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tojiswhore-nanamisslut · 3 months

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Flowers For You

pairing: Nanami x Reader

warnings: N/A this is all fluff!

synopsis: Nanami passes by your flower shop every day and finally decides to go in.

word count: 3k

a/n: Just a cute little Nanami flowershop AU because he deserves happiness 😊

Nanami passes by your flower shop every day on his way to work. It’s a quaint little store that carries a wide variety of plants and flowers. The first time he notices you he almost trips over the sidewalk. You were beautiful. He didn’t know why exactly, but he was captivated by you. For the next week he would always slow down when he was walking by the shop just so he could get a good look at you. One day, you looked back at him, making eye contact as he walked by and giving him a kind smile. He was so shocked that he didn’t even return it, he just whipped his head around and sped up, blushing at being caught. He mentally kicked himself for not smiling back. You probably thought he was just another corporate dickhead. That thought followed him for the rest of the day into the morning of the next.

It was probably where he found the courage to finally go into your shop.

He slowed down like he usually did upon approaching it, but instead of just walking by, he turned to go inside. You didn’t have any other customers at the moment, so it was just the two of you.

“Hi! Welcome in.” You gave him a warm smile. He was a handsome man and you saw him walk by the shop almost every day. His blond hair and angular features made him memorable and easy to spot.

“Hello, thank you.” Nanami responded, giving you a small smile in return.

“Feel free to take a look around and if you have questions or need help with anything just let me know.”

“Thank you. I will.”

Nanami roamed around the tiny shop, looking at all the beautiful flowers and plants. He really had no interest in anything, he had come in because he wanted an excuse to talk to you.

“Can you tell me about this flower?” He asked, pointing to a pot of flowers.

You walked over to see which one he was pointing to, “Oh yeah! These are chrysanthemums. They’re pretty easy to grow with their basic needs being full sun, rich soil, good drainage, and good air circulation. There are hundreds of varieties available in a range of shapes and sizes that can provide blooms from late summer through fall. They’re also perfect for containers and baskets because of their shallow-rooting habit!” You stopped yourself, blushing slightly. “Oh I’m sorry I got carried away, you probably didn’t want to know all of that.” You gave an awkward laugh as you scratched the back of your neck.

Nanami couldn’t help the smile that appeared on his face, it was adorable how enthusiastic you were, “No, no please don’t apologize. I appreciate the information; it was interesting to hear. Can you tell me about these ones?” And he pointed to the ones right next to them.

Your eyes lit up even more, “Oh these are my favorite flower! They’re called dahlias. The tubers are planted in late spring, and the flowers will bloom continuously from midsummer through fall. The flowers themselves can range in size from petite 2-inch lollipop-style pompoms to giant 15-inch “dinner plates.” Most varieties grow 4 to 5 feet tall. One of my favorite parts about them is that they come in a wide range of beautiful colors like dark pink, dark red, lavender, purple and black, bronze, the list goes on! They’re often multicolored too and oh gosh they’re just gorgeous.” You sigh dreamily, looking at the selection you have.

You were looking at the flowers, but Nanami was looking at you. He realized you were even more stunning up close. Your eyes were a beautiful brown, like the earth that gives life to everything planted in it. And your hair was curly. He hadn’t noticed it before because you wore your hair in a braid parted to the side, but up close he could see the ringlets stretched out in the braid and the way your wispy baby hairs that weren’t long enough to fit in the braid were curly and swaying in the air.

His thoughts were interrupted by your question, "Were there any others you wanted to know about or anything else I could help you with?”

Nanami was about to ask you about the next flower when he saw the clock in the distance, he was going to be late to work. A part of him wanted to say fuck it, he could listen to you talk all day. It would definitely beat going to work, but then he noticed another customer walk in and he didn’t want to steal your attention from them. However, after how much time you spent explaining things to him, he would have felt bad leaving empty handed.

“No that’s okay, but I think I’ll actually buy a bouquet with the dahlias and whatever filler flower you think is best.”

You beamed, “Oh what a great choice! I think they’d go beautifully with some baby's-breath and tulips.”

Nanami didn’t know what to do with the bouquet of flowers once he left the shop. He didn’t have anybody to give them to so when he showed up to work late, and with flowers, it was no surprise that he got some odd looks around the office. He didn’t have the heart to throw them away after you spent so much time making it, so when he got home he put them in the single vase he had. It was a beautiful bouquet, and every time he looked at it he couldn’t help but think about you and smile.

The next day when he was on his way to work, he glanced like he usually did in the shop, but you were talking to a customer so he decided not to bother you.

The day after that, though, he left his house a little bit earlier than he normally did and was rewarded when he saw you in the shop alone, pruning some flowers.

“Hi again.” He said and gave a little wave.

You smiled that same warm smile, “Hi! Welcome back. How are the flowers holding up?”

“They’re beautiful. You must take care of them really well here because they still look as beautiful as they did the day I bought them, and I don’t have much of a green thumb.”

You chuckled, “Oh it’s not too difficult to keep them looking healthy. Just change the water regularly, make sure they get some sun, and mix in some plant food and voila! Your bouquet should last at least a week.”

“You make it sound so easy but I’m sure it’s a lot more difficult running a whole shop of flowers, no?”

“Mm it can be time-consuming but I enjoy it.” You give a small smile, looking at all the flowers blooming and healthy in your shop. “It feels nice to put effort into something and watch it flourish and be beautiful. And it’s even better when it’s something everyone can enjoy. I mean, who doesn’t like flowers? There’s so many different ones you’re bound to find at least one that you like.” As you turn back to the man you notice how he’s gazing at you and you can’t help but give a little laugh and look away, a blush beginning to paint your cheeks.

Nanami immediately clears his throat, sporting a blush that mirrors yours, “I see. I think that’s amazing you found something you’re so passionate about. Especially something that brings more beauty into the world.”

You laugh, “Yeah...but I’m sure you didn’t come here just to hear me talk. Is there anything you need?”

Truth be told, that was exactly why Nanami came here, but he couldn’t very well just say that, so instead he asked for more plant food.

After paying, you both said your goodbyes, and you watched the handsome man leave the shop, wondering what his name was.

Nanami went into the shop again on Monday, getting there early so he had time to ask you about different flowers before leaving with a bouquet of the ones you talked about.

For the next two weeks, Nanami would stop by your shop almost every day. He was buying bouquets of flowers almost twice a week, and when he wasn’t doing that then he was buying vases or plant food or whatever else he could think of.

As he walked out this time, a bouquet of roses and lilies in hand, you couldn’t help but wonder who he was buying flowers for so often. He was clearly a well-off man given the pristine, fitted suits he always wore, and he was polite and respectful. That, topped off with his looks, and he was a catch anybody would be lucky to have. You sighed, if only you could get a man like that to show some interest in you.

The next day, Nanami came in again like clockwork. You enjoyed seeing him and started to look forward to those mornings where he would come in so you could talk to him.

“Hey! How are you?” You asked. Would it be improper to ask him his name? He did come in almost every day.

Nanami smiled at you, “I’m good. How are you?”

“I’m good! Nothing to complain about. What can I do for you today?” You asked.

“Ah,” Nanami looked around the shop, “I’m running out of plant food.” He said.

“Oh, really? The bottle I gave you should have lasted you at least a month but I can definitely give you more! Just make sure to follow the instructions so you’re not using too much.” You say as you grab a bottle for him.

“Right. I’ll keep that in mind.” He replied.

After you rang him up, he stood there for a second, as if he was contemplating something. In his hesitation you decided to ask him his name, it wasn’t that weird, right? I mean, he came in almost every day.

“He-”

“What’s-”

You both opened your mouths to speak at the same time and both promptly closed them, eyes widening as you realized you almost cut the other person off.

You were the first to recover, “I’m so sorry. What were you going to say?”

Nanami shook his head at your apology, “No no, it’s my fault. I apologize. Please.”

Your cheeks flamed as you thought about how you were going to ask his name and you were glad you didn’t. What if he thought it was inappropriate and never came in again? Or left a review about how you were rude? You couldn’t risk that, “No please it wasn’t important. Did you have a question?”

Nanami looked at you and cleared his throat, “I was going to ask you for your name. I come in pretty often but I don’t even know your name.” You couldn’t help but notice the red tinge his cheeks started to take on, matching your own as you realized you both were about to ask for each other’s name.

You laughed, “I was going to ask you the same thing! That’s funny. My name is y/n. What’s yours?”

He smiled back at you, “That’s a beautiful name. Mine is Kento Nanami.”

“Thank you Mr. Nanami, it’s nice to finally put a name to my best customer.” You grinned.

Kento laughed, “Please, you can just call me Kento.”

You blushed an even deeper red, and your voice was softer this time, “Well okay Kento, it’s nice to finally have a proper introduction.”

He smiled, his own blush growing, “Likewise, y/n. I have to go to work, but thank you for the plant food.”

“Of course.” You smiled and waved him out. You sighed dreamily, Kento. What you wouldn’t give to have a man like that on your arm.

Over the next two weeks Nanami continued to come in. Each visit you learned a little bit more about each other and got a bit more comfortable chatting. On Monday, you learned he worked on the stock market, which explained why he seemed so wealthy and was always dressed so well. On Tuesday, you learned he lived not too far away, and just walked to work each day. You also learned that he generally worked really late; you typically closed up shop by 7pm and he usually didn’t leave work until 8pm or later.

