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mountainsandmayhem · 2 months

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Wings. Fire. Magic.

Dragon Trainer Joel x Female Reader

Summary: After stealing an egg you become the prisoner of a very handsome human male. CW: no smut (yet), massage, weaponry, mild nudity, blood Word Count: 3.3k, just a teaser Graphics by @saradika-graphics 💚🐉

You peel one eye open, the man who has you captive appears to be sound asleep, leaning up against a rock with an axe across his outstretched legs, one ankle crossed over the other. The large trees rustle around you in the breeze. Moonlight dancing around his face, the scar along the side of his head glistens.

Ok, captive is a strong word. You did try to steal from him. You had stolen from him. A fiery orange egg. Between your magic and your wings you should have been able to escape. He’s just a human and you are one of the few magic Fae left in this world.

Last night, he let you out of the tightly wound chains he had wrapped around you since catching you. For two days you were stuck in those chains that glow a sickly green, chains that silence your magic. Now a single thick cuff, in that same putrid green, is wrapped around your ankle, a short chain binding it to a nearby tree. Your iridescent wings ache as you roll off your back and onto your side to face Joel.

Joel. Pfft. What a weird fucking name.

You try to stretch your wings quietly, but Joel’s eyes pop open at the little grunt you let out.

“What’s wrong?” He grumbles.

“Nothing,” you say defiantly as you roll onto your stomach and try to lift your wings out to stretch them. Your wings may look dainty and fragile, but they weigh more than you and without your magic it’s almost impossible to move them. You grunt again, if Joel hadn’t wrapped you in that fucking chain you wouldn’t be dealing with the uncomfortable tightness between your shoulder blades that can only be fixed by stretching and fluttering your wings.

Joel sighs in annoyance as he stands and walks over to you. The gravel crunching under his boots wakes the thing that quite possibly intrigues you more than it scares you. It’s a death sentence to want to be around her. It was a death sentence to steal that egg.

You try to slow your heart as you hear Remmer, Joel's indescribably large dragon move through the shadows behind you. Breathe, breathe, you say to yourself, sweat slicking your palms.

“What’s wrong?” He says again, more softly this time, feet stopping by your head.

“You fucking tied me up, Joel. With that enchanted chain for two fucking days. You squished my wings and now they’re sore.” You don’t mean for it to come out as a whine, but there’s a cold fire spreading across your upper back, slowly spreading up your neck and into your lower back.

He looks down at you, you stay on your stomach, eyes staring at his boots in front of you, resting your cheek on your hands. “You stole from me,” he says flatly.

“Ya, I know Joel, you made that abundantly fucking clear. Just go back to sleep.” You try to stretch your wings out and then up, but the right one cramps and a sharp pain lances through your body. You cry out into the quiet dark night and it echoes back at you mockingly.

“What can I do?” Joel says bending down beside you, placing a large warm palm in between where your wings meet your back.

“Rub there,” you say through the pain of the cramp. This isn’t like when you get a cramp in your calf, a wing cramp lights every nerve on fire. Tension builds in your neck and starts to blur your vision, your sciatic nerve shooting pain down both legs.

Joel rubs the space between your wings in slow gentle circles, his rough hand scratching against the leather of your jacket. You gasp out in pain again as the right side twitches harder. Joel moves swiftly, undoing the zipper down the back of your fighting leathers, opening it fully, rubbing at your bare skin where your wings connect to your back, trying his hardest to work out the knots. He continues the same slow gentle circles and your left wing finally relaxes, curling itself back against your body.

“Is this ok?” Joel whispers. His voice sounds dry and timid.

You moan slightly as the cramping begins to ease. “A little harder,” you say.

He kneads the joint of the right one a little harder and it flops down weakly beside you, but he doesn’t stop massaging you. His other hand trails along the top edge of your wing to the first joint and he gently folds it back to your body.

You close your eyes at the tingly sensation that spreads down your spinal cord at his touch, it feels like warm oil being drizzled down your back and the pain in your legs stops. No one has ever touched your wings before and humans are known to be vicious, yet there isn’t an ounce of fear in you as the man you’re currently a prisoner to cares for you.

His hand on your wing continues to trace along the outer edge until it’s all tucked up right above your hip. His other hand kneads down your spine and you melt into the hard ground you were sleeping on.

A little whimper passes your lips at how good his hands feel on your body. Both his hands trail lightly up your spine and massage at your neck. When they slip into your hair the pain in your head stops and your vision evens out. An almost pornographic moan passes your lips. He jerks his hands away and you bite your cheek to stop yourself from begging him to continue.

He lets out a low whistle. You feel the air move around you and the massive dragon lands beside you with a tiny thump. Fear rises in your throat like a dry lump. A voice inside your head laughs at you. Little Fae warrior, steals an egg yet is petrified of what’s inside.

Joel grabs your ankle and unshackles the chain. Then says, “Don’t run. Go back to sleep, we have a long journey tomorrow.”

The next morning Joel doesn’t wrap you in chains and make you sit side saddle on Remmer like he did the day before. Instead, he places a thin gold cuff that glows green around your wrist and then gives you a boost to sit normally before he hauls himself up behind you. He makes it look easy, his long powerful leg stretching, the lean muscles lining his back and arms pulling him up. The cuff silences your magic just enough that you won’t be able to fly.

The dragon rises from its crouched position when Joel takes the reins and you grab the edge of the saddle - even though you know that when you’re caged between Joel’s broad frame you won’t fall.

He lets out a whistle similar to last night and with one long swoop of her wings the dragon is up in the air. You tuck your wings in tight to your body, Joel's strong, leather wrapped chest close enough that you can feel the heat radiating off him. The warmth feels nice against the sore muscles lining your back, you have to fight the urge to lean against him completely.

He doesn’t bring up what happened last night so you stay quiet as the dragon soars high above the fluffy white clouds. Morning dew sticking to your skin, you gaze around admiring the rising sun casting hues of pink and orange around you. It’s almost kind of romantic, minus the whole being held captive and being taken - well, you aren’t exactly sure where Joel is taking you.

You sit in silence as the morning sun rises up and over you, until it becomes the evening sun. Joel pulls the reins and his dragon swoops down, skimming the surface of the large lake you didn’t even know you were flying over. The dragon drinks deeply, dragging her long obsidian claws of its back feet through the water. There’s a large mountain range on the other side of the lake and when you reach the shore the dragon gracefully veers upwards, landing in a grassy clearing between two peaks. Remmer lands so gently that you barely feel it, the only sign that you’re on the ground is that the wind around you has stopped.

Joel doesn’t take the cuff off, but says “I’m trusting you not to run” before climbing down the leg of his dragon. He disappears into the tree line, assumingly to gather some firewood, and the dragon turns her head to look at you, almost side eyeing you as if to say “get the fuck off of me you freeloader”.

You mutter an apology to the dragon, flinging your leg over the saddle, trying to replicate all Joel’s steps while the burnt orange eyes of the dragon watch you.

Once you hit the ground the dragon nudges you with her snout and you stumble forward before she takes off into the air, darting into a cave above the right side of the meadow.

Rude.

You look around the meadow, light green clover and colorful wildflowers cover most of it. Tall trees lining the edge of it, a jagged rocky mountain cliff face that leads to the cave closes in the rest of it. You hear water trickling, spinning around you see a stream of bright blue water. The water is so clear that you can’t tell how deep it is. The bed of the stream is covered in rocks of purples, greens and blues.

Joel is nowhere to be found and you’ve been up near the sun in these leathers all day. You glance around again before stripping off all your clothing and submerging yourself in the cool blue water. It flows over your skin like silk, you take a big breath and disappear under the water for a little bit, watching a few striped fish swim past.

Suddenly, a hand has you by your hair, ripping you from the water as a yelp leaves your mouth.

“Joel, what the fuck?” You yell, trying to cover your naked body with your arms. But it’s not Joel. No, it’s three large males dressed in greens to match the meadow. All of them have large full beards and are armed with curved blades.

When humans think of sprites they imagine small woodland creatures. But some sprites are anything but that. In this land, sprites have been after fairy wings for as long as you can remember. The brutal males need the wings to make the potion to keep their unbelievable strength.

They speak to each other in a language that you don’t understand. Two of them grab onto you, one at your hands and the other at your feet. They spin you around and slam you face first into the ground. You scream out, hoping that Joel is close enough, or cares enough, to come help you. But maybe he brought you here for this reason. Maybe he only massaged your wings so tenderly last night because he’s expecting some sort of payment from these males.

The third male crouches down beside you. “Shut the fuck up, there’s no one here who can help you.”

His hand reaches around the top of your wing and he pulls it as hard as he can to try to pry it away from your naked body. If Joel had removed the small gold cuff around your wrist you may have been able to fight them off. At this point all you can do is squeeze your wings into yourself as hard as you can. They need the whole wing, joint and all to make their potion properly.

“No! Please!” You scream, seeing the long sharp dagger he pulls from his boot.

His feral touch on the sensitive membranes of your wings is almost enough to make you wretch. His cronies pull your arms and legs tighter, almost as if they’re trying to rip you in half, the sharp rocks poke and scratch underneath you.

“No! Help me! Someone!” You are practically sobbing.

You know you aren’t a good fairy. You’ve spent years stealing and taking things that aren’t yours, but it was for your village. Fae in this area of the world have been pushed out of land that they once owned. Your ancestors were injected with that same sickly green that Joel has embedded in his chains and then stripped of their wings. Magic and wings were lost for centuries. Babies were born without either, and only recently did it start showing up in a new generation of Fae. You thought yourself lucky at one time, but here you are, about to be flayed open like a spatchcocked chicken.

