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Welcome to the Bottom: Miracle

Blue Diamond couldn't help but feel something wasn't quite right. She hadn't seen Yellow or White Diamond around, and that was unusual. Especially when an enormous, week-long party was happening! Spinel had been inspired by that charming young Steven to throw a wonderful bash for an entire week, and it felt good to unwind and relax for a week, especially after decades upon decades of sorrow swelling up in Blue.

Blue Diamond had found out that she could generate pure joy in others through her mighty empathic powers. No longer would she cry and cry and have her sorrow infecting ever gem around her. No, from now she'd bring happiness to others, letting any gem that wanted it come inside her room for a pick-me-up.

Blue scratched her head, glancing around, hearing the faint hustle and bustle of partygoing off in the distance as a topaz in a fancy blue outfit approached and saluted, her hair nice and pointy. "My Diamond!" She said with her crossed-arm salute. "We've got some VERY troubling data coming out from a sector, it's in open revolt! We've lost almost all contact with our scouts there!" She said as Blue looked down, concerned.

"Where's the sector?"

"It's…THAT one, my lady. The one home to those…insectoid aliens. The ones that actually managed to fight us off."

Blue's eyes went wide. "Oh. OH!" Her hands flew to her mouth as the topaz led her down the hall. "I've not thought of that world in ages, I thought they were all long gone…you said our scouts have stopped reporting in? Did they get anything back to us in time?" She wanted to know, her voice filled with concern. "They're not shattered, are they?"

The topaz led her into the room and Blue knelt down to examine the computer screens. Blue reached down to flick through the data, when suddenly big, fat letters popped up on the screen that read one word.

"GOTCHA"

And then, a brief, agonizing moment of pain before-

All…was darkness.

…

…Steven felt a brief tinge of pure, raw terror rise in him. He'd never really seen another alien race before, and this person, whoever or whatever it was, he knew. It had gotten into his head and tossed him around like a leaf in a storm. He was very vulnerable, and more importantly…so were his family, who even now were fast asleep in other rooms.

"Your daneem, if you're concerned about him, is fine."

"…what?" Steven stared at this blind being, clear confusion on his face as the white-eyed alien being sighed.

"Ah, my apologies. The term is "father". "Dad", right?" The being asked. "He's not hurt. Before I walked into your house, I did a little basic sweep of the inhabitant's minds…well, tried to." The white-eyed being sighed. "It was VERY difficult for those gems. I almost couldn't reach them, their little imitation of organic shells was hard to pierce until I looked at it much like my own race. You need to approach things more…cautiously…when your true self isn't what others see. Your dad was very easy, though. His mind's an open book. Not having a good time, either. Tomorrow's the anniversary of the day you were born and his wife died…the day Rose Quartz, or rather, Pink Diamond…left this world."

Indeed, it was difficult at first to get through the house. Darth had bumped into walls a few times, cringing, rubbing his knees under the white robes he wore, but thankfully, Steven had carried the doll around in enough places inside the house that he could get a clear enough mental picture of where everything important was. His father had been sleeping downstairs, having fallen asleep in front of the television, watching old home movies of Rose Quartz and his dreams had been filled with her.

Gently, Darth had kneeled by Greg Universe and taken in his mind as gently as possible, cupping it in his mental hands as if it was a baby bird you had to be careful not to drop. Greg was sitting on a bench with Rose, brown hair flowing down his back, an earring piercing his left ear and wearing a thick jacket as the wind blew through his and his wife's thick, long locks. Her pink hair bounced a bit as she gently rubbed up against him, resting her head on his, a giant specimen of woman in a beautifully frilly, pinkish/white dress, her lovely gem resting at the center as she and he watched the sun setting over the park.

Darth took in the scene quietly, seeing it clearly in Greg's mindscape. One of the benefits to being a telepath was that sight could come easily if you saw through other's eyes, and this scene was clear as day. The two were just drinking in one another's presence, but Darth could feel the sadness welling up in Greg, for he knew that this was the last day they'd had together before…before she decided it was time to change. She would turn into baby Steven, transforming forever, and never coming back. And it'd been an unusual day in December indeed, not an ounce of snow save for a few tiny little flakes that softly fluttered down almost like cherry blossom petals in an otherwise clear sky.

The other gems had also been dreaming of her, but Darth hadn't felt an ounce of guilt over barging his way into THEIR minds. After all, they were gems. Their race…what they'd done to his, he couldn't just ignore, so he hadn't cared that it had hurt them to find a presence in their mindscape. He hadn't hid himself at all before breaking down their mental barriers as easily as tissue paper once he finally WAS inside their minds, but…

Greg was different. He hadn't done anything wrong. He was just a man mourning the woman he loved, torn between his devotion to her, and the joy of new fatherhood.

Gently, Darth patted Greg on the shoulder, and let his gift wash over him. Greg's dream would be peaceful and happy for the night as he gently stripped him of the sadness that threatened to swell up. A brief respite…if only for one night. Let the man have a happy dream, as Greg found himself not just with Rose Quartz, but baby Steven as well, in his arms, as Rose gently tickled the babe's tummy.

"Look, he got your eyes." She insisted sweetly as she then kissed Greg on the cheek. He felt tears of joy swell up in his eyes as he gently rocked the laughing little baby Steven back and forth, Darth smiling and wiping away his own tear before he vanished.

Now, though, he stood before Steven, and his face wasn't quite as kindly as it'd been in Greg's dream.

"My kind would have…words with you for what your Diamonds did."

"Look, I…I'm not my mom." Steven began to say. "Your name's, uh…"

"Darth."

"Darth?" Steven scratched his head. "Look, please, like I said, I'm not her. She turned into me, sure, but…all I have are her memories. SHE's…gone." He trailed off, glancing to the side as a pang of sadness stabbed briefly into his heart.

"Oh, perhaps, yes. That does seem to be the case. And we wouldn't want an innocent paying for what your scummy, disgusting Diamonds did. But you have to understand we want to be sure. After all, we have a different, darker hatred for Pink Diamond." Darth intoned. "For she was there, as my world burned…and simply turned aside. She saw it was wrong…and did nothing. That…for me, and for my beloved friend, was worse. Having somebody hurt you, not knowing it's wrong…it's much worse seeing someone who knows you're in pain, and instead of helping, seeing them turn away, ignoring your suffering. So…to that end…I'd like to ask you to come with me. You and your Crystal Gem friends. Because if you don't…I am going to do so much worse than give them nasty nightmares, Steven Universe. I went EASY on them."

"Wh…what's going on?!" Pearl whispered as she sat in the middle of a red room, a room the color of blood as big, fat, gigantic black beetles with ugly, pulsating compound eyes crawled on over to her, one of them holding up a small tea tray, and setting it down as they began to pour out a thick, black ooze into the cup.

"Hello, Pearl. Welcome to the black bug room. Everyone has a black bug room, and this is yours. Sugar?" It asked, holding up a big sugar cube…perfectly cut in the shape of her head before it dropped it into the ooze, and Pearl watched it dissolving…changing into a "flesh and blood" head that began to scream and SCREAM AND SCREAM-

"AGH! Get them off me, get them off me!" Ruby was shrieking, clawing at the tiny little other black Rubies who were crawling all over her. The square, dark-reddish-haired, slightly muscular and short gem that made up half of Garnet howled as the little Rubies punched and bit and clawed at her skin, all of them speaking in her voice.

"You're a fraud!"

"You're stupid and ignorant!"

"Stop pretending you're not just like us!"

"You're dragging Sapphire down and holding her back!"

"What do you even BRING to the marriage?"