You didn’t see him on Wednesday, but when he came on Thursday, you learned that he was a quarter Danish from his grandfather and that you both liked the same coffee shop. On Friday you learned his favorite hobbies included reading and cooking. The next Monday, you exchanged recipes and book recommendations. Tuesday he was running late and couldn’t stop for a chat but did give you a wave, and Wednesday he came in with a coffee for you from the coffee shop you mentioned the week prior.

On Thursday, Nanami came in again to buy another bouquet of flowers. You talked like you usually did. This time learning that he went to a private high school called jujutsu high. You exchanged laughs and stories as you created the bouquet. This was your favorite one yet; it had dahlias, roses, lilies, and waxflowers, “This bouquet is so gorgeous. I think it’s my favorite one to date. Whoever is getting all these bouquets you buy, especially this one, is a very lucky person.”

At your statement, Nanami’s eyes widened. It hadn’t even occurred to him that you may assume he was seeing someone else with all the flowers he was buying.

“Oh, I don’t buy them for anyone else. I don’t have anyone to buy them for.”

You had to fight to keep your jaw from hitting the floor. This man was single?! You almost couldn't believe it. Kento was the man of your dreams, he had to have women fawning over him. Was he just not looking for a relationship right now? Maybe that was it, he seemed like he was in his mid to late 20s, so maybe he was still trying to just enjoy his life. But then, it wasn’t too common to hear of a successful playboy with a house full of flowers that he bought all for himself.

He cleared his throat, “I mean, if I had someone then I would buy them flowers, but I enjoy coming in here and the bouquets you make are beautiful and you seem knowledgeable about what you’re doing and...”

You realized that even though you kept your jaw from falling off you probably didn’t conceal your expression that well and were staring at Nanami with wide eyes. Oh god, he probably thought you were judging him and that’s why he started rambling: to fill the awkward silence.

“No! No, I’m sorry for assuming it’s....I’m flattered you come in here and enjoy the bouquets I put together. And I enjoy getting to talk about the different plants and you’re a good listener.” You smile at him, hoping he doesn’t feel like you were judging him.

He visibly relaxes, “No it’s okay...Although, I wonder...does your significant other ever get you flowers even though you run a flower shop?” He tried to sound nonchalant as he asked the question, looking out at the flowers on display.

You blushed, “I don’t have a significant other, so unfortunately nobody is gifting me flowers but, even though I run a flower shop I don’t think I could ever be upset about receiving more.”

Nanami whipped his head around at you and looked you in the eyes. He felt like it was now or never.

Nanami held the bouquet you had just given him back out to you, “I think it’s a shame you’re not being gifted flowers by anyone, and if you’ll accept them, I’d like to give you these ones.”

Your eyes widened in shock and your blush grew even deeper, “Oh but Kento you just paid for those! I can’t take your flowers, you should take them home and enjoy them.”

Nanami didn’t waver, “Y/n, I don’t come in here every day because of the flowers. They are very pretty, don’t get me wrong, but I think they pale in comparison to you. You could create a bouquet out of any combination of flowers in this shop and it wouldn’t take my breath away like you do when you talk about them. The highlight of my day is coming in here in the morning to see you. So, if you’ll accept, I’d like to give you this bouquet and take you to dinner tonight.”

You weren’t able to stop your jaw from hitting the floor this time. This man spent hundreds of dollars in your shop just to talk to you? You couldn’t believe it. It almost seemed too good to be true. From all your conversations, he seemed relatively normal and he was easy to talk to. The conversation always came naturally and neither of you ever wanted to end it. He was usually rushing out the door because he always stayed longer than he should have.

You had never expected someone like Kento Nanami to give you flowers, let alone ask you out on a date. It made you smile, thinking about what he said.

“Okay Kento,” You took the bouquet from him, “I will accept these flowers and dinner tonight. What time?”

Nanami smiled, his shoulders relaxing, “I know you close up at 7, so why don’t I swing back here at that time? I know a really good Italian restaurant we can go to.”

“Oh but I won’t have time to change! I’d like to get dressed up at least a little bit. Can we do 8pm instead? I can close up a bit early.”

“If that’s what you’d like to do then I can meet you at 8pm. But, at the risk of sounding cliche, I think you’re gorgeous just as you are.”

You blushed again, “That was definitely cliche Kento but I appreciate the compliment. I’ll meet you here at 8pm. I look forward to it.” You smiled at him.

He smiled back at you and glanced at the clock, shit he’d have to hurry or he’d be late. Again.

“I’ll see you tonight, y/n.” And he waved at you as he rushed out the door.

You sighed dreamily, smiling to yourself as you smelled the bouquet of flowers. What a man.

#jjk #jjk fics #jujutsu kaisen #nanami kento #nanami x reader #reader x nanami #nanami kento x reader #kento x reader #my writing #posts #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #nanami flowershop au

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poohsources · 10 months

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🐝 * ― 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗗 𝗧𝗨𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗔𝗟: 𝗠𝗨𝗦𝗜𝗖 𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗬𝗘𝗥𝗦 important note: only works if you have a pro or a pro plus account, and can use the 'embed' element.

― STEP ONE: PREPARING YOUR MUSIC

if you want to have music play on your carrd, the most important thing is, of course, the music. just make sure you have whatever song you want to have played in your files, and if you don't already have it, make sure to download it. now, the next step is to share your file so you'll get a direct file link you can later use in your music player code. personally i'm gonna be using and explaining the dropbox method for this, but there are other ways to do it as well. upload the music file to your dropbox ( either directly or to a special folder, whatever you prefer ) and then click the share button. then create link and copy link and you'll end up with a link that should look something like this: https://www.dropbox.com/scl/fi/j904wa1i2e229tdfa4rkb/ok-3.gif?rlkey=jy7822s2rrgaszj3jduggxn9k&dl=0 to create a direct download link out of this one, take out the 'www' and instead replace it with 'dl' so you'll have something like this: https://dl.dropbox.com/scl/fi/j904wa1i2e229tdfa4rkb/ok-3.gif?rlkey=jy7822s2rrgaszj3jduggxn9k&dl=0 save this link somewhere or keep it handy because we're gonna need it again a little later once we actually start working on the carrd.

― STEP TWO: GET THE MUSIC PLAYER ON YOUR CARRD

for the next step, we're gonna be looking at different music player codes. there are a wide variety of ready-to-use ones already available ( for example here ) or if you are good at coding, you can always create your own as well. whatever you prefer and feel more comfortable with. once you've found something you like, copy the code because it's finally time to actually put it all on your carrd. if you have multiple sections and want your music to be played in all of them, either use a header or a footer and if you only want it in one, put it in the one you want to use for this. click on the little '+' to add an embed element to your carrd ( it's the one with this symbol: '</>' ). scroll down to the 'code' section and paste the code of the music player you've previously copied there. next thing you need to do to make sure it plays the song you want is to locate the '<audio id="audio" src="link here"audio"></audio>' and replace the link with the direct file link of your music. to see if you've been successful, you either need to publish your site or save it as a template ( in case you aren't ready to publish it yet but still wanna check if everything worked as planned ) and it should display the music player and play your music once clicked.

― STEP THREE: CUSTOMIZE IT ( optional )

the last, and optional, thing you can do is customize it to your preferences. this is best done if you have a little knowledge and understanding of html coding, but minor things like changing colors can totally be done without it. for example, if you want to change colors just locate those within the code ( titled 'color' or 'background-color' and they should have a hexcode number right beside it ) and change the hexcode to whatever you want to use. or if it includes text, you can change the font size ( aptly titled 'font-size' ). you can just play around with different settings to see if you'll get something you like ― most of it within the '<style></style>' section of the code is pretty self-explanatory.

#guide.#carrd help #carrd tutorial #tutorial #carrd #rp help #rph #type: guide #( just did this for one of my own carrds so i thought why not make a tutorial if anyone else is interested in this )

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iriscasefiles · 3 months

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HI!! started listening yesterday and i am already obsessed with this show. i was wondering if you would ever have any posters of the logo available? it’s so cool and… the autism… i need!

hi! welcome! i am procrastinating something and so prepare for WAY MORE INFORMATION than you asked for!

we do in fact have a merch store, and actually as of the 7th of February 2024, there is a sale happening. i checked and while unfortunately we don't have posters of the show logo, you can still get that logo printed on:

a variety of shirt types in a wide range of colors

stickers

pins

magnets

pillows

phone cases

totes

a few of these pictured below:

you can find more options by clicking here and scrolling down.

also, while we don't have show logo posters, we do have other Starship Iris poster designs available:

"you make plants grow in cold empty space"

"landers never stand down"

"SPACE BEES"

"penguins get scared too"

official birdie and the swan song merch

some designs might not make sense to you yet, depending on where you are in the show, but they will. oh, they will. (except maybe the penguins shirt; i think i'm the only one who really thinks it's funny.)

with the current sale (which is active for like 62 more hours):

a mini print is 6.8 x 12 inches and $7 plus shipping a small print is 12 x 18 inches and $11 plus shipping a medium print is 16 x 24 inches and $16 plus shipping (they're not all available in this size bc it's pretty big!)

you can also get these designs printed on the aforementioned list of objects. some examples:

the SPACE BEES design is far and away the most popular one for this show, a fact which continues to fill me with joy. i like to think that somewhere out there, a SPACE BEES mini poster hangs in a place of honor in a dorm room, thoroughly confusing someone's roommate.

#tscosi #the strange case of starship iris #shameless capitalism sorry

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joy-haver · 6 months

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Social Fabric; Clothing in a Free Society.

