NEUVILLETTE HAS A SISTER??? how does Eclair get along with her? 👀
I'm so sorry anon, this is actually really difficult for me to answer cause I have NO context or frame of reference of what you're referring to 😭
If you mean how I see Furina and Neuvillette's relationship as platonic and familial, Eclair treats Furina just like everyone else does. Well, mostly. She holds a certain respect for the Archon, but there's also a hint of distrust there. Not because Furina did anything specifically, but because she hasn't done anything. But investigating the Archon seems...wrong. So she doesn't and just holds it in the back of her mind.
The closest they've ever gotten to a real conversation was an abrupt request from Furina for a tea party. Something rather quaint and private. It wasn't exactly what Eclair was expecting, far more used to the flamboyant and excitable Archon, but it was nice. Educational in a sense. I think they started understanding each other a bit more after that, but that's about it. I'd like to explore their dynamic a bit more after the prophecy, but that's still a work in progress. Gotta get through the five years before the Traveler even got to Fontaine first!
If you're referring to @anevilbunnyinthehat 's oc Nahtaivel, then I have no idea because they haven't actually interacted! But I love her and I think she's amazing and wnxsjcjejcdk
Don't give Eclair another Sovereign; she's still trying to wrap her head around the fact that she's been courting one already LOL
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“You guys catch the boots out here? That’s a hot ground, man,” he joked. 🤡
AP Reported on the incident in 2004:
The moment occurred on Monday as the president mingled with a first responder, prompting laughter from people nearby.
“You guys catch the boots out here? That’s a hot ground, man,” he joked.
President Biden jokes about how hot the ground is in Maui after a fire ripped through, killing hundreds.
Despite media reports of roughly 100 deaths from the fires, locals estimate that at least… 1000+
— Collin Rugg (@CollinRugg) August 21, 2023
In another moment, the president addressed Maui’s wildfire victims, and he attempted to relate to them by citing a fire his home endured back in 2004.
“I don’t want to compare difficulties, but we have a little sense, Jill and I, what it’s like to lose a home,” he said.
Biden said that he almost “lost my wife, my ’67 Corvette, and my cat.”
The president used the moment to commend firefighters for their bravery.
According to a 2004 report from Firehouse.com, the fire at the Biden residence was contained to the kitchen:
Lightning struck the home of Sen. Joseph Biden, starting a small fire that was contained to the kitchen.
No one was injured in Sunday’s fire, which started amid a storm that caused serious flooding in Pennsylvania and knocked out power to hundreds of Delaware homes and businesses.
Firefighters arrived to find heavy smoke coming from the house, but were able to keep the flames from spreading beyond the kitchen, said Cranston Heights Fire Company Chief George Lamborn.
Biden tells Maui wildfire victims, "I don't want to compare difficulties, but…" then tells a made up story about losing his house to a fire.
According to a 2004 AP report, it was “a small fire…contained to the kitchen” that “was under control in 20 minutes.”
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Skyrim Characters Trivia Night Rankings
Top 5
1. Tolfdir *best winner* *genuinely has a great time*
2. Neloth *whines about not being number one* *refuses to participate for the next time*
3. M’aiq the Liar *M’aiq knows things if you will listen*
4. Esbern *launches into a long, drawn out speech about something related to dragons* *puts everyone to sleep* *Delphine groans*
5. Ulfric Stormcloak *dodging Arngeir and reading all those random books at High Hrothgar finally paid off* *determined to rank higher next time and become King of Trivia*
Honorable mentions:
Calcelmo *didn’t go because he was too busy researching Dwemer artifacts and chilling with Nihme*
Paarthurnax *disqualified due to being a dragon and not fitting inside the tavern*
Bottom 5
1. Nazeem *rants about attending a trivia contests in the Cloud District* *has never actually been to the Cloud District*
2. Bandit Chief *can’t wait to count out your coin* *doesn’t win any coin*
3. Cicero *cackles maniacally the whole time* *answers every question with the response of "murder"* *but isn't killing something the answer to everything?*
4. Delphine *refuses to answer any questions until the Dragonborn eliminates Paarthurnax* *glares daggers*
5. Jarl Elisif *doesn’t pay attention* *too busy trying to flirt with Falk*
Honorable mentions:
Lokir of Rorikstead *deceased*
Torvar *passed out from drinking too much mead*
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neuvillette eats pussy to distress
cw. oral (fem! receiving), you're a lil bratty, fem! reader
what comes out of your mouth are nothing more than short-planted whimpers, little, hesitant cries, and then a filthy moan of neuvillette's name, but you tell yourself that you do not want to give him that certain satisfaction he had longed for all night— and you sneakily trace along his scalp with your trembling fingers, he hisses when you tug on his roots, then whines into your pussy when you do it again, eyes growing wide at your fine-drawn pursue.