A sharp poke hits just above your right shoulder blade and you scream out in agony. Before you can comprehend what’s happening you’re encased in a dark shadow. For a moment you think you’re dead, until glowing flecks of orange light cast a warm glow around you. A wing. You’re surrounded, tented in almost, by a wing. You hear the males pleading on the other side.

“Easy there.”

“We didn’t mean no harm. Eaaaasy.”

You hear the sound of wood falling to the ground and as if he appeared from thin air, Joel is beside you, his axe gripped tightly in one hand. He’s crouching slightly and you wrap your arms around yourself to cover your naked flesh.

“NO!” You scream, trying to scramble away from him.

He puts a finger to his lips to shush you and then steps out from the wing.

The males go quiet.

“If you touch her again,” Joel says darkly, “My dragon will be the least of your concerns.”

“We have gold,” the voice of the one who was cutting you says, “give us the fairy and we’ll give you gold.”

Joel is silent for too long, you’re sure he’s considering it, about to sell you off. You reach over your shoulder to where the dagger pierced you and feel a sticky warmth against the pads of your fingers, pulling your hand back you see your fingers coated in blood.

“Stay. The fuck. Away from her,” Joel growls. Remmer huffing beside you.

You hear the footsteps of the men trail off. The dragon lifts her wing and then peaks at you with one eye. You stay seated on the ground, knees drawn to your chest, covering yourself up as best you can. A shiver runs down your body, the dragon's eye narrows slightly and then warm air blows from her nose, heating the space under her wing.

You smile at the dragon. “Thank you.”

“Lift up,” Joel says on the other side of the wing. The dragon growls quietly at him. “Ok weirdo. Can I at least hand her her clothes?”

She lifts just enough for Joel to slide your boots, leathers, and white cotton shirt under. The moment his hand is clear she flaps it back down and huffs at him. More warm air fills the space before she turns her head away so you can get dressed.

“How chivalrous,” you say to the dragon. The tented space under the wing is big enough for you to stand up in as you shimmy your clothes and boots on, leaving your jacket off since the joint of your wing is burning. You can already feel the soft cotton of your shirt sticking to you. “I’m dressed,” you call out when you’re done.

The dragon peaks in again at you. “Am I allowed out?”

Remmer stares at you for a little while before Joel speaks up from the other side of your cocoon, “Rem, she’s not your pet. You can’t hold her in there…”

The dragon eyes soften at you and you smile a little. “I’m ok, I promise. Thank you.”

She lifts her wing up and nudges you towards Joel, using her nose to turn your body so that Joel can see the blood.

“Shit,” he whispers.

“I’m fine, Joel.” You say, trying to step away but you’re caged between the dragon's large head against your stomach and Joel at your back.

“You’re not fine,” he says, moving your hair away from the deep gash. “Fuck, don’t move. We need to wrap this up.”

The dragon must be able to understand him, because she immediately turns her body to where the bags hang off her saddle. He gets the medical supplies and then pulls you gently over to sit on a rock. He stands behind you, tugging the back of your shirt so he can see the full extent of the damage.

“This might sting,” he says as he uncaps a bottle of antiseptic.

He drizzles a little bit on you and it feels like liquid fire spreading across your body. You bite hard on your lip to not scream, hands curling into fists. The dragon pushes herself flat to the ground and almost slithers up to you, resting her massive head on your lap, looking up at you with sad eyes.

“Why’d you take it?” He says, gentle hands beginning to wrap a bandage around the joint of your wing. You stretch it out as much as you can to make it easier for him, wincing at the sharp pinching sensation, Rem lets out a whine, similar to a little dog, at the sign of your pain.

You want to reach out to pet the dragon but fear stops you, “The egg?” you ask timidly.

“Mm-hmm,” he says behind you, looping the bandage around, the back of his hand grazes the underside of your wing. You hadn’t realized how sensitive that part of your body is and your nipples harden, eyes closing briefly at the sensation.

“We needed money,” you reply just above a whisper.

“Who’s we?”

“My family. I’m the only one with magic and wings, their survival falls on me. And there’s not a lot for us here.”

“Why don’t you all go somewhere else?” he asks, his hand brushing that sensitive spot again.

You snort a little, the dragon thinking it’s pain nuzzles into you more, you still don’t move to pet her. “Wingless Fae aren’t exactly welcome in many places, and as you just saw, those of us with wings are under attack.”

“Why?” he asks again as he ties the bandage in a knot.

“Our wings hold our magic.”

One of Joel's strong arms trails down yours, his chest pressed against your back. Sparks shoot across your body at his sudden and all consuming closeness. He smells like pine needles and fresh grass. His hand wraps around your wrist and he brings your hand to rest on the Remmer’s head, right between her glowing orange eyes.

“Just don’t stroke against her scales, she won’t like that.”

You take a shaky breath and stroke back towards the spiky crown of her head. Her spikes lay flat and she closes her eyes, a purring sound fills her chest and you smile over your shoulder at Joel.

“Where are you taking me?” You ask.

“Where we take all thieves.” He says.

The King.

“No, please. You can’t! He’ll do worse than cut off my wings!” You plead, Rem shoots her head up towards Joel, eyes flaring.

“Remmer, down.” Joel says warningly at the dragon. She doesn’t lower her head back to your lap, but you notice the orange in her eyes softens. He turns now to address you, “This is the way of your world, you knew that long before you took my egg.”

Rem huffs smoke at him when he says ‘my egg’.

“Apologies. When she took your egg.”

Remmer blinks at him, then back at you before resting her head back on your lap. You use both hands now to stroke along her scales. It's hard to believe that just mere hours ago you were terrified of her, but something about those males that attacked you has changed her presence around you.

Joel turns towards the wood he dropped earlier and starts building a fire. You swear you hear him say, “whose side are you on?” under his breath.

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nanivinsmoke · 4 months

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Personal Trainer

Zoro x Fem!Reader

we all wanna get fucked by this man.

summary ~ when the sexiest man in the gym gets tired of y/n’s mouth, he decides to give her a punishment

warning ~ anal sex, rough sex, public sex, shower sex, multiple orgasms, creampies, teasing and degradation.

one minute she was doing some squats, the next minute she was taking back shots in the shower. it happened so fast, yet she had been wanting this for sometime.

the green haired male was her personal trainer. he was with her every time she came to the gym. y/n had asked him to train her when she watched him lift a 250 barbell with ease, he was the only person in the gym who could do that. his body was something she aspired to have, he was muscled and toned in the right places. he was perfect, his body and his face was sculpted by a god.

however, the first time she met him and they interacted, she thought he was an asshole. they would bicker which would gain the attention of other people working out, but that only increased the sexual tension between them. she soon began to notice it too. she would catch herself staring, staring as his chest rising and falling whenever he flexed his muscles or the beads of sweat that trickled down his tan skin. it had made her all hot and bothered, just looking at him.

but, she wasn’t the only one noticing things. he noticed how plump her ass was in her gym shorts. the way her ass cheeks would swallow up the sheer fabric was enough to get a rise out of him. he would also pick fight with her just to see her get mad, she was sexier when she was mad at him. that’s how all this started today, he had picked another fight and he was tired of her mouth.

“dumbass! that’s not how you use the stair climber!” y/n yelled at the idiotic green haired man, as he did jumping jacks on the stair climber, tugging at his tank top to get him off of the equipment.

“do you have to whine everytime you talk? no wonder you’re in this gym and still don’t have a boyfriend” his teasing words stung, which made her pause and turn to him. “the fuck did you just say to me? asshole!” she bickered back, attempting to get in his face but he was taller than she was, which made it hard for her.

“you bitch more than me, maybe you are one?” now her words stung like hell to him and his face dropped. she immediately took notice to his change in body language and tried to apologize, but he wasn’t trying to hear it. “wait—ahh!—put me down!” he quickly picked her up and slung her body over one shoulder, like she was a ragdoll. as she squirmed in his grasp, he sent a harsh smack to her ass, making her yelp and the fat jiggle.

when they made it into the locker and shower room, zoro placed her down and ordered her to strip. she loved the way he was demanding her, she was more turned on than usual, maybe she should do this more often. y/n gladly did as she was told, but made sure she kept a scowl on her face. she was ready to take her punishment, she had been waiting for this very moment. she unclasped her sports bra, her breast resting while her nipples stood at attention. the sight alone made his dick jump slightly, her body was beautiful.

when she finally dropped her pants and panties, he made her turn around and turned on the hot water, the steam enveloping them both. she turned to him and bit her lip slightly, “i like it rough,” a smirk appeared on his face and he quickly pulled her into a kiss, his tongue easily dominating hers. she was beyond soaked by now, her clit throbbing with each swipe of his tongue. she was growing impatient, lifting up her leg and grabbing his hand so he could feel her wetness. the slick moisture that coated his thick finger tips nearly made him go insane. he had never felt a woman that was this wet before.

his finger pumped in and out of her, spreading her open with each pump. the more he explored her wet cunt, the more she cried out in pleasure. she could feel herself cumming and he did too, so before she could even enjoy her climax, he pulled his fingers out and pulled away from her soft lips. he sucked the fluids from his fingers before ordering her once again to turn around, facing the wall.

