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scarletskiesinthepaths · 2 months

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can you talk about kuchel and levi pls i loved your last post abt levi

Hi, thank you so much for your question! I'm really excited because this is the first time I've received an ask like this :) Thank you as well for your kind words on my post!

Off the top of my head, I'll lay out some of my thoughts in general about Levi and Kuchel and some of the speculations I have regarding the circumstances they were in together:

Kuchel seemed to be a victim of sex trafficking. She fled to the Underground City to escape persecution, but prior to that, we can assume that she lived a relatively sheltered and privileged life, as the Ackermans served and protected the King. Because of this, it is unlikely she would have had the skills or knowledge to defend herself once reaching the Underground, so I'm assuming she was preyed upon—especially since it doesn't seem like she ever awakened her own Ackerman powers. We also know that human trafficking is common underground, given Mikasa's backstory and some of the "Bad Boy" panels that have been released.

Given that Kuchel became pregnant with Levi by one of her patrons while working as a prostitute, Levi is essentially the product of rape; Kuchel's occupation was more akin to forced labor and sexual slavery than it was willful employment. I'm certain the circumstances of his birth were never lost on Levi, as I'm sure he witnessed his mother being forced to have sex on a highly frequent basis due to their living arrangements.

To elaborate, I'm fairly certain Kuchel and Levi lived in the brothel she worked at. When Kenny went to search for Kuchel's address, the man he spoke with referred to her as "Olympia" (her prostitute name). That man was also aware of her health status in reference to her ability to see clients, so I'm assuming he was the brothel owner. Building upon Levi witnessing the sexual violence toward his mother by her clients, the reason I think this is the case is because I doubt Kuchel would have felt secure in having Levi leave the room. Given the danger of their situation and how hostile of an environment the Underground is, Kuchel would have wanted to ensure Levi's safety from kidnappers by keeping him in her presence. From what we see of the room Levi was in when Kenny found him, there was only one relatively small bed and a paltry amount of furniture. Not many places for Levi to hide, unfortunately.

The likelihood that Kuchel had postpartum depression (PPD) is quite high, as certain psychosocial circumstances increase the risk factors for developing PPD: stressful life events during the pregnancy, unplanned pregnancy, food insecurity, violence against women, low socioeconomic status, low social support, single marital status, sexual abuse history, and more. All of these aforementioned factors apply to Kuchel. It is exceedingly unlikely Kuchel would have had access to treatment for any PPD she may have had as well. Furthermore, it is well-known that PPD can adversely impact the maternal-infant relationship, particularly untreated PPD. This would have affected not only Kuchel's ability to attend to her own needs, but also Levi's needs.

Levi was dying from starvation when Kenny found him. I imagine Levi was stuck with his mother's decaying corpse for around a week, and one does not reach that level of starvation from going without food for a week. Simply from those panels alone, it is evident Levi had probably gone without sufficient access to food for months at a time. This demonstrates that Kuchel was having significant difficulties providing for Levi's basic needs. Based on this fact alone, Kuchel would not have had the capabilities and resources to provide Levi with higher-level needs, like the feelings of love and belonging that children need to thrive. I think Kuchel clearly loved and wanted Levi deeply, just based on the panel of her crying tears of happiness while holding Levi as an infant; however, the reality of her situation would have precluded her from properly relaying this love to Levi.

Let's take a look at Maslow's hierarchy of needs:

Basically, human needs are arranged in this hierarchy, with lower-level needs required for survival having to be satisfied before moving on to higher-level needs. Higher-level needs cannot be met if lower-level needs are not. The more one progresses through this hierarchy, the harder it is to continue to move through the hierarchy due to the practical and interpersonal barriers that inevitably occur. Physiological needs are the most important because no other needs can be satisfied unless those are met. Practically none of Levi's physiological needs were being met during his childhood:

We've established he had no food.

Given the poverty they were in and the nature of the Underground, a lack of clean drinking water makes sense.

The barest minimum of shelter was provided, given the small room they lived in. The shelter itself was inadequate and unsafe.

Levi was dressed in rags when Kenny found him, so we can extrapolate that he did not have much clothing.

Due to the lack of sunlight and the known effects on circadian rhythm, as well as Levi's known issues with insomnia during adulthood, consistent sleep was also an issue.

Clean air quality also seems like it'd be an issue Underground, given the lack of electricity. Torches and oil lamps probably contributed significantly to air pollution, along with the proper lack of air ventilation.

On a different note, we know from Kenny's conversation with the man who I assume was the brothel owner that Kuchel got sick from one of her clients. Of course, it's possible that Kuchel may have gotten some other sort of illness from her client, but given the occupational hazards of her labor, I'm assuming this was a sexually transmitted disease (STD). We already know Levi is extremely wary and concerned about disease when he's older to the point of being seen as a "clean freak"; it seems pretty easy to trace this concern to his experiences living underground. Given how Kuchel became sick, it's not a leap to think Levi might associate sex with disease, especially if he ever learned about the concept of STDs. Levi probably internalized some very negative messages and associations regarding sex from his childhood with his mother.

Anyway, those are some of the basic thoughts I have in my head regarding Kuchel and Levi's circumstances. I do have some more, so I would definitely love to write more posts at some point on this topic. Thanks again for reaching out!

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #Levi Ackerman #Kuchel Ackerman #aot #snk #attack on titan meta #shingeki no kyojin meta #c: levi ackerman #c: kuchel ackerman #r: kuchel & levi #aot.meta #meta.levi #meta.kuchel #ask #asks #my thoughts

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prettybean · 5 months

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GHOST

“A table for one, please”

Prompt: Ghost is a waiter

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE

I still wonder why that idiot Soap insisted so much on me going to this restaurant. Two weeks ago, while he was surfing the internet, he discovered this little-known place in the city and incessantly begged me to accompany him. I can't believe he left me here alone. I hope he has decided on the place where he will be buried; at least that man will make up for the waste of time.

I silently enter the restaurant, looking around to admire the interior: many small lights cover the sofas and each table is elegantly set. Everything has its place, including the decorative plants delightfully positioned at the sides of the room. I stare at the waiter for a few moments; his back is turned as he checks the reservations of the latest customers to arrive. It seems strange, considering that the only ones inside are the two of us. I weakly touch his shoulder to get his attention: "Hello, may I ask you something?"

"Do you see anyone else?” His husky voice jumped to my ears like a graceful melody; his imposing stature was a nice way to make me feel almost submissive or in awe. He is attractive; I can't deny it, so much so that, for a moment, I even forgot the outburst with my friend.

“Are you going to make me wait any longer?” I gasp. I waited so long to come up with an answer that his patience seemed ready to evaporate. Why was he so nervous? “I’m sorry, a table for one”. He starts walking briskly towards a secluded corner of the restaurant, almost away from everyone, as if the tables for one aren't sad enough already. At least I can enjoy a panoramic view from the window; it doesn't seem so bad." my ears like a graceful melody; his imposing stature was a nice way to make me feel almost submissive or in awe. He is attractive; I can't deny it, so much so that, for a moment, I even forgot the outburst with my friend.

"This is the menu. If you want help, don't hesitate to call me." His almost sarcastic tone makes me turn up my nose as I sit down and start leafing through the paper, observing the various dishes under the hard eyes of that waiter.

I feel his gaze burning me from afar. It doesn't bother me that much; I just wonder what is interesting to observe in a customer deciding his dish. That man is so strange. Maybe he doesn't appreciate his profession or he simply woke up in a bad mood.

After several minutes, I raise two fingers to get his attention. "Can I order?"

"You are in a restaurant; I'm pretty sure you can." That acid tone again. I could go crazy. "I'm sorry," I say, looking down. Yet, a soft laugh escapes the lips of the boy next to me. It lasts a few seconds, as if he didn't want me to notice. "I'll have some Chili," I whisper, pondering my choice once again before the man jots down my order in a notebook, vanishing towards the kitchen in silence. How nice.

I can't believe that Soap did that again. He didn't even have the decency to call me and explain the situation; instead, only a miserable apology message appears on the display of my mobile phone, alongside a laughing emoticon. I feel my blood boiling in my veins. We've been friends for years, and it's no coincidence that he decides not to come at the last minute. In most cases, I find myself eating alone in the most varied restaurants in the city.

The waiter interrupts my thoughts, serving me the dish I had ordered earlier. “Simon, come here”. A slightly taller boy with a fairly thick beard calls him from behind the counter. Simon? I would have imagined a harsher name for that rough man. I wonder why he hasn't been fired yet for his ways or why there are so many positive reviews online.

I get up from my seat; my meal is now finished, and I head towards the exit. “Did you eat well?” His change of tone and his less-than-formal words make me blush slightly. “Yes, the staff was very friendly”, I add ironically, rolling my eyes for a few moments. His face softens, as if he remembered to relax just now.

“I imagine, especially if you have customers during closing hours”. The waiter holds back a smile when he sees my expression after his last words. I don't think I've ever been so embarrassed in my life; I hadn't really paid attention to the time. The tension spreads inside the room, and my downcast gaze of repentance is directed at my feet.

Simon holds a business card close to my face. "Don't hesitate to book next time." "I'm sorry," I stammer before taking the ticket in my hands, leaving the place in a hurry. I can no longer bear the air of misunderstanding that was created; I feel the air missing. His aura is so powerful that I now feel my legs melting from the pressure.

I glance at the business card with the intention of throwing it in the nearest bin, but my curiosity gets the better of me.

“You forgot to pay, sweetheart -the waiter”

Soap, go fuck yourself next time.