"R-Ruby, Ruby we need to talk about our relationship." Sapphire said, her thick, light blue locks cascading around her in a messy splotch as her singular eye gazed out at Ruby as she laid on her butt nearby. A gigantic spider was forcibly holding her eye open with webbing, stuck on her forehead as several other spiders were pinning her arms to her sides. Another, much LARGER one, had cast silken threads over her head and were moving her head around and making her "speak" like she was a puppet. "Ruby, Ruby, listen, the bugs say we should talk…"

"I'm not I'm not I'm NOT!" Amethyst was sobbing as she curled up in a ball, stuck in a deep, dark hole, surrounded on all sides by other quartz soldiers just like her, their eyes sunken in and hollowed out, as they frowned down at her. Instead of proper eyes, centipedes rose out from the sockets, and click-clack-clicked at her, speaking in an unintelligible cacophony of voices…but the meaning was obvious. "Don't call me weak! I'm fine! I'm fine with what I am! I know they love me! I'm not a mistake! I'm not I'm NOT I'M NOT!"

Steven had raced down the steps and found all of the Crystal Gems were flopped together in a pile, tossing and turning on the floor. He gasped in horror, his eyes wide before he wheeled around. "Please, stop this!" He begged of Darth as Darth sighed and then snapped his clawed digits.

In an instant, each of the Crystal Gems conked out completely and drifted into utterly dreamless, peaceful slumber without an ounce of cohesive thought. Nothing but an almost oppressive quilt of sleep now permeated their minds as Darth shrugged. "Would you now be so kind as to follow me outside?" He asked politely. "I can tell you're thinking about knocking me out. I wouldn't try that, it would take less than a second for me to break their minds, now that my hooks are deep into them."

Steven unclenched the fist he'd had curled up, and took in a deep breath. He didn't want to risk his friends enduring lasting damage. "…I'll come with you." he said, following the blind alien outside of his home, as Darth nodded and then glanced up. Steven did the same, just in time to find himself enveloped in light, and then…

Then he was there, in the middle of an enormous ship, the walls purplish in tone, and surrounded by the same insectoid alien race Darth belonged to. On the walls to the west were VERY tall-looking aliens, in quite fancy armor, the last one being a rather beautiful blue specimen, a woman with elegance and grace in her eyes that Steven stared at, his eyes lingering upon it.

The aliens couldn't help but see he was transfixed and looked at him as Darth spoke up. "I can see through your eyes you've noticed our Tall Wall." He chuckled. "We have portraits of ALL the Tallest we've had. Miyuki was our last official one."

"She's pretty." Steven said, looking impressed. "Especially her eyes…" He added as he then looked back at Darth, and realized with a shock that wait! He had, aside from the color…the same type of eyes. "Wait, are…are you and her…?"

"She was my maneem. She created me. My mother, as it were, just as Rose is yours." Darth said. "I was actually supposed to be born a girl. Didn't quite work out that way. I was also supposed to be born with sight. Didn't work out that way either, but Miyuki loved me all the same." He wistfully sighed, closing his eyes. "Mothers, eh?" He chuckled a bit as a green-eyed alien with a black set of armor who had the red symbol for care across his chest plate raced over to Steven, inspecting him, holding up a little flashlight and looking into his eyes.

"Pupils dilating alright…breath is normal…say "ahhh", please?" He asked Steven.

"Um…aaaahhh?" Steven opened up his mouth as the green-eyed, black-armored medic examined him, holding his chin slightly with a gauntleted hand. Steven couldn't help but notice that strange tubes were attached from the gauntlets he wore to the metallic backpack-like thing he wore, little…THINGS…jostling about inside the tubes.

"Well, you need to brush your teeth more." The medic poked at a spot on his canines. "And how often do you floss?"

"Uh…once a week?"

"Oh, you've GOT to do it more than that, believe me, I know, we Irkens have a high-sugar diet, we know what it's like to not want to floss but it is VERY necessary. Especially for a young human lad like you!" The medic chuckled. "Other than that, you look like you're in fine condition. Good, good! You should do well in the arena!"

"Arena?" Steven asked nervously as the other Irkens all grinned at one another, then at Steven.

"Oh, Jayd, you gave the game away." Darth chuckled. "We're going to deliver fresh, public justice to the Diamonds authority." He remarked. "They'll be broken for everyone to see, their humiliation and defeat…and deaths…broadcasted for the whole galaxy to behold!"

"But our NEW Tallest couldn't ignore his sense of fair play. We're happy to give you a chance to fight for their lives." Jayd added with a nod. "You beat our most skilled fighters, himself included, and we'll be glad to let them go and let you get on with your lives. We'll even let you bring your Crystal Gem friends along with you for help if you'd like."

"You guys managed to…" Steven hesitated but then spoke up. "HOW did you get hold of the Diamonds? Like…they're the Diamonds! They're really, really strong, and they all live in the palace and have guards up the wazoo!" He asked, confused.

"Oh, we just dressed up as guards, had them come into a room, bend over to look at a star chart on a computer and then conked them out over the head." Said a cheerily-grinning, orange-eyed guard who was looking over some overly-large jewelry that very clearly didn't belong to her, given how she was wearing the ring that had been a little trinket of White Diamond's on her neck as a would-be DRESS.

"…you're kidding." Steven was astounded.

But, truth be told, that actually wasn't too far off from what had actually happened. It had taken every single psychic in the Empire to pull the plan off, as they'd snuck into the palace, copying the clothing and the style of the palace guards, and then setting up an immensely elaborate mental glimmer around them to make them look just LIKE one of the guards. One by one they'd imitated officers, sneaking up the ladder to the highest Topazes at the top, before asking the Diamonds if they could, oh pretty please, inspect this very troubling new transmissions on this computer!

Right…over…here.

And specifically, right underneath what, unbeknownst to the Diamonds, was the second part of the plan. Gem destabilizers, hidden as decorations that hung from the ceiling! The minute the Diamonds had knelt down to inspect the screens on the computers, the consulars had activated the gem destabilizers, turning them all on at once, and sure enough, not even the DIAMONDS could stand up to a full barrage of that, especially when caught off guard.

"It took us weeks to make the trap with the destabilizers." The blue-eyed, labcoat-wearing Irken said as he held up a familiar sight to Steven. He swished the handheld gem destabilizer about with a big grin. "Ones large enough to take on your Diamonds were so hard to carry in under the cover of night, but with enough of a mental glimmer set up to disguise ourselves, and better still, that "Spinel" gem distracting everyone with a week-long celebration of the anniversary of the "freedom of Gem Homeworld", we were able to get it done. We understand it was you who suggested an entire week of partying? Thanks for that!" Trik remarked cheerily.

"We had to keep mind-wiping this one Aquamarine who kept popping into the room though…it got really annoying." A pink-eyed, white-robed Irken sighed. "Eventually we figured out a way to distract her when I brought up your name, she got SUPER angry about you for some reason, and I walked alongside her for a good two hours, through the halls of the palace as she complained about how you'd ruined everything. I lost out on getting to enjoy the punch at the party!" He pouted as he put his hands on his hips.

"Which was a shame, because that punch WAS delicious." Darth added with a chuckle. "So were the cupcakes. I had no idea Ms. Spinel was such a fine culinary artist."

"Maybe if I could just…talk to your boss?" Steven asked gently. "Can't we all just…get along?"

The Irkens in the room immediately, angrily, all yelled out, as one…

"NO!"

"Hey now, let's not be too hasty." A voice rang out as Steven turned, and saw a green-clothed, spiky-antannae-having Irken with almost bellbottom-esque pants walking towards him. He cheerily slid down the green "mask" covering he had over the bottom half of his face as he bowed, Steven Universe bowing slightly back. He was taller than the other Irkens, maybe by about a foot, though clearly not as tall as the Irken leaders in their portraits on the western wall. "Steven, right? I'm Senior. I'm the new head of the Irken Empire. Why don't we…talk privately?"

