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solasyr · 1 year
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I lose it every time Brennan describes Warfare Whitney with Sidney’s face 👾
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marshmallsy · 2 years
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my very last piece for the @d20zinejam! i drew 60s-esque space age chic fashion of warfare whitney and sundry sidney for ✨COSMIC CHIC: the starstruck odyssey fashion zine ✨
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veddabredda · 7 months
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D20: A Starstruck Oddyssey
HeroForge recreations
with links for you to use as reference!
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So since A Starstruck Oddyssey was filmed using TaleSpire, a lot of the minis are straight up created in HeroForge. I recreated them to use as art reference for myself, and now I'm sharing them with you.
Notes:
Riva's actual body was clearly a custom model and by the look of their facial structure wasn't even based on a HeroForge mini, so I gave up trying to recreate them.
Riva's psychodrone, Gunnie, Margaret and Skip are all completely accurate as far as I can tell.
So is Barry, apart from the 06 decals, which are not available in HeroForge.
Sid is the most customized after-the-fact, and is missing the roller-skates and the hat as well as some aspects of her cybernetic eye, which I think is modeled after a pair of goggles. Her arm also isn't a gun arm here, but she is holding the gun that it is made from.
These are excellent drawing reference, particularly when it comes to tricky bits of armor or machinery. Make sure to check out the pose options to get different looks at the figures.
LINKS:
Big Barry Syx
Gunnie Miggles-Rashbax
Margaret Encino
Norman 'Skip' Takamori
Riva's psychodrone
Sundry Sidney
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Warfare Whitney
Big Barry Nyne (also missing decals)
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pawpunkao3 · 2 years
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OK but like. If Sid and Auma succeed in shutting down the Warfare Whitneys are they just gonna. Kill them all? Are there gonna be a bunch of abandoned Warfare Whitneys out there? Honestly none of the outcomes I can envision sound Ethical given what we know about droids being people
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a-corvid-waltz · 1 year
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brennan loves to present emily’s pcs with different versions of herself and have them tell a heart wrenching story and self reflection and somehow it hurts me each and every time
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lesbianaelwen · 2 years
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i DID cry at the ‘paid in full’ moment
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leclercss · 9 months
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Tainted Love, Part 4 (Charles Leclerc ft Lewis Hamilton)
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
Masterlist
plot: in an attempt to fix your marriage, you've reluctantly agreed into being in an open relationship with your husband. so far, it's only been your husband that has taken advantage of your recent arrangement until one night out you meet a man who makes you begin to question your marriage.
pairings: charles leclerc x fem!reader
warnings: (+18) mentions of smut, cheating and some swearing
authors note: thank you guys for the love for this story so far. i'm hoping i can keep it exciting and enjoyable. pray for my creativity x
word count: it's a longer one, 6.4k
taglist: @ironmaiden1313, @ru-kru, @buendiabebeta, @flwr-quicksilver, @ravioli19, @julesandro, @hornedravenclaws, @thatobsessedreader @pinkangelavenue, @queenofshinigamis, @notleclerc, @paullinne, @bisexualbith, @strolleclercs, @cl16gf, @estapa94, @yunnie-f1, @headinthecloudssblog, @girlintheredscarf, @taylenas2
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Now that you had broken a rule in your and Lewis' arrangement, you were expecting all-out warfare and destruction. So far your predictions were wrong, all you had gotten was the silent treatment.
In your short war against Lewis, your home had become so hostile that you've been working overtime the last few days to avoid being in the flat other than to sleep, shower and eat. Lewis had taken a different approach and had been going to the gym, or fucking other girls, you weren't entirely sure how he spent his time but you wouldn't be surprised by him taking up either option. Or both.
Either way, he comes home, drops his bag by the front door, plays with Roscoe and downs a protein shake before taking a shower and going to bed. All without saying a word to you.
You weren't hurt by this. Lewis had unintentionally (or intentionally, you were never sure) been ignoring you in your relationship for several months and so this wasn't going to hurt you. But what did hurt you was that even Roscoe was starting to ignore you and had been spending less time with you these last few days. He stuck by Lewis' side as your husband took every opportunity to make you feel like an outsider.
Well, I guess we know who's getting Roscoe if we were to divorce.
You had at some point used Whitney's home as a refuge, which you were secretly grateful for. She had known that you and Lewis were going through a tough time but you had never told her the exact reasons. Especially the ones that had unfolded in the last few days. You weren't ready for another round of I-told-you-so's when it came to your relationship with Lewis.
She still had no idea about your open relationship. Nor was she aware of your fling with Charles after you had left the club that night. For all she knew, you had danced with and kissed Charles in a drunken moment after a fight with your husband. No biggie.
And when you rocked up to her apartment shortly after your argument with Lewis, she seemed to be none the wiser. You were there to grab your belongings after all.
"Look at you. Making out with a hot Frenchie before having angry sex with your husband," she teased. "Told you girls night would be a good idea".