A Speculative Fiction Essay. _

Amongst the anarchists, there are great collective lending libraries of clothes, and accompanying them are great collective laundries. Most clothes that are washed in the collective laundry are held communally, and can be selected from the whole on a basis that anyone can use them, but no one is allowed to destroy them.

Those who do not wish for a great variety of clothing will often go to the seamstresses and tailors and have constructed for them a few perfectly chosen items, or will select a few items from the whole which are close enough to be made over to their needs. Often, these choice items are of a form of traditional dress; those articles that have proven themselves under the wide test of history; kimonos, saris, chitons, the great plaid and shirt, shift and petticoats and stays with an over dress, the various robes of the various monks and nuns - although, there are some more recent designs which serve the function just as well, such as the common overdress. Many of these traditional and custom dressers have very few total articles of clothing, but also rarely share them. In a majority of these styles, there is an under layer that is easy to launder, and most individuals have 2 or 3 of these under layers, and launder only them frequently and often by hand or in smallbatch guilds, creating little strain on the great laundries of the clothing libraries.

With these two main ways of organizing one’s dress, the society manages to keep overall production rather low. Those who wish for variety hold their variety in common. Those who wish for more custom design tend to need little more in the sake of variety. In any case, the total number of clothing articles someone from either group may be using at any one moment is fairly comparable.

Those in society who are at the outlier of size and shape interact similarly to the rest, just in an expansive system of time. New articles of clothing are almost always brought into the fold because an individual cannot find something that suits their exact desires or needs, and there is nothing available which would be appropriate to make over and reshape for the wearer. Items are returned when they are no longer suited, and then they are kept in common till they are suited to another, or made over, or worn out. When one is very large, or needs medically assistive clothing, or is very tall, they have clothing made if there is none available. However, because there is less of a demand on these more specific articles of clothing, they are also worn out less, and take up relatively little in storage space. And so, the clothing of these outliers is also in the library system, just checked out less often- just as a specialized book might be. If something is so particular that after a few generations it still sees no use, it can be made over completely or scrapped for stuffing, and new items can be made for those who come along.

Due to the nature of bodily change; that we will grow, that we will shrink, that we will convert to new religions and reembrace old ones; that we will give life and be taken from it, there are always a fine number of perfectly crafted custom clothes being returned to the share houses and clothing libraries.

Having worked in the laundry, and having worked in the cotton fields and flax thrashery, and in the hunt or slaughter, and understanding of the limitations of production, those who make clothes take great care to make them to last. But that is not the only way that they ensure that their uses can be long in years and multitudinous in function. Clothing that is being made for general use is often made with removable panels to adjust the sizing, and over cloths are often pieced together and held by a great many laces, easily stripped stitches, or zippers. The sleeves are often designed such that many are in great bell shapes, with fastening cuffs that can adjust to a variety of sizes. Buttons and loops can be used to bunch or loose the large folds and plumes of fabric, or to hold them higher and short, which creates a vast array of looks and shapes and configurations of one garment. The same is true of many of the great skirts of the common overdress, which is designed to be floor length, but which can be easily folded and set to rest just past the crotch in a great petticoated cone; or nearly any length in between. These adaptations, along with the lacable panels on the bodice, mean that these dresses can sometimes be worn from child to elder in many configurations, sometimes even by the same individual across a lifetime.

The lower total articles needed by the society, and the immense length of time that many articles stay in circulation, means that garment workers can take much more time for the planning, drafting, patterning, and stitching of each garment. To assist them with this task are the vast collections of patterns, tucked away by generations of previous stitchers, and curated by the many librarians, historians, researchers, and other everyday individuals who take their interests there. There are also a great many people in the society who seek something to fill their minds and their hands, and whom are willing and eager to assist with the hand sewing and embroidery and button hole stitching; but not everything is done by hand. Where it is of no sacrifice to the garment's quality, mechanical means of stitching, riveting, and weaving are used. Those within the society are not against such machinery; they are only against its application for the sheer purpose of speed when speed is not warranted, or the purpose of abundance when clothes already abound. In this society, it is seen as the duty of everyone, the most sacred duty, to use resources in the best ways possible. To intentionally make an easily-exhausted garment is seen as a great disrespect to the cotton, linin, wool, or hide that gave itself for the production, and it is seen as a great disrespect to the others who helped harvest it, weave or tan it, stitch it, store it, and wear it.

The clothes are maintained with regularity, often by each wearer, and also by those who take their work at the laundry. At the great communal undertakings, such as a large harvest or construction, it is not uncommon to see groups take long lunches and darn each other's nipped clothes. In the community houses and eateries, there are also a great many people whose fidgeting hands turn just as gladly to mending as to creating. Objects being moved from one repository to the next are often passed along with people on the rail lines - and often, they reach the new destination having been embellished, cherished, and turned over several times by several hands looking to find where they are weary.

There are many regional variations in dress that develop to suit the climate and culture of the wearer. However, the overlays of climate and culture tend to be rather expansive and slow, not reaching sudden shifts upon some border. And so interchange between the local systems of depositories takes place in overlocking regional scales, with each library of clothing taking its exchange and refreshment from those nearby. The microcommunities of regular laundering and stitching and curating in any area tend to have some overlay with one another, and that overlay allows them to contact one another to ask for specific patterns, fabrics, skill sets, or garments to be shared or exchanged or gifted.

All members of the society participate in the production of attire, as the production of attire is a result of all the interlocking elements of the society itself. Urine collection assists in the processing of wool and leather. Leather and wools themselves are a byproduct of ecosystem management tactics. Sheep eat away at invasive and aggressive plants, and they form a coat to keep themselves warm. They do not shed the coat of their own accord, and those who assist them are left with the need to dispose of it. Not wanting to be wasteful, they turn it towards the purpose of fabric. The textile it makes is incredibly useful; it is warm when wet, it is water resistant, it can hold its shape, or it can be felted into new ones.

This is the general principle of the anarchist’s, that all society is in process, and that the meeting of one need is always in process of the meeting of others. Interlocking systems, in which each individual does what is most helpful for the least effort given their personal and social circumstances, and in which the whole of the society takes on together that work which no one likes to do very much, leads to little begrudging in labor. And the complementary design of the ever changing social systems leads to new innovations being constantly added into the system. The ecological project of invasive species removal leaves a grand number of seeds which cannot be planted; and so the largest are turned over by jewelers as beads, and rendered sterile, whereas others are pressed as dyes, or sterilized as coat stuffing. Many other parts of this flora rendered into cordage or fiber, assisting in making the body of clothes that can be selected for different purposes, but also in the weaving of baskets, which aid in the transport of many things besides the clothes themselves.

Overall, the relationship to clothing amongst the anarchists is their relationship to a great many things. It is complex, as the needs and desires of the community are complex. It is seen at scale, as the management of resources must always be done. Each individual playing their part, the day to day small scale of weaving, wearing, washing, and darning; and the social organism as a whole managing the long term store and circulation. And even then, the social organism and the individual being on the same continuum of self, each covers where the other cannot.

Basic mending skills -in relationality and in fabric- are acquired by most through mentorship, sometimes with relatives, but most often mentorships develop out of the simple connection between one who knows and one who will come to know. The communal holding of labor creates a great many opportunities to ask questions of artisan crafters, and the slow nature of production, and the abundance of skilled crafters, lends to no shortage of time for education. These mentorships often create lifelong structures of support and kinship, and can serve as a primary social means for transference and norm setting, but not all are so long term. Some last but just a single moment, in a single stitch. The informality and overlapping of the mentorship structure leads to many students and many teachers, and often one is a student of one craft and a teacher in another, reversing the roles of knowledge giver and receiver, flattening the power between. And when that is not enough to flatten the hierarchy of knowledge, the simple giving of knowledge over time, and the gathering of one’s own skill, brings the mentor and the student together in talent and regard. If one teacher is a jealous guard of their hardwon tradeskills, the student simply moves on and learns from another, or watches and interprets the actions to recreate them.

Those who are less socially skilled, or who find themselves no compatible mentor, or simply desire extra or specific training, often attend lectures and workshops and such that are arranged by other crafters. Often, these workshops are organized out of a sheer exuberance with one's work, an utter yearning to share information about it. Occasionally however, some person or group will ask of someone to share in an open setting, and this is rarely refused.

There are of course a great many people who participate little to none in the direct social production of clothing, but whose very existence, and whose feedback and desires, inform the trends and advancement of production. There are those with little use of their hands, or an inability to learn motor skills, for whom laundering and stitching and patterning are most often out of reach. The abundance of high quality garments, seamsters of all skill levels, and the length of time in which clothes can remain all lead to their being plenty extra to go around. In fact, it is in designing assistive clothing for these individuals that many crafters take their finest joys, and sharpen their design skills towards greater invention. In building a dress suited for all seasons, not abrasive to the skin, and which can be put on and adjusted with the use of only one finger, for instance, even the greatest crafters must return to thoughtfulness, experimentation, and research. For this reason, those circles of high craft and artisanry spend many meetings and byside conversations discussing the nuances of clothing the disabled. Disabled people themselves, especially those who cannot participate in social clothing, often host the most widely attended lectures and roundtables within the halls of the great laundries and pattern libraries.

