A few images

Couldn't resist tuning her up to truly heroic levels. She looks like an Arion from my old stories. Has a 'gravity doesn't affect me' look now, along with a believably bulletproof tightness. Probably barely jiggles when the bullets strike.

"Who's got two thumbs and super-powers? This girl!"

Pretty phenomenal definition... like off the charts. That 0.0000001% upper corner of genetics is arguably superhuman.





Shadar

www.nytimes.com/2016/08/17/sports/olympi...sed-a-line.html?_r=0

This picture is on the front page of imgur right now.
I think it has great Photoshop potential for you guys

Cleaned up and enlarged version called Ballerina Launch

Zero to Supersonic in two seconds...

Always nice to see the power of a truly inspirational image. A nice little short story for everyone to enjoy. Cool. Tks so much AuGoose.

I would guess that 90% of what I've written over the years (many hundreds of stories and serialized Parts of larger stories) was initially inspired by an image that caught my imagination, and then grew into a life of its own.

Thanks J2001 for the original image.

AuGoose wrote: The little bits of framing text are more common in the Asian Supergirls thread, but she really did sort of demand a little extra somethin'-somethin' to go with such an ideal starting image.

Glad people enjoyed it .

I've always called those brief scenes tied to an image Vignettes,.

Or as they are formally defined: a vignette is a short impressionistic scene that focuses on one moment or character and gives a trenchant impression about that character, an idea, setting, and/or object.[1] It's a short, descriptive passage that's more about evoking meaning through imagery than it is about plot.[/b

They are terrifically fun to write and read when done well.

Shadar

I hope this shows up okay!

Elsa (from Frozen) cosplayer deadlifts 405lbs in front of children.
It's a very impressive weight by the way.

Yes, instant teenage erection!

Leather costumes aren't really my thing, but some of you might really enjoy these:
www.daz3d.com/all-american-hero-for-genesis-3-female-s

Here's an example...

She appeared from a small crowd near the statue and slowly sauntered up to it.

Gradually, more and more nearby people - especially men - took notice as she climbed atop and crept up it, enjoying in the attention.

She mounted it as a security guard appeared and shouted "get down young lady!"

He stood glaring up at her. They locked eye contact.

"I will get down", she said, leaning sideways towards him, "in my own sweet time."

She smirked as he stared into her cleavage and she gently rested her fingers and palm onto the middle of his chest.

He woke from his daydream and clutched at her wrist.

"You're going to get down", he said, "or I'm going to pull you down."

She laughed and leant back onto the statue, as she did he lurched forward from the movement of her wrist.

"Really?", she said, "give it your best shot!"

She deliberately let go of the statue with her other hand and gestured to him that she had done so.

"Enough of this", he shouted, and pulled, first with little effort and then quite firmly.

Before he knew it he was stood with his feet against the leg of the statue, trying in vain to prize her off.

Every muscle of his strained as she stayed every bit as still as the statue.

His face reddening, and shaking with intensity, hers a picture of calmness.

Members of the crowd were reacting with amusement, some cheering, others laughing, a few having the presence of mind to get the phone cameras out.

She finally moved to shake her head at him and smile broadly.

"Soon it will be time", she said, "that...you...get down."

He felt her arm starting to slowly twist and he realised she had grasped the fabric of his shirt.

He readjusted his hold on her wrist as her arm stopped twisting with her palm now facing herself.

She pulled upwards and his feet slipped from the leg of the statue.

The tone of the crowd changed to a mixture of shock and disbelief as the security guard's feet dangled in mid-air.

He held with all his strength onto her wrist as the collar of his shirt threatened to tighten around his neck.

She seemed just as relaxed as before.

He angled to lift his feet up onto the side of the statue and just as he made contact he felt her grasp loosening.

His feet now scrabbled at the statue as his hands tired in holding onto her wrist.

"It's time", she said, "get down!"

With a swift and forceful push of her hand he was thrown into a few guys standing several feet away.

Each of them fell to the floor and they crumpled in a heap, longing for their lost dignity.

"And now, ladies and gentleman", she shouted playfully, "for the main event."



Both of her hands took up the neck of the statue, and she flicked her hair back and grinned at the gawping audience.

She arched her back, lifted her lower body off the statue and pressed her boobs to its neck.

The crowd stared in awe as she lowered her body back down and pushed forward, before repeating the lifting and lowering with increasing intensity each time.

The air was filled with ever louder groans with each of her thrusts

It became clear that the statue was deforming to her whims.

With each of her movements its front legs leaned further forward, its back legs incrementally gave way and its neck swayed back and forth like the huge branch of a tree.

