#AND it’s at a specific size so it’s hard to get a good middle ground

[puppyeared]

Revisiting an older style

#Tried it using my current and old brush just to see XP #the thing about the HB pencil is it’s REALLY good for like depth and thick/thin strokes but it’s so hard for me to get it right #on the other hand blotchy is easier to control cause it keeps a consistent width but it only has like 2 settings. thin line or thick/thin #AND it’s at a specific size so it’s hard to get a good middle ground #talking out of my ass run but I’m just very inconsistent with art styles and brushes and I just learned to accept it #yapping #doodles #my art #myart #Augusta

[drunk-on-dk]

hello sky <3 congrats on hitting 1k yet again!!

here 2 dump my recent hard thoughts for cheol T T: bf!cheol size training you bc 1.) he really doesn't want to hurt you when he splits you open on his dick, and; 2.) he kind of gets off to the sight of you taking a lot of his fingers inside your needy cunt :')

do what you want w this information <33

hi kai!! <33 thank you so much, I really appreciate it (,:

but oh my goodness you are DIABOLICAL for this!!!! this cheol is going to haunt me and im giving you forehead kisses for sharing this information with me - my mind has run wild with it, i hope you enjoy <3

warnings: smut!! (minors do not interact); size kink and size training!!; massive dick cheol agenda; fem! bodied but no specific pronouns; fingering; use of pet names (baby)

"Such a sweet little thing," Seungcheol is crooning at the sight of your tiny little hole sucking in just his index finger. "What makes you think you can take all of me when you're squirming from just one finger? Don't worry, I'll make sure you're all adjusted and ready for me, baby."

"Cheol," you mewl desperately, you knew he liked to take his sweet time preparing you, as you still had yet to easily take your boyfriend's cock without any preparation, but he sure knew how to drive you crazy. It was maddening how Seungcheol peered up at you from between your thighs, with fluffy hair, and blown-out eyes only making your pussy weep for him more.

"I know," he hushes you, his eyes darting from your own back down to your cunt, a shaky breath escaping his lips when he feels your walls contract from a simple curl of his finger. "Think you're ready for another finger?"

You feel breathless as he removes his finger, two fingers now running through your folds and collecting your honeyed arousal. He lets out a chuckle when you whimper out a feeble 'yes,' his fingers dipping in shallowly before diving deeper between your walls, the added friction from the second finger overwhelmingly pleasurable.

The sight of how you quiver from just two fingers is enough to make Seungcheol buck his hips, grinding into the mattress from where he is laid between your legs. He soaks in the way your back arches and the way goosebumps litter your thighs as he continues to pump his middle and index finger into your needy cunt. If he didn't enjoy the sight so much his lips would already be wrapped around your clit.

He could feel the precum collecting in his boxers, his hips that ground into the mattress matched the pace at which he fucked his fingers deeper into your cunt. The imagery alone as his fingers disappeared into your arousal was enough to make his blood rush straight to his dick, feeling impossibly hard and aroused for the little amount of friction provided by each roll of his hips.

Seungcheol continues to stretch you even more, adding a third finger to the mix and pulling the most delectable moan from you.

"How are you still so tight?" He teases, his husky voice giving away just how affected he is by fingering you. Admittedly, he doesn't want to stop ever, he could watch your little cunt, messy and needy, grip his fingers for hours, basking in how your thighs shake around him with each intentional curl of his finger. "Are you doing okay? Talk to me, baby."

"Going too slow, cheol," you whimper, feeling as if you can finally take more, the building arousal burning deep in your lower stomach as your pussy throbs around his fingers. "Please, I need more."

At this point, Seungcheol is carried away, three fingers fucking into you at a quickened pace, stretching and preparing you for what is yet to come later. He can feel his length throb with desire as he continues to thrust his thick fingers deeper inside of you, knowing exactly where to find the spot that has you screaming in encouragement and clamping your legs around him.

He knows you can take another finger at this point, but he is too lost in the moment to add another before he is beckoning you to release.

"C'mon," he coaxes you, using the thumb on his other hand to rub harsh circles on your clit. The sound of your wet cunt and pornographic moans has him quivering with desire, his senses overstimulated by just how perfect you are. "I think you're ready, come for me."

Seungcheol can feel - he can see - your tiny little hole spasming as your slick soaks the palm of his hand. He has to press his hips harshly into the mattress to keep himself from cumming in his boxers right then and there, the beautiful sight of your needy little pussy and orgasmic glow being enough to almost push him to the edge. He absolutely loves bringing you to euphoria just like this, it's almost all he needs to be satiated.

But, oh god, if Seungcheol thinks this is great, he is reminded of just how desperate your little pussy is yet again when he spears you with his cock. You're always so good for him, always taking his hot and heavy length with grace after he works you up so well. He sure doesn't mind taking the necessary steps when you mold to his cock this well.

#kai you menace #thank you for sharing your thots <3 #please stop by anytime #1k tears #svthub #seventeen smut #svt smut #seungcheol smut #choi seungcheol smut #scoups smut #lovely moots 💕 #sky's stars 💫 #kai 🐇

[sofiiel]

Cryptid!Eddie x Reader | PART FOUR

⇠Part 1 | Part 3 | Next⇢

Warnings: Violence. Hurt/Comfort.

A/n: working on a masterlist as soon as I can think of a decent title. My proofreading skills are still atrocious.

Nature called and was calling swiftly, you scrambled from your bed and ran for the bathroom. Nearly tripping over a stray pile of blankets in the middle of the floor.

Happily relieved, you exit the bathroom.

"Wait...a pile of..."

Your eyes fell on the heaped blankets. All of them the ones you'd used for Eddie, all except one.

Your eyes scanned your studio, in the dark glow of the setting moon, it seemed empty.

"Eddie?" you called out. Though he would have been hard to miss.

"Maybe he's downstairs?" you reason with yourself before you worry., heading for the lift.

Though downstairs, as the doors opened, you were hit with the strong breeze pushing through the window curtains. Orange and auburn leaves dance about the bakery floor, more fluttering in by the second.

Your eye hone in on the gagged glass, the hole far bigger than what the brick damaged. It was specifically monster sized.

With eyes the size of saucers, you spend little time rushing back to the lift, going back for your coat. "I swear, if you've eaten Toad -" you utter under your breath.

Shinning the flashlight away from the map and onto your watch, you grimaced at the time.

"This is stupid, he's a giant, he's perfectly fine. Toady goes out on her own all the time, she probably wigged out the window and he probably..."

You exhaled and drew in a gulp of the crisp, chilled air, "burst through the rest of the glass of the shop window like a cartoon character for the hell of it."

No, it still didn't sound convincing to your core.

With a sigh, you steal a glance at the sky above, you wouldn't have long until sunrise.

Already at the edges of town, you shine your light into a thicket. "Eddie? You out there somewhere?" you whisper. It wasn't the first time you'd asked, but you were holding onto hope. After all, your next place to search wasn't one you loved the idea of.

An answer never came, and nothing shifted in the dark. Your teeth sink tentatively into your lip. "I should just go home and wait." you tell yourself.

Groaning her stamp your feet, "I can't."

You now had a long walk to the very edge of town, where the stalks of corn loomed like a pale forest all its own.

"It's taller than I thought it'd be." you murmured. Eyes glued to the corn field, a hand reaching to push aside a few stalks.

Across the gravel road, the fields shifted lightly, rustling. Your skin prickled, and a shiver shook your spin. You check the tree top to find them dancing in the breeze.

"Wind, stop freaking yourself out." you cold yourself. "Let's just get this over with. If he's not here, you go home." you sighed, venturing into the fields.

"Two rules, don't get lost or caught trespassing." you remind yourself, clicking on your light.

Moments after pushing through the thick sea of corn, you came upon trampled ground.

You moved along carefully, but the ground was oddly uneven, sinking every so slightly. Though there was no sign of mud.

Stalks were snapped and folded down and pressed deep into the earth.

Lost in your concentration, you are left unaware of the shifting of corn at your side. Carefully creeping behind you.

Deep into the fields now, you'd lost the trail.

"Damn it." you hiss. Dirt and dust kick up as you turn about, you try to retrace your steps, "just go back, you missed something."

A tin, piercing screech jolts your body, your head turns left and right as you hold your flashlight up as a weapon.

Though, after a beat, nothing happens. Your fight instinct is left disappointed, and you try to calm your racing heart.

"What was that-"

"arhowh!"

Looking down at your feet with mouth slack, you spot a bristled Toad.

She howled at you yet again, her thin patchy curls stood straight while she backed up against you. Her back arched high.

That was never a good sign, bending down, you scooped her into your arms and held her firmly. Your gaze drawn to the direction she faced her fury.

You slowly move backwards, trying to put distance between the two of you and whatever might have given her a fright.

"She isn't afraid of Eddie, so, what's out there? She hates dogs. A guard dog maybe?" your thoughts buzz in your brain.

Though they are muted swiftly but the solid wall at your back.

Your ears tingle at the low growl above you, the guttural rumble bellowed from deep within its core. You held tight to Toad, though she seemed oddly calm, while you cast your shaky gaze up to meet a family face with foreign eyes.

Eddie's eyes capped in white shimmered under the half moon like pearls in the sun. But he didn't acknowledge your presence, his gaze fixed on the disturbance in the corn ahead of you.

"What's going on with your-"

He released another deep growl that rose into a shrill bellow. Eddie's lips parted, and out from them bloomed a warped flower. Flaring to show rows of needled teeth.

You nearly crushed Toad to you, and while your fear spiked into a weight you should feel settle into your limbs, she was calm still.

Another bellow answered Eddie's roar. Whirling about on wobbling knees you gasp at the faceless creature, it sported twice as much muscle as Eddie while they matched in size.

"Oh," you gasp, sucking air into your terror crushed lungs. "My god."

You hit the dirt, flung to the side as Eddie bounded forward. He and the other monster, colliding with audible force.

Gurgled snarls and flapped snaps sounded in the night. Your eyes couldn't focus fast enough to follow the fight. Whimpers and growls broke between the odd hollow yowl.

"They look similar, why aren't they friends?" You thought, feeling the blood your teeth had drawn from your tongue.

"Because they're probably fighting over their food." said the little voice in the back of your head.

"But if that were true, he would have snatched me up and ran. It would be easier than a fight." you muttered, hugging Toad.

With a sound like screeching tires coming from his throat, Eddie is flung. You watch breathlessly as his large body flew over your head, landing into the fields with a dull thud. Dirt and broke stalks fly into the air.

"Eddie!" you called out, getting to your feet with your cat. Toad now digging her claws into your skin.

As you ran for Eddie, the second monster made chase.

"I can't bring this thing back to him if it's just gonna kick his ass!" you thought, changing your course into a new direction.

"Please go to the road!" you panted.

Though, as with how the night was going, you were faced with trees.

"fu-"

Beating and whooshing assaulted your ears. Wind kicked up dust and fallen foliage around you. A quick pain clamped into your shoulders, liquid seeping from around the talons hook into your flesh.

Your scream is strangled in your throat, knotted into silence as you find yourself torn from the ground below you. Rising higher into the air at concerning speeds.

