you before turning around to grab a bag to place her things. The disposition in the room changed, and you knew the next thing out of the scout’s mouth would be utter ridiculousness.

“I don’t know, (Y/N). Why would someone as dark and brooding as Corporal Shorty leave someone in charge to make sure your angelic self stays perfectly safe in this room?”

So you had been correct. Noting that you were in a particularly sour mood, you saved no expense in considering Hange’s potentially gentle ego as you bluntly glowered at her.

“You know I hate it when people speak in riddles. Insinuation is pointless, Hange. Either say what you mean or shut the hell up,” you huffed, any semblance of your typically cheery personality having disappeared with your squad members.

Hange folded her arms across her chest and you inhaled deeply, wondering what had come over you.

“You’re too perfect for words, (Y/N),” the woman laughed, poking you on the nose sweetly. “No wonder Levi has taken a liking to you.”

Your cheeks flamed. If you weren’t already red from you interaction with said man that morning, you were probably scarlet now. Gauging your reaction, Hange doubled over her strange cackling growing in volume as you willed your mind not to wander off into daydream about his perfectly sculpted body, alluring orbs, defined jawline--

Wait. Since when did I start thinking about that?

“Yeah, you’re perfect for his squad,” she finished, placing a hand on her hip.

Oh. That’s what Hange meant. Of course.

You cleared your throat, willing your face to cool down in the process. She was so friendly, you started to feel sorry for snapping at her the way you did.

“I’m sorry for my bitterness, Hange,” you started apologetically. “It’s just that my job is to help them, so when I can’t, what am I good for?”

“--If you want to help, it will do well for you to stay put and heal. Petra can’t survive much longer without someone to help her tame the other brats,” a voice broke in.

You perked up instantly as your gaze snapped to the familiar sound, nearly jumping off the table after realizing Levi was leaning against the doorframe. Sunlight seemed brighter, and the world regained a bit of its color.

“Naturally. Only you can handle for such a task by yourself,” you smiled, feeling the ton of weight lifting from your chest.

Love and relief for your teammates hitting you like a rush as he sauntered closer. Your first impulse was to throw your arms around the short-statured man as soon as he was in arms-length, but you tightened your fists instead, puzzled by the urge to do such a thing. He placed himself between your legs and blew his hair out of his face.

“Hm,” Levi grunted, as if agreeing to the statement.

The raven turned to Hange, as if suddenly remembering her presence while you held your breath next to him.

“You can go now, if you’d like.”

She nodded, clutching her things tighter.

“Finally! She’s been a pain in the ass, that one,” the glasses-clad female exclaimed, a cheeky smirk plastered on her face. She ducked with the preknowledge that something would be chucked at her head.

Your glower was pressing daggers into her skin, but nevertheless, Hange winked at you as she ushered herself out of the room.

Without much of a warning, Levi placed your hands on his shoulders and his own on your hips.

“Down you go. The others are waiting for you,” he montoned, assisting you gently climb down from the cold, steel table.

Touching Levi’s broad shoulders alongside with the fact that you hadn’t needed help at all, which he knew, made your heart pound. The entire way to the mess hall, he kept a soft touch on the small of your back to guide you, making sure you wouldn’t trip. He looked down at your shorter form and leaned down to whisper something.

“Oh, and in case you thought I was being nice: two weeks of kitchen duty for disrespecting Hange.”

Something nagging bloomed in your stomach despite Levi’s unknowingly seductive tone, however; a distant memory chiming in demand to be remembered. One that made your palms sweat as you stole a glance at him.

#snk #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan #aot #levi x reader #levi ackerman fanfiction #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman headcanon #corporal shorty #HUMANITY'S STRONGEST #captain levi #levi ackerman

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mommydragon-of-all · 6 years

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To the mage village!

The sun was hanging low behind him as Soren crossed the perimeter of the village. It was a usual looking, quiet and peaceful place, if someone gave a brief glance to it. But keener eyes might have caught the unusual amount of new buildings, or the surrounding fields bursting with the finest goods. The Free Marches were rightfully called the bread basket of Thedas, with all those large wheat fields, but this village was exceptionally well doing with its various and healthy plants. In a zone that was medicore at best. It's rocky and shallow grounds stretched high up into dense forests, then further, until only a few trees could grow strong enough roots between the rocks to withhold the high winds, until only the clouds hugged the bare mountaintops.

But there was no need for anyone to strain their eyes or brains too much if they passed by this village nested in the valley by the stream, to notice it's true uniqueness. Especially if they arrived at a late hour like Soren. But unlike Soren, they might have been surprised, baffled or freaked out by the colorful lights and fires that slowly, steadily blinked into life along the streets as the highest hill hid the Sun behind its back.

Soren however, was utterly and completely mesmerized. A huge grin lit up his face and heart just as the village below started to lit up in fairy lights. He knew where he was headed, what he searched for up along the river, what he tracked, but seeing it right before his own eyes was incomparable.

A bunch of familiar names were burning one packet on his side, urging him even faster for what he knew to find, from gathered information, from rumors and deduction, from facts and hopes, and from a little bit of magical assistance. He was to find a whole nest of magic, energies flowing and humming freely, taking shapes and substances, vibrating in the air and tinting it with the irresistible taste of ozone... or was it scent? Soren could taste it on the tip of his tongue, and he abruptly urged the enormous hart he was riding on. He wanted more, see more, feel more, and he wanted it now. He wanted to laugh among those wonderful people who for the first time experienced laughing truly free, and he wanted to gulp down lungfuls of tingling air, he wanted to get drunk on it and good spiced wine tonight and he wanted to dance the rounds of freedom. One might enjoy freedom, but only can truly feel its strength among those who were freed.