“please. just let me cum~” she breathed out, upset at her rejected climax. zoro said nothing as he viewed her plump backside, the roundness of her ass caused him to quickly tease his tip at both of her entrances; which made her tense up each time he went near her asshole. “don’t worry, that’s gonna get fucked too—shit~” he pushed into her pussy, loving the warmth and wetness they came with it, stretching her completely.

he had filled her up with ease, his thickness caused her to have a mini orgasm. wanting to experience a bigger one, she threw her ass back against him, catching him a bit off guard before he met her each time with a thrust. zoro’s thick hands gripped her hips, deepening his stroke. y/n took it like a big girl, the slight pain being overpowered by pleasure was enough to make her cum again. “you cumming around my dick? who said you can do that, bitch~” his degrading words only made her pleasure increase, she didn’t care if the whole gym heard her either.

he pulled out of her cunt and prodded at her ass hole, causing her to tense up once more. he chuckled and used his spit as lubricant, which was enough for him to get through. this was a different feeling to her, painful but a different type of pleasure as well. she didn’t move from her spot, finding comfort from the shower’s steaming waters, before she felt him move. he moved slowly, not wanting to fuck her how she should be fucked just yet. the more he moved, the more she craved his dick.

“this tight ass~” he hissed from the tightness of her ass hole, loving how her anal walls felt around his cock. “more. fuck me harder,” she begged, beginning to move her ass against his pelvis. the green haired male smirked, his strokes becoming faster and deeper; earning cries of pleasure from the slut in front of him.

her ass clapped against him as she began to pound her ass hole, which echoed throughout the bathroom. “fuck—gonna cum in this tight fuckin hole~” she nodded frantically, feeling herself come undone as well. while his pace sped up, his thick load spurted into her ass, granting her the best orgasm of her life. she never thought she could cum from her ass, but she did and it was like heaven.

when he pulled out, she could feel his kids drip out of her, which slowly began to wash away due to the running shower.

“you’re just wasting it— I think you want some more”

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platinumrosetail · 1 year

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Record of Ragnarok x Pokemon Trainer!Reader?

Maybe she ends up in the ROR universe or the other way around, but either way I just think it'd be interesting if she tries to explain her world to everyone and just throws out a this tiny, cute pokemon, making the ROR characters not take her seriously at first, but then she just throws out pokemon like Mew, Kyogre, or heaven forbid, Arceus himself, casually saying these were the gods of her world.

I quite literally been trying to make a post about this before so this is fantastic for me also yes a ror request whoo! Also yes with the reader having powerful and god like Pokémon along with cute Pokémon.

It felt too crowded with four legendaries with three being bigger than one of them so I had to switch out giratina for a starter, hope that’s alright with you 😅😭.

Me and them talked and fill in some things that I had questions about so you might see some things that was left out of the request, this is a heads up if you get confused on that 😁.

This might be focused on the reaction and fighting than anything romantic as I haven’t gotten any requests for them to do this but I will try and make some romantic moments the best I can 😁😅.

Warning: noob author, female reader, possibly some ooc, and others.

Characters: some gods and some humans (romantic, they didn’t fully specify who so I’ll do the ones in my masterlist that i think would be more romantic for the reader), Valkyrie (platonic)

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You were visiting alola again after battling in galar and becoming champion there; reason why you were visiting alola again was because you have a relative you want to visit and cause necrozma (solgaleo) wanted to visit where they used to live aagain after so long.

You were just spending time with the ultra beast when you heard the sound of a ultra wormhole opening up from behind you and the next thing you know is that you’re in your space suit that can open by a button and that you’re on the back of necrozma growing past many wormholes with speed that you didn’t know it had as it takes them a while to pick up this speed in the wormhole current.

Next you were falling through as necrozma was forced to go back into their pokeball but some forces you couldn’t see but you could see the struggle they had before going into the pokeball. You screamed even though you know that wouldn’t help as you aren’t sure if you can bring out any capable pokemon at the moment with that force pulling necrozma back into their pokeball and all.

(That’’s just for plot convenience at the moment, it most likely won’t appear here anymore, y’know like a one time thing.)

You felt yourself get caught by a pair of what seem to be strong arms with how muscular they are, you trailed your eyes up and met red tinted glasses eyes, you fainted seconds later because of all the adrenaline finally settling down and because of the hot male that caught you.

(Honestly who wouldn’t for Buddha lol)

When you finally woke up you noticed that you were in bed, at first you thought that you were dreaming all of that in a lucid dream but then began to notice the difference between this room and your room back in your time.

Your train of thought was interrupted by the door to this room opening and in came a tall woman with dark blue hair and from what you could tell by the distance between you two, green eyes.

“I’m glad to see that you’re awake, as i would like to discuss something with you if you don’t mind.” The woman says as she watches you sit up on the bed. “But first lets introduce ourselves, seeing as we might be working together from now on if you agree to a favor i would like to ask of you.”

“Ok……” I hesitantly agree wondering where this was going.

“My name is brunhilde and i would like your assistance on helping save humanity from being destroyed by the gods.” The woman now known as brunhilde introduced and explained the favor to you.

“My name is (Y/n)… and about that favor, can i have some time to think about it, y’know with how it’s a lot to take in and with how big the favor seems to be?” You asked wondering what world you’re in for humanity to be pushed to extinction if they don’t win this supposed battle of gods vs humanity.

“Of course, i understand, when you decide come find me in the meeting room.” Brunhilde quickly exit completely forgetting that you don’t know this place like she does and you don’t know where that is.

“He! Wait where is that?!” You tried to call out to her and get her to tell you before she left but seems she already died making you sigh before doing what you said you were going to do until later though that train of thought was quickly broken but something being dropped on your chest.

You uncovered your eye with the arm you previously placed over them to think and see big blue eyes and a pink short furred cat staring right back at you while their tail is swishing back and forth almost expecting something from you……. Until it hit you, quite literally as the creature you know as mew bap’ed their paw at you and you realized what they wanted.

“Fine~….. but after that no bothering me until later, ok? I need to think about this favor brunhilde asked of me.” You got a nod before going through the bag that was on the desk that was next to the bed you were on, and thankfully everything seems to still be in their original place in it anyway back to the task at hand, mew had wanted you to get the poke treat you always make for them and the others, your parent taught you the recipe for these things and like always it was all of your Pokémon’s favorite which doesn’t surprise you as the recipe was all Pokémon’s favorite, and of course there were different flavors for any pokemon with a different taste bud.

You decided to take a walk outside to get a clear head as the room was becoming too stuffy even though it was a really big room and it took many steps to even get to the door of it.

The place you ended up next was what most likely be the garden for this place you appeared in, while walking around there you spot a male laying down on the green grass that you know all grass type would enjoy running around in.

The male looked strangely familiar with the glasses and hair but you can’t quite place where you might’ve seen from though you guess you’ll know soon enough as when you went to get a closer look you seem to have woken the sleeping man up as the next thing you knew was that you hear a deep voice call out.

“Staring is rude, y’know.” You jumped, startled at the sudden noice breaking your concentration and began to panic while trying to push out an apology.

“S-sorry! You just seemed so f-familiar and i wanted to figure o-out why a-and—” you were cut off by what seems to be a lollipop being pushed into your mouth, and the lollipop you previously sen in his mouth is gone as well……. It didn’t take you long to figure out where that lollipop has gone to which made you blush up a storm and started to look like a (Pokémon name) with how bad you blushed at the indirect kiss you two basically shared.

“Calm down or you’l faint again.” he says which got me thinking on how he knew I fainted before unless…..

“You’re the one that catched me!” I finally figured out who he was and accidentally yelled out a bit as i finally could thank the one who catches and saved my life from that long fall.

“So you finally remember, huh?”

The male introduced himself as Buddha which i responded with my own introduction as well. He soon asked what you were doing here when you’re human and should be in the human realm which you quickly explained your predicament as he thought you fell from their version of human realm by accident and was already ack to your human life after you woke up.

“Well you see, technically I’m from another universe or dimension where there’s these creatures called pocket monster, or pokemon for short, and while hanging around at one of the places i visit to have some alone time, a wormhole opened and one of my pokemon had decided that it was time to go on an adventure again like when i was younger but when getting close to the end of the portal my pokemon was forced back into their pokeball and you know what happened next… sorry about that by the way.”

“Mmm, it’s fine, though you can show me one of these pokemon you have on you.” Buddha says which was alright with you and you guess he got curious on what one would look like with how you talked about them.

You went through your head on which one to bring out to show him before choosing your sylveon who likes getting attention from you and anybody you deem worthy enough to be your friend.

“This is sylveon, one of my Pokémon that been with me since I started my journey.” You say as you pet your beloved Pokémon.

“She’s cute.” Buddha say which made you laugh a little but quickly noticed how sylveon was reacting to that so you hurried to explain before things get out of hand.

“Actually sylveon is a boy, he gets irritated if you call him a girl, the only time he’s alright is when he goes to use to his advantage.”

After a few more hours of you two spending time together it was time for a leave as you still need to inform brunhilde the decision you picked while with Buddha.

(I’m going to speed this along as it’s already long right now.)

It was a few days after you joined the fight for humanities survival. You’ve met some of the human fighters, all with very different personalities and backgrounds.

The only ones who know about you being from another universe and your Pokémon being with you is brunhilde, her sisters, and Buddha, and even then they only know the normal ones you have not the legendaries you have, reason why you didn’t want to share with the others is because you wanted to surprise them within your round which is like a demonstration of what’s to happen though like the others the round is a death match as well.

The god you were facing was a low god to the others gods and goddesses but still strong enough to take down a normal human……. If you were a normal human, but seeing as you came from another universe entirely makes you no ordinary normal human.

“You should just surrender girly! I wouldn’t want you to accidentally break a nail!! Hahahahaha!!!” At that the god of (???) gained a laugh from the others on his side of this battle, he didn’t get the rise out of you like he was hoping for but instead a sweet, sweet smile that seems to scream danger to him but he tries not to be intimidated by a ‘lowly’ human like you.

