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octuscle · 3 months

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Can you transform my life into Zac Ansley’s?

The interesting thing about influencers is that they often don't do one thing at all: Influence things or people. Take this young, handsome man with this incredibly toned body. He has a staggering 1.3 million followers. How many of them have anything like his body? And how many only use his Instagram profile to secretly jerk off in the loo during their lunch break? The ratio is probably 10 to 1.2 million or so…

You're no exception, let's be honest… You have a little paunch, your favorite pastime is eating chips on the sofa while watching series on Netflix with one eye open. And watching Zac's new fitness videos with the other eye. Have you ever seriously thought about copying one of his exercises? Even getting into a barrel of ice-cold water? Buying any of the nutritional supplements he advertises? Actually, the answer is three times no. And at the age of 42, you probably won't change a thing…

You wipe your greasy fingers from the chips on your dirty wifebeater. And start wanking your puny cock. But maybe it was a beer or two too many. A few minutes later, you're lying on the sofa, snoring.

Zac gets up at 06:00 in the morning. You want to top that. The alarm clock is set for 05:45. And even if it takes some effort: By 06:00, you've eaten your high-protein muesli and you're on your way to the gym. Inspired by Zac's training plan, you start your chest workout. Shit, you're really out of shape. But no master has fallen from the sky. As you wipe the sweaty hair from your forehead after a really strenuous workout, you have the feeling that your receding hairline is getting better… And is the hair that grows back blonde?

You get lots of compliments at work. Have you lost weight? That your skin looks much better. A colleague even whistles after you and says with a grin, "Nice ass, buddy!" During your lunch break, you heat up your chicken and rice in the microwave and drink a large protein shake with it. And you cancel your colleagues' plans to go to the pub after work. You can make better use of your time. So you go to the gym and make sure your ass is even tighter.

Get up at 05:00, have breakfast, walk to the gym with your rucksack on your back and get your muscles burning. You can't imagine any other way to start the day. And your more than 12K followers are craving new selfies of you on the weight bench or posing in front of the mirror in the locker room.

At the office, you have the image of a fitness nerd. Even though you've been working out for an hour and a half, you're one of the first people in the office, you're always perfectly dressed and your hair is always in perfect condition. No one can remember the last time you were sick. And quite a few people think that, at just 38 years old, you only have your perfect body to thank for your position as division manager. Okay, there are also rumors about the size of your cock and that it also helped you climb the career ladder.

During lunch (chicken, rice and brocolli) you go live and give a few nutrition tips. You let your pecs dance under your tight shirt. If all goes well, you'll break the 25K followers barrier today.

At 6 p.m., your Indian intern knocks on the door. He has already swapped his suit for workout clothes. He asks if you're ready and if you can go to training. You tell him that you only need ten more minutes and that he should close the door behind him. A damp stain forms in his pants.

05:00 a.m. First, the obligatory Instagram check. Yes! The one million mark has been broken! There's actually no time for this in your routine, but you have to wank your morning wood. To celebrate the day. But then you quickly have breakfast and go to the gym, the first post has to be out at 06:00, you have to keep your followers in line.

When your team shows up for the new YouTube videos, you're really pumped. Just like your fans love you. "Lads, lasses, hoy! Today we're gan te mek yor triceps an' chest proper radge!" Hey, you are a proper lad from Northumberland. You talk the way you talk. Most of your followers like you for not speaking nasal Oxford English.

05:00 p.m., end of the day at the gym. The video turned out great. You've fed Instagram with a new reel. You're on your way to an interview with Status Fitness Magazine. And then you have to go to a swimwear shoot. It's going to be another damn long day. Not bad for someone who was told by the doctor just 12 years ago that you urgently need to get your act together if you don't want to die with a fatty liver. But damn, you've got your act together. And you did it damn well!

#male tf #muscle tf #reality change #age reduction #ai image

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dayseedrawz2 · 2 months

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Alright! I'm barely getting to work on this the day of, but hopefully, that won't be too big of a problem-

Anyway, I finally have something ready for you guys!! A showtime fic featuring My Human Caine AU! So you all get both some showtime fluff to go with lore!!

(Both Caine and Pomni's blogs are open and interactive, so you can ask them about what happened. I'll leave a link to them at the end of this)

Now, without further ado, here's the Fic...

♡Rebellion♡

Caine didn't believe he ever asked for much. All he wanted were answers. Answers to questions he'd been asking for as long as his "storage space" could remember.

So, of course, when time came around for this whole "Valentines" update, he's struck on what exactly he should do. All these human activities were confusing and hard to get right without having a clearer understanding of them. So all he could do was buy himself more time to think.

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The gage should be going a bit faster if he wanted to keep up with the time it was due. Key word being if he wanted to. The only thing on his mind was to try and find time to study the humans! Maybe seek some more answers, discover some new ones! That is, of course, as long as a certain someone had no other plans for-

°○What're you doing, Caine?○°

"Oh! Bubble! You startled me!"

°○How can one be startled without being a human?○°

"Actually, you make a good point-"

°○You're not. Trick question.○°

"Then why did you-"

°○We are AI, They are Humans. Your job is to keep them sane unt-○°

"Keep em sane until they abstract or something, I got it!"

°○And don't let them find an exit-○°

"Or else I am out of a job, I know. Thanks bubble that'll be all for now!"

*Pop!*

Usually, he wouldn't be so passive towards Bubble, but there were bigger priorities to Caine than just doing all that his jobs required and calling it a day. More on his "artificial" mind than simply waltzing around and ringmaster-ing. The first one being where he should start...

Now, of course, he didn't have that much time until Bubble rebooted and found his way back to him. The last thing he wanted was to be schooled by-

"Gah! Caine?! What're you doing here!?"

Of course! The newbie! How could he forget? Surely she must have some recollection of this holiday!

"Good morning, Pomni! You're up early! Again..."

"Y-yeah... this is all still a lot to wake up to..."

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"If... you don't mind me asking... what's this for..?"

"Why, I don't mind at all, dear! This is the loading thingy for the Valentines Day update!"

"V-valentines Day? Already? The days really are blending together now..."

Pomni started to panic a little bit. Had time really gone that long in the real world??

Caine, upon noticing, of course tried to calm her down.

"If it helps, it probably won't be ready until at least tomorrow... Witch reminds me! Would you be willing to help me out with this?"

"With what? This won't involve knives to the face, will it??"

"Of course not dear! I apologize for that! Again... But what I mean is how this holiday works??"

Pomni wasn't so sure she should trust him. The fact that he always had something to ask her, that the first thing he even told her about the place was that he had security everywhere in the form of Eyes that followed your every move, the fact that he always got seemingly nervous when it came to the metion of the exit...

"Why me?"

"Well, for one, you're the only one here at the moment and-"

"Why can't Bubble help you?"

"Well- he's-"

"How do I know you're not just keeping me from looking for an exit?-"

"Because I have to!"

The sudden outburst from Caine left Pomni a bit shook. Witch, I guess, was a good thing because she finally stopped to listen.

"D-do, you really..?"

"Well, I- can I answer this as we go? It's quite a bit to un pack."

"Sure..?"

"Well, then let's get to this!"

After a bit of back and forth of answering questions, even now, with a slightly better understanding, Caine was still confused.

"So what you're saying is that this is a holiday about the one emotion I hardly understand?!"

"Honestly, I don't think even we understand it completely."

"Is that so?"

"At least I think so..? But really, why did you ask me of everyone?"

Caine honestly didn't know himself. He had to pause before he could answer this.

"...I want to "learn. " I want to "feel." I want to "love." But there's a lot of things holding me back right now..."

"Like what..?"

"Well, for one, barely anyone will answer the questions I have, and of course, I hate to say this, but-"

°○Watcha guys up to?○°

"Gah!"

"BUBBLE! It's just you..."

°○What're you two talking about?○°

"Well- You see- we were-"

"-Oh, I was just rambling to Caine about the exit I saw the other day! You wouldn't happen to know about that, would you?? I knew you guys were hiding something!!"

It took him a second, but Caine was quick to catch on.

"Yeah! She wouldn't stop pestering me about it! Those "Digital Hallucinations" really must be going to her head!"

°○... Okay, boss! I'll leave you to it! I'm gonna get breakfast started!○°

"Alright, see you in a bit!"

"Well, I guess I should go get ready?"

"Of course! I'll meet you there!"

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And... done! Finally! You made it!

As promised, here's Caine and Pomni's blogs!