#cod #cod x reader #fanfic #video games #ff #soap cod #john soap mactavish #ghost #simon ghost riley #konig #konig mw2 #ghost x reader #ghost mw2 #cod keegan #cod mw2 #cod reader insert

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dameronscopilot · 1 year

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I’ll Be Your Bright Side

Pt. 3 - Find Me Where the Skies Are Blue [BENNY'S POV]

Benjamin “Benny” Miller x f!reader

He was so tightly woven into your life at this point, a part of Benny knew that when you eventually began to dig up those roots, cutting them away to make room for something new, he’d never get those parts of himself back. There would be no getting over you.

Word Count: 1k

Content: angst, pining

A/N: This is a partial snippet of Benny's POV from part 3, detailing his internal monologue when your date shows up before trivia night. Dedicated to @helloimhereforabit 💖💖

If you haven't read I'll Be Your Bright Side yet, I'd suggest reading up to part 3 for context first.

SERIES MASTERLIST

“I have a date.”

A date.

A date?

A pained, self-deprecating laugh threatened to spill from Benny’s lips when you finally said the four words he’d been selfishly hoping he’d never have to hear from you. Because of course it had to happen this way. Of course you’d start seeing someone when he’d finally worked his way right to the precipice of telling you how he felt. He’d been so fucking close.

And yet it seemed that even now, even when you were in the same room, you were destined to be a million miles away.

He deserved this.

You attempted to downplay the date by telling Benny that you were just doing trivia night, but something bristled inside of him as you said it. Admittedly, it was stupid and immature for him to feel some kind of entitlement over it, but you always did trivia night together. And then any chances of him brushing it off were destroyed the moment you added in that Santiago and Frankie had apparently received an invite, too, for whatever reason.

And that…hurt.

Benny felt a pang in his chest, and internally, he stumbled.

While his automatic response was to sarcastically ask if his invite had been lost in the mail, he bit his tongue, easing into the question—though his bafflement over the situation then increased tenfold as you then informed him that it was Star Wars night. The knowledge only served to add insult to injury

“...and you didn’t invite me?”

His confusion grew as you retorted, “I thought you had a hot date tonight.”

In that moment, Benny wanted to shout from the rooftops that there was nothing he wanted less than that—to try and fail on yet another date, where he’d inevitably spend the entire night comparing her to you.

He’d been there and done that already, he’d tried to pretend you hadn’t accidentally ruined him for anyone else.

When he realized you’d taken Santiago’s sarcastic comment about his one-on-one lesson with one of his clients the wrong way, there was a split second where Benny wondered if you were jealous. If perhaps that was why you had a date in the first place. So naturally, before he could second-guess the entire situation, he invited himself to come along.

But at the sound of a knock at your door, Benny was filled with an odd sense of dread.

He could lose you forever.

“Don’t scare him off!”

Striding over, pinning you up against the wall in the entryway, and kissing you the way he’d always imagined doing while your date waited outside would likely fall into that category.

Benny was fairly certain he was going to be sick as he made his way across the room and went to lean against your kitchen counter, reaching for a tea packet sitting in a pile in a small wooden bowl to busy his hands—better than clenching them at his sides. He watched as your date briefly observed the collage of framed artwork he’d painstakingly hung up two weeks ago, another wave of nausea coursing through him at the knowledge that soon, it might no longer be his place to do things like that for you.

You wouldn’t need to call him to come over when you couldn’t reach something on the top shelf. When you found a ridiculous armchair at a yardsale and needed help getting it up into your apartment.

And you definitely wouldn’t call him anymore shrieking over a spider the size of a quarter at three in the morning, knowing he’d drag himself out of bed just to come and squash it for you.

(There’d be no more late nights passed out beside you on your couch either—those quiet, stolen moments where he woke up to find you asleep with your head resting on his shoulder. When, cast in the soft glow from the television, he’d glance down at you and allow himself to pretend. If only for a moment.)

You had so many of his shirts strewn about in your drawers and closets, what would you do with those? Would you leave them forgotten until you eventually came across them years later, hardly remembering who Benny was? Would you donate them to a thrift store without a second thought?

Would you give them back to him? As if he’d ever be able to stomach wearing them again.

Benny never quite could lie to himself about how much he loved seeing you in his shirts, the way he never made an effort to get them back when you borrowed them.

There would be no getting over you.

As you introduced Benny to Dan, he couldn’t decide what he was more distracted by—the fact that this was his bizarro lookalike from the dating app, or the way he almost felt the need to correct him for bringing you a bouquet of cut flowers.

Wildflowers, nonetheless, like some goddamn hipster.

He didn’t know you didn’t care for bouquets.

That you always felt silly for how guilty and upset watching them wilt and die made you feel.

He didn’t know how much you loved houseplants and the permanence they represented. The way they set down roots, how they’d always stick around as long as you took care of them.

There he went with the fucking plant metaphors again.

Dan didn’t know you had funny names for each and every one strewn about in your apartment. He didn’t know the story behind the lopsided one sitting on the windowsill in the living room, the one whose pot had a small chip along the lip—Benny had knocked it over when he was watering your plants for you while you were away once.

As he watched you rifle through drawers looking for a vase to put the flowers in, Benny was on autopilot as he went to grab the one that he knew was in the cabinet above the fridge.

But as you placed Dan’s flowers down on the counter beside the small plant Benny had bought for you on a whim last week, something about seeing the way the two contrasted with one another was Benny's undoing.

Maybe you’d learn to like flowers better.

#benny miller x reader #benny miller #triple frontier #garrett hedlund fanfiction #ben miller x reader #ben miller #triple frontier fanfiction #dee writes #I'll Be Your Bright Side #IBYBS

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bloggingboutburgers · 8 months

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Do you have any advice for someone traveling to Europe from the US for the first time?

Hi!! I'm so so sorry for replying so late TwT This week's been messy!! I hope I'm not too late TwT

Seeing as I'm the European one in my long-distance relationship with my queerplatonic partner, and THEY've had to come to Europe from the US for the first time to visit me, I took the liberty of asking THEM for some advice, which I feel would be more accurate^^ They've given a lot of input, so everything's under the cut! (Many thanks to them <3)

Okay I'm just going to be transparent here. If you're traveling to Europe by yourself, then be mindful of any testing or documentation needed for that travel. ( Good starting point is here [https://travel.state.gov/content/travel/en/international-travel/before-you-go/travelers-with-special-considerations/schengen.html]) It's always good to make sure you have them at the ready since the international airport of where you live, will most likely check that when confirming your check in. Currently from my understanding, people from the United States will need the European Travel Information and Authorization System (ETIAS) in order to come in to the EU. ( website over here [https://travel-europe.europa.eu/etias_en]) That starts January of 2024. However, once you have it, it's good for three years. They're not accepting applicants at the moment but it's important to have that at the ready if you are planning to visit in the next following year and onwards. Aight, so that's the whole technical aspect of it. Here's like genuinely wish someone told me when I traveled by myself to Europe.

[16:37]Bruh, I underestimated how long the flights are. Absolutely get a airline that provides food regularly because you'll definitely be needing it or bring some food with you. The hunger factor gets to you! Also water, please do get that! During those flights, I've had window seats and they've been serving me well! Like honestly if the section is going for the restroom, you follow the herd, just to make it easier. Also, gauge if ya can chat with your seat neighbors! They've been pretty cool from my experience! (My first ever flight to Europe, there was a couple with a service dog with them! They kindly allowed me to pet the dear but sadly had to move to a better seating for them. Which I respected! Though as a result I had a whole lane for myself! Boi the leg space was a god send! Gosh! Yeah! The leg space in economy is cramped! In all transparency, I'm petite! I fit fine but for my fellow average and up companions...yeah it's a bit uncomfortable. Just be sure to do stretches before and after the flight!) Let's see...I've brought my own head phones which was solid for the movies provided at the flight and if you want some music while you read! I finished vol 1-3 of "The Adventure Zone: Balance" when I first visited with some nice tunes! Then I read some long fanfics from AO3, which were super solid. Nonetheless, whichever is most comfiest for you to spend hours doing for entertainment with slight constant movement is more power to you! It's okay to give yourself options too! Hmmm...once you land, at least where I landed, there was small letterings in English that assist in directing your way through the airport. Though more often than not, there's veterans that just know their way and usually the crowd is heading the same way. So know where your going but usually if you follow the herd of peeps heading to customs, ya know ya have arrived. Gosh, okay, I'll stop right there! Thank you for reading my Ted talk!

That's for my partner's advice! And as for a bit of mine:

Definitely don't forget about the ETIAS document if that'll apply to you. It's a fairly quick process but it's crucial.

Don't expect a great level of English proficiency everywhere in Europe. It can vary from country to country. Typically countries that speak latin languages (like France, Italy or Spain) tend to be less fluent in English and you'll have more trouble Englishing your way there. Of course, that's all evolving with time, but yeah.

...Overall honestly that's the European in me talking but don't expect too much from Europe Europe is kinda mid /j /hj

#anon #europe #travel advice #sorry i'm late again TwT

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Just some stuff I noticed, from small to serious.

