#I had my hookah but it was more for later

[otomefiend]

Alfons Sylvatica

1st Year Birthday Story: A hollow mirror hides the truth in momentary pleasures.

So much goodness of Alfons' inner monologue. We learn more about him in a roundabout way. I just love the mix of naughty, sexy and sad. That cg is so pretty, I could have a full feature of Al and Kate making out with that backdrop. OOPS forgot to mention it's NSFW. 👀

I spent forever tinkering with some lines, and I'm still on the fence with how much of Al's formal speech I want to incorporate so here's a general comment that I might edit this and other stories.

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Alfons: "You said you wanted to celebrate, didn't you?"

Kate: "I've never heard of celebrating with alcohol and hookah in a place like this..."

Sitting in a corner of a small, dimly lit private room of the local 'watering hole,' Kate chastised me in a hushed voice.

Alfons: "Ha-ha! Did you really think you were going to have a wholesome birthday party in a cake shop?" 🎶

Alfons: "Now, move closer if you'd be so kind."

Kate: "..... what? Why do I have to get on your lap ......?"

Alfons: "Because it's more fun this way, of course. You're so uncouth."

Alfons: "I'm a selfless man, but... you sincerely wished to celebrate with me."

Alfons: "I'm sure I'll make you feel thoroughly entertained."

Kate: "....ugh!"

(How sweet of her not to curse at me this instant)

Until now, dear 'Robin' had to lead a truly peaceful existence in that good world of hers.

(I have no idea how she found out about my birthday or why she wanted to celebrate it)

I had no reason to refuse if she just wanted to have a good time.

(Even more so if it is a moment of entertainment to comfort her in her challenging life with the crown)

Alfons: "If you want to celebrate with me, forget all the difficulties and think only of pleasure."

I wrapped my arms around her waist and let my fingers roam her spine, making her squirm and look flustered.

Kate: "Ah... no, you can't...! Not in here."

Alfons: "Oh? But it's good because it's 'here'."

Kate: "Eh...?"

Alfons: "You didn't follow me because you thought I was a gentleman who would protect your chastity, did you?"

Alfons: "Dressed so cute, you're like a cake on display."

Kate: "That's because you said we were going to a party."

Alfons: "I wasn't lying, 'Party' is the name of the venue."

Kate: "Wha.... nn!"

A strong shiver ran through her body as I moved my fingers over her bare arms.

Alfons: "Heh... I like your body. It's honest."

Kate: "Ugh, I'm going home."

Alfons: "You're so cold. Then, let's say I spend my birthday alone."

Alfons: "I declined all invitations for tonight because you said you would celebrate with me..."

Kate: "...um."

(Well, it's not true)

I wouldn't make any special arrangements with anyone just because it was my birthday.

Kate: "...will you promise me that you won't do anything indecent?"

Alfons: "I can't promise that. I'm often told that even my presence is indecent."

~~~

Later, after laughing at her choking on hookah and providing her with the most indecent step-by-step instructions, we arrived at home---

Perhaps it was the sweet and easy-drinking quality of the coctails, but their hefty alcohol content left her completely drunk.

~~~

Alfons: "Right. Here we are, Kate."

Kate: "Mhm.... thank you..."

After carrying her into her room, I slowly lowered her onto the bed.

As I gently brushed her hair away from her flushed cheeks, she narrowed her eyes in pleasure.

(Ah, so defenseless...)

(You're a bit too soft to live in the dark)

(Even if you're cautious, you'll still get hurt the moment you stick your head out)

I was sure there would be a lot of turmoil in her life from now on.

( ...... I can at least accompany you on a momentary diversion like today's)

Kate: "I'm sorry... Alfons... your birthday..."

Kate: "Happy birthday, congratula...tions."

Alfons: "Ah, you're slurring. Please, say it again cause it's awfully cute."

Kate: "Ugh... you're horrible..."

(What're you like... Since you're comfortably drunk, I should leave you alone, though...)

I sighed, looking at Kate, now dazed and shaking painfully.

I took off one of my gloves and gently touched her hot nape.

Alfons: "You are not drunk. Your head is clear, and you don't feel dizzy."

Kate: "....., .....ah....."

As I twisted reality with my power to forcibly alter perception, Kate's eyes immediately became clear again.

Kate: "I'm... feeling better, thank you."

Alfons: "To be clear, you just don't have symptoms. That doesn't mean I got rid of the alcohol from your system."

Kate: "This ability... It's really amazing."

She pondered on something in silence, then looked straight at me.

Alfons: "... what is it?"

Kate: "Do you use it to make everyone... feel at ease?"

Alfons: "Yes, well. Depends on the situation."

Kate: "Won't they become... over reliant on you, when you're showing them convenient illusions in times of distress?"

Alfons: "People like that certainly exist amongst them."

Kate: "...What do you do in such situations?

Alfons: "I have a contingency plan."

Kate: "Which is..?"

Alfons: "I just walk away."

Alfons: "People are surprisingly forgetful when you distance yourself."

Alfons: "Though I'm careful not to get them to the point of dependendency. It's too much trouble."

Kate: "...Still, why are you showing illusions like these...?"

Alfons: "One needs a little bit of entertainment in life, don't you agree?"

Kate: "... This sounds strangely altruistic."

Alfons: "Indeed. I'm the epitome of altruism."

Kate: "But it's irresponsible to run away."

Alfons: "Yeah, I'm also an irresponsible arsehole."

Kate: "Seriously..."

Kate: "That's how you keep me from getting too involved."

(---ah)

(She's far too observant)

Her direct gaze made me flinch at times.

Ever since she arrived at the castle, her heart has been busy with worries and fears.

She tried to confront things far too seriously, considering that, after all, it was only for a limited time.

Despite being fragile and soft, she had the strength to face her fear of getting hurt...

I was envious and, at the same time, a little --- scared.

Kate: "I thought I'd get an idea of who you are by asking you about your birthday memories, but..."

Kate: "With alcohol and hookah... and your indecent pranks... you managed to dodge it, didn't you?"

Alfons: "I like the term 'indecent pranks'. The way it sounds..."

Kate: "... see? You're doing it again..."

It couldn't be helped since the truth was nowhere to be found.

(Even the fact that today is my birthday I made it up on the day I met El)

I didn't even know my real birthday. Or where I was born. Not even my real name.

But I had no intention of seeking the truth.

(Whatever the truth is, eventually --)

Kate: "I'm... very interested in you."

Alfons: "Isn't it natural to be interested in indecent things?"

Kate: "No, it's not! That's not all...!"

Kate: "It's because sometimes your face looks empty --- just like now."

(... empty face)

(Mine...?)

Kate: "Therefore...... I'm curious as to why."

(-- ah)

(As expected, she's scary)

For a moment, I felt like I was about to be exposed, so I deliberately took a step back.

Alfons: "I'm touched that you were concerned about me."

She pursed her lips in frustration, as if she sensed that I was not going to answer her question.

Kate: "...I guess I didn't get to celebrate your birthday much today."

Kate: "Before we call it a day, is there anything you would like me to do?"

That was at least something I could respond to, feeling a growing sense of danger, heightened by her strong, searching gaze.

(I want her to have a hard time)

(I don't want her looking straight at me anymore)

Softly reaching my hand out, I touched the unprotected nape of her neck.

Kate: "... what---"

Alfons: "`Isn't it customary to kiss someone when celebrating their birthday?`"

Her strong gaze wavered and became dull.

Kate: "....ah,... "

Kate: "Yes, you're right... Sorry, I don't know how could I forget?"

(Yes, this is good)

(Once she wakes up from this illusion... she will have no desire to search for the truth about me)

Alfons: "It can happen to anyone... Now, come here, please."

As I lay down on her bed and invited her to join me, I could see Kate's throat go up and down.

She straddled me, lifting up her pretty, cake-like dress.

Alfons: "...passionately, please?"

Kate: "....yes....mn..."

A kiss with the sweet scent of a hookah.

When I pushed the tip of my tongue into her mouth, her shoulders shook in surprise --- followed by her enthusiastic response.

As I teased her inside, she reacted with honesty, guiding me to her pleasure spots.

Kate: "ah....ha.....?"

Her eyes wavered in confusion as I reached under her dress and stroked her thighs.

Was she already accustomed to 'indecent pranks' or had she become less vigilant?

Maybe it was because of the innocent wish to give me a passionate birthday kiss...

I was able to caress her body with little resistance.

(....how far will she let me go?)

(I only made her believe it was 'okay' to kiss me)

Kate: "Mm.....nn, n....!"

(She's so adorable)

I traced over her secret area through the underwear and slid my finger into the gap where the fabric had been shifted.

The kisses became more and more intense as I teased her wet spot ---

Kate: "Nn, no...!"

The moment I slipped my finger inside her, she recoiled and pushed back my chest.

Kate: "Birthday celebrations... are supposed to be just kisses, right!?"

She said so in a loud voice --

Kate: "....huh!? T-that... I-I..."

She seemed to realize the abnormality of her statement and suddenly put her hand over her mouth.

Katie: "What am I......doing now?"

Alfons: "What, you ask? Isn't it obvious...? It's a kiss to celebrate my birthday. Very passionate, I might add."