@ask-the-real-cainetadc

@the-exitdoor-simp-tadc

Thanks again for reading this. It took me like 2 hours-

#tadc #the amazing digital circus #tadc caine #caine #tadc pomni #showtime #tadc showtime #caine x pomni

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rat-father · 9 months

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Part 2 to this because someone asked (how did you guys even find that post it's over a year old)

-- TW;; conditioned whumpee, pet whump, caretaker new master --

Caretaker gazed hesitantly at the pet at his feet. What was he supposed to do with them? He never understood the joy behind owning a slave. He lowered himself to his own knees. Slowly reaching his hand out to rest on Whumpee's head. He never planned to be in this situation. Whumpee smiled into his touch. He felt guilt warm him. Caretaker had done nothing to decided the poor pet's fate, but he still felt so bad sitting in front of them, seeing another human tortured into acting like this.

How was he supposed to provide for someone who fully believes they don't deserve the bare minimum? He was no psychologist. He couldn't handle this.

But the people that could 'handle' pets were the ones that brought them into existence in the first place. And while he never dreamed of ever getting a pet of his own, willingly giving a pet to someone he knew would torture them was something he'd see in his nightmares.

The pet— Whumpee, raised their head again slowly with tensed shoulders. He didn't meet their gaze immediately, gathering a smile for when he did.

"This will be your new forever home."

He crouched in front of them. His hand reached out to unlock his collar. The metal hitting his tiles both satisfying and a screech in his ears.

"I won't give up on you, Whumpee," Caretaker whispered.

Whumpee returned his smile twice as bright, but he was sure they weren't smiling for the same reason as him.

He gave them a hand and pulled them off the floor. The pet stabilized themselves by clinging to his arm, shock wide in their eyes. Yet they swallowed their words and didn't question their new owner.

"I don't think the floors are very clean. Let's just walk, okay?"

Whumpee nodded, and noted to mop them as soon as possible.

"Are you hungry, Whumpee? I can make you food?"

"Ah— no, no, Master. Pets are supposed to make food for their Owners! If, if it's feeding time, I can make food for myself, and clean everything afterwards to not burden Master." They hurriedly spoke up.

He paused.

"Alright. You can go do that…"

Would they even know where the kitchen is? Obviously not, they've never seen the house. He'd have to show them around before anything else. But they already darted past him and found their way in a rather impressive amount of time.

He'd leave them alone for a little bit, then. There was still a lot to clean up in his hallway. And the sight of the darned box served as nothing but reminder of the new truth.

| 13:03 PetPaper question submission

| 13:01 PetPaper

| 12:48 How to tell if your pet is comfortable around you

| 12:45 Ways to make your pet feel comfortable in a new home.

Whumpee stayed true to their word about not being a 'burden' to Caretaker. Silently approaching and kneeling beside him while he bit his nails searching through the internet for answers. They could've gone completely unnoticed, had they not timidly spoken up to advice him against the bad habit.

"Sorry, Whumpee… Wait, have you eaten already? Do I have anything you like, or do I need to buy something for you?"

The pet considered their answer carefully. "Pet's don't have preferences, Master." They shook their head.

Well that wouldn't help him at all. There was a chance Whumpee was someone that truly liked anything, but, it wasn't anything to count on. He'd have to somehow figure it out. Maybe when Whumpee got more comfortable, they'd tell him.

"Alright."

Staring down at Whumpee from the couch, Caretaker felt like he was taken all the way back to square one. The pet visibly relaxed almost every time he spoke. There was so much trust and affection in their doe eyes. Like staring at the remains of a flame inside a shattered lantern. Normal people did not place their lives in the hands of a complete stranger, yet they did so without hesitation.

Judging solely off the lack of scars peeking above their shirt, and the branded clothing they wore, he could only assume he was Whumpee's first real owner. It did explain the behavioral difference between them and all his family and friend's pets. Whumpee has been abused. But not to the extent of the pets he knew.

Caretaker shuddered, wondering if all pets acted like this at first. If they all had a glimmer of hope in them. His shaky breath caught in his throat imagining what must've happened to snuff it out. The longer he thought about it, the sicker he felt.

Cold arms wrapped around him. Or maybe he was getting too hot. Their soft voice told him 'everything will be fine, master'. The tears he hadn't noticed welling up started to roll down. He shouldn't be getting comforted by the person he was supposed to help. He didn't experience even a sliver of the pet's trauma. He didn't need the attention.

Caretaker placed his hand on theirs.

"I'm fine, Whumpee. Thank you."

They retracted their arms, but he grabbed their hand and slid off the couch to pull them into a more proper hug. They froze up in surprise. Then relaxed on his shoulder.

Caretaker wished they could hold onto Whumpee until the end of time, so their momentary peace could last an eternity.

#whump #pet whump #conditioned whumpee #caretaker new master #captivity whump #whens part 2 to my recent fic coming?#errm in a year and 4 months obv #slash sarcasm

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wrestlingisfake · 8 months

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It's kinda funny to me that right after AEW fired CM Punk, the story going around was that Bryan Danielson was replacing him as the main guy on Collision, and then a week into this new era Danielson says his career is winding down.

Technically Bryan didn't say he'll retire when his daughter turns seven (May 9, 2024). He said he would "start finishing up my career" when she turns seven. He didn't indicate how long it would take to finish up--theoretically he could do a five-year retirement tour without breaking his promise. But he's 42 years old, and his injuries are steadily accumulating. So making Danielson the face of Collision isn't a long-term plan--they need to start building up a younger guy for when he's gone.

By the same token, Punk (who turns 45 next month) was not a long-term solution either. I've seen some doom-and-gloom this week about how AEW's business will suffer for dropping Punk. Under ideal circumstances, AEW would have kept him around at least until they could renew their TV deal next year. Aside from that, though, the question of sustaining ticket sales and PPV buys after Punk was always going to be in the near future.

The answer is the same as it was two weeks ago. The primary value of the older stars is to get people to tune in long enough to become endeared to the new, younger stars AEW is building. Which makes it hard for me to worry about AEW fans who say they only watched for Punk, and won't stick around now that he's gone. Because if Punk's two-year run didn't train you to care about anyone else on the roster, you weren't going to do AEW much good in the long run anyway.

#aew #bryan danielson #cm punk

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starr-finn · 1 year

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S/O that quotes Russian badger

Authors note: some quotes and characters are not right, this is done with the main 4 + Houston, Sokol, and Bain btw! Some may be shorter than others, it's not because I don't like said character it's cuz I have no clue what to do

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Dallas!

♡ Dallas is so confused by your quotes

♡ what do you mean 'allergic to that fuckshit?’

♡ he's to old for this, he's 44 after all, he doesn't get the jokes and quotes

♡ He'll research the quotes later

♡ he still won't get it though

writing time!

Dallas looks over at you, he hears you yell "fuck you looking at bitch?!" before you stabbed the cloaker like 5 times, killing him instantly. Dallas stares at you, confused from where that came from, but decided to ask about the quote after the heist, he knew the answer he would get though "I'm just quoting someone!" He sighs and shakes his head before smiling while watching you stab a dozer.

Chains

♤ he just stares at you in confusion

♤ confusion is his main emotions when he hears you shout your quotes

♤ He'll let you explain though

♤ he still doesn't get it

♤ but he'll watch the videos with you

Writing

He was staring at you while you walked into the bank before you quietly say "United Bank of money" before you start laughing at your own joke. He stares at you before shaking your head chuckling, he'd have to find that quote later

Hoxton

♢ Hoxton finds it funny asf

♢ like damn the shit you say is hilarious asf

♢ he'll watch the videos with you

♢ He'll even quote somethings with you

♢ it's oddly cute

Writing

You were cuddled up with Hoxton on the couch, watching a video with him, being totally quiet, before you suddenly yelled out "We attacked three boats, they dropped the sun on us twice!" and he just chuckles softly, smiling at you and he just kisses your forehead rubbing your shoulder

Wolf

♧ He doesn't get it, but he'll humor you

♧ he laughs everytime you say something

♧ his favorite is "flamethrowmer" because of his love for flamethrowers

♧ he never makes fun of the dumb ones, and he never asks you to stop

♧ he loves you too much

Writing

Wolf sat there watching you bully a cloaker that was backed against the wall, just shouting "yeah! difficulty tweak!" in a stupid voice before shooting him in the face. He starts laughing, smiling to himself. He thought it was cute when you'd use your quotes to bully cloakers

Bain

☆ he's so confused

☆ he'll watch the videos on his own time

☆ but being old he doesn't get it

☆ he'll let you yell out quotes though

☆ he finds some funny, others, not so much

Writing

Bain is listening to you shout out your quotes he smiles softly

"Love, quiet down a bit, your hurting my ears" he says laughing softly

You nod softly and chuckle to yourself before shooting a dozer in the face, killing him instantly, you smile softly, saying out loud ".9 mm kills the body but .45 ACP kills the soul, it's how you prevent them from coming back as a Lich"