Daring to look above you, you find Eddie, his haunting eyes snarling at the creature below you.

"That's right, It doesn't have your wings." you murmur.

But did this mean you were, in fact, food?

You winced at the tearing pain in your shoulders. Eddie growled one last time before rising further into the sky, taking you and Toad with him.

Holding to Toad firmly, you watched the long drop below you. Unable to decided which was worse, death by tree impalement or as a monster's meal.

Looking up at Eddie, you watched him glance down at you. His eyes seemingly honed in on the blood soaking the fabric of your shirt. He licked his lips in the way a wolf licks its maw after a meal.

"E-eddie?" you stammered.

"It's um, thanks, that was an n-nice save back there bud!" your words chirp out. Maybe you could convince him, remind him you're a friend.

"The shop is the other way, though."

He snarled at you, and your mouth snapped shut.

"Ok, ok. shutting up." you whispered.

"Ah!" you land with pain searing through your shoulder, rocks lodging in a few of the deep, narrow tears.

Scooting away from Eddie as he crawled towards you on all fours. One of your arms cradled Toad while the other aided your escape. Your fingertips dip into freeze water.

Glancing over your shoulder, you take in the small pool of water. You gaze, following the cliff behind it upwards.

You gulped, far below the topside.

In your mind you could recall your map, "this might be the quarry." you thought.

"It would be a good place for a den of sorts."

You broke your thoughts, Eddie was much closer now. His shadow hovering above you, blotting out the light of the moon. He opened his mouth wide, revealing four sets of fangs.

It was only now you'd spotted the dried blood around his lips, crusting his cheeks.

"I'm not food! We, we're roommates! Um...sort of!" you cry out.

You can hear your heartbeat in your ears and feel it in your fingertips as you back away, water soaking into your pants. You'd crawl right into the water if you had to.

Glaring at Eddie, you stopped, "I helped you. Right?" you tried to reason with the wildness in his eyes. Once fixed on your wounds with a primal hunger, they flickered to look at your face.

"So you helped me. I am. Not. Food. Damn it!" your words flow out demandingly.

Eddie's uncanny movement with the tilt of his head was worrying. It was everything horror movies had taught.

But in his eyes, you did not see the same soul you'd seen when you'd first met him. He wasn't a part of himself at this moment. It was much like looking into a picture rather than the physical person.

"This isn't you." you breathed in realization.

"It's some, 'on the night of the full moon' or 'bloodlust' bullshit." you uttered, looking up at him.

Your eyes, however, get sucked in by the deep claw marks near his ribs. The monster had cut into old scar tissue from healed wounds. Without thought, you find yourself reaching forward.

Your fingertips graze the wound past the torn toga, tipping in thick blood, before you press your palm against them.

Eddie froze, the pearlescent cap over this eyes fading away slowly. He flinched, though not at the pain.

"____?" he questioned quietly. Voice hardly a whisper as it trembled.

He sat back, and examined his hands and feet, both coated in two types of blood.

Unable to find words, you focus on the water glistening in his eyes.

"I didn't-"

You shook your head, "no, but if we're honest, you might have." you answered.

Eddie backed away, "you should run." he warned, a hand clutching her stomach. "I didn't feed enough, it won't be long before things get bad again."

"Feed? Blood?" you questioned.

Eddie shook his head, hair falling into his face, unable to look you in the eye.

"No." his words held an ache of shame in them.

You give your dry lips a lick and try to speak steadily, "Take me home. I have meat at home. Raw in the shop freezer."

He continued to hang his head. "If you can still walk, you should-"

"You just fucked up my shoulders, I hauled my ass on foot out here to find you. You're taking me home." you fought. Words not of anger but fear, If you couldn't get him to come back - something in your gut told you he'd never be seen again.

"That look on Lucas' face when it was you. The way he talked about this friend Dustin and your uncle. They need you." you thought.

"You can fight whatever is happening. You can, you didn't feed the night before, right?" you said.

Eddie frowned, "I was exhausted, that's all." he said.

"And you're not now? You tussled with that, that thing. It threw you around like a pillowcase. You should be." You pressed.

Eddie dug his claws into the dirt, his body trembling.

"You don't want to be given up on. Because if you did, you'd be the one to leave."

With your words, he crawled towards you, pressing his forehead to your shoulder.

You finally released Toad, wrapping Eddie's head in your arms, and the act cause his tears to spill over, splashing against your shirt. His tail wrapping around you.

"This is why I hid." he croaked.

"It could have been Wayne, it could have been Dustin, the guys. And I'd-" Eddie rambled in a hoarse whisper. His words faded into a loud sob. "I didn't ask to be this way."

You batted your eyes to fight the salty sting, they were words you'd heard before. Words that cracked something inside at the memory of the sweetest smile you knew, filled with agony.

The memory of a goodbye you'd only recognized when it was too late.

"Eddie, take me back." you spoke quietly.

You stroked his hair comfortingly. "Lucas is coming in the morning and the sun will be up soon. If we go now, no one will see you on the way back." you reason.

Eddie pulled his head away and peered up at you.

His eye searched your face, were you serious? You meant it?

"I'm cold, and we need to do something about these wounds." you said.

He nodded slowly, and got to his feet, lifting his arms the wings beneath them flared and Eddie took to the sky.

You hugged Toad once again and awaited the pain to return to your shoulders. Though this time, Eddie's talon curled gently into them, leaving the skin unbroken.

He took to the sky with you, sharing the same care a gator might while carrying its young in its mouth.

"You were one thousand percent dinner." you thought to yourself at the stark change. Opting to look at the ground below you rather than focus on the terror you'd faced.

Up in your studio, Eddie watched you from a distance, quietly devouring the meat you'd taken out of the shop freezers. It wasn't what his body needed, but maybe it would be enough to help him fight the monster inside.

Toad excused herself long ago to lay on your bed as you patched Eddie and yourself up as best you could. You'd finished wrapping your shoulder and sighed.

Your nerves finally decided to relax.

Eddie finished the last of his meat and stared at his claws, he'd washed them clean as well as the talons of his feet. He couldn't shake the thought, "there's another one out there."

He'd thought the creatures of that place had been run off after the battle.

"But you weren't here for any of that, so you don't know for sure. Some might have survived. You did, didn't you..." he murmured to himself.

"What was that?" you asked him.

Eddie looked up in surprise, "I didn't you could hear me." he confessed.

Setting down your medical supplies, you went to him carefully, "wait, you're saying that the rumors about this town. They aren't just rumors?" you asked him.

Eddie stared at you with a level gaze, his expression leaving his face. "You've seen me. Is it hard to believe?" He asked back.

You sat at his feet from where he sat on the sofa. Looking at his face, into his eyes. Your own eyes narrow slightly, "What happened to you?" you asked him.

Eddie met your gaze, "I tried to be something I knew I wasn't and became everything they all thought I was." he said.

You exhaled, "what does that have to do with, with the bombs and chemical warfare?" you asked.

A large question mark took over Eddie's face. "T-that's not what happened." he said, anger taking over his features, "if that what's been said?" he asked.

"Yeah, the town was evacuated when the fallout floated into it and the military moved in to neutralize-"

Eddie growled, "No!" he shouted.

"Innocent people died because of, Venca! All that shit behind those gates. Someone should have made that public!" he raged.

"Wheeler wouldn't have let it slide....not without a reason..." he then whispered.

You blinked several times, "Vecna?" you asked carefully. "That sounds like a new flu."

"That would have been easier." Eddie muttered.

"So then, what really happened?"

"That would take all night," he sighed.

"Uh, I'm not sleeping after tonight anyway. I've got time, and I'm not going to be lost when 'everyone' shows up tomorrow." you pressed.

When the sun finally took to the sky, the studio was left in silence. Eddie was all too happy to let you stew on the story he'd told. It was clear in your eyes there was a lot to take in, and in his eyes you could see the recounting made him weary.

You watched the cream swirl into your drink, steam rising to caress your nose.

"Jesus...I suddenly regret not believing dad. If all this could be true, there's no telling what else in this world is." you thought.

"Are you alright?" Eddie called out to you, watching as you spaced out.

"I should be asking you the same thing. I'm not the one who went through a whole sci-fi saga in a handful of days, then for years ever after." you murmured.

Your brows knitted together. "What are we going to do about your, eh, hunting episodes?" you questioned.

Eddie shrugged, "Hell if I know. Last night I tried leaving as far away from town as I could. That's what I've done for years. But it's getting harder to stay lucid enough to manage that."

He then looked down at his claws, "If that thing hadn't showed up, I probably would have gone to the farms to find....someone." he confessed.

You shuddered, eyes falling on the worn necklace chain around his neck.

"Hey, can I see that?" you questioned, running your hand along your neck.

Eddie peered down at his chain, wordlessly he reached back and tried to unclasp it. It was a struggle, and there was no way it was happening on his own.

Under different circumstances, you would have laughed.

Going to him, you shifted his hair and offered to help.

"Maybe we should file those claws down a little, to make it easier for you to maneuver." you said.

"I tried," he sighed, "on trees, rocks, metal they're super tough."

Slipping the chain from around his neck you examined it, "it might work or at least give us a warning." you muttered.

Eddie watched you perplex as you wandered off behind your divider.

Once again, you dug into your trunk. A soft tinkle chiming from the bottom as you shifted its contents. "Come on, I hear you." you whispered, continuing to dig.

Finally, you felt the cool metal surface, your mind vividly imagining the silver little object.

Sitting back, you slipped the musical ball onto Eddie's necklace and held it up with a hint of a smile.

It jingled as you returned to him, holding it up.

"A bell?" he asked.

"Before you say it, I'm not nuts. This is a good idea for now, if you let me explain." you rushed.

Eddie remained silent.

"I used this bell when potty training Toad. She was feral when I adopted her and pissed indoors all the time. My brain is trained to wake up when I hear this thing." you explained.

"So when I try to leave in the night,"

"I can wake up and try to get you to calm down or try to get you something that will help your um...your midnight munchies." you said.

Eddie shifted his hair and leaned forward, "I'll try it." he said.

You smiled and quickly went to help him place the belled necklace back on.

When you were done, you stepped away and Eddie glanced up at you. "I owe you one," he said. "Or like forty."

Reaching out his hand, he stopped short of touching your shoulder, his claws twitched, and he drew his hand back.

You stopped him, letting your fingers take hold of his hand, you brought it to your shoulder and pressed his palm to it.

"You can only hurt me, hurt people, if you will it. You have to stop being afraid of yourself." you spoke with solid words. He could not look at you.

"You've seen what I can do."

"Yeah, I saw you stop." You pressed her palm closer.

"You have to trust yourself, you didn't hurt me on the way back here. You knew better than you did when whatever happened, happened."

Eddie gazed at the floor and you sighed heavily.

"Whatever is going on, no matter if you want it or not - and I know it has to feel so strange," you released his hand and stooped to meet his eyes.

"It's your body, It's the thing that houses who you are. You have the ability to decide how it moves, for now. It might feel alien to you, but you can tame that, work with that, learn how to make it feel more like you." you reasoned.