Kate: "What!? Why..."

She looked down at her body with a mixture of turmoil, pleasure and shame.

Kate: "Please remove your finger..."

Alfons: "Are you sure? Where it is right now... says not to pull it out."

Kate: "You used your ability....?"

Alfons: "Yes. I just fancied you to do my bidding."

Kate: "...!?"

Kate: "....You wanted me to kiss you?"

Her eyes twitched slightly in anticipation of the truth.

(...Please, don't look at me like that)

(You know it's going to hurt)

Alfons: "--No? I only wanted to toy with you using my power."

Kate: "...."

She glared at me with eyes still moist with pleasure.

(Pathetic and cute)

(I want this terrible experience make her forget about my birthday)

(I won't let her in)

Into my past, into my future, into my heart.

If I let her, who was fragile and gentle, step in too deep ---

I'm sure I would leave her with scars that never fade.

(There's only room for momentary pleasures between us)

(It's best for me and her that this doesn't go any further)

Alfons: "You have my sincere thanks for the birthday wishes."

In a daze, she watched me leave the room.

~~~

The reflection of my lips on the windowpane showed traces of her rouge.

(She went so far as to put on beautiful makeup just because she was going to a party with me... how adorable)

Why did I make her kiss me when there were other ways to keep her from getting too close?

Kate: "....You wanted me to kiss you?"

(... not a chance)

Alfons: "Impossible."

Traced with my fingertips, the red colour spread to the skin,

From the mark that would disappear by tomorrow morning --

I couldn't take my eyes off it for some reason.

~~~

The letter

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[invisiblequeen]

Noe Bodi Gameplay: Day 22, Part 2

As the sun went down and the nightlights went on, Noemy (@beebeesiims) was feeling more alive than usual. She ordered herself some delicious street food and got to mingling with the other festival-goers.

First up was our Himbo, THUNDER! (@occultradio) They got along pretty well, chatting at the table while Noemy finished refueling with food.

And if you're wondering who Wolfgang Wilder is taking pictures of, it was this base game townie whose name I can't be bothered to remember. (the one in the yellow shirt). Also, I tried to introduce Noemy to Jeremiah (@seulvgi) at one point, but he left the premises before I could even do it. Don't worry, he comes back later. 🙃

Next, in quick succession, she rubbed shoulders with Himbo Ivey (@saruin), whose crop top was POPPIN', Maike (@fl0pera) who was lowkey on the lookout for a rumored monster in the area but didn't tell anyone, and Himbo Claudio (@plumbewb FREE THE HOMIE), whose eyes were definitely just on Noemy's face, yessir, not a single inch further down at all. 👀

At one point, Noemy met back up with Kash (@saruin) to take a hit of that hookah.

The way their eyes went bloodshot instantly still makes me laugh. Some good shit obviously.

So now, on this new high, Noemy was even more fascinated by the fireworks someone set off in the middle of the space!

But guess who was instead fascinated with her?

Oh, Khalil (@fl0pera). They caught eyes over the sparks and introduced themselves once everything died down.

Be careful, Noemy, he's a menace, too!

(in the back of that first picture is Donna (@elysiantrait) who also mysteriously left before I could introduce her to Noemy. Well, you can't get em all in one night. But what is that damn mermaid townie glaring at Noemy for?? You mad cause she fine?)

And then Kleo (@lotusplum) passed through the festivities, clearly on her way somewhere else, but she stopped to smile at Noemy's faded "HEY GIRL I LOVE YOUR BRAIDS" comment.

Hell, even Luco (@tr-angyo) came out of hiding for a hot minute and got to chat with her for a while! Glad he wasn't thirsty.

So while Noemy and Kash didn't do anything related to the Pranksters vs Jokesters Event, and the Jokesters eventually did win (as evidenced by the yellow fireworks below), they gained something much more valuable: connections.

Noemy in particular had a thought: Maybe these are my people. Maybe they've been waiting for me.

When the festival finally ended and everything slowly disappeared as they do in the game, She noticed a barely-started ground mural, and had the random but bright idea to finish it herself. For the rest of the night.

She was on such a roll that I didn't have the heart to send her home, so I let her graffiti spray all night long.

But while this exciting development was occurring outside...something rather traumatizing was happening INSIDE the Arts Center...

Why they were doing that, I'll never know. I don't even know when Noe Bodi showed up! She was NOWHERE near the festival!

And that's not all! They were doing this on the top floor, right on the bench behind a WHOLE NOTHER SIM!

"Poor Jeremiah" was my initial reaction. I thought he was purposefully averting his eyes while standing so still because he didn't know what else to do, and I was going to force this tryst to cease at once!

Little did I know, something even crazier was about to happen...

WHAT THE FUCK--

I could take NO SFW screenshots of this without getting this post banned, so this post-sex glow is all I've got.

(smug little shit)

Well at least they all seem to get along, I guess...

And that's the end of that day 😳

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[hearteyes-for-killmonger]

Boo's Dollhouse

Story Masterlist | Spooky SZN Masterlist

Chapter 4: Robo Bitch

In the age of technology, it'd been stupid not to have an android option for the rich men who weren't confident with human women or their own sexual ability. Some men were impotent. Robots didn't judge, question you, or go off script.

Boo connected her favorite open-minded client to Robo Bitch's bluetooth. He'd never tried phone sex with a robot, but he was open to anything, and Boo really wanted to hear him dirty talk in his Irish accent. "Try saying something sexual," she smirked, biting her nail on the call.

"Oh, Robo Bitch, I need to feel you twitching inside of me, your love nectar spilling out of my anus like a warm glaze."

"Be for real!"

"This is insane. So when you say robot, is it like Rosie from the Jetsons or M3gan?"

"Come see," Boo twirled, excited for his reaction. She was ready to book his visit at that moment. "I'll get you in. You don't even have to wait."

A week later, the shiny black Rolls-Royce rolled onto the paved driveway right as Boo opened the door of the grand mansion, feeling the gentle cool wind on her face and neck.

"Nezuko," the client gushed in admiration of her accurate cosplay.

"You watch anime.. Hm." She had purple contacts and a bamboo mouth-peice, but it was pulled down and hanging like a necklace around her neck. "Thank you, Shawnee," she waved to the black-suited driver as he drove away.

Boo brought her client the rest of the way into the romantic and threatening blood red decorated foyer. This year's theme for Halloween was Blood & Passion. Delicate red lace, red velvet, faux ruby stones, fake blood spray, and bouquets of red stained white roses adorned the area.

"Welcome back, Klaus," Boo smiled. This was a client who refused to hide his identity with a mask. He wanted to be seen and had no concept of shame or privacy. He preferred to live life in the open, as he called it. Nothing ever a secret. Still, Boo had the dolls avoid the area. She led him to the sofa and patted the cushion for him to sit beside her. "Tea?"

Two floral teacups sat on matching saucers with gold trim. The tea in the matching pot was ginseng. As a host, she was sensitive to and supported his recovery from drugs and alcohol. She made sure the kitchen was aware ahead of time and did not entice him. No alcoholic menus, no bar access, and no hookah. He lit up his own cigarette, explaining that it warded off the drug cravings. Boo couldn't do any more for him than he was willing to do for himself.

"So what's the deal with this robot? How does it work? Better yet, has it killed anyone?"

"Robo Bitch can move, walk, talk, scan your vitals, and adapt to your body.. you'll be surprised how naturally it all works." That was Boo's pitch, but she didn't have to say too much, Robo Bitch was an idea that sold itself.

After tea, Boo led 6-foot Klaus into the corresponding suite, introducing the 5'7 chrome woman. She was lifelike, with a hyper-realistic skin feel. On sight, he was already prodding and speculating about it being real.

"Jesus! This looks like an actual woman! Liberate her, you fiend," he teased in faux distress. Though he was a client who preferred to float from doll to doll, he was a client who could genuinely make Boo smile. He was a party boy with a genuine heart of gold, and most times, he only came for the company, the food, the parties, and the amenities. He simply liked the vibe.

"Well, I want your review, so I'll leave you to it."

"Wait, I've never been with a robot. Is she waterproof? If I get all sweaty or explode my essence, will she electrocute me," he wondered aloud, staring at the robot eye to closed eye.

"She's durable, Klaus. Just turn her ON and have fun." Boo closed him in and headed to the security cameras expeditiously.

"This has Stepford Wives written all over it," he muttered, approaching the 5'7 robot with his hand hovering over her small breast over the silver sequin bralette. He stared incredulous as he smoked his cigarette. His black nail polish shined in the dim light. "Turn it on.. Turn it on.." He sighed. "How do I turn you on?"

Lightbulb.

"You foxy little minx." He planted a finger under the chin and placed a chaste kiss on its soft lips. The eyes opened, and they stood eye to eye.

"Initializing."

He flinched mildly as its chin ticked, causing Boo to stifle a small giggle.

"Downloading updates," it blinked rapidly. "Please wait... Downloading updates... Please wait. Hello Klaus," it ticked. The movements were fluid but unnatural with a slight uncanny valley feel. "I am RoboBitch, the answer to your greatest fantasies. Ask me all of your questions and don't forget, we have one hour together. I will remind you again at thirty minutes, then again at five. At that point, I will shut down. According to my input, you are a pansexual male. You require roleplay and asphyxiation."