Babies also do very little to participate in laundering or stitching, except occasionally bring smiles to the eyes of those doing such work.. And yet it is the babies' clothes that wear out the fastest. They often do not notice the holes to be darned, nor do they ask others to darn them. They take no care when catching the nape of their jumper on a twig, and move blithely forward regardless of the damage. Their exemplary quick growth often means things are quickly returned to the library of attire. However, babies rarely suggest new designs, or give clear and concise feedback on flaws or opportunities, and they almost never order custom designs. This is all of little concern to the stitcher, in spite of it all. Babies' clothes are easy to make, famously small, and can be incredibly entertaining. A swaddling cloth designed to look like a fish becomes, when worn, a stunning image of a baby being eaten by a fish. When the baby is sad, the baby looks sad about being eaten by this fish, and this is heart wrenching and sympathy driving. If the baby is happy, the baby looks happy to be eaten by the fish, and this is silly and jovial. In this way, design can be used to help assure appropriate reactions to the baby's behavior, ensuring socialization and emotional coregulation. The babies being dressed very funny also serves as a good impetus to look at them with regularity and rigor, forming one line of care in the overlapping fabric of child rearing. For all of these reasons, it is not uncommon for the tired milliner to lay down their dress form, and take a restful opportunity to stitch some baby clothes. There are a great many festivals and art fairs in which baby clothes are shown as fun and enriching representations of the collective’s ability. The novelty also rarely wears away, as babies grow so quickly and baby clothes are exchanged so widely that one is always seeing new babies in new fun fits, doing new silly things.

Still, though, the novelty and sweetness of a babe does little to assuage the dread of laundering the baby's diapers. There are a few in the society, however, who don’t quite mind the smell, or who cannot smell it at all. They cannot alone handle the masses of baby breech clothes, but as everyone does what is most helpful for the least effort, there's a lot of effort left over for the more difficult and undesirable tasks. When each knows it has been done for them, and -should things go well enough into age- will be again, it is not hard for most to swallow their pride. But still, some cannot handle it, and turn themselves to other unloved tasks to take their share in the whole.

The menstrual pads and rags and cups are much less challenging, as most can be rinsed or boiled and then washed aside the rest. The blooded water is often boiled down for meal, to be used in the fertilization of soils, just as the wastewater of the babies and the incontinent are processed into the greater waste treatment for ecological return. All things, even the least desirable things, are revitalized to make part of a complete system. The laundering can circle back to the growing of the very fibers from which the laundry came, making them thrive alongside their niche neighbors and other biologic users, such as the butterflies and flowers and vines that form the very dyes that are then represented again in the clothes embroidery and patterns.

There are, of course, some items of particular sizing and customization which must reliably be returned to each individual for whom they were made, until such time that they are no longer of direct use to them. The low sorting pressure applied from the communality within other aspects of the laundry system leaves this a much less daunting task. Those working in the laundries do not have to return each item to its preferred wearer; infact, relatively few and relatively small items are returned. Injury preventing daily support items like bras and corsets, and medical assistive items like splints and braces, take the first priority in both washing and in sorting. Many of these items are also designed to need fairly irregular washing, but the labor required to make them, and the changing nature of the body, often means that wearers rarely have multiples that suit their exact specifications. In this case, the library laundries also keep on hand more general purpose items that perform the same functions, if not quite as specifically. General adjustable braces, a selection of corsets that previous users have given over to the system, a variety of wrap bras, compression bras, and retired bras all serve the intermediate function whenever a custom item is in the wash, awaiting repair, or under construction. The sorting of other items is not unavailable, just rarely used. The most common requesters for this are those who wear underdresses and undershirts, and these being relatively easy items to launder and to sort, this request is most often obliged by simply placing a hold on the item in question. However, something given over to the larger system always has some risk of being missorted, or mistakenly checked out to another, and this is understood by those who choose to handover such important items for general laundering. Hand laundering or small batch laundering are often tactics used to mitigate sorting pressure and ensure diligent return.

Small batch laundering forms a layer of communal organization and laborsharing that is far more personal, and used for more personal items. Crotched underwear is one item for which many wearers have their own personal or near-personal supply. Except in the coldest of environments, these items are rather small, and not difficult to hand wash or small batch launder. These items are often shared between small groups of friends, family, or partners, but just as often held individually. Within the larger laundry system, there are often undergarment guilds which co wash and sort together. This smaller scale tends to provide more comfort and ease than sharing such personal items with a whole library's worth of users, but also helps benefit from the pooling of labor. Still though, there are those who hold these garments in full commons, taking from the library whatever will fit their body and their use, and returning it with no desire for privacy. It is the nesting of larger scale and smaller scale systems that makes the meeting of all of these seemingly conflicting needs simultaneously possible.

There are also some for whom crotched underwear is rarely worn, such as those who primarily wear skirts and underskirts, or shifts or other underdresses, and they often hand launder out of a sense of ease. A couple shifts can take only a moment to rinse, and are often set in soapy bathwater, then rinsed in clean water, then hung to dry. This process fits so neatly within the routine of many wearers that it forms almost no extra labor. However, any particular stains or longwear smells are often requiring of a more specialized removal, and so shifts are then sent to the laundries. This rare return makes individualized sorting somewhat unnecessary. In the great rooms and halls and closets of the libraries, there are sections for different categories of items. One room or wall may be devoted to underdresses, with each section sorted by color, then circumference of the garment's fabric at its waist point, and then from shortest to longest. The measurements of each are typically then sewn in tags to the outer hem. This creates an ease for those seeking to find something in their particular size and use, often such ease that one can find the exact item they left to be laundered just days before. One can even send a message ahead to hold an item, and each item’s tag has a unique identifier. Occasionally these are barcodes, but most libraries have their own systems of identification tagging. The selection of underdresses may be large, but the selection which meets one's needed measurements is often concentrated to a few racks per type of clothing item. In this way, very little time is needed to actually find desired items, especially considering most members in any given community have worked at least a few hours stocking their library’s shelves and becoming familiar with its methods and its collections.

Perhaps the most abundant particular clothing item is socks. In appropriate climates, many individuals wear sandals and slides much of the year, but even so, socks add that extra layer of friction and size adjustment which allows for wear during even hard labor. The greatest extent of clothing mechanization takes place in the weaving of these thinner, warm weather socks. These wear out extremely quickly. A pair of thin socks may only last the dedicated wearer 5 or 10 years, and then, that is with less than weekly wear. Those socks held communally often last even less time, being worn near daily, and get worn out in about a year. The society does have an ethos of repair; however, these items being so thin, and also so easy to produce, they are one of very few items in the society where repair is less sensical than disposal. This quick disposal does form an abundance of easy rags. The society does also have purpose made rags, often those made of old clothes converted to new lives, but the socks fill a different role, especially in cleaning those things that are rather unpleasant. It is no great loss if they are sent to an early life in the compost, but many are used and reused as rags for longer than they ever survived in their intended purpose, as is with many things. The abundance does also lead to them being seen as wonderful test items and craft supplies. A learner trying out a new stitch may use an old sock, and worry less about ruining it and more about learning. This allows breathing room for mistakes within a society where the proper use of resources is the most prized social virtue. These socks are often embroidered with strange frills, and are taken with the others and made into craft items. Dolls of sock are a common children's craft. Sock coats and capes are a pleasant and fashionable adornment, especially for the many festivals, which themselves are lined with sock garlands.

The abundance of socks, however, does not speak to a great uniformity of them. Many cuts, shapes, sizes, thicknesses, and materials are used. For the purpose of laundering, socks are separated from the rest of the clothes, and then themselves are split into batches by cut. From there, they are sorted by size. Different localities have their own standardizations of sock sizing and therefor their own sorting methods. One of the most common methods is that socks of a certain size have a certain number of horizontal lines across the toe. This method makes machine storting and hand sorting both fairly simple and reliable, as well as adding little extra to production. It does sometimes clash with other intended designs of the sock, however, and so is not universal. The interchange of people can also occasionally cause socks of one standard to enter into a sorting system of another standard. These tend to be placed in their own sections at the clothing library, and those who wish for a little more variety in their life often spend time digging through these to find the most different and unique examples, often saving them as personal items to hand launder. Most of the rest, though, are sorted by system type, and, if feasible, used as packing material when a shipment is made to a nearby area that uses that system. If there is no shipment to be made, or if there is more relevant and needed resources to be sent as packing material, then the socks are simply retired early. Even a near wasteless system must balance between reuse, return, and efficacious material and energy management. In such a case, having a few select categories of items which are generally exhaustible and low priority can free up the system to more easily prioritize everything else.

The rest of the worn out clothes are not treated with such abandon as the humble summer sock. The respect of the labor put into them creates little incentive to waste. Trimmings and leavings, the cabbage of the patternmaker, is used to stuff sleeping pillows and mattresses or coats, still being of high quality and not inundated with allergens. Old clothes worn to thinness find new homes in the cookeries and kitchens, assisting in the straining of broths and cheeses, or as the cover of steaming vegetables. The leftovers of cloth, after spending many years in their function with the body, can continue to serve for even longer after. The stuffing of seating, the control of erosion, the wrapping of fruit trees in a harsh winter, lining, all are beloved uses of the clothes of a great granfparent's generation. Work clothes are drawn from those items who are close to being put to these purposes, but whom still hold some rigor. Those tasks which may be most compromising to the cloth are often done in near dressup, emulating the visages of the past. This occasionally leads to rips and tears in the clothing, but it is seen as no great waste, and in the lack of worry, laborers are able to take joy and laughter in the mild embarrassment of a crotch seam bust open. Otherwise, many of those fabrics which are beautiful -but well worn- are turned towards quilting, or used as patches. This creates a fine degree of adornment and expression, with those who do keep personal garments being able to customize to the extreme, and with those socially held garments each having their unique quirks and flourishes.