You had already sent out a Pokémon before the fight, mew, who was invisible and would appear when you call out to it, but for now you’ll hold back on who you chose to send out, the one you send out is a hisuian zoroark that you caught in the past of sinnoh.

“Zoroark! Use shadow sneak!!” You called out a move for your zoroark to use which allows it to move first. A shadow from zoroark’s shadow goes towards the god which confused him on how you and your beast can do that before starting to feel extraordinary pain which made him tilt his head behind him to see what’s going on back there only to see a shadow looming over him being the culprit yo his pain.

Thankfully for him it ended soon enough but he was still littered with long scratches from the attack.

“How?! How did you do that?! And where did that mangy beast come from?!” He yelled out and basically insulted your Pokémon which irritates you when people get like that but make sure to hold that anger for the finishing blow when the time is right.

“I don’t want to reveal any of my secrets so you’ll just have to wait.” You say which makes the gods like hades, shiva, Loki, Thor, Poseidon only shared a small short glance before looking away uninterested in this fight and what happens to the human female, zeus also shared an interest disgustingly enough.

“Hmm, this human is interesting right hades?” Zeus says, hades doesn’t say anything as he saw the same female alone in the gardens one time and also had a interest with her being there and not in the human realm

On the Norse side there was Loki and Thor along with Odin and the two birds that follow him that Loki likes to tease. “Hmmm~ I wonder what she means by that~ what do you say Thor?~” he got no response from him which made Loki pout.

While they were all talking, the battle continued on until you only had three Pokémon left, coincidentally they were some of the legendaries/mythical from your world which theoretically speaking is basically like the gods from your world.

You thought as long and as hard as you could which was only a second before sending out the big one….. the almighty creator of both humans and Pokémon kind in your world; arceus.

“I’m sorry for acting cocky right now buuut….. you’re about to become nonexistent.”

“Huh? What do you mean? It’s just a Llama! I bet it would be like the others, too! Though I wished you let them stay out so I could kill them and make you see that you’re of no match to us gods!!” That sentence right there irritated both you and arceus and made the both of you look at each and nod before you give out the command to end this bloody fool from his embarrassing ways.

“Arceus, could you please use judgement on this poor fool and end his embarrassment.” You say calmly which receives a ‘gladly’ from arceus through your shared telepathy.

And like that the god before you shatters into green shards, disappearing into the place where humans and gods go to after they die in the afterlife.

Arceus returned to his ball as you silently walk back to your side of the stadium through where you had entered, tired and hungry and ready for a shower after what stress that battle brought you.

All of them were shocked before getting interrupted by a big screen came on in the middle of the battle ground of the stadium, the screen had funny eyes and a grin on its face.

“Hello! I’m rotomdex! The Pokémon you saw winning the battle with (Y/n) was called arceus! The creator of humans and Pokémon in (Y/n) universe!! You see, (Y/n) was transported here from a ultra wormhole opening up! Anyway, I need to go! Bye!!” And with that the screen disappeared leaving many shocked beings, wether they were human or deity.

After that you got swarmed by the other human competitors, all complimenting you in their own little way along with the competitors ally’s and friends/family.

You also gained the interest of some of the gods who want to learn about you more after that display you showed them.

(A/n: finally!!!! I hope you guys like it! I decided to try something new, it’s not a bad way to do things, just know I won’t use it for some of your requests as it depends on what you guys request of me, I also wished I could do more with the characters besides Buddha but I just couldn’t think of anything and because I have favoritism for Buddha, I mean can you blame me? Lol, anyway hope y’all have a wonderful day/evening/night!!!)

#anime #various x reader #anime x reader #x reader stories #crossover #anime crossover #pokemon #pokemon crossover #record of ragnarok #record of ragnarok x reader

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leggerefiore · 1 year

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Quiet Café

cw: fluff, confession fic

pairing: N/Reader

summary: A pretty man visits your café often. You find yourself endeared with him.

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Your newest customer was intriguing. From his fast way of talking, truly a test of your ability to take in information quickly, to his gentle demeanour, you ways found yourself watching him when he came in. His messy green hair was tied back behind his back to little effect, and his aqua eyes observed everything curiously. You also noted that he always had a pokemon out with him if he did not come with his seemingly two choices of human company.

You smiled at him as he came in later in the evening with a Politoed. Spring had come and some light pink flower petals decorated his hair. Your heat warmed at the sight of him. “Hello again,” you greeted him, “For spring, we have a limited time cherry blossom tea blend.” He usually ordered teas over coffee, you had noted. He specifically seemed to enjoy your more floral and fruity teas. His female friend often eagerly enjoyed a cup with him, while his male friend tended to keep with more popular black tea brews.

“That sounds lovely,” he agreed, “I actually just left a flower viewing garden a friend had invited me to.” You knew those were quite popular in White Forest. It had been on your agenda to eventually make your way to one, too. You walked out to your tea tin to take out the blend and set the kettle to heat. The green-haired man had taken a seat near a window and gazed out into the busy streets of Castelia. He always seemed serene, but… There was a feeling of something just underneath, leaving him troubled. He appeared to be a sweet guy, so you hoped that was simply a misread on your part.

The steam erupted from the cup as the scent of something floral and fruity spread out. The tea brewed into a light green colour. A single pink flower sat in the cup as you brought it out to the man. “Were the flowers pretty?” you asked him, “I've been thinking of going, but I just haven't found the time.”

He gazed at you for a moment before blinking. “The pokemon there were extremely happy alongside the people,” he replied, “There were many different grass-types, especially.” You let a small laugh. It sounded like he focused more on the pokemon in attendance than the flowers.

“I really should then,” you looked at some of pokemon helpers around the café, “My crew certainly deserves something rewarding.” His smile warmed your heart with how sweet it was.

“They would love that,” he said like he could understand your pokemon.

He had not been wrong, you discovered. Your pokemon absolutely enjoyed the flower viewing alongside you. Their choices were never bad, but seeing it in person was something different from the pictures posted online. You reserved yourself to thank your green-haired visitor the next time he came in. Which took a while, honestly. He could get sporadic with visits, you had noticed. What he did for a living was beyond you. You know his company were usually trainers and the like, but whether he was one or not was something unknown.

When he did finally come in again, he had come with a Zoroark. You smiled at him brightly. “Welcome,” you greeted when he came up to your counter, “What's your order today?” He ordered the seasonal tea again and a slice of strawberry sponge cake. You quickly got everything together and brought it out to his table. His expression grew to the peaceful you had come to expect as he drank the tea and ate the cake. You felt awful interrupting it. Leaving it alone, you decided to just let him have it, free of charge. Just seeing him so at ease was enough for you.

When he came to pay, you just shook your head. “As thanks for your suggestion last Tim's, I decided to just give you those,” you spoke to him softly, “I don't think I've ever seen them so entertained.” You gazed at your server pokemon with a small grin. He seemed surprised.

“I-I feel bad,” he tried to argue, but you simply refused.

“Pay me back by coming back again, okay?” you told him, “I really enjoy it when you come in.” You swore a light pink dusted across his cheeks, but you just assumed it to be due to the lighting. His eyes gazed at the register before nodding.

“I will then,” he agreed, “I enjoy your café a lot.” You waved him off as he left.

You jumped when a brown-haired girl rushed in the next day with big blue eyes. A large Emboar behind her. You recognised her as one of your green-haired customer's friends. Her hands hit your counter excitedly. You were about to ask her if she was alright, but she glanced at you with a big grin. “N likes you,” she said exasperatedly, “He doesn't know how to say it.” You assumed that N was your green-haired man.

“… Er,” you were at a lost for words. You would not say that you lacked the feelings for him, but it felt odd having what was someone else confessing for another person. Mostly, you were concerned that she was assuming for him. “Sorry, I feel a bit awkward hearing that from someone else,” you decided to be honest with her, assuming she was just trying to help someone she cared for. The realisation seemed to have hit her.

“Point taken,” she took it easily, “I'll make sure he tells you.” With that, she marched out. You felt like you were in a daze from that.

A few hours later, just as the orange sky began to take on its darker hues, the bell on the door rang, signalling a new customer. You perked up from the dishes to gaze at the door. The evening light gave the man a different appearance as he stood nervously. You abandoned the dishes to approach him. He nervously gazed at you while shifting the blocks on a cube keychain he had.

“... You like me, then?” you asked him, aware of the girl's words from earlier. His head turned up to look at you. He nodded. You smiled at him as you stepped out from behind the counter. Your hand grabbed his own as you observed the skin of it. Soft. “Well, I like you, too,” you answered him sweetly, “I have a day off soon… Would you like to meet in Nimbasa?”

His expression turned into the serene one you had come to love.

“I would love to,” he replied, grasping his hand around yours.

#n x reader #n/reader #pokemon n x reader #pokemon x reader

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betaorionis-fr · 5 months

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old art (from 2019), but i'm still really happy with this halfbody portrait i did for Tyr #50031274, my Harpy's Roost trainer.

[image 1: Tyr, a male pose Gaoler with Wind eyes, Orca Tiger primary, Lead Spirit secondary, and no tertiary gene. He is wearing an accent: Enchanted Collector, which makes his mane silvery and gives him braids and golden detailing on his antlers and claws. /end id]

[image 2: half-body side view art of Tyr, showing his head, mane, and a wing-arm folded forwards. He has a vaguely grumpy expression and his wind-green eye gleams slightly behind his shiny mane, which is silvery with warm highlights. There are several braids tied with glowing golden bands, and his dark brown antlers are covered in golden stripes and rings. his main body is Orca white with grey stripes on the fluffy part of his wing arm, and his underbelly and wing membrane are a dark gray. in addition his wing-claws are tipped in glowing gold. /end id]

#flight rising #fr gaoler #my art #digital art #my dragons #fr dragon share #group/trainers

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ephemeral-darkness · 11 months

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I don’t normally post my non-fandom art on here but I’m hiding away from all other social media!