Steven gulped a bit as he was led down a long, dark purple hallway, Senior's hands behind his back as his antennae curled slightly down, over his head. The Irken took in a deep breath before he spoke, and Steven could hear him trying to hold back anger. "Steven…I'm not in a good mood. And I should be. We have the Diamonds right where we want the and could just eject them into deep space and let them float forever in agony. But for all we know, they could fly. And most of my people want them dead. Shattered into chunks to be put on display in the memorial museum on Irk that USED…to be a smeetery. Where our young were created." Senior's gloved hands clenched into fists. "But then we have you. YOU'RE technically an innocent. And when we heard you'd been trying to have the Diamonds undo the damage they'd done to their own kind, well…my people got a bit more…uncertain. I, especially. After all, if you're actively trying to undo the damage you did, that should count for something. And in my book, it does, but…well…the damage your Diamonds did to us, that…THAT can't be undone."

He stopped in front of what was clearly a private bedroom, a big, fat "Do NOT Disturb" sign emblazoned on the front. "We had a chat with your people when we were disguised as Topazes in your palace. The Diamonds were combining their power to bring back gems who'd been corrupted, to return them to normal…correct?"

"Yes, and we've even been able to bring back shattered gems with my help. I, uh…" Steven hesitated. "I can um…I can, like, lick things and heal them through my saliva. And sometimes my tears, too. It was something my mom could do, she would cry on stuff and it'd bring them back to life."

"Even if, say…a gem was shattered?" Senior asked. "Or, perhaps, if an organic life was dead?"

Steven suddenly realized what Senior was getting at. He remembered the visions he'd seen. "Y-Yeah! Look, if you've got someone you want healed, I can do it!" He offered as he smiled at Senior. "Just bring me to them."

"Alright…" Senior opened up the door, and there, lying on a bed, was Tallest Miyuki. She seemed almost…tiny in death. Her form was frail now, one arm hanging limp, her head turned to the side. A distinct, horrible scent filled the air as Senior covered his face in one hand, and took in deep, rasping breaths. "She…she died on the way here. We couldn't do anything for her. But…if YOU can, then…then maybe this can still be set right." He whispered. "Please. Please, help her." He begged as he pulled his hand away, and Steven saw the tears in his eyes, tracing burning lines down his cheeks.

Steven raced over to Miyuki's bed, and gently lifted her up. He took in a deep breath, licking over his lips, and then kissed her forehead. SMMMMMMK. A long, deep kiss, and a soft, tender aura of pink rose over him. Miyuki's body shook and shuddered, and then…something began to happen. Steven beamed in delight, Senior's eyes wide and his mouth agape as her frame began to breathe, her skin turning a distinct pink color, shifting from green to a delightful cotton-candy shade! Steven stepped back, Senior racing over to her as the wounds she'd endured began to dissolve away, her frame getting more full, more healthy as she rose up, clutching her chest.

"What in the…where…where am I?" She looked around, staring about before she saw Senior. "Senior! Senior, is that you? I…I feel so strange." She murmured. She clutched her head as Senior's tears flowed freely down his cheek, and he embraced her whole-heartedly. The door to the room slowly opened, and one by one, the Irkens who'd spoken to Steven before peered in. From Jayd to Darth to Trik, they all gasped in awe, looking on, stunned and delighted.

"You're alright! Oh Thank goodness, thank you, thank you, thank you!" Senior sobbed. "It's alright, Miyuki! You're back! You're back!"

"I…I was…dead. I WAS dead, wasn't I?" Miyuki asked, patting Senior on the back as Steven nervously blushed and stepped down from the bed to give Senior some space with Miyuki, the other Irkens all now warmly smiling at him.

"Yeah, yeah you were. But it's okay! You're fine now. Steven here's a human, Miyuki. He had Pink Diamond's gem in him, and he brought you back. If he can bring YOU back, we can bring them ALL back!" Senior proclaimed joyously, but then Miyuki gently pushed him back, and Senior saw something was wrong. They ALL saw something was wrong, because…Miyuki had a deeply sad smile on her face.

"I can't. I'm…not here for long. I can feel it." She said, as Steven gasped in horror. Her pink shade was fading. She was reverting back to her green skin! "Let me guess." She turned to Steven. "Your healing is excellent for organic life, right? Well, the problem is we Irkens, well…our true selves are in our PAKS." She pointed at the metallic "backpack" on her back, and sighed sadly, giving Steven a sorrowful smile. "It was very sweet of you to try and help but…I don't think it'll be enough."

"Oh no. No no-stop it! Steven, PLEASE! Help her!" Senior screamed, tearing at his face, Steven seeing the new tears of shock and sorrow and horror forming as Steven raced back to Miyuki, licking his lips again and giving her PAK a big, sloppy kiss. But…

Nothing. Not so much as a single twinkle. "M-Maybe if I had the three aura bottles from the cabinet…and if I combined them…" Steven stammered out. "They're medical bottles and they're all in my medicine cabinet at home…"

"Just hold on!" Senior said, clinging tightly to Miyuki's hand, fearing that if he let go even for a moment, she'd be gone as Jayd vanished from sight with Darth, as they raced off to teleport into the Universe house, to get those bottles. Miyuki smiled warmly at him, her eyelids fluttering as she struggled to stay conscious, Steven holding her other hand, and kissing it again and again.

"Please, miss! Please don't die!" Steven begged. "I want to make this right! I HAVE to! I know the Diamonds were horrible to all of you, I want to help! I do!"

"You're very kind, Steven." Miyuki said. "I'll remember that." She added as she took in deep, rasping breaths. "I want all of you to remember that. Don't hurt him, please. He's a good child." She insisted, her breathing becoming harder. It was getting more difficult to stay awake, her eyes closing as she flopped back into the bed, Senior's body shaking as if he was hit by an Earthquake. A minute later, Darth and Jayd popped into the room, holding up three bottles, one blue, one yellow, one white as Jayd poured them into the top of a fourth bottle, then handed it to Steven.

"Hold on, hold on…" Steven got hold of the bottle, and squeezed out tears into it. He shook the bottle around, holding his breath, mixing it up, and then poured it right onto Miyuki's PAK, as the others looked on, their hearts in their throats. Steven took in a deep breath, biting his lip, Senior's mouth slightly open as he clung to his beloved Miyuki's hand…

But…

Nothing.

"It's…not working." Senior whispered as Steven nervously looked from Miyuki's now-still frame to his crestfallen, sunken face.

"It…doesn't always work." He mumbled.

"No. No no no no NO! IT HAS TO WORK!" Senior sobbed, covering his face, his body wracked with new sobs as Steven gently reached out and touched his back.

"I'm…I'm really sorry." Steven offered as Senior took in deep, long, rasping breaths, as if he was fresh from near-drowning, and trying to put air back into his lungs anew as everyone else stayed deathly quiet. Some of the Irkens were quietly weeping, others had faces lined with fury, and others covered their faces, not wanting for anyone to see how they felt. After what seemed to be hours of weeping, Senior took in a final breath, and then turned to look at Senior.

"…you tried to help. I'm…I AM grateful to that." He told him. "You gave us a little more time with her, however borrowed it was." He muttered softly, as he closed his eyes. "…Steven Universe…Pink Diamond…the Irken race thanks you. We're…we're cool."

"…I'm sorry I couldn't do more." Steven offered.

"There's one thing you CAN do." Senior said quietly. "…say you'll let us pound the Diamonds into a fine dust we'll make into mirrors in our memorial museum, which we'll shatter all over again." He added as a dark, furious glint came to his eyes and the other Irkens all nodded, advancing into the room, surrounding Steven.