"If I weren't immortal, I'd think she were trying to kill me."

Boo had to chuckle.

"I serve my master. Robo Bitch does not respond to anything other than questions, requests or demands."

"You poor machine. What am I gonna do here? Boo mentioned vitals?"

"Touch my breast."

"Um, sure?" He planted his hand. "ANND, this feels exactly like a real breast."

"Initializing. Remain still."

"Sure, sure." From 120 to 0, Klaus stood patiently waiting. For what, he didn't know.

"Blood Pressure: 120/80 mmHg. Breathing: 18 breaths per minute. Pulse: 90 beats per minute. Temperature: 98.3 degrees. ."

"Now deliver my astrological report."

"Amazing." Boo palmed her face yet again. This was going nowhere. She needed a new test subject to try out Robo Bitch and she had the perfect candidate. She called on Denzel, the one and only. Rumor on the wind was he was having intimacy issues, meaning due to age, he was having trouble getting it up. Robo Bitch would be perfect.

It took another call and more setting up, but Denzel with widdit. He stepped into the mansion ready, no bullshit necessary, just show him this lifelike sex robot, and he'd do the rest. Boo closed him in and let him do his thing, again rushing to the security cameras to watch the encounter in secret.

"I don't get the appeal," Security judged to which Boo responded.

"A robot doesn't say no or make you feel small. With a robot, you are always in charge."

It took no time for Denzel to figure out what to do. He knew women well enough to figure it out and nothing other than Robo Bitch's unnatural and semi-awkward movements and vast knowledge would give away her being an android. He held it like he'd hold a human woman for the first time and kissed it.

"Initializing," it twitched awake. "Downloading updates," it blinked rapidly. "Please wait... Downloading updates... Please wait. Hello Denzel," it ticked. "I am RoboBitch, the answer to your greatest fantasies. Ask me all of your questions and don't forget, we have one hour together. I will remind you again at thirty minutes, then again at five. At that point, I will shut down. According to my input, you are a heterosexual male. You require oral sex and submission."

"And you can do that?"

"Robo Bitch is built to serve."

"Well what about parts. Do you have the parts of a woman? Can I call you something other than Robo Bitch?"

"I promise you I am anatomically correct. Would you like to program an alternate name to address me by?"

"Yes, how about Pauletta. That's my wife's name."

"Saving data. Data saved."

"Data saved," Denzel stared, taking in the android. Boo could tell he was genuinely intrigued. She decided to help him out by overriding the room's light system and turning on the stage lights. The music began to play early Nas and Robo Bitch instantly walked onto the stage to dance. It was like a normal woman dancing on rhythm to a hip-hop beat while Denzel nodded in tandem. Boo had chocolate strawberries and bottled sparkling water sent to the room at no additional cost. She only added a note: She's durable and waterproof. Enjoy.

She watched him read it.

"I guess you are a robot," he announced, finally accepting it. "In that case. I guess small talk would be a waste of time. What do you think?"

"Pauletta is here to serve."

Denzel smirked, a little shook and heated, "Now that's a line I haven't heard! I might like this. Say it again."

"Yes, Master Denzel. I will repeat. Pauletta is here to serve."

"Damn right! Now I'm gonna tell you something I could never say to my wife... Get over here, you android mothafucka and play with this dick until it gets nice and hard."

He dropped his pants and briefs easily.

"Another benefit of Robo Bitch is that she doesn't get tired," Boo explained to Security. She did have repetitive movements. However, in situations such as these, they worked.

Robo Bitch rubbed and massaged Denzel's penis to force the blood to rush and pool. It wasn't getting fully hard, but that wasn't Robo Bitch's fault. The moment did give Denzel the opportunity to try everything he could without the fear of judgment or embarrassment.

"I need my pump," he sighed, already tired. "What can you do about that?"

Robo Bitch switched to using her mouth and Denzel's mouth opened in pleasant surprise. "Oh. That works."

Got him, Boo sat back, counting the stacks he was sure to drop in the near future. She walked away from the cameras and gave him his privacy (aside from security watching).

"Your heart rate is increasing.. Your temperature is rising.. Take a break," Robo Bitch warned between sucks of his medium-hard erection while not giving him a break. "Your blood pressure is rising.. Take a break."

"Oh no, no. No breaks," he breathed heavily. "I didn't pay this much and finally get this hard to take a break." His pelvic thrusts became involuntary and increased in speed and intensity as the robot's head remained stationed and taking it all. He grunted out loud as he was able to release, tiny ropes of cum lodging in the robot's mouth as he panted. "Shit," he sighed, swiping his forehead. He didn't want to be done, but his body was done.

"Blood pressure is rising.. Take a break."

He released a whoosh of air and took a seat, drinking the sparkling water as he collected his energy. The chocolate strawberries were there to help.

"Shit, I'm done." He shook his head, pulling his pants back up. He didn't need directions out. They had his card info. Boo still 'accidentally' bumped into him on the way out to ask about his experience.

"How was it with a machine," she smiled brightly.

"Huh.. It was something."

Boo nodded. "Thanks for your visit. Hope to see you again."

"Keep that thing around and you will."

Boo waited until he was riding away in the black Rolls-Royce to pat herself on the back. "Parisa," she sang, doing a small happy dance of a basketball move. The android woman appeared at the top of the stairs, leaning casually over the banister. "You're a motherfuckin genius."

"And now you know," Parisa shrugged, prideful in her performance.

Parisa The Afro-Iranian Android. She'd been an actress before the Dollhouse, making her way in simple commercials. This character was a money grab that she knew would work because she was funny, highly intelligent, and did segmented computer-generated speech well.

Once a confident street performer, she was heavily aware of the fact that she had more talent that she knew what to do with. Her existence and purpose were performance. So when she first pitched the Robo Bitch persona to Boo, naturally Boo was on board.

The problem was, Boo didn't think most intelligent people or people in general were dumb enough to think she was a real robot, but boy, was she wrong.

"BOO," the cashier called, getting her attention.

"You almost scared me. What's wrong?"

"One of Larry's sons. He's on the phone and wants to book. I put him on hold."

Boo stilled, closing her eyes as a wave of stress hit her. Sooner or later she had to deal with her late husband's 3 adult children and she knew them niggas wanted her ass handed to her for snatching their inheritance. She also killed both their parents for the money but they couldn't prove it.

A deep negro cackling rang out. "I knew I had them lil black bastards for a reason! They gone drag yo monkey ass up outta here by the weave you live by!"

"You shut the hell up, Larry." Boo only had until his 88th birthday to deal with his disembodied spirit haunting her house, then he'd be in Hell where he belonged. The girls in the house couldn't wait! "Tell him no. They ain't getting on my property," Boo waved dismissively.

"You think not being wanted gonna keep niggas out?! I ain't want them nappy headed heathens in this world and they found a way, cuz that's what niggas do... go exactly where they ain't wanted."

"He said you'd say that," the cashier interrupted, fully ignoring Larry as she was used to his ramblings. "He said he'd pay double, triple even."

"Well, who is he requesting for all that? I still don't trust his ass in my house."

"You, boss."

"Me? You know what, book him. Tell my security they gone need they guns loaded. You hear me? Loaded."

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[jmagnabo92]

PM - 46 Hookah

@prongsfoot-microfic

Whenever Sirius is stressed about his family, all he needs is some loving from his boyfriend and some smoke.  

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Sirius had never been more stressed than he was after he’d been forced to endure yet another family function in which he had to deal with the atrocious things that they say and bite his tongue.  He just had to make it to his seventeenth birthday and then he’d be eligible to move out on his own without the risk that they’d drag him back to the depths of hell (okay, maybe that’s a bit much, but it feels like it at times) that his what he calls ‘home’.  

Still, as he walks into James’ room to spot him, Remus, and Peter smoking, he says, “Pass me the Hookah, I need something to destress.”

“That bad, huh?” James asks, as he hands it off.

Sirius takes a drag as he sits beside him.  “Let’s just say that I need a smoke and some very distracting loving from my boyfriend.”

James leans over and gives him a kiss.  “I’m happy to oblige.”

They kiss for a minute before Remus clears his throat.  “Remember there are other people present.”

They part reluctantly and Sirius takes another drag before handing it over to Remus.  “We’ll continue this later.”

“Hell yeah, we will.”

#Prongsfoot #bambibelle #Sirius Black #James Potter #Remus Lupin #Peter Pettigrew #46

[blackjackkent]

All right, I do after all have a bit of time to kill before GW2 events tonight, so let's finish out this fight with Aradin I guess.

I backed up just slightly because I realized we can tell Aylin about the impending threat of Aradin's kidnapping attempt. She responded with the sort of subtlety and restraint that we have come to expect from her:

"A mercenary, you say. Then I must find who has set a price upon my head and take theirs in kind. I will sleep with both eyes open this night."

>:) Lorroakan better watch his ass.