The huge proud animal below Soren did not take the nudging kindly, and as if to ensure his rider didnt take him for a meek lamb either, he kicked himself high and dropped down hard, launching into a mad rush downhill. ...Soren couldnt have asked for a better mount - below dragon level. Loud, merry laughter erupted from Sorens chest. It was bouncing behind them all the way down, along their trail thorn into the foliage wide and straight, going down in a breakneck angle. It didnt matter. Let the world see and behold, for he was going there, and going with intent. He threw caution to the wind a long way back, since he made sure there was no need for covering traces anymore. Now he arrived free to a free place, dragging no harmful tail. Heck, he even weeded the root and rolled up the pathway into his pocket, so to speak.

That 'no harmful tail' thought however needed a little correction, as Soren entered the village staying true to that wide trail, the massive wild animal not bothering to jump the hay fence, but storming right through it like a natural battering ram.

Which brought Sorens joyful laughter up another level. For a whole bunch of seconds maybe, when from a corner of his eye he noticed a little, frightened child hiding behind his small stuffed animal at the side of the street. Soren grabbed the antlers of the hart and pulled them back. "Easy, big guy, there are people here.” The stubborn animal understood the no bullshit tone if not else, one that left no room for protest and promised consequences, and it stopped. ...It stopped immediately. Big hooves dug thick dark lines into the grassy ground, and the momentum dropped so suddenly that a lesser man would have flown across the fence on the other side of the road. But Soren wasnt a lesser men. A short playful laughter bubbled up his throat once again as he was bracing on the huge antlers as if they were the sides of a toy carriage. Ironed long boots touched down weightlessly next to the Hart, who towered over Sorens tall form like a piece of the mountain. Soren patted his mare in thanks, and let it on his merry way, back towards the hill.

A brave young man edged cautiously closer to Soren, freeing a rope from his waist, and offered -in a stuttering tone of disbelief, regarding his own actions perhaps- to take the travelers mount to the stables. To which Soren answered with a laugh and a heavy pat on thin shoulders: "Oh dont bother, just let it go.” -then added with a more collected manner- “Seriously, don’t approach him. He’s not domesticated." And with that he pointed his long boots towards the common center of all villages, the Tavern.

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(Well, maaaaybe he took a few... detours on the way there. This was, after all, a place full of mages and their stuff.)

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The Tavern was especially lively later that evening, packed full with mages and some other villagers, mostly drawn in by the presence of the curious stranger, who was currently –or still- in the company of Maxwell Trevelyan. Eyes often flickered over where they were seated at the fireplace. Though “seated” was a very loose term in the stranger’s vocabulary as it seemed. There was barely any minute when he sat on that chair like it was meant for. His spectacular sense of balance and easy flexibility also pulled some gazes to his lean, muscular body, but that was not the main reason he drew such a crowd. This tall, strange, armed elf lit up the village with shocks, worries, surprises and laughter since the sun reached the hill, and the time of resting and gathering, the true evening just has started. This magic enthusiast surely had some more interesting surprises under his belt for the day. …oh, if they only knew…

"That sounds awesome! But…" -Soren lifted a finger up, putting emphasis on the brief break in the conversation, while he lifted a cup with his other hand and gulped down all of it’s remaining contents- "…first things first". He slammed the cup down with a definite thump, right when the bard played the last notes of his current song. Then he sprung up with one fluid motion, as if pulled on a string, propelled by the foot on the seat by his ass. He stomped the other fine ironed long boot hard on the table. Soren cleared his throat pointedly and let his voice ring clear and loud across the Tavern. If there was an unnecessary flourish to it, it was all in the name of mocking a certain group that couldn’t hear it, and for the touch of grand dramatics and fun of course. (plus theres the influence of his Orlesian noble times too…XD THEY knew how to mock and rub it in)

“Ladies and gentleman, and everybody else, may i have your attention please?” The room went instantly silent, some drinks knocked on tables as a few nervous hands were emptied in preparation to the worst, while others shifted to the edge of their seats in curiosity, and some just waited to see if this was worth their attention. “During my… travels” –Soren continued- “i encountered a group of shiny chantry dogs way back in Orlais, hurrying East. I am a very helpful guy, so I of course generously offered to lift some of the burden off of those iron packed shoulders, and spare them a long travel. They had reservations about it at first, but in the end I stroke a good deal with them, which led me here today.”

During the brief pause it took for Soren to smirk on some entertaining flashbacks, the atmosphere of the room shifted into something so thickly charged that Soren could have sliced it with his deflect blade. But he ignited it instead with his next words, setting up an explosion of emotions and raw magic in the air. Oh how he loved explosions.

“They let me carry their stuff from then on and I let them carry on living. Well, most of them. It was a generous deal… especially since the stuff I bargained for wasn’t even theirs. So without their special compass they had nowhere to go but backtracking their own trail, and I came to return that stuff to their ONLY rightful owners. That is why I am here now in your amazing village. So please come forward and take back what is yours and YOURS ALONE. You even have your names on them..."

While finishing his little speech Soren reached into his biggest, iron banded pouch, the one he just wore to carry its special content here. He quickly found the big knot of the neatly tangled strings inside and pulled them out. The sound of small glasses clinging to each other filled the breathless silence in the room as Soren lifted the huge bunch of phylacteries up. They broke the light of the fireplace into crimson flickers, reflecting in wide eyes all around.

A side smirk sliced the heavy air and the stillness broke as Soren invitingly dangled the precious delivery.

The small vials quickly found their way into the trembling hands of their owners, evoking a large scale of reactions from tears to laughter, leaving only a few in Soren's hand. Judging by the sight of some excited people rushing out the door, the remaining mages would be in the Tavern soon too to collect theirs. There was only one particular phylactery tucked away in a different pocket, one Soren wanted to carry and hand over with special care, one that spurred Soren on to take the quickest routes over the more adventurous, one that wore the name of one Maxwell Trevelyan. It brought up a very fond memory of a great, fun day, and whispered promises of more excitement.