Eddie watched you intently, he flexed his fingers.

"It won't be easy, but you'll need to try. You don't want to give up. You want your life back, your friends. They're coming to see you, which means they want you back, too. Your biggest hurdle in that will be yourself."

Eddie blinked away the onslaught of tears that threatened to roll past his eyelashes. Chucking softly as he did so.

"Yoda, for sure." he laughed quietly.

You smiled and narrowed your eyes a bit, "I just got you back inside, you are already aiming to get put out?" you teased.

Eddie shook his head and looked up at you, something hopeful in the reflection of his eyes.

"I'd like to stay." he said, it fell from his mouth like prayer.

"Then don't call me Yoda." you hummed, turning to head for the kitchen.

"We're all going to need comfort food by the end of this reunion of a meet up." you added.

⇠Part 1 | Part 3 | Next⇢

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #cryptid!eddie x reader #demo!eddie x reader #eddie fic #sofiiel cryptid!fic #no reader physical descriptors #no use of y/n #eddie munson fic

[smallestapplin]

(So this is the request for Emmet finding Ingos sweet little shiny hybrid Lopunny, I’m not to sure how good this’ll be but I’ll be attempting a lead in post to set the general mood Emmet is in about the situation before he finds the female insert which I hope to see how you write the actual interactions!)

(For the actual request some focus on size kink, a bit of fear play and then jealous boys mixed with a very protective Ingo would be great! As a reminder reader has no idea Ingo has a twin the same as Emmet didn’t know Ingo got himself a mate. Sooooo reader gets a nice big surprise well Emmet gets to be furious his brother managed to hide you from him long enough to court and pair bond with you without any competition.)

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This had been bullshit, a few months worth actual and Emmet had actual hit his limit for how much he was will to deal with his twins strange behavior.

Admittedly, it was nothing major at first. Just Ingo returning to the den with something different then he smelled like and well he had ignored Emmet’s questions of what that smell was after enough questioning he got a half lie of.

‘I caught a Lopunny, to small though so let it go.’

Emmet knew that was a lie only because despite his brother astounding poker face Emmet could still read his twin like an open book.

But why lie? That was what was tripping the younger twin up now. Did he have a pet? Was there a human trainer with a Lopunny that was strong enough somehow to force Ingo to let them camp or have passage? Or maybe…

It made him think, which made Ingo nervous as his tail had dusted the ground and he continuously told Emmet to drop it, it was nothing and to Emmet’s surprise after Ingo stopped returning to the den with that scent.

His hair was always wet though…

Things started to grow tense after Emmet decided to take lead and go scout the problem areas of their territory, Ingo had been doing it for a few months now and he’d like to check it out himself. Only to get shot down, rather roughly by the other, there was a lot of bickering about it and by the end Emmet ended up with the left half of the territory from boarder to middle to scout well Ingo had the right from boarder to middle.

He didn’t approve.

Later he tried again to mix things up with scouting and every time he was shot down and he’d noticed over time it was a very specifically area Ingo didn’t want him.

It started to piss him off, it was starting to feel like this piece wasn’t their territory anymore but Ingo’s alone and the white eared hybrid didn’t much care for it.

Surprisingly he did attempt to stay civil with his twin, first he offered to go with him but when that was shot down he said he would go on alone then. That had been the first time in years the two had nearly gotten into a physical altercation but it settled with words just before.

Emmet was going to find what Ingo was hiding from him.

So he kept quiet, stayed in his brothers sight allllllll day so the older twin would let his guard down and then very very early the next day he went to the small patch of land his brother was guarding so fiercely.

Actually wasn’t so hard to find, the place just stunk of his brother like he’d over scented the area defensively, not uncommon after chasing another hybrid out but-

And then he saw you, waking up early with the sun, small and soft looking with long brown hair that almost matched the brown of your ears before they ended in bright cotton candy pink tufts.

You had all the markings of Lopunny hybrid and the behaviors too if that little barrow you crawled out of was anything to go by.

You stood in the early sun, far to care free for what you where as you closed your eyes out in the open and enjoyed a few sunbeams, you wore nothing but a green nightgown with a large neck that hung over your shoulder and exposed a bit more then a more traditional outfit would allow as it barely reached past mid thigh.

So, Emmet could think to himself as he caught the scent of something mellow, sweet, and Earthy. This was the little Lopunny his brother had ‘released’ for being to small.

His smile would nearly split his face, must have been some close call with that ‘bite' on your shoulder though.

Bitty

FINALLY! IVE GOTTEN TO IT!

This took me so long, solely cause I kept reading what you wrote and it kept tripping me up😭 HOPEFULLY this is to your liking.

I tried

🔞18+Only!🔞 no boning, just thoughts.🔞

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Emmet wasn’t sure what’s been going on with his brother, but know he’s positive he knows.

It’s you.

You are what’s been going on.

You’re cute, he’ll give you that.

What could his brother, a Zoroark hybrid, an alpha one at that, want with such a tiny bunny?

You barely come up to their stomachs!

Those bright pink ears of yours are a dead give away! You’re so easy to spot.

A growl nearly escapes him.

Emmet can’t believe this.

All this time, Ingo has been sneaking behind his back, stopping him from checking this area.

All because of you.

He’s hurt his brother doesn’t trust him enough, to tell Emmet he found a mate.

He doesn’t fail to notice how you tense, you know he’s here, don’t you?

You stand still, the air feels tense, like you’re being watched by something that’s not happy about you being here.

It can’t be Ingo, he always greets you so warmly, tail wagging before kneeling to your height.

This feels different.

This feels dangerous.

You rest a hand on the bond mark Ingo gave you, hoping for some comfort.

Slowly looking around you, trying to find an exit or hiding spot.

You den won’t work, the opening is big enough for Ingo to squeeze in, and being an alpha Zoroark hybrid, he’s quite large.

You quickly think of any small holes to hide in.

You look over your shoulder and see him.

Your wide eyes locking with familiar yet distance silver ones.

You were shocked at how familiar he looks, yet so different.

Where there was fur, it was grey, white, and red.

Not the black and red you were use to.

But he was just as large.

His smile was almost akin to a snarl.

You barely had time to blink before he was sprinting to you.

A shriek escapes you, before your running. Just barely dodging his hand. Your heart nearly stops at the livid roar he gives, but you don’t slow down.

Emmet can’t believe it! Al this time you had been right under his nose, and Ingo lying to him!

You’re smart, he’ll give you that. You duck and roll under smaller spaces, and under tree branches. You don’t turn when you hear a branch smack him, his snarl told you enough.

You don’t know who this asshole is, but you know Ingo will show up soon, if you can’t get away you know he’ll take care of it.

“Get back here!”

You refuse to stop.

Your night shirt getting a few new holes was worth it, if it meant you got to live another day.

You make a big circle, looping back around to your den. Hoping to find your mate.

You yelp as you’re tackled to the ground, though you’re surprised you don’t touch the ground. The strange man has you wrapped safely in his arms, making sure you aren’t hurt.

“I.” His face is beside yours, panting heavily.

“Am Emmet.”

with each harsh intake and exhale of air, his chest presses against your back.

“Is..is that it?” You can’t help but be confused.

“And you, are my brother’s mate…yes?”

“Brother?”

You two stare at each other from the corners of your eyes.

You look back to your den, then back to him.

“This is…uh, awkward. Would you like to come into my den for some tea?”

Your floppy ears twitch, as you look up at him.

You can hear his tail thumping against the ground.

“That would be nice.”

Emmet gets off of you, helping you stand. He’s nearly taken aback at the height difference of you two.

Sure, he knows he and his brother have the alpha gene and you don’t, but not even an alpha gene could help you.

You’re so tiny compared to him, like a little toy.

He follows you to your den, relishing in your apologetic chuckle about him having to squeeze in.

His brother’s scent is all over your den, you even have some of the older twin’s shirts.

Ingo must’ve helped must’ve helped you make your den just big enough to fit him. He sat awkwardly at your couch of furs.

He internally scowls, knowing his brother made this for you.

“So Emmet, right?”

His ears peek up.

“I am Emmet, yes.”

You nod as you make tea, telling him your name while you wait for the water to boil.

“I’d ask how you’d know Ingo, but looking at you it’s kind of obvious.” You smile at him, sitting on the furthest part of the couch.

“We are twins. We don’t…we usually don’t hide things.”

While his voice didn’t convey his emotions, his face sure did.

He looked so hurt, that he was surprised his brother hid such a thing from him.

Not only did his brother court you, he mated you, and bonded you! And didn’t tell him anything!

“I’m sorry.”

Emmet looks down at you with watery eyes.

“I don’t know what to say, Ingo never told me he had a brother-“

“He WHAT!?”

You jump in shock, his voice raising as his ears perk up towards you.

Your own floppy ears twisting back.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you!”

Emmet stares at you for a moment before trying to calm down.

You’re likely only use to Ingo, and seeing a strange hybrid that would usually kill you, get upset or angry, must’ve been nerve wracking for such a small thing.

You move a little closer, hoping to show you know he’s just upset by his brother’s actions. Only getting up to get the tea, he laughs at the cup you give him.

“Let me guess.”

“Yes, it’s Ingo’s, I only have a few just meant for him.”

He thanks you for the tea, before you two sit in silence, unsure of what to do or say.

“So when did you and my brother meet? Or the courting?”

You look at him for a moment before answering.

“He started coming by last year before trying to court me. You should’ve seen him, he brought me a sawsbuck to romance me, before realizing at my horror, that that’s not the way to go!”

Your laugh lightens the mood.

Looking down at you, watching you cover your mouth as your laugh slows to a chuckle.

Emmet realizes why Ingo hide you from him.

Emmet knows then and there he would’ve fought tooth and nail, to court you. Strange, isn’t it? Such a small little bunny, and the big bad wolf, as cheesy as it is.

Emmet chuckles silently to himself.

You two fall silent at the sound of footsteps getting closer, looking towards the entrance, seeing a panicked Ingo.

Only for his face pale at the sight of Emmet.

The older twin can feel himself sweating, he wasn’t suppose to be here! He wasn’t suppose to know of you! At least not yet.

You both don’t look too pleased with him either.

He knows he’s in the wrong, hiding his mate from his brother, but they are both Zoroark hybrids! He didn’t know how his hunting crazy brother would react.

“What are you doing here?”

Though he knew why.

Emmet sneers at his twin, but not before grabbing you and hugging you close to him.

“I’m just having a verrry lovely time with your mate! You know, the one you never introduced me to.”

You let out a squeak, though it’s muffled in Emmet’s chest.

The younger twin doesn’t want to admit it, but you fit perfectly in his lap.

Ingo can tell, and can’t help the low growl that leaves his throat.

“Your mate has been nothing but sweet.” The younger twin looks down at you, as you’re pressed flush against his chest.

He can feel his heart beat speeding up.

You’re so small, and nothing but sweet.

And when you look up at him, with those big doe eyes.

He’s made his choice.

He looks back to Ingo with a wide grin.

But you speak up, once you freed your face from Emmet’s chest.

“Ingo.”

