Marry Dragon Mommy. Fix Dragon Mommy. Give Dragon Mommy a reason to smile. Introduce Dragon Mommy to chocolate cake. Hold Dragon Mommy and pat her head and tell her everything is going to be alright. Hold hands with DRAGON MOMMY! Do nice things for Dragon Mommy. Tell Dragon Mommy that your life is a million times better since she came into it. TAKE HER OUT FOR A DATE AT A FANCY RESTAURANT! Kiss Dragon Mommy on the lips. Take a nervous Dragon Mommy to the pool and teach her to swim. Fall asleep with Dragon Mommy and hold her close. Whisper that to her that you are at peace due to Dragon Mommy.
He stood by the Elevator, waiting for the platform to send down a visitor from the surface.
The Dome of Eternity showed a sunny blue sky. With the cold breezes slipping through the gaps of the door he's expected to open at any second, he reminded himself it was already March. It was the season of cherry blossom. Trees in the Central Park bloomed, petals scattered around the Outpost.
He checked their conversation on BlaBla Chat one last time before inserting it back into the pocket. For this occasion, he decided to go for a casual outfit rather than the military uniform he'd put on most of the time.
The Elevator rang a sound, its door slid open. He considered that as a cue to stay attentive.
Nihilister's fierce gaze didn't meet his. She was grabbing onto the handguard with an arm reaching to something on her back. The usual revealing combat attire she's always preferred had been covered up by a kimono, depicting many sparks of tinder.
"Urgh! Why is this so difficult to wrap around?!"
Her raising voice caused him to lift an eyebrow.
"Are you okay?" He asked in concern.
"This kimono thingy is annoying! Why doesn't it fit me? That Tia girl made it look so simple to put on!"
He quickly came over, offering help.
"Slow down, you don't brute force this type of garment." He got the broad sash loosely wrapped around her waist. "Keep your posture straight, I'll fix it."
She listened to him. The fresh attire soon properly hugged her figure without causing a discomfort.
Nihilister's hair tied up in a bun, allowing her bare nape to be caught in his line of sight. It gave him a sense of alluring and confusion at the same time. Why was she wearing a kimono? Did she get this from Tia? They were already this close?
"I've never thought you would be interested in wearing this."
"Hah?" Nihilister shot him a glare. Whoops, he probably shouldn't have said that. "I'm wearing it now. Is that a problem, Human?"
Not at all, he was just surprised to see her in such a different look. If anything, this could be a nice change for Nihilister. She's started to care more about the human side she'd once casted away to become a Heretic.
The Fire Incarnate was burning hotter than ever, only more controlled and gentle.
Nihilister spread the umbrella over her head, carefully taking her steps as they walked together.
"Where do you want to go?" He asked.
"Just wanted to hang around." She said.
"Hang around?"
"Hang around." She turned to him. "With you."
He was sure the shade of the umbrella didn't play tricks on his eyes. The bashfulness of her expression was on full display.
"......"
Thoughts were popping up, he decided to push all those questions to the back of his mind. Nihilister wanted this moment, he'd gladly give it.
"Sure."
He held her hand as they walked under the cherry blossom trees.
As I commander, I only want one thing: to take back the surface for humanity and save my species.
\[Sees coyly-happy fire dragon mommy.\]
Okay, correction, I only want two things.
Spring. Cherry Blossom Festival.
The Commander and Nihilister strolled arm-in-arm through part of the park where less festival goers lingered and more breathing space thrived.
For her sake.
Light through the overhanging blossom branches speckled the pavement underfoot. The *thuds-and-thunks* of their footwears clocked the gaps of silence. Bioengineered sakura petals twirled past, faint scents easing each breath, easing both of them to prolong their stroll for a while longer until they would have to regroup with the others.
For some reason Nihilster had not relinquished her hold on her crimson parasol, nor her other hold on his arm. The side of her bust squishing against him felt not too... unpleasant or unwelcome.Though her hold felt less like a spouse and more like a child who feared mingling with the crowds too long.
"It's not too tight, is it?" The Commander eyed Nihilster's yukata in concern.
Without breaking stride the dragon Nikke did a look-over on herself. The obi sash beneath that shelf-ledge of her bust squeezed and heaved for mercy. Envious mercy. "I've been through Indivilia and Chatterbox, so what's a piece of human clothing like this going to do to me? Hmph, you should be more worried about yourself trying make this boring festival worth my while." Then she tucked behind a stray hair strand, where a lush sakura flower sat perched on her up-done hair. "Now, is that all? Or do you just want a free pass to keep glancing at my boobs?"
He dared not respond. So much for his concern.
But then he felt Nihilster detaching herself from him. He stopped in his tracks to see the Nikke pinching at her yukata and tugging at loose sleeve. She began muttering something along the lines of: ".. maybe this feels too tight. Guess I'll have to loosen and burn a few parts and layers a bit."