旦那 (dan'na)

K so I found it funny Black Sperm calls Saitama “dan'na” bc the term can mean different by its context, eg. an honorific for husband, patron, or master, etc. I believe it's translated to English as “Boss” which is most fit but when I first read it I automatically associated it with “master” of the more softer nuances and not the rougher casual “hey boss” sort of vibe, so I was surprised like, huh BS is unusually deferential to Saitama, esp. bc the rest of his speech pattern is fairly casual. But, makes sense bc he's seen enough to know. Also makes sense bc on one hand, rn he has to pretend to be a benign, goofy “monkey” …idk how ppl see a black teletubby n just believe it's monkey but s'ok, story logic… to get by heroes, hence the casual goofy monkey speech, but on the other, he absolutely does not want to cross Saitama, so he chooses to refer to him politely.

master (of a house, shop, etc.)

husband: can be used to refer to your own, or smb else's husband (add honorifics). Some other ways of address: 夫 otto, 主人 shujin,

sir; boss; master; governor: used to address a male patron, customer, or person of high status

patron of a mistress, geisha, bar or nightclub hostess; sugar daddy (パトロン)

alms; almsgiver: Buddhism, usually written as 檀那 for Buddhist context

As you can see, a non-exhaustive list of what it can mean. With automatic association to house -hold and patronage nuances, my mental image got mildly confused for a moment. Like can you really see an obeisant, nice little BS who humbly serves Saitama with utmost formality??

I feel myself make an uneasy face I cannot quite describe.

Also it was good to see him ask about Manako, but I do want to know if she's alive and safe.

Homewrecker? No it's (unlicensed) Demolition. Opennenoorn Get Out

^after the scene when Forte got hit, Fubuki told Saitama to go with her and said:

あなたの住処を破壊した張本人に会わせてあげる

Basically the reason she gave for their excursion was, “I'll let you meet the person responsible for the destruction of your residence.”

Whom I thought was Psykos bc at the moment, we saw parallel scenes of Tsukuyomi guy at her cell and Tatsumaki had not arrived, but Saitama doesn't know Psykos yet, so when Fubuki made her speech, Saitama confused without so much as context to who all the ppl on scene are, then Tatsumaki arrives most destructively, he must have thought it could be absolutely no other than the “chibi” who threw Genos on a wall.

Which is why Saitama went “I see, the one who destroyed my home was…(Tatsumaki) ಠ ◡ ಠ##”

But I had to wonder who did Fubuki really mean to refer to with “the person who destroyed your place”? If Fubuki meant Psykos how would Saitama react?

Fortress Haven or Death Maze?

Hige Coffee: lit. Beard Coffee (lol)

Well it's good to see Max and Shadow on break, but an emergency call cuts it short, and amidst the commotion, one of them (I assume it's Max) laments the place is so big it's easy to get lost.

What can I say, it's almost like the new HQ, with its concentrated yet puzzled pyramid structure, complete with a moat of self-isolation, remotely omniscient surveillance, a manufactured façade of paradise with luxury security atop seven hells of hidden disasters eager to be released, and so on…almost like it's a direct visual representation of HA's operation hierarchy: centralized system of power and economic monopoly, yet rife with office politics, factions at tension, dysfunctional management, corrupt unstable foundation, and unsavoury secrets to hide.

Cohesively staffed, an impregnable fortress. Yet improperly managed, an exit-less death maze.

And I say it bc the place is not only complicated and spacious but also uniform. Its grand Jenga-Lego stack of cluster structures look so similar, if not literally the same, from every angle, if you rotated it on a turntable, I couldn't tell the sides from each other nor which faced NESW at first.

Of course, part of why they got lost is, it's newly built, heroes just moved to residency, obviously, it's not out of expectation for heroes, or anyone who's never step foot there for the matter, to be unfamiliar with exact floor plan details of such a vast, complex structure, its design sleek at best and dystopian at worst.

But I must wonder, for I feel like it will become a problem later, HQ's isolated vast complexity… If it doesn't fall apart from its core first, what with overpowered resident, destructive visitors, and let's not forget the basement full of a nasty little monstrosity of pets the corrupt executives keep for cash flow they don't use to pay heroes.

Air and Blue Fire: Cyborg Surgery?

On a scale of beneficial to suspicious, question.

Notice the text right next to Air? It's an SFX.

キュイーン kyui—n (onomatopoeia): like a whirr sound effect, low sounds of machinery at work, usually small technical ones which contract or spin. For example, camera lens… how ominous, don't you think?

While Forte is eager to get out of bed and make a quick work of the noisy monsters who disturb his already bad day, blow off convenient steam, it looks like Air can't even emote natural, human facial expressions, and it unsettles me so!

If you look long enough it almost looks like he is controlled like a puppet Σ(-᷅_-᷄⁉︎)

As for BlueFire, I can't tell if it's an empty sleeve or a prosthetic arm but hopefully he got an arm with extra spicy flamethrower fingers so he can be extra terribly efficient. He'd probably max his specs to roast evildoers out of spite. I sense one step to Genos. Same age, similar personality.

Bonus: List of Every Hero Present

aka. faces you see the last moments of your life, if you happen to be a mischievous monster at the wrong place at the wrong time.

Top panel: Golden Ball, Spring Mustachio, Red Muffler, Funeral Suspenders, D-pad, bottom L hat prolly Gun Gun, Shooter, Smile Man, Skunk-Boy Gasmask, top L corner Eyelashes, Mohawk Hacker, Brass Knuckles guy, Great Philosopher, Magic Trick Man, Darkness Blade, Bones, prolly Blue Fire's back (front of Bones), All Back Man? (didn't he quit?), Butterfly DX, Kusari-Gama, Mushroom, Horse-Bone, Twin Tails, can't tell who the mop of dark hair next to her is but prolly Blizzard member, Tank-Top Al-Dente, Tank-Top Rockabilly, another two Blizzards by the suit,

Bottom: Eyelashes, Brass Knuckle, Spiked Club Blizzard, L- Max, Genji, Stinger, Tank-Top Mask, Tank-Top Racer, Crescent Eyebroll, Green, Wild Horn, Skunk Boy Gasmask, Tank-Top Al-Dente, Tank-Top Rockabilly, a sliver of Darkness Blade, Heavy Kong.

Fubuki Group? More like Mafia?

Look at how they stand. Look at how they walk. Look at their formation. If each of them were as strong as Needle Star got, fought as well as the support team cooperated, if equally valued and given opportunity to contribute their expertise, they truly would be formidable, fearsome foes, and reliable allies Fubuki can trust to hold their own and not constantly worry about. Of course part of the problem is Fubuki's own insecurities but we know she has the potential to be a great leader if she put her focus on the right path and used her power to maximum beneficial strategy

Counted around 33 members without Fubuki or Saitama. Rowdy Suit Gang. Mountain Ape n Lily stand out and you can see them from far away.

Extra Bonus: Spot the Spy 6-6

Nah cuz I really need to talk about the cursed Tsukuyomi guys. I brewed some praises n some toasty roasty jokes. I need to cook some wacky, juicy conspiracy about them. Just a little gentle speculation.

#opm #one punch man #opm manga #hero association #thoughts #saitama #overgrown rover #black sperm #tatsumaki #fubuki #forte #air #cyborg #body modification #organization #suspicious #blizzard group #traitors #among us

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antxlss · 1 year

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movie date gone wrong

pairing: steve harrington x reader

summary: steve plans a movie night for you guys to get away from the kids when it all goes wrong.

warnings: slight make-out session

a/n: request are open! send me some and i’ll let you know if i can do them!

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today was blazing hot. so naturally the kids wanted ice cream from scoops ahoy, and i wasn't opposed to that due to the fact that my boyfriend, steve harrington, works there. so, i loaded all 6 kids into my car and headed to the mall.

after what seemed like a 3 hour car ride due to the arguing of the kids (in reality 10 minutes) we finally arrived and started our way through the mall to scoops.

i walked through the entrance of scoops trailing behind the kids as i hear robin yell toward the back to steve.

"hey dingus, your children are here!"

steve busts through the door while yelling. "i told you little shitheads, i'm not sneaking you into the movies again."

"we're not here to bum a free movie off of you, we're here for ice cream." i smile.

steve comes out from behind the counter and comes up to me gripping me in a tight hug. he looks in my eyes. "hi honey." he says, and leans in and gives me a loving kiss.

lucas clears his throat. "we're still here."

"yeah. and we want ice cream." will finishes.

"they are cute!" max exclaims.

"yeah whatever. just go over to robin and she'll serve you. y/n, can i talk to you?" steve asks.

"yeah sure."

steve leads us over to an empty booth. "so, i was thinking, you could come over tonight and we could have a movie night? you need an evening away from those little shits."

i laughed "yeah i know. we haven't had a date in forever, but when they ask me to take them places, i just can't say no. "

"yeah, yeah, i get it. you're a softy. look, my parents aren't home, so we will have the whole house to ourselves. " he replies smirking.

"okay, i'll be over around 9 after your shift? " i ask.

"it's a date. " steve smiles.

i give him a chaste peck on the lips. "okay. i have to get these dorks home. see you later. "

and with that i collected the kids, and anticipated the night with steve.

[time skip to that night]

I pull up to the familiar house and walk up to the door. i give it a gentle knock and wait only a few seconds before the door opens to steve. he's changed out of his ridiculous work uniform (i kinda like it to be honest) into a pair of grey joggers and a hawkins high sweatshirt.

"hey baby" steve greets. he kisses my lips gently, and guides me into the living room.

we walked in and he already had the date sat up, with blankets and pillows strewn lazily across the couch, and a bowl of popcorn sat on the coffee table.

"steven harrington, this is the sweetest thing ever." i giggled. he always knows how to make me feel special.

"you know, i am a ladies man" he winked.

"ew. shut up." i smacked his arm as we sat on the couch.

he picked up 2 cassettes, "karate kid or the breakfast club?" he asked.

they were both fairly new, but they are my top 2 movies at the moment. it made my heart warm to know that he remembers small details like that. "karate kid." i answer.