It hurt to see his eyes droop and tail between his legs. He knows you’re upset with him, and for good reason, but it doesn’t make it hurt any less.

“I’m upset you didn’t tell me about your brother sooner, even just a mention or heads up would’ve been nice.”

You wanted to tear Ingo a new one, but you’ll do that in private so you can truly give him a piece of your mind.

“I’m sorry, dear. I know I should’ve told you sooner, I hope you can forgive me.”

He makes it hard to stay mad.

You try to get out of Emmet’s hold, only for his arms to tighten around you.

Your yelp has Ingo growling, low and threatening at his brother.

“It’s not fair you got to court such a cute mate!” The younger twins white tail wags, thumping against the furs below him.

“And with these pretty pink ears, it’s amazing I never found them. I could’ve had such a sweet mate all to myself.”

Emmet’s grin turns smug as he glances at his brother.

Ingo is furious at his twin’s words.

“Outside! Now!”

Emmet simply chuckles and places you down.

“I’ll be riiiight back for you, cutie.”

You try to follow them out, but Ingo stops you.

“I want you to stay in here, for your safety.”

“But Ingo I-“

“My sweet mate, I adore you, but this is going to get ugly and I don’t want you to hear me like this.”

His pleading silver eyes stare at you, silently begging you to listen.

And you relent, you grab his hand and kiss the back of it.

“Okay.”

“Thank you.”

The two bend down and wiggle out of your den, walking a little ways away so you’ll hear them less.

“You have such a cute mate, Ingo.”

The older twin says nothing as they walk, but his black fox ears tell his twin he’s listening.

“So small too! And sweet! We share everything, yet you hid such a pretty bunny from me.”

Ingo scowls, side eyeing his brother. Only stoping once he deemed it far enough away from your den.

“Where are you going with this?”

The flowy fox hybrid smiles.

“With how sweet they are, I can see why you’d bond with them. But my question is, how willing are you to share?”

He’s right, they have shared everything.

And since they are just a pack of two, it just makes sense.

“You aren’t telling me all of what you’re thinking, so spill it.”

He crosses his arms, glaring at his twin.

Who only smiles back.

“I want to be their mate too, I want to bond with them, and mark them. You’ve had them to yourself this whooole time! I want a turn to kno-“

“DO NOT.”

They stare at each other, glaring daggers at the other.

“I want to mate them and to be their mate.”

“I AM their mate.” His frown deepens at his brother’s words.

“I am Emmet. I like winning more than anything. I will win their favor.”

“I will choose the next destination based on your talent.”

They didn’t hesitate to rush each other.

The results of this fight will determine if they ask you.

But Ingo is determined to prove himself worthy to be your mate.

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[vashtijoy]

Hi! I really enjoy reading your analyses and thoughts, they're always so articulate and well thought out. Making me go "woah... woah!!" every time I read them haha <3 I'm curious if you have any headcanons on Joker or any interpretations of him that you particularly like ^^ Hope you have a good day!

Thank you, anon! Sorry to say I'm very much a one-trick pony, and I leave all the interesting Joker pondering to my QPP and partner-in-crime Libby/@nardaviel, who writes the Ren to my Goro. I love Joker very, very dearly, he just doesn't make me sit up in the middle of the night going OH FUCK THAT'S WHY—

That said, I mentioned this to Libby and she has kindly written an incredible guest essay, just for you. Enjoy.

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Thanks for coming to my guest lecture! Today I'll be talking about Joker since it seems Vashti just defers to me for his characterization, which is news to me as much as it is to you, since she writes him so well.

Before we venture into territory that's more headcanony, here's the stuff that's more grounded in canon:

His parents are financially stable and support his physical needs, but are emotionally neglectful. Like. Joker is tall, he's healthy, they send him belongings when he goes to Tokyo. But then again, they send him to their friend's barista in another city and never call to check up on him. I've read a lovely fic where the lack of communication was because of a misunderstanding: A Year to Fill an Empty Home by Turandot. But it says a lot that the author had to really work hard to make it possible, I think. (Please be aware that Vashti hasn't read that fic, if that matters to you! It's my rec.)

He doesn't live in the ass-end of nowhere before canon. You can see tall buildings in the background of the Shido flashback, and also, why would Shido be in the ass-end of nowhere? Vashti and I decided he lives in Mito, the prefectural capital of Ibaraki, but that was partly just so we had a specific place for him to be for our RP. It fits, though, I think. Some taller buildings but not all that built up, and Shido would have more reason to visit a prefectural capital in Kanto than another random city of the same size, especially one further from Tokyo.

He had friends and a social life before his conviction. I'm not saying he was a social butterfly, but he seems so shocked and withdrawn in the animated cutscene at the start of the game, and it seems to me that if he was used to being a pariah his reaction wouldn't be so extreme. I also think he dated a couple of times pre-conviction, though it never got serious, and has had his first kiss before he gets to Tokyo, but that really does start to stray into pure headcanon territory.

He's real smart and can pick anything up incredibly quickly. I don't even know if this counts as a headcanon, actually. Look at how good he gets at whatever he chooses to get good at. Coffee. Curry. Billiards. School. Fighting. Making infiltration tools. Flower arranging. Shogi. My guy just has a big wrinkly brain.

He likes being whatever his confidants need. It doesn't feel like a burden to him, it feels rewarding. He needs to be needed, and also, the more they talk about themselves, the more they ask for his help, the more he gives them whatever facet of himself they vibe with, the less he has to reveal of his entire true self, which he has a horror of. I feel like that comes from his upbringing, that sense that people want him to be helpful, they don't want him to be him. It would suit his parents' vibe, and it's deeply embedded in Joker's psyche. It's really not healthy in the long run and it'll wear him out, but I think he chooses it. A lot of the time I see this conception of the PTs as taking and taking and never giving back. And there's some element of truth in that, I guess, but then when you max out their confidants, they all tell Joker they want to be there for him in return. And he just never takes them up on it at all. He doesn't want to.

However! I think Goro brings out something a lot closer to Joker's true self. Goro doesn't ask him for anything, Goro just challenges him, and Joker thrives when challenged--but Goro also requires kindness, especially around the midpoint of the confidant and at the end, and Joker bleeds kindness from every pore. Joker is kind and a daredevil and twisty and kind of a little shit, and Goro brings all that out. He's where Joker can be himself, even though Joker also has to navigate all the Metaverse shit while they're hanging out.

Joker doesn't feel like a fully realized person exists under all the fronts he puts on. The lyrics to Beneath the Mask put this idea in my head, and it fits, you know? If you play a part for long enough, you start to believe the act is all you are. He hasn't sat down and rationally come to this conclusion or anything, it's just a feeling he has on a really deep level. Being a wild card, switching personas back and forth and fusing them together, doesn't help.

The only way to really corrupt Joker is by playing on his fear for his friends, and even that's tough. The Yaldabaoth and Maruki bad ends are both like that, Joker caving and letting a shitty new world form because he can't bear to lose his friends. But in both endings, his friends aren't just threatened, they're already gone. Joker's watched the PTs die, he's heard Goro die. He has to be able to handle some level of threat to them, or he would be an awful leader; it's just when the worst has already happened that the game option appears for him to be unable to handle it. For an idea of what a Joker unable to handle leading the PTs into danger would look like, here's a stunning Strikers fic: Daredevil, You've Hit the Wall by ez_cookie (also solely my rec). I can 100% imagine that he might be like this after P5 canon, but it is after P5 canon. He's not like that during the game.

He is angry as fuck. He doesn't spend every hour of every day seething, but it's always there, ready to light up. He's been angry since his first arrest and it's going to take a whole lot longer than one year for him to get over it, if he ever does. He has nerves of absolute steel and is almost impossible to intimidate, though I suspect the interrogation room might have given him some specific buttons that can be pressed. But if he's not being clapped in handcuffs, like... I think of him glaring at shadow Kamoshida, which is extra disrespectful in a Japanese context, when he and Ryuji are in their dungeon cell about to be killed in a situation too surreal to comprehend. And everyone being understandably freaked out when Yaldabaoth's true form is revealed, and then you see Joker just standing there with his fists clenched.

He has specific principles that he adheres to, at times at the cost of his own safety, but sometimes the principles are not what you might expect a hero's principles to be. Morgana says, "This might kill Kamoshida btw," and Joker's just like, "I guess that's just a risk we have to take." And he lets Ann make her own decision in that regard. Arsene comes with eiha, a curse spell. Joker isn't an antihero at all, don't get me wrong, but he's a hero with a dark aspect.

He's incapable of leaving well enough alone when someone is suffering. Chasing Ann through the metro station, for one thing, and being, if you'll forgive me, very stupidly obvious about solving his confidants' problems in the Metaverse. A bleeding heart. And once he's decided to do something, he's going to do it, and good fucking luck to you if you want to stop him.

But he also enjoys messing around. He teases his friends. He plays little pranks. He bullshits with a totally straight face just to see what happens. He shows off during billiards games. He likes playing video games and reading and other normal hobbies. He's a kid, you know? A remarkable kid, but still just a kid.

In the Metaverse, he's able to be his flashier self, which is not very socially acceptable in reality, especially if you're a delinquent trying very hard not to draw attention to yourself. He has a great time showing off for his friends some more, being ruthless with shadows, and saying some truly wild things when he attacks. I think a big part of it is that he has all that anger and its only real outlet is screaming DIE, DIE, DIE as he rips into shadows. Or, more seriously, summoning all that rage out of his heart and using it to fight back the only way he can.

He comes out of the game extremely disillusioned with law enforcement and the government. One idealistic Diet member confidant isn't nearly enough to counterbalance all of That.

And venturing more into headcanon territory:

Before the conviction, he was just kind of a normal dude. He was restless, because Joker is an adrenaline junkie lol, and he often felt like he was useless. But he was just a kid who hung out with his friends, and studied, and tried to figure out what he wanted to do with his life. He'd worked out that he wanted to do something that made a difference, but that was about it. He'd never thought much about police corruption or any of that. He'd heard about it but he never really thought it would touch him...

His lawyer told him around the time of his trial that his eyes made him look like a criminal, which is where the fake glasses come from. When he isn't wearing them, his eyes are so intense, so I hc that his poor, doomed defense lawyer gave him the giant ugly glasses to kind of blunt the effect. And Joker never ever forgot those words. Your eyes make you look like a criminal. So he kept wearing them. Which is why he takes them off at the end of the game! He finally feels free of the weight of other people's judgment.

He was never super-expressive, but after his conviction he realizes that if he shields himself behind a blank face (and big fake glasses), it's almost like the people who are giving him the side-eye and gossiping about him are talking about someone else. Then that skill becomes useful when he has to hide that he's a wanted criminal lol.

He almost feels like he becomes a different person when he's Joker, not in a multiplicity sort of way but just in that the feeling of being ostracized vanishes, and it takes a lot of uncertainty and anxiety with it.