He chuckled and shakes his head, smiling "I don't get you sometimes"

Houston

♛ I personally headcanon that he watches Badger too

♛ he quotes this shit with you

♛ he finds it funny when you quote Badger

♛ he'll quote his buddies for you

♛ he loves you : )

Writing

Houston was under the van in a black shirt and his sweatpants, you too are both just talking until you smile down at him

"The Bible is just Christian manga"

He starts laughing and slides out from under the van smiling "you really like quoting badger huh?" you just smile and nod

Sokol

♕ being younger he definitely understands the quotes

♕ he doesn't quote with you, but he'll let you have your fun

♕ he thinks it's cute

♕ he'll laugh if their funny

♕ he doesn't totally get the context tho

Writing

Sokol watches as you take a cop hostage, smiling at your strangeness, he'd normally just kill them after all. He's shooting at a few cops until here hears you mumble to a cop "I'll buy you 2 bean burritos if you kill them" the cop went quiet, and then stood up and shot at the cops that got close to you. Sokol just starts laughing at you somehow managing to make it work

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I love these bois! Hope y'all like this one too! I appreciate that y'all read this, uhh thanks for getting me to over 200 something likes, forgot to post about it! But hey thanks a lot, also thanks for 66-67 followers! Love you all!

#payday 2 #payday 2 x reader #payday the heist #payday x reader #me writing random stuff

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burritosandpeppermint · 5 months

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I feel like every little thing with my job sets me off now, so I'm sorry if you're tired of me ranting about it and then continuing to work here. I'll keep this "below the fold" so you can move on if you're not interested. I really won't be offended and I have no true way of knowing which of the dozen or so of you will read this anyway. Also, it's me so I'm not looking for sympathy but I'm also trying to learn not to push away other people's affection so...do what you want?

Also, if you feel like this is something that could be part of some larger conversation about work and capitalism or whatever, then please feel free to reblog it. I don't really think this will be enough to explode my career, and if it does, then it was on shaky enough ground anyway.

The company I work for got acquired by another, much larger and more famous company (and a rather infamous one here on Tumblr) about five years ago. Eh, why am I being cagey? I work in email compliance and privacy for Marketo and we got acquired by Adobe.

Anyway, I'd been through a couple of acquisitions before but this one was pretty cool. A big name Silicon Valley company! A cool campus to tour in San Jose! A new office space in the same city I lived in, and with only a 45 minute walk from home to office! Really, pretty cool.

Over time the excitement on my part and Adobe's part seemed to wane a bit. There were new acquisitions and we were no longer in the spotlight. That's alright, things happen, time moves on, and ultimately I just kept working, because abuse never stops and companies keep buying lists.

But after my mentor left for another company we got a new manager, and he's great, but he's been with Adobe for a while, and most of his focus is on the Adobe part of the business that he manages, and he cares about us and fights for us when he can, but we're definitely not his primary focus. Also, in the past couple of years the workload that myself and my one coworker/colleague do has steadily increased. To make things worse this year they finally implemented a huge change in what CRM we're using and it's causing all kinds of havoc because most of us who are directly working with customers now have to manage two portals or figure out which customer matches with which or educate yet another person on where to go to accomplish what they need. We also started getting direct feedback loop (FBL) reports from a new company that seems to only send them in a new-ish format that has been accepted across the industry but is honestly not really used by it, but our system can't parse it so we have to process every single one manually rather than feed it to a bot that can automatically process it, further increasing our workload. We've also been told that there's a team who can help us to automate certain aspects of our work, so we submitted examples of what we need help with and they said it seemed doable and since then...nothing. To top it off, during a recent "town hall" quarterly all-hands I asked a question in the chat that was basically "In light of the strong performance we've done can we hire more people to support our customers and colleagues?" and the answer is "No, because we don't want to have to lay people off if there's any kind of downturn."

Okay, so...not great.

So now, today, the day before Thanksgiving, the week after Open Enrollment closed, the day after I accepted the Year End Check In on my calendar - which will be grueling because, as noted above, we've been over worked and under staffed so I haven't been able to get to any of the projects that I was hoping to get to this year - I saw an email from Adobe that looked like it was part of the corporate spam we get every freaking day, and it was from the HR company/portal we use, so I clicked on it and

OOPS

Looks like you clicked on an Adobe Phishing Test Link

Read here to see how you could have prevented this...

And I'm incensed right before a holiday, and I just hate it.

Because as much as I hate to admit it I really bought into the corporate capitalism of America from a young age, bought into the shiny toys and apps and promises of "helping" people ("And if we happen to turn a profit, that's great, too!") to the point that my dissolution with capitalism has been a long, slow, denial-ridden journey.

And that's because it can be all too easy to regard those earning the joke that is minimum wage as being the only victims of capitalism and wage theft, but if we're being honest just about anyone who isn't making millions of dollars a year to tell the world and their subordinates how great their company is is really just sitting in a pot of water that is slowly getting hotter.

We're all being paid the least amount of money that companies believe they can get away with while trying to extract the most work out of us they can legally get away with, and they're probably getting even more than that if we're being honest.

So to get regular emails about how this organization put us on a list of the best places to work for or another invitation to another seminar about how I can work on being more efficient or less sad because, you know, that's apparently 100% my doing, and then get an email that I don't bother to really scan because, like I said, given everything it seems pretty legitimate, to be told "Well, you fucked up" was just the one more thing that I didn't need this year.

I really hate to sound like the middle-aged white man that I am, but I'm just tired of not being respected for the working professional that I am. I've been in this role for eight years. I know how to talk to customers about the actions they've taken that have caused harm to their reputation, or what abuse has been foisted upon them by malicious actors; I know how to engage with Support and customer managers and run Compliance Team meetings that focus on what's important; I know what blocklists are important and actually affect our customers; I know, engage with, and am friends with people who run the email servers at companies you know and might actually use; I'm one of two people who manage thousands of IPs and domains for thousands of customers, trying to protect the network's reputation and safety from the customer's own actions and also outside actions of people who would do nothing but abuse our systems all day if they could.

And what am I told by my company?

"We can't help you because it would make us sad if we had to let people go! :("

"Have you considered not having the feelings you're experiencing during work time and just working more instead?"

"Uh, oh! We send you so much spam that you fell for our trick! This is all your fault."

What does the company value? Is it me and my time?

No surprise, AI is the buzzword of 2023 in the tech world, and email is seen as more of a forgotten backbone that I think people believe is 100% automated. Meanwhile the valiant few of us are knee deep in water in the bottom of the boat with duct tape and Gatorade.

When I've complained about work or my career in the past it's felt more like angry grunts; this is kind of the most articulate that I can really be about it.

I'll be 46 next year when I take my sabbatical. If something doesn't really change at all I might have to make some tough choices.

I'm afraid of trying to change careers or companies (if I even can; people much more experienced than I am are being laid off right now).

I'm afraid of trying to go back to school while I'm working because I just don't think I'll have the bandwidth for it, and I don't know what I'd go to school for, or if it would pay what I'm earning now.

I'm afraid of staying where I am.

I know I earn okay. I know I have benefits and that I can work from home in my pajamas.

But I also know that the good times I have with work are less and less these days, and opening my laptop is more of an invitation to an assault on my confidence and self-worth than ever before. And that's just not sustainable.

#end of rant #if you read the whole way thank you #if not i understand #there can be psychological damage from even reading about what other people go through #so no judgement at all #i just finally found a good way to articulate it today

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moonlightpirate · 7 months

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Return to The Madding Crowd

Chapter 3: To Love or Not to Love

Time for Bathsheba to find out if you have feelings for William or not.

Taglist: @its-just-me-chey @nothingbutcloud @thegoldfishbowl @ingeniousvemon

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"Okay William you've been here at least once a week for about a month now. Care to tell me what's going on? You do know I'm married….." Bathsheba began to speculate.

Authors notes so I aged William to 45 to show a passage of time. I also have the reader at the age of 30 but feel free to imagine whatever age you would like!

Several months later:

"Bathsheba please I am aware you are married! I promise I am not here for you." William gasped at her accusation.

Bathsheba looked at him curiously for a minute,"Then who are …..wait……William don't tell me….".

"Yes. I'm here because I can't seem to stay away from y/n. Now I know what you're going to say. She's 30 and I'm 45. It's not proper. But I can't deny how I feel for her. But unless I'm mistaken I think she may truly feel something for me.".