It is the entropic nature of things to decay, and decay does reach the usufrutuctian society. However, this decay is made use of, slowed, understood, and worked with. Each moment where material reality causes a breakdown in the system becomes an adaptation within the system, increasing complexity and diversity, preparing for the next breakdown, and innovating for new uses. Moments of waste are turned over to become the foundation of other systems, or to be used as input. The very waste of death; that we may die and leave behind that vessel which has made us, is undone in its revamping towards use. The body is processed, with that which is meat serving the ecological role in carnivore rehabilitation, or in feeding those animal domestics which require it. The skin is turned over to leather, often making up shoes, or strong gloves. The same is done with those animals which must be harvested, either for the purpose of ecological management, medicine, materials harvest, research, or cultural use. Those items which would be contaminated if made from one another are made from the other living things; bog tanned hide and organ bags for food and water storage being the most common need. The usufructians do not harvest from animals what they will not harvest from their own dead, feeling no justification in holding only one species’ life sacred. Still, however, the human body does not provide for all services, and the death of animals is inherent to ecological systems. Some, not wishing to take life, utilize glass for drinking and food storage purposes, and avoid all leather whenever possible. But those who can not bear such heavy material,, often require the use of the more light and durable animal derived bags and wraps. These items are treated with even greater care than the fabrics. It is not uncommon that when one sees people sitting down to eat on the sides of the lush walkways, one will notice them spending more time looking over their packing materials than actually eating from them.

The use of animal products, human and otherwise, is treated with both graciousness and solemnity. A great deal of meditations and spiritual practices revolve in part around this posthumous use of the body. Usufructian funeral services are varied, with hundreds or thousands of regional, cultural, individual, and religious options to discern between; but even so, a great majority of them speak of the return. Not all return their body through leather and fed flesh; a great many are composted, returning to the soil which fed them. Some are burned in the great forest fires that bring the flowers. Bones are turned to field powder. All things that come from return to. From ashes to ashes, from life to life, from body to body, from soil to soil, from all to all; to be a usufructian is to eternal only borrow, to never completely own. The anarchist takes what they need, and gives to their ability; and in death, there is alway the last giving.

A central premise of anarchist philosophy is “From Each Their Ability, To Each Their Need”. In the world of the anarchists, the near complete overlap of hobby and labor, alongside complementary labor facilitation systems, social principles of nondestruction, and production paced to an abundant sustenance allows for this to be accomplished. “We who waste not want nothing. We who do not destroy are never led to destruction. We who meet needs are met in abundance,” goes the song the launderers sing to pass the time.

Amongst the usufructians, most beloved is the social relationship.This is the relationship of the individuals to one another, the individual to the society, the society to the ecology, and so on. The social relationship is, in essence, the whole relationality between all parts of reality, interconnected, caring and providing for each other. In this regard, all are cared for and all are accounted for. One who allows their clothes to tatter unmended will be doted upon by the community, offered a great deal of help in repairing them, and in stabilizing whatever aspects of their life must be out of order for such a tragedy to occur. One who does not maintain their leather storage wraps will be repeatedly brought food in glass containers, with many people offering to bring them food each meal, up to their mouths if needed, and to take the storage items to be cleaned afterwards. This is done with a special caution against condescension, and the work is passed amongst the abled participatory community as to not fatigue one anothers compassion. In this way, neglect is managed by understanding that it comes from a place of inability. Those few who are able, but unwilling, often find the hassle of being cared for more exhausting than caring for themselves, and tend to begin maintaining their resources once again. Unable and unwilling is rarely the case however. Most neglect comes from an inability in other respects, throwing one off of balance and out of systemic living. Those who are in greater need are offered care, and offered it with regularity and without shame. This care is like water, and sinks to the low places in them, filling them up, rendering them unneeding; needs continuously being met.

There are occasionally those who seek to accumulate, not wishing to return their clothes. This is often met without issue. A few hoarded items by a few people is not enough to break such an abundant and cared for system, and most of these individuals return their hordes eventually, after community support and care drives them to unlearn their anxieties of scarcity or fear of noncontrol. However, occasionally, one or a few people will attempt to checkout a great sum of the most desired and necessary clothing, setting themselves up as lords of such a resource, and demanding that others give to their whim in order to attain things. In the many upstartist attempts of this nature, this is thwarted simply by those users of a library going to another library for whatever items are now locally scarce. Those whom have such hoarded abundance are then denied the access to remove further items of the type they took, and are given only standards that meet whatever real gap in need they have. Eventually, their whims not being sated, and their laundering now needing to be done individually, they almost always end up returning the clothes to a laundry, and quietly returning to society as though nothing had happened. In those few cases where individuals hold out for their entire lives, the clothes are simply reclaimed upon their death. In rare instances, some small familial groups have established long lineages of holding on to hoards of checked out clothes. However, much of what they know is the library model, and seeing its practicalities, they often emulate its customs and systems. Having no input aside from their own craft, they care for the clothes just as diligently. Within a few generations, they become indistinguishable from the collective laundries and libraries around them, and begin to slowly open exchange and public services. These more isolated library systems do tend to create new systems and innovations in storage, sewing, distribution, and laundering, so, in this way, those who dissent become great contributors to library society. On the scale of time, their return is as blessed as any return to the collective while.

The same principle is applied to any area within the whole that does not seem to be in alignment with the usufructian values. There are those materials that seem more time or labor intensive than their fibers or substance could possibly be worth. However, to a utopian, one who views all society on the great scale of the fullness of time, it is known that ease comes through careful work, not through abandon. The ecologist knows that it is complementarous diversity which brings ecosystemic tranquility. The anarchist knows that it is noncontrolling complexity, each acting in their best towards a shared future, that drives all of reality into collaboration. Each being all three, they clothe themselves not just in the simplest of fibers, which are easiest to mechanize, have the most history and example, and are most comfortable. With such a great portion of labor assuaged, and such a great portion of discomfort brought low, these people find themselves with extra tolerance to bare labor, and extra tolerance to bare discomforts, and they measure these tolerances out and find ways to use them towards the greater social good, and the greater good of themselves. If there is a great waste in hickory nut shells, for instance, one may practice methods of grinding them down into a fine powder, and pressing them with adhesive to form the shape of a sandal. This is not ideal for daily wear. It is too hard and uncomfortable. But the wearer finds themselves building familiarity with the material, seeing where it chips and what surfaces it is assistive to walk on. This process is intended to be personalizing and generative. Even if hickory nut shells never become a meaningfully useful clothing material, their temporary adoption as such allows individuals to build a relationship with them as a material, and explore what they could be used for. All things and all people have their place in the society; so long as careful attention is given, with understanding of needs, through personalization and diversification of the relationships that are had with them.

The society is not, however, in any lack of materials. There are a great many fibers grown in the great many biomes, and much of global dispersement of goods is in textiles, used as packing inbetween medical components and other fragile specialities, and bedding in the rooms of travelers. The great diversity of communities - and the uniqueness of each bioregion- leads to a multitude of fabric fibers, an abundance of processing methods for each, and then still a great many more use cases constantly being developed and discarded and elaborated upon. The many cotton species in the world are referenced in guides for their strengths and weaknesses and sourcing and abundance. Yucca, nettle, wool, cashmere, linin, seagrass, straw, mulberry bark cloth, jusi, silk, river cane, and hundreds more are grown in mixed ecological systems around the world, mostly in their places of origin or long term cultivation. This variety means that crop failure, blight, or other disruptions in one area do little to depress the collective supply of textiles.

To avoid species invasiveness, new crops are introduced slowly and carefully into the ecology of desired regions. The primary focus of new introductions is to provide redundancy in local and regional food systems, ensuring that all nutrients are available in multiple forms at every time of year, preempting crop failures, and ensuring that allergies and other health conditions can be easily dietarily accounted for. However, the longscale nature of society, and the ability to selectively breed native crops towards different seasonality, nutrition, and shelf ripening, often mean that there is little desire to import new food crops. Many ecological maintenance systems are built to expect new species introduction every generation or so (with some more fragile ecosystems being on much longer time scales). While crops suiting some ecological niche besides food are also often needed, such as to hybridize a beloved blighted local species, there still, on the grand scale of time, comes moments where the opportunity to naturalize a new species for the explicit purpose of human use and human joy arises. In these moments, new base fibers for textiles are considered by the sortion selected councils and ecological research syndics, and occasionally are selected.

The clothing arts, being widely shared and thoroughly understood practices - weaving, stitching, drafting, patterning, grommeting, buttonholing, thrashing, and all the rest - all help form the shared cultural motifs by which metaphor, aphorism, and wisdom can be drawn. Young lovers first separating compare themselves often to the grommetted panels of the common overdress; coming apart, fitting together, finding their way into new patterns that suit the body. To unfold one's skirts can mean to be growing, or otherwise, to be seeking more warmth, both emotionally and practically. Similarly, to raise one’s skirt often means one is preparing for hard work, acting unencumbered and uninhibited; tho sometimes it can take on other, more sensual meaning. In the great stories of the many peoples, one often finds motifs of dress demarcating the overall plot of the story, giving character insight, or implying new layers of rich meaning. This shared understanding of material culture is often generative in individuals' attempts to further interpret their own experiences, and in the describing and shaping of relationality between one another.