He cries when he tells Goro he'll stop Maruki. Not full-on sobbing but tears on his face. Then he lies in bed that night and tries to turn himself into someone who can march into Maruki's palace and fight with all his heart to destroy him, knowing that he's fighting to kill the guy he loves. He folds himself smaller and smaller and stuffs himself into a little corner of his mind, and the rest of him empties of everything but the necessity of what he has to do. ...which means on 2/3 he's extremely grim and businesslike all day, but he gets the fucking job done. Then he finds himself in solitary confinement with nothing to do but think about all the ways he failed Goro, so that's cool.

No matter what I do, I can't imagine a universe in which Joker doesn't have some kind of postcanon mental health crisis. Between the trauma of the interrogation room, the trauma of everything that happened with Goro, the trauma of dying in Shibuya after all his friends died in front of him, not to mention everything in the Metaverse beforehand, and how he was treated by society for a year, and how between early November and Valentine's Day he jumped from one terrifying disaster to the next worse disaster... and all the guilt he must feel for, essentially, wiping out an entire reality and murdering everyone there that was alive again, or that would have been born... Even if he stayed in Tokyo, he would crumple without the next crisis forcing him to keep it together a little longer. But he doesn't stay in Tokyo. He goes home and exchanges Sojiro for his parents, and all his friends and confidants for only Morgana.

He dissociates sometimes, even after the postcanon mental health crisis has passed. He learns it in the interrogation room, and once you've learned how to do it, you don't forget. Specifically, he feels like he's a few layers removed from everything that's happening.

More cheerfully: Like I said before, he's a little shit. He says obnoxious things and makes bad puns on purpose because it's funny when people get annoyed. He's the kind of guy who would know full well Han shot first, and because of that, look a Star Wars fan in the face and say, with utter seriousness, "Yeah, but we all know Greedo shot first."

He loves Goro for his cleverness and his bright, scintillating determination, and his cynicism, which strikes a chord in Joker after his conviction. And his devotion, as well, which Goro would think he was imagining but Joker can see it. Goro understands him, and he needs Joker's entire self: kind, giving, competitive, cynical, stubborn, sometimes provocative. And that's impossible for Joker to resist.

I'm sure there's a lot of stuff I've forgotten, but I think that's the outline of my picture of Joker. I am a torturer of characters so a lot of this is angst-focused, but I don't think Joker's entire existence is suffering. His friends bring him a lot of happiness, and his work with the Thieves is fulfilling, though maybe less so at the end.

#asks #persona 5 #ren amamiya #akira kurusu #p5 meta

[purplekoop]

How big are the War Bots respective to humans?

(More specifically: Which bots are smaller than humans? Are there any bots smaller than humans?Which bots are the same size as humans? Which bots are bigger?)

I’d think it’s safe to say all the tanks and Otto are bigger than humans. But I’m still curious about the rest.

I know scaling is hard, so I’m fine with a rough estimate.

Pretty simple answer actually: Martinet, Arber, and Calber are roughly human sized! Most bots are built around a human scale, just smaller or larger to fit their specific purpose.

To be a little more specific, Martinet is specifically about 5'10", since his model was originally built for high-class social events. Calber is a bit shorter though, just to save costs on mass producing military bots. Arber is somewhere in the middle as an adequately average height. Ezela meanwhile is actually a notable bit taller than average, even when on the ground. The tanks and Otto are in fact the tallest, with the order from shortest to tallest being Otto, Navea, Formann, and Harmony. The first two are just a bit taller than 6.5 ft, but Formann is at least 7 and Harmony is nearly 8.

There's also plenty of little guys too of course! Wilderoad, the poster child, is pretty dang short in fact, no more than 5 feet max. Poppett and Sorsier occupy a similar height bracket (ignoring the former's crouched stance and the latter's hat). Burnett is also a similar height, if not a little shorter, but has a bulkier overall body shape. And littlest of all is Xenir, since it's I think a law that the builder character in a class shooter has to be the shortest. They're *short* short too, no more than 4 ft and very likely even less.

The uncertain ones are Yanno, Velenna, and Nekross. The first two are due to impending redesigns, with Yanno especially due for fine tuning on his proportions. He's meant to be a fair bit tankier gameplay-wise than he looks in his current design, but I think he'd look good in the lineup as still somewhat short (around 5 ft) but stockier. Velenna similarly probably won't change much, sticking around the average height gang but looking a bit bulkier with her armor and trailing coat. Nekross is more an issue of clashing design elements, where their initial design is grand and imposing while their gameplay role is more balanced around subtlety. Granted, their design is among the more rough, and on the developmeny priority list they're 18th out of the 16 fully revealed characters just because of their gimmick, so they have plenty of time to wait on a design that hopefully meshes with the best of both worlds.

Fun question though! Sorry for the late response, been busy at a wedding all day on a mountain with no reception. Not like I needed an excuse but hey, I'm not gonna get to use it again any time soon. Probably.

#war bots #asks

[strawwritesfic]

Ryohei Sasagawa x Female!Reader: Cootie Catcher [Ch. 2]

Summary: You liked it better in the old days, when boys had cooties and didn’t talk to you.

Challenge: “What to do, oh, What to do?” by crimsonxtearx5 on Lunaescence Archives.

Ratings/Warnings/Tags: T (Friends to lovers; idiots to lovers; childhood friends; happily blended family; embarrassing parents; civilian!reader; bookworm!reader; opposites attract; Namimori Middle School; TYB!KHR Cast; no honorifics; boxing club; tutoring)

Relationships: Ryohei Sasagawa/Reader; Original Character/Original Character; Kyoko Sasagawa & Reader; Ryohei Sasgawa & Kyoko Sasgawa; Tsuna Sawada & Hayato Gokudera & Takeshi Yamamoto; Hibari Kyoya & Reader; Hibrari Kyoya & Ryohei Sasagawa

Tag List: @imaginesfire

Master List

Chapter 2: Should Have Worn a Cuter Bra

Today had not been a good day. It wasn't even a mediocre day. No, this was full-on [Name] and the Horrible, No Good, Very bad Day territory. With such an auspicious start as waking to the sudden realization that your mother hadn't made it to her doctor's appointment time should have clued you in. You'd spent twenty minutes convincing her to get out of bed, followed by fifteen minutes prying her out of your stepfather's arms. That left you with exactly five minutes to make sure she'd actually left the house and get to school. Shortly after arriving at Namimori Middle School entirely out of breath, your teacher asked for a history paper still sitting on your desk at home. And on top of all of that, tutorials that afternoon turned out to be a special kind of torture. The underclassman you'd been assigned to help in math didn't really seem to need much help once you'd actually sat down—and yet you still had to sit there and watch him go through his worksheet until he finished up.

"Thanks, Senpai! See you tomorrow!” Takeshi Yamamoto waved before he sprinted for the stairs.

“Do your homework!” you shouted after him.

He had his back to you, but he waved again to show he had heard. With a shake of your head, you gathered up the leftover pencils, crammed them into your schoolbag, and stood up. Why, exactly, had he bothered to show up to this tutorial session? Yamamoto's head was so filled with baseball and some mafia game that he'd hardly been able to sit still during your review of logarithms.

Maybe why you'd agreed to spend your afternoons helping struggling second-years was a better question. You pondered it as you made your way down the hall. A perfect grade point average meant you were good at school, sure, but hardly fit to teach your fellow students. But the reason behind your walking out of the school building two hours after classes had finished was an obvious one: Kyoya Hibari. Just the suggestion of you tutoring coming out of his mouth had had you failing to comply, lest you find yourself on the wrong end of his tonfa. Then again, just why he cared where two specific second-years flunked out, you had no idea.

Such thoughts carried you to the school gate. Your mental complaints so preoccupied you that you didn't think much about the fluffy, gray sky hovering overhead. You just wanted to go home, change into something more comfortable than your uniform, and study in peace for the rest of the evening.

And then you realized the rhythmic popping noise on the pavement was not, in fact, coming for your shoes. Raindrops the size of bullets were falling to the ground at breakneck speed. Had you checked the weather before racing to school that morning? Bothered to grab an umbrella just in case? Done the very simple task of grabbing one of your school-issued navy sweaters as you exited the house?

After pressing your lips together as hard as you could for several seconds, you finally lifted your head to the sky and shouted, "Oh, come on!"

“Come on what?”

“Ah!” You turned around to see Ryohei, as usual, standing right behind you. “Ryohei! Don’t do that!”

“Sorry!”

He grinned at you, clearly not sorry, and you felt your heart flip over. You scowled. No. You were supposed to be annoyed at him, not happy to see him. Thankfully, Ryohei seemed pretty intent on making sure you were annoyed, too, if his next statement was anything to go by:

“You’re cute when you’re startled.”

That slapped the frown right off your face. Forget being annoyed. Now you were just horrified. “Wh-What?”

He waved your stammered question away. “Never mind. You extremely missed practice today!”

“Ryohei, I told you I can’t come to boxing club anymore. Hibari has me tutoring.”

He nodded slowly. For one wild moment, you thought perhaps he actually understood. Maybe he could get frustrated and flippant with the school prefect, but not all of you were so fortunate. Some of you actually had to ask how high when Hibari said "jump."

“Do you want to be a teacher, [Name]?”

The question was such a startling change in subject that you actually laughed. “Definitely not.”

“Then come back to boxing club!”

He laughed as well, and threw his arm around your shoulders. Again, you felt like you were being hit by a large rock. Over the years, though, your knees must have gotten used to it, because they barely buckled under his weight at all. Ryohei tugged you toward the school gates before you registered he was speaking again:

“Hibari can get over it, right?”

“Easy for you to say,” you grumbled. “He can’t easily beat you up.”

“Hey! What do you mean ‘easily’?”

"Nothing!”

Oh, sure, that Ryohei understood. Time for a rapid change the subject. As you looked around, you noticed that Ryohei was not, as he normally did after boxing club, taking you to the baseball field to watch his group of second-year friends get up to...well, whatever they'd be getting up to that day. Instead, with his arm still firmly anchored around you, he appeared to be guiding you home.

“Where are we going?” you asked.

“You don’t recognize your own walk home?”

“No, I do. I just want to know why we’re taking it.”

“It’s raining to the extreme!”

“And?”

“I’m taking you home to make sure you don’t catch an extreme cold!”

“Oh, no!” You tore yourself out of his grasp, then took several steps away from him, just to be safe. “Oh no, no, no, no. You are not coming over.”

“Huh? Why not?”

“Because!” You threw your hands in the air and then clamped them across your chest again, suddenly hyperaware of the lack of sweater over your thin, white uniform short. Could this day get any better?

It sure could, because apparently you also got to have a shouting match with your best friend in the middle of the street.

“That’s EXTREMELY not an answer!” Ryohei said.

“Yes, it is!”

"You're not making any sense!"

"I'd make perfect sense if you just thought about what I was saying from time to time!"

Because you couldn’t tell him that you didn’t want him around your mother. Ever since the cruise, when you and Ryohei had been nearly inseparable, she hadn’t shut up about how handsome he was. She wouldn't just say that for Katsuro’s benefit either. He was perfectly athletic in his own right. And so who could your mother be dropping all these hints for except for you? For the past few weeks, even just you being in her presence threw your mother into a fit of “girl talk” giggles. You paled at the very thought of what would happen if Ryohei happened to arrive in time for one of these episodes.