"What are you talking about?" you scoffed as you had gathered the belongings you had left behind.
Sex with Lewis? Like that was on the cards these days.
"I recognise hate sex when I see it. I mean, look at those hickeys on your neck," Whitney laughed.
Shit! You had noticed them when you left Charles’ and you were going to cover them up when you got home but then you got so lost in your argument with Lewis that you got changed as quickly as you could before you left for Whitney's.
"Oh yeah," you laugh sheepishly. "I forgot he left those on my neck".
Dammit, Charles! If Whitney had noticed them then Lewis definitely would have noticed. Great, even more ammunition for him to use against you. You pull up the collar of your shirt in a pathetic attempt to hide the markings on your neck.
"It's fine. Max always used to leave marks on me when we used to have makeup sex," Whitney tells you. "He was always up for that kind of stuff when we argued".
You laugh to yourself at the memory of Whitney's ex, Max. A sweet and funny guy until you pissed him off and then he became a hot-headed Dutchman. You were all too familiar with them from growing up in Belgium.
"How was the sex, by the way?"
"What?" You're completely out of the loop when it comes to the conversation from your brief trip down memory lane.
"The sex? With Lewis?"
"Oh!! Yeah, it was good," you lie. "Pretty hot. He got really into it".
Whitney cackles. "Well, I'm not surprised. The way you two have been arguing lately you were due a hot and heavy go at it."
You roll your eyes when she's not looking and take the first opportunity you can to move the conversation away from you and Lewis. "Enough about me. What about that guy you brought home?"
Whitney blushes as she's clearly having flashbacks. "It was good. Better than I thought, to be honest. I'm actually seeing him again this Friday," she gushes.
"Oh, do tell".
"Well, he's having a house party this Friday for his birthday and invited me. You should totally come," she sounds so excited. Before you even get a chance to respond, she's already beaten you to it.
"You need to come. I think he lives with that sexy guy with the dimples. You know, the one that you kissed?" She teases. You're tempted to throw the cushion that's beside you at her head. You loved your best friend but boy, did she never let you forget your actions.
"Whitney, don't!" you plead. You've just moved on from the Lewis conversation. You really didn't need to get into a conversation about Charles with her.
But she dismisses your pleas, "Oh, come on! It was just a kiss. One that you seemed pretty into, by the way. And besides, it's not like you fucked him."
Yeah, about that...
"Anyway, you're having a shit time at home with Lewis. Maybe you guys need to have some social time apart until things cool down. Plus, there's nothing wrong with having a sexy French guy flirting with you every now and again".
"They're Monegasque, Whitney," you whine. Charles had told you that it was one of his pet peeves when someone got his nationality wrong.
"As if there's a difference. But you're coming to that party".
-
You were slowly edging closer to Friday and as the week continued, so did the cold front you were receiving from Lewis. Before he was just blatantly ignoring you but now he was just being downright petty. He'd been constantly texting and giggling whenever he was in the same room as you. Leaving and coming back to the apartment at all hours. Speaking obnoxiously loud on the phone with his friends about going out and partying this weekend. You're pretty sure you even saw him pull a woman's thong out of his backpack at one point.
And I'm the one that's supposed to be 10 years younger than him? you had thought to yourself at the time. If you had rolled your eyes any further they'd be permanently at the back of your head.
Whatever tactic Lewis was going for you weren't sure. Was he trying to make you feel guilty? Have some regrets? Possibly even to make you jealous?
You had even started to think in the other direction.
Was he just so shocked that you finally made a ballsy move in your marriage that he didn't know how to react? Because prior to last weekend it would have been so unimaginable that you would do something without thinking how it would affect Lewis. You had spent most of your relationship being infatuated with him after all.
Or, god forbid, he was genuinely hurt that you had slept with someone other than him so easily. And he was trying to process the hurt and confusion that he was feeling, even if he didn't have a leg to stand on.
Whatever his motive was - it was unclear. This was behaviour from Lewis that you had never experienced before. And so, rather than engage with him in a game you didn't have the energy or knowledge to partake in, you used it as an opportunity to explore your own thoughts and feelings.
You were still undecided about if you should go to Joris' party on Friday or not. It could be a recipe for disaster and result in further hatred from Lewis. But a part of you was still curious. Charles was most likely going to be there and you hadn't seen or spoken to him since you had left his apartment last weekend.
You were keen to see him again. The night and morning that you had spent with him almost felt surreal. Whenever you had a moment, your mind would flicker back to him and you thought about all of the things that you found attractive about him:
His accent. His scent.
Those dimples.
His adorable laugh which ranged from a light chuckle to sometimes sounding like a seal was dying.
His toned body.
The way he called you amour.
His warm breath hitting you as he moved on top of you.
His tongue slipping into your mouth.
You had to catch yourself a few times as you were finding yourself replaying the events from the weekend in your head. The more of these moments you had, the more you realised you had to settle this sense of curiosity once and for all.