In this metaphorical approach, it is said that all reality is the fabric resulting from the tension of the threads of dialectical synthesis; overlapping and informing and supporting one another. Physics is the loom. Society wears the fabric. Individual consciousness is the act of looking in the mirror. Social consciousness is the act of looking over the fabric to see how it is made, and to understand its construction. To darn is to reform. Revolution is the act of changing the drape of the fabric, often requiring the ripping of many seams, experimentation, and many practiced and skilled hands to sew it up right.

The richness of metaphors that arise from such a multi-skilled population is a driving force for innovation and communication. Familiarity with the methods of weaving allows for consistent innovation in data storage, requiring less and less resources to store more and more information, which further feeds back into the accessibility of reference material for further garment drafting. The fine motions of needlework teach movements of the hand that carry forwards into music, facilitating unique styles of plucked tremolos, allowing those so inclined to play and bring joy to the laundries with their sweet songs. Experimentation in waterproofing outerwear and soft shoes has led to the invention of canvas boats, as well as patches that can be applied to fix leaks, further assisting in the safe and ecologically sound transport of materials.

All aspects of the society overlap to form a cohesive and coherent whole. Each process is entangled with one another. The waste from one becomes the bedrock of another. Each skill learned in the pursuit of a task is then applied to the next task, and each lesson learned in the specific is then analogically applied to the general.

The society is clothed together in the great cloth of interdependence, woven in the ten thousand strands formed by the tensions of material life. It does not come to pass without thought, or planning, or intention; just as a length of flax left loose will tangle. But together, each giving and using, but none destroying, all are cool in summer, warm in winter, and cozy all year round.

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Nezuko's Favorite: Konpeitou

It's time for Kimetsu Kitchen, and over-analyzing a tiny lore detail! And by tiny, I mean 1.5cm or smaller.

As already stated in the first fanbook, Tanjiro reminds us the Yuukaku Arc Taisho Secrets that Nezuko's favorite food is humans konpeitou, colorful tiny candies that are made almost entirely out of sugar. They are best known for their signature shape, with a bunch of bumps called "tsuno," that is... horns.

Aha, I see what you did there, Gotouge. So in that light, I'm not going to hold back wherever I see connections to Nezuko. First off, like Nezuko, konpeitou also comes in many fun sizes. Because of how the horns are formed with the candies bumping into each other and dripping onto the biggest protrusions, the candies have fewer and fewer horns as they get bigger.

We'll get into how they are made is a second, but first a brief history. Konpeitou, like castella and tempura, were introduced to Japan in the Sengoku period by the Portuguese missionaries. Warlord Oda Nobunaga was even presented with some earlier versions of this "confeit" that had anise at its core for a refreshing finish. However, after the missionaries were kicked out, they disappeared for a time, until Edo-period townspeople in Nagasaki (with access to trading with the Dutch) developed a pan-fried version, which they named 金平糖 (gold-even-sugar). Konpeitou were a rare treat accessible only the rich and powerful, such has the emperor using it for special occasions, until a new and easier method with rotating frying pans was patented in 1903. This was already 36 years into the Meiji period, and Nezuko would had been a toddler.

The first konpeitou factory opened in 1907 in Osaka, which is when they really took off as a wide-spread treat, including being sent abroad in soldiers' rations. The first ones were not flavored, they were purely made of granular sugar and sugar syrup (a mix of sugar and water, so yay, more sugar!), and they came in four different sizes. However, the first variations came when they made a mix of four basic colors to reflect the seasons: pink for cherry blossoms in spring, green for summer greenery, yellow for the autumn leaves, and white for winter snow.

(The closest example I saw to the colors Nezuko might had had available, don't mind those orange ones.)

Throughout the Taisho period they gradually gave way to more popular sweets like ice cream and chocolates, but when Nezuko was a 12-year-old likely around 1912~1913, these would had been widely available and popular.

So how are they made today? Still mostly in Osaka, there's only about 10 factories in Japan that produce them. But only about 5 in Portugal that do, so no wonder people assume they are a Japanese invention! Although you can still find them as purely sugar-flavored and some cafes likes to use them instead of sugar or sugar cubes, you can find them in a very wide variety of colors and flavors now. Basically, if it can be dissolved into syrup, you can color or flavor konpeitou with it.

Konpeitou starts with granular sugar, turned twice a minute in tilted frying pans that are 180cm across at 75 degress C. Every few minutes it gets coated with a scrap of syrup, which gradually makes the candy grow bigger and bigger. It sounds like a simple process, but it takes a lot of patience and practice to get the precise humidity, temperature, timing, and movement to attain a translucent appearance and smooth texture with a pleasing array of horns.

If there is one character in KnY who is extremely patient and can pour that sort of effort into developing something, it's Nezuko. Konpeitou grow only 1mm per day (so it takes two weeks to make a batch of large konpeitou), but that ongoing, dedicated growth is very auspicious, like... hmm. Like what the asanoha pattern on Nezuko's kimono symbolizes. I've always assumed the vines in Nezuko's demon crest symbolized the same thing.

Alright, now to turn this into a Kimetsu Kitchen blog. If you are in Osaka prefecture, you too can join a very brief konpeitou making class to add the finishing touches to a little batch of mostly-finished konpeitou! You get to choose the flavors and colors, and for extra money, you can even add edible gold flakes or get cute jars to put them in. I got to make two batches, one based on the color and flavor already in the first batch. I was concerned out pink and green might mix, so I went with pink followed by yellow for a nice nod to Zenitsu's efforts in Kimetsu Academy to give her the perfect konpeitou. However, I wound up with a nice shade of peachy orange like her hair, and I'm sure Zenitsu doesn't mind.

I call the flavor "drink bar" because I thought a non-pick flavor like melon would be ironic and I wound up with a mix of melon and cola. It's pretty good.

The base konpeitou was purely sugar flavored and white, but with tiny ladles of syrup with food coloring and flavor added and stirred about ten seconds at a time, the shape also gradually changed as the horns got more pronounced. It really is up to taste how little or how much you want to add, they're very versatile once the basics are formed.

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gm-warlic · 2 months

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My friends, the time has come.

As many of you know, I have been working on creating a sourcebook adapting the setting of DragonFable to the Genesys Universal RPG.

After a lot of work, I have decided to release the book in chapters, starting with Chapter 1: Character Creation!

This document is about 120 pages, about a third of the size of what I expect the full book to be. This has everything you need to create your characters, from a wide selection of the fantastical races of DragonFable to a variety of careers patterned after DragonFable’s various classes, and a wide selection of skills and talents to further customize your character!

Remember that this is a supplement for the Genesys RPG, so to properly play this game you will need to also have the Genesys Core Rulebook and a set of Genesys dice (or use the Genesys dice app).

I hope you have fun creating your characters, and I will see you again when I am finished with Chapter 2: Equipment and Gear! (In which we will explore the wide variety of weapons, armor, equipment, and magical artifacts available to characters in the world of DragonFable!)

#dragonfable #df #artix entertainment #rpg #genesys #ae #dnd #ttrpg #Genesys rpg #tumblrfable #DragonFable ttrpg #I am so excited to share this with everyone #I put… a lot of work into this #more than I probably should have

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materialsscienceandengineering · 2 months

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Measuring Time: Electric, Pendulum, and Quartz Clocks

There are numerous types of time keeping devices that qualify as clocks, depending on classifications and sub-classifications. Mechanical clocks were already briefly touched upon in the previous Monday post, and three more categories (electric clocks, pendulum clocks, and quartz clocks) will be briefly described here.

A general category of a variety of clocks, electric clocks are any clock that is powered by electricity instead of other means (whether mechanical or otherwise). They were invented in the 1840s but did not become widely used until electricity was more available to the public. There are several sub-categories of electric clocks and even some electromechanical clocks that rely on both electricity and mechanics. Common varieties include synchronous clocks, which rely on the frequencies of the AC signal, and radio-controlled clocks.

Pendulum clocks are a variety of mechanical clock wherein the time-keeping is reliant upon the swinging of a pendulum. The movement of the pendulum typically rocks a lever back and forth, controlling a weight that slowly drops in time with the pendulum. Because the weight eventually drops as far as it can, pendulum clocks need to be rewound to restart the process.

Finally, the quartz clock is a type of electric clock, wherein the electricity is used to trigger the oscillation of quartz. Quartz is a piezoelectric material. When the electric circuit is turned on, quartz oscillates at a specific frequency (dependent on its size, shape, and crystallographic orientation) that is regular and can be used for time keeping.

Sources/Further Reading: (Image 1 - Wikipedia, Electric) (Image 2 - Wikipedia, Pendulum) (Image 3 - Wikipedia, Quartz) (Electric clocks) (Pendulum clocks) (Quartz clocks)

#Materials Science #Science #Time #MeasurementMonday #2024Daily

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supersonicart · 1 year

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Supersonic Art’s: "Gifts Artists will Actually Love!" (Holidays '22 Gift Guide!)

Here’s a little list of gifts artists will actually love.

The list isn’t comprehensive by any means - in fact it’s quite brief considering how long it could be - but these are a few personal favorites which I think are important and was led to by talking to other artists, learning what their favorite art supplies and tools are, and many years of trial and error on my own.

So take a look below and hopefully find something for that hard to shop for artist or artists in your life (Or something for yourself):

(Some of these links below are monetized and I receive a small percentage of the sale if you decide to purchase something.)