The intensity of the crowd's bewilderment was seemingly only matched by her enthusiasm.

The giant legs of the statue had a very uneasy look about them and it started to roll slightly from side to side.

It now stood roughly half as high from the ground.

In three short thrusts it contorted until its body hit the ground, all four of its legs defeated in the ordeal.

She swept the hair from her face with her hand and looked around to a silent and gob-smacked gallery.

"I think that maybe", she said, "it's time I collected my trophy."

She grasped her slender arms at the bottom of its throat and pulled backwards.

A deafening roar of breaking metal resonated the vicinity.

Those watching cowered, and the noise finished with a loud snap.

One-by-one they took up a gaze once again as she climbed off the remnants of the statue with the large neck and head slung over her shoulders.

She walked back into the crowd and it parted like beachgoers around a shark.

The more brave onlookers inspected the destruction many minutes after she had left the scene.

One person called the emergency services and struggled trying to explain just what had happened.

For what it was worth, the police believed the story but knew it was best not to follow this one up...after last time.

A large man made it to a patio where lots of people were sat in the sunshine.

The weather was better than expected and it was consequently rather busy.

He started looking for a place to sit.

His search was proving fruitless before he glanced across at her from several tables away.



He was immediately taken in by her beauty, and by her confidence.

He stared at her body before looking at her face, and noticed her looking back at him.

He went through the motions of trying to get a seat elsewhere, occasionally glancing back at her, and as luck would have it no others were available.

He got to by where she was sitting and counted his blessings at having an excuse to speak to her.

"Hi", she said, with a brief smile, before looking him up and down.

"Hey", he replied, "listen...I'm looking for a seat."

He broke their gaze to awkwardly stare at her body.

"Are you", he said, "using this one?", and gestured with his hand.

She slowly turned her head and looked towards her feet.

"I sort of am really, but maybe we can make a deal", she said.

She looked back at him and a smirk took over her face.

"I'll tell you what", she said, and vaguely pointed around his upper body.

"Why don't you put those nice...big...muscles of yours to use and lift my feet off yourself to save me the hassle", she said, "that seems a fair compromise."

He smiled and took it in, and started to casually tense his arms.

"Nice!", she said, "well, once you've got sat down, maybe we can talk about our workouts - I'm pretty handy."

She looked at her arm and held it out towards him.

"Feel it", she said. He took her invitation and found the toned feminine look and feel of her arm very alluring.

She started to tense and he was surprised quite how hard her muscle felt, if only marginally bigger.

"You like?", she said.

They made eye contact and she laughed at his very impressed expression.

"While we're admiring one another", she said, "can I get my arm back?"

She moved her arm immediately and he loosened his grip just in time, but was slightly put off-balance.

"Nice!", she said, boldly pointing at his crotch.

His shorts weren't set out to be particularly revealing, but the situation had made them so, or more particularly she had.

"Maybe", she said, "it's time you sit down before someone else notices. I wouldn't want some other girl stealing you away from me."

He made for the seat with her feet on and she was waggling her toes playfully.

His hand encircled her left leg and he pulled gently to move it near her ankle.

"You'll have to try a little harder than that", she said, her leg completely motionless.

He furrowed his brows and redoubled his efforts now with a second hand, but it was no good - her leg hadn't moved an inch.

"Well", she said, "this is all rather embarrassing, and I thought I had finally met a real man."

He let go of her leg and gawped at her.

"This reminds me of going to the gym", she said.

"Sadly, they tried to ban me for INSURANCE purposes, but something tells me it was more to do with the complaints from pathetic guys like yourself who hate having me out-lifting them."

"They did say that having six guys to spot me while I lift is a safety concern, but that's irrelevant on two points: 1. I don't need spotting since the weights are no kind of a challenge, 2. the guys who spot me can't even lift what I do working together - though I admit it was funny seeing them miserably fail."

"Anyway, I digress", she said, "I don't need a Mr. Standy Pants all up in here blocking my sun. It's time you get out of here!"

He stared at her, still in her incredibly relaxed pose and he scratched his head.

"Now!", she asserted.

He turned to walk back the way he came and took a step.

His back flew back as she pushed with her left foot on his butt and his feet worked overtime to keep up with his sudden speed.

A nearby table were starting on their ice creams as he collided with them.

Laughter filled the patio as the table collapsed with ice cream going all over the place but largely on him.

He climbed to his feet and stared back at her, and she was laughing loudest of all while pointing casually.

"Bye!", she shouted, with a dismissive wave.