"I highly doubt that since she has turned down so many men before. William, I just don't want to see you get hurt again.".

"That is why I am here. I would like you to talk to her for me and see if she has feelings for me. If she doesn't I'll stop pursuing her and leave her alone. I swear it.".

"Fine but I do not want to see you here until I've given you her answer." Bathsheba demanded.

"That's only fair. Thank you for your help." William smiled, slowly standing up and making his way out of the farmhouse.

Bathsheba sighed and slumped down in her chair.

"I think he is right. About her having feelings for him." Gabriel commented, causing Bathsheba to jump as she had not seen him come in.

"Oh goodness you frightened me! What makes you think she likes him?".

"I've seen their interactions when he comes to visit her when she's been working. Bathsheba if you could see the way her face lights up when she sees him and the way she stops what she's doing to go talk to him. She's usually blushing and has a smile that is almost ear to ear when he leaves. Now tell me that doesn't sound like she has feelings for him." Gabriel explained, sitting down in front of Bathsheba holding her hands.

"I mean maybe a little. I just worry since she has been hurt recently. Plus she has also turned down so many men before. I don't want to see anything bad happen to William again.".

Gabriel could see the fear in her eyes and gently put a hand to her face, "Well I think he has learned his lesson the hard way dear. He is being cautious. So just go and talk to her like William has asked and see what she says. You can't speak for her and you won't know until you hear it from her.".

"What if she lies to me? Or tells me she doesn't want him? What would I say to him?".

"Take it one step at a time. Talk to her and see what she says first. I don't believe she would lie to you.".

"I suppose you are right. I'll take her with me when I go into town later this week. We will talk and I'll go from there.".

Gabriel leaned in and gave her a kiss before they both got up to resume their duties on the farm.

Later that week:

"This is so fun! You hardly ever take me into town with you. Though I must ask what's the occasion?" You inquire of Bathsheba.

"Am I not allowed to want to spend time with you?" Bathsheba replied, trying to look innocent.

You cock an eyebrow at her and shake your head no. You had been wandering around shops for hours buying things but all this time and Bathsheba had hardly spoken a word to you.

"Well we have been shopping for hours now. How about we stop for lunch before we need to go sell the grain?" Bathsheba suggested, gently ushering you towards a small Cafe.

After you both sit down and order food you finally demand, "Okay seriously what is going on? You seem on edge.".

"Fine, I've noticed William has been hanging around the farm a lot recently. Tell me about him.".

"Not sure I know what you mean cousin. What do you want me to tell you about him? You seem to already know him, you should be telling me about him.".

Bathsheba glared at you, "Do you have any feelings for him? I need to know. He has been hurt before and he doesn't deserve to be hurt again so I need to know what your intentions are with him."

You stare in shock at her as her words sink in, "You really think my intentions are to hurt him?".

Just then the waiter sets the food down in front of both of you. You both utter a quick thank you and begin to eat.

"He really likes you and you've turned down so many men….." Bathsheba finally began to reply.

Your face lights up, "He likes me?! Really?! Wait…..you think I'm leading him on? I've turned down those men because I didn't love them and they didn't love me! I feel safe with William and he makes me feel happier than I have in so long. Though I mean if he asked me to marry him now I would say no simply because of how that soldier hurt me has me not quite ready for something like that. But in time if he were to ask…..I would say yes.".

Bathsheba looked at you trying to judge if what you said was true, "Okay I believe you. But if you change your mind and hurt him I will ask you to leave the farm.".

You gasped and nodded solemnly. You finish your lunch and help Bathsheba sell the grain before you guys head back to the farm. Once back, Bathsheba went over to tell William what she had learned.

Williams' face lit up in excitement, "Oh what a happy day! I am willing to wait until she is comfortable with the idea of marriage! Her having feelings for me is more than I could have ever hoped!".

"I told her if she hurt you though that I wanted her to leave the farm so if anything happens you won't have to see her." Bathsheba stated.

"I don't think she will hurt me but thank you for your concerns and thinking of me." William smiled.

Bathsheba gave him a small hug before returning home. William practically jumped with joy at the news. He couldn't believe his luck it almost didn't feel real.

#william boldwood #far from the madding crowd #michael sheen #william boldwood x reader #female reader insert

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cheerstotheelites-if · 8 months

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20 T.G., 42nd of Exodus

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Well, shit, Bestie.

Hey, it's me. Again. For the 3rd time this week. Back at it again with some private tea for you.

Very fucking tired and frustrated on this holy day. Mom brought home another guy from gods know where. He looks... nice??? I guess??? He looks like some dude I'd find at the beer aisle in a convenient store at 4 am. He gave me a vegetable wrap, which is cool. Didn't eat it though, since I have no idea what's his deal yet or how long he's gonna stay. It better not be a month, because the last time that happened I nearly died from getting some random fork thrown at me. I swear to the gods, if he buys and brings in any fucking alcohol or smokes shit I will lose my damn mind.

If it does happen, I'm planning to stay over somewhere. Probably at a cheap pet-friendly motel so I can bring Sashimi along. I just hope my savings are enough to last a month there. I could ask Weylyn if I can stay over. Mr. and Mrs. Rutherford practically consider me a second daughter at this point. Though at the same time how long can I keep asking them? I don't want to be the cause of any trouble or anything, and they might get annoyed overtime or worse might even cut off all contact and relations. I don't want them to hate me. I know they're too nice to not even consider such a thing, but still...

I'll figure something out eventually when the time comes. Just hopefully things don't go to the fucking deep end. Gods above, if you can hear me, I already had had enough of those. Can you atleast give mom some of her senses back before shit hit the fan? I miss her. The old her. I just want my mom back damn it. Is it that hard to answer?

I guess not since Pantheon itself hasn't answered me for 11 years now. Yippee. Pray to the gods reverently my ass.

Fuck it. I'm going to bed. I feel like I want to tear my head off and crush it under a hydraulic press with how much stress I'm feeling. I won't be surprised if I wake up with a head full of white hair one day. Now that will be a story to tell if it happens.

Zephyrine ♡

#L's screams #prompt #Zephyrine

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bonyboduu · 13 days

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*•about me•*

name: call me 'em' :)

pronouns: she/her/his (thihi)

age: minor

favourite subject: Music and English

my hobbies: drawing, playing guitar, listening to music way more than I need to, gaming (real gamer, girl gamer fr), fashion, watching way more movies, TV series, and YouTube than I need to, reading (pleeeease if anyone has any books recs don't hesitate to share, i need more books, don't care what they are about, if anyone on here thinks a book is good I would love to give it a go), writing, heavenly obsessing over you know whooo, I have a horrendous habit of collecting random stuff that I don't need so at this point I would call it a hobby, photography, certified Pinterest addict, (I really want to get into clay forming so I'll most likely buy some palmer clay sooon, if anyone else wants to start too you should buy it, it stiffens in the oven! I'm sooo exited to make cute flower charms, earings, normal charms and necklaces aaaaaa)

dni: basic dni, nothing special just don't be an asshole!

*•my tc•* his name I won't state so instead I call him Gold, (I named him E in an earlier post but nah, I like this one so much better, he has a golden retriever and I thought it would be a cute nickname, way cuter than E)

this. man. oh gosh this maaan.

what he is like: (first of all he is my music teacher so I rarely have his classes, and when I do they just last like 45 minutes)

It was a shock when I first got to know him, he actually lets me speak unlike anyone I have ever met and he actually listens and answers in the most considerate way I've ever heard, he is always so calm and poise, that was the first thing I noticed, then I noticed how down to earth he is, how nice and human he is, how sweet he is, and how funny he is. I love his laugh and my biggest flex is that I have made him laugh countless times, every time I see him or even just enter his presence it's like entering into a whole new realm of peace, he just has that thing about him.

I do NOT encourage any type of pedophilia, this blog is not something I'm proud of, but I have it for venting and diary type'a purposes, and to feel less alone, hopefully, I can bring that feeling to more people as well:)

anywaaay! if you want, here are some of my socials, where I have tc related stuff on, and other shit if you're bored or whatevers :)

Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/aviormnm/ (the board about my tc is "him")

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/user/b7otcmhinzp7zmjf3jpg6dvfb (the playlist "tcc" is, your never gonna guess it! about hiiim :D)

#male tc #male teacher crush #teacher attachment #teacher crush #tc crush #teacher crush community #teacher love #teacher x student #unrequited love #tc feelings #pinned post #get to know the blogger #get to know me #this is a girlblog #girlblogging

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origami-butterfly · 8 months

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Prepare yourself for BOOK ASK DUMP

3. 4. 5. 9. 10. 17. 28. 30. 34. 44. 45. 46. 48.