“No, it wouldn't.” He cocked his head to one side.

Your face heated up. Thank God Ryohei never noticed the opposite sex. You could probably relax your arms, but what if someone else walked past? Not that anyone would in this downpour.

Then Ryohei walked toward you, and pressed his hands into your shoulders with a concerned glint in his eye. Something else to worry about? Really? “[Name]," he said very seriously. "Is everything okay at home?”

You could not believe you were having this conversation. Stupid tutoring. Stupid Hibari. Stupid best friend. “Yes. Why?”

“Are you extremely sure?” The concerned look had not left his face. “Because you know…I was thinking…maybe Katsuro is a zombie.”

You deadpanned and peeled each of his hands off your shoulders in turn. “Zombies don’t exist, Ryohei.”

“Maybe you only think that because they’ve extremely turned you into one!”

“My mom and Katsuro are not zombies.”

“How do you know?”

“Because no one has eaten my brains yet.”

“That’s because they know I’ll punch them before they can!”

“Yeah. Sure. That’s it.” You turned away and rubbed your temples. A headache pressed tentatively above your left eye. “Look, thanks for the offer, but I’m already soaked. Kyoko is probably worried about you. Just go home yourself, okay?”

“No.”

“What?”

Ryohei crossed his arms over his chest as he lifted his head to stare down his nose at you. “No. Extremely.”

“Ryohei! I know the way home!”

“I’m not a member of the boxing club!”

“Yes, you are,” he said stubbornly. “I say you’re in it, so you’re in it.”

“That’s not how it wo–”

He lifted his voice to speak over you: “As a member of the boxing club, it is my duty as captain to make sure you get home safe before you catch a cold. It could extremely hamper with your practice.”

“I’m not coming back to boxing!” Even you could hear the whine in your voice now. “Hibari will kill me!”

"No, he won’t!”

“Ugh! Whatever!”

You whirled around and stomped up the street. In some remote corner of your mind, you realized how unreasonable you were being. Normally, you were the calm one, the one who made sure Ryohei didn’t get into fights. Perhaps you could chalk your attitude up to the rest of your bad day, but there was something else niggling at the back of your mind. Try as you might to ignore it, it continued to gnaw its way to the front.

“[Name]!”

“What?” you asked, quietly this time. Ryohei was walking right next to you again, and you didn’t bother trying to run off. He would just catch up with you again anyway.

“I’m sorry.”

“Eh?” You looked straight up into his face. “About what? You don’t have anything to apologize for! I’m sorry I got mad at you and–”

Ryohei shrugged. His concern had been replaced by a distinct aura of awkwardness. “I knew you were having an extremely bad day. I was just trying to make you laugh.”

“Well, thanks.” Without realizing it, you had started to walk along with him in the direction of your home. Maybe Ryohei was crazy and loud, but he was still the best friend you had in the world. “Sorry I got so mad.”

“We’re all entitled to a little extreme anger now and then!”

“Yeah. So…we’re cool?”

“We’re always EXTREMELY cool, [Name]!”

“We are, aren’t we?”

“Are you sure you don’t want to come back to boxing practice? I can have an extreme talk with Hibari.”

“Yeah.” You could see the gate to your yard approaching. “Save yourself. Besides, I kind of like tutoring.”

“You do?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Good! Because I wasn’t going to let you do it if you extremely hated it.”

“It’s nice, you always looking out for me.”

“Of course!” Ryohei must have realized this was you'd come to your stop as well. He came to a halt and grinned at you again.

“Well…bye.”

“Hey! [Name]!”

Ryohei's voice stopped you just as your fingers touched the knob. You turned around. Already anticipating the soup your mother was sure to force down your throat when she caught you in this state, you were not expecting Ryohei’s next exclamation:

“If you can’t come to practice anymore, can I come to tutorials with you? Maybe I can teach your students something extreme!”

A chuckle escaped your lips. “You can only come if you need tutoring.”

He frowned at that, and paused to wipe some sweat–or was it rain?–off his brow. Then he looked up at you with another of his trademark smiles. “Mr. Hatachin says my grades are extremely terrible! Will you help me?”

This time you laughed. You opened the door, and, just before you snapped it closed, you answered. “Of course. See you tomorrow!”

“Bye, [Name]! And thanks for all the help!”

#straw writes #reader insert #second person pov #challenge fic #khr #katekyo hitman reborn #reborn! #ryohei sasagawa #khr reader insert #ryohei x reader #ryohei x you #ryohei x y/n #ryohei sasagawa x reader #ryohei sasagawa x you #ryohei sasagawa x y/n #khr x reader #khr x you #khr x y/n #katekyo hitman reborn x reader #katekyo hitman reborn x you #katekyo hitman reborn x y/n #ryohei reader insert

[void-of-unparalled-chaos]

More things I've said/done this year but this time its specific to majoring in geoscience

*on the verge of an asthma attack, trying to find my inhaler in my backpack, but I keep pulling out rocks instead. The pile of rocks is steadily increasing* "Did I really forget my inhaler? This is so fucking on brand for me" (I did.)

"This is bull-schist."

"How else am I supposed to get my iron if not through licking rocks?"

*Trying to find my pencil sharpener in the middle of calculus lecture. I keep pulling out rocks instead. People are staring.*

"I might have accidentally licked mercury again... maybe."

"I'm telling you, that is NOT sandstone." "Yes it is!" "Fine," *licks the rock*, "the grain size is too small, but I could have told you that before. It's not sandstone."

*trying to ID a mineral in a specimen I collected* "This little fucker makes no sense. The color says Hematite, the streak says Hematite, the luster says Hematite, but the hardness is TOO FUCKING SOFT WHAT IS THIS BULLSHIT???"

"You truly don't realise how much stuff in the ground can kill you until you major in geology."

"I get to lick the toxic minerals as a treat! *other student* said so!"

"Geology is so fucking gay. We talk about cleavage as an identifying feature and dikes and stuff yet somehow people think its such a hetero field."

*I'm underground in a cave, all of our lights are off and we are sitting in silence in pitch blackness* "This is my natural habitat"

*talking about uranium* "Mmmm spicy!"

*watching a video about people who believe in crystal auras putting rocks into water to make elixirs that they drink* "No no no no that's so dangerous what the fuck no." *me and the other geos student in the class stare at eachother with wide eyes*

*climbing on top of a big boulder* "This is enrichment!"

*presenting a powerpoint rating the gayness of rocks and minerals on a scale of 1/10*

*watching a video on lava collection* "Good soup."

*pointing at forminafera* "Macaroni!"

#the void screams back #science #geoscience #science memes #earth science

[pokemon-researcher-corvid]

Week 1: Getting Started

Ok, I’m currently set up in the Eastern Province of Paldea. I’m about three miles away from Levincia. The rest of my research group dropped me off and said their goodbyes, and I’m on my own now. Well, I have my team with me, but I’m the only human I’ve seen out here for a while. It’s the middle of the afternoon, but I’m sort of jet-lagged since I got here yesterday morning from Johto. My plan for right now is that I want to set up some sensing devices (Cameras, sound recorders, night vision sensors, Terra-energy analyzers, etc…) that the Academy has generously lent me, and set up a few observation shelters before nightfall.

The site is located between two riverbeds, so I want to be careful about placements. It would be kind of a nightmare to get the equipment wet and damaged, and moreso if I fell into the water. It’s cold enough as-is at night here, I don’t need a swim! Luckily, most of the equipment here can be affixed to trees so it’s in less danger of being broken by wild Pokémon or damaged by water. The forecast says no rain, so I’m pretty lucky! Pascha and Nikola are Arceus-sends with their mobility and psychic moves to get things set up with me. According to the field surveys I have, this area is habitat to the following species: Kirlia, Mimikyu, Tinkatink, Tinkatuff, and of course the possibility of fairy-type terra Pokémon.

The Kirlia and Tinkatink families are diurnal, while Mimikyu tend to be nocturnal. I intend to spend a week or so active during the day to observe the diurnal lines and then another week active at night to observe the nocturnal Pokémon. Basically, I’m in for the long haul here.

—

Day 2 notes:

Me and my team have set up the equipment and the shelters, and I’m currently on watch for any sightings. While I wait, I’ve been reviewing the survey team’s notes of this area. Soil makeups, mineral deposits, botany reports, all that fun stuff. This place has really rich soil and a lot of tall grass, and a good distribution of woody shrubbery, so it’s a fairly ideal spot for a lot of Pokémon to make their homes. Pokémon in the Field egg group specifically enjoy this type of habitat.

—

Day 3 notes:

Today was the first sighting of one of the lines. Two Kirlia were caught on one of the cameras, and I’ve had Nikola teleport me to the observation den I made (read: a small, camouflaged hollow hidden by undergrowth. It’s dirty and cramped but it helps me see Pokémon in the wild without being spotted myself, so it’s worth the discomfort!) and I’m keeping an eye on their movements. The two subjects are likely both male, based on the length of their horns. One of them is larger than the other, possibly older or higher level.

They appear to be sitting through the loose soil of the ground to search for something. Based on my prior research, they could be searching for evolutionary stones. Male Kirlia can evolve into Gallade when exposed to Dawn Stones, so if they are both male like I suspect they could be engaging in collecting behaviors. Togepi and Togetic do something similar, so this would make sense.

Their diet is something also of note. The sifting behavior they engage in is also effective for foraging. It’s unclear if they are searching for exclusively food, evolutionary stones, or both in equal parts. I’ve observed them collecting nutritionally dense foods like olives, a couple berries, and a lot of seeds. Mostly seeds from the wild grasses from what I can tell. The smaller one also managed to collect an egg- based on patterning it seemed like an unfertilized Dunsparce egg (?) however it’s hard to confirm without getting to analyze the shell pattern up close. The diet seems high in protein and fat, which is important for the health and growth of their horns. They share food fairly evenly between them, however the larger one seems to require more food than the smaller one to support it’s larger body size.

—

Day 4 notes:

Fairly quiet today. There was a lot of fog this morning so I packed up some of the more sensitive equipment in case the condensation became an issue. It’s… very cramped and quiet out here. Glad that I have my team with me. The shelters are claustrophobic and damp, but it could always be worse. I’m going to stock up on better insulated clothing before moving further north, though.

The Kirlia haven’t been around too much today. I suspect that they’re getting ready to move on from this location. I got a very good recording of them performing one of their dances this morning. I want to compare the footage to other examples because, while regional differences and individual preferences do shape Kirlia’s dances, usually you can interpret broad meanings from the choreography. Frantic spinning usually means danger, high leaps tend to be associated with pack-building, all of that type of thing.