He considered squaring up to her but thought better of it, and instead ran off in the opposite direction.

A member at the table with the ice creams looked over to her.

"He has terrible balance, that guy", she said, "and he didn't even offer to replace your ice creams. What an idiot - he better not show his face around here again, or there will be trouble."

Scarlett with a few enhancements to play a Velorian named Astrid in an unfinished story.

She has a way of looking at the camera that is bot piercing and sexy. She was seemingly born to play a superhuman, whether in movies or the creative corners of my mind.

Another Scarlett... this time in a skin-tight costume from who knows where.

Hey, this could be the standard Protector's uniform we've been looking for!

--Brantley

I'm sat in a hotel lobby pretending to do some work.



He approaches with some kind of smile, and what he mistakes for a charming comment but I welcome it. This is right up my street, but in a way I don't think he'll be expecting.

He makes a joke, boasts about something, says something faux self deprecating. I react with warmth and enthusiasm, entertaining his advances.

I pretend to enjoy in his appearance, staring at his arms and chest wide eyed. I run my hands through my hair, arch my back, push my arms together, and gently brush him with affection.

He'll buy me a drink and I'll slowly sip it down, staring deep into his eyes.



Little does he know how much trouble he's in. He won't be able to cope with me - nobody ever can.

My only problem is in choosing how I will dismantle him.

Of course it could be purely physical.

He sports an impressive physique, and dare I suspect he can look after himself in any normal confrontation, but he would be no match for me while I'm sleeping.

He could tightly wrap me in chains until my breathing strains against the metal, and I would break out with a nice deep breath.

Once free I could strangle him with one of my hairs, or hold my hand over his mouth and nose as he gasps in vain for air.

I could throw him at the wall at such velocity that more of his bones will be broken than will be left intact, or maybe push things a bit further to break them all.

Perhaps I could employ a little psychology and pin him on the ground, or maybe trounce him at an arm wrestle. The slow burn in his eyes as his masculinity melts away would be gorgeous.

All of these things I've done in the past and I've loved them, but I've grown tired of such immediate pay offs.

I'm now more into a slow burn. Today I will tease him with the possibility of us going to bed together but leave him abruptly at the bar with merely my phone number.

Over the next week he'll think about me constantly, and try his best to not appear desperate.

I will be too busy to see him for a little while.

We will plan dates but I will cancel at the last minute.

He'll toy with the idea of giving up, but we both know deep down that he would travel with me to the end of the earth in a heartbeat. Maybe if I wasn't such a bitch, I could make that happen.

To him what follows will appear by chance.

He'll be nearing the end of a workout, hoping his exertions wash away the pain I've caused him, though still he checks his phone for any word from me but is met with silence.

He'll rise from a machine a little tired and there's my cue to walk by.

We bump into one another and he tumbles to the ground.

He makes a half-hearted apology and climbs to his feet, and looks at who he's knocked into.



I make a cheeky comment about how I've swept him off his feet.

He tries to act casual but I flirt with him outrageously.

It's only seconds until he pitches a tent.

We agree to get out of there and meet up outside some minutes later.

I invite him back to an apartment I've sorted nearby in order to get freshened up.

We make it back and I talk about heading out for the evening.

He tries to make a move but I brush him off like a crumb and get ready as he watches on.



We make it to a restaurant and he struggles to make eye contact.

Conversation is sparse but I make him think that I don't care.

He pays for the meal and I insist that we go to a bar.

We drink quite a lot and I pretend to be affected as much as he actually is.

Next stop I decide is a club I know has a dress code.

We wait in line for twenty minutes as he sways against a wall.

The doorman takes an obvious liking to me but notices how drunk he is.

I pretend to try to negotiate an entrance but know it's a lost cause.

My date gets agitated and tries to square up to the doorman, who finds it amusing.

The doorman makes to start punching him, but I force myself between them.

I immobilise the bouncer with brute strength that they assume to be excellent technique.

I pin him face first to a wall with his arm behind his back.

My date is happy not to be getting beaten senseless but feels weak as his petite date has dug him out of a hole.

I say it's time we go home.

We return to my flat and I make some kind of comment about him not holding his drink.

I make my excuses for bed and leave him lying on the sofa.

He tries to open my door but finds it locked.

I wake him with the dawn and tell him just how much of a naughty boy he has been.



He finally thinks it's his chance but I shake my head.

I tell him I have a busy day ahead and all but force him out of the door in a couple of minutes.

He pauses outside and thinks about how much he's fucked up.

I receive text after text from him apologising, but wait a week before responding.