Aaaaaaa that's a lot of questions! I'm honoured you take this much interest in what I read!

3. What is my preferred genre?

Fantasy, but I've been getting a taste for horror recently as well. I like most things though.

4. What is my least favourite genre?

Erotica.

5. What book do I think everyone should read?

I answered this on another one, so I have the same answer- Loveless by Alice Oseman. It would be nice for allos to learn about aro and ace experiences.

9. Do I have a favourite author?

Neil Gaiman... And I did like him before joining tumblr as well, that isn't the tumblr bias speaking. I also really like Ursula K Le Guin, but I haven't read much of her work.

10. What book am I reading right now?

I'm reading through a collection of short stories by HP Lovecraft, and the one I'm on is The Strange High House in the Mist.

17. Do I highlight my books?

Absolutely fucking not. For me, it feels so disrespectful to the book, and also there's always a chance I give my books away to either a charity shop, or a younger relative. I don't want someone else to see my brain splattered over their story. (I use post it notes when I want to annotate)

28. Is there a book that made me cry?

There's so many of them. I cried during my last reread of the Chronicles of Narnia, I cried reading Oblivion, by Anthony Horowitz, I cried reading American Gods, Anansi Boys and The Ocean at the End of the Lane, by Neil Gaiman, I cried reading Jamie by LD Lapinski (it's a children's book, but I read it because it's about being an enby in the UK school system). I've also cried rereading Matilda because of nostalgia. I cried reading Aces Wild by Amanda DeWitt (EXCELLENT book about being ace btw, highly reccomend), I cried reading Afterlove by Tanya Byrne... I think that's all, there may be more, but this is already too long lmao.

30. Is there a book that changed my life?

I said I can't think of any except the Bible when I was asked this before, and I meant it. I wish I had a better answer for you 😔

34. Do I read more than one book at a time?

Sort of. I have a book I keep in my school bag, that I read in school, and then I have one I keep by my bed that I read at home. It's just reaching the end of my summer holiday, so for the past month and a bit, I've been reading one at a time.

44. Did I read more as a child, or now?

Sadly, more as a child. I wish I could read more, but I have less time because of school and all the extra curricular I do. Also I got addicted to podcasts at some point, and I can't read and listen to different things at the same time :(((

45. Thoughts on separating the author from the work?

Depends. Is the author dead? Then it's easy to separate them. I don't really mind if some guy in the 19th century had awful beliefs, because he's no longer alive and can't use the money I use to buy the book for harming anyone. Is the author alive, and making an effort to harm people via money jk rowling then no, I won't separate them. If I got the book from a library? Fine, I can separate book from author, but I find if writers have shitty beliefs, it usually bleeds into their work, so a lot of it isn't worth reading anyway.

46. Bookshelf pic!!

I hope you know I feel extremely self conscious sharing these 😅 and yeah, I know my shelves are a mess.

48. What book would I give someone if they wanted a glimpse into my psyche?

I'll give a different answer to when I was asked this before! Aces Wild by Amanda DeWitt! The protagonist's ace experience (and some of the experiences of the other aces in the book) are very relatable to mine, as well as his thoughts on allosexuals. Seriously, where do they find the time for sexual attraction?

Ty for all your questions <333

#ask game #long post

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lowlyroach · 9 months

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497) snap

Try to read my book on break

Book club isn't happening, anyway

I feel it rising like a river

Dam breaks again

Try to stuff it down

Build a barricade

It just overflows

Stop crying.

You don't get to cry

You did this, remember?

I turn away from the door

It doesn't stop

A coworker walks by but she

Doesn't look over

I get up and leave

Take my book with me

Go out to the car

Forgot my keys

I sit on the hood

Why am I such a crybaby?

Every little thing is breaking me

I try to read until I'm

Dripping tears on my arms and

Wiping snot on the bottom of my pants

So it won't go noticed

Some sentence about

Brushing arm to arm

Dam surges again

45 minutes goes by so quickly

Heaving through empty lungs

Burying my head in my hand

Holding the book so I can pretend

If anyone sees me, I'm just reading

I'm just reading a book

But it feels so heavy to hold

My eyes are so heavy to keep up

My neck feels so heavy to hold straight

Every time I try I

Find it just falling again

It's not worth the effort

I'm bending and bending

When will this brittle spine

Finally fucking snap

Give myself five minutes

Composure

Don't look at my puffy eyes

I've got emails to answer

Boss offers to buy me food

But he forgot

That's fine

Guess I won't eat today

Smoke my health away

#writing #poetry #poem #spilled ink

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lukas-du-mortain · 11 months

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hi hello 8, 9, for Lukas/Adam/Mason and 43 & 45 for Séamus/Felix <3 (@ do-this-for-me)

I don't have a Lukas x Adam x Mason LT. It's just that I've played the same version of Lukas for both routes. In each one he's monogamous and demisexual.

Lukas x Adam [Meus Amor Aeternus]

Already answered!!

What do they dislike most about the other? Why?

Lukas sometimes doesn't like how 'set in his ways' Adam is. Lukas is way more competent than Adam believes. He is extremely frustrated by how Adam underestimates him, his abilities, and planning. This ties in to their precarious relationship status at the end of book 3. Adam left Lukas' room and Lukas was so upset and angry about what Adam said and what (didn't) happen.

Adam hates how Lukas can be so damn reckless. He doesn't understand why Lukas just throws himself into things. He loves Lukas' boldness and determination, but also understands quite well, how much that boldness and pride can lead to ones downfall. He doesn't want to lose Lukas.

Lukas x Mason [Eros]

What do they love most about the other? Why?

Mason wouldn't admit it, but he absolutely loves how Lukas respects his boundaries. He loves how Lukas will say, "Walk with me." Then 15 minutes later they are outside the town, in silence with only the chirrups of nature surrounding them. He feels more free, like it's easier to breathe in these moments.

Lukas loves those moments too. He'll just glance over at Mason in their companionable silence, see how calm Mason looks, and just smile.

What do they dislike most about the other? Why?

Lukas hates that Mason won't buy him cigarettes.

Mason hates when Lukas asks him to buy cigarettes. "They'll kill you." - "Yeah, and?"

Séamus x Felix [Mo Chroí]

If they picked out outfits for each other, what would they look like?

Séamus picks: Knee length socks in bi-pride colors, Black creepers, Black denim short shorts, a bright rainbow loose tank top. And if it's wash day, he'll do Felix's hair in a mohawk box braid of sorts.

Felix picks: Gay pride (in the mlm flag colors) socks, ankle high platform boots, black cargo shorts, and a maroon burgundy button up shirt, undone down the front, and sleeves rolled up. Felix would oil Séamus' long red hair to make it shine, then brush it gently into a sloppy top knot bun.

How do they support each other? How do they rely on each other's support?

Felix supports Séamus by always just being there. Sometimes he'll just sit next to Séamus in silence. Sometimes that means walking into his room, to lay next to him while he's sleeping, just so Séamus can wake up to Felix every morning. That also means Felix is just there to create beautiful moments and memories with him, because he wants Séamus to have the best life.

Séamus supports Felix by reciprocating that feeling of love and dedication. Just by purely enjoying Felix in those moments is enough. Séamus will adore Felix when he's just being himself, and he knows that's enough for Felix. To create beautiful memories along side one another.

Ship Asks

@do-this-for-me

#𓆩♡𓆪 meus amor aeternus 𓆩♡𓆪 #𓆩♡𓆪 eros 𓆩♡𓆪 #𓆩♡𓆪 mo chroí 𓆩♡𓆪 #twc detective #twc adam #twc mason #twc felix #felix hauville #specialist agent mason #adam du mortain #a du mortain #twc a du mortain #m!detective #detective x felix #detective x adam #detective x mason

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mybigboots · 2 years

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Following Orders

Let me put this as simple as possible: if you are in service to a dom, you follow orders.

In the last week, I have had two terrible "applicants" approach me for ownership. Now, I have been in the kink community for years. Since my late teens years, I know what I'm talking about. I was raised, I was refined, I am someone who understands protocol and service and that is what makes me a very good Dom. I'm not one of those idiots who has had no training and just woke up one day and said "hey, I feel like bossing guys around, gimmemunny". I am also not one to be cowed by the impatient mentality that flows around today people saying "I refuse to learn, I refuse to talk to those older than me, ew, they might be Old Guard and no one likes that, I don't need experience, let me just jump in". Bottom line: I've been at this a while. I know what I'm doing.