Anyway, on to the combat:

So here's the thing. I expected that this wouldn't be like trying to fight Aradin's band as we saw them in act 1; we're much more powerful now so that would make for a very stupid fight. And indeed, his companions are a crowd of seven fighters of varying classes, all Level 8 with roughly 70HP.

Aradin himself, however...

Oh. Oh no.

"Poor stupid lad" indeed... :/ I honestly feel bad beating him; this is such an ill-advised, foolish venture on his part. Hector's pretty upset that he wasn't able to talk him down.

As with the previous camp fight that we had (with the vampire spawn), only the active party (plus Aylin) gets to fight here, and I don't get control over Aylin. Hopefully she fights a bit better than she did against Ketheric.

This is not a hard fight - more annoying than anything else. Karlach one-shot poor Aradin right out of the gate and the rest of the fight was spent cleaning up all of his lackeys. My biggest concern ended up being that the whole battle took place around the hookah area and I didn't want to smash it, which reduced some of the AOEs I could use.

I had Jaheira use Confusion and Gale use Slow, which turned most of the group on each other very ineffectually. Aylin cast Moonbeam and rolled around the battlefield causing damage to everyone which was very satisfying to watch. And sooner or later they all fell like dominoes.

Aylin is VERY ANGRY about the whole thing afterward.

"Our camp has been besieged by bribelings. And Dame Aylin is the prize that seduced them. I found a note on one of the foes. It read of the wizard Lorroakan and his designs upon my capture. To Ramazith's Tower they were meant to take me."

"Ho! Won't Lorroakan be surprsied when Dame Aylin trounces him in his own citadel. Let us hie us to his chambers, his lair, when morning breaks. We will see him undone in the style of the dead, unburied Ketheric Thorm!"

Well. Hector was already probably going to go beat him up for the crimes of a) almost killing Hector in the street, b) probably beating up Rolan and also random customers, c) being a general toolbag, but doing it with Aylin's help sounds MUCH more fun. >:)

So that will be something for me to look forward to tomorrow after work. XD

(Also, Aylin then proceeded to start flapping her wings and gliding around the Elfsong rooms repeatedly and GLOWING VERY BRIGHTLY after this conversation, which feels like it must have been REAL annoying for everyone trying to get some sleep afterwards. XD )

Eventually she disappeared so I'm assuming it was just waiting for her Moonlight spell to wear off.

And hey, the hookah survived!

#bjk plays baldur's gate 3 #hector carlisle

[aerialsquid]

Void Parsley Sojourn

(Working Title: "Urianger Hotboxes the Rising Stones")

Summary: After finding his 'old Studium friend' in a random crate at the Rising Stones, Urianger organizes a small session of qunubu smoking to offer his comrades a moment's respite between the horrors they've seen and those yet to come. 

Warnings: Consensual and positively depicted use of recreational fantasy drugs, including by teenagers.

Pairings: Thancred Waters/Urianger Auregelt 

Other Characters: Tataru Taru, Alphinaud Levailleur, Alisae Levailleur

Notes: Sometimes you write something just for yourself, and Urianger smoking weed was one of those things. If you were wondering where your favorite Scion was during this, they were…off. Elsewhere. Probably having a lovely date with your Warrior of Light or something. Don't worry about it.

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The Scions had been a lot smaller (and in one hell of a hurry) when they'd moved from the Waking Sands to the Rising Stones, and cleaning out the back rooms was an ongoing affair. In the rare moments that any of them had time on their hands and no immediate crisis, Tataru would draft them into moving out at least a few of the boxes, assessing their keep/sell/toss value, and sorting them into the relevant bin. Alphinaud had been hiding from his sister's taunts over how many crates of unsold wind-up Alphinauds they still had left over from the Crystal Braves fundraising drives when he'd dipped into a box marked for Urianger and came out with something that glittered and clinked in his hands.

"Oh. It's…it must be some kind of artifact, yes?" Urianger heard the young man say in a faint and quavering voice from behind him. "A memento. From some old mission?"

Urianger turned and saw Alphinaud holding, with the care and nervousness one might use to hold a deadly viper, a beautifully decorated water pipe. The base, bowl, and stem were covered in delicate silver filigree with stars and moons, an ironic indicator of Urianger's later attire but purchased long before he had the courage to dress his own body like that. All his glint and flare had stayed locked up in his room back in those days, like his own body hidden away behind robes and goggles. 

"A memento of mine youth, perhaps," Urianger chuckled. "Thou hast grasped mine old comrade from the Studium."  The nervous young student who'd been entranced like a magpie by the hookah's silver shimmer seemed to be impossibly far away, as if Urianger's younger memories were merely stories he'd read in a book of a far different man. How adorable he'd been, and how naive, thinking he understood the full weight the world would put on him.

"Ah! You used it for…uh, experiments, perhaps." Alphinaud looked on the verge of having some form of minor stroke. Urianger carefully reclaimed the hookah from him before he dropped it or simply passed out.

"T'is a water pipe, my friend. Known colloquially as a shisha or a hookah. But I would assume from thine paled countenance thou art aware of it by reputation."

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#urithan #urianger augurelt #ffxiv urianger #ffxiv #ff14 #thancred x urianger #squid writes fanfic

[careless-with-your-heart]

My Favorite Fic Monday (Fringe AU!)

This is chapter one from my favorite fic to write, I'm Found in the Water. It's a rated-E AU where Peter grew up in the redverse. I haven't had enough time lately to work on it/finish it, but it's still in the hopper! It's currently at 16 chapters and 43k at AO3. It features Walter reading hardboiled detective fiction to Gene, an insomniac Peter who swears and flirts a lot, and Olivia, who is unknowingly infiltrating Peter's dreams across universes. Oh, and there's the pesky problem of how Olivia has just kidnapped him to the blueverse to help save the world.

Full here: Click Click Click, and Chapter One below.

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Peter’s skin is on fire. Not the pleasurable, touch-of-a-lover kind of fire, but the exotic-ants-and-fever fire that he still remembers from childhood—scalding and torturous, still vivid in his mind nearly thirty years later. The fire burns in a way that makes his mind white out. But he can’t move, can’t search for relief, can’t do anything but let his head loll back against the soft upholstery behind him. Everything in him regrets the decision he’d made just an hour ago.

The air around him is thick with smoke—so thick, in fact, that Peter has to squint to see the young woman passed out next to him on the dark, velvet settee. It could be that the squint is also an attempt to try and focus his reeling head, to bring down the speed of the spinning room. He isn’t quite sure which reason causes him to lurch in his less-than-sober state, only that he’s suddenly turned his head and squinted. The room slows, a bit. The girl becomes a less-hazy outline.

He can’t remember her name, but he can recall that, after they’d met in the bar at his upscale hotel, she’d led him here in exchange for an absurdly low sum in American dollars and his promise that he would pay for the night’s party favors. He’d assumed she meant drinks, maybe a joint or two, after which he could stumble back to his hotel and pass out—hoping against all odds to sleep a dreamless sleep.

This is the best club in Erbil, she had said. Very exclusive.

After an hour of lounging on the very settee he now found himself unable to get up from, drinking strong, anise-scented arak, and smoking honey-soaked tobacco from a tall, ornate hookah, a man had walked by them, speaking low, rushed Arabic to the girl before disappearing into the shadows of the club. The girl—Peter now remembers that her name is Amira—had leaned over Peter, a knee on either side of his hips, her dark eyes distant and glassy with liquor. He’d thought for a moment that she was going to kiss him, and he’d put his hands up to cup her shoulders, his pulse kicking up despite the fact that he was blitzed-out-of-his-mind drunk. 

She was beautiful, curvy, with dark hair and red-stained lips, and those lips had hovered over his, so close that he’d been able to smell the arak’s licorice perfume on her breath.

“Pay him,” she’d whispered, the words gliding out of her mouth to traverse the hot, dry air between them. He’d licked his lips, causing her to draw back slightly.

“What?” he’d rasped. Was she asking him to pay for her company? In all his years of using his father’s money to escape, he’d never paid for sex. The thought that he might have stupidly gotten himself into a situation where he’d have to decline this girl’s services irked him. He considered himself savvier than that.

Maybe it’s lack of sleep. Eating up all those big, beautiful brain cells. It was true, in part. The IQ that his father was so proud to have passed on didn’t function well on two hours a night of fitful rest.

“He has DMT,” the girl explained, sitting back so that she could cup Peter’s face. “Do you know what that is?”

He’d shaken his head. In the soft haze of his intoxication, starting to tire, he’d tipped his head to the side to rest more heavily into one of her palms. She’d slapped him lightly on the cheek, which had startled him momentarily half-sober. He’d batted her hands away and rubbed his own palm against one stubbled cheek, glowering.

Her laugh, low and promising, turned out to have nothing to do with sex. “It’s a drug, pretty boy. It lets you choose your dreams.”

His fingers had stilled against his jaw, and his breath had caught. “Choose? How?”

Choose to not see her? Choose not to wake tangled in empty sheets, arching blindly into the imagined silk of long, lithe legs? Choose not to wake reaching for the ghost with wide green eyes, who had haunted him now for what seemed a lifetime?

The ghost knew his name. She whispered it across his skin and into his open mouth, and she followed the two syllables with fingertips he could almost—almost—feel and taste, if he was caught in just the right place between conscious and not.