"karate kid it is. " he states as he stands up and puts the tape into the tv.

once he finished, he sat down beside me putting his arm around my shoulder as i cuddled into his side.

about five minutes into the movie, steve was looking down at me breathing on my neck, when i finally feel his soft lips connect with my skin. i look up and our lips meet. the kiss started off slow but got passionate and heated fast as he pushed me back on the couch. all thoughts of the movie out of our minds, he gripped on to my hand, intertwining our fingers as we get lost deeper into each other, when all of a sudden i hear the door bell pulling us out of our make-out session.

"who the hell is that?" steve questions as he gets off from on top of me, helping me off the couch.

"are you expecting someone?" i ask.

"not that i know of."

the ring of the doorbell becomes more rapid as we walk towards the door. steve unlocks the locks, and pulls the door open only to be met with the kids he was trying to get us away from for a night. dustin stood in the front with lucas, will, mike, el, and max behind him.

"what the hell do you shit heads want?" steve asks.

"why is y/n at your house so late?" mike questions.

"el and i told you, they are on a date!" max says.

"yeah we are, so what do you want?" steve repeats.

"well, we need a place to sleep over, because none of our parents will let us at our houses." dustin says.

"no. no, absolutely not." steve replies.

"babe, can i talk to you for a second." i tap on steve's shoulder.

steve shuts the door and turns to me with an annoyed look on his face.

"come on steve. they are just kids."

"yeah but this was supposed to be our night away from babysitting them."

"look you know you actually enjoy babysitting them, and you gotta admit, we wouldn't be dating if it weren't for them. "

"you're right, but we really have to work on telling them no every once and a while." he chuckled as he opened the door to the hopeful looking kids.

"well?" dustin asked hopefully.

steve just opened the door wider and let them in. "we're watching karate kid, so get comfortable. "

i went to the kitchen and made a few more bowls of popcorn and passed it around as steve restarted the movie. steve and i took our seats back on the couch cuddled up together.

although this date didn't turn out exactly the way steve had planned, i still had a good time surrounded by people i love.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x reader smut #steve harrington #steve harrington x you #steve harrington comfort #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington drabble #stranger things #stranger things imagine

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fallowhearth · 1 year

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Branching out into book reviews...

Just finished Age of Ash (Kithamar Trilogy) by Daniel Abraham. Abraham is the author of the Dagger and the Coin series, as well as one half of the Expanse pen-name.

I had mixed feelings about the Dagger and the Coin series, despite liking it enough to finish all six books. There were many elements I thought were well done, and the character work was mostly excellent (one or two glaring exceptions in the cast), but the negative elements were weighted heavily enough that they brought the whole thing down for me. Some truly eye-rollingly cliche character beats, and most damningly for me, despite it being a series about "the Coin", Abraham does not understand economic history. Baru Cormorant this ain't.

That is all to say, I liked Age of Ash much better. The conceit is that two impoverished girls become embroiled in a high political intrigue plot reaching the highest echelons of the city after the murder of one girl's brother. It improves on pretty much every element I disliked in the prior series.

The two main protagonists are well drawn and believable. Alys spends much of the book in the role of antagonist to pure cinnamon roll Sammish, and Abraham here excels as usual in putting you in the head of someone behaving poorly. It's a believable and compelling portrayal of someone in the throes of grief, and the distorted thinking that can cause. And for all I jest, Sammish also comes out as a fairly rounded character. She is my favourite though.

The world of Kithamar the city balances lush (but occasionally overdone) prose with an apparent new-found understanding of how economies work. It's one of the better portrayals of how a 'low end' of town could function. Longhill comes through as a place with a real living culture, and significantly, a place with actual economic function. We follow Sammish as she strings together the various small jobs she can access, and it feels like a believable portrayal of paycheck to paycheck living.

In terms of the main plot, I was initially intrigued by reviews I'd read that complained of a nearly incomprehensible cloak and dagger plot occurring offscreen that was impossible for the reader to understand or follow. This sounded great - I love Harrow the Ninth! Unfortunately (fortunately?) I have to report that these reviewers may just be stupid. I love a convoluted cloak and dagger plot, but the intrigue here is fairly straight forward, presumably to account for the fact we are seeing it through the eyes of characters on the periphery. The factions emerge fairly early and there aren't really any great reversals or reveals. This is fine for its part - it's less about wallowing in the intrigue and more about the personal/interpersonal for Alys and Sammish.

You may have noticed that the other series I've mentioned so far have been in the 'lesbian space atrocities' genre, and that's not just because they are the only referents I know how to reference (though that is also true). Age of Ash may not exactly be in the neighbourhood of lesbian space atrocities, but it's... a neighbour to the neighbourhood. If only because it's far less ambitious than is characteristic. Sammish is in love with her friend, a hopeless puppy love that leads her to act in ways she knows to be foolish (relatable). In an interesting variation, Sammish does not get the girl - she realises she can do better than that specific girl. (Which, she can.) The emotional throughline of the book is partly a coming of age for Sammish: gaining confidence and letting go of her youthful dreams for the future when they no longer serve her.

Overall, would recommend, and I'll likely read the sequels, but not revolutionary.

#daniel abraham #Age of ash #Kithamar #Book review #fantasy novel #sff

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needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves · 2 years

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I gunna be straight forward I want to see the old ass coffee shop trope on Pepa and Felix thank you goodbye

Oh we LOVE some coffee au? Let's GO!

Félix could complain about a lot in his life. The fact that he lived in a small apartment in a big, busy city, the fact that he didn't make nearly as much money as he wanted, or the fact that he worked in the food industry. It. Sucked. But honestly, you had to look at the good things in life. He had a job, he'd only been called one swear word once this month (he worked in food in the middle of a big city, if anything that number is low), and he liked his coworkers. It was fairly slow in the coffee shop too, given that the sun was starting to set. Soon, his shift would be over, he'd get to go home, do it all over again.

"Félix? How's it going up here?"

Agustín poked his head from the back. Félix owned this coffee shop, 'la mariposa negra', alongside his buddy, Agustín. He was the numbers guy, Félix did...well, literally everything else. It was a system, and he worked. Félix shrugged.

"Good, good. Think we should close up early, no one gets coffee at night."

"Maybe, I'm just about done back here. How many pastries do we have left?"

Félix looked over the glass counter, and shrugged.

"A good number. Why, you want something?"

"No. They're good after a day, right?"

"Maybe, but I'd rather give them away, like usual."

"It'd be easier."

"If everything in life was easy, we wouldn't push ourselves, amigo."

Agustín always worried about money, he couldn't blame him. But Félix had too much pride to serve day old food like other coffee places. Agustín chuckled, knowing better than to argue.

"I know, I know. I just, wish people saw that, Félix. Let's clean up early, get a head start for tomorrow. You need help?"

"I got it, I got it."

Félix was started to pack away all the pastries, when the bell on the door rang, letting him know someone was here.

"Hey, we're shutting kinda early tonight, so you can't hang out in here, just an fyi."

"Oh, that's too bad, it feels nice in here."

He stood up to properly apologize to this woman's face, when he got a good look at her. Now love at first sight was bullshit. But adoration at first sight was VERY much a thing, because this woman was GORGEOUS. She wore a black tank top with a picture of a sun on it, cute little shorts that revealed those beautiful, long legs of hers, and her face. Sharp green eyes, beautiful freckles, and little wisps of red hair clung a bit to her sweaty features. A large tattoo ran from her neck, down her front, past her breasts that he totally wasn't looking at, stopping just short of her shorts. They were so detailed, angry, they reminded him of lighting.

"Uh, excuse me? Yoohoo?"

Oh my god, he had been staring at her this whole time, like some weirdo. He cleared his throat, trying to save himself here.

"Sorry that's just. A REALLY impressive tattoo."

She looked down at herself and grinned, showing off her cute little gap in her teeth.

"Oh thank you! My brother did them! He's an artist. So uh, is it too late to order?"

"Oh no no, please, go on, what can I get you?"

She sighed in relief, whiping some sweat from her forehead.

"Good! I was hoping you guys were still open when my run was over. Let's see...oh, I want one of those chocolate muffins, chocolate cake pop, two of those brownies...and what would you recommend for coffee? I want something sweet."

"Could've fooled me on that one. Honestly, I like the salted carmel fraps. Could put in a couple more pumps than usual, since you're a first."

"Ugh, I heard THAT during my first time. Sure, I'll take it."

He snorted, despite not really wanting to. It made her smile, and he hated it, no way a woman should get to look so pretty and be THIS funny. He got the cup ready, and was about to just make it, when he realized he could totally use this opportunity here.

"Name for the drink?"

"I'm...the only one here?"

"And how do you spell that?"

It was HER turn to snort now, and damn was that a sound he could get used to.

"P-E-P-A. Odd way to spell it, I know."

So her name was Pepa. Pretty Pepa. He wrote the name on the cup, and as he let everything blend, he packaged up her goodies.

"I haven't seen you pass by here, you new?"

"To the area, yes, I'm here for work."

"What do you do for work? Model?"

She chuckled at him, swatting her hand playfully at him.

"Oh, you flatter. No, I'm a meteorologist! I work at the news station like, twenty minutes from here."

"Oh I think I know that place, I delivered coffee there once."

He poured the contents of the blender into a cup, added whipped cream, and added loads of caramel to the top, before putting a lid on it, and adding it to the rest of her order.

"Oh I didn't know you delivered."

"We really don't, we were just especially broke that week, honestly."

She chuckled as she put her counted the cash she needed for her order, before stopping herself.

"Oh shit, I almost forgot-could I get an iced coffee too? Something strong. And an egg sandwich, totally forgot my sister asked for something."

"No problem at all,"

Félix got started on this next coffee, making it as strong as strong could get, as well as throwing an egg sandwich in the griddle.

"Your sister works with you?"

"Oh no, she works at the hospital a bit away, she's an emergency response nurse. We live together though."