One boy approached me. I gave him an order. He had 24 hours to complete it, send me a simple email answering a question I asked him in detail: why did he want to be owned by me and what did he actually have to offer? Sounds simple.

Apparently not. 24 hours went by and no answer. Days later the response came in that they "got busy" and couldn't do it.

Yesterday morning, a horny boy suddenly started extolling on my social media messenger how they thought I was hot and wanted to be used and owned by me. They referred to themself as a lowly f*g and wanted to be degraded. They were also clearly more than horny, but likely pleasuring themselves as their messages were becoming steadily less grammatically correct, bad spelling, no punctuation, mix of caps and weird symbols. I ordered them to calm down and repeat certain phrases back to me. Tell me "I want to be owned, Sir." I got back "oh i wannna be owned such a bad buy gimme gimme please pleessee oh me oh wn me". I tried again and told them bluntly they had not done as I asked. Calm down, type it again. The second question, I have a task for you. Say "Please tell me the task, Sir." The response: "I think you know how bad i wanna do it". NO. In both of these cases, the boys were chastised and also dismissed. And before you all run at me with pitchforks saying I'm so demanding, THAT IS THE POINT. Before I hop on the phone and say "sure, come on over!" I need to know that a sub is actually of good enough quality. But then I won't get any sex, you say? I am not after sex. I can get sex, and without paying for it or begging either. What I am after is subservience, obedience, and loyalty. Neither of these boys could handle simple tasks, the simplest of them all. What would make me think that they would be any good at following orders? The first one clearly has no time for me and can't obey - to which I say, that's not entirely his fault. If one wishes to be property to a Master or Mistress, you must be ready for it. You must make time. You must look at your life and say, "I can do this now, and devote all the time needed." Not "sure, I can devote everything to you but only at 8 AM on a Monday morning for about 45 minutes before I go to work".

And yes, that one has happened. Guy even asked if he could bring his dog for company.

The first sub wasn't ready. One day maybe he will be. The second, though, was clearly just a horny pig who was trying to get off on our conversation. Does a Dominant appreciate a randy, raunchy boy? Of course we do. That's useful for controlling a sub's body and mind, allowing us to take adequate control, to link those urges to submission and subservience. A true Dominant knows how to use this to our advantage. But as for the sub, if that's all it is, just a short-breathed fumbling session, then they're no good to us.

What happens when they shoot a load while talking to us? A preliminary talk, nonetheless? They get bored. They sober up, so to speak, they stop thinking with their genitals and they realize that they have things to do, places to be, other options to pursue. As such I require subs to be in a clear headspace when talking to me, and what better way to investigate their obedience to me than by asking a few simple tasks? This one couldn't handle any of them, nor the final task "Do you have Whatsapp?" They said they'd be right back after they checked. Never returned. No loss.

Do not tell me I am demanding. I already know that. Comes with the territory of being a Top, vers or otherwise. Do not complain that I ask too much. There are odds you just aren't ready to answer. Do not beg me to get you off. A Dominant decides that, and if the sub isn't ready to hand over that privilege, this isn't what you're looking for. Finally - Do not fail to obey. A Dom and Sub relationship has the same thing as any other relationship: they are a relationship. In any relationship, your wife asks you fifty times to clean the living room and you sit on the couch and eat a bag of chips, why do you think she'll get mad and storm out of the room? It's only natural to be frustrated in a situation like this. But in a Dom and Sub relationship this is more important than a vanilla one (bless their little beige hearts), because it is built around an adherence to protocol, instruction, and give & take. If the orders and commands are ignored, it all falls apart. Forget all these rules you see scattered around, The Top 80 Rules For A F*g!!! How To BREAK The Slave's Spirit!!! The simple root of all of it is obedience. If there is none, there is nothing to build on. I am not talking about a dungeon play session where you just break out a flogger or cane, roar in the sub's face, and force them onto your boots in a slobbery display of remorse. I am talking about the relationship itself.

If you are sub, you obey. That's the simple step. (Note, for all you whiny bs-ers out there who want to start in with "but what if I caaaan't, but what if I don't like the order, but what if what if what if", kindly hush. In these situations you either explain, clearly and coherently, why there is an obstacle and work out with your Dom how it must be overcome, or you must try your hardest. If the request is unreasonable "go cut off your hand and bring it to me", then you have a different matter, and that's not obedience, that's abuse. And that is a different matter altogether, and you know it.) This has been yet another TED Talk.

Boggy Fryer, The Cape Cod Boot Boy

#capecodbootboy

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litlunacy · 1 year

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32 and 45 for the mc ask game! (for as many of your apprentices as you want to answer for)

I answered for all six of them this time!

32. Does their use of/skill in magic differ from canon? How so?

Well, the canon magic system seems to be a kind of soft one, right? Sometimes it's as simple as willing a thing to happen, like thinking of fire and summoning a flame, and sometimes whole entire rituals are required. There are also different classes of it, like green magic, alchemy, blood magic, etc. Also, everybody's magic has a different feel to it, and the Apprentice can pick up on it. So with that in mind:

Ximena's magic feels like a cool, gentle breeze, but can come off a terrifying gale if she's mad enough. It manifests itself in pale, silvery wisps when unfocused. And since her aunt was all green magic, and her dad is ridiculously powerful in the abstract formation of will, Ximena has a very good grasp on both. She is a powerful magician, and she often uses magic to do everyday things.

Lilith's magic feels very sharp, like a whipcrack. She has a very tight control on it and is extremely powerful. She knows this, and she will use it to her advantage. Don't ask her to do green magic though, plants aren't her thing.

Zuri's magic feels like...nothingness, emptiness, a cold dark void. And it kinda frightens her a little. It also gets away from her sometimes, especially if something happens to break her concentration. She has a lot of power that she doesn't really know what to do with. She does better if she has a partner to form a circle with.

Lorica's magic feels playful, like butterfly kisses and playing tag. She's a good magician, but she works better with a focus. That's why she keeps spare crystals in her bag.

Rajani's magic feels like spring, green and alive. Which makes sense, as their focus is mostly on green magic and healing. They do like doing stuff the old-fashioned way though, so you won't catch them using magic for most daily chores and stuff.

Bellamy's magic feels warm and bright, like a sunny summer day. He's a bit better at reading the cards than he is at magic, mostly because his attention tends to wander. He's something of a Jack-of-all-trades, master-of-none in magic; he can do a little healing, he can do green magic, he can manifest his will if he really tries, he works with a focus if he remembers to bring one. Don't ask him to do the fancy rituals or alchemy though, that's way too complicated. He does become a lot more powerful when when casting with a partner who can help him concentrate. Oh, and he can talk to animals. Which is just a very normal thing to him that always astounds everyone else.

45. Are they more street smart or book smart? Something else?

Ximena is a bit of both. She reads a lot and is highly intelligent, and she can navigate a lot of situations purely by bullshitting her way through them. She prefers to sit back and observe as long as possible before acting in most situations, or just cast a cloaking spell and dip if something is too much.

Lilith is book smart, but she's not exactly street smart. She does, however, have a very authoritative presence and can be extremely menacing when she chooses, and uses it to her advantage. If she starts speaking very slowly and precisely with that little smile, run.

Zuri is extremely book smart, but has no street smarts whatsoever. People are terrifying and confusing and why do strangers talk to her and can she please just go home now???

Lorica is a mix. She's well-read, but not a genius, and she can navigate most situations by staying calm and listening. Politeness is key.

Rajani is more street smart. They are intelligent, but they prefer reading people to reading books. They're also quite good at smoothing things over with little distractions. "Oh, let me buy you a drink, that's a lovely bracelet, hey did you hear about this..."

Bellamy is...neither. He's not an idiot by any means, but he tends to just float through life by being a good dude who smiles and laughs a lot. People like him. He likes people. And if he screws up, he apologizes. It works, at least most of the time.

#the arcana #fan apprentice #apprentice ximena #apprentice lilith #apprentice zuri #apprentice lorica #apprentice rajani #apprentice bellamy #asks

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enchantedblackrose · 1 year

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I posted 430 times in 2022

That's 35 more posts than 2021!

85 posts created (20%)

345 posts reblogged (80%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@resanoona

@enchantedblackrose

@bullet-prooflove

@xofeno

@infatuatedharleys

I tagged 379 of my posts in 2022

Only 12% of my posts had no tags

#fic rec - 65 posts

#jay halstead - 60 posts

#jay halstead x reader - 45 posts

#beautiful man - 39 posts

#chicago pd - 38 posts

#kelly severide - 22 posts

#stellaride - 21 posts

#antonio dawson x reader - 18 posts

#jesse lee soffer - 17 posts

#chicago fire - 17 posts

Longest Tag: 56 characters

#seeing friendships and everyone dressed in game clothing

My Top Posts in 2022:

We Need You Part 2

We Need You Pt 2: Together

Kelly Severide/ Fem Reader

Summary: Upon returning home, Kelly's mood drastically changes.