"…I can't. I'm sorry, but I can't. I get why you're mad. You've got every right to hate them. But I won't let you just kill them. No matter what they did. It's just not right." Steven insisted. "Even if they did horrible things, you can't just murder them."

"…I'll let you return home." Senior intoned. "You can return Mr. Universe to his house, Darth. But if you show up to try and save the Diamonds, we're not going to go easy on you, Steven." He insisted to Steven as he rose up, and then slammed his fist into the wall, panting heavily, gritting his teeth. "If we can't bring back the ones we love…we'll take our pound of flesh out of the Diamonds, cut by cut." He growled.

With that, Darth tapped Steven on the shoulder, and in an instant, all was darkness, as he faded into slumber.

…

… "WAIT, NO!"

Steven awoke, surrounded on all sides by the Crystal Gems, as he glanced about, eyes bulging. "Where are they?" He asked, his voice filled with panic. "Where's the Irkens?!"

"Who're the Irkens?" Amethyst asked as Steven felt something in his pocket, and rummaged through his pajama pants. Sure enough, there was a little note written down, with space coordinates.

"Look familiar?"

Indeed, the coordinates WERE familiar. They were the coordinates to the Gem Homeworld. So…that's where the Diamonds were. Steven took in a deep breath and then looked up at the Gems just as his dad came into the room, scratching his head.

"Oooogh. What's all the yelling? I was having the most wonderful dream." He remarked softly, before seeing his son's face. Clear concern came over Greg's face as he raced to Steven and knelt down, holding Steven's hands. "Steven, buddy, what happened?" He looked Steven up and down, biting his lip. "Something's wrong. It wasn't a nightmare, was it? Is it gem stuff?"

"It isn't "gem stuff"…" Garnet spoke up as she hesitated. "I couldn't find anything with my Future Vision, but I did wake up first, and I saw that ship that was hovering over town. A ship we gems have NEVER made." She insisted. "It's another alien race, isn't it?" She wanted to know.

"Yeah. They've got the Diamonds. And they're gonna kill them." Steven admitted. "They're gonna kill them on Homeworld because of what they and the Gem race did to their planet. I…I tried to get them to stop, I thought, maybe, if I could talk to them…and then, I thought maybe if I healed their leader, brought her back from Death, maybe we could avoid fighting, but…but it didn't work. Something about Irken bodies keeps me from healing them right." He muttered. "We have to go stop them! Or they'll kill the Diamonds!"

The Crystal Gems looked at each other. For a brief moment, they were hesitant. After all, the Diamonds had done awful, terrible things to THEM as well. Blue Diamond had almost had Garnet shattered when she had first fused as Ruby and Sapphire. The Diamonds had abused Pink Diamond, whom Pearl had so dearly loved. And they'd hurt them over and over, something Amethyst hadn't forgotten. But…

But they were family. And they WERE trying to be better. To fix what they'd broken. And Steven had taught them to try and give people a chance. After all, they'd done it for Peridot, and Lapis, and now they were full on Crystal Gems, and those two had tried to destroy the Earth at one point, and the Gems as well.

"…he's right. We should stop them." Amethyst sighed. "They've been jerks but…they've improved a bunch. We should TRY and help…"

"How soon can we leave?" Pearl asked.

"We'll get Peridot and the others and we'll leave first thing in the morning." Garnet offered as Steven found a smile spreading over his face. "And we'll try and contact Bismuth on Homeworld, see if she can maybe get other gems to try and stall or perhaps even break the Diamonds free if its possible." She added.

"We gotta be careful." Steven admitted. "They figured out how to make gem destabilizers." He confessed. "It won't be easy for us. Especially when they know we're coming. But…they're family. So…"

He smacked his fist into his palm, and nodded.

"So we fight."

#steven universe #invader zim #steven #drama #family #almighty tallest #Tallest Miyuki #Pink Diamond #Rose Quartz #tragedy #fanfiction #fanfic #Blue Diamond #Crystal Gems #Amethyst #Garnet #Pearl #Greg Universe

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emuwarum · 11 months

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👍 I do not like drawing faces. I do love drawing clothes and backgrounds that have plants

bonus: the initial sketch

#Emu does art #a blue sky didn’t feel right for Anla #I don’t know how planets and skies work but eh it can be a green colour #if that’s not scientifically possible then a wizard screwed up while extremely drunk and now the sky is green #also the plants are blue and pink #this plant is like a tall grass #I want to reiterate on the heights of Fel #Linfel are on average going to hit their head on a human ceiling #and they are the second tallest Fel species #Anfel are shorter but only like a foot or two away from the ceiling #and their wingspan is ridiculous #it’s longer than they are tall for just one wing #they spread their wings in a human house and will be knocking into everything #I also didn’t really want to figure out clothes so they just wear skirts/skorts #they have head crests cause I didn’t wanna draw horns right now

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linterteatime · 1 year

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Hello, I just found you and really liked your art!! I specialy enjoyed human Zim, can we get more of him (maybe a bit more of depth on him too)??

Thank you very much! Ah this actually makes me more motivated to make a bit more of it so I will! it makes me very happy to see that the little au thingy was liked even if it was just a lil design :D

As for depth, I will try maybe?asdhfjssh I'm probably just gonna uhhh translate the alien stuff for more human stuff and things like that, so not very much depth?just messing around designing stuff? Idk we'll see how it goes when i get to it (•᎑•)

#ask #'s #hope it's okay to put both asks together! since they were about the same thing i though it could be good #i was actually making a design for both tallest to post it with zim but i didn't like how they were looking so i just deleted them lol #it will be good to try again #oh and also for other non human characters too yeah #ignore the spanish from the screenshot #also the pink

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eternal-aurath · 11 months

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I've been playing BotW again and been consumed by it, so I finally sat down to try nailing down a design for my insert (Or - One of them anyhow). I knew the general idea of what I wanted a long time ago, but couldn't get the details right. Well, finally got it.

His name is Shari and honestly idk what to call his species. They're probably cousins to the Lynels, honestly, being goat people. They live on cold mountains and have natural cold resistance. They don't have horns, but their warriors wear masks shaped like goat skulls that do have horns. Each mask is unique to it's warrior and is painted with runes and designs to detail that warrior's victories and accolades.

Originally, as seen by the sketches to the right, I was going to directly give him horns, but it just didn't fit. So, cultural mask! I'll probably dedicate a whole page to drawing that.

I will have to dig through my discord messages to @/sharkyaoi to remember precisely how Shari meets Link, but I think it boiled down to "Link is reckless and dumb, Shari saves him, and decides to go with him because dear god this kid needs an Adult". He pretty much adopts Link. That's his little brother now, no touch. He's just big enough to pick Link up like a naughty kitten, and that's by design on my part.

More to come, most likely.

#;; eternal arting #botw oc #The first iteration of Shari I did was for OoT #He had a fairy-like vibe to him kinda like Ly from Rayman #Then I altered the design for Wind Waker #And then for BotW I decided he needed to be a big goatman #Still has the long pink hair and giant fluffy tail from the original OoT version lol #I drew him with a sword here but tbh I think I'll give him a warhammer or some other blunt weapon instead #Also he's the manliest insert I have and also the tallest #I had a mighty need for him to be able to just pick Link up and cart him off

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satans-knitwear · 2 years

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Its my friends birthday at the end of the month and I've said I'll join her in her home town to celebrate!

No matter what I say, do NOT let me purchase a fabulous new outfit for the occasion. Unnecessary spending.