Sketchbooks & Journals:

Maruman MNEMOSYNE Notebook - My personal favorite journaling notebook. This larged-sized notebook has incredibly smooth paper and is just an extremely nice notebook to record anything. It’s the best one I’ve come across and I journal in mine daily.

Moleskine Large Size Sketchbook - An unequaled sketchbook that has been hard to come by for the last few years. Smooth paper that is thick enough and sturdy enough for a wide variety of media, but the truly special distinction of Moleskine’s sketchbooks are how wonderfully the paper accepts graphite. The sturdy construction means you’re able to draw anywhere.

(Pro-tip: If you paint in your sketchbooks, use heavy duty binder clips to close the sketchbook. It will keep the pages pretty flat! But be careful not to smudge undried acrylic or oil paints.)

Pencils

Mitsubishi Hi-Uni Pencil Set - The Bugattis of pencils. These are better than any others. I use them personally and have never come across a better set of pencils.

Mechanical Pencils

Staedtler 925 95 - At nearly $300, the Staedtler 925 95 is the Holy Grail of mechanical pencils. It is the best mechanical pencil ever made and was discontinued because it was too well made (Seriously). You can only find them on eBay these days, but if you have the money and want something truly special, these are worth it.

(Please note - This mechanical pencil is so sought after that there are often imitations being sold. Currently there is only one available on eBay. They show up from time to time. Also please note that this is the “925 95.” There are also 35s and 25s; which are somewhat good.)

Platinum Pro-Use 171 Matte Black - An acceptable (and affordable) replacement for the Staedtler 925 95. Extremely well made and a well-weighted mechanical pencil. It also has a tip protector - which the 925 95 lacks.

Paper

Fabriano Artistico Extra White Watercolor Paper 22” x 30” 140 lb or 300 lb Hot Press - Professional paper for a multitude of mediums. By far the best paper I’ve ever come across.

(“What are you talking about? Arches paper is the best!” – Look, Arches paper is great and I’ve used it plenty of times before, but the moment I started using Fabriano - I never looked back. It is the far superior paper in my opinion.)

Canvas & Stretcher Bars

Artel - I suggest cotton canvas from Artel - An affordable company based out of Belgium that makes truly excellent canvases. Their metal stretcher bars are by far the best stretcher bars I’ve ever had the pleasure of using.

Wood Panels

If you use them or know an artist who needs some, wood panels should be custom built and there’s no one better out there at making them than Craig Hejka at Hejka Studios based in Detroit, Michigan. Craig’s craftsmanship and knowledge is unmatched and exceptional. Seriously: The. Best. You’ll need to contact him directly about having them made, but he has a nice contact form on his website.

Acrylic Paints

Golden Heavy Body Artist Acrylic Paints - These are the best acrylic paints out there. I’m not sure why you would use any other brand other than price. They offer acrylic sets and up to multiple gallons of specific colors. Have fun!

Oil Paints

Well, this one is a hard one. There is such a wide range in discrepancies of color and quality between brands and within brands that it’s hard to narrow it down to just a few items or a set of oil paints.

That being said, every artist who uses oil paints probably needs more white paint for mixing colors. Here are a few of my favorite titanium whites:

Holbein Titanium White - If you’re unable to locate a lead based white from the olden days, this is a pretty good match. (Don’t actually seek out a lead based paint please - They were really amazing, though and this is just sorta an artist joke). This is a fantastic titanium white.

Grumbacher Titanium White - A more than suitable white for oil painting. Probably the best? I don’t know. I use this one and Holbein’s.

Winsor & Newton Titanium White - Another, more than suitable, titanium white.

Please note if buying for someone else: ARTISTS ARE INCREDIBLY PICKY ABOUT THEIR PAINTS. Please ask your artist what brand they prefer before buying them any paint.

Paint Brushes

Qualita Golden Taklon Brushes - You won't believe it, but these brushes by Qualita are spectacular! Not only that, but they won't bust the bank.

Painting Accessories

Silicoil Brush Cleaning Tank - Every artist needs a few!

Richeson Nesting Porcelain Palette Sets - Great for paint mediums .

Stainless Steel Brush Stand - I use this for holding brushes (Wash your brushes by hand).

Easels

Note: I am lucky enough to have built my own easel to my own specifications. These easels have not been tested by me.

The Santa Fe II - This looks to be a fantastic professional easel.

Richeson Italian Field Easel - I hear this is a truly excellent field easel.

Blick Heavy Duty H-Frame Easel - This looks like an excellent beginner’s easel with everything you might need; plus it seems professional and that is great motivation to work more.

Books

The War of Art - A phenomenal book that can help you understand why art is so difficult and why it must be, at all costs, pursued.

David & Goliath - Sometimes what we think are obstacles are actually extremely valuable tools for overcoming adversity. A fascinating read.

I Will Teach You To Be Rich - Being an artist is incredibly expensive. Learn about finances and set things up so that you can continue making art for a very long time.

Barbarian Days - Sometimes you just gotta go surfing.

Ephemera

Retractable Utility Knife - I have at least 5 of these and still don’t have enough. I prefer Milwaukees, but as of writing this Amazon is out of stock.

Wooden Drawer Storage Box - Invaluable and stackable!

Dewalt Cordless Circular Saw - If I didn’t have a circular saw, there would be endless times I wished I had one. A truly excellent gift for any artist - seriously.

Empire Framing Square - A remarkably valuable studio tool. Will be used countless times and will last forever.

Did I miss something or get something completely wrong? Let me know! [email protected]!

#art #painting #drawing #illustration #artists #artists on tumblr #artwork #diy #how to #art instruction #art supplies #fine art #gift guide #gifts

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magnoliacharmed · 5 months

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18+, CM Punk x Randy Orton one shot

[Also available on Archive of Our Own!]

Tags: mutual masturbation, porn video, porn with feelings

Word count: 2909

Summary:

Randy invites Punk over to his hotel room, then gets more than he bargained for.

Punk shoved his raggedy old duffle bag into Randy's arms and walked into the hotel room like he owned it. It was one thing Randy respected about him; he didn't act confident, he was confident. Sometimes, too much for his own good. But Randy was sure someone had said that about him in the past.

"Did you really need to bring all this shit with you?"

Randy stared down at the duffle bag while he kicked the door to the room shut. Punk sat down on the couch, sinking into it without a care in the world. He kicked his feet up on the coffee table in front of it and rested his hands on his chest, blinking pretty eyes at Randy's prone figure still standing at the entrance.

"This is a nice room, a lot nicer than anything they've given me. What do I gotta do to get a suite this nice?"

"Be me."

Punk huffed out his breath dramatically, then rolled his eyes. Randy was such a buzzkill sometimes.

"Or, fuck me. Then you get to stay for a night. Depending on how I feel after, at least."

"Oh come on, Randy. We both know you'll let me stay."

"Don't be so sure."

Randy threw the bag onto the couch beside Punk and walked back into the room. The sun was setting relatively quickly, no doubt because of fat clouds rolling in. They were tinted a pleasant shade of pink and purple and orange on their bottoms, with a threatening deep gray painting the top of them. As hot as it was outside, rain would soon come pouring down. Randy let himself stare out into the distance for a few seconds, tilting his head at the droplets that were already beginning to appear on the window pane, then shut the curtains.

Punk watched the whole thing quietly. Sometimes there were those little moments where he so desperately wanted to know what the hell was on Randy's mind. He wasn't sure he had the balls to ask him though, so he never reached out. The prospect of bothering him with an inane question, breaking whatever this little thing they shared together some nights… Well, Punk had come to enjoy it. So it was best to keep his mouth shut.

"You haven't even asked what's in the bag." Punk's voice held a hint of teasing in it.

"Probably something weird."

"Ouch."

Yes, the stuff was weird. But he didn't need to say it like that, in that deadpan no-joke unreadable way that made Punk twist up inside.

"Lucky for you, weird is what I'm in the mood for tonight. Open it up."

Randy made his way back over to the couch as Punk unzipped the bag slowly. He wanted to shock Randy, in fact he kind of needed to. The shock was what made it especially fun. There was only so many times Randy could call him a bitch or fuck him in some sort of semi-public space before it started to bore Punk.

"Tsk, tsk," Randy shook his head as he rifled through the bag. A red and white striped cheerleader's skirt, a cock ring, various dildos of different colors and sizes… the only thing that caught the barest semblance of his interest were a few DVDs.

"Not weird enough, Punk. Or maybe, predictably weird."

Punk felt like his chest was going to cave in very suddenly. Not weird enough? What the fuck?

"Uh… predictably weird?"

"Yeah, man. I knew you were into this kinda stuff already." Randy threw a transparent purple dildo into Punk's lap as he hit the bottom of the bag. He picked up the DVD cases and fanned them out in his hands. Two were about what Randy expected-- one held a perfect shot of a woman with her mouth wide open and come covering her lips, the other a barrage of stills of a man being fucked in a few different positions.

"Kinda looks like us." Randy turned the case around to Punk and smiled. Thank God. Punk was starting to think he fucked up.

The last case was strangely not of the dirty variety. It advertised some low budget action movie, the kind where every element on it looked poorly photoshopped on. A ripped white sheet of paper was slotted in the plastic covering that covered the actor's body. Randy popped open the case to find an unmarked disc where the movie should have been. He was stumped.

"And what's this supposed to be?"

The little gap in Punk's front teeth was cute. It gave him an air of innocence he most certainly didn't actually possess. Randy couldn't help but to let his cock stiffen slightly at seeing Punk beam up at him while it showed.