Amira had shrugged, rocking back to settle on his knees. “I don’t know the magic. Only the magician.”

Peter had followed the toss of her delicate chin to where the mystery man sat, just across the room.

“How much?” Not that he cared. It was Walter’s money. He just needed to know how much cash to untuck from his wallet to regain control of his dreams. Because he needed the ghost girl out of his head.

Amira named a price that he suspected was double the going rate. That was okay. Peter was often on the take, too, even if it was just for the thrill of things. Peter had handed the cash over and watched his temporary friend as she’d disappeared into the smoke.

She’d come back with a small baggie and a big smile.

That had been an hour ago.

Now, Peter sits in the redolent air, and the fire will not go away.

He lets his eyes slipped closed, willing his breathing to slow, balling his fists against the crawl of heat over his chest, his neck, his cheeks. Every breath gets harder and harder to draw.

Suddenly, relief floods him. There is a brush of cold against his forehead, and then the press of a palm that spreads the chill down both of his cheeks.

“Peter,” she says. Not Amira.

Oh, it’s the ghost. Fuck this drug. It’s only making her realer, adding insult to injury against his fever-ridden flesh. “No,” he groans. “Go away. Let me sleep.”

“Peter, open your eyes.”

The blessed relief of the fingertips against his throat makes the fever retreat briefly—Peter imagines it as the same sensation as falling through thin winter ice into the clear, startling cold that lay below. His eyes fly open.

The ghost kneels in front of him. Her wide, plush mouth, the one that he has plundered in endless loops in his own private hell, is pinched in a tight line. Her brow is furrowed. He can see the worry in her startlingly verdant gaze.

And in that moment, it comes to him, inexplicably. The name of the ghost, which he’d never known before this very moment. It comes out on a rushed breath, and he reaches up to grip her hands, which are still at the open neck of his shirt.

“Olivia.”

Beneath his grip, she is solid. He doesn’t know how it is possible, but his ghost…she’s real.   

#fringe #polivia #fanfic #fanfiction #otp: you belong with me

[piers-wifey]

A summery of the things that happened last day/night on my brother's pre-birthday party:

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- Everyone was chilling with some hookah and beers/cocktails while eating pizza

- A few hours later, at 11 pm, my brother got the Tequila which was gone within 15-20 minutes at best

- At 12, we congratulated him and he, as well as some of his friends, began to jump around

- Two minutes later, our best friend, whom we'll call Headbutt buddy 1 from now on, was lying on the grass

- He and Headbutt Buddy 2 accidentally headbutted each other. At least that's what I've been told. I didn't see what happened, cuz I was smoking and standing with my back to them

- Twenty minutes later, Headbutt Buddy 1 and the bucket were besties

- Headbutt Buddy 2, who seemed fine at first, suddenly started speaking Spanish with us and did so for the next two and a half hours

- Headbutt Buddy 2 also found a random stick - from which I still don't know where he got it from, cuz we have no trees in our garden - and began poking the grass and walking around like a drunk old man. He also used it to spin around and nearly fell twice

- To my question from where he got the fucking stick from, he answered with something in Spanish from the other side of the garden

- Meanwhile my brother was with Headbutt Buddy 1 and looked after him while he was still 'watering the plants'

- Headbutt Buddy 2 then randomly ran out of the garden (with the stick) and I had to run after him and drag him back. I also took the stick from him because he was also pretending to be a caveman on the hunt for mammoths

- Headbutt Buddy 2 then went over to my brother and Headbutt Buddy 1 and talked to them in Spanish, to which my brother (who was tipsy, obviously) replied with "Oui oui!" while Headbutt Buddy 1, in between burps and barfs, began to curse in Russian

- Another one of our friends, lets just call him "K", began speaking Portuguese with Headbutt Buddy 2 in an attempt to somehow communicate with him

- Me, completely tired of everyone's bullshit and still trying to grasp what the fuck was happening here, smoked one cig after the other together with "K"

- Headbutt Buddy 2 also texted "K" and my brother in Spanish and even called "K" even though he was sitting right in front of him. (After pretending to be on a call with someone)

- An hour later, Headbutt Buddy 1, who was still tag teamed by Queen Lizzy and Prince Philip in the Gulag, had to be carried by my brother to his dad's car, who my brother had called. (He's 18 and therefore allowed to drink, so don't worry. He isn't a minor)

- A few minutes later, Headbutt Buddy 2 decided to go bonkers again. I told "K" to throw him to the ground and sit on him til he calmed down again. But it backfired and "K" was the one on the ground and Headbutt Buddy 2, who was free now, ran into the shad and just stood there, staring out of the window like a total maniac

- I shoved Headbutt Buddy 2 to the arbour where he took a twenty minutes power nap on the bench

- After he got up, he spoke German again and told us he was just pranking us. (At this point; however, we thought he had hurt his head and even considered calling an ambulance)

- At 3 am, we all took a nap on the benches and chairs and about 4, "K" and his girlfriend went home

- My brother and Headbutt Buddy 2 then drank a few more drinks and about 6:30, they both went for another nap. Headbutt Buddy 2 on the bench and my brother, for some reason, on the grass

- I took the opportunity and began to clean up the garden. I also checked in on the "Schnapsleichen" every now and then. (Btw, that's what we call a person who had a few drinks too much and is now passed out. It literally translates to "Schnapps corpse"/ "Booze corpse")

- At 7:30, Headbutt Buddy 2 woke up and went home. I then tried to wake up my brother and nearly dislocated my shoulder while rolling him around

- Luckily, our Ma picked us up and after trying to figure out what locks my dad uses for the arbour, my brother, who was drunk af, suddenly began to talk about old and mouldy baguettes. I tried to explain to him that I've gotten rid of the baguettes and that we were trying to figure out which locks we have to use, but he kept talking about the baguettes. After two minutes of us arguing and him yelling about the mouldy baguettes (which we didn't have) I told him to get up and go to the car, to which he replied with “Fine, if you want to keep the mouldy baguettes, do it. I don't care!”

And to make things funnier: He doesn't even remember the conversation. And I regret not recording him, lmao.

Anyway, this is how my entire Saturday and nearly half of my Sunday went. The whole event has been one hell of a wild ride, lol.

Also, events/evenings like these are what gives me inspiration for my S.T.A.R.S. shitposts. Especially when it comes to the single braincell trio.

#Piers talks #I'm also running on three hours of sleep and can't go to bed now. Otherwise I'd screw myself over even more

[degrees-of-fuck]

Canon Clara Timeline #2: Clara Begins Her Eldritch Downfall I Assume

That’s right we’re continuing this. Previously, Clara was abducted by Eden while looking for mushrooms and managed to convince her to let her leave for a day at a time.

This time:

Currently, Clara’s been completely skating by on payments, barely having enough every week. Her first big plant sale seems to have helped a lot, in that she’s broken £1000 for the first time by quite a margin. Woo!

She won the science fair easily (well... Not that easy if you consider she got abducted about it, but she had a 100% chance of winning, so like... WAS it worth it? I’ll leave that up to you.

She’s currently working up the nerve to uh. Strip behind a tree for money. She fully intends to do it, don’t get me wrong. It’s just. ... Hard. She’s not there yet.

Upon coming home after getting a bunch of money, she saw Kylar in her room, huffing bedsheets. She... Hardly knows Kylar at this point. Like. Politely chats and waves to them sometimes. That’s it. She just... Walked away and waited for him to go. Any doubt of Kylar being creepy is now Gone.

Clara, having a bit of money, checked out the Hookah parlour. Because... Yeah, she would.  She had a bad, eldritch trip, buuuut I got awareness and willpower out of it - and I particularly want to grind willpower for Clara, quietly stubborn fucker that she is, so she’ll probably be back. She’s a fucking lovecrafitan horror protagonist that goes mad because she MUST UNDERSTAND, I’m telling you.

After that, she went to the farms for the first time! Idk, I’ve been wanting to check them out and get to know Alex better and she seems like the PC for the job. Clara gave Alex a vague answer about where she lives, doubting it would really come up.

Upon returning, she met Landry. ... This will be important later. : ) Whitney was also at the bar that day. Clara snuck out lol

At school, Clara discovered Kylar’s shrine! It’s ALL coming out, huh. She didn’t want to confront him - as that seems dangerous, so she just walked away.

Clara continues to eat lunch with Robin daily - and then spend the rest of lunch time with Sydney. In one of my RPs, we ended up having Clara be kind of an assistant librarian on certain days of the week, even without them being together and I like that thought. It’s not in the game, but I might keep that in the Canon Clara Timeline, too...

Clara found someone on stimulants in the hall! Clara did what any good sane person would do and uh... Yeah, she didn’t do shit. She just got that free bit of insight and called it a day.

Someone at the office tried to forcibly strip her. Last time this happened, she lost her clothes - and she can’t exactly fight, so with much difficulty and truly infuriating that person in the process, she managed to make them cum while holding onto her skirt. Ultimately, she had to take them off anyway, but she did get them back...