#Defo gonna wear my new pink platform heels tho. Assert my dominance as the tallest there.#Traveling... accommodation... food... Drinks...#Im hella nervous. Very excited to see my lovelies again but going somewhere i dont know is horrifying #I have the month to try and get my shit together enough to last a weekend

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trianglekisser · 1 year

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oh, mickey, you're so fine...

#irkensona #irken oc #inavder zim oc #tallest pink #my oc #oc art #my art #invader zim #the almighty tallest #almighty tallest #pink uses any pronouns but she/her btw 😋

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movedtodykedvonte · 1 year

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OKAY SO IM REALLY DISTRACTED FROM MY SCHOOLWORK RN BUT I WANT TO DRAW AUDI REALLY BAD (ALSO WHAT KINDS OF CLOTHES DOES IT LIKE TO WEAR??? ASSUMING THEY’RE NOT WEARING WORK-ISH CLOTHES 24/7. I NEED TO KNOW FOR SCIENTIFIC REASONS.)

I will never stop anyone from drawing or writing something else based on what I talk about so go for it!!!!

Unironically I imagine the 4 Addisons (sorry were excluding Spam) dress like that gay people going to lunch meme when they are in casual clothes: Audi is the ducky (but a tad more mature and probably not overalls), Surv is Gonzo (he’s straight up like dadcore style wise), Frog is Banner (probably more nice sweaters than vests tho) and Pop is Kirby is the fucking boots and there’s no better way to describe it. Audi’s specific orange color is #f58225.

I wish ur drawing adventures are prosperous!!!

#I was gonna answer this later but then you said you were doing work #and I don’t wanna postpone you #other things about the other ads #banner is royal blue and the shortest #Surv is the biggest and broadest f5dd25 #pop is the second tallest and is f283cf #I don’t really have physical descriptions as I’m kinda not set on their bodybuilds yet so apologies #utdr #marmalade #royal blue #when life gives you lemons #pink drink #ask #genderqueer spamton #CDAP au

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bootleg-nessie · 6 months

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Rating band names based on their accuracy:

(I keep updating this list so check back later)

The Beatles: 3/10. None of these people are beetles, they’re just a bunch of fruity guys from Liverpool with matching haircuts

(Edit: changed from 0/10 to 3/10 because John Lennon beat his wife)

Pink Floyd: 4/10. There is not a single person named Floyd in the band, but some of the members do arguably look kinda pink

Nirvana: 10/10. Getting high and listening to Nirvana is roughly what I imagine actual nirvana to be like

Foo Fighters: either 0/10 or 10/10. I have never seen foo in real life so either they’re pretending to fight a problem that doesn’t exist or they’re doing an absolutely fantastic job of fighting it

The Eagles: 0/10. Same as the Beatles, there is not a single eagle in this band. The name is misleading and we have all been lied to

Queen: 6/10. Partial points for Freddie Mercury

Led Zeppelin: 0/10. I don’t think any of these guys have ever even seen a zeppelin, let alone one made of lead. A lead balloon would crash faster than my hopes and dreams

The Rolling Stones: 3/10. There is not a single stone in this band. Some points added because I’m pretty sure they rolled quite a few

U2: 0/10. Despite what the name says, I am not a member of this band

Metallica: 9/10. Naming a metal band “Metallica” is like naming your dog “doggy”

Red Hot Chili Peppers: 2/10. These guys are not chili peppers. They’re not even that hot, let alone red hot

Guns N’ Roses: 0/10. How the fuck could a gun or a flower play music

Backstreet Boys: ?/10. Depends entirely on their current given location

Simon and Garfunkel: 10/10. No notes

The Doors: 1/10. Jim Morrison is kinda shaped like a door tho

Chicago: 4/10. The number of people in this band does not come even remotely close to the population of Chicago. Points added because it originated in Chicago

Earth, wind, and fire: 2/10. This is even more innacurate than Chicago. Points added because wind instruments were often used

Def Leppard: 3/10. There is not a single leopard in this band. Some of the members are probably kinda deaf by now tho

The Beach Boys: ?/10. Accuracy depends entirely on location

The Black Eyed Peas: 6/10. Not sure what the hell an ‘eyed pea’ is but the black part is pretty accurate

Imagine Dragons: ?/10. Depends entirely on whether or not they’re thinking about dragons.

Cage the Elephant: 1/10. Why would you do that. Let the elephant go

Green Day: 0/10. They’re not even green

The Police: 0/10. There is not a single cop in this band

KISS: 5/10. I’m sure they probably kissed sometimes

The Monkees: 0/10. Are you fucking kidding me

We Butter the Bread with Butter: 8/10. I can’t verify this but I have no reason to suspect that they’d lie. Butter seems like the most logical thing to butter bread with

King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard: 0/10. I got really excited about the concept of a lizard wizard only to be let down. My disappointment is immeasurable

They Might Be Giants: 5/10. I googled everyone in this band’s height, the tallest guy’s only 6’1 so I wouldn’t exactly consider him a giant. Then again, I can’t really argue because the claim was only that they MIGHT be giants

The Presidents of the United States of America: 2/10. None of these people are Joe Biden nor are any of them former presidents. This is incredibly misleading. I’m pretty sure “Lump” was written about my first girlfriend tho so I’ll give them a point or two

Gorillaz: 2/10 Not quite but we’re kinda close genetically so I’ll give them partial credit

The Killers: ?/10. I have no way of verifying if they’ve actually killed before but the fact that they’re not in prison tells me probably not

The Offspring: 10/10. These guys are definitely somebody’s offspring

Arctic Monkeys: 1/10. They are neither monkeys nor are they from the arctic

Thirty Seconds to Mars: 1/10. It takes WAY longer to get to mars than that

Beastie Boys: 8/10. They’re pretty beast on the guitar

Jimmy Eat World: 1/10. Slow the fuck down Jimmy, you’re biting off way more than you can chew

Hole: 9/10. One point deducted because I’m pretty sure they had more than one hole

Rage Against the Machine: 10/10. They did exactly that

Alice In Chains: 0/10. This is illegal. Let Alice go

The Band: 10/10. This could not possibly be more accurate

Nine Inch Nails: 1/10. I can’t find any good pictures of their feet but from what I can tell their fingernails definitely aren’t nine inches long

Bush: ?/10. Not quite sure about this one, felt uncomfortable asking

The Who: 2/10. I’m not dealing with this “Who’s On First” bullshit

Radiohead: 0/10. Not a single person in this band has a radio for a head

Queens of the Stone Age: 0/10. This band should be called “five random dudes from the modern era” but FRDFTMA is a bit of a mouthful

Soundgarden: 2/10. Sound does not grow in the garden

Sonic Youth: 5/10. They’re not exactly youth anymore but the sonic part checks out

Talking heads: 8/10. There’s more to the band than just a bunch of disembodied heads but the heads do tend to talk

The Cranberries: 0/10. Decent music but I only added them so that the Beatles and Freddie Mercury weren’t the only fruits on this list

The Wiggles: 8/10. They do tend to wiggle a lot

Blue Man Group: 10/10. Yep!