Then there was also the two broken ones, bundled up in small pieces of cloth, that Soren fished out from the bottom of the pouch. He offered them to the two crestfallen, worried mages still standing by the table, looking over the remaining vials repeatedly.

“Oh, sorry, these must be the ones you are looking for right? They broke during my… negotiation with their holders, but I collected most of their pieces, including the parts with the name tags. I also didn’t clean them so you can verify them if you want. Thought you might not rest easy until you saw them destroyed with your own eyes so... here. Im sorry but you just have to take my word for the fate of their contents, that I threw a firebomb on the place where they broke. Oh, and one on the clothes and belongings of the templars who carried them, for good measure. They themselves choose a good dip in the river over being cleansed with fire. ...how I wish i had seen them return to the White Spire…"

When the two mages hugged and thanked Soren with a strange mixture of relived tears and amusement then hurried away with barely held back eager fire in their hands, Soren settled back down with a pleased warm smile and enigmatic happy gleam in his eyes. This was a wonderful day. He took in the happy chaos all around him, the raw emotions, the energies dancing around, and it made his broad chest way too narrow to hold his full heart. Well, even more so than usual. This was everything... and that earthbound Bran laughed on him for working so hard for free. This was a reward higher than all the nobles could ever pay. His zone out was broken by a loud crack of the fire. He blinked, breaking his distant gaze and upon returning to earth he turned to Max, fishing out his phylactery with great care and holding it out to him. He was grinning ear to ear again.

“Wanna go out and do some spectacular ritual burning of this? By the way, is it too late to insist that I believe that such a thing has to involve naked dancing in the moonlight? THAT would be truly spectacular.” Soren joked, lifting a bit the weight of the moment, and doing so he silently offered an easy way to ask for an out if Maxwell wanted some privacy with it.

#(OMG I CANT BELIEVE I FORGOT TO EVER POST THIS!!!)#it was one of his hobbies targeting marching out templar groups after the rebellion #no one can hurt his precious mages just because they were too awesome #mommydagon is there for u #a new beautiful friendship buds #maxwell trevelyan #soren lavellan #mage village #screenshots

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spreadmywings · 7 years

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It's Been Awhile

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Summary:

Things have been strained since Bruce "died", and it's been awhile since they've been able to just be brothers. Alfred calls for movie night, so maybe it's time to mend some fences.

Dick stretched and winced, scowling and blinking at the sun angling its relentless way through the slats in the blinds of his livingroom window. He supposed it was his own fault he was awake, now. He should have moved from the couch and slept in his bed the night before, in his bedroom with the blackout curtains that let him sleep no matter how sunshiny and bright the day outside. He'd been sore the night before and hadn't wanted to move after dinner, though.

Of course, that was nothing to how sore he felt, now.

He really should have known better...

Just because an injury was minor or hadn't occurred on patrol didn't mean it would affect the body any differently. The problem was, he'd ignored it because it had been a minor thing... and a somewhat embarrassing one, at that. He sighed and sat up. He wasn't going to get back to sleep, now. It just wasn't going to happen. He supposed he could catch up on laundry and grocery shopping since he didn't have anywhere else to be for the rest of the weekend.

Twenty minutes later, he was in the kitchen, staring at the refrigerator. He'd planned on an omelet for breakfast, but that wasnt going to happen, either. He'd realized that the second he'd reached for the skillet. Stretching his shoulder over his head to reach the pot rack had been enough to have him cursing under his breath, but actually trying to lift the heavy pan had been enough to change his plans in a hurry.

He felt better than when he'd woken up, but he was a lot worse than he had been the night before. Concrete had a way of doing that, especially when the body that hit it wasn't wearing kevlar or body armor. He sighed and grabbed for a yogurt and some juice, making sure to use his left hand, this time. Just moving hurt, though, so he grabbed a bottle of painkillers from the drawer under the counter. At least he had basic first aid supplies stashed a few places around his apartment; he'd learned that lesson the hard way.

When his stomach growled, he remembered all he'd had the night before had been a frozen dinner. He'd been too sore to try for more than that, and then he'd closed his eyes to rest and now here he was. He added a not quite too brown banana and a box of cereal to his collection. It would do until lunch. He'd hit up the deli down the street on his way to get groceries, and then maybe call for takeout for dinner if things weren't any better after laundry. He'd been injured enough times to realize that would be the probable outcome.

He managed a decent enough... well, it wasn't really like the granola and fruit parfaits Alfred made for brunch sometimes, but it was filling, anyway, and the best he was going to manage without actually cooking. He was just tossing the dishes into the sink when his phone rang from what sounded like the couch cushions. He'd have ignored it if he hadn't recognized the James Bond theme.

"Alfred?"

He lowered himself carefully to the coffee table - he knew he'd never get up easily from the depths of the couch cushions' clutches.

"Good morning. Yeah, just finishing up breakfast. No, no plans other than laundry and grocery shopping. Oh. Tonight? Yeah, I can swing by on my way..." Because no, he wasn't going to tell Alfred no. He didn't hide his doubts as well as he could have, perhaps, but he definitely wasn't going to tell Alfred no. Not when he'd asked.

"Okay, got it. Movie starts at seven. Tell Tim I'll start driving around his block at six, then. I'll never find a parking spot near him on a weekend." Especially not when the Knights had a home game that night.

"Thanks, Alfie. You too. Seeya tonight." Dick dropped his head to his knees, ignoring the twinges all over his body. He and Tim were working together, still, but things were still strained if one knew what to look for.

And Alfred did.

Of course he did. Alfred knew everything.

That also meant Alfred knew best.

As much as Dick wasn't looking forward to it, he knew he needed to do this. They were family. And family, whatever form it manifested as, meant something to all of them. It was why they did what they did every night.