I offer him another date but there are conditions.

He needs to change for me and he does.

Some months later I drop the bombshell - we won't be having sex before marriage.

He comes to terms with this but becomes much more interested in a wedding.

I want a large and traditional day, with many guests and lots of expense.

The day rolls by the next year. All his friends and family there, I play the perfect bride.

It goes without a hitch and he's as happy as can be.

We make it back to the bridal suite...


...but he is unable to hold it together.

I storm out like he has committed some kind of awful crime, and he doesn't see me for a few days.

He's sitting at home in a sombre mood and I knock open the door and stride in.



I tell him how I don't love him and we are over.

He tries to persuade me but I dismiss his attempts and say that all I want is my half of the house - his house.

This gets him angry and he tries to throw me out. Instead I literally throw him out of the back door into the garden.

I shout how if he won't give me what's mine then I'll take it.

He watches in horror and disbelief as I shake the house and it starts to come to pieces.

Minutes later there is only rubble.

Well, rubble and my laughter.

"On second thoughts you can keep your house", I say, and brush my hands together in satisfaction.

I turn to see him stand to his feet where I have thrown him ten yards or so away.

My eyes dart around his features in rapid succession.

His gritted teeth and bulging neck, the tension in his arms.

There's something deeply comical about angry he is and I start to laugh as he steps forward into a run.

I immediately bound towards him and enjoy in detail as he sprints towards me with his arms outstretched and screaming in rage.

Just before we meet I take one stronger footstep and power off into the air.

In the speed of my movement he can only outstretch a hand to try to catch me but I evade his grasps by inches.

He turns to look on the ground where I've landed and I face him with hands on my hips.

I listen to his breahing, it feels like that of a deranged beast.

He slowly walks towards me, staring more intensely with each step.

He gets to within several yards and I lift one foot off the ground an bend it at my knee.

A split second later I bend my other knee and immediately straighten it while going on my tip toe.

He doesn't want me jumping so he powers forward with a turn of pace and leaps to grab my foot in the air.

Again his grasps go empty and his feet meet the ground his chin nearly follows.

I hover right above dangling my feet and toes marginally waggling invitingly in his direction.

I look down in glee as he jumps to grab me from a standing start but is some way clear.

Whenever I sense he may be getting his composure I make some comments to feed his temper.

He tries a running jump and is tantalisingly close and as he lands loses sight of me.

When he turns and shouts for me to come down he sees me already standing on the floor a few feet from him with my hands on my hips and an extremely smug grin on my face.

He charges me with his shoulder down but a split second before impact I step aside with a giggle.

His hand glances my stomach as he charges by trying to stop.

As he next turns around I walk towards him and we're finally eye to eye.

He swings a punch for my face - I dodge it with ease.

Another for my side - only air.

He tries to take stock and pauses.

Rather tentatively he lunges for my throat with both hands.

He's surprised as I let him do so and he squeezes with all his might.

The gentle wobble of my throat as I laugh breaks the last part of his heart.

I grab at his throat with one hand and slowly start to squeeze.

His legs try to give way and I let them until our eyes are at the same level.

I feel huge hands try to pry my dainty fingers apart, and the power of his adrenaline fuelled pulling barely registers as a background sensation.

He gulps as I start to lift him and before he knows it he's on the very tip of his toes.

The fronts of his shoes brush at the floor to try to hold his weight but it's no good.

I can see that I've broken him and a look of mock sympathy fills my face.

I lift him slightly higher then lower him a few times to really strike home for him how light I find him.

His feet dangle erratically as he panics pathetically.

I throw him up into the air and as he reaches his apex I fly alongside but out of reach

He lands high up in a tree and grabs on for dear life.

I hover before him and shake my head.

"It's a long way down", I say, pointing at the floor.

He looks down and gulps as I elegantly descend.

I land at the base of the tree and hug the drunk.

A loud crack reverberates up the tree towards him and he starts eyeing up a jump down.

He lets go just before I snap the tree from itself.

His feet land and I can tell that he's injured, most likely an ankle.

He lies on the floor as I let the tree go in his direction.

It topples downwards and he covers his face.

Moments later he opens his eyes and sees the trunk mere inches from his head.

He moves his head and through an array of branches sees me holding it again, still at the base.

I drop it the last bit as he spins out of the way.

"I hope your house insurance doesn't have a clause about acts of god", I say, as I fly off into the sky.

He jumps as he hears a sonic boom a moment later.

Leaves fly wildly around him and he starts to sob.

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The girl's name is Song Guo Er / 松果儿

Nice but wrong thread though ::