Clara is beginning to have feelings about Eden, having to see her so much. It’s... Scary. But she doesn’t have the shortcut through the woods yet making the trip too long for a short visit to make sense - and even holding her visits off as much as she feels safe doing so, she can’t hide too long. It’s... A lot.

When she got back to the orphanage, Clara saw Robin had sold her console. It Begins.

Clara met the panty freak! Woo! She uh... Sure does need the money (especially seeing as she’s gonna be paying for Robin too, soon) and frankly, she needs the stealing practice.

After that, Clara had her first sex for money, thinking of it being just a one off so she could buy Robin a new console without it being an issue for her wallet. : ) Just a one-off. Once again, barely protected her virginities. I  wanna save them for named characters!!! However, she made the guy quite annoyed in the process and didn’t make very good money... Better get more skilled, huh...

Clara went to watch a movie with Robin, thinking she might want some entertainment, without her games. Clara likes horror, but Robin really didn’t seem in the mood for it, so they watched a romance movie. Clara... Wasn’t really into this one, but Robin was super engrossed, so mission accomplished.

“ You listen to Robin talk about the film. She enjoyed it more than you, and her delight is infectious. Maybe it wasn't so bad. “

This is so cute...

Sydney wrote on Clara’s arm intentionally for the first time. With all the times people have written degrading stuff on her, including Eden - the person she’s currently having shameful feelings about, having a nice thing written on her both activated certain brain neurons and felt bizarre in its niceness. Anyway, Clara was quite a bit more flustered than she looked, there. I like to picture her tugging at her shirt to see her shoulder and smiling at it time to time before she washed it off.

Clara got her week of freedom!! Wooooooo

And then shortly after, got the masseuse job! Pretty fuckin early too, from my experience. All that jacking people off to keep their dicks away from her holes, y’see...

#The Canon Clarabelle Timeline

[figthefruitfaeth]

hiiiiiiii 🫶🩷 for the fic writer asks: 5 & 17!!

hiiiiiiiiiiiii liv <3

5. What’s a fic idea you’ve had that you will never write?

There's definitely a good handful of little ideas I probably won't get around to making full fics, mostly cause I don't have quite enough to string them together into something coherent. like for example, "5+1 times steve and eddie were in a photo booth together" or "5 lies you told me". like i do still Love them, but i've got like two and half scenes for each of them

also there's a fruity four college band au (cause who doesn't have a band au in this fandom) i still distantly dream about.

nancy's trying to put on a good face, but not only did she Not get into Emerson, she's at the same college as her underachieving ex-boyfriend who's heart she broke, and there's this girl in her politics of america class who never studies and still somehow keeps beating her on assignments (and that woman's name? robin). Steve doesn't even want to really be in school, but he's going anyway, trying to rush for a frat with guys he can't even really stand anymore, but also can't quite leave cause what else is he supposed to do? eddie who's previous band (corroded coffin) fell apart due to a lot of things (someone moved, someone can't committ to the time, someone doesn't talk to them anymore) and now he's looking for a new band, something to keep him from crawling the walls of his house and do something reckless. robin i hadn't developed all the way, but definitely tension with nancy, with steve, and she's figuring shit out!

steve and robin work at a grocery store together, constantly moving between departments, only really becoming friends when they get held up by robbers and robin comes out to him in the deli section.

eddie/steve on guitar/vocals, with eddie writing the lyrics and steve finding the music very elton john. nancy on bass and robin on drums. also it's an indie-ish punk riot girl sound. think 'black sheep' from scott pilgrim, 'vixen' by destroy boys, 'chaise longue' by wet leg, and 'deceptacon' by le tigre. they're never gonna be world famous, at most they get 3rd place in the battle of the bands, but it's about the friends they make, about the ways music let's them let loose, about discovering themselves and learning how life is more than school and things you're supposed to do

okay that got long :D i've got more in my notes somewhere but i will stop there, yeah it's my darling AU but probably won't ever get written

17. What’s something you’ve learned about while doing research for a fic?

Ugh I learn something new in every fic cause I love researching. Did you know 3rd generation beanie babies did not come with a poem, though later generations did? Or that a crack that runs across a ceiling and down a wall is likely from a poor build or heavy damage? Smoke rings are best made with a thick smoke like hookah, and that pagers [REDACTED].

fic writer asks

#ask game #thanks livvvv <3

[galactic-star-bruiser]

Fear pt. 5

Pt. 5

pt. 4 , masterlist

light cursing, lots of angst, maybe an uncomfortable scene of unwanted touches, lots of feelings

//////// a few hours later ////////////

mandos POV

“I need to send you on a mission” I said bluntly, staring at the flight controls. 

“Oh, is that so? Does that mean you’ve taken another bounty and want me in on it?” She said in a slight teasing tone that took everything in my power not to respond to in a flirtatious way. 

“Yes... is that okay?”

“More than okay, handsome.”

Fuck me 

“We’re going back to Tatooine and you’ll need to get information on how to enter a specific spice trade.”

She leaned forward in the copilot seat, obviously intrigued which made me harder than I could’ve imagined. “Okay,” she continued, “Do you have a specific plan in mind?”

“No.” I’d been so focused on keeping my hands off of her that I hadn’t had time to think of a fully fleshed out plan.

“Okay, well, I’ll do whats worked for me in the past” she answered with a smug smile. 

“Don’t do anything stupid.” 

“No promises” she winked. fuck she winked “Ill just need to borrow some old clothes of yours”

The thought of her in my clothes sent my mind spiraling, “why would you need that?”

“I’ll need something you don’t care about to make me look like I’ve stolen the clothes off of someones back...make them look ragged, ya know? Men love to see a disheveled woman they can take advantage of” she rolled her eyes, “I usually flirt my way back to their place and once I’ve gotten the info I need...game over.”

 It honestly wasn’t a bad plan, but just the thought of a man looking at her like prey made me feel sick.

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Mando handed me an old olive green worn out t-shirt that fit me like a short dress and I wore tight shorts underneath. 

The smell of him still lingered on the t-shirt and it almost hurt to wear, knowing the smell had a chance of fading.

I looked at myself in the small mirror I had brought in my flight bag. I guess he didn’t really need one since he never took off that helmet. that damn helmet.

I ran my fingers through my hair, haphazardly, making it seem like I hadn’t been in a position to take care of myself for a long while. With a few patches of brown eyeshadow smeared on my face... I was ready.

The Mandalorian strolled behind me, an ever present gloved hand on his blaster. He was as quiet as ever and made no attempt at going over the plan once more. 

He never let me be lost to his sight as I strolled into a bar, hips swaying seductively with a Doe eyed pout plastered across my face. 

Jackpot. 

Heads turned as I walked in, a seemingly meek, pretty young girl was in the lions den and every man in there was looking for his next release. The thought of their hands on me made me feel sick, but I swallowed the bile that came into my mouth. 

I had spotted a potential target who brandished the all too relaxed look of someone who had just inhaled spice. 

I sauntered up to him with a smile and huge eyes, “Hey handsome, you look happy.”

The blue creature of a man snorted, but was obviously amused. He grabbed my waist and pulled me closer to him, his cronies chuckling behind him. 

“You wanna be happy too?” He replied in a whisper into my ear, his rancid breath almost breaking my facade.

I played back, nodding my head ‘yes’ and letting him drag me to a small, dark, secluded corner of the bar where we wouldn’t be seen. I watched as he dragged a hookah pipe closer to him and filled it with the bright red dust, then pulling on it himself first before tilting the tip towards me. 

I acted shy, making myself blush I’d be lying if it wasn’t mando I was thinking about in order to make myself blush on cue.

Giggling like a school girl I asked, “wait, wait, where’d you get this? I heard some isn’t as good as other” I leaned in, “and I want the best.”

He howled in laughter, “where? Well you haven’t been on this planet long, have you girl?”

I shook my head and pouted... I was so close to the information I needed. 

“Well I bet the spice ring around here would like a pretty little thing like you to run their product to locals... we get everything from just under this bar.” He smirked and grabbed my thigh, caressing it higher. 

That’s all I needed. 

I was about to thank him and leave... that was until I heard a blaster taken off of safety.

My head shot up and my hand instinctively reached for the blaster I had hidden, strapped to my thigh.

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“Get your hands off of her.” I said in a more vicious than calm tone than I had anticipated.

She looked up in fear until realizing it was me, then she shot me a worried wide eyed glance and shook her head ‘no’ as if to say she had handled it. 

In this moment, I couldn’t possibly care less. I didn’t care about the bounty money, I didn’t care about justice, I didn’t care about spilling this mans blood.... I just cared about her.

“I won’t tell you twice” I said, blaster now pointed to kill.

“Mando...” She whispered as I watched him slide off of her. I never once looked away or removed my blaster from his line of shot.

The creature of a man crouched away with his hands up, mumbling to himself, “jealous boyfriends, hate them...”.

Even from his vile lips, the notion that I was her boyfriend lit a flame in me.  

Once he was gone, she ran up to me, small hands beating on my armored chest. “I had him, you didn’t need to do that” she growled at me, rage in her eyes. 

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“What the hell were you thinking” I half screamed, half whispered,  beating against beskar like a whining child. 

I guess I was whining. He made me feel like I needed his protection... I didn’t. I did this for a lot longer than I had even known him.