Okay. He was going to do this.

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It was closer to 6:15 when he made his first slow loop around Tim's block. He'd failed to take into account just how difficult driving was going to be. Especially driving a stick. He was in luck, though. Tim was running late, too, and was just coming out the door of his building as he pulled up. He slowed down enough to let Tim jump in, and he offered up a grin as he watched Tim stow his laptop bag in the back seat. Some things never changed, and he could almost forget all that had happened over the last year.

"Welcome aboard, Timbo."

"Hey."

Okay, it was going to be one of those nights. Well, he'd worked with Bruce for years. He was used to quiet conversational partners. He could do this.

"I upgraded the stereo," he offered, nodding toward the short auxiliary cord hanging from the dash. "We can actually listen to something for more than a two minute stretch at a time..."

Even the reference to the horrid radio reception in his car didn't merit more than a quiet "Thanks," as Tim pulled up a playlist. It wasn’t the unobtrusive classical music he’d expected. It was some angsty sounding guitar ballad.

Dick stifled a sigh. This wasn't going to be easy. Nothing he'd planned on saying seemed suitable now that it was time. Time to wing it, then. He darted a quick glance towards the other seat. Tim was looking out the window, abstracted, but he could see his reflection in the side window. He looked tired. Dick felt like twenty different kinds of a horrible person.

"I'm sorry, Tim. I was so busy trying to take over for Bruce that I ended up doing exactly what he would have. I assumed and didn't explain." He took a deep breath, ready to dive back in and abase himself a little more, anything to ease some of those lines from Tim's forehead, to get his little brother to crack a smile at one of his stupid jokes.

"Dick."

And Dick knew better, but the urgency made him pull his eyes from the road in front of him to look Tim in the face.

"Dick! Watch out!"

"Oh crap!" He braked and down-shifted and it was too much movement, too quick, all at once. He couldn't hide the hiss of pain as he eased slowly into the thickening traffic. He didn't dare look over at Tim, now.

"What were you thinking? Scratch that. You weren't. I can tell. But what happened? Why did Alfred ask you to pick me up if you were hurt?" A moment's pause. "Wait. You weren't hurt on patrol the other night, so Alfred doesn't even know, does he? What happened?"

Dick didn't take his eyes off the road once. "Nothing serious..." He didn't offer anything more. He just focused on what appeared to be a lovely looking traffic jam forming around them.

Wonderful.

"Dick..." Tim's tone carried a note of steel, an audible extension of the Batglare.

It wasn't at all like Bruce's or Alfred's or even Dick's own, but he felt a sudden need to explain everything. Dick gave an aborted shrug of his left shoulder, thankful that he wasn't as sore on that side, at least. "I fell."

"Fell? From where? If it wasn't on patrol, then how..."

Dick could practically hear the crinkles on Tim's forehead as he tried to puzzle it out.

"I slipped, okay? On some ice." He could feel his cheeks heat up as he admitted it. They'd been rotating a few nights off patrol each week ever since Bruce had returned, and he hadn't been scheduled to go out the night before, so no one had even had a reason to know. He would have been fine in another day or two, he was just banged up. And sore.

And embarrassed as hell.

"You fell?" Tim couldn't hold in the laugh that burst out. "You mean you fell. Not..." He made a stylized set of bat ears with his fingers.

"Yeah. I guess someone left their hose dripping on their balcony or something and there was a light glaze of ice on the stairs. A kid in my building was taking their new puppy for a walk and he pulled loose from their grasp. I didn't want the pup to get hurt..." Dick had caught the leash before the dog had gotten into traffic, but he'd made the most ungraceful, ungainly landing anyone had ever seen, falling back against the concrete of the stairs and then bouncing onto the curb and sidewalk. He'd been holding on so tightly to the dog that he hadn't braced himself against the fall at all.

"Nothing serious. I just hurt all over." His pride included.

"You injured yourself rescuing a puppy..." Tim didn't even bother asking it, just stated it. "Has anyone ever told you how ridiculous you are?" Dick's cheeks went a little redder. "Yeah. Babs." She'd been bugging him to make up with Tim for the last three weeks. He'd finally snapped and told her what he thought of her interference. The brief flash of anger had quickly given way to guilt as he walked up the stairs to his building.

"Well, she would know." And suddenly things relaxed a little.

Dick shook his head ruefully. "Yeah, I guess she would."

"You really are ridiculous, Dick. Pull over once you get a chance. I can drive."

"Are you sure?" As great as it sounded, Dick didn't want to be a bother.

"What's family for? If nothing else, it will be prime blackmail material for at least a week or two..."

Dick laughed. He'd talk things out more when they got a chance, but things were well on their way to mending, now.

"Okay, okay. When we stop I'll let Alf know we're running a little late. Maybe we won't miss too much of the movie." He frowned. "Actually, he didn't tell me what it was going to be..."

Tim burst out laughing. "Lilo and Stitch, Dick. You know. Ohana means family..."

"And family means no one gets left behind. Or forgotten..."

Alfred didn't even bother with subtlety, sometimes, but they'd cleared things up on their own even before his little lesson. "Maybe we'd better hurry then, Timbo. I'd hate to miss the opening song..."