And so you had texted Charles asking if you guys could meet in person. He had agreed and you had decided to meet after work on Thursday.
As you made your way to the entrance of the bar that you had agreed to meet in, you were hit with a wave of nerves. Seeing him again sans alcohol had you doubting yourself. Was this really a good idea? You were already in the doghouse.
But how much further into the doghouse could I be in right now?
Whatever sense of panic and doubt you were feeling left your body as soon as your eyes connected with Charles'. He was already sitting at a table and from the moment he noticed you walking in, his lights lit up and a bright smile immediately spread across his face.
He was stunning. And you were reminded of it each time that you saw him.
He stood up from his seat as you made your way towards him and he opened his arms for you to fall into you. You obliged and rested your head against his chest as he held you for a few moments.
"Hi," your greeting was so blunt that you could feel Charles' chest vibrate against your head as he chuckled.
"Hi, [Y/N]," he laughed.
You lifted your head from his chest so you were now looking up at him and into his eyes.
"It's good to see you again, amour," he whispers as he moves his hands from around your body to cup your face.
He examines you before placing a delicate kiss on your lips. You feel like you're about to melt into him at just the slightest touch of his lips against yours.
"Hi, Charles".
You open your eyes and see that Charles' pretty green eyes are looking into yours deeply. He's been just as curious as you have over these last few days. Especially when it comes to the thought of what it would be like to see you again. To feel you. Were you as into him as he had originally thought?
After your embrace, you take a seat opposite him and your hand immediately reached for his across the table. You've only been here for a minute but you already feel like you need to have your bodies intertwined in some way. He laces his fingers through yours and gives your hand a light squeeze.
"How have you been, amour?" he asks you gently.
God, just hearing him say amour again makes you want to launch across the table and plant another kiss on his lips.
"I've been okay," you tell him. "It's been an interesting few days since I left yours on Saturday".
Charles smiles at you sympathetically. "I can imagine".
You sense a hint of nervousness in his body language as he asks you another question, "Does your husband know?"
"He does," you sigh. "I mean, I arrived home in the clothes that I left yours in. It was pretty obvious".
"And how did he react?"
You can't help but let out a laugh, which confuses Charles a little.
"Well, let's just say he hates me right now. But honestly, I don't really care," you tell him truthfully. "He's being insanely difficult but he's a hypocrite. He's done stuff like this for so long now that he's now just throwing his toys out of the pram. I don't think he ever expected me to prioritise my own feelings for once".
You take a sip of the drink that Charles had already ordered for you before arrived before continuing, "And it only confirms that I made the right decision to stay with you".
You can't help but smile as a sense of relief washes over Charles and he smiles back at you. "So you don't regret coming home with me?"
"Charles, it was the best decision I've made in a very long time".
To reassure him, you lean over the table and place a kiss on his lips. You stay there for a moment, slightly deepening the kiss before eventually pulling away. As much as you would like to, you can't tongue him down in the middle of a bar on a late-Thursday afternoon.
"And aside from the great sex," you laugh, pausing after you see Charles look ever so slightly more smug at your comment, "I also really enjoyed getting to know you."
"I really enjoyed getting to know you too, [Y/N]," he replies. His voice is so soft and genuine that a warm feeling rushes across your entire body. "I wanted to message you after you had left on Saturday but I wanted to give you the time and space you needed. I mean, your situation from what I can see is a lot more complicated than mine".
You nod. Complicated definitely felt like an understatement these days.
"But my feelings towards you aren't complicated. And I'd like to get to know you more," his voice is soft once again. His eyes are glued to your face. He's looking at you deeply, your fingers still laced with his.
You take in a breath before you reply with,
"I'd like that a lot, Charles".
You both lean in to meet each other in another kiss, this one a little more passionate than the previous ones you had shared today.
As you both move away, he presses his forehead against yours in another sign of affection.
You and Charles continued your conversation about getting to know each other. He did have a few more questions for you about your marriage. Before today you would have tried to dodge Charles' questions but after he so openly shared his feelings and intentions towards you, you felt like you owed him some reassurance. And that you and Lewis had some sort of agreement. You also weren't just stringing him along in some shitty affair to get back at your husband but you wanted to get to know him on a deeper level.
You'd also discussed the party that Joris was hosting the next day and Charles was more than keen for you to come but he noticed you still had some hesitations.
"How many of your friends know about us?" you asked him quietly.
"Just the guys that you met, Riccardo and Hugo. Joris knows too," he tells you. "I think some of the others would have known that I kissed you but I'm pretty sure they don't know that we slept together".
You hesitate a little, "How sure is pretty sure?"
"I mean, I told the guys not to say anything. It's not really their place to run around telling everyone your business," he replies. Your hands are in his and he's stroking the back of your hands with his thumbs to soothe you. "I also didn't want them to ruin my chances of seeing you again".
You relax a little and you can't help but to smile at him. "You're too good at this," you joke.