All he did was turn his gaze down upon me, watching my temper tantrum. 

When I couldn’t even get so much as a fake apology, I walked away in anger. 

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[karinagaynutdinova]

Salman Poddubnov created his own freedom: Eastern Block Boxing Club.

Let me tell you a story about how a strong mindset, determination, knowing exactly what you want, and a never-give-up attitude can bring you exactly what you desire.

My brother-in-law, Salman Poddubnov, was born in a small town in Russia. He had a normal family like most Russian kids, with a mother, father, and little brother. Nothing unusual, just a regular kid growing up in a typical family. Until he decided that Russia was too small for his ambitions and new life goals, he made a decision to move to the USA to start his new life in Los Angeles. He dreamed of becoming an international boxer. One of the most important lessons his father taught him was how to fight not just on the street, but as a professional boxer.

When Salman moved to LA with great talent and ambition, he thought he had hit the jackpot. However, in reality, nobody was there for him. It was just him and his dreams of fighting in USA boxing competitions. As is typical of the immigrant life, he started working odd jobs to make money, such as a mover and food delivery driver. At the same time, he trained at all the famous boxing clubs in Los Angeles, hoping that legendary boxing trainers would notice his skills and train him for a big fight in Vegas, where he could earn good money. Unfortunately, one day after training, he slipped on the wet floor at the gym and broke his knee in several places. This unfortunate event led to several expensive surgeries.

During his recovery, he met the love of his life, Alina, a fantastic lady also from Russia, who aspired to start a family in the USA. Salman admired her dreams, and they decided to build their future life together. Together, they opened their first business: a hookah place. It was a successful spot where many young people from around the world, mostly from old USSR countries, liked to hang out. However, COVID-19 struck, and like many independent business owners, they had no choice but to close their establishment.

The past two years have been challenging for everyone, but they stayed strong. Salman took a significant step in his life by proposing to Alina, and a year later, they became husband and wife in a cozy, intimate wedding reception with close friends and family. While they are still waiting to become legal US citizens due to the immigration process, Salman never abandoned his dream of continuing to fight and becoming the best boxer. Despite his surgeries, he kept going. He opened his own boxing club in 2022, where he could train people in the original USSR style of boxing, right in the heart of Hollywood. That same year, he became a father to a little girl named Tamilla, his future champion and princess of the boxing world.

Salman's club became incredibly popular and is now one of the busiest boxing clubs in Los Angeles. He trains Hollywood celebrities, directors, producers, and actors. While he still dreams of fighting professionally one day, he is currently focused on his family and club. With his drive, determination, and never-give-up attitude, I strongly believe that nothing is impossible for him. He is a true hero with strong leadership qualities.

To know more about Salman Poddubnov and his club please follow his social media accounts:

Instagram: @salman.boxing  @@eastern_block_boxing (https://www.instagram.com/eastern_block_boxing/)

Facebook: Salman Poddubnov

YouTube: Eastern Block Boxing Club

[staenless]

My sister and I, when I was ten and she was fourteen, went on a cruise around the Mediterranean with our grandparents. As part of that cruise we spent a day in Isreal and Palestine. I know we saw the wailing wall and jesus' birthplace but I don't remember place names sadly. We took a bus to cross the border between the two countries and as kids had to show our passports to men in bullet proof vests with machine guns. It was very scary for me.

My gran had never supported the invasion of Palestine and it's later colonisation and though she didn't use this time to lecture us on history and politics (we were 10 and 14 we did not care) she refused to let us spend money in Isreal and we got to see the reality of it all anyway. At that point in time things were pretty peaceful, in that there was no active fighting and tourists could travel about without worry. But despite the peace of it all and the very friendly faces and the nice souvenirs I bought and the tea we drank and how hard I laughed watching my grandpa smoking a hookah that part of our trip has always haunted me.

Coming from south africa I always understood colonialism and apartheid, we learn about it in school every year in more detail till it's leaking out your ears. So I knew that someone coming to another country and making the locals live in a fenced in space was objectively bad(they were called homelands and no longer exist here), and having met those locals and really liking them (especially the old men drinking tea and smoking, I wanted to be just like them) I couldn't understand why everyone couldn't just get along. Still don't. I don't think I'll ever understand it.

Anyway, the trip effected me and now that the conflict has escalated I'm firmly supporting Palestine. What I didn't expect was for my sister to hold the same views.

Despite our similar upbringing my sister is a lot more conservative than me and occasionally throws around terms like "politically correct" and "forced diversity" (I have a theory involving her boyfriend as a bad influence). If there's one thing my sister hates more than anything, it's violence. She hates large scale protests and she detests rioting (she has history with rioters and looting I think it's a ptsd thing). She hates rebelling violently and she staunchly apposes it. She believes only in peaceful protesting and boycotting, since that was what did a lot of the heavy lifting in South Africa's struggle for freedom. She's a big boycotter, I'll give her credit, she hasn't eaten chocolate or chocolate products or any fish since she was 16. If she chooses to boycott something she's choosing to live without it indefinitely, and I think a lot of people could learn from that. But still, she's very conservative in other ways and hates violence and rioting. I assumed she's have something to say about Palestine reacting badly, about how they were making their problems worse with all this violence that they started, that sort of thing. I prepared myself for that. But instead, when it came up in conversation she said "I hate the fighting, I hate seeing people die like this, I wish there was another way. But I mean, Emma and I were there, the way Palestinians are treated isn't fair. I just wish there was another way." I was genuinly shocked.

Our visit, both incredibly brief and uneventful, had left such an impression on my sister that she recognised Palestinians had no choice but to fight. My sister who hates violence and wars and riots and detests those involved thinks there's no other way despite her wishes there was. The way Palestinians have been living for decades is unacceptable and those with moderate ideas and beliefs about peace and acceptance would no doubt change their tune if they spent a day there, especially now. If one single, short trip to a peaceful part of Palestine where nothing of the conflicts or colonisation is visible besides walls and barbed wire can convince two kids that the occupation is cruel and horrible so strongly they hold those beliefs for the rest of their lives then truely, truely I can't imagine this occupation was ever acceptable and ever could be acceptable. Much like my sister, I wish there was another way, and much like my younger self I wish we could all live in peace. I can only hope those wishes are one day granted.

[kiarakarlisse]

This year for Halloween I hosted a Party at Nick and Joanna's apartment. The turnout was good, I had two costumes of course. I was a Playboy Bunny and Buzz Lightyear. Joanna was a Pirate and Madalyn was a sexy nurse. Coincidently Carter and Nick were both inmates.

I met Penny Pizzazz at the party, I wonder how she heard about it? She’s such an icon. I wish I could be on her level one day. We smoked some hookah and chatted for a bit before our conversation turned awkward.

Noelle: Hey Penny right?

Penny: Yeah, nice to meet you…

Noelle: Noelle. Noelle Bergman.

Penny: Oh the Ballerina that just moved to San Myshuno!! How are you liking it?

Noelle: Oh you know who I am? I wouldn’t think the Penny Pizzazz knew who I was.

Penny: Yeah I saw your Architectural Digest interview and cover. Your home looks amazing.

Noelle: Aww thanks. Do you maybe want to take this conversation inside, it’s a bit chilly out here?

Penny: Yeah

Penny: So how do you know Nick and Joanna?

Noelle: They are my best friends. We all grew up together in Windenburg. How do you know Nick?

Penny: Oh we go way back, we actually used to date back at University. Engaged for a bit but it didn’t work out.

Noelle: Oh I didn’t know he had gotten engaged after we… (shocked, hurt) I mean oh he hasn’t mentioned a serious relationship. (Fakes a smile)

Penny: Huh would have thought he would have told his “best friend”. But he never mentioned you.

Noelle: Yeah I guess.

Because my mood changed I decided to cheer myself up with a costume change and some more pictures. Madalyn's happiness is contagious and really made me smile. I can't believe she's making me an aunt again. Uhh, can't wait to meet the little babe.

A little later I talked to Nick, I wanted so badly to ask him about his relationship with Penny. But I refrained because that’s a conversation for a more private setting.

Noelle: Hey

Nick: Hey Elle, looking good!!

Noelle: You can’t say that. (Blushes)

Nick: Why?

Noelle: Because we’re friends.

Nick: Friends can’t complement each other? (Chuckles)

Noelle: Yes but…

Nick: But what Elle?

Noelle: Not friends who used to be in love with one another.

Nick: Who says I still don’t? ( chuckles , but is dead serious)

I nervously get up. How can he just say that??!! I’m engaged and we aren’t together. Why does he have to do this to me now. I’m getting married in 2 months. I live Carter and he is my future!!! Nick is in my past!!!

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[talldarkandroguesome]

28th of Rain’s Hand, Fredas

Just as I was beginning to believe that I shall languish at The Waxing Crescent forever, lest I risk venturing blindly into the wilds, I ran into a strangely familiar face.

Well, I suppose it is more real to say that I heard it first, though I did not expect that it could possibly belong to who I had heard.