#my fic #dick grayson #tim drake

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carriemanton-blog · 6 years

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This is my first story; there are more to come if there is any interest. This story begins during my sophomore year of college. I attended a community college while living at home during my freshman year, but moved into the dorms of a local university during my sophomore year. I had been dating Casey for about a year at this point and she was about to move into a new apartment with a high school friend, Alex. I was a year older than both girls. I had taken a year off between high school and college, so I was 20 and both girls were 19. Casey was a brunette with brown eyes, about 55" and a little on the curvy side, very cute with large C/small D cup boobs. She was a lot of fun, but could be very hot-tempered, which we shall see later in the story. Casey was attending cosmetology school, which started a bit later than my college courses. Alex was blonde haired, blue-eyed and tan, about 57" and athletic. She was your typical hot college age girl, a little full of herself but for good reason. She had a great body and large B to small C cup medium breasts. Alex decided to quit school after a year of college and was waiting tables at an upscale restaurant. After getting myself moved into my dorm, I volunteered to help Casey move in. We took a day and made about a dozen trips from her house to the apartment, then spent some time shopping to outfit her new place. This was her first apartment so she was missing essentials like cookware, trash cans, shower curtains, and all of the other little household items that you dont think about until you get your own place. It was a bi-level apartment, with the downstairs consisting of the kitchen, living room, and a small bathroom, with two bedrooms and a larger bathroom upstairs. We were both exhausted by the end of the day, but I had a reading assignment due so was reading Platos Republic while Casey slept. Alex had been working a night shift and I heard the door open around 2 A.M. Her parents had dropped off some furniture while Casey and I were moving in, so the only thing Alex brought with her was an armful of clothes. I was sitting in a chair in Caseys bedroom with the door cracked open and had a view of the hallway and the entryway to Alexs bedroom. Alex, believing us both to be sleeping, said quietly, "Okay, if you dont want to see my pussy, look away." She proceeded to strip out of her work uniform right in the entryway of her bedroom, where a mirror was fortuitously placed, giving me a great view of both the front and the back. Her work uniform consisted of a white dress shirt and black pants. She unbuttoned the shirt and let it fall to the ground, revealing a black bra which quickly followed the shirt. She was more attractive than I had realized before, and I had always found her to be sexy. She was tan all over and fit, with perky boobs that had small brown nipples. Her stomach was taut and she looked tight all over, a nice contrast to Caseys curves. She unbuttoned her pants, revealing that she had not been wearing any underwear while at work. They soon joined the shirt and bra on the floor, unveiling a neatly trimmed landing strip and a tight ass. By this point, I was rock hard. Plato was forgotten and I was torn between ogling Alex and making sure that Casey stayed asleep. I didnt want to be caught checking out my girlfriends roommate naked on my first night there. Luckily, Casey was dead to the world and I quietly started stroking myself through my gym shorts while getting an eyeful of Alex. I realize now that Alex must have known that I was still awake somehow. At the time I thought I had just gotten lucky to see her naked, but after undressing, she began to check herself out in the mirror, cupping her boobs and turning from side to side to get a good view from all angles. Satisfied, she gave her reflection a smile and got into bed, without putting any pajamas on. I quietly finished stroking one out and finally got some sleep. I returned to school the next day, feeling both guilty and excited about spying on Alex the night before. Casey was my first girlfriend, aside from some short flings in high school. Ive always been a bit introverted and finding and maintaining relationships has never been a strong suit. With Casey, everything seemed to come easier than it had with other girls, so I had no thought of cheating on her or otherwise endangering our relationship. With that being said, I was 20 and constantly horny. Over the next few weeks, I began to spend more and more time at Casey and Alexs apartment. Eventually, I was there more than I was at my dorm. Most of my time there was spent with Casey, playing video games, watching movies, and, of course, having sex whenever Alex wasnt around. Casey and Alexs schedules were pretty different, with Casey having class during the day each weekday and Alex primarily working night shifts at the restaurant. I had organized my class schedule so that I didnt have class on Wednesday or Friday with only one class on Monday. We all hung out together occasionally, sometimes drinking when we could get beer, which wasnt very often with all of us under legal age. Alex almost never wore a bra when she was at home, her perky nipples nearly always visible, which bothered Casey a little bit. I did my best to be medium breasts a loyal boyfriend, but would definitely find myself staring. Alex also never wore panties of any kind, a habit which Casey adopted. They both would wear short shorts around the house and I caught glimpses of both of their pussies on more than one occasion. Casey always kept hers shaved smooth, but Alex maintained that little landing strip. Again, the contrasts between the two intrigued me. One activity that Casey and I took up during this time was renting porn movies and teasing each other while watching. Casey was terrified that Alex would walk in while my face was buried in her crotch or vice versa. Of course, this is exactly what happened one night. Casey was giving me head on the couch while I was watching a threesome on screen and we heard Alexs key in the door. Casey panicked, swore, and hurriedly covered up my cock with a blanket. Alex walked in, saying hi from the other room, and then entered the living room and saw what was on the screen. She turned to look at us and said, "Well, this looks like fun. Ill be right back." While she ran upstairs, Casey asked wondered what we should do and I didnt have an answer for her. Before we could decide on a plan, Alex came back downstairs in her customary tank top sans bra and a tiny pair of white shorts that left little to the imagination. She laid down on her stomach, in front of us so that she could watch the movie and we could see her, but she couldnt see us. She looked back, smiled, and said, "Carry on!" Casey looked at me. I shrugged, not