"Ay, it's good to stay with family. Mine's back in Colombia."

He met her rather surprised looking eyes, and for a moment, she looked excited.

"You're from Colombia too? My mom is from there!"

"REALLY? Huh. Small world, huh?"

This woman loved talking about herself, and he did NOT mind in the slightest. He got the rest of her order, pushing it to her, and giving her the change back. He hated to see her go, really he did. But it's not like she could stay her. Though, he'd never forgive himself if he didn't at least TRY his shot at this woman.

"You know I uh, haven't met anyone else from Colombia here. Do you miss it?"

She looked surprised by his question as she gathered her stuff, before her face fell, and she nodded.

"I do, yes. Mi papi called it his home before he died, it meant a lot to me. But we moved here because I was given the job offer, as well as my sister. Why do you ask?"

"Well, I'm just saying, I miss it too. I miss Christmases there, I even miss Palm sundays. And the flower festival, always beautiful. I just thought, if you needed someone to relate to, we could always talk more."

She seemed to not understand it, before a chuckle escaped her precious lips.

"Are you...flirting with me, hombrecito?"

"I'm more keen on the word 'seduce', but si, I am flirting with you. Assuming another man hasn't swept in before me."

Pepa bit in her lip in thought, before setting her stuff down, and grabbing the pen usually left on the counter. She then took his hand (her skin was SO soft), and wrote numbers on it, alongside just the smallest heart.

"My phone number. I'm not giving it to you because we're both Colombian, you know."

"You...aren't?"

"No. I like sweets, and I can't think of anything sweeter than chocolate ~"

She kissed his palm, leaving just a bit of lipstick under the ink. She was a bold woman, not shy at all. She gathered her things, gave him a wave alongside that mischievous look, and he swore he saw rainbows over her as she left. He stood there, not believing this absolute goddess just hit on him. She was so pretty, she worked close, and clearly she was into him. How much luck can one man have?

"Félix, did I hear someone come in? Do you...you okay?"

Félix slowly nodded, and didn't care how badly he was swooning right now.

"I'm...more than okay. I think I just met the woman of my dreams."

"Ay, you said that last week."

"It's DIFFERENT this time! You should've seen her, Agustín! She was pretty, witty, she's. Oh, my poor heart, it won't sit still!"

"You sure it's not the three cups of coffee you've had today?"

"...might be both."

Agustín rolled his eyes as he helped him finish cleaning, before they walked back home. Agustín may not believe him, but Félix knew what he was talking about. He knew he was in love with a woman who didn't even know his name.

#not transformers #encanto #asks #coffee au #listen i was gonna have it be two coffee shop owners #but Pepa cannot be in the kitchen at all #plus i like the idea of Félix getting excited everytime he sees her walk in

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surrealsunday · 2 years

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Jamie I miss Kinn and Porsche 🥺. Did you say you were going to write fic for them? Or are you? Snippet??? 🥺🥺🥺🥺🙏🙏🙏

The begging eyes... 😂😂😂 (I miss them too!!!)

Yes I am writing a KP fic. I'm 43k into it so not doing too bad I don't think. Hilariously this was a one-shot idea I had that I thought I would test out (to see if I could write for them) before writing my actual idea. But being who I am as a person... things got a little out of control 😌.

And since you asked with adorable begging eyes... (and also because I think I'm far enough into it to guarantee I'll finish)... here is your snippet:

💙💙💙💙

“Whatever. He can smile all he likes, he’s still a dick.”

“Porsche…” Pete’s tone serves as a warning but it’s hardly the first time it’s been directed at Porsche. Pete’s been with the firm far longer and he’s known for his professionalism. Telling off the boss his very first day of work, and spilling hot coffee on him two months into the job, are not things Pete has any experience doing.

“Come on Pete,�� Porsche sighs, poking him in the shoulder for good measure. “You know I’m right. They’re all like that. Egos gotta be big ‘cause their dicks are so small.”

It doesn’t get the laugh Porsche expects. Instead, Pete’s eyes widen. And he’s not looking at Porsche. He’s looking just beyond Porsche’s shoulder.

A feeling of dread seeps into Porsche’s every pore just as a voice speaks from behind him.

“You wouldn’t be talking about me, would you?”

Porsche turns slowly. He keeps his eyes low, fixing them first on the shoes, perfectly polished and gleaming in the artificial light of the kitchen, before, with a steadying breath, he raises them to meet the eyes of the man stood before him.

Kinn.

Because of course it is.

“No,” Porsche answers immediately, tipping his chin up in a way he knows mimics how he looked at Kinn in the boardroom. A challenge. There’s a sound behind him, a mumbled apology and excuse, and he doesn’t need to look to know Pete has deserted him. And well… if Porsche is about to be fired, he doesn’t plan to go out meekly. “Little self centered, isn’t it?” Porsche hopes Pete is listening and he’s just managed to give his friend a heart attack. All he deserves for abandoning Porsche. Again. The traitor.

Kinn exhales a sound of amusement, a faint smile appearing. It’s not what Porsche expects. But then, he supposes Kinn hasn’t at all been what he expected at any point on this bizarre day. “Not when I own the place.” Ok… maybe that is what Porsche expected.

He rolls his eyes, not hiding the gesture from Kinn. “Doesn’t mean everyone is talking about you.”

Kinn’s eyebrow twitches. “No, I suppose you’re right.” There’s a mirrored challenge in his own eyes. “They’d know better.”

Porsche just barely represses the urge to roll his eyes again. “Because you’re the boss?”

Kinn doesn’t pause in providing his answer. “Because my dick is totally proportionate to my ego.”

There’s a ringing silence in Porsche’s ears as his brain takes in the words that have just come out of Kinn’s mouth. He’s fairly certain his mouth has dropped open. Kinn tips his chin slightly in suggestion as he turns, nothing about his expression indicating he’s said anything unusual.

“Follow me.”

#Kinn saw one Porsche Kittisawasd and be wildin 😌#kinnporsche #KP Office fic

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facethefearcomic · 1 year

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//CONGRATULATIONS, VALUED EMPLOYEE

With this binding signature, you have become a full-fledged member of our Wing. Rest easy knowing that Lobotomy Corporation will henceforth provide a stable and varied work environment, bustling with innovation and opportunity. Seeing as you are now ready for your first day of work, please follow the arrows to the appropriate elevator, which will take you to your assigned department.

From this point on, you will have to rely solely on your co-workers and your own intuition. Orders will be delegated to you by your superiors, and should you have any special requests, do not hesitate to inquire with your Captain or Department Head. Finally, always remember.

FACE THE FEAR, BUILD THE FUTURE

. . .

//CONTROL TEAM, MAIN ROOM

The elevator opens with a small, tinny ring. Before you can get a proper sense of your surroundings, you are instantly struck by the loud voice of a person dressed pretty much identically to you, wearing the armband of your department.

"Hey, you're the newbie, aren't you? You're two minutes late, but I guess you had to deal with paperwork."

They eye you from head to toe, sighing under their breath. As if in resignation, they relax their tense expression and look you straight in the eyes, continuing their uptight introduction.

"I'm Chel, the captain of Control. Basically, when anything goes wrong, listen to my exact orders and you might improve your chances of survival. Speaking of, don't get your hopes up now that you've joined a Wing. The facility we're standing in was fully rebuilt this month. Know what that means? The one that came before got annihilated, with not a single survivor at the end of its collapse. Only reason this place even has senior agents is because we were relocated from a different facility."

Chel scoffs, giving you one last glance-over. You're unsure what to think. Are they trying to warn you, or just make you feel bad for securing a respectable job? In the end, nothing is ever safe in the City, but a job as the Feather of a Wing always beats dying in the Backstreets. Surely the collapse of the former facility was merely an anomaly, right? Your thoughts have already began to wander, and so you decide to take in the Control Team's Main Room. It's a fairly modern one, spacious and painted a calming sandy yellow. There are large numbers of digital monitors plastered over the walls, which probably serve to keep an eye on the facility.

Just as you're about to start looking for a coffee machine, you hear an annoyed cough from Chel. They appear distinctly ready to erupt into a lecture about ignoring your betters, but are interrupted by the entrance of another individual.

"Good morning!"

Your second and last co-worker barges into the room, offering a meek wave.

"Oh, wow! You must be Emilia, right? I heard about your assignment from the Department Head. Is Chel giving you a hard time? Hehe, sorry about that, I'll try to keep them in check next time."

Chel rolls their eyes, exhaling in frustration.

"Well aren't you responsible, going as far as to keep your superiors in check? Let's also not ignore how you're four minutes late, when you're supposed to arrive twenty minutes before work begins. It wouldn't be very nice if someone was to write that into your performance evaluation, would it?"

"But that would never happen, hehe. Anyhow, I'm Dia! With Chel, we'll teach you the basics of our department and how to work with Abnormalities. Since this facility is brand spanking new, there's currently not a lot to keep track of. Most of the other departments are not opened yet, and those that are only house a single Abno."

"Correct. You filled out a test before coming today, yeah? Dia, did you bring the results?"

"Of course! This'll tell us what your personal strengths are! So, let's see..."

Day 1 - Decision II:

Votes tallied from the Blog and Forum.

#lobotomy corporation #project moon #lobcorp #option game #unofficial #face the fear #build the future

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samcrosfaith · 21 days

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SKIN AND BONES 𝟎𝟖| 𝖆 𝖕𝖎𝖊𝖈𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖕𝖆𝖘𝖙

warning; physical and sexual abuse [not detailed] in this chapter!

With a quiet hum, Tessa followed the slim blonde through the premises of the porn studio where Lyla worked. Tessa entered the building with different expectations and was pleasantly surprised.