Of course, I was stretched upon one of the couches with Nettle, discussing in Bosmeris what our next course of action would be, since we had come upon another failure since I last wrote. I thought we may have found the place, truly, but it soon became clear that it was not the right starting place at all. A roadside shrine stood where there should have been a tall boulder. And it was not a recent addition, either.

So I was rather surprised to hear someone ask if it was me, by name.

I turned, weapons at the ready, to see the smirking face of Grand Chancellor Abnur Tharn. To say I was surprised would be an understatement. I simply smiled and gave him a short bow of my head, unsure how much he was hoping to keep his identity a secret.

He took it as an invitation to join me and sat down besides me. Nettle was on edge, I think he worried that this may have been planned, but I waved over the waiter and asked for two more glasses to be brought.

Tharn asked me what I was doing so far across the continent and why I was styling myself some sort of Khajiiti whore. I laughed, nearly choking upon the smoke of my hookah, at his greeting that betrayed his feeling of familiarity. I asked him why he was not being more subtle himself, given that he appeared to have a target upon his handsome, balding head.

He moved farther into my space as I poured him a decent glass of brandy and with a sniff, gave me a nod of approval. He seemed surprised and I assured him that a merchant like myself did not have a reason to bother with the weak, cheap stuff. I would rather enjoy the Empire’s export and be reminded of those good spirits from home.

I particularly enjoyed the suppressed cringing on his face as I called him my dear Abe. He clearly was hiding himself enough not to wish to cause a scene and I relished in making him squirm a bit. Even if it meant he might be a bit prickly later on.

He took my meaning of a cover and asked how my business had been. I gave him a nonsense answer about mostly being well, but having not yet acquired that which I had come to the city for. I asked about his business ventures and he got a look of thought and told me that perhaps he had a proposition that might work well for us both.

Regardless of the way that my guards and Nettle looked at me, I allowed Tharn to lead me away. The young Khajiit who had accompanied him came along also, until Tharn told her to run along and that he would find her later.

I made myself very comfortable upon his sprawling mattress and asked him what use he had thought of for me. It was pushing the boundaries a bit, but what fun would it be if I were not to do so?

Tharn stood at the edge of the mattress and looked at me for a moment, as if deciding if he was more angry at my behavior or more keen to make use of me for his own needs.

He tapped his staff upon the ground and I felt myself raise up from the bed and levitate before him. I smiled and shifted so that my budi slipped off one shoulder.

Tharn rolled his eyes at me and told me I truly was a hungry little tart. I told him I was guilty as charged, but that it did not answer what he wanted of me.

He explained, somewhat exasperated, that I could have been of far more use if I had still been in Morrowind when he had to trek halfway across Stonefalls. I laughed and told him that I resided in Deshaan, in Mournhold, as well he knew. If only he had sent word, I would have made the trek to come and see him. That he was always welcome at my estate.

Tharn put a hand over my mouth, gripping the sides of my face, and explained that he was working on a way to end the Three Banners war.

That certainly was not what I had expected to hear. He said he had found a weapon that would force all sides to take notice and put down arms.

Of course I was horrified. The Empire, as devastated as it was under the civil war, Daedric invasion, and Three Banners War, should not be relying on some incredibly powerful weapon. Knowing that Tharn was ready to work for a Daedric Prince in order to garner power, I knew this must be something of immense power. And it frightened me to think of it in the Empire’s hands.

Tharn asked me to help him finish finding the coordinates to its location. I told him that I had my personal business still to attend to, and it had a time limit. I asked how long this venture may take.

He told me a week at most. I was not sure if I believed him or not.

We agreed that I would speak with my entourage and see if there was not some way to still return to my task. I told him that I had a great distance still to travel and he said that if things went well that perhaps he could be persuaded to use his grand powers, usually reserved for actually important matters, to speed my journey.

It seemed almost too good a deal to be true. There had to be a catch. It was Tharn, there was always a catch.

I needed to speak with Nettle about this. If nothing else, the House should know. It would not be good for the Empire to have this weapon. It would be devastating should any faction get a hold of it, but if I were to divert our course, I would need to let Nettle know why. I could probably sell the House on my working to sabotage the recovery of this weapon. And depending on how it was done, Tharn, as clever as he was, would be none the wiser But it was something I would need assistance with executing. A plan needed to be made.

Of course, it would not be the dynamic we had established if Tharn did not make use of me in the usual way. Honestly, it was a relief when he initiated. It meant that he still thought of me as a useful tool. And it meant he was willing to owe me.

I asked Nettle to get another bottle and we are going to formulate our plan tonight.

#ESO #TES #RP #Dunmer #Elder Scrolls Online #The Elder Scrolls

[aerialsquid]

FFXIVWrite: Day 9

Day 9: Yawn

(Warning for discussion of drugs, including consensual drug use by a minor.)

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The Scions were a lot smaller when they'd moved from the Waking Sands to the Rising Stones, and cleaning out the back rooms turned out to be a group affair. Alphinaud had been hiding from his sister's taunts over how many crates of unsold wind-up Alphinauds they still had left over from the Crystal Braves fundraising drives when he'd dipped into a box marked for Urianger and came out with…an item.

"Oh. It's…it must be some kind of artifact, yes?" Urianger heard the young man say in a faint and quavering voice. "A memento. From some old mission?"

He turned and saw Alphinaud holding, with the care and nervousness one might used to hold a deadly viper, a beautifully decorated hookah. The base, bowl, and stem were covered in beautiful silver filigree with stars and moons, an ironic indicator of Urianger's later attire but purchased long before he had the courage to dress his own body like that. All his glint and flare had stayed locked up on his room, like his own body hidden away behind robes and goggles…a lifetime ago.

"A memento of mine youth, perhaps."

"Ah! You used it for…uh, experiments, perhaps." Alphinaud looked on the verge of having some form of minor stroke. Urianger carefully reclaimed the hookah from him before he dropped it or simply passed out.

"Tis a water pipe, my friend. Known colloquially as a shisha or a hookah. But I would guess from thine paled countenance thou art aware of it by reputation."

"I…Father had rather definitive opinions on smoking pipeweed."

Urianger cheerfully patted the brass and leather contraption in his arms. "Fortunately, this hookah's primary consumable was qunubu."

"What?"

"Ah, thou might know it better as void parsley?"

"I know what qunubu is!" Alphinaud screeched, very quietly. "I just–you? You actually inhaled it?"

"Oh, frequently. Or ingested food made with its oils, though I admit to preferring the effects of the vapors." Speaking of vapors, poor Master Levaillur the Younger seemed to be having them. He sank down onto a nearby crate of old bedclothes, staring at the floor in a fugue. 

"I take it thine father also held 'definitive opinions' on qunubu use? Unsurprising, at such close proximity to the Studium he likely had concerns that his children might join the students' revels should they not hold a fear of them."

"Mm." Alphinaud made a small, tight nod. The embarrassment was visible in his reddened ear-tips. "He said it was a poison that rotted the mind, and that the weak-willed would become slaves to its infuence."

"Ha! Quite to the contrary - its addictive nature is far diminished from that of alcohol or other substances, and its benefits far reaching. At the Studium we often used it to diminish the effects of academic anxiety, to brighten a somber mood, or to simply manage a restful night when sleep would not come easily to us."

"Uh?"

"As thou might not be aware, there art two main variants of qunubu, the astral strain and the umbral strain. While the astral variant generally produces a sedative effect, the umbral variant is cultivated out from a kin to the wild fogweed of Dravania and–"

Alphinaud, still reeling from the revelation that his dearest friends and some of the most brilliant minds he knew had regularly indulged in the use of A Drug, was helpless to resist Urianger's extended lecture on the nature, varieties, usage, and history of void parsley. The experience had left him a combination of terrified and extremely bored, a state that left him even more vulnerable to the mockery of his sister when she and Yshtola finally came to check on them. 

"It's not that I didn't know, I just…I'd never met anyone before who used it, is all," Alphinaud mumbled, huddling into himself.

"Yes, you did," Alisae chirped.

"What? When?"

The way she smiled made Urianger most grateful he was an only child. He would not have survived the constant trials of the ego that siblings put upon each other.

"Do you remember that one evening I snuck out to the post-exam party with those older Studium girls I was friends with? The ones I wanted so badly to impress."

"Yes, I remember you threatened to stab me if I told Father, immediately passed out as soon as you got home, and then you caught a cold from staying out so late in the night air." Alphinaud froze, the haughtiness dropping from his voice. "...oh gods. It wasn't a cold, was it?"

"Nope." She was beaming so wide Urianger fancied he could see fangs. "They were passing around a pétard, one of those little rolled up paper things, and I didn't want to seem like a coward. Spent the next hour trying to cough my throat lining up and then they walked me home. It burned like hells going down, too."

"If thou finds it any comfort," Urianger put in, "A water pipe is oft designed to mitigate such pain and thou wouldst find the toke much smoother as a result." He patted the hookah fondly. "As I ponder upon it, such an occasion as this might be one in which to bring my former tool back into operation. The Studium's terrors pale in comparison to that which we have endured this past year…and our Scion brethren deserve a moment's peace."

#ffxivwrite #urianger augurelt #alphinaud leveilleur #cw: drugs #drugs cw #astral is indica and umbral is sativia thank you to my roommate for that