thinking very straight after having my blowjob interrupted. Casey thought for a second, then pulled the blanket that had not been concealing my bulge very well over her head. Soon, the blowjob resumed. I didnt know where to look. There was a mouth on my cock, covered by a blanket that bobbed up and down. There was a threesome on the TV. And there was an incredibly hot girl wearing next to nothing lying in front of me. My lust overcame my senses and I focused on Alexs ass and pussy mound, not very well concealed by the skin tight shorts. Casey was starting to make some slurping sounds, which caused me to moan. Then I saw that the view of Alex had changed slightly. Her hand had somehow fit into the skin tight shorts. She seemed to be rubbing her clit, at first slowly and softly. My cock was harder than it had ever been. As Casey made more dick gobbling noises, I became more vocal, which seemed to cause Alexs shorts to become increasingly moist, until they were practically transparent. Alexs slow and soft clit rubbing transitioned to faster and more insistent motions, until she began grinding her clit into her hand. Suddenly, she stopped the humping motion, her legs shook, and she let out a very quiet squeal. I had just watched Alex have an orgasm while getting blown by Casey and it was amazing. Casey could tell that I was getting close and slowed down. When we watched porn together, she usually took me right to the edge without going over before wed switch and Id eat her out until she came. Wed repeat this process until the movie finished or we couldnt take it anymore, usually the latter, before taking the party to the bedroom. I wasnt sure what was going to happen next now that Alex was here. Casey talia mplstudios was a bit self-conscious around Alex, so I didnt know if she would feel comfortable having me go down on her with Alex in the room. Fortunately, Alex solved the problem for us. "Im tired. You guys have a good night!" She just about winked as she said it and headed back to her room. Casey, now out from under the blanket, smiled at me mischieviously and said, "Lets go upstairs." I noticed that Alexs door was cracked open as we headed to the bedroom. We hurriedly stripped our few remaining articles of clothing off and Casey pushed me onto the bed. I was still rock hard and she straddled me, guided me into her pussy, and slowly sank down onto me. It didnt take long for her to pick up the pace. Casey was louder than usual as she slammed herself onto me. My hands found my way to her amazing tits, lightly twisting and pinching her nipples. My mouth replaced my hands, tongue flicking against her nipples, causing her to moan ever louder. Very swiftly, Casey yelled out, "Holy fuck, Im coming, Im fucking coming." Her vagina squeezed around me as her movements slowed and her legs quivered. When she came down, I slipped out from under her and pushed her down so I could enter her from behind. I slowly filled her up before pulling out and repeating the process, gradually building up speed. At the apex of each thrust, Casey moaned. When the slow, hard fucking became hard, fast fucking, her hand found her way to her clit, making her even louder. I was getting close, but before I could finish, her pussy gripped me again and she nearly yelled out, "Holy fuck, your dick is so big, fuck!" That did the trick and I pulled out and sprayed one of the biggest loads Ive ever had all over her ass, back, and even into her hair. Though I was definitely not complaining, I was a bit curious about why Casey had been so vocal. She usually wasnt that loud in bed. My answer came shortly as we both heard muffled moaning coming from Alexs room. Casey grinned at me. "That did the trick." Shed been putting on a show for her friend and it sounded like it worked. Life continued after that night. I turned 21 and more often than not, we now had beer or booze around. I continued to be the loyal boyfriend while enjoying eyefuls of Alex and was practically living in their apartment at this point. As I mentioned, Casey had a temper and was a little insecure around Alex. On one particular drunken night, we were taking turns playing video games. At one point, Casey asked me to follow her into the kitchen. She whispered to me, "Im getting so horny." She then pulled my dick out of her shorts, dropped to her knees, and started blowing me right in the middle of the kitchen. This lasted for a couple of minutes before Alex called out, "Casey, its your turn." Casey got up, smiled, and left me to put my dick away. As I walked back into the living room, Alex glanced at my shorts. Theres no way she could have not seen my bulge. "What were you guys doing?" She asked innocently. I, being drunk, replied, "Casey was blowing me." Casey smacked me playfully and giggled. Alex looked at us. "Thats so hot." She picked up her beer bottle. "Did she do it like this?" She proceeded to give the best blowjob ever given to a bottle of Killians. She tongued around the lip of the bottle, licked down to the label, swirled her tongue around the sides of the neck, and inserted it into her mouth. Her lips and tongue formed a seal and she bobbed down until the label of the bottle reached her mouth, then backed it out and repeated the process a few times, before extracting the bottle from her mouth with an audible pop. My dick, already hard from Caseys ministrations, strained against my shorts. Alex was staring at my crotch and I was staring at Alexs mouth. Neither of us was paying attention to Casey, who had stopped playing the video game when Alex began her demonstration. "Fuck both of you guys," Casey said, her voice low and dangerous. "Fuck you, were done," she said, looking at me. "Alex, youre such a bitch." Shocked at how quickly this fun night had turned into mpl galleries a shit storm, I followed Casey up to her room. "Whats wrong? What did I do?" She glared at me. "I know you think Alex is hot. Im tired of watching you stare at her. I just had my mouth on your dick, but you couldnt look away from her for five seconds. Fuck you, were done, fuck you." Casey threw on some clothes, grabbed her purse and keys, and stormed out, yelling something about staying with her parents if anyone gave a shit. I went back downstairs, not sure what to do. I was too drunk to drive back to school. Alex was no longer on the couch; she must have snuck into her room while Casey was yelling at me. Frustrated, I grabbed another beer, sat down on the couch, and started playing the video game again. A short while later, Alex came back downstairs. She was wearing the same tight, white shorts that she had worn while fingering herself while we were watching the porno and a light blue tank top, complete with highbeam studio nudes headlights. She sat down on the other side of the couch. I asked her if she wanted to play and she said sure. I passed her the controller and she let her fingertips slide up my hand and forearm while grabbing it from me. She