It was clean, renovated in a fairly modern way, the directors behind the camera spoke respectfully to the actors in front of the camera, the sight of which took some getting used to. Tessa couldn't help but dare to glance sideways, examining the various sets with curiosity.

Two women were working on one set. A head full of bleach-blonde hair was stuck between a redhead's legs, her lips parted as one fake moan after another fell from her bright red lips. Another moan also came from the other side, not really sounding more genuine than the redhead's.

A question that Tessa had always asked herself was how men, or women, could find something so fake and unrealistic so attractive. It was obvious that no one on set was really seriously excited and horny, everyone was just doing their job and by doing that they seemed surprisingly comfortable. Which spoke for the porn studio.

If employees felt humiliated or mistreated, they wouldn't appear as relaxed and comfortable.

"And here is the photo shoot area", Lyla explained, her sweet, friendly voice catching Tessa's attention. "I know, it's taking some getting used to seeing all thisᅳ but I have a feeling you'd fit in well here."

With a small smile planted on her lips, Tessa's warm brown eyes landed on the enthusiastic blonde. "It's not as strange as I thought it would beᅳ I imagined it would be way worse and, above all, cheaper. It doesn't even smell like pussy in here", she added with a chuckle.

"Most people do imagine it much worse", Lyla winked amused, folding her hands in front of her petite body. "And some studios are exactly thatᅳ cheap and sometimes vulgar, and definitely smelling like cheap pussy. But here everyone is treated with respect and we all make sure it stays clean."

"I can see that, really." Glancing around the huge room that had once served as a warehouse, Tessa finally made a decision. "I think I can imagine working here. I guess I'll have to talk to the boss about that, right?"

"Girl, really? That would be great." Grinning from ear to ear, Lyla hooked her arm with Tessa's and led her straight up a few steps and down a long hallway until she finally knocked on a door. "It's me, Lyla. I have the new girl I told you about with me."

Tessa felt her heartbeat in her throat, her palms sweaty as she waited for an answer from the other side of the doorᅳ which came a moment later. A friendly 'Come in' encouraged Lyla to open the door and just a second later Tessa was dragged into the room.

And the sight almost overwhelmed her.

Dark red carpet was now under her feet, not like the light vinyl flooring in the other rooms. Two walls facing each other were painted the same dark red while the other two were covered in a dark shade of gray. Flashy, oversized gold picture frames hung in a row on the walls, with smaller ones underneath. All of them framed porn magazine covers or awards.

Scantily clad to naked women could be seen on every poster, the oldest picture was probably from the early 80's and the newest looked quite modern, probably from the same year as they were now. Tessa had to admit that every single photo was well taken and looked pretty good and classy for a porn magazineᅳ which was just as unexpected as the rest Tessa had seen so far.

"You must be Tessa." A slender but not exactly tall man, maybe a head taller than her, held his hand out to Tessa after he walked around his table and strolled over to her, a magazine-ready smile on his aging face. "I'm Gregor Malachi, the boss and contact person here."

He didn't seem like one of those typical sleazy porn producers either. More like a salesman who really wanted to sell a product.

"Hi, nice to meet you", she said smiling as she held out her hand, gritting her teeth as the man's handshake was stronger than expected. "I heard you’re looking for a model."

"Right", the man confirmed with a hum before he looked at Lyla, extending his hand towards the door. "Will you give us a moment alone?"

Lyla flashed Tessa a questioning look, just to see if the younger woman was comfortable staying alone with Gregor. After she gave her a curt nod, Lyla left the room with a squeeze of Tessa's arm and closed the door behind her.

"Sit down." Gregor took a seat behind his desk again, which was surprisingly tidy, and Tessa discovered a family photo on it.

"You got a nice family", she remarked honestly, pointing at the photo. "I have a son too, just younger."

"Oh, they are, thank you." Gregor replied, a proud expression on his face as he took a quick look at the picture himself before studying Tessa. "Do you really want the job? As a mother, I mean. Many women are afraid that their children will have to face the consequences from it later."

A soft sigh fell from Tessa's lips, a tight-lipped smile playing around it. "Of course I'm worried about that, and that's why I have a few questions before I make a decision."

More than just one factor played a decisive role here. She also had to constantly think about the fact that Happy wasn't really enthusiastic about the job. Since their little argument two days ago they hadn't talked muchᅳ not at all actually.

But it was her life, and they weren't a couple or anything like that. Sure, she couldn't deny that she liked himᅳ and that she wanted to get to know more of him. But she needed a job, preferably a well-paying one if she wanted to afford an apartment and day care.

"Of course, you can ask whatever you wantᅳ I'll try to answer everything", Gregor replied openly, his hands folded on the dark wooden table. "What are your questions, Tessa?"

Slightly nervous, Tessa ran her delicate fingers through her black hair, taking a breath. "Uh, so, will the photos be published everywhere or just on certain pornographic websites? And would I be employed or would I be paid per shoot? And how many would that be per month?"

As Tessa spoke, the man across from her nodded repeatedly to show her that he was listening and showing interest in her questions. While doing so he opened a drawer of his desk and slid a small stack of papers over the surface of the table, the papers held together at one corner with a paper clip.

"This is the contract, everything you need to know is in it, which I'll explain to you in a minute. You don't have to make the decision immediately and you have enough time to read the contract at homeᅳ but I need a decision by the end of the week", he told her, his expression filled with friendly seriousness. "To your questions; the photos are only published on websites that are specifically looking for such pictures. In some cases, the photos are also used for Covers, which means that your face ends up in various magazines in which our studio is mentioned. And yes , these magazines can then be bought in every store. You would be permanently employed and get a fixed salary every month because you will have weekly shoots. You will be well booked, trust me. You definitely won't get bored."

Tessa relaxed a little as Gregor gave her an encouraging smile before continuing. "The pay is good, you don't have to worry about that. You'll be able to get your son everything he wants. Above all, the three thousand is just your starting salary, it can quickly get higher."

As uncomfortable as it made Tessa, she couldn't resist asking a question because of her skepticism. "What do I have to do? I mean, there has to be a catch, right?"

"Why would there be a catch?" With a certain amount of amusement, Gregor's brow shot up, his hands now folded under his chin, which he rested on them. "Afraid you'll have to sleep your way up? Not here, not in my studio, Tessa. I'm a professional businessman and not a pimp. The harder you work, the better the payᅳ it's that simple. I treat my employees with respect."

"No, I, uh, I didn't mean it like that at all", Tessa almost stuttered, her cheeks red from embarrassment at having accused the man in front of her of such a thing. "I just want to be careful and not end up regretting my decision."

"You won't", Gregor assured her, his tone serious and extremely professional as he adjusted his tie. "I like that you're scepticalᅳ in this industry that's important. Look, think about it. For me, I would definitely give you a chance. You're really pretty, and youngᅳ the perfect model for our studio. "

It felt good to hear such things and it boosted Tessa's self-confidence immensely. There were moments when the Laney woman felt anything but pretty or attractiveᅳ but she also had moments when she was confident. Until now, most people have only ever used her, which can really weaken someone's confidence.

It was all the nicer to hear things like thatᅳ even if Gregor probably said that to most women.

"I mean, that all sounds pretty good", she said with a hum, scanning the first page of the contract with a quick look. "And I really don't have to make my movies?"

"No." Gregor's answer came quickly, but there was still something regretful in his tone. "I would love to have you as a porn actress too, I only have one dark-haired girl so far. And you would be a breath of fresh air. The gothic style sells wellᅳ it has something beautifully wicked and at the same time something macabre that many people are into", he stopped talking for a moment, tapping the tip of his index finger against his lips. "So if you ever want to get into the porn film business, let me know."

"Iᅳ" Tessa paused, biting her bottom lip in slight embarrassment as she dropped her eyes, feeling a little overwhelmed with the whole situation. A part of her was curious. Should she give it a try? Or was it better not to?

"So, so pretty", Gregor's tone held a gentle sternness, almost sounding like a teacher carefully checking his student's work while he pinched Tessa's chin between his index finger and thumb to lift her head again. With a charming smile he looked into two nervous eyes. "Think about itᅳ I wouldn't hesitate for a second and give you another contract. The pay would be significantly higher."

Now a feeling of discomfort crept into Tessa, which caused her to pull her head back decisively to shake off the producer's hand. She cleared her throat quietly as Gregor leaned back while flashing her a small smirk. "I'll let you know as soon as I've made a decision.

"Do that", Gregor nodded, charming as always. "And don't take too much timeᅳ lots of girls want the job."

"I won't", Tessa assured before standing up, pulling her lace top a little further over her exposed skin before clutching the contract in her hand. "It was nice to meet you, Gregor."

"I can say the same, Tessa", he placed extra emphasis on her name, which flowed from his tongue as he shot her another wink. "I hope I'll hear from you."

A small plastic smile was all Tessa could manage before she left the office and jogged down the stairs, flashing Lyla a smile. The blonde waved and shouted that she would call later, but Lyla was busy on a set and didn't have time to talk at the moment.

Which was fine, Tessa didn't feel like talking at the moment anywayᅳ first she wanted to head home and spend time with Sawyer before she would read through the contract and making a decision.

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With the contract and her cell in one hand, Tessa balances herself towards the door with two full shopping bags, a groan of annoyance coming from her when she couldn't find the key she had just used to lock her old BMW.

However, the search was over when the door in front of her opened and Happy's hands reached for the two bags after greeting her with a quiet grunt.

"Hey." Surprised that he was here and not Maria, she followed the grim-looking man into the kitchen and chewed on the inside of her cheek. "I didn't know you were here. Where's Maria? And Sawyer?"

