Finally updated - thanks to AllKnowingLion, there is now a kimono model for female rigs!
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thank u @vessnelle for the mascv complexions ❤
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“just some mold hallucinations, nothing to see here.” - v, probably, before jumping down an elevator shaft.
“For the last time, Johnny! Ghosts aren’t real!” V exclaimed aloud, his voice echoing out from the apartment and into the abandoned atrium of the megabuilding. He tore his eyes away from the towel on the ground to look over at his engram, hoping to drive his point home with eye contact. Instead, Johnny was focused on an open doorway, standing straight and still.
“So what’s that?” he asked, and V followed his gaze towards the doorway, only to see a dark figure peeking out at them. In response, V nearly fell backward from how surprised he was and instinctively reached for Dying Night in his waistband before pausing. The figure was already gone, but V hadn’t heard any footfall telling him the figure had run away; they were simply hiding.
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it really pisses me off when people say “aang is a human trying to be the avatar and korra is the avatar trying to be human” because it ignores the fact that the “avatar” as a mantle is not something anyone naturally embodies. it’s a responsibility you’re randomly picked for, and every single avatar’s character arc is about learning how to “be the avatar.” that statement makes it seem like korra is just this unfeeling, piece of brawn that only knows how to punch things (which are things ppl already say about korra anyway) and that depiction of her versus aang feels….super off.
it just really dehumanizes korra, and ignores the fact that korra’s confidence and strong sense of self in season 1 especially is because she was surrounded by community and her parents were deeply involved in her life. korra grew up experiencing the best parts of humanity and one of her major character strengths is how much of a light she is. thats why the trauma she goes through in later seasons strikes her so intensely, because prior to that she was very sheltered and wasn’t expecting the extreme sacrifice and trauma that comes with having to bear the title of “Avatar.”
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i am now the proud owner of the first spider murphy/v fanfic on ao3 🤷♀️
Bella
When’s your next break?
I’ll make sure i’m online
I’m sorry i wasn’t here earlier
V
16 hours
Doubt you’ll be up
Bella
I’ll be up :)
Drink something and stay hydrated
Make sure you’re taking care of yourself
V
I will
Thank you Bella
I’m sorry again
Bella
No i’m sorry v
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MINORS DNI 18+
JORDAN LI fucking loves it when you sit on their face. Something about yanking you down when you hover, using strong arms to strap over your thighs and lock you in place, gets their fucking cock hard and their pussy wet. She’ll start out licking you out, tracing your folds deliberate and slow. Dip her tongue in between, scooping through the slit, and let the tip of her nose nuzzle your clit. “You like that, baby?” she muses, and plants a loving kiss against your sensitive tissue.
You hum your approval, and she starts getting more intense with it, drawing you down as she raises her head, burying her face in your cunt. Out of instinct, you lift off, and suddenly he’s yanking you right back down. That extra strength makes sure you’re not going anywhere, making you whine and cry while he plunges his tongue in your hole and rifles around. Only to toy and suck on your clit until you grind down on his face asking for more. “Don’t run away from me. You think I want you to hold back?” he murmurs, punctuating it with another kiss this time to your clit. You jump and swallow, your mouth dried from your gaping gasps and moans.
“Jordan,” you whine, “I’m scared.” Your grip on his headboard tightens, and he flattens his tongue against you from stern to bow, flicking his tip against your clit. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, letting out a sigh you didn’t realize you were holding as you relax into his tongue swiping side to side against your bud.
He answers your ridiculous statement and your obvious ask for more by grabbing your hips, and guiding you to rock. Back and forth, he forces you to grind down on him, washing his face with your fluids mixed with his saliva, using it and all its delicious ridges. “Oh. Oh,” you breathe, getting swept away in that current. Slowly, you relinquish control, you fully seat, and hands a little smaller than before squeeze your hips twice to let you know you did good.
Mindless, hazy-with-rapture hums expel from her lips, greedily lapping you with the help of the new pressure. “That’s it, baby, mhm, just like that,” she praises, muffled by your flesh.
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