began playing, but spread her legs wide while doing so. The shorts were so tight that her labia were clearly outlined against the thin fabric. Here was my dilemma. It was clear that Alex was into me and wanted something to happen. I could fool around with this girl who I had been eyefucking for months at this point or I could try to call Casey, the girl Id been dating for nearly a year and a half, and try to work things out. Sober, I like to think that I would have made the smart decision and tried to work with Casey. Drunk and horny, I let the little head do the thinking. I moved closer to her and rested my hand on her bare leg, then started slowly moving it higher and higher. I swear, I watched her pussy get wet enough to dampen the tiny white shorts. I slipped a finger under them, teasing the delicate skin between her pussy and her thigh. She dropped the controller. My other hand grabbed her neck and pulled her face to mine. Our lips met, then our tongues. She was lightly moaning as my fingers danced around her pussy without touching it. I pulled my hand out of her shorts and lifted her tank top off, letting her perky boobs spring free. My hands cupped them as we continued to make out, my fingertips gently flitting over her nipples. I pushed her back so she was reclining against the side of the couch and hooked my fingers into those white shorts, my tongue moving from her neck to her nipples and then down her flat stomach. I could smell her pussy and needed to taste it. I pulled the shorts off and kissed around her pussy, letting my tongue flick over the outside of her labia. Finally, I slowly licked her from the bottom to top, then top to bottom, then bottom to top one more time before letting my tongue flick over her clit. She moaned. She was dripping wet. Her juices coated her pussy lips, her clit, and even the tops of her thighs. I continued flicking her clit with my tongue, occasionally travelling lower to taste her pussy before returning to her clit. I moved my finger to her hole and slid just the tip in, slowly circling, before sliding it all the way in. My finger continued to slowly fuck her while my mouth and tongue worshipped her clit. Then I inserted another finger into her while my mouth formed a tight seal around her clit and my tongue flicked across it. She grabbed my hair, pushed herself into me, and had a huge, shuddering orgasm. She pushed me up, made me lay back, and crouched between my legs. She just sat there, looking at my manhood, before quietly saying, "You have a really nice dick." I smiled, and she gently pulled her fingernails across the bottom of my cock. Her fingers circled around the head and she began lightly twisting, just barely touching. It was an amazing sensation, something that Casey had never done before. Her hand began working its way down my shaft and back up, just lightly touching and turning in a circular motion instead of the up and down that I was used to. Her touch became more insistent and she suddenly bent down and slipped just the head into her mouth, her tongue swirling around while her hand pumped my shaft. She then took her hand off me, popped the head out and licked up and down my shaft, lubricating it with her saliva, before returning to my head. She looked up at me, somehow managed to smile with my cock in her mouth, and then formed a tight seal around my cock with her tongue and lips before beginning to bob. Alex was much more experienced than Casey at giving head. She took me deeper than Casey ever had, held me in her throat, and then bobbed back up. She would alternate between swallowing my dick and using her tongue to lick my shaft and around my head. Then she moved even lower and began to flick her tongue over my balls. It felt amazing and to this day is one of the most memorable blowjobs Ive ever received. Sober, I would have come very quickly, but alcohol makes men into champions. Eventually, though, I stopped her. "Im going to come if you keep that up." "But you havent even fucked me yet!" She was being playful, but finished up by lightly kissing my balls and my dick all over. I sat up, pushed her back, and returned my fingers to her pussy. It was still soaking wet. I moved my cock into position and soaked it in her pussy juices while grinding it against her clit, then lowered and positioned it against her slit. I slowly pushed into her, savoring the intense feeling of her warm and wet pussy engulfing my dick. I slid all the way into her and she moaned, grabbing my shoulders. I began slowly pumping, pulling nearly all the way it before filling her up again. She loved it. I increased the pace and bent so that I could flick my tongue across her nipple while pounding her. This drove her crazy and she finished quickly, squeezing my cock with her pussy. I repositioned without leaving her tightness so that I could fill her up and then grind against her clit while she was stuffed full of me. I started slowly again before increasing the tempo. It wasnt long before her vagina squeezed me again and she had another intense orgasm. Then I had her roll over so I could enter her from behind. That ass pointed up in the air and her slick pussy was a sight to behold. I pushed into her and she grabbed the arm of the couch. There was no slow build up this time. I just pounded her hard and fast, feeling her ass push back into me. It wasnt long before I was ready to finish. "Im going to come. Do you want me to pull out?" I managed to gasp out between thrusts. "No, fill me up." This was too much to handle and I slammed into her and felt her pussy squeeze me as I shot my load deep into her. It seemed to last forever. Finally satisfied, I pulled out and sat back down. "Fuck, that was amazing," I said after catching my breath. "Thank you, I needed that," was Caseys reply. She left to clean up while I didnt move, exhausted. She came back out, still naked, and asked, "Would you like to sleep in my bed tonight?" I said yes and followed her upstairs. We slept naked, her firm body pushed against mine. When I woke up, she was gone. She left a note that said, "Had fun last night. Got called into work. Thanks!" Id like to say that Alex and I continued to fuck each other at every opportunity, or that Alex, mpl studio updates Casey, and I had dozens of threesomes together. Unfortunately, thats not what ended up happening. Casey called me later and apologized. We made up and got back together. I never mentioned my night with Alex to her and Alex must not have either. After that night, Alex was around the apartment far less often and I didnt see much of her. At the end of their lease, they both decided to move out and ended up going separate ways. Casey and I stayed together for a few more months, but we eventually broke up. Thank you for reading my first story. If you have any questions, comments, or constructive criticism, please feel free to leave a comment or send a PM. If it is well received, I may have more in the futur