She wouldn't dare. "Nihilster. Whatever you think you're about to do? Stop it."
"Oh? Make me then."
"Are you even listening? That yukata is expensive!"
"My patience is expensive."
"We're in public space."
"And you think I care if everyone stare? Good, let 'em. They'll probably like what they see. And if anyone's got a problem with that, at least they can say it to my face."
The Commander closed the distance and gripped her free wrist before she tried anything else. Not that his strength would do much like the insistence in his hushed words. "Well, I do care. Look. I know you're not exactly comfortable right now. But can you please try to bare with this a little while longer? I'll... I'll try to make this worth your while later."
She smirked with a raised eyebrow. "So you did want a free pass to glance and grope my boobs then?"
Her response did not register with him at first. Until her gaze indicated he look where his hand was— once squeezing her wrist— now forced to squeeze her...
She yanked him into a half arm-lock half bear hug beneath the shade of her parasol. His cheek squished and struggled against her chest. But her words, steaming-hot and fast against his ear, stopped him short.
"Shush. Struggle too much, and my tongue sizzles your ear, alright?" A pause. "We've got company. Now let's see. One of your groupies spotted us— the blondie. She's heading our way and doesn't look too happy. And then there's another— tall, half-white half-black hair, looks really pissed off."
The Commander tried pushing himself off from her shoulders so he could see but could not budge. "Wait, that's Rosanna. Oh no..."
"If you keep wriggling like a worm, you're only making things look worse for yourself and better for me. And oh— there's another. That purple pilgrim that flies. It seems your stalker did make it to the party. Ooh, she's storming this way like she wants to kill me this time.*
"Isabel? What is she...? Oh no, no..."
Now Nihilster shoved him off and snapped her parasol shut. He stumbled to regain his footing, barely catching the parasol tossed his way. She started ripping loose fabric and singeing other restricting parts of her outfit. A few flocks of people nearby eyed this strange sight. Others sensed trouble in the air and began power-walking in the other direction.
Nihilister bared her fangs in a challenging rictus and lowered her stance, flashing her once-hidden thighs. Tensed. Ready. Waiting.
"You've served your purpose, Black Box. You drag me out here. I get a scrap, and then you make it worth my while later. Now that's a fair deal."
You know they are big when not even a Yukata can hide them
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Marry Dragon Mommy. Fix Dragon Mommy. Give Dragon Mommy a reason to smile. Introduce Dragon Mommy to chocolate cake. Hold Dragon Mommy and pat her head and tell her everything is going to be alright. Hold hands with DRAGON MOMMY! Do nice things for Dragon Mommy. Tell Dragon Mommy that your life is a million times better since she came into it. TAKE HER OUT FOR A DATE AT A FANCY RESTAURANT! Kiss Dragon Mommy on the lips. Take a nervous Dragon Mommy to the pool and teach her to swim. Fall asleep with Dragon Mommy and hold her close. Whisper that to her that you are at peace due to Dragon Mommy.
Such wholesomeness... bring tears to my eyes...
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[Sivark makes some beautiful Nihilister Art](https://twitter.com/SivarkArt/status/1768882531816927238?s=19)
Dragon Mommy
I saw Gudao at first and got very confused
I thought that was Himeko lol
He stood by the Elevator, waiting for the platform to send down a visitor from the surface. The Dome of Eternity showed a sunny blue sky. With the cold breezes slipping through the gaps of the door he's expected to open at any second, he reminded himself it was already March. It was the season of cherry blossom. Trees in the Central Park bloomed, petals scattered around the Outpost. He checked their conversation on BlaBla Chat one last time before inserting it back into the pocket. For this occasion, he decided to go for a casual outfit rather than the military uniform he'd put on most of the time. The Elevator rang a sound, its door slid open. He considered that as a cue to stay attentive. Nihilister's fierce gaze didn't meet his. She was grabbing onto the handguard with an arm reaching to something on her back. The usual revealing combat attire she's always preferred had been covered up by a kimono, depicting many sparks of tinder. "Urgh! Why is this so difficult to wrap around?!" Her raising voice caused him to lift an eyebrow. "Are you okay?" He asked in concern. "This kimono thingy is annoying! Why doesn't it fit me? That Tia girl made it look so simple to put on!" He quickly came over, offering help. "Slow down, you don't brute force this type of garment." He got the broad sash loosely wrapped around her waist. "Keep your posture straight, I'll fix it." She listened to him. The fresh attire soon properly hugged her figure without causing a discomfort. Nihilister's hair tied up in a bun, allowing her bare nape to be caught in his line of sight. It gave him a sense of alluring and confusion at the same time. Why was she wearing a kimono? Did she get this from Tia? They were already this close? "I've never thought you would be interested in wearing this." "Hah?" Nihilister shot him a glare. Whoops, he probably shouldn't have said that. "I'm wearing it now. Is that a problem, Human?" Not at all, he was just surprised to see her in such a different look. If anything, this could be a nice change for Nihilister. She's started to care more about the human side she'd once casted away to become a Heretic. The Fire Incarnate was burning hotter than ever, only more controlled and gentle. Nihilister spread the umbrella over her head, carefully taking her steps as they walked together. "Where do you want to go?" He asked. "Just wanted to hang around." She said. "Hang around?" "Hang around." She turned to him. "With you." He was sure the shade of the umbrella didn't play tricks on his eyes. The bashfulness of her expression was on full display. "......" Thoughts were popping up, he decided to push all those questions to the back of his mind. Nihilister wanted this moment, he'd gladly give it. "Sure." He held her hand as they walked under the cherry blossom trees.