I wanted to start this at the beginning of pride month but pain has made it hard to draw. However, I caught up on the current drawings! I’m doing this in a random order so bare with me. That being said, feel free to send in requests of flags/disabilities you would like to see!

Image ID:

Photo 1. A young white man with blue and green hair sits in a green and blue manual wheelchair. His left arm is above his head. He is wearing a white T-shirt with “pride” written on it over a blue striped jumper. He is also wearing light blue ripped jeans and green converse.

Photo 2: A young white woman with curly ginger hair, it is tied up in a bun. She has dark pink prosthetic legs. She is wearing a peach coloured dress with a dark orange band and a pink tasseled shawl. She has right hand on her hip and the other up in a waving pose.

Photo 3: A young black man with purple and brown locs, they’re tied up in a ponytail. He is resting on a pair of lilac and black forearm crutches. He is wearing a dark blue pair of dungarees and a pale magenta jumper. He is also wearing a pair of pink vans.

Photo 4: A young east asian woman with long black hair stood holding a white cane. She is holding it up to her face, with the roller ball bottom reaching her mid calf. She is wearing a pastel blue shirt with a strawberry on it. Over this, she is wearing a half blue and half pink denim jacket. She is also wearing a blue and white tennis skirt, pink thigh high socks, and white platform trainers.

Photo 5: A young mixed race person with a dark brown undercut- they have a white forelock. They have a purple hearing aid and pale vitiligo type markings on their cheek and by their hairline. They have their left hand in their trouser pocket. They are wearing a white tshirt with black sleeves over a black and grey striped jumper. They are also wearing black and purple split leg jeans, black boots, and a silver padlock necklace.

They are based off of the Gay male, Lesbian, Bisexual, Transgender, and Asexual flags.

End ID.

#pride month #pride #gay #lesbian #bisexual #transgender #trans woman #asexual #pride month art #queer art #queer artist #gay artist #trans artist #disability art #disabled art #disabled artist #disability pride

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javarium · 1 year

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Good Enough | Leon.

Warning(s): Female Reader, mentions of intentional harm and scarring from a prior Pokémon battle (because realistically, outside of Gyms and League Matches, I don’t see injuries on Trainers not happening), also warning for me bc I’ve never played the game, but the gifs are amazing :D Also might change the title so be on the lookout for that

Note(s): This is mostly a short story for something imma try to be writing somewhere in the near future lmao

Summary: You haven’t battled for so long, but when an old face of a someone who was once a good friend of yours appears to fight, you take up the fight again. And this time your boyfriend gets to see and gush over your battle prowess.

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Leon had never seen you battle. He knew you had an entire team at your disposal, but it never really occurred to him that you’d never had a Pokémon battle.

Until today.

“Come on! One fight! One Pokémon even!”

“I said no, Leon! I have my reasons.”

His pouty face never left. You shook him off your arm the second he latched onto it. He huffed, undefeated by your disinterest and unwillingness to use your former team to fight him. One way or another, he was going to get you to battle him.

“Just because my team goes where I go, doesn’t mean I want them to battle,” you told him.

That part was true. You didn’t want them to battle. But they wanted to battle, regardless of what you wanted. As Leon spoke, begging for a friendly fight between girlfriend and boyfriend, the Ultra Balls on your belt shook in delight at the mention of a battle, save for one.

You felt stuck. Definitely between a rock and a hard place, you thought. You didn’t want to deny Leon and his enthusiasm. In a way, you felt like you were disappointing him. You hated that sad, kicked puppy look he gave when he didn’t get his way with something he wanted.

Like those damn cupcakes last week, you remembered.

But it wasn’t his fault. He didn’t know anything relating to why you didn’t battle anymore. You only sent out your team when you had to, when he overeager little kids and cocky arrogant jerks decided to battle you — not taking your lack of desire to fight as a green light rather than a red one.

Maybe… Just maybe it would be okay. Maybe you could keep a lid on your emotions and not break into a complete and total panic attack.

“Leon, I—“

“Well, well, look who’s here.”

Both of you turn and your eyes blow wide open.

Out in the Wild Area, there were certain places you’d rarely come across another person. Right where you were, was partly one of them. There were some areas were so secluded, in fact, that people weren’t often found for days. That’s originally how you met Leon, being sent on a task to find him alone. That, however, was a story for another day—

“Hello, [Name]. Lovely to see you again.”

—but the man standing in front of you had a lot to do with why you left the Wild Area’s Rescue Team and decided to never battle again.

Dark hair and familiar ill-intentioned eyes bore down at you. He smirked as you scowled.

“Oscar.” You tamed your breath and bit your tongue, not wanting to let him get under your skin.

“It’s good to see you again,” he comments. “And I imagine you say you could wish the same.”

The tension was so thick one could cut it with a knife. Leon, despite being former Champion and as strong as he was, was beginning to sweat and get nervous. The intensity between you and the male was starting to be too much. Leon shook your shoulder, offering an excuse to leave. He didn’t know this person, nor did he care to.

Unfortunately, this guy knew what Leon was doing.

“As wonderful as it is to meet you, former Champion Leon, my business is with this lady here,” said Oscar, who’s eyes only flickered to Leon for a split second to address him. “If you don’t mind.”

“My lady,” Leon corrected, understanding the veiled threat and intent perfectly. He got to his feet and stood, eyes narrowed at the hostility that was meant for you. “And I do mind.”

As Leon straightened his spine, his height seemed to increase, and you began to realize just how imposing Leon’s figure really was.

His biceps bulged against the sleeves of his black shirt, chest involuntarily puffing out. You could see every outline of Leon’s body, shirt tight and taut against his skin. The amount of adrenaline and anger he was feeling was evident, with you now seeing the veins in his arms and neck. You looked at your boyfriend from toe to head, and it was only when you saw his arms crossed over his chest and eyes narrowed with fury that you realized that Leon was absolutely pissed. You weren’t entirely sure Oscar was going to make it out of this encounter alive.

But Oscar, ever the idiot, decided to challenge Leon. He reached for the Ultra Ball attached to his hip, and if he hadn’t changed his battling habits — like he hadn’t changed the rest of himself — then Leon needed to move. Now.

You shrieked, “Leon!”

You barely moved in time as a Mamoswine came out of the Pokéball, nearly crushing your boyfriend underneath its feet.

Oscar’s Mamoswine was just as big as you remembered — at least half a Mamoswine bigger than a normal one, totaling 12 feet — him being when you and Oscar were still on the rescue team together.

“He’s huge,” Leon said, exhaling his held breath.

“Massive,” you agreed. “He’s always been like this.”

“The Mamoswine or Oscar?”

“Both.”

You heard your former teammate chuckle darkly. Of course he was finding all of this amusing.

“Ah, I’m sorry,” came the fake apology. “I should’ve watched where I was sending Mamoswine.”

Your eyes narrowed. Letting out a hefty sigh, you grabbed and clicking your belt back into place around your waist.

“You really should leave, Oscar,” you said threateningly, grabbing one particular Pokéball, “before I remind you of the real reason why I was Captain of the Wild Area Rescue Team.”

His own eyes narrowed at the mention of the memory. Oscar had always been unbelievably jealous of you being chosen as the leader instead of him. At the same time, he had an unnecessary fascination with you — an unhealthy obsession — that was driven with a mix of lust, jealousy, and utter hatred.

“I think I’ll pass,” he replied with a snarl to his tone. “Besides, I’d like to know… How’s that left leg of yours doing these days?”

You didn’t need a fancy toss. You merely held the button of the ball upward and a solid click sounded. And out came a massive Steelix, towering terrifyingly over the opposing Mamoswine and his Trainer; the same one that had been your best friend since he was a baby Onix and you an embarrassingly shy four-year-old in your Dad’s arms.

You almost broke your stoic composure and laughed at the sight of Leon’s shock-horrified look at the sight of the Steelix before him, looming high overhead over the three of you.

Oscar and his Mamoswine were unfazed, familiar with your Steelix from the last few years of being team members. The two Pokémon were on good terms, but they would always put their Trainers first and fight one another if necessary.

“Steelix—“

“Mamoswine—“

Leon watched as your Steelix and Oscar’s Mamoswine went to battle. Both of them were clearly battle-trained and, no pun intended, monsters in combat. And as you called out Steelix’s moveset to counter and attack Mamoswine, Leon realized that you were an amazing combatant and strategist. Steelix followed your orders without question, absolute in his confidence in your strategy to win.

The further the battle went on, without either of you changing Pokémon, he knew that if you’d ever entered the Gym Challenge, you would’ve swept him and his team clean and taken the Champion title from him like it was nothing.

“Mamoswine, return!” Oscar shouted. “Go, Lucario!”

“Steelix—“

“Lucario—“

“Mega Evolve!”

He’d only seen Mega Evolution a few times in his life, but being this close to Pokémon that we’re doing it showed him how much energy it contained, almost seemingly even more than Dynamax. The powerful bursts of energy nearly threw him off his feet, particularly from Steelix’s larger amount of power from its natural size.

The battle raged on. Leon was shocked to see how fast Steelix moved when Mega Lucario aimed his attacks at him. Steelix weighed almost a ton; how was he moving that darn fast?!