"I'm not always this good," he sounds honest but when you look at him and take in his beauty, you wonder how he couldn't be so good at this. "But with you, amour, it feels natural".
You jokingly roll your eyes but you feel warm and fuzzy inside. You're so easy when it comes to him. And for a moment, your mind flashes back to the beginning of your relationship with Lewis and how you so easily fell for his charm.
But Lewis was much older than you and way more experienced. With Charles, it's beginning to feel more natural, more authentic.
Before you could begin to compare the two further, Charles brings you back to attention.
"Your friend..."
"Whitney".
"Whitney," he carries on, "does she know?"
You shake your head a little. "Erm, no. She doesn't. She did see us kiss and stuff on the dance floor but she still thinks that I went home that night."
Charles nods, he seems quite understanding.
"And she thinks those love bites that you left on my neck are Lewis'. Just in case it comes up," you tease.
Charles drops his head in embarrassment. His cheeks flush a little but you can see he's trying to hide a smile. "Sorry about that".
Somehow you don't think he's sorry.
You both tease each other for a few moments before you become slightly more serious again. "She doesn't know the true nature of my relationship with Lewis right now. She just knows we're having a shit time".
"So I'm going to have to drag you to a private room if I want to kiss you tomorrow?"
You giggle as Charles flashes you a cheeky grin. "I think so".
-
You pulled out your best acting skills as you and Whitney made your way to Charles and Joris' apartment for the party the following evening, pretending as if you hadn't been here just seven days before.
"What apartment number is it?" you ask as you both stand downstairs at the main entrance.
807, you reply to yourself mentally.
"Err.... 807!" Whitney replies before punching in the apartment number.
A muffled voice accompanied by some thumping music tells you to come in before the door unlocks in front of you. As you wait in the lift with Whitney, you begin to think about how you'll interact with Charles tonight and not make it obvious that just one week ago he'd been fucking you in this very apartment for five hours straight.
Especially if you have a few drinks in you. Your composure was non existent after you got a few tequilas into your system.
"I swear to god, if tonight doesn't result in sex with the birthday boy, I've lost my touch," Whitney sighs. You hold back a laugh as you remain grateful for your friend's ability to always get you to snap back into reality. Even if that was discussing whether or not she'd be giving the birthday boy her own special type of gift.
As you approached the apartment door, you were both greeted by the birthday boy, Joris, who drunkenly threw his arms around the both of you.
"Come on in, ladies," he drunkenly yells in your ear. "Time to get drunk on my birthday".
He begins to drag the two of you into the apartment and into the kitchen where you're greeted with the sound of music blasting and the smell of alcohol.
"Looks like someone has already started," Whitney teases. You feel like a third wheel as Joris whispers something into her ear and Whitney starts giggling. Unfortunately, Joris still has his arm wrapped around you as they continue to flirt with one another.
You try to free yourself as one of the other guests hands you a cup of something but Joris has you trapped as him and Whitney continue their conversation.
"I'm going to leave you two to it," you hope your attempts of freeing yourself aren't too subtle but Joris and Whitney are already too into each other for them to even remember your existence.
A few minutes have passed and you've finally freed yourself from Whitney and Joris. You haven't told Charles that you were here yet since you and Whitney had gotten ready and come to the party together, not needing an opportunity for her to spot you texting Charles. You two were going to have to play it casual tonight.
Once you've poured yourself something that doesn't want to make you throw up, you begin to make your way into the living room to find some other company. As you make your way back into the hall, you bump into none other than Charles' friend from last week. Hugo.
"Heeeyyyy... isn't it long time no see?" he yells as he jokingly throws his arms around you. "Been a while since I've seen you here".
You try not to roll your eyes as he's clearly intoxicated and lightly poking fun at you.
"Nice to see you too," you reply dryly.
"Only joking, apparently I'm not supposed to be telling anyone that you and Charles are fucking," he continues, his words are slightly slurred. What time did these guys start drinking?
"Well, you're doing a very good job at it I must say," you say sarcastically. You look up at him and he's smiling down at you.
"Thank you," your sarcasm has completely gone over his head. "I've always been good at keeping secrets". His arms are still wrapped around you in a friendly hug. Just as you've managed to free yourself from one drunken embrace you've now found yourself in another.
"I'm going to just have a quick walk around, I'll catch you later, yeah?" you tell him and manage to free yourself from Hugo's grasp. As you make your way towards the living room he calls after you, "Your boyfriend is in the living room if you're looking for him".
This is going to be a long night.
Despite his lack of composure and subtlety, you thank Hugo before making your way into the living room in your search for Charles. You have a quick look around the living room, weaving your way through plenty of people. You can't see him. As you're about to turn and make your way back into the kitchen, you feel a hand on your shoulder.
"Hey you".
You quickly turn around and see Charles standing behind you with a smile on his face. You return the smile and feel grateful at the fact that he's clearly not as intoxicated as the rest of his friends.
"Hey," you greet him softly.