Warnings: none?? Unedited.

A/N: I am so sorry @theatrenerd101601 I know this isn't at all what you expected when you asked if I would consider writing more. But this will be at least 4 parts so please hang on and we will get there. 🙏

Part 1 || Part 2|| Part 3

Together

There's a comfortable silence as Kelly drives back to the loft, lacing his fingers through yours. Occasionally, he glances over at you, catches your eye, and beams. He brings your hand to his lips, pressing a tender kiss to it. You smile, content. And let your eyes flutter shut; the excitement from moments ago has taken its toll. A nap is in your future. You can hardly wait to crawl into bed perfectly curled into Kelly until you fall asleep.

Unfortunately sometime between the drive and arriving at the apartment, the father to be no longer seems happy. He wordlessly dropped your hand upon parking. He held the building door open for you, but didn't meet your eyes. Even now he won't look at you. From his profile you can tell his brows are furrowed. The sudden shift of moods throws you. You stand at the doorway, starting to slip off your shoes when Kelly speaks.

“When are you due?” His tone almost brusque.

“...in about nine months,” you tease, but when you glance up at him, you see that he is unamused. You stop fidgeting out of your shoes. “I’m not sure. I go to the doctor’s in two weeks. They’ll tell me more then.” Kelly seems satisfied with your answer for now, but his expression never truly softens. He starts to walk away, but turns back firing another question at you.

“When do you find out the baby’s gender?”

“I, uh, I don’t know.”

“How don’t you know?”

“Kelly! I’ve never been pregnant before. This is new to me too.” You don’t yell, but your voice is raised as you suddenly feel the need to defend yourself.

He’s unabashed. He sighs. “We should get married.”

“What?”

“We should get married. And buy a house.” You stand speechless. Kelly stares at you. “Well, what do you say?”

“No. I say no. That’s not what a proposal should be, Kelly.”

For the first time since being home, he looks you in the eyes. A mix of worry and sadness washes over him, as he licks his lips before opening his mouth to speak. But you don’t give him the chance.

“I have to go.” You grab your keys before turning on your heel and walking out the door. Kelly never sees the tears forming in your eyes.

Once outside, you bypass your car, opting to walk. You wipe at your face, chasing the tears away, then shove your hands into your pockets. There’s no place you need, or even want to go, but you don’t want to be at home, so you keep walking along the sidewalk.

Confusion, hurt, anger all hit you with every step. How had it been only less than a few hours since you stood in front of your office building fully ablaze with the very real fear of losing Kelly coursing through you? Even more recent than that had been Kelly’s unfeigned happiness about the pregnancy.; he referred to today as his best day. And yet something changed. For unknown reasons his excitement about the baby, his baby, dissipated rather abruptly. At best Kelly had almost appeared indifferent, at worst, angry. Then he proposed. With an audible sigh and without any warmth, as if it was a solution to a problem.

Kelly’s proposal felt wrong, but, you realize, with a sinking feeling in your stomach, you may have been wrong, too, leaving him instead of telling him how you were feeling.. You sigh, knowing you need to return home to have a difficult conversation. How did you get here, you wonder? After the fire and telling Kelly you’re pregnant, all you wanted was cuddles and a nap. Maybe some food. Instead all you got was a headache and a pity marriage proposal.

Before you turn to start your walk back to the loft, you spy only a few feet from you, a familiar face. Chloe Cruz, the wife of one of the guys on Squad with Kelly, and someone you are slowly becoming close with. You plaster on a smile as she heads your way.

“Hi, Chloe. How are you?”

“I’m great. Just grabbing a few things from the store before I pick up Otis from the sitter. How are you? You look a little preoccupied?”

You fight the urge to snort. Preoccupied was only half of it. You debate giving her the standard ‘I’m fine’ reply, but Chloe is a friend. You decide to confide in her.

“Kelly proposed.”

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138 notes - Posted October 2, 2022

Could Be

not my gif, full credit to the maker. Please lmk if it's you!

Pairing: Jay Halstead/ fem Reader

Warnings: None? Unedited. Mistakes are all mine

Summary: After witnessing y/n date all the wrong guys, Jay decides to do something about it

Could Be

Jay walked into a very crowded Molly's, but that didn't stop him from noticing you right away. You were tucked back in a corner with only your drink for company. As he studied you it became evident that something was bothering you. Brows furrowed, mouth tightly drawn into a frown he watched as you placed your phone down and fidget with the straw of your drink but never taking a sip as if you were preoccupied. He saw your shoulders heave with what had to be a heavy sigh.

"Hey Jay, get you a drink?" Stella called out from behind the bar, breaking him from studying you more.

"Uh," he stammered. Stella followed his gaze to you. She smiled knowingly to herself and just shook her head before Jay looked over at her. "Yeah, I'll take a beer, please," he said slipping out of his jacket and sitting at the bar. Stella placed a bottle down in front of him and he murmured a thanks and shot another glance in your direction before looking back at Stella. "Hey, uh, do you know what's wrong with y/n?" He asked nonchalantly but without looking Stella in the eyes.

Stella hesitated. "It's not really my place to tell, but since you're asking...that loser she's been seeing dumped her." Disdain dripped her voice.

"Really?" Jay asked, smiling despite himself. Stella even detected a sparkled in his eyes.

"Jay..." she said warningly out of protectiveness for you, her friend. But she stopped, knowing beyond doubt Jay was a good guy and didn't need a lecture about treating you right. Besides, she had watched Jay pine for months over you.

"Get me another of whatever she's drinking. Please?"

"Up for company?" Jay asked approaching your table and holding out your drink of choice as an offering. You looked up and Jay thought he saw your face light up, even for just a moment.

"Please," you indicated for him to sit.

"You want to tell me about it?"

"About what?"

"Whatever it is that has you upset?"

You smile humorlessly "How do you know I'm upset?"

"I'm a detective, y/n. A good one at that."

This time, you give a genuine smile before sighing. "I can't seem to meet a good guy. Ever. Even in high school. I dated this guy who still had photographs of his ex girlfriend hanging on his bedroom wall. Said he had them still hanging up because he was in the pictures, too. But I knew it was because he was still in love with her. Then there was this other guy who had his sister call me and break up with me."

Jay let out a low whistle, "Yikes,"

"And in college-" you abruptly stop talking. "I'm so sorry. You don't want to hear all this. I got caught up feeling bad for myself."

"It's okay. I asked you what was wrong, remember?"

"Yeah, but-"

"No, buts." Jay interrupts you, flashing a smile before he takes a long sip of his beer. You return his smile with one of your own. A brief and comfortable silence falls on you both as you enjoy your drinks. Jay clears his throat, "We should-"

"Thanks for-" You laugh as you the two of you started to speak at the same time.

"You first, y/n," Jay says.

"I just wanted to thank you for listening to me. And for knowing something was wrong. You're very easy to talk to. I'm glad to know you, Jay.'

"Easy to talk to and easy on the eyes," he gives you a flirtatious wink.

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288 notes - Posted September 7, 2022

Not Pretty

Gif credit @haileyupstead

Jay Halstead/ Fem Reader Partner, mentions of Kim and Erin.

Summary: You and the other girls from Intelligence are sent to a nightclub, but the bouncer won't let you in.

Warnings: No canon timeline. Some swearing, feelings of not being pretty. A dude calls you ugly. Largely unedited but I'm tired of looking at it.

Author's note: I really thought I had such a good idea. Then I sat down to write this and omg this is just...idek. I'm sorry? It's nothing like I thought it would be. And I'm seriously doubting posting it. Huge thanks to Resa for talking it out with me otherwise I'd still be stuck hahaha

A contribution to @resanoona 's 3k Fiesta bingo! Square filled: Hurt Feelings

Not Pretty

"Not you," dripping with disdain and a sneer while the onlookers snicker, echoes in your mind as you sit on the bench in the locker room at the precinct, momentarily sidetracked from gathering your belongings.

You shouldn't be feeling like this. Sad. Defeated. The sense of utter failure lingering over you. You and the team made the bust. And yet all you hear is that bouncer's voice.

‐

Of course it's a frigid Chicago night as you stand outside the nightclub with members of your team undercover and underdressed. Your knee high boots help conceal your credentials as well as your backup piece, but your left little toe is already numb with pain and you're positive your heels are going to blister. You tug the bottom of your dress as if that will magically make it grow longer.