Twenty minutes later, after several Earthquakes, Lucario was out of the fight. You swept the rest of his team with yours, alternating between Gengar, Obstagoon, Milotic, Hatterene, and Hydreigon for the highest amount of effectiveness to end the fight quicker.

Oscar scowls at his easy loss, but says nothing. You see the change in his eyes from spite to… something else. You’re not entirely sure what you see in his eyes, but it looks tamer than earlier, slightly of a maturity you doubted he would ever have.

“You’re just as strong as ever, [Name]. It’s quite something to be reminded of,” Oscar chuckles, reminiscing fondly. “I was very disappointed when you left the team… but maybe I can understand why. Especially nowadays.” His eyes flicker to Leon, duly noting his earlier protectiveness and the nickname he’d given you. “You have something good… Keep it.”

You’re stunned by Oscar’s words.

He disappears within a few minutes after that, and Leon catches you as you collapse, gently bringing you to the ground.

“You’re amazing,” Leon says in an impressed exhale. “I can’t believe how strong you are.”

“Thanks.” You push the hair back from your eyes. “But I only do it when I have to. I dislike Pokémon battles very much. Oscar is a very large part of the reason why I quit, too. And not just the rescue team.”

Leon is silent for a moment, then says, “I understand. I may not know everything, but that guy brings bad trouble, has a bad aura to him.”

“He wasn’t always that way,” you murmur sadly, “but things changed. He used to be my best friend.”

“Well, I’m sorry he let you down,” he replied.

“Me too.”

He looked at your Pokéballs, then grinned and said, “But I know one thing,” trying to lighten the mood.

“What’s that?”

“You’re freakin’ amazing,” he said with awe, fists clenched with excitement and a fat grin on his face. “You’re an amazing battler! I can’t believe how strong you and your Pokémon are! You make me think you could even take me on and win!”

You feel embarrassment rush over you, from head to toe. You avoid eye contact, and you know now that Leon’s never going to stop bugging you for a battle.

This time, however, you might just oblige him.

#pokemon #pkmn swsh #pokémon sword and shield #pokemon swsh #pokémon leon #leon x reader #champion leon #reader insert #female reader

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praeluxius · 2 years

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Waves - Jeon Somi

18+ Jeon Somi x Male Reader smut

A gift for @writerpeach

Masterlist

Word Count: 4,846

The end of the beach is in sight once again, where the golden sand meets the many brown and green shades of the rocky outcrop. Before the beach meets its watery end, your bags and workout mats lie in wait, exactly where you left them. It’s the most secluded part of the beach, surrounded on three sides by water and cliffs. Not that it mattered because it was empty this early in the morning. Out beyond your little self-claimed paradise are several distant islands, ones you’re not even sure they’re inhabited. Step by step, you get closer.

“Not far now. Final straight. Keep your pace, Somi!” You match her stride for stride along the coast. Your sneakers pound into the wet sand as the waves crash onto the beach below you with a natural rhythm. Each step is made a little bit more difficult by the moist sand clinging to your foot and pulling you in. As much as you do hers, Somi splashes your calves in ocean water each time she steps onto the surf.

There’s a feeling of freedom achieved by running on the beach compared to anywhere else, particularly compared to the treadmill in the city gym where you would typically meet Somi. With the morning sun creeping over the watery horizon in the distance, the air was cool but warming rapidly. God’s fiery wheel in the sky lacquers the ocean in a stunning orange hue. The salty sea breeze fills your lungs with each deep breath drawing much-needed oxygen into your body. Leaving the city limits never felt so good.

The escapist inside you cherishes the time spent away from the confinement of conventional life and habitual existence. Everyone needs an escape every now and then. Maybe that’s the reason you agreed to spend a week on vacation with one of your clients. Although to call Somi just one of your clients is an understatement.

A little more confusing is why someone such as Somi, when she finally gets a week of vacation, would not just leave her rigorous schedule behind altogether. Say ‘screw you’ to the early mornings, the diet plans and the workouts. So inviting you, her personal trainer, was quite the shock. However, to call you just her personal trainer is an understatement.

There was a straightforward reason the two of you decided that a week apart would be far too long: the mind-blowing sex.

Absent in your thoughts, you had fallen a few paces behind Somi as the make-shift finish line approached rapidly. Suddenly, the air had become much hotter. With each step, Somi’s tight body flexes and contorts, her hips swinging from side to side. The skin-tight black athletic shorts hug her curves, leaving nothing to the imagination, both cheeks of her ass caressed by the soft fabric. The small of her back is exposed to your eyes by her cropped tank top. A thin film of sweat covers the exposed section of her back. The light white jacket does its best to cling to her shoulders under the effects of her movement and the light breeze in the air, making the garment flutter behind her. Somi finally hits your make-shift finish line, your bags, with a final stomp to stop herself.

“You’re slowing down, old man,” she remarks and then snickers to herself.

“Old man? We’re basically the same age. I just had to let you win for once. It’s tiring always beating you.” Each sentence is broken up by your tired, heavy breaths.

“You’re my trainer. There’s no competition.” Somi scowls playfully.

“What was that last night, then? I think you said, ‘I bet you can’t make me finish more than 5 times.’ I think that’s making it competitive.”

“I suppose I did say that….”

“And you lost. It was six times if I recall, or seven?” Your comments draw a sultry smirk from her lips, but she pretends to ignore you.

“Throw me a drink, will you?” Somi requests, avoiding your question, as she collects her sun-kissed golden hair behind her head before tying it into a messy ponytail.

You observe for a moment before you tear your eyes away from her and look down at her bag. You kneel beside it and fish out a new bottle of Pocari Sweat. Only after removing the bottle from her bag do you notice the other bottle below. You mumble under your breath, too quiet for Somi to hear, “who the fuck brings lube to the beach?”

You twist and reach out behind you to hand the drink to the visibly tired young woman, which she gratefully accepts.

“That was good, Somi. Consistency is really improving. So, I’ll see you again in the afternoon and after that for our night session?” You ask while knelt down facing away from Somi. You brush the loose sand off your mat and roll it up.

“Yeah, yeah, sure. Hey, is there any fruit left?”

“Ugh, you know there’s only one left. Is this your way of asking for it?” You dig into the paper bag inside your duffel and pull out the last piece of fruit from the collection you bought at the market—a succulent peach. Glancing back at her, Somi is pulling fake puppy dog eyes to tempt you into giving it up. To avoid the inevitable back and forth, you toss it to her. “Here, catch!”

“Nice one. You know peaches are my favourite.” You hear behind you as you turn back to the bag, rearranging items to make space for the mat you just rolled up. From the corner of your eye, you notice the drink bottle you just handed to Somi, standing upright, buried into the sand as if dropped. You trace your eyes along the beach towards the ocean, spotting more discarded items. Her shoes with socks tucked inside. Next, a white jacket with a half-eaten peach on top. A black tank top. Finally, black skin-tight shorts. Everything that Somi was wearing.

Mentally following the breadcrumb trail of clothes leads you towards one of the best views of your life. Knee-deep in seawater and as naked as the day she was born. The wind pulls her messy ponytail to the side. The small waves crash against her bare legs and leave her chiselled thighs covered in droplets that glisten under the sunlight. She raises her hands in the air, fully outstretched above her head, with her fingers spread, embracing the juxtaposing hot sunrise and cool breeze.

God damn it, Somi, this is a public beach. Admittedly, it is empty, but a public beach nonetheless.

“The hell are you doing?!” you call out.

Somi turns her head to the side to look over her shoulder at you before turning slowly, purposefully, giving you a show as she does. Now side on with you; you have the perfect opportunity to appreciate her proportions. The ass you admired just moments ago, now bare, protrudes from above her delicious thighs. On the opposite side, her perky tits do the same, bouncing slightly as she moves her body. All of this is framed by the rising sun behind her, the perfect model and background. It was your personal show.

“What was that? I can’t hear you!” Somi calls back.

“I said, what the hell are you doing?!” This time at the top of your voice, so she definitely hears it.

“I can’t hear you! You’re going to have to come here and say it!”

Here she goes again, playing games at the most inappropriate times. Like most of her games, they involved a lack of clothes and inhibitions. Sometimes it’s a mystery where she even gets the energy from. Just moments ago, the workout had appeared to have run her into the ground. Yet somehow, two minutes, some mouthfuls of Pocari Sweat and half a peach later, she’s fully refuelled. She pushes the boundaries, teases and baits, taps into boundless energy, and takes risks. You love it.

You take a final look around the beach, which is entirely empty. You look away from the shore to the car park and the only path down to the beach, devoid of life. Content with somehow achieving a modicum of privacy on a public beach, it was time to play her games. You‌ start to walk alongside the trail of discarded clothes until you reach her shirt and pick up the peach resting on top of it, and then take a bite for yourself before dropping it back down. You continue, now creating your own trail of clothes alongside hers. Your shoes, socks, shirt, shorts and then finally your underwear. Each item is removed without ever looking away from the patiently waiting Somi, whose smile seems to widen with each step you take.

Into the seawater, its cold embrace on your ankles soothes them of their strain from an active morning. You continue until your calves are submerged, and you stand right by Somi, but you don’t stop; you continue wading into the sapphire blue water until you’re waist deep.

“Where are you going?” Somi calls out.

“What was that? I can’t hear you!” you mock her earlier words.

“Hilarious, but these aren’t the games I want to play.”

“Oh, I know exactly the games you want to play,” you say while turning back to face her. She has now followed you and stands beside you, waist deep in seawater. You continue, “someone who brings lube to the beach has one thing on her mind.”

“Was that a little too much?”

“Not at all. Actually, I’m thinking about bringing forward the afternoon session.”