Weezer: 5/10. They all look like they definitely have asthma

Limp Bizkit: 3/10. While the visual image of baked goods playing the guitar is hilarious, Fred durst is not a biscuit. Points added because he probably has erectile dysfunction

Stone Temple Pilots: 0/10. None of these people are accredited as being licensed to pilot anything, much less an entire stone temple. Stone temples don’t need pilots anyways

Wasted Youth: 8/10. I guess it really kinda depends on how you frame it but yeah, they probably wasted a lot of it

Them Crooked Vultures: 3/10. These are people and not birds but Dave Grohl’s posture is kinda bad and John Paul Jones is so old that his neck kinda looks like a vulture’s so I added some points

Audioslave: 0/10. Slavery is illegal

Traveling Wilburys: 4/10. Sure, they traveled a lot but not a single one of those lying bastards was named Wilbury

D12: 6/12. There were only 6 people in this band

NWA: 10/10. I’m a little too white to safely comment on this one but I’d say they nailed it

Jet: 1/10. A real jet would be way too loud

Goldfinger: 0/10. Not a single person in this band has a finger made out of gold

No Doubt: ?/10. I can’t really be too sure how Gwen Stefani felt but I think it’s probably a safe assumption that she had some doubts

The White Stripes: 3/10. I bet if you stripped them down naked and made them stand shoulder to shoulder and squinted really hard they’d probably look more like white stripes

Screaming trees: 3/10. They scream occasionally

Garbage: 2/10. I think they’re being a little harsh on themselves, their music isn’t THAT bad

Butthole Surfers: 5/10. Not even gonna touch this one

Megadeth: 3/10. To be fair, some of the former members are dead but only a little amount of death, not mega death

Dead Kennedys: 2/10. Last I checked Kennedy was still dead but neither he nor his clones are members of this band

Cake: 0/10. The cake is a lie

Cracker: 8/10. Most of them are

Tool: 7/10. I don’t know much about their music but they sure look like tools

Counting Crows: ?/10. Is this what emo kids do instead of counting sheep? Accuracy depends on whatever bird they happen to be counting at the moment

Dave Matthews Band: 10/10. It certainly is

Oasis: 1/10. Their music is the opposite of an oasis

Blur: 2/10. They are not that fast

Barenaked Ladies: 0/10. If I wanted to be this disappointed I’d reestablish a connection with my biological father instead

Meat Puppets: 10/10. Technically, aren’t we all?

Live: 8/10. Apparently they still do live shows but I deducted some points because I’ve only ever heard their music on Spotify

ABBA: 9/10. I’m still not giving any points to Guns N’ Roses but that’s mostly out of spite

5 Finger Death Punch: 8/10 I guess it probably depends on how hard you hit them but this seems to be the usual amount of fingers to punch somebody with

All American Rejects: 9/10. They’re all rejects from America so I don’t really see any issue with this

T. Rex: 0/10. Even if any of these people WAS a T. Rex I don’t think their arms would be long enough to play their instruments

Free: 0/10. Unless you steal their music, in which case it becomes a 10/10

The Strokes: 3/10. To my knowledge, none of them have had a stroke but I still added a few points because the name was probably accurate for other reasons

The Smashing Pumpkins ?/10. Another thing I have no way of verifying but this seems like a waste of perfectly good pumpkins

Therapy?: ?/10. The hell are they asking me for? I don’t know their medical history

Twenty One Pilots. 0/10. There’s only two of them and neither is a licensed pilot

Finger Eleven: 0/10. Leave the poor Stranger Things girl out of this

Fall Out Boy: 9/10. I conferred with an expert on this one who confirmed that they are in fact boys who had a falling out

Cream: 8/10. Considering this was the OG supergroup I’m sure a lot of people did in fact cream when their music came out

Edit: humans aren’t fucking monkeys. Stop saying we are

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almighty-tallest-pink · 4 months

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HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!! 2024!!!! 🍻🎇🎆✨🎊🎉

#tallest pink #almighty tallest #invader zim #tallest purple #mao mao #adorabat #maomao herose of pure heart

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the-aisei-cousins · 2 months

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Event: Camping Trip

(Tw: mention and talks of Pedophilia, R@pe, child abuse, and cannibalism.(also sorry that I forgot to add this. I thought I did when I wrote this.))

You had received an email from Hope's Peak Academy

'You were invited to help Ms. Dai to take Class 82 onto a 2 week long camping trip starting tomorrow! Class 82 will be thankful for your participation.

We are not responsible for any minor damage, major injuries, any human beings being eaten, and/or deaths that Class 82 may cause.'

You decided to join. Probably your better judgment but to join, you chose none the less. The next day, you went to Hope's Peak Academy to see a group of 7 teens and one little robot girl. All had on a white shirt with brown shorts on.

One was a dark skinned girl with two IDs. One was a Substitute Teacher ID and the other a Student ID for the same school. She was in front and facing the rest of the students.

There was a boy with black hair and brown eyes. He had a bunch of scars on his body, some old, some new, some healed, some still fresh.

The robot girl was to his left. She seems to be design to look around 8 years old, but she seems to be an old model. The body was rusty in some areas and wore down by time.

To her left was a boy with an red jacket on. He had the hood over his head and sunglasses covering his face. His hands were in his pocket.

To his left was a young lady with long light reddish pink hair, dilated pupils, and a slightly jagged tooth. She was the tallest in her class.

To her left was Irofuka Nijiue. It was weird to see him not in a butler uniform. He was stilling wearing his red gloves and his hair was pulled into a short, low ponytail.

To his left was Yolei, wearing a light turtleneck sweater underneath the shirt. The also had leggings and a bag on. She was leaning towards Irofuka.

And finally, Yoshino, who had her hair in a ponytail and was wearing stockings under her shorts. She also had a small backpack on.

Yù: "Okay, let's go over the rules, one more time. No killing people, selling illegal substances or items, and no eating people. Alive or Dead. We will still be doing theapry sessions while camping. Don't wonder to far, especially at night. We have to introduce ourselves to our guests, even if we already met them. That means, telling them your actual names and Ultimate Talents, alright?"

"Yes Ma'am."

Yù: "Thank you Yoshino."

Do you say anything?

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@y0u-f4il3d-m3 @mikado-sannoji @low-activity-side-characters @yui-samidare-reborn @human-monokuma @kamon-of-hope @edens-garden-au @master-detective-archives @beautiful-despair @after-neo-world @scarred-smiles @i-spy-with-my-lethal-eye @sinistersmiles @xxcottoncandybitchxx @anyone else

#bloodthirsty maid: yolei aisei #buttons and threads: yoshino aisei #Event: Camping Trip⛺

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sp0ng3art · 5 months

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i've been seeing a lot of people redesign the mane 6 and i wanted to take a crack at it. ponies brought me to tumblr so i guess it's going back to my roots lol

lil notes

my sexuality/gender headcanons for em are as follows: twi is questioning but knows she likes girls and guys, pinkie is pan, rd is a lesbian and sometimes uses he/him pronouns, applejack and rarity are both lesbians, and fluttershy is transfem and aroace!

fluttershy's bracelet was made by pinkie; the colors have faded over the years but it used to be bright pink, blue and white (it was a coming out gift)

rarity's glasses are held up by Weird Horse Magic. shhhhhhhh

even though applejack is the tallest in terms of posing, fluttershy's actually the tallest. rd and pinkie are tied for shortest

rd chopped most of her tail off because she figured it'd make her faster. that's her natural mane color, she frequently dyes her hair in various version of the 5 color rainbow

i gave twilight little ballet flats because i though it completed the "cozy nerd" vibe i was going for; her colors are a lot warmer to match the twilight time of day

pinkie is absolutely a raver. cmon she's the party horse

granny smith made applejack's shawl and she wears her mom's hat with her dad's bolo tie on the drawstring (or whatever the adjustable thing on a cowboy hat is called lol)

rarity and applejack are a couple. they are the lesbian aunts who buy you way too many christmas presents

twi and pinkie have a kind of will-they-won't-they thing going on, pinkie is largely oblivious to this and twilight is not subtle about her crush

rd and fluttershy still have known each other since they were kids, rainbow was the first person fluttershy ever came out to before she transitioned

#my little pony #mlp #twilight sparkle #pinkie pie #applejack #rarity #rainbow dash #fluttershy #mane six #lgbt headcanons #redesign #character design #pls look at this i worked my ass off on it all week #artists on tumblr #art #fanart

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norrussell · 6 months

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Lipstick Kisses | Lando Norris⁴

Pairings: Lando Norris x fem!reader

Summary: on a night out, Lando and you can't wait to go home and get your hands on each other

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, a bit kinky, Lando and the reader being switches, tying up only for a few moments

A/N: did I come up with this while sitting on a pile of requests? Absolutely, but hear me out. When I saw Lando that night out in Mexico I just couldn't resist. He's a walking inspiration. This is the piece I've put my whole being into, please leave me some feedback and don't let it flop ♡

The clear sky was a deep cobalt blue and the stars were twinkling like a million tiny fireflies. The air was cool and still, a gentle breeze rustling through, carrying the distinct smell of the city with it. The streetlamps were glowing, a mix of blues, pinks and greens while the hum of the traffic filled the air. In the distance, the city skyline glimmered with a hundred thousand windows, the tallest building reaching far into the sky. The air was alive with sound and light, the city exhaling its never ending energy.