You take in his appearance and as usual, he's looking good. His brown hair is in its usual style and he's rocking a slight tan thanks to the rare London sun. He's wearing a baby blue linen shirt that has the first three buttons undone, his toned chest peaking through. You would have leaned in to kiss him already but you remind yourself that you two need to be on your best behaviour tonight - leaving no signs that you have been involved in any way.
Not that Charles' friend are sticking to that party line.
"Nice to see you again, Charles," you tell him, slightly blushing as he's amused by your staring.
"Thank you, [Y/N]," he says before leaning down to your ear and whispering, "You look beautiful, amour".
The rosiness returns to your cheeks.
You and Charles are trying to find ways to have a normal conversation with one another without wanting to display signs of affection when you hear loud, drunken voices make their way into the living room.
"Shots!"
The voice carries towards you and you see Joris make his way through the crowd of people with a tray of liquor in his hands. He spots Charles and manages to make his way over to him without spilling any alcohol, miraculously.
"Charles, bro, take a shot!"
As Charles takes a shot glass from the tray, Joris looks over to see you standing there and a grin instantly appears on his face.
"Aw, you found your girlfriend," Joris teases and you feel like you're about to shit yourself when you see Whitney following behind.
"Joris," Charles grits through his teeth in an attempt to shut his friend up but if you and Charles are planning on having an easy night with no teasing from your friends, this was not a great start.
"Ohh... look who it is," Whitney laughs as she looks between you and Charles. "Two more of these sambucas and she might kiss you again".
"Whitney!" it was your turn now to scold your friend. Charles quickly flashes you a look of sympathy.
"Come on, it was a joke. Just take a shot," she yells at you and gives you an elbow into the side. You obey her orders and take a shot glass from the tray.
You were definitely going to need more of these if you were going to get through this night.
"3... 2... 1..."
The four of you take a shot, wincing in the process. You're still getting over the vile taste of the sambuca when you feel Whitney grab your arm.
"Come on, [Y/N}, let's go to the bathroom," she says as she begins to drag you out of the living room. "We'll catch you guys in a bit".
Before you're completely dragged away, you look at Charles one last time, mouthing "Pray for me!" which earns a chuckle from Charles.
Once you and Whitney find your way to the bathroom, she locks the door before plonking herself down on the toilet.
"You've told - what's his name again, the hot Frenchie?" Whitney asks.
"Charles". And he's Monegasque.
"You've told Charles that you're married, right?" Whitney quizzes you. Her questioning soon accompanied by the sound of her peeing.
"Yeah, I have," you reply. You hope that your expression is neutral, enough to hide the sudden stress that you're feeling inside.
"Okay good!"
"Why do you ask?" you feel like you might regret asking this one.
"Because I'm pretty sure he was giving you, I wanna fuck you eyes".
-
You had managed to escape further questioning from Whitney as you successfully moved the conversation along to how she was going to end the night with Joris again.
After you'd left the bathroom, you'd enjoyed the evening with more alcohol and talking to random people at the party. You and Charles occasionally bumped into one another. As much as you wanted to spend most of your night with him, you often had to have surface level conversations and make eye contact with him from across the room.
But right now you were the closest you had been together all night since taking shots with Joris and Whitney. You currently found yourself sitting on the sofas with a few randoms, one of Charles' friends whose name you still hadn't gotten yet and an agitated Charles who was basically eye fucking you from the other sofa. You both were evidently frustrated, it's the longest you two had been around each other without being able to touch one another.
As you were stuck listening to one of Charles' friends rambling on about something football related, you noticed Charles take out his phone and type away aggressively. Once he finished his text, he locked his phone and returned to burning his eyes into your body.
Charles' drunken friend had now moved the conversation onto why he called himself a "Smooth Operator" when you saw your phone flash in your lap. You look down and see a text from Charles:
I can't take this any more, I miss you. Meet me in my bedroom x
You close your phone and briefly look over at Charles, slightly nodding to confirm his request, before you briefly continue your conversation with the "Smooth Operator". In the corner of your eye, you see Charles excuse himself and make his way towards his bedroom. You give yourself thirty seconds before telling this guy that you needed to go to the bathroom.
You try to avoid detection by Whitney and any of Charles' friends that knew about the two of you and eventually make your way to Charles' bedroom. His door is closed and you quietly push it open. You take a quick peak inside and as you're about to take a step in, you feel a hand grab onto your arm in the dark and pull you inside, shutting the door quickly after you.
"Merde, it's about time I got you to myself tonight," Charles growls as he presses you against the door. He wastes no time and, in the dark, he presses his lips onto yours hungrily.
You've barely had a chance to breathe since Charles pulled you into his room as his hands find their way onto your body. One hand finds it's way to your ass and begins grabbing at one of your cheeks like a possessed animal.
"Mmmm!"
Charles initially ignores the noise that you've made against his lip but when you grab onto his hair and pull onto the strands at the back of his head, he slowly pulls away from the kiss.