"A surprise."

Randy paused at how playful Punk had gotten. He knew to be cautious when he started acting like that. It was best to ignore it for the time being. Soon enough, Punk would spill his own secret. Whether that was because he couldn't contain it or because Randy would get it out of him one way or another was to be seen.

"A surprise? I don't know if I like your surprises."

"You'll like that one. But for now, it waits. Choose one of those other videos."

Randy sat the mystery movie down on the coffee table. He tried to figure out what kind of mood he was in as he looked at the other two videos. Watching Punk squirm while he took his time deciding made it all the more fun.

"Hm, okay. I think I know what I want. Close your eyes."

Punk shut his eyelids and crossed his arms over his chest. Randy turned on the TV and immediately muted it as he pressed a few buttons on the remote to switch the input to the DVD player. The plastic case snapped and popped when Randy removed the disc from it. Very shortly after he let the player take it, the menu queued itself up in all of its bright, naughty glory. Randy let the production logos start, then skipped past all of the scenery set up. Finally, he turned the sound back up just a little.

Punk was being a lot more patient than he expected. It turned Randy on more than he thought it would, so he hurried to remove his clothes. He lowered himself onto the couch, only inches away from Punk's figure.

"Open."

Punk wasn't sure what to look at. Randy sat beside him completely naked, eyes on higher alert than usual, stroking himself slowly for Punk's benefit. He felt his cheeks get hot as he looked up towards the video, the woman with her mouth agape on the DVD cover getting ready to take a large cock into her mouth.

"Undress for me. Then, press play and sit back down."

Punk was off of the couch before Randy could finish. He fumbled to get his jeans and t-shirt off, then rushed over to press play. When he returned to sit by Randy, he made sure their bodies were touching.

"You must have seen the case for this one at my house, huh?" Randy's breath hitched as he twisted around himself. The video wasn't new to him by any means, but it was good every time. He'd shot off to it more than a few times, imagining the dark-haired woman as Punk each time. She even had a lip ring just like his. He wondered if he should do a better job hiding his stash as he recalled Batista coming across it once while visiting and making the connection between the woman and Punk very quickly.

"Maybe," Punk didn't take a second glance at the TV. His gaze fell fully on Randy's body, on the way his chest rose and fell while he stroked away. His head was thrown back while he continued on, feeling the way Punk stared a hole through him. Punk grabbed on to his own dick roughly, applying lots of pressure while he watched Randy. It'd been some time since they'd done this together.

Randy's eyes, as blue as ever, shot open to return a look at Punk. The flush of his cheeks had spread across his cheeks, adding ever so sweetly to that innocent look he loved to put on. Punk felt especially seen, an overwhelming sense of pleasure washing over him.

"Don't you look pretty," Randy smiled at Punk like he was going to eat him up. It wasn't a question, it was a statement. Punk did look pretty coming undone just thinking about Randy.

"Just for you, Randy." Punk pressed his thumb hard at the base of himself. The woman's moans felt much louder in Punk's ear than they actually were. Randy could barely even hear them with the blood rushing in his ears.

"Just for me, fuck."

Randy groaned and took a deep breath. He let go of himself, to Punk's immense disappointment. Punk continued to stroke at the sight of Randy's wet cock bobbing in the air. Punk didn't know where he got the discipline from to just stop at a moment's notice. He certainly wasn't going to stop on Randy's accord. It was selfish, but Randy had come to expect it. He'd even started to get a thrill out of how much Punk couldn't contain himself.

"You can keep going, but I want you to come while I fuck you. So you'd better slow it down."

Punk made a tortured noise that was a cross between annoyance and restraint. He pouted and let his hand flop onto the couch.

"I think it's time for that other video now. This time, you go stand over there and close your eyes."

Randy sighed at the request, but obeyed. It only took a couple of minutes for Punk to swap out the DVDs and position himself on the bed. He arched himself up, shaking his hair out to get it nice and big, and turned his head his neck quickly to peek at Randy still standing in the corner. The remote rested right in front of him, ready for the final step.

"Alright, open."

There was a long, expected silence in the room. Punk kept his ass in the air and wished he could see Randy's expression. If he wasn't angry, he could bet he was surprised.

"What… the fuck?"

Randy could not take his eyes off the image of Punk's fucked out face filling the TV screen. He had a wild look in his eyes as he bit at the bottom of his smiling lip and looked right into the lens of the camera. Randy was right behind him, or at least the blurred movement of his legs were.

"I look hot, huh?"

Randy was too pissed to admit that he looked perfect.

"When did you do this?" Randy's voice was dangerously low.

"Does it matter?" Punk readjusted his arms. They were starting to cramp up.

"No, I guess it fucking doesn't."

The weight of the bed dipped when Randy climbed onto it. He grabbed at Punk's neck hard and forced him to look into his face.

"Are you mad at me?" Punk tried to reach up to give Randy a kiss, but couldn't move a muscle.

Randy took a second to answer. He was mad. Not because he'd been filmed without permission, he didn't care about that. He was mad because Punk had done it first, the sneaky bastard. He'd been planning on asking him if he could have a camera going for a while now. Now he had to come up with some new idea to keep Punk interested.

"I bet you wish I was, I know you like it when I'm angry. No, I'm not mad. I think it's sexy."

Punk almost let the wind get taken out of his sails before hearing that Randy said he thought it was sexy. He pushed his body back into Randy eagerly and inched his way to the remote's play button.

The volume had been turned up significantly from the sudden sound of Punk laughing ringing in Randy's ears as the video started. Randy watched himself pull Punk across-- his own bed? He filmed this at his house? He'd know those dark sheets anywhere. Video Randy grabbed at Punk's waist and pulled them chest to chest together, almost out of frame. He leaned into suck at the flesh of Punk's neck hard, making Punk moan as they both fell back fully on the bed.

It was all coming back to Randy. That session between them had been a particularly good one. Better than usual, and that was saying a lot. Seeing the video now, it all clicked in Randy's head. Punk put on an extra special show just for him.

Punk felt the slicked up head of Randy's cock press at his hole. While he thought they were both watching the video in a daze, Randy had reached over to the bedside table to rub lube onto himself.

Punk was on his back now in the video with Randy still incessantly kissing and sucking at his neck. Those bruises took forever to heal, he remembered. He sported them proudly around the locker room and let the other guys take a guess at which Diva had given them to him. With every new name that came out of their mouths, Punk laughed. Video Punk looked up into the camera when Randy entered him.

Punk of real life's mouth fell open when Randy took the opportunity to slot himself inside of him. He pushed back onto his dick and fucked back while watched the video play. It was unfortunate that the hidden positioning of the camcorder had muffled its microphone. Punk caught a few snippets of whatever Randy had been whispering to him that night and felt his cock twitch below him. He always knew the perfect thing to say. Randy continued to grasp at Punk's hips while he watched the video. What had made him so passionate that night, he couldn't remember. He was at Punk's neck like a vampire, moving from side to side then reaching up to say something obscene in his ear.

Punk moaned a beat off of his moans from the video, filling the room with a loud cacophony of his own voice. He was never not selling it. The smooth, tanned, tattooed skin of Video Randy's back had a bit of a sheen covering it from sweating. Video Punk licked the sweat that dripped down onto his neck as he looked back into the camera, then quickly pulled Randy in for a messy kiss when he began to look up in the direction of the lens.

"Very sneaky of you," Randy growled above him. He was sort of embarrassed at how ready he was to come this soon.

Punk was jumping out of his skin from Randy's pace. His cock swung around heavily below him, begging to be touched. He wanted to save it for right at the end, right at the perfect moment. Randy's legs shook as he continued to fuck Punk hard and the video played on. Not only did Punk look good, but he himself looked good. He always looked good, but seeing himself on video in the middle of sex really did something else for him. At least he knew if wrestling didn't work out, he could always be a pornstar.

Punk angled up to reach at his cock at the impending finale. He just knew it would catch Randy off guard. He of course knew it was coming up. He'd watched the video about a million times before finally debuting it to Randy.

Video Randy slowed down and grinded slowly into Punk, a lewd movement that made Video Punk's eyes shut. They were both about to come.

"God, you look so good, baby."

Randy delicately smoothed Punk's sweaty hair out of his face. In a moment that Punk was sure had to be a slice of heaven, Randy's lessened pace and loving expression sent him careening out to space. He returned the look back to him, his eyes saucer plate huge and adoringly staring at Randy. Together they both groaned in ecstasy, their orgasms wracking their bodies at the same time.

Punk's moan was guttural as he latched onto his dick and stroked. His come shot out on the comforter with rushed spurts that made his legs wobble. Randy followed suit shortly after, breathing heavily. It took him a long time to actually pull out of Punk. He waited for his blurred, wet vision to clear up while he watched the last minutes of the video. He had collapsed on top of Punk, whispering little inside jokes as they both tried not to pass out. Finally, Randy of real life pulled out and fell back on to the bed, his arms spread out while he stared up at the ceiling. Punk climbed off of the bed and headed to the bathroom to clean himself up. Randy hadn't moved an inch when he returned to lie down next to him.

"So, you gonna kick me out?"

Punk framed the question as a joke. Deep down he wasn't sure if Randy was going to send him packing, especially after his little videotape stunt.

"No."

"No?"

"No, Punk. I want you to stay."

"Okay."

Punk didn't press his luck as he moved in closer to Randy's body and the video quietly stopped playing.

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