Lando and you were in his car, heading towards the club. As you drove, the sultry voice of Lana Del Rey filled the car, the melodious tunes blending perfectly with the city's bright lights. Lando's eyes were fixed on the road, but you could feel his gaze on you from time to time. You wore a tight-fitting black dress that hugged your curves in all the right places, your long hair cascading down your shoulders in loose waves. You knew you looked good, with your smoky eye makeup and red lipstick, and you could sense Lando's hunger growing with each passing moment.

As you stepped out of the car, the sound of thumping bass and raucous laughter hit you. The neon sign of the club flickered above you, illuminating the crowds of people waiting to get in. Taking your hand, Lando guided you inside. The smell of alcohol and perfume mixed together as soon as you walked in, with the music permeating every corner of the place.

Lando led you to the VIP section where the drinks flowed freely. You took a sip of your cocktail and let the alcohol warm your body. Lando leaned in close to you, his lips brushing against your ear. "Do you want to dance?"

Without hesitation, you took his hand and led him to the crowded dance floor. The beat of the music pulsed through your body, and you lost yourself in the rhythm. Lando's hands gripped your hips as he pulled you closer, his breath hot against your neck. You could feel the heat between you growing, and your body responded in kind.

It was as though the rest of the world had faded away, leaving just you and Lando to revel in each other's company. As the music changed to a slower, sensual beat, Lando's hands roamed over your body, his fingers tracing the lines of your curves. You could feel his hard muscles pressed against you, the heat of his body making you gasp.

Lando's lips found yours, his tongue slipping past your lips. Your body tingled with desire as you felt his hands sliding down to your thighs, pulling you up against him. The music was the only thing keeping you grounded, the rhythm pulsing through you, guiding your movements.

As the song came to an end, Lando leaned down and whispered in your ear “I can’t wait to take you home.”

You smiled and ran a thumb over his bottom lip, removing a red smudge from your lipstick.

"I can't wait either," you replied, your voice thick with desire.

Lando's eyes darkened, and he took your hand, leading you back to the VIP section. The alcohol had gone to your head, but you didn't care. Tonight was about letting go and having fun.

Once you were back at the table, Lando ordered another round of drinks. As you waited, his hand snaked up your thigh, sending shivers down your spine. You leaned in, pressing your lips to his neck, breathing in the scent of his cologne.

The drinks arrived, and you downed yours in one gulp, feeling its warmth spreading through your body. Lando's hand moved higher up your thigh, dangerously close to the hem of your dress. Loud music drowned out your moan, feeling the heat between your legs growing.

“Lando,” you stained his neck. “Take me home.”

His jaw clenched at the tone of your voice and hand on your thigh grasped you tighter. Without hesitating, Lando beckoned for the bill, paid with a black card and led you out of the club, his hand gripping yours. You headed quickly to the car, your heels clicking against the pavement. You giggled as you got into the passenger seat, feeling lightheaded from the alcohol.

Lando's car rolled into the underground parking lot, the tires squealing slightly as he pulled up to your place. He turned off the car, but left the engine running. Leaning over he pulled you close, your lips meeting in a searing kiss. His hands trailed up your dress, edging it up until it clung to the tops of your legs. You moaned into his mouth as you felt his fingers slide up your inner thighs, pushing aside the lace of your panties.

You pulled away, your body throbbing in desire. "Not here," you gasped. "And the elevator is too small..."

Lando grinned, his teeth gleaming in the darkness. He turned off the engine and stepped out of the car, circling around to your door. He opened it and pulled you out, taking you into his arms. You could feel his hard cock pressed against your leg, indicating he wanted you just as much as you wanted him.

He pulled you away from the car slowly, guiding you towards the elevators. You stepped inside, and he hit the button for the penthouse. The doors slid shut and the elevator began to climb. Your heart raced, your breaths coming in short gasps as you felt Lando's hands on your hips. He kissed you hard, exploring every inch of your mouth with his tongue. His fingers trailed down your neck, dipping into the top of your dress to caress your breasts. You moaned softly, feeling heat radiate from between your legs.

The elevator came to a stop and Lando looked deeply into your eyes before pressing his lips against yours in a final kiss that left you breathless. You were the first to leave the elevator, making your way to the bedroom and taking your dress off as you went. Lando's eyes were focused on your body, taking in the sight of you as you stepped out of your heels.

“Like what you see?” you teased, holding only the top of the dress over your frame.

“More than you could possibly imagine.” Lando’s eyes took in your curves, and he lunged towards you, dragging you onto the bed beneath him. He began to kiss every inch of your naked skin, wrapping his lips around your nipples as he tore the dress off, and sliding his tongue across your stomach.

His hands glided up the back of your thighs, pulling you towards him. The heat of his breath against your thigh sent a shiver through your figure, and your pussy ached with need. He skillfully removed your thong, making you moan as he slid a finger inside of you, his mouth moving to your clit. He flicked the soft nub between his teeth, causing your body to writhe in pleasure. You whimpered as you felt his fingers slip deeper into you, moving in and out in time with his tongue.

You arched your back as you felt the waves of pleasure crashing over you. You were so close to coming, and Lando seemed to know exactly where to touch you. You gasped, feeling your whole being exploding in ecstasy. Lando brought you to the edge over and over again, drawing out your pleasure until you were begging him to stop.

Lando's hands trailed up your figure, caressing your breasts. He pressed his lips against yours, kissing you deep, his tongue exploring every crevice of yours. You could taste your own juices on his lips and tongue, and the heat between your legs began to burn once more. You slid your hand down Lando's sides and grasped his cock, starting to rub him over the pants.

He moaned into your mouth as you stroked him gently, the other hand yanking on the chains around his neck, pulling him deeper into your mouth. You parted your legs, inviting him in. He teased you, grinding and rubbing his hardness against you. You could feel his cock throbbing with desire, begging to be buried deep within you.

You used a moment of his carelessness to wrap your legs tight around him and flip you around. You straddled him, pinning his arms on each side of his head.

“You’re such a tease.” he bit into his lower lip to stop his smile from spreading, admiring your naked physique on top of him.

“I’m about to tease you a lot more.” you said as you pushed your hips forward.

You buried your head into his neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses. You let go of his wrists -which he didn’t even bother moving- and unbuttoned his black shirt, your lipstick kisses marking every inch of toned skin. Removing the shirt and tossing it aside, Lando raised his arms above his head, giving you enough access to his chest. His muscles were firm and strong, and it made you ache for more. Kissing his upper body tenderly, you covered his collarbones in your lips’ red imprints. And every freckle and birthmark was kissed in a perfect heart-shaped pattern.