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Ellen von Unwerth:’ Let’s photograph girlfriends enjoying life’

Blending old-world charm with a uniquely provoking eroticism, Ellen von Unwerths photographs are a riot of merriment and sly subversion. Richard Godwin sounds why it is also necessary go ourselves less seriously

Ellen von Unwerth cant stop laughable. The German photographer, 63, is ricochetting around the Taschen gallery in West Hollywood in her sneakers, attempting to talk through the images from her latest expo and artwork work, Heimat .

So heimat symbolizes Fatherland or Motherland or where you were born and where your roots are, she tells me. Bavaria is not my heimat , but we wanted to make a lampoon of the whole Bavarian thing.

The whole Bavarian occasion, apparently, involves supermodels cavorting nude in Alpine fields, play-act suggest behaves with sausages, udders and sacred maidens, sledging topless, spanking each other in dirndls and generally experiencing the fecundity and vigour for which the countries of the south German slopes are celebrated. Oh, ja , its extremely sex there, even the clothes they push up the bosoms and there are lots and lots of sausages, ha ha ha, she excuses. But you examine so many personas that are dark and depressing at the moment. All these sad ladies being pathetic! So I figured, tells show girls having fun and enjoying life.

The new Bardot: Claudia Schiffer in Italy, 1989. Picture: Ellen von Unwerth

Von Unwerth has a strange flair for get famous and beautiful girls( Claudia Schiffer, Madonna, Naomi Campbell, Rihanna, Kate Moss) to remove their limits and routinely their underwear while retaining control. Her portraits are often provocatively sexual, but its frequently her themes who are doing the excite. I ever give them something to do, she discloses. When person not moving I get bored. I take two videos and I reply: Great, I have it now. But I affection the body in action. I like the nude organization in movement.

The fashion world adores her for this. You could tell from the raucous launch party for Heimat , where Arnold Schwarzenegger improbably scratched shoulders with Yolandi Visser, and most of the simulations from the kill culminated up leap in a wading pool. Von Unwerths Instagram feed is among the few that stimulate fad weeks actually ogle fun. On International Womens Day, the fashiony angles of Instagram were awash with tributes to her: You raise fun, sex, craziness to place. I always enjoy pushing my boundaries, embracing my femininity/ sexuality and of course my personality ever thunderous and proud when we work together, wrote one representation, Alexina Graham. Ellen von Unwerths playful and entitling photos are such a elation to be a part of and I am so happy she is there to represent women in such a male reigned professing! wrote another, Syrie Moskowitz.

I ever give the representations something to do: Ellen von Unwerth. Image: Steffen Kugler

It is clear that everyone had a whole lot of laughters in Bavaria. Von Unwerth gestures towards an image of three women topless on a sled: This pattern is Miss Russia and she brought a lot of vodka to the shoot. So the latter are boozing behind my back in the snow. Von Unwerth is not much given to analysing. When I allude to the male gaze she has no idea what Im talking about. When I find myself comprehending for the word porn she shoots back: Have you ever seen a porno? Well, one of your pictures does literally depict two people having fornication in a hayloft. Its more motivated by a B-movie sense of clique. I wouldnt announce porno.( After our interrogation, one of her aides announces me to make sure that I dont think its indecent .)

Of course, the word I should have reached for was erotic. Or perhaps simply German. Appear at the scandal there was with Janet Jackson over here, she enunciates referring to the Super Bowl nipple decline of 2004. It was a boob! Its something you should be proud of and not conceal. Specially if its nice. Ha ha ha ha! In Germany it is not like this. Even if you go to a park in Berlin in the summer, everybody is naked and playing frisbee. You would get arrested if you did that in LA.

Leg pulling: Bumpy Slide, from Heimat. Photo: Ellen von Unwerth

Von Unwerth was endure in Frankfurt in 1954 and grown up in an orphanage and a succession of foster homes. She has no recollection of her parents and not much inclination to reflect on their absence. Its what stirred “peoples lives”, she enunciates. I was free from force and I was able to take the best from everywhere. I dont truly have a heimat . So her heimat is wherever she happens to be? Exactly.

She moved to Bavaria aged 16 to join a commune and later went to study in Munich. On her first day at university person replied: Hey, would you like to do a modelling profession? And I turned around and never went back to university. That led to a shoot for the German publication Bravo , which in turn led to her being signed by Elite examples in Paris. I kind of hated modelling, but somehow I did it for 10 times. I was not really the exhibitionist category. Its hard psychologically to be a model. And predominantly parties told me not to move when I was constituting. I just wanted to be like the girls in my visualizes now.

Your Turn,( Rihanna ), 2009. Picture: Ellen von Unwerth

It was simply in 1986 that she firstly started taking picture herself a boyfriend lent her his camera on a way product in Kenya and she went into a nearby village to hit neighbourhood juveniles. I came back home and presented them to my friends and they were like: Theyre really good, Ellen! Because prototypes are supposed to be stupid. I was astounded myself because I wasnt very interested in photography. I had never learnt how to do it.

Her personas were published in the French publication Jill , and she went on to shoot for i-D , the Face , Interview and Vogue , in the vein of her greatest affect Helmut Newton. It was a shoot with the then unknown Claudia Schiffer for French Elle in 1988 that realized both of their occupations. She was a sweet girlfriend and I didnt think so much of it, but when I looked at the pictures, I announced my husband[ music producer Christian Fourteau] and read: Doesnt she look like Brigitte Bardot? The teeth, the eyes? Soon after we did the Guess jean expedition and it was a jumpstart to my job. She likewise detected Eva Herzigov( shes oozing with vigour) and Nadja Auermann, and killed the notorious 1995 Playboy hit that announced that Drew Barrymore was no longer the girl from ET . She has remained in demand although there are the smartphone period has debased the art.

Saddle up: On the high horse, 2015. Picture: Ellen von Unwerth

Its not special any more to be a photographer, she remarks. Even when I take a representation, everybody stands next to me and takes the same image. Five a few minutes later its on everybody else Instagram and Im old information so Im was necessary to take draws on my iPhone too.

She tells me she can usually tell the difference between a photograph a gentleman has taken and one a woman has taken. But I find it crazy how girls photograph themselves all the time. When I was a girl and seemed in the mirror, my stepmother would come in and give me a slap. There was this idea that if you did that, the devil would get in you and steal your identity. Now everyone does this. I request frameworks sometimes, Do you have to take so many selfies? And “theyre saying”: Only when I take selfies do I get likes. Its sad! Narcissism is so celebrated in our society, sometimes people lose interest in other people.

Heimat by Ellen von Unwerth, rate 650, issued by Taschen as a collectors copy of 1,500 mimics, each numbered and signed by the photographer. For more information, go to taschen.com