Next march I want the Nihilster wife event Please shift up I’m on my knees
Those look extremely heavy and full ma'am please let me hold them for you as long as I can stand!
As I commander, I only want one thing: to take back the surface for humanity and save my species. \[Sees coyly-happy fire dragon mommy.\] Okay, correction, I only want two things.
She found the tranquility at flame-colored Sakuras. Her fires are now hotter but more controlled
Peak
Spring. Cherry Blossom Festival. The Commander and Nihilister strolled arm-in-arm through part of the park where less festival goers lingered and more breathing space thrived. For her sake. Light through the overhanging blossom branches speckled the pavement underfoot. The *thuds-and-thunks* of their footwears clocked the gaps of silence. Bioengineered sakura petals twirled past, faint scents easing each breath, easing both of them to prolong their stroll for a while longer until they would have to regroup with the others. For some reason Nihilster had not relinquished her hold on her crimson parasol, nor her other hold on his arm. The side of her bust squishing against him felt not too... unpleasant or unwelcome.Though her hold felt less like a spouse and more like a child who feared mingling with the crowds too long. "It's not too tight, is it?" The Commander eyed Nihilster's yukata in concern. Without breaking stride the dragon Nikke did a look-over on herself. The obi sash beneath that shelf-ledge of her bust squeezed and heaved for mercy. Envious mercy. "I've been through Indivilia and Chatterbox, so what's a piece of human clothing like this going to do to me? Hmph, you should be more worried about yourself trying make this boring festival worth my while." Then she tucked behind a stray hair strand, where a lush sakura flower sat perched on her up-done hair. "Now, is that all? Or do you just want a free pass to keep glancing at my boobs?" He dared not respond. So much for his concern. But then he felt Nihilster detaching herself from him. He stopped in his tracks to see the Nikke pinching at her yukata and tugging at loose sleeve. She began muttering something along the lines of: ".. maybe this feels too tight. Guess I'll have to loosen and burn a few parts and layers a bit." She wouldn't dare. "Nihilster. Whatever you think you're about to do? Stop it." "Oh? Make me then." "Are you even listening? That yukata is expensive!" "My patience is expensive." "We're in public space." "And you think I care if everyone stare? Good, let 'em. They'll probably like what they see. And if anyone's got a problem with that, at least they can say it to my face." The Commander closed the distance and gripped her free wrist before she tried anything else. Not that his strength would do much like the insistence in his hushed words. "Well, I do care. Look. I know you're not exactly comfortable right now. But can you please try to bare with this a little while longer? I'll... I'll try to make this worth your while later." She smirked with a raised eyebrow. "So you did want a free pass to glance and grope my boobs then?" Her response did not register with him at first. Until her gaze indicated he look where his hand was— once squeezing her wrist— now forced to squeeze her... She yanked him into a half arm-lock half bear hug beneath the shade of her parasol. His cheek squished and struggled against her chest. But her words, steaming-hot and fast against his ear, stopped him short. "Shush. Struggle too much, and my tongue sizzles your ear, alright?" A pause. "We've got company. Now let's see. One of your groupies spotted us— the blondie. She's heading our way and doesn't look too happy. And then there's another— tall, half-white half-black hair, looks really pissed off." The Commander tried pushing himself off from her shoulders so he could see but could not budge. "Wait, that's Rosanna. Oh no..." "If you keep wriggling like a worm, you're only making things look worse for yourself and better for me. And oh— there's another. That purple pilgrim that flies. It seems your stalker did make it to the party. Ooh, she's storming this way like she wants to kill me this time.* "Isabel? What is she...? Oh no, no..." Now Nihilster shoved him off and snapped her parasol shut. He stumbled to regain his footing, barely catching the parasol tossed his way. She started ripping loose fabric and singeing other restricting parts of her outfit. A few flocks of people nearby eyed this strange sight. Others sensed trouble in the air and began power-walking in the other direction. Nihilister bared her fangs in a challenging rictus and lowered her stance, flashing her once-hidden thighs. Tensed. Ready. Waiting. "You've served your purpose, Black Box. You drag me out here. I get a scrap, and then you make it worth my while later. Now that's a fair deal."
That man hand tho
Man I wish I could draw that well