"Sorry, amour. I got a little carried away," he pants. "I've been waiting to do that all night".
You let out a little laugh, "It's okay, Charles. I've been dying to do the same thing".
As you both recover your breath from the heated kiss, Charles' hands are firmly placed on your ass. "I've been trying my best not to get my hands on this leather skirt all evening".
You giggle, a way to let him know you wore this tight skirt on purpose and find his lips once more in the dark. You wrap your arms around his neck and push your tongue into his mouth. The kiss is a little slower this time but the passion is very much still there.
As the kiss begins to heat up once more, Charles presses his body onto yours and you feel your back press against the bedroom door once more. You can't help but smile at the hard bulge you feel that's pushing against your hip. The poor guy is already needy.
Taking the initiative, your hands run down Charles’ chest and you slowly begin to unbutton his shirt. You reach for his belt and begin to tug at it, undoing the buckle. He lets out a soft moan against your lips.
As you unzip his jeans and begin to pull them down, you decide to tease him, "Do you want me to touch you, Charles?"
He bites down on your lip in retaliation and you let out a whine.
"Fuck!"
"Don't tease me when I'm this hard for you, amour," he tells you before moving his lips to your jaw line and towards your neck.
Looks like those marks will be making a reappearance this weekend.
You ignore Charles' demands and begin to rub him over his boxer briefs, his dick is almost solid at this point. You feel him moan against your neck and one of his hands rests above your head on the door to hold himself up.
You continue to rub him, not giving him skin-to-skin contact down below.
"Baby, please," he begs.
You're trying to hold back a smile and before you get a chance to tease him further, he grabs your hand and shoves it down his boxers so your hand is on his dick.
"Fuck!"
His groan is so deep in your ear that you can feel yourself starting to get wet from it. You realise that you've teased him long enough and begin moving your hand up and down against his shaft. You rub your thumb across the tip and feel a bit of pre cum.
"Oh fuck, [Y/N}, just like that," Charles pants in your ear. You follow his demands, slightly picking up the pace with your movements. He attaches his lips to your neck in an attempt to stifle his soft moans.
Eventually, you grow bored of just having his hard cock in your hand and so you pull yourself away from him. As you get down on your knees in front of him, Charles opens his eyes to complain.
"Baby, what the-"
You silence him by taking him into your mouth.
"Merde".
You pull your mouth off of him so you can spit on his dick before moving your hand up and down his shaft once more.
"Do you like that, baby?" your voice is sickeningly sweet.
"Oui".
You smile and take him in your mouth more, placing your hands on both of his thighs to keep you upright and you begin bobbing your head up and down. His dick hitting the back of your throat. As Charles' moans get a little louder, you feel him lift up your hair and make it into a ponytail so he has better control of your movements.
As your mouth continues to move up and down against his shaft, you peer up at him through your lashes and see that he's staring down at you. His mouth is slightly open in the shape of an "o" as he watches you down below. His head resting against the back of his bedroom door.
"You look so perfect like this, amour".
You've missed him calling you that. And so as a reward, you take him out of you mouth, making a popping sound in the process so you can move down to take one of his balls into your mouth. One of your hands moves back to his cock so it doesn't get lonely from your mouth.
Charles is clearly enjoying it as you feel him tug on your hair slightly, another deep moan leaving his mouth in pleasure.
You pay attention to the other ball for a while before taking him back into your mouth once more. Charles decided it's his turn to take control and places his hands at the back of your head and begins to lightly thrust into your mouth. His dick hitting the back of your throat repeatedly.
"Oh God!"
His moaning is met with the sound of you slightly gagging as he hits the back of your throat. He continues thrusting into your mouth and you feel your eyes begin to water at the sensation, spit drooling down either side of your mouth.
Once the sensation becomes a little too much, you squeeze Charles' thighs so he can pull out of your mouth and you take in a deep breath. You feel your spit run down the side of your face and Charles looks at you with so much lust.
You place his cock into your hand once more for assistance and take him into your mouth, you're a little quicker this time with the movement, wanting him to climax.
He's starting to twitch in your mouth and you know he's close. His hands are still holding your hair into a pony tail but one of his thumbs is now caressing your cheek.
"Baby, you're so good at this," he whispers.
He lightly thrusts into your mouth once more to let you know he's almost there. Just a few seconds later, he lets out a grunt and aggressively pulls his dick out of your mouth. One hand grabs onto the hair on top of your head, pulling at it lightly, while the other finds its way to his shaft. He rubs it a few times.
"Put your tongue out, baby," he pants.
You obey, tongue out, and soon after his cum begins to fall into your mouth.
A number of fuck's and merde's roll of his tongue as he shoots the last of his cum into your mouth.
He lets go of the hair that he's grabbing onto and places it against the door so he can hold himself up right and recover from the pleasure you've just given him.