—

Day 5 notes:

The smaller of the two Kirlia has located a stone of some kind. Based on what I can see from the observation den and the cameras, it looks like either an Oval Stone, an Everstone, a Float stone, or a Lucky Egg. It’s a round, light grey rock in an oval shape, but I can’t tell exactly what it is from my current position. Either way, the Kirlia have passed it between themselves a few times and seem like they might be taking it back to their nest location. They wandered out about an hour ago, and haven’t returned to the site location since. Based on this, I suspect they won’t return here anytime soon since they didn’t find the Dawn stone they were probably looking for. Still, I got some good notes on their movement patterns, diet, and collecting behaviors, so I feel OK about this data! I didn’t see any Tinkatink during this week of observation, but I’m not pressed about it. The Kirlia provided some strong insights into Pokémon behavior, and there will be plenty of opportunities to see more Tinkatink here in Paldea. I hear that they’re fairly wide-spread.

—

Today makes one week! I’m grateful for the notes and recordings I collected, and I’m going to take a day to rest before switching over to a nocturnal schedule for observations. Every day that passes out here makes me miss hot showers. And beds. A sleeping bag just isn’t the same!

#pokemon #pokémon #pokémon irl #pokémon rp #corvid caws #pokemon irl #pkmn irl #pokemon research #pascha #nikola #Paldea Field Work #kirlia

[bulletproofarcology]

Week 1: Hoseok

Walking into the next wing you spot Hoseok sitting cross legged in the middle of his cell humming a little tune, as if waiting for you to arrive.

“Someone’s looking comfy there.” You quip as you get close enough for him to hear you through the hard light, your kitten heels clicking softly against the hard metal ground.

“As comfortable as I can get, given that I’ve been human trafficked and am being detained against my will.” Hoseok gave you a wide smile.

“Mostly correct, semantics really.” You lean against the hard light of the cell behind you, facing Hoseok. “Against your will, yes. Human trafficked… debatable. Is it really human trafficking if it’s legal and widely practiced?”

Hoseok’s smile twitches. “Debatable, huh.”

“Debatable.” You confirm.

Hoseok’s eyes gleam sharply under the harsh LED lighting. Every part of this man was a weapon, you had to remind yourself. He was a bright one too, and was known for playing tricks when he thought he could get away with it. You needed to be careful here.

As you two stared at each other, sizing each other up, you realized just how to break this man.

He wouldn’t cave like the already worked up Yoongi. He needed a real threat.

“How do you like your limbs?” You asked suddenly.

Hoseok’s smile vanished. He blinked in mild confusion. “Huh?”

“I said, how do you like your limbs?” You repeated yourself. “You know? On a scale of one to ten, how attached are you to your arms and legs?”

Hoseok froze, every cell in his body tensed. “They’re… nice.”

“Nice, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“You like having them? Using them?”

“Yeah.”

“What if I told you that with one press of a button,” You gesture to a panel of buttons and switches next to the hard light wall. “I could have you unconscious and laid out on my operating table. It would be child’s play for an experienced surgeon like myself to rid you of those fleshy, unnecessary extremities you so happen to enjoy.”

Hoseok was now outright glaring at you, all familiar pretenses gone. “You can’t.”

“I can.” You assure. “In fact, I can do it right now, if you don’t believe me.”

Hoseok’s breathing grew a little heavier, his posture less composed. “I-”

You cut him off, “You’re left handed aren’t you?”

He freezes again.

“Answer me or I press the button.”

“Y-Yes.”

“Yes what?”

Hoseok stays silent.

“I said,” You hover your finger over a specific purple button. “Yes what?”

Hoseok takes a shaky, deep breath before scowling and turning his head away from you. “Yes.”

Refusing to call you Mistress was as good a reason as any.

You press the button and watch as a purple smog spills into the room from hidden vents. The vapor quickly fills the area completely and you watch as Hoseok’s panicked face becomes shrouded in lavender smoke.

You hear a thump after only a few seconds, but count to thirty before letting go of the button, just to make sure he was actually out of it. Wouldn’t put it past the ex-assassin to pretend to be unconscious in order to escape.

Calling some guards to come and take him to your operating studio, you start walking to the elevator to meet them there.

Time to teach someone a lesson.

-

As the remote surgery's long recovery cycle completes, a semi-conscious Hoseok is escorted out of the surgery room and catches sight of himself in the floor-length mirror outside the door. You're there as he exits the surgery. You had a good idea what his reaction would be, so you've made sure to bind his right arm and his legs to prevent him from trying to attack you, and muzzle him to prevent him from trying to bite.

His eyes dart desperately from side to side through his tears, hopelessly imploring the mirror to show him something other than this. Anything other than this. The surgical invasion has filled him with horror. He is incredibly and intensely terrified of your total power over his body.

Since you performed the surgery yourself, and you do an artist's work, his health is less affected by the surgery than it would have been if you'd paid some hack to do it remotely. He spent the surgery very aware that you were performing it personally.

Hoseok’s screams of grief echo through the facility, but it doesn't bother you much.

After all, you can always gift him a better arm once he starts to behave himself.

#arcology//hoseok #arcology//update #tw: amputation #tw: noncon body modification #tw: dark #text from free cities

[quantifynorthamerica]

5 Rock-Solid Reasons to Trust the Pros with Your Drywall Installation in Canton

Drywall. It seems simple enough, right? A few sheets here, a little tape there, some spackling, and voila. But, if you've ever tried your hand at hanging or repairing drywall, you know it's anything but simple. 

The good news? There's a hero in our midst, a drywall defender ready to make your home renovation dreams come true. Enter the professional drywall services in Canton. 

Still on the fence about hiring the pros? In this blog post, we’ll dive into the top five reasons why handing over the reins to a seasoned expert might just be the smartest decision you make this year. Let’s begin, shall we?

1. Precision and Perfection: Beyond Just Walls

When you first picture your home's walls, you might think, "How hard could it be?" Some sheets nailed together and a coat of paint, right? Oh, how deceptively simple it appears. 

The truth is, when you delve into the world of drywall, it's akin to diving into an art form. A canvas, if you will, that lays the foundation for the rest of your decor.

Have you ever noticed a beautifully painted room and yet something felt off? That's probably due to the imperfections in the drywall. Bubbles in the tape, uneven panels, or visible screws can detract from even the most beautiful room designs. These little blemishes become glaring mistakes, often requiring tedious fixes.

But here's the magic of professional drywall and ceiling cleaning: they've mastered this art. They approach each room as a blank slate, ready to be transformed into a masterpiece. The edges line up, the mudding is consistent, and suddenly the walls become a flawless backdrop for your interior design dreams.

And let's not even get started on mudding and taping. It's an intricate dance of precision, one that professionals have perfected over countless projects. So, why settle for an amateur performance when you can have a masterclass?

2. Time-Saving and Efficient: Your Time is Precious

Think about the last time you tried to pick up a new skill or hobby. There was a learning curve, right? Maybe some YouTube tutorials, a few mistakes, and lots of “learning moments.” Now, imagine that process with something as pivotal as the walls of your home.

With professional drywall services, there’s no trial and error. It’s a well-rehearsed ballet, each step flowing seamlessly into the next. They've faced every possible challenge and found ways to overcome them swiftly. The result? A project that might take you days or even weeks is wrapped up in record time. And it’s not just about speed; it’s about doing it right while being fast.

And let's talk about tools. The professionals come with a veritable arsenal, ready to tackle any unique wall shape or room size. For the average DIYer, this means either renting or buying tools you might use just once. Pros, with their equipment on hand, cut out the middleman and the extra time that equipment rental requires. Efficiency is their middle name, allowing you to reclaim your weekends and evenings for relaxation or fun.

3. Safety First: More Than Just a Mantra

Safety isn’t just about wearing a helmet or safety goggles. In the world of drywall installation, it encompasses so much more. Those sheets are heavy, often requiring specific techniques to lift and hang without causing injury. And then there's the matter of working at heights or tight spaces, where the wrong move could lead to accidents.

Professionals are like the superheroes of the drywall world. They come prepared, not just with equipment but with a wealth of knowledge about potential hazards and how to avoid them. Every move they make is calculated, ensuring not only the safety of the installation but also their safety.

Moreover, there’s a long-term safety aspect to consider. Incorrectly installed drywall can become a breeding ground for mold or, worse, compromise the structural integrity of the wall. 

Professionals ensure everything is up to code, protecting both your home and your health. It's not just about the visible finish but the hidden security that comes from knowing everything is as it should be. Safety isn't just a priority; it's a guarantee.

4. Cost-Effective in the Long Run: A Wise Investment for Savvy Homeowners

It's an age-old dilemma: splurge now and save later, or save now and possibly pay the price down the road? When it comes to DIY drywall projects, this conundrum comes into sharp focus. Sure, it might seem like you're saving a few bucks at the outset, but have you considered the hidden costs?

For starters, there's the expense of tools and materials. Drywall sheets, taping knives, joint compound, screws, sanding tools... the list goes on. And each item comes with a price tag. Professionals, due to the volume of their work, often have access to discounts or bulk pricing that the average homeowner just can't tap into. This means they can procure top-quality materials at prices that won't break the bank.

But the financial aspect goes beyond just initial costs. Mistakes are expensive. An incorrectly measured drywall sheet, a botched mudding job, or an uneven installation might mean buying more materials and spending additional hours, if not days, correcting those errors. Professionals, with their expertise, drastically reduce the risk of these pricey pitfalls.

Lastly, let's consider the value of your time. What's a weekend worth to you? A day off from work? The hours quickly add up, and soon, what seemed like a 'cost-saving' DIY project begins to look like a pricey endeavor. 

Hiring professional drywall services is more than just paying for a job; it's investing in quality, peace of mind, and, quite literally, the walls that surround you.

5. Stress-Free Experience: Because Renovations Shouldn't Age You

Home renovations are exciting, aren't they? Picking colors, envisioning the final look, and dreaming about the compliments you'll receive. But, with the excitement comes a generous dose of stress. Measurements, material choices, potential errors, and the looming deadline of completing the project can turn even the calmest homeowner into a bundle of nerves.

Now, imagine passing off that stress to someone else. Sounds dreamy, right? That's precisely what you get with professional drywall services with Quantify North America. These pros are like the zen masters of home renovations. They've seen it all, faced every challenge, and know how to navigate the maze of drywall installation with grace and efficiency.

Their experience becomes your shield, guarding you from the common pitfalls and hiccups that can derail a project. You're not just hiring someone to hang sheets on walls; you're investing in a smooth, straightforward, and, dare we say, enjoyable renovation experience.

In Conclusion

Your home is your sanctuary, and every inch of it deserves the utmost care and attention. While taking on DIY projects can be rewarding, there are times when calling in the experts is the best move. 

Drywall installation, with its complexities and potential pitfalls, is one such task. From the perfection of the finish to the time and stress you'll save, there are countless reasons to trust professional drywall services in Canton with your renovation. After all, when it comes to your home, isn't it worth investing in the best?

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#Drywall #Services #Professional services #Professional drywall services

[hahnmcfadden4]

How To Get The Knowledge To Play Ball!