“So what, you want to go back to our hotel and put me through my paces?” Somi teases with a wry smile.

“Oh no, no, no, I’m bringing it forward to right now.” Her lip quivers in reaction to your words as if battling between nerves and excitement. Her eyes dart side to side, and then she turns, looking left and right on the beach and up to the clifftops. You already know she will find, just like you did a minute ago, that there’s no one else around. When she turns back to face you, you catch her face in your hand, with her sharp jawline resting in your palm, as it always does. “Is that okay with you?”

Finally, her soft, pink lips give way to the excitement inside her, presenting an eager grin. “Let’s do it.”

“Good. First, we’re going to work on these.” A minor adjustment is all it takes to place your thumb on her bottom lip. You pull down, parsing her lips still moist from the juice of the peach she just ate. Under your control, Somi’s lower jaw slowly opens with your touch until she stands with her mouth open wide. “Perfect. Like the slut that you are, you open for me immediately.”

“Only for you,” she adds before placing her hands on your shoulders. She holds onto you, leaning against you slightly as she buckles her knees and her slender body descends into the glimmering seawater. The dark blue liquid swallows her hips first before taking in all of her thin stomach. The water rolls up her defined abs slowly, caressing the sculpted muscle she worked so hard to form with your training. Somi lets go of your shoulders, and all that is left to submerge are the two perfect handfuls on her chest. Seeing them go as her stiff pink nipple broke the water’s surface was almost sad, but you knew it was for the best.

The natural movement of the water moves the surface level up and down her neck, but significantly, her face is never submerged. That’s all she needs right now. You had done your best to keep yourself contained, but now you allow the blood rapidly flowing down to your cock to force it to break through the water and into the morning air while your balls hang underwater. Somi bravely brings her head close to the emerging sea serpent, ready to tackle its aggressive posturing.

Still wet from the seawater, her first lick of your stiff cock causes her to pull a look of disgust and spit out into the water beside her. “It’s only salt water, Somi. You should be used to the taste.” Her eyes dart up to you before she rolls them back as if to say, ‘come on, is that the best joke you’ve got?’. Maybe she would have said it out loud, but she was hungry, hungry for you.

Her hands swim through the water, finding your thighs and locking her grip on you. As she always did, she used that hold to pull herself towards your cock. This time Somi doesn’t just taste; she devours. She purses her lips and cracks them open just a little, enough for your cock to force its way between and into her oral cavity. The tip of your cock hits her warm tongue, and she gags in response to the salty taste, but it doesn’t stop her. Further forward she goes, sliding your length further down her tongue, not stopping until you’re buried fully between her rosy cheeks.

With her limit reached, for now, she sucks with all her strength. Toying with you, she doesn’t move or use her tongue to stimulate you. Instead, she sucks hard as if trying to draw your cum out by sheer force. The intensity and desire in her actions made it feel amazing, but you want more, and you rock your hips slightly, searching for friction. She smiles at your action, her lips upturning beside your cock.

Now she gives you rhythm, matching the natural bobbing of the waves; she always keeps her jaw above the surface. Each time the water sinks, Somi pushes forward, taking your cock in her mouth until it touches her throat. Each wave passes, and she moves up again until only your tip is secured between her plump lips. This continues for a while. It was beautiful, almost peaceful, the way she moves in sync with the ocean, but for a slut like Somi who needs her mouth filling, it isn’t enough.

Luckily for you, she had tied her golden locks in a messy ponytail behind her head. The bottom half of it floats on the surface of the water. You slide your fingers underneath the dry half, rotate your wrist and wrap her ponytail around your hand before clenching it in your fist. In direct response, Somi’s grip tightens on your thighs, bracing herself. Like Poseidon, you wrest control from the waves, although there’s only one prong on the spear you wield.

When Somi rises with the next wave to the tip of your cock, you push down; you don’t want to wait anymore. Her jaw crashes the water as she sinks again onto your stiff cock. Accepting your direction, her pace has become brisk, with your cock hitting the back of her mouth more regularly. Each time your most sensitive point is constrained by her narrowing orifice, another jolt of pleasure pulses through your body.

You pull up and push down on her ponytail more aggressively, using her at your will to get off. Her lips cling to you with desperation. Each time you push her down, you rock forward, hips first, digging further into her mouth and invading her throat. Somi’s pretty, well-defined features have become a canvas for several clear liquids. Tears roll from the corners of her eyes, seaspray lightly mists her skin, and the moisture enhances her complexion. Her rigorous effort to pleasure you causes sweat to form on her brow. The most viscous of all the liquids is the concoction of saliva and pre-cum that leaks between your cock and her lips.

Time for the coup de grâce, the final artistic stroke, your load into her slutty mouth. Your anticipation reaches its peak. Desire finally comes bubbling to the surface, and with just a few more pumps into her needy mouth, you can fill it.

Sudden bliss. Her cheeks puff, her mouth full. The only response is a muffled “Mmmm”, unable to force any other sounds past the obstruction in her throat. Somi takes your entire load. Each bit she dutifully swallows is promptly replaced by another squirt of hot cum.

“So you spit out a tiny bit of salt water, but you swallow all of that? You really are a cumslut,” you tease, causing Somi to break her hold on your cock and splutter the remnants of your cum into the sea.

“Stop with the jokes and fuck me already.” Somi emerges from the water as she speaks. The water runs off her body, leaving behind her dripping wet skin glistening in the sun. As her arms wrap around you, the cool water is soothing on your upper body, which had been victim to the scorching sun for too long. She holds onto your back with just a little bit of nail into your skin. One by one, she draws her slim legs from the water, and just like her arms, she wraps them around you. “Fuck me like the slut I am.”

As much as you want to hold her right here and nestle yourself into her tight cunt, if you are going to use her as you desire, you need solid ground to lay her on. With your hands gripping her tight ass, you wade out of the water towards the beach.

“I’m thrilled you brought lube because I’m going to….” You slide your hand along her tight ass cheeks and poke a finger against her asshole. “... use all of you.”

Somi buries her face into your neck, kissing it several times before moving her lips next to your ear. “Please do. Use all of me. I need it,” she whispers into your ear.

Finally, you’re back on dry land, your chilled legs willingly accepting the heat again and unwittingly picking up sand from the beach. You drop to your knees by Somi’s still unrolled workout mat and lower her back onto it. Your knees sink into the sand, providing a surprisingly solid grip for what is about to happen.

“Ugh, the sand is on my back. It’s so rough.” Ironic. Things were only going to get rougher from here on out.

“I know how to make you feel better. Don’t worry.”

“Are you just going to say it or—” Her words are replaced with a sharp whine as you slide into her cunt. You take a moment to prod and push into her, giving her a little time to adjust, not that it ever took long. She was seemingly always ready to take you into her. It takes little effort to bury your whole length inside her. Somi performs her signature giggle followed by three sharp breaths, which happens every time you penetrate her.

You lean back and admire the petite girl below you, her arms spread out above her head, her body flat against the floor like a starfish you had just scooped from the sea. Her eyes are open, but the pupils quickly roll back as you start to rock back and forth inside her. As you shorten the time between each thrust, Somi reacts again, letting out a series of whimpers followed by some of her favourite words, “Yes, yes, go on. Fuck me. Use me like a whore.”

Use her; you will. The first step is to take control of more of her body. You take a hand to each of her legs, remove them from your waist, and then bring them up to your shoulders. Closing her thighs together, as close as you could with her natural thigh gap, causes the walls of her cunt to close on the sides of your cock. With a calf on each of your shoulders, you run your hands down her fit legs until you reach her thighs. You grip with a little force causing Somi to yelp.

“That’s it, now fuck me harder,” she begs. Now holding her for leverage, you move your hips more aggressively, with your crotch striking against her ass with each thrust. Each and every time you slam into her with purpose, her body jolts, causing her head to stretch back, tits to bounce and abs to tense.

“Tell me what you are,” you command.

“I’m a little slut.” Her words incentivise you to go faster, causing her thighs to jiggle under your grip. Her whimpering moans become full vocal tones. “I’m a dirty cumslut who loves to be used!”

You take a deep breath and use every fibre of energy in your body to pulse your hips as fast as possible. Somi’s moans put her vocal cords to work, producing high-pitched screams. Her hands uncontrollably slam down into the sand by her side, sending waves of grains flying away from you like the waves of pleasure overcoming her body. Her head buries into the floor as her back arches, and she cums on your cock.

With your work finished, for now, you regulate your movements, giving her a very short amount of time to ride out her high while you stretch over to her bag and retrieve the bottle you spied earlier. You pull out and quickly slather your cock in copious amounts of lube before Somi has even had the chance to open her eyes again and realise what is coming next.

You take each of her calves in your hands and hold them up in front of you, spread to either side. Her ass is lifted up from the mat. You adjust your hips, lining up your throbbing cock head with her exposed ass hole and pushing your knees under her lower back for her to rest on. You lower her down onto your body.

“Now you’re my anal slut too; let’s not forget that.” Instinctively, Somi reaches out for her own ass, spreading it with one hand and guiding in your length with the other.

Somi has done this often enough to be used to taking you into her ass, so she relaxes and allows you to slide in as you always do. Her moans begin again, but this time more guttural and deeper in tone. A tinge of discomfort can be heard, but she soon adjusts.

“Fuck, I’m so full!” Somi calls out at the top of her voice onto the empty beach. When stimulated like this, she probably wouldn’t care if the beach was packed.

As always, her ass is tighter around your cock than her cunt. Some would call it taboo, but you would call it amazing. It takes a little more effort to bury yourself deep into her, but it’s much more worth it. Her ass constricts around the head of your cock with a strangling tightness.