As he tries to get his breathing back to normal, you place a kiss against his lower stomach and stand up. You wrap your arms around him and kiss his cheek. He lifts his head slightly so you have easier access to his lips and they meet once more in a kiss. His tongue is in your mouth and he can feel the taste of his own cum against it.
Despite the fact that he's still recovering from his climax, Charles doesn't want to leave you unsatisfied for long and begins to fiddle with the zip on your leather skirt, with you assisting him along the way.
As your skirt falls to your ankles, you open your legs slightly so Charles' hand can find its rightful place between your legs again.
"I can't wait to fuck you," he whispers against your lips as he quickly moves your underwear to the side. He pushes a finger through your folds to find itself in a pool of wetness.
He's about to stick a finger inside of you when you both suddenly become distracted by someone calling your name from the other side of the door.
It's Whitney.
Your eyes are wide open out of shock and you feel your heart begin to pound at the idea of being caught in a very compromising position with another man that isn't your husband. Especially by your best friend who has no clue about your situation.
You look into Charles' eyes out of panic. He places a finger to his lips as a gesture for you to stay quiet.
"[Y/N], are you here?" Whitney calls out.
You don't answer. You cling onto Charles and place your head into his neck.
Whitney is about to call your name out again when you hear someone else out in the corridor. You hear Joris' faint but drunken voice. You can't make out what he's saying but whatever he said, it's enough for Whitney to walk away from Charles' door and back down to the commotion and party in the rest of the flat. Once you're sure that she's gone, you look up at Charles.
"They're going to find us here," you whisper.
Charles nods. "I know. But I still need you so badly".
You both pause, allowing yourselves to think of a place for you to continue this away from any wandering partygoers.
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aberwrath · 2 months
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“I’m Warfare Whitney and you can’t trust me!” as Sidney rides away on a monstrous dog demon from the dog show is one of the best examples of Emily having the biggest brain of anyone who’s ever played. Absolutely genius.
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USAF's NGAD program will receive US$ 3.4 billion in the 2025 budget
Fernando Valduga By Fernando Valduga 13/03/2024 - 18:43in Military
The U.S. Department of the Air Force released a 2025 fiscal budget request of $217.5 billion on March 11, which includes $3.4 billion for the Next Generation Air Dominance (NGAD) family of systems to increase current and future platforms in highly contested environments.
Related to the NGAD is an investment of 14.9 billion dollars to maintain lethality in the air domain, in addition to 24.9 billion dollars to ensure the ability to carry out a global attack worldwide.
The budget requested for the NGAD project to develop an aircraft system to replace the F-22 airfield fighter was $1.6 billion in fiscal year 2023.
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Air Force Secretary Frank Kendall declared in 2022 to the House Armed Services Committee that the U.S. Air Force expects to spend “several hundred millions” of dollars per aircraft (of the NGAD system).
The U.S. Air Force previously mentioned that it plans to grant the contract to build the NGAD fighter sometime in 2024 and carry out the development of the project by 2030.
Although no contractor or contractors have been identified, Lockheed Martin, Boeing, Textron and General Atomics could be likely suppliers.
One of the objectives of the NGAD project is to divide the design, production and maintenance contracts to involve a variety of companies to work in the NGAD.
In February 2024, Pratt & Whitney conducted an evaluation of its next-generation adaptive propulsion (NGAP) solution, advancing the program to finalize the detailed review of the project. NGAP intends to progress in the production of an energy plant for the NGAD game.
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Pratt & Whitney, General Electric, Lockheed Martin, Boeing and Northrop Grumman each received a ten-year contract worth $975 million for the NGAP program in August 2022.
The sixth-generation NGAD fighter will work in partnership with mission-focused unmanned platforms, working with advanced weapons, electronic warfare systems and sensors to ensure maximum survivability in contested environments.
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brionbroadway · 11 months
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Could you do Fig, Chirp and Sundry Sidney for the ask meme?
Thank you! An Emily Axford trifecta!
Fig - I have the most to say about this one lmao
First impression: So since Fantasy High was the first actual play I watched, I was not famaliar with Emily Axford, and I thought Fig would be a stereotypical rebellious character. Funny and likeable, but not a character I'd become emotionally attached to.
Impression now: I know the power of Emily Axford now. That rebellion comes from a place of such deep care for the people and world around her, and it pretty much cracks my heart open. Would die for.
Favorite moment: "The you that appears in Ayda's life is not the illusion. It's really you." This scene is constantly rotating in the back of my mind, ready to devastate me at any moment.
Idea for a story: Ohh, I'm not so good with plots, but any deep exploration of her relationship with Sandra Lynn is something I want to read.
Unpopular opinion: I don't think I still believe this, but at a time I thought her being secretive about Ayda was OOC given how much of an open book she was about everything else. But hearing Emily talk about it and how clearly special it is to her, I see that relationship holding a particular space with Fig.
Favorite relationship: Controversial not to pick Ayda, but her and Sandra Lynn. "You're allowed to be a complex person."