"It's my house, remember?" From the corner of his eye, Happy glanced at the dark-haired girl, making sure if there was anything wrong with her, if she was okay. "Ma had to go to the ER, she didn't feel good. How was your job interview?"

"I know, and I'm glad you're here. The last two days have been pretty quiet without you", she said honestly, placing her contract and phone on the table before her eyes widened with concern. "What, why? Was watching Sawyer too exhausting for her?"

"No", Happy assured her, grunting as he could see the guilt and worry in Tessa's brown lenses, a sigh slipping past his lips. "She forgot to take her medsᅳ wasn't the first time this happened. She's fine though, I can pick her up later."

"Fuck...I should've paid more attention. Were you watching Sawyer since that happened?" Tessa sighed quietly as her platform boot-covered feet carried her towards Happy, closing the distance between them. She looked up at him uncertainly. "Can we talk, please? I don't want things to be like this between us. Iᅳ", she paused, kneading her fingers nervously.

"Not your fault. And yeah, Sawyer is his room", he told her with a shrug. The muscles in his body tensed as Tessa stood so close in front of him and looked at him with her doe brown eyes, her dark hair covering the sides of her pale face. He himself was trying to sound gruff, even harsh, trying to hide how much he also had missed her the last two days. "You what?"

What the hell was wrong with him? Why did he care so much what she thought? What she wanted? She was just another woman who complicated things. Or was Tessa different? Hell, of course she was different than any of the Croweaters or sweet butts.

"I missed you", she finally admitted after a moment's hesitation, not sure if he seemed so dismissive because he was still angry or because he was annoyed with her. "I don't want to fight, Happy. Please.."

"Please what?" Suddenly his head snapped around, his face just a few inches away from hers. It was only because of her shoes that they were somewhat at eye level. "Are you the one wanting to work in a fuckin' porn studio or do I, huh?!"

"Why the fuck does this bother you so much?!" She crossed her arms defensively, causing him to back away as if he had been burned himself as her arms slightly brushed against him, confusing her even more. "What's your problem, Happy? I just want to understand!"

"You're not some slut, Tessa! Why don't you understand that?!" Happy's voice grew louder with every word that fell from his lips, the veins in his forehead throbbing.

The young woman's breath hitched, the lump in her throat growing as Happy's patience grew thin. "But Lyla works there tooᅳ and you don't think she's a slut, right?"

Tessa observed Happy's sudden change in behavior with curiosity. Huffing, he ran his hand over his face before perching his hands against the edges of the well-used kitchen counter, his gaze trained out the window above the sink.

"No, she's not", he answered grimly, clearly annoyed that Tessa had a point. "Stillᅳ you don't belong there."

"And why not?" Tessa sighed again, her arms falling to her sides as she walked back to him. This time she leaned against the kitchen counter with more distance to him. "I can't lose Sawyer, Happy. That means I need a jobᅳ one that pays enough. Don't you understand that?"

"You would find something else", the SAA argued stubbornly, his gaze now landing on her. As much as he hated it, he could still understand her. "Is this what you really want? Working in a porn-studio? This job isn't for everyone."

"Maybe", she agreed sensibly. She didn't want to deny the fact at all. "And just because I'm taking this job now doesn't mean I'm going to do this forever. Only until I find something that pays just well."

For a long moment the room was filled with uncomfortable silence, only the muffled sounds Sawyer was making in the other room could be heard. Apparently he hadn't heard their little argument, which Tessa was glad about.

"Are you going to make movies, too?" There was something in Happy's tone that made Tessa's heart beat faster. Was he jealous? Worried? She wasn't sureᅳ but she liked it.

Her features softened, the slightest smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "No, even though I got the offer, I just want to work as a model."

Her answer satisfied him, but he couldn't help but let out a scoff anyway. "Of course you got the offer. That guy would be stupid not to ask a woman like you."

"A woman like me?" Tessa's thin, perfectly shaped eyebrow rose in curiosity. "What do you mean by that?"

"That you're prettyᅳ really pretty. He'd be stupid not to ask you. You got the looks, a character and the talent, that's the fuckin' jackpot", Happy replied with a shrug, being brutally honest, seeing no reason to lie to her. The blush that then crossed her face, apparently that's what his statement did to her, sent a warm feeling through his chest.

What the hell was wrong with him?

"Happyᅳ"

"It's okay," he grunted. This time he closed the distance between them. Knowing that he would only push her away if he forbade her to do things, he had to accept, even if he didn't like it, that she wanted to work as a nude model. "If you want the job, then take it. But if anyone disrespects you, I will show up there."

"I'm sorry", she whispered, her throat dry as the desert as he approached her. "I know it bothers you, and I hate that. But I really need the money."

And there it was againᅳ a moment that felt so real, so raw. The feeling of complete contentment came over her, and also him, again as the scent of Happy's aftershave, the leather of his kutte and his breath filled her nostrilsᅳ that's how close he was.

"I know", Happy rasped, bringing his hand to her cheek when the moment felt right. Then he sighed deeply, knowing he had to tell her the real reason why he was gone the last two days. "Your father is gone, deadᅳ that's the real reason why I haven't been here for two days."

Mike Laney's time had already been limited that day when he laid hands on Happy's mother. The only reason the guy was still on two legs was because of Tessa and Sawyer. Now that Sawyer was back with Tessa, there was no reason for Happy to let the bastard liveᅳ which he had put an end to last night and then returned to Charming.

At first he thought about not telling Tessa, keeping it to himself to spare her the pain she might feelᅳ but she had a right to know. Even though she might hate him for it and see a monster in him.

Startled, she stumbled back a step, her arms wrapped around her own body as she let the news sink in. She knew the day would come, Happy had warned herᅳ and she had no idea that it would hurt her so much when she heard those words.

But here she stood, her eyes filled with tears, her petite body tense as pain ripped through her chest. Just a moment later she burst into tears, collapsing into one of the chairs.

Her sobs and sniffles filled the small room, causing Happy's features to harden again. That wasn't what he wantedᅳ to make her cry. It bothered him more than he thought it would.

"I didn't think it would bother you so much", he grumbled, running a hand over his head. "Why does this affect you so much? Has he ever done anything good for you?"

At his question, Tessa snorted a laugh, shaking her head. "Hell no, I don't even know why I'm crying", she choked out, her breath coming in gasps as she tried to calm down. "Well, onceᅳ there was one time he actually helped me, had my back."

"Yeah? What did he do?" With his arms folded, Happy examined the woman, whose shoulders slumped as another sniffle echoed through the room. It was hard to believe that Michael had one good bone in his body.

"When I found out I was pregnant with Sawyer", she began, her lips formed into a thin line as she thought back to the moment she told Cal about the pregnancy. "My ex freaked outᅳ a complete tantrum. That was probably the scariest moment of my life. For once Mike wasn't an asshole when I came home with a broken nose and bruised ribs. I was still so young, desperate and alone. As much as I despise my dad for what he did to Maria and my mother back then, I will always appreciate how he stood behind me in that moment."

Happy's jaw was tense, the muscles in it twitching as a sense of anger rushed through his body. "What did your ex do?"

To this day, the blood ran cold in Tessa's veins as she thought back to the day when her entire life had suddenly changed.

Flashback 2006 / four, almost five years ago

[In season 5, in which this story takes place, it was

approximately the year 2010. That explains four

years earlier/2006. I hope it makes sense.]

"You..", he said with a low growl, getting in her face. So close his alcohol-infected breath made her feel a wave of nausea. "You're getting an abortion, you hear me, little whore?"

"Fuck no!", Tessa spat as she felt anger rip through her whole body, slamming a protective hand over her not yet existent bump. "This is my baby. I don't give a shit if you want it or notᅳ but I'm keeping it!"

Cal let out a humorless laugh, not amused by the fact she was giving him shit. With a passiv-aggressive wheeze, he slapped her across the face with the back of his hand, causing her head to whip to the side, a grin tugging at his lips as he heard something crack.

As the dark-haired girl winced in pain, bringing a hand up to her burning cheek, feeling warm liquid running down her nose and over her lips, Cal grabbed a fistful of her black hair, pulling her face close to his.

"If you don't get an abortion", he hummed dangerously, his voice dripping with venom as he spoke so low it was only a whisperᅳ a dark, threatening whisper. "I'll fuckin' kill you and that little bastard inside you. You hear me, bitch?"

Tessa's whole body was shaking, filled with anger and disgust, fear flashing in her tear-filled eyes. Her blood-covered, plump lips trembled, unable to hold back a painful sob as his grip got tighter and a metallic taste filled her mouth. She believed him, she believed that he would kill her without giving it a second thought.

So, the only solution that she came up with was to lie, letting him think that he had won this argument. Wincing in pain again as he, out of nowhere, slammed the side of her face into the wall next to them, she nodded quickly. Thank God it was only a dry wall and not one made out of bricks.

"Iᅳ I'll get an abortion, I promise", she cried out, full on ugly crying at the thought of actually having to get rid of her baby.

She could never. This was her own flesh and blood. Her age didn't matter, the fact that she didn't have much money also didn't matterᅳ she would give birth to that baby and give him or her all the love she had in her.

"You better fuckin' do", Cal huffed, pushing her onto the carpet-covered floor before kicking against her ribs, a sick smile growing on his face as he heard her cry out once again. "Get the fuck up, you're embarrassing yourself. And clean your blood off the damn carpet!"

Rubbing the tip of his nose, Cal crouched down, forcing her head up by her hair again. Shit, something about her crying, the way her Make-Up was running down her face and mix with the blood, made him hard.

"But first you're goin' to give me a blowjob." Pulling her to her knees, he stood up and fiddled with his belt, all while grinning down at the mess on the floor. "And it better be a good one. That's what you women are here for, right?"