“Go as hard as you want. Use my ass. Go on,” Somi pleads. Her hands find their way to the back of her knees and pull them down towards her chest, opening herself up fully for you to use.

Now free to hold her how you like for leverage, you bury yourself into her ass rapidly, bucking your hips against it. Each thrust becomes more effortless than the last until you’re fucking her ass just like you fucked her pussy. Between her primal moans, Somi manages to release just enough words to beg you for more. “My clit! Rub it! Make me cum again!”

You bury two fingers into her tight folds, unearthing her swollen clit and capturing it between them. Side to side, you rub instantly at a rapid pace, causing Somi to release a long scream in response to increased stimulation.

“That’s it! Yes!”

“Cum for me again, you slut. Now!”

You give it everything again, bucking up into her ass and vigorously rubbing her clit. As if on command, she cums again. She pants between her screams as cum leaks between her legs, running down onto your hard cock buried inside her ass. A red afterglow of smouldering pleasure touches everything from her chest upwards. Somi releases her hands from behind her knees, allowing her legs to flop to your sides. Her chest heaves in sync with yours, drawing deep breaths of fresh air to recover from all the out-poured energy.

And yet, you still had a building need, a need to cover this slut in your cum. It was the least she deserved. You take a moment to look down at the used woman below you. The lights were on, but right now, there was no one home. Her mind has transcended and had yet to return to this plane. However, she should know by now that you aren’t done using her tight body until you’ve painted her. You scoop up her body. She reaches out with each of her appendages, searching for something to grab in her disorientated state. Her eyes flutter open finally, and you ask her a simple question she should know the answer to: “Where do you want my cum?”

As always, Somi answers it how you expect, “anywhere. I’m just your cum slut. Use me.” Perfect.

You turn her over, placing her onto her hands and knees. She is too weak to hold all of her own body up and elects to focus on her legs, propping her ass into the air for you. Her arms collapse below her, and her face rests against the mat. Her arms are spread against‌ the ground, her shoulders matching. From head to toe, her body is a mess. Wet with both seawater and sweat and then covered in rough sand. The sand had even stuck into her messy ponytail and on her neck. However, no matter how they were decorated, the curves of her body were as enticing as ever and yours to enjoy. The groove of her back rises as it gets closer to her ass, pointing directly at your prized possession, on show for you—her asshole, still gaping slightly from the last use.

With another helping of lube, you prepared for re-entry—the cold liquid even created a sensation against your used cock. With a hand on each of her ass cheeks, a perfect handful for each, you spread them apart and approach her. A minor adjustment and a little force allow you to slip right back into your favourite place. Your stiff cock again splitting her ass cheeks is a sight to behold.

You use her at will as several muffled words escape her mouth. None of them are particularly audible aside from the occasional yells of the words “Fuck!” and “Yes!”.

You press a single hand into the small of her back, bending it further and forcing her ass higher into the air, making it easier than ever to penetrate. You posture over her and plough down into her ass like a piston slamming down inside an engine. Each moan from her mouth blew sand out into a cloud away from her face.

With her face turned to one side, on the other side of her head is her ponytail, filled with clumps of wet sand. You grab it again and use it for further leverage as you use the fuck doll below you for your pleasure. She finally lets out a few comprehensible words, “Cum for me, please cum for me. Cover me.”

Your ravenous use of her body led you rapidly towards your high, and there was no holding back. Just a few more hard pumps into her tight ass, and finally, you were ready. There’s a rising tide within you; any moment now, you’re prone to exploding, turning Somi’s golden back into a floodplain. It is time to paint this slut in your cum and mark her as yours.

You straighten your upper body and look down at the slut who has collapsed completely flat below you and pull your cock out. Somi looks over her shoulder to admire her favourite moment of any session with you when you paint her in your seed. You fire spurt after spurt, somehow more than you released into her mouth earlier. Every last drop of cum from your balls is milked into long thick ropes of cum that lather her back and ass. Just like she asked, you covered her, adding again to the used mess that she is.

You fall backwards into a sitting position in the sand and lean your head back, looking at the blue sky, feeling like you are flying amongst the few clouds that float up there. The hard work has built your core temperature up, so you take time to embrace the morning breeze again.

“Oh my god,” Somi says through bated breath, causing you to look back down at her again. “I think that’s enough for me today. You really tired me out.”

“I’d be a lousy trainer if I let you just take a break. This afternoon we’re working on your core strength. You’re going to ride me until you cover me in cum.” Somi looks up at you with a smirk. “So get some rest. You’re going to need it.”

A/N: Thank you for reading. All likes, blogs and comments are greatly appreciated. See you next time.

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i really enjoy your blog so much that I had to write, after I saw all the questions marks about Alycia Debnam-Carey's height. There's been too much speculation over the years and it some of it is downright hilarious.

I'm not giving any personal information so you'll have to take this with a pinch or a good dash of salt, but I've worked with her. Her eyes are a clear green (lighting really makes a difference) and she is 5'7". Her body has changed a lot over the years giving her a more hourglass like figure and along with how cameras work, makes her appear a little smaller. She is almost always around people who are 6' or better and that also makes her appear smaller. In a lot of her photos and selfies she exaggerates certain poses especially with other people (leaning, bending) and this also makes her look smaller. Eliza, on the other hand, in almost always wearing four or five inch heels. She rarely wears flats or trainers.

On the set of The 100 they wanted Eliza and Alycia to be eye-to-eye and again, if you notice how the camera is set whenever they are in a two-shot, this is accomplished almost seamlessly. Eliza is 5'4 and a half and usually wore heels and lifts that were easily disguised by clothing/camera angles. Sometimes this is for practical reasons, like keeping everyone in frame or creating a certain effect. In the episode where she has Lexa backed up to a table, Alycia drew herself up to her full height and you can see the difference.

Sometimes these differences are considered a little comical and that's not what they wanted, so it didn't happen again. Not even in the scene when they're both barefoot in Clarke's room. Alycia is leaning forward as she walks (diminishing her height somewhat) again, to keep them close in the shot, which is quickly cut to them being seated.

How actors fit in a shot is important for focus, lighting and composition. Tom Cruise often appears much taller or at least of the same height as his co-stars through these means and he's the same height as Alycia. Watch for it in films and TV and you will simply never know someone's actual height, unless they are so blatantly tall, someone like Chris Hemsworth can even look to be close in height to Robert Downey Jr.

Take another scene with Eliza and Alycia, outdoors, during the pauna scare. Alycia's legs are constantly bent, which seems practical, on her guard, ready to run. She's standing next to Eliza whose legs are not really bent, and they appear to be the same height. Again, they are being kept closely in the frame. This happens too during Finn's funeral but if you notice in the long shot, Alycia's mark is deliberately right in a small divot and Eliza is standing about an inch forward. during season 3 they are always kept at the same eye level to emphasize these are twin commanders, two sides of the same coin.

Another little note on filming: women are almost always made to look smaller than they are, especially when paired with a male actor. If they are taller than the male actor, lifts or flats will be used, body posture, stance and the camera. Rarely is work done to make them look taller. One exception is Gal Gadot who wore wedges and lifts in her Wonder Woman costume, and she's already about 5'10" but again this was mostly for the camera as she was surrounded by actors her height or taller.

Hope this gives some insight as to how it works in filming and why.

Listen I am both shook, but also not at all surprised. And yes I am taking it with a grain of salt because idk you lol but you didn't say anything ~scandalous~ so I don't particularly see why you'd have any reason to lie.

1. Fuuuuuck you about the eyes 😩 fuck off noooo I don't— I didn't— I don't remember reading that part shhh shuuush shu— shut your mouth shut—

2. Yeah ok so, I had always heard she was 5'7 and that was the general... idk, feel that I always got from her. But like you said cameras always lie in the interest of getting shots and also she is,,, always gd surrounded by people taller than her. I mean take Laura for example. Her in flats vs Alycia in heels, even then she still looks tiny so it's always so hard to tell unless you're right there. But I checked out the scenes you mentioned and it seems at least at a glance that you're right. She does duck her head and somewhat rolls her shoulders forward when she walks into Clarke's room, and that gives the illusion that they're roughly the same height for a second, but even then she still has a touch of height on Eliza if you pay attention and account for the distance between them and the angle. And with the pyre scene

That sure does look like a bit of a dip in the ground with Eliza on a higher, flatter surface compared to it. It's minimal to not the draw the eye plus the draping of Lexa's coat, but I think I see the difference you're talking about. Alycia's foot even looks slightly tilted on the slope of it.

And even still, side by side they're not the same height. If they were shoulder to shoulder it'd be even more obvious.

I mean objectively I always knew they played visual tricks and fucked with wardrobe (lifts) and stuff to make scenes work. I've heard of the whole thing with making actors stand on boxes and having dudes practically in high heels to create height, so none of this seems out of place in the slightest, and it does fits more into what I had previously always thought about her height.

Sooooooo it was TLFOAH flyer that was the liar saying Alice is 5'5 (I know I know, the character is 5'5, whatever you know what I mean.)

I do appreciate this input! Even though obviously I have no idea if you're just talkin shit, but again I mean, what would really be the purpose. There's nothing to really gain.

#anon #listen I realize you probably never will cuz obvious reasons because so many fucking people cannot keep their chill #but #if you're ever so inclined dm me is love to hear more about these technical type things and all that #I'm not someone who runs their mouth. which you have zero way of knowing #but also part of that is because I've never talked about anything others have told me #either way much appreciation for the breakdown that was interesting #except for the green eyes thing. i don't remember that part

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