Favorite headcanon: She invites Ayda and Adaine to hang out with her dads to try and make up for their relationships with theirs
Chirp
First impression: Oh my God Emily and Lou are playing chaotic cousins, this is everything I never knew I wanted.
Impression now: The same, but with the addition of "oh and she's deeply in love with a woman, thank you Emily Axford for your service."
Favorite moment: The tea scene with Rue. "A slightly shorter chair." Gift of gab. All the trickery. Iconic cousin behaviour.
Idea for a story: Her introducting Squawk to Esme and Peep, full of hijinks.
Unpopular opinion: I don't know if this is unpopular, and it wasn't Chrip's role in the season, but I would've loved more depth pertaining to Esme and Peep. I just know how Emily can ruin me.
Favorite relationship: COUSIN.
Favorite headcanon: Playing with Peep in the woods and pretending that mundane, mortal things are magic - just a classic mom playing make believe with her kid.
Sundry Sidney
First impression: Emily is playing a droid and that is important to her, so it is also important to me.
Impression now: So much fun, some sneaky Emily Axford depth in there.
Favorite moment: Junkmother, without question.
Idea for a story: Something something her and Barry comparing how they relate to Warfare Whitneys and the Barrys, something something.
Unpopular opinion: Probably my least favourite Emily PC but Startstruck's also my least favourite season. I just want more emotional devastation with my comedy, if you can't tell.
Favorite relationship: NUTS AND BOLTS, ANDROIDS AND STEROIDS.
Favorite headcanon: It's definitely my Axmurph bias leaking through, but she's FWB with Barry Syx.
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D20 Cry Count
***HEAVY spoilers for d20 shows***
i'm almost certain no one will care about this, but idc, Just For Funsies i'm gonna do a list of all the times i've cried over d20 shows and why!!!
~~~FANTASY HIGH & FHSY: 20ish~~~
i've watched and rewatched fantasy high SO many times over the years and didn't keep a record, so i'm just completely guessing, but i'll list a couple i *do* remember.
Jawbone giving Ayda the books on autism
at LEAST three separate times watching and rewatching the scene where Bill Seacaster dies
Jawbone giving Adaine all those birthday gifts
Riz saying "Fabian, who did this? what happened?" in Leviathan
Adaine and Aelwyn talking in Calethriel Tower
Adaine and Aelwyn talking near the hot springs
~~~MISFITS & MAGIC: 4~~~
"do you have a best friend?" "us, it's us." "it's us."
Evan just kind of collapsing in relief when he finds out it's possible to become non-magical
"i know i have the best friends. nothing i'm ever gonna do is worth endangering any of that."
Evan and Jammer arguing after the tether snaps in ep4
~~~A COURT OF FEY AND FLOWERS: 5~~~
(twice) watching the scene where Andhera tells Binx about their childhood and the stone in the back of their neck
Hob rushing over to protect Rue at the sound of fireworks
"honorably, i accept"
"and for me to have known even a single day of love is a gift that i never thought i would be lucky enough to have, and i will not squander it hoping for more. i will not spoil it hoping for more."
~~~A STARSTRUCK ODYSSEY: 1~~~
the scene where Auma shuts down the Warfare Whitneys
~~~THE UNSLEEPING CITY: 9~~~
"my real dad my real dad is the man who raised me, and his name was Bruce Kugrich, and i understand that you might be my biological father, but, somewhere out there is Bruce and he's the man who raised me."
Alejandro's death
Kugrash's death and the aftermath of his death (seven times) (((it was an unrelatedly emotion night for me)))
so i've cried at *least* once for every d20 show that i've watched, and i'll keep the list up to date and add more when i inevitably keep crying over d20 shows.
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auma liu filing the well timed lawsuit to shutdown all the warfare whitneys AND sending aid vercadian protector droids… she really does love her android daughter
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solbufo · 1 year
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normal voice the parallels between androids and clones in a starstruck odyssey and sidney being designed based on this history of human clones created to protect androids and making it so that people wouldn’t be able to tell the difference between clones and androids, barry syx and barry nyne and sidney and warfare whitney and having a complicated relationship with this version of yourself that wants to destroy you or you want to destroy them but also they are you, being created to be part of a group but something went wrong and now you are for all intents and purposes the only one left and the keeper of souls
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pawpunkao3 · 2 years
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OK OK OK but. An adventuring party composed of:
A Rubian working with UFTP who had to get the hell outta dodge once UFTP left the moon alone and suddenly they were under a lot of scrutiny 
A rogue Warfare Whitney who ran when someone tried to scrap her
A Freshly de-slugged Norman who just kinda wants to be on the opposite side of the galaxy from his old crew and also now he wears a gas mask 24/7 because A) its a vibe and B) he’s traumatized
And of course. Loose Duke
I call it, “The Wurst, But Worse”
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lovecolibri · 6 months
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"I've been Warfare Whitney! You can't trust me!"
Yes Sid! Trash that Whitney's reputation!
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