"there certainly is no need to hold yourself back for me." he suddenly claims and it has you avert your eyes, the way he had phrased it was almost a little too detached and apathetic to your own liking— almost as if he didn't take this whole thing serious and believed that he gave in, just for a second, in one of the lewd, obscene pleasures of human kind, before adding, "because you do, in fact, hide your voice."
"am i correct?"
"i don't!" sweet sweet liar, because you do, you've been blocking them out this entire time, "maybe you're not as good— fuck, as you think you are!"
the man laughs, a little aloof, and evidently, neuvillette was aware on what he was capable of doing to you and his fingers are cool and persistent in fucking in and out of your little hole, and despite it being only a digit, not even fully in, your toes curl and your legs clasp around his head when he adds his tongue, it has your sticky slick pooling between the folds of your cunt and merging with his spit, fuck, acting as if he didn't bring you unrecognizable pleasure was harder than you originally thought.
especially since he appeared to be exceptionally fatigued and certainly used your body as a way to distress from day to day work— for him, this type of work life balance was the most sufficient one.
neuvillette slides his warm tongue up and down your pussy in long swipes when you shiver at the mere sight of him doing so, feeling like everyone in the giant building can hear what's happening to you right this second, more so know who is pulling those lewd noises out of your sore throat.
your glowing eyes, in a sudden haste, spring open when you feel how he languidly spits on your cunt, once, twice— so you're wetter for him, he claims you taste better that way, lubricating you so he can drag his tongue into you faster, just like you so desperately wanted him to, yet in secret, you'd never tell him that— while, the chief justice most definitely preferred it if you're adequately messed up whenever he comes to see you, your exposed core luminous, hole clenching around his digits and you swear you can feel him smirk faintly, although he wasn't a man of great emotions, while proceeding in this particular task, he couldn't possibly suppress this feral, animalistic desire housing deep inside his chest, rumbling and aching for a possibility to escape.
the twist in your stomach builds up quickly, quicker than you initially had anticipated, "how— how, fuck!" you manage to say, "how are you so fucking good at this?" and your fingers find themselves wounding in his hair, holding onto him for your dear life when a tremor of cold shivers crossed over your figure when he groans into your pussy by the nature of your rough tugs on his scalp, his breath hot and wet when it ghosts over your soaked folds.
"there they are." he moans into your cunt, not giving a single flying fuck if his face was slicked up in your juices, as said, he adored making a mess, "those noises i've been looking forward to."
at last, when he adds another finger into your hole and curls them up, the tightened thread in your stomach snaps in half and you shake violently while pinned down with one of his arms strongly locked over your stomach, with a cry of his name, that you originally preferred to stay hidden in your throat, your loud moans tumble and bounce from your lips to his ears as you cum all against his mouth so he could finally taste you.
but the long-rooted waves of your pleasure have not dissipated as he continues to flick his tongue over your clit, your slick by now basically coating the entire lower half of his face, his eyes fixated on nothing but your addictive, more so intoxicating expressions— you knew neuvillette wouldn't stop, there's no such thing as leaving a case half finished, he had a habit of prolonging your orgasm until you're overstimulated to the hilt, always, whenever he had you under him, it's his way of fucking you, until you're nothing but satisfied, such as he was whenever a trial ends with no complications.
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