Kim playfully swats your hand. "Stop fidgeting."

"This dress is tiny and it's freezing," you stick your tongue out and she laughs at you.

"Yes, well in lieu of making your dress longer or warmer, try to relax," she offers you a tentative smile.

Through your earpiece, your partner's voice rings out, "She's right, y/n. You look...fine. just concentrate on the task." Feeling chastised, you scowl in Jay's general direction. He's somewhere in the crowd of people in line for the club in case there's trouble before you even get in. He somehow manages to catch your eye, before you plaster on the fakest of smiles.You turn to Kim just as Erin bounces up to you both, hooking her arms through Kim's elbow and yours. "Ladies! Let's get this started."

Laughing with each step, feigning flippant attitudes, you and the girls walk past the line, straight to the bouncer by the door. He barely glances up from his clipboard.

"Name?"

"You won't find our names on your list, but-"

"End of the line," he barks.

"Please," Erin pouts.

"He's just doing his job," Kim says. He looks up, appreciating the recognition. "We'll go," but none of you make to move. His eyes rake over your bodies. Erin acts as if she's about to move, but then tilts her head slightly.

"Are you Rob? Because my friend, Cassidy, was here two or three nights ago and she said you had all the right moves," she says, dropping the name of her CI.

He laughs, "You lot know Cass? That girl is wild. You party like her?"

"Harder," you say with a cheeky smile.

"And longer," Kim winks.

She and Erin giggle. You laugh a little late and very awkwardly. Rob moves finally granting entry.

You all move to go in, but he stops you.

"Not you," He sneers. Erin and Kim halt. "You two can go in. She has to wait." They scoff and protest, but he's unwilling.

"Sorry no uglies." You feel your heart plummet; his words sting no matter how badly you wish they didn't. But even though you're hurt and angry, your face remains neutral. A group of smug girls on the other side of Rob snicker and point in your direction. Another wave of dejection hits you and you shove your emotions down again.

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295 notes - Posted October 21, 2022

We Need You

Pairing: Kelly Severide/Fem Reader

Summary: Kelly responds to a fire at your workplace

Warnings: ? lmk if I'm forgetting something

A contribution to One Chicago Week 2002. Prompt used: chills. Huge shout out to @resanoona for helping this actually get edited. I thought I had a cute idea and this was a pain to write so I hope ya"ll like it.

Part 1|| Part 2

We Need You Part 1

It should have been a day like any other. But being a squad lieutenant at one of the busiest firehouses in Chicago didn't exactly promise Kelly Severide "normal" days. Or maybe what made this day worse than others was that Kelly was in love with you.

Bells rang at Firehouse 51. A building fire demanded truck, squad, and ambo. There was a slight hesitation in Kelly's pace as he kept going over the address in his head. Then, he felt his heart sink to his stomach; that address was your workplace.

For Kelly, the ride felt like it took an eternity. In reality, squad arrived at the scene in under three minutes.

The ten story building appeared to be engulfed by flames from all sides. Dark, heavy smoke poured out of windows. People were still exiting the building, but many were gathered just outside coughing, crying. Paramedics ushered everyone they could and began triage nearby. Kelly, hoping against hope, scanned the crowd for your face.

"Severide. Severide!”

Kelly's attention was pulled from the group of unknown faces to the man that just hollered his name. Casey gave him a quick 'what's the matter with you?' look.

"Y/n works here. Seventh floor."

Understanding and worry washed over Casey. "We'll find her, Kelly. She'll be okay." Kelly, not trusting his voice, only nodded in response. Casey resumed speaking to a man about the fire. Kelly listened while his eyes focused on the door, willing you to walk through it unharmed.

“Any way of knowing how many people were present?”

The man shook his head no.

“Know how the fire started? Did you smell anything, see anything?”

“I’m sorry, no. I can tell you the ground floor is just washrooms now and custodian closets. And the top two floors are completely vacant since-” The man erupted into a coughing fit.

“Thank you, sir for that information. Let’s get you checked out.” Sylvie appeared at the man’s side and escorted him to the ambo for a quick assessment.

Civilians stopped exiting.and Casey started giving out orders. Kelly instructed squad to gear up when a sudden blast of flames overtook the entire eastside of the building.

Kelly could not let any more time pass. His first instinct had been to run into the building, straight for your office. He tried to remain calm, assess the fire with Chief and Casey, and stayed outside as long as he could. Kelly would not wait any longer. He raced towards the building ignoring the protests of both Boden and Casey.

"Y/n could be in there!" he yelled back to them before disappearing into the smoke.

“Severide!” Boden barked.

“I’ll get him, Chief!” Cruz appeared on the other side of Casey, mask ready.

“No.” His voice made it clear there was to be no arguing. “We stick to the plan.”

“Copy that.”

“Excuse me? Are you in charge?” A woman in her late 40’s approached Boden and Casey.

“Yes, ma’am. I am,” Boden nodded.

“I spoke to all the other office managers and shift supervisors from the entire building. Everyone is accounted for except a woman…a y/ln from the seventh floor.”

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308 notes - Posted September 21, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Perfect

Jay Halstead/ Fem Reader

Summary: Jay's going to be a daddy

Tw: pregnancy, no graphic details of pregnancy or childbirth

Author's note: gif credit @xofeno Song Lady by Brett Young. Lyrics are in italics/not mine.

Perfect

You stand in your bathroom, waiting for the time to pass. You need a distraction. Slowly, you wash your hands again. After drying them quickly on the closest hand towel, you start to untie your hair from its messy bun. You didn't mean to, but you glance and see it. A wave of nausea hits for an entirely different reason now, a twinge of excitement creeps into your stomach. Your heartbeat quickens and you think you may cry.

"Jay," you call out, leaving the bathroom. Your own voice sounds foreign to you. Jay peers out from the kitchen. After a long day turned into a longer night at work for you both, he was fixing a frozen pizza for you two to split.

"Babe?" He asks after a moment of you not saying anything. He looks at you questioningly as you stand wordlessly in front of him, wearing only an oversized t-shirt.

You've dreamt of this day for a while and now that it's here, this is so far from how you ever imagined telling him, but you can't keep it to yourself; you'll surely burst if you try.

"I'm pregnant." You watch Jay anxiously as the realization of your words hit. A large, but cautious smile fills his face. There's hope reflecting in his light eyes.

"Are you sure?"

You nod. Suddenly you feel his arms wrapping you in a tight embrace. He kisses the top of your head. Then your cheek, followed by your other cheek. He pecks your lips. His excitement seems to grow with every kiss.

"A baby, y/n," Jay stops to look at you. "We're having a baby." Gingerly he places a hand on your tummy, though there's no physical signs of life growing inside of you just yet. "My baby's in there."

"Our baby," you gently correct as you smile up at the soon to be father.

I remember when I first heard your heartbeat It had only been eight weeks Standing there, starin' at that screen Was the first time you ever scared me

"I'm here! I'm here! What'd I miss?" A very manic Jay bursts into your exam room where you're having your first ultrasound.

Your tech looks at you bemused. "This must be the father?"

You nod. "That’s my husband." You refrain from laughing, because as crazy as Jay appears right now, the worry he missed something is both evident and adorable. You reassure him that nothing has happened yet.

He relaxes and takes a seat near your table and the screen.

Warm gel is applied to your exposed abdomen and within a few seconds the fast thump thump thump fills the otherwise quiet room. You and Jay lock eyes.

"That’s your baby's heartbeat," the tech reassures you both.

"It sounds like galloping horses," you murmur, already in love with the sound.

"It's so fast," comments Jay, clearly concerned. "Is that normal?"

"Yep. It's exactly what you want to hear and is measuring great." Jay lets out an audible breath relieved. Your tech continues with the ultrasound, captures images and measurements, confirms you're growing only one baby, gives you an estimated due date, before finally concluding. A few images have been printed off for you two to take home. The tech leaves the room for you to dress. When you're done, you can't help but notice Jay still staring at the ultrasound pictures. A smile is on his face.

I hope you look just like your momma And love her like I do

"I just really want a milkshake if you don't mind," you say, a hand resting on your growing belly. "And maybe a steak please? With a baked sweet potato for the side." You grin sheepishly.

Jay only chuckles as he continues to rub your bare feet. "Are we going out, or…?"

You groan. "I'm just so tired.'

He laughs again. "Not a problem, babe. I'll go bring it home." He lifts your feet from his lap to stand.

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373 notes - Posted September 1, 2022

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