Lando groaned as you wrapped your hands around his torso and slid your pussy up and down his denim jeans. The fabric was so thin it made it easy for you to feel his hard cock pressing against you, begging for release. You let your lips graze his neck, your breasts pressed up against his bare chest. He started to move, thrusting his hips towards yours. The heat between you was undeniable, and you could tell he was holding back as much as you were.

You sat up, gazing into his eyes as you ran your hands down his abdomen. Reaching down and undoing his belt, you pulled it out from its loops. You wrapped the leather around his wrists, and pulled him towards the bedpost. You bit your lip, watching his body tug against the restraint, his muscles straining against the leather. You ran your hand over his dick, feeling it throb between your fingers.

“I want you to know who owns you.” you whispered, wrapping the other end of the belt around the bedpost. He was your prisoner, and you were his captor.

He watched you, his expression unreadable. You placed a final kiss on his lips and slid down his body, freeing his cock from its confines, squeezing it firmly. He groaned as he felt the leather holding him back when he reached for you. You ran your hand up and down, squeezing tighter with each pass. He let out a moan, and you stopped suddenly.

“No. Don’t stop.” Lando whined, his voice curling around you.

“You want me to stop?” you bit your lip, grinding into him.

“No!” he said, his voice cracking. “Please, don’t stop.” he panted.

You looked up at him, giving him a mischievous smile before sliding your hot mouth over his hard cock. He moaned, instantly forgetting about his hands being tied up. You pressed your lips tight, your tongue swirling around his tip. He cursed softly under his breath, enjoying the sensation. You took him all the way in, letting your lips swallow his hot, firm cock, moaning as you hit the back of your throat.

Lando pulled at the belt, trying to free his hands as you took him deeper, sucking harder. He moaned, the pleasure choking his words. You slid your mouth off his cock and gave the tip a few kisses. Locking eyes with him, you glided your mouth over his cock once more, this time faster.

You let your hands skim over his thighs, gripping hard as you bobbed your head up and down. You felt him twitch in your mouth, and you pulled away, looking up at him. He looked back at you, with a wide eyed expression.

“Please, don’t stop.” he begged again, leaning his head back against the bed.

You gripped his cock, running your tongue over the shaft. You circled the tip with it, tasting the sweet flavor of his desire as it dripped from him. You felt the cool air caress the wetness that lingered around your lips.

“Please.” he whispered again.

You reached up and undid the belt around his wrists. You let him free his hands, and he wrapped one around your neck, pulling you into a kiss as he let the other roam down your back. He drew you towards him, reaching down to cup your hot pussy. His fingers explored your lips before moving to your clit, rubbing softly. He nudged your body towards the bed, climbing on top of you and kissing you deeply, his lips dancing across yours and chains clinking with every motion.

The heat of his body against yours made you ache even more as you felt the wetness between your legs. You wanted him so bad you could taste it.

“Please, I want you.” you moaned.

“Please what?” it was his turn to tease you.

“I want you so bad.” you let your fingers trace down his chest.

“That’s right. Beg for it.” he relished in your neediness.

“Please, fuck me.” you said, your voice high pitched and out of control. “Please, fuck me right now.”

He slid his hand across your body, taking your hand, and pressed it against the bed. He stared into your eyes, his hand holding yours. You knew he wanted you to beg more, but you wouldn’t let him have it. You bit your lip, and his green eyes narrowed. He freed your hand, guiding it with his own, nipping at your lip and kissing it gently.

You smiled at him, and his grip tightened. He teased you, gliding his body over yours. The feel of his hard cock pressing against you only drove your desire for him higher. You moaned as you felt it go over your clit, sending shivers through you. You wrapped your legs tight around him, wanting to feel him all the way inside you.

Lando stared into your eyes, sucking your lower lip into his mouth. He let go of your hand and moved from your mouth to your neck. Your breath caught as he continued trailing kisses along your throat and shoulders. He suckled your sensitive skin, and your nails slid across his bare back, making him hiss in response as you dug them into his flesh, leaving red lines.

His lips found your breast, and his tongue swept over your hardened nipple. He took it into his mouth and sucked on it, sending shocks of pleasure through you as you felt him kneading it with his lips. You bit down on your lower lip to stifle the moan that rose in your throat. His teeth grazed against the sensitive bud, and you gasped, your back arching involuntarily in response.

“I’ve been waiting for this.” he whispered into your ear.

He encircled your legs with his arms and you embraced him in return, squeezing your thighs around his waist. His lips crashed against yours, passionately expressing the feelings that had been building up between the two of you for far too long. And when he pressed himself into you, it was clear that he'd been yearning for this as much as you were.

Lando moved his hips, grinding into you. You felt him moving deeper inside you, and you moaned into his mouth. He pulled his hips back and slammed them forward again. Your body moved back and forth, as he thrust into you again and again. He rubbed your clit, and you felt the tingles building inside you, the soft waves radiating out from your hips. You whimpered, as you felt it building up, closer and closer.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” he grunted as he thrust into you again, and your body tightened, shaking against him. You broke away from his kiss, your eyes closed and head thrown back. You bit your lip, sustaining a scream, letting out a deep moan instead, waves crashing up against you again.

He leaned back, thrusting his hips harder, and fingers pressing against your clit. Your hips ground against him, meeting each desperate thrust. You were lost in a sea of pleasure, your head spinning. You took him deeper inside you, grinding against him as your body shook.

The waves crashed into you, and you felt them rippling through your body, waves of pleasure that you could do nothing but ride out. Your moans were loud, and you didn’t even care. He thrust into you, over and over, your moans mixing together. You felt the last of the pleasure wash over you, your body rendered boneless.

“You’re mine.” his chains dangled over you as he leaned to whisper into your ear.

They landed in your mouth, your teeth tugging on them, urging him to begin thrusting again, to move with you as you rode out the last of the waves. Your body felt less sensitive, but he just felt so good. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you tight. You moaned, meeting his thrusts as he started to move quicker and faster. He felt the heat between your legs as you felt him twitch, and you moaned again, pressing your lips into his shoulder.

“You ready?” he said, his voice hoarse.

You felt the warmth spread through you, and your pussy tightened, trying to squeeze his cock. His moans increased as his hips quickened their tempo. You sucked on his neck, licking over his collar bone, all your previous artwork smudged. He bit down on your shoulder, and grew even more aroused. The heat inside you intensified, your hips moving wildly in sync with his.

He pounded into you, his cock sliding in and out of your tight, wet pussy. You could feel yourself panting more rapidly as the intensity of the moment began reaching a boiling point, your moans increasing in volume with every stroke.

You heard him grunt, his cock twitching inside you. Your pussy squeezed him, and he groaned. You kissed him, hard, and he broke away from you. He stared into your eyes, his forehead touching yours as sweat glistened on his skin. You whimpered, and his eyes closed, mouth soundlessly hanging open.

He thrust into you one last time, his cock quivering deep inside you. You felt the warmth fill you up, and you moaned out. The pleasure was overwhelming, and you felt yourself slowly drifting back to reality.

Lando collapsed on top of you, his arms wrapped around you, making you fit inside him, feeling his hot breath against your cheek. You felt your body shaking with the aftershocks of the orgasm. You could feel his cock still jerking slightly inside you, causing soft moans to escape you as you came down from your high.

He rolled off you and gathered you in his arms, pulling you close. You let out a sigh of contentment as he caressed your arm and pressed his lips against your forehead. He looked into your eyes, the love evident on his face.

“I love you,” he said softly.

You smiled and ran your hand through his sweat dampened curls, feeling warmth fill your heart. You touched his face with both hands, gazing into his eyes.

“I love you too," you whispered back before the sound of his steady heart beat lulled you into a peaceful slumber.

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