How much do you think you know about the sport of baseball? Even the greats can always learn a thing or two about how to better their game. So, if you really want to become a better player, then you're going to have to put in the hard work using the tips provided in this article. If you are looking to become a better baseball player, it is important to get in good shape. Baseball involves having stamina, as well as power in both your arms and legs. If you are out of shape, it is going to be hard to swing the bat with power and run the bases. Exercise as much as you can, even in the off-season. The bat angle is important in baseball. The bat needs to be about 45-degree angle with the knob of that bat pointing towards the opposite batter's box. All proper swings start here, regardless of their starting position. 토토사이트 is because the bat is in the pitched ball's plane. Unnecessary movements are avoided during swings by using this starting bat angle. When fielding a ground ball, square up on the ball before catching. Many young players go for a side glove catch or a one-handed grab, but with each you are increasing your chances for an error. If you've got the time to get in front of the ball, do so. Use both hands and bend at the knees to help block against a bad hop. If you are playing an outfield position, you need to choose the correct pair of sunglasses. These glasses should not distort your peripheral vision. The best styles are those that are frameless. The sunglass lens should wrap all the way to your temples to help keep the maximum amount of sunlight from your eyes. For the most part, gloves are now designed for a specific position. If you normally play one particular position, get a versatile glove custom made for that position. Try on different sizes until you find the one that fits best. Make sure the glove is well made from high-quality leather. To keep a left-handed pitcher from picking you off at first base, keep an eye on his right foot. As soon as it passes back across the rubber, he has to pitch it. If he throws it to first, it's a balk. If he brings the foot straight up, he is likely to throw it to first. To avoid being picked off while at first base by a pitcher who is right handed, watch his left foot. When his left foot is picked up and is swinging behind the rubber, the pitcher has to pitch. Otherwise, it's a balk and you get to move up to second. As a catcher, practice your throw to second base over and over. You've got the incredible hard job of stopping base stealers when you're behind the plate. It's one of the toughest things to do. It all begins with a quick release and an accurate throw. Practice both, and you'll see that soon potential base stealers will respect that arm of yours and stay put. Use different signs when someone is on second. There's a direct view right to these fingers, so the signs can be seen by him. Change your signs regularly to keep the opposing team guessing. Learn how to throw different types of pitches. With each type of pitch, the ball is held slightly different. For example, with a knuckle ball the middle finger is extended down one of the seams of the ball. The index finger is bent and placed on the other seam. When the ball is thrown in this manner, the ball curves as it gets to the plate. Warming up is 토토추천사이트 to playing a good game of baseball without sustaining an injury. Warm ups should include shoulder stretches, squats and light jogging. It is also important to stretch out your calves and muscles in your back and chest to protect from injury once the game has started. By now you're probably ready to get out of your chair and play some baseball right? Well, of course you are! Just be sure you realize that it takes practice in order to make your newly acquired knowledge work for you. So get your gear and get out there to make some of those tough plays.

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How To Get The Knowledge To Play Ball!

How much do you think you know about the sport of baseball? Even the greats can always learn a thing or two about how to better their game. So, if you really want to become a better player, then you're going to have to put in the hard work using the tips provided in this article. If you are looking to become a better baseball player, it is important to get in good shape. Baseball involves having stamina, as well as power in both your arms and legs. If you are out of shape, it is going to be hard to swing the bat with power and run the bases. Exercise as much as you can, even in the off-season. The bat angle is important in baseball. The bat needs to be about 45-degree angle with the knob of that bat pointing towards the opposite batter's box. All proper swings start here, regardless of their starting position. This is because the bat is in the pitched ball's plane. Unnecessary movements are avoided during swings by using this starting bat angle. When fielding a ground ball, square up on the ball before catching. Many young players go for a side glove catch or a one-handed grab, but with each you are increasing your chances for an error. If you've got the time to get in front of the ball, do so. Use both hands and bend at the knees to help block against a bad hop. If 꽁머니 are playing an outfield position, you need to choose the correct pair of sunglasses. These glasses should not distort your peripheral vision. The best styles are those that are frameless. The sunglass lens should wrap all the way to your temples to help keep the maximum amount of sunlight from your eyes. For the most part, gloves are now designed for a specific position. If you normally play one particular position, get a versatile glove custom made for that position. Try on different sizes until you find the one that fits best. Make sure the glove is well made from high-quality leather. To keep a left-handed pitcher from picking you off at first base, keep an eye on his right foot. As soon as it passes back across the rubber, he has to pitch it. If he throws it to first, it's a balk. If he brings the foot straight up, he is likely to throw it to first. To avoid being picked off while at first base by a pitcher who is right handed, watch his left foot. When his left foot is picked up and is swinging behind the rubber, the pitcher has to pitch. Otherwise, it's a balk and you get to move up to second. As a catcher, practice your throw to second base over and over. You've got the incredible hard job of stopping base stealers when you're behind the plate. It's one of the toughest things to do. It all begins with a quick release and an accurate throw. Practice both, and you'll see that soon potential base stealers will respect that arm of yours and stay put. Use different signs when someone is on second. There's a direct view right to these fingers, so the signs can be seen by him. Change your signs regularly to keep the opposing team guessing. Learn how to throw different types of pitches. With each type of pitch, the ball is held slightly different. For example, with a knuckle ball the middle finger is extended down one of the seams of the ball. The index finger is bent and placed on the other seam. When the ball is thrown in this manner, the ball curves as it gets to the plate. Warming up is 꽁머니 to playing a good game of baseball without sustaining an injury. Warm ups should include shoulder stretches, squats and light jogging. It is also important to stretch out your calves and muscles in your back and chest to protect from injury once the game has started. By now you're probably ready to get out of your chair and play some baseball right? Well, of course you are! Just be sure you realize that it takes practice in order to make your newly acquired knowledge work for you. So get your gear and get out there to make some of those tough plays.

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How much do you think you know about the sport of baseball? Even the greats can always learn a thing or two about how to better their game. So, if you really want to become a better player, then you're going to have to put in the hard work using the tips provided in this article. If you are looking to become a better baseball player, it is important to get in good shape. Baseball involves having stamina, as well as power in both your arms and legs. If you are out of shape, it is going to be hard to swing the bat with power and run the bases. Exercise as much as you can, even in the off-season. India Sports News. is important in baseball. The bat needs to be about 45-degree angle with the knob of that bat pointing towards the opposite batter's box. All proper swings start here, regardless of their starting position. This is because the bat is in the pitched ball's plane. Unnecessary movements are avoided during swings by using this starting bat angle. When fielding a ground ball, square up on the ball before catching. Many young players go for a side glove catch or a one-handed grab, but with each you are increasing your chances for an error. If you've got the time to get in front of the ball, do so. Use both hands and bend at the knees to help block against a bad hop. If you are playing an outfield position, you need to choose the correct pair of sunglasses. These glasses should not distort your peripheral vision. The best styles are those that are frameless. The sunglass lens should wrap all the way to your temples to help keep the maximum amount of sunlight from your eyes. For the most part, gloves are now designed for a specific position. If you normally play one particular position, get a versatile glove custom made for that position. Try on different sizes until you find the one that fits best. Make sure the glove is well made from high-quality leather. To keep a left-handed pitcher from picking you off at first base, keep an eye on his right foot. As soon as it passes back across the rubber, he has to pitch it. If he throws it to first, it's a balk. If he brings the foot straight up, he is likely to throw it to first. To avoid being picked off while at first base by a pitcher who is right handed, watch his left foot. When his left foot is picked up and is swinging behind the rubber, the pitcher has to pitch. Otherwise, it's a balk and you get to move up to second. As a catcher, practice your throw to second base over and over. You've got the incredible hard job of stopping base stealers when you're behind the plate. It's one of the toughest things to do. It all begins with a quick release and an accurate throw. Practice both, and you'll see that soon potential base stealers will respect that arm of yours and stay put. Use different signs when someone is on second. There's a direct view right to these fingers, so the signs can be seen by him. Change your signs regularly to keep the opposing team guessing. Learn how to throw different types of pitches. With each type of pitch, the ball is held slightly different. For example, with a knuckle ball the middle finger is extended down one of the seams of the ball. The index finger is bent and placed on the other seam. When the ball is thrown in this manner, the ball curves as it gets to the plate. Warming up is essential to playing a good game of baseball without sustaining an injury. Warm ups should include shoulder stretches, squats and light jogging. It is also important to stretch out your calves and muscles in your back and chest to protect from injury once the game has started. By now you're probably ready to get out of your chair and play some baseball right? Well, of course you are! Just be sure you realize that it takes practice in order to make your newly acquired knowledge work for you. So get your gear and get out there to make some of those tough plays.

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How much do you think you know about the sport of baseball? Even the greats can always learn a thing or two about how to better their game. So, if you really want to become a better player, then you're going to have to put in the hard work using the tips provided in this article. If you are looking to become a better baseball player, it is important to get in good shape. Baseball involves having stamina, as well as power in both your arms and legs. If you are out of shape, it is going to be hard to swing the bat with power and run the bases. Exercise as much as you can, even in the off-season. The bat angle is important in baseball. The bat needs to be about 45-degree angle with the knob of that bat pointing towards the opposite batter's box. All proper swings start here, regardless of their starting position. This is because the bat is in the pitched ball's plane. Unnecessary movements are avoided during swings by using this starting bat angle. When fielding a ground ball, square up on the ball before catching. Many young players go for a side glove catch or a one-handed grab, but with each you are increasing your chances for an error. If you've got the time to get in front of the ball, do so. Use both hands and bend at the knees to help block against a bad hop. If you are playing an outfield position, you need to choose the correct pair of sunglasses. These glasses should not distort your peripheral vision. The best styles are those that are frameless. The sunglass lens should wrap all the way to your temples to help keep the maximum amount of sunlight from your eyes. For the most part, gloves are now designed for a specific position. If you normally play one particular position, get a versatile glove custom made for that position. Try on different sizes until you find the one that fits best. Make sure the glove is well made from high-quality leather. To keep a left-handed pitcher from picking you off at first base, keep an eye on his right foot. As soon as it passes back across the rubber, he has to pitch it. If he throws it to first, it's a balk. If he brings the foot straight up, he is likely to throw it to first. To avoid being picked off while at first base by a pitcher who is right handed, watch his left foot. When his left foot is picked up and is swinging behind the rubber, the pitcher has to pitch. Otherwise, it's a balk and you get to move up to second. As a catcher, practice your throw to second base over and over. You've got the incredible hard job of stopping base stealers when you're behind the plate. It's one of the toughest things to do. It all begins with a quick release and an accurate throw. Practice both, and you'll see that soon potential base stealers will respect that arm of yours and stay put. Use different signs when someone is on second. There's a direct view right to these fingers, so the signs can be seen by him. Change your signs regularly to keep the opposing team guessing. Learn how to throw different types of pitches. With each type of pitch, the ball is held slightly different. For example, with a knuckle ball the middle finger is extended down one of the seams of the ball. The index finger is bent and placed on the other seam. When the ball is thrown in this manner, the ball curves as it gets to the plate. Warming up is essential to playing a good game of baseball without sustaining an injury. Warm ups should include shoulder stretches, squats and light jogging. It is also important to stretch out your calves and muscles in your back and chest to protect from injury once the game has started. By now Sports news to get out of your chair and play some baseball right? Well, of course you are! Just be sure you realize that it takes practice in order to make your newly acquired knowledge work for you. So get your gear and get out there to make some of those tough plays.

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