Tessa had no choice and she knew it. Only a moment later she was forced to wrap her lips around his rock hard cock while he inflicted even more pain on her with his fist closed around her knotted hair, mercilessly face-fucking her.

This was the scariest and probably most humiliating moment of her lifeᅳ one that she would never forget.

Flashback over

"That's why I don't want CPS to know about Sawyer's dadᅳ because his father is a piece of shit", the Laney woman spat bitterly after she had told Happy the whole story, her chair sliding back as she stood up. "I don't give a shit if I have less moneyᅳ I'd rather die than taking any money from Cal", a hysterical laugh fell over her lips as she paced the room. "Besides, Cal would kill me before he'd have to pay me any money."

"He can try", Happy's menacing voice cut through the air like a knife. He took quick steps towards Tessa, grasping her arm and looking at her with urgency once he had her attention.

Fuck, he felt for the young woman. And he felt an immense rage, the urge to break every single bone in Cal's body for what he did to Tessa. No one, no man in the world, should ever lay hands on a womanᅳ that was something Happy would never accept.

If it were up to him, Cal would be dead in an instant, buried and forgotten. It seemed like he had to make one more person disappear.

"The fucker will never find out about Sawyer. But if he ever finds out about him and wants to hurt you for it, which he shouldn't try, he'll have to get past me first", he assured her firmly, her face now back in his hands as he stared down at her. "You're safe with me, little girl."

New tears gathered in Tessa's brown eyes, a weak nod all she could offer as she stood there with him. Then, when he called her little girl, it was over for herᅳ she now knew what she wanted, what she was craving for.

#romance #violence #writer #writers on tumblr #smut #charlie hunnam #happy lowman #original character #happy lowman x reader #sons of anarchy

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beeanddoddi · 4 months

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ok ok soooo I had no wifi or service for the 3 days and 2 nights we spent in the beautiful ha long bay so here I am to tell you all about it a day late.

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wednesday the 3rd of january

we woke up early in nihn bihn to head to ha long bay by bus. the lovely people at the hotel in nihn bihn happily made us breakfast early and sent us on our way. it took us about 4 hours to get to the next city.... a long uncomfortable 4 hours but worth it for the sight we were about to see in the bay. after a very confusing check in (they left us no instructions in the booking information) with the help of our lovely crew members aboard our cruise we made it safely and fairly efficiently onto our boat. it was a small bay cruise with only about maybe 40 people aboard max. it was lovely, settled in and with full bellies from the lunch they had waiting for us, we set off for our adventure!

ha long bay (the bay of the laying dragon!! the mythical story for its creation is the most beautiful I've ever heard I'll tell it later) is unlike anything I've ever seen before! these massive limestone mountains rise straight up from the ocean. it did some research (because I'm a nerd) there are about 1269 (I think if my memory serves me well) islands and islets in the bay and they rose from the ocean due to tectonic active thousands of years ago. you can even tell that the ocean was higher at some point because of the layers and erosion on the cliff faces. it's truly incredible.

ok so day one on the cruise we paddled out (ourselves in kayaks) to a floating village and pearl farm. both incredible to witness! also we met some sea puppies (a lot of sea puppies). it was truly incredible to watch how people live their lives on floating towns!! then we went back to the cruise to relax and I read my book and showered.

ok let me tell you about my shower! (ik weird but hear me out) the picture above is my view and the kind of place I was in to shower. idk there's nothing more relaxing then taking a shower with the window wide open as the giant ocean mountains pass you by, letting the cool ocean air in. it was fabulous!

now time for dinner I was shocked at the fanciness that was being served to us: a set course meal with starters and soup and mains and dessert being served to us like works of art. it's a strange feeling when you suddenly feel like you're in the wrong place... idk I'm not rich enough to have ever experienced that it my life. it was cool tho!

thursday the 4th of january

day two was much of the same. we were woken up incredibly early for breakfast and an early start. then we were transferred over to a day boat to head to the day's activities. we were cruising to our destination for about an hour or so and to pass the time we played a few hands of uka and burn (both card games my family is quite fond of). finally arriving at our destination, we set off to pack our kayaks to head to the beach. it was quite a paddle (and the way back was so much harder) but we made it and didn't get lost (yay) and we had a bit of a swim at the beach and made some friends (always nice) and paddled back to the boat. I will admit the paddle back was incredibly hard and I was in a lot of pain because my shoulders kept cramping up but alas we made it and then they fed us wayyyy too much food for lunch but I was hungry and grateful. as the day came to a close we cruised back to the main boat and just chilled on the deck for the afternoon. I read my book (I'm obsessed!) and then we were served yet another like 5 course meal or something haha and plodded off to bed.

friday the 5th of january

now we come to today! today started off earlier than the last with our first stop being these pretty incredible caves (only we got there at about 7:45am which is too early for me haha). there must be millions of caves like this one in these giant limestone mountains that protrude from the ocean depths and this one was pretty incredible I can't imagine what some of the others are like. this is where we head of the dragon legend. in the old times there was a war and this mother of dragons descended from the heavens to assist her people who she grew to like and when the war was over and they had won she decided to lay down in the ocean to form ha long bay (the laying dragon bay). there are two sister bays connected to ha long bay, I forget their names but one is located in the very north of ha long bay and I think it's owned by China and the other to its south. the one we visited (which was still Vietnamese oceans) name ment the praying baby dragons. the story goes that the baby dragons prayed to their mother dragon so they too could lay in the bay with her, creating the other two bays. it's honestly some beautiful mythology!

after our morning at the caves we got back, backed our bags ready for our early morning flight the next day, and headed up to our last meal on the cruise. when we arrived back in the port we boarded yet another bus and headed for the capital city: Hanoi.

honestly I was kinda sad we weren't spending heaps of time in hanoi but after three weeks I'm kinda ready to go home. so we checked into our hotel and went for some lunch and shopping. it's similar to Ho Chi Minh City but the traffic is quieter, it feels a little more touristy and you can see the smog from about 150km away from the city... it's such a pretty city it's sad it's so polluted.

then after some shopping we went to see this spectacular water puppet show with dragons and swans and people and pyrotechnics and fantastic music and story and it was just incredible!

I only had one thing I wanted to do in this city and I hadn't shut up about it since the beginning of the trip. I had to see this train street. it was everything I had hoped for. lined with coffee shops, filled with lights and lanterns and had a train track running right through the middle of it. it was super cool, but the coolest thing was that after a little wait, sitting outside our little coffee shop drinking famous egg coffee, the train arrived! we were what? like a foot away from the train?! it was the coolest yet most terrifying thing ever! I'm so glad I got to witness that little bit of excitement and magic.

tonight is our very last night here so I'm gonna rest up for our early flight tomorrow :)

#travel #travel blog #traveling #travelling #daily blog #adventure #my thoughts #thoughts #lanterns #train street #dragons #dragon bay #mythology #stories #cruise #vietnam trip 2023-2024

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sr-colle · 1 year

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the thumb tacks came in!!! this took me like 5 hours and my back hurt so much afterward lol. still a wip because i didn't get everything up that i wanted to, plus i have more stuff coming in a few weeks and i forgot to leave space for those so i'm gonna have to rearrange everything anyway 😭

i got a pack of standard thumb tacks and a tin of map pins; i'd planned on using the thumb tacks as feet to have items sit on top of and lean against the board, but turns out hardly any of my items are flat or stiff enough to make that work. the map pins were going to be for things i didn't mind putting holes in (home-printed stuff like the shu dialogue screenshot) but i ended up using them to secure the edges of pretty much everything. the thumb tacks only got used on the largest items that needed stronger security (the hanging bromides, the clearfile, etc).

finally have a real shurei shrine happening.... i'm not too keen on the composition of this arrangement though, so i'll see what i can figure out once my next batch of goods arrive.

on an atrociously long list of problems i encountered, a major one was that some of the paper items didn't sit flat, even though i made sure none of the pins were pressing the corners down (all items are secured by their own weight resting against the pins)

so that was just warping in the paper i guess. this effect was at its worst with reiji's ticket because of how he'd been displayed previously, so i cut a piece of chipboard to serve as a firm backing. i made it a couple millimeters short on each side so it wouldn't be visible on the edges.

i attached him with my weakest washi tape so he can be peeled off cleanly and easily if needed; i later placed more rolls of tape on the center of each edge to hold down the spots that were warping outward. this idea ended up working fairly well so i made more backings for other items, especially large and thin ones like the gift drawings and the epsi clearfile. though the chipboard turned out to be thin enough itself to bend a bit too... so i might have to find something even stiffer to protect the items from long-term warping :/

my next catastrophic event was when i was hanging up my little guitar keychain and accidentally dropped it into the abyss behind the wall.... it was a whole 20 minute project to rescue the poor thing, which involved taking the board down entirely and knocking a bunch of items out of alignment 😭 i've now installed preventative measures so anything else that falls will be caught by a safety net. PHEW! glad that the first thing to fall was an easily-cleaned and hard-to-damage metal keychain, and not one of my precious pieces of imported paper.

and speaking of, the felix miroir card is my #1 enemy now. he'd been in a side loader and a plastic sleeve ever since i received him from a trade, and i made the debatable decision to unsleeve everything for the board because i didn't like the reflectiveness and the way it effected the true colors of the items. however, felix's sleeve (which was a long sleeve suitable for bookmarks, folded over for him) was such a snug fit that it was really difficult to get him out of there safely... this man was so stubborn that he straight up broke open the edge of the sleeve instead of just coming out peacefully. in the interest of avoiding further damage to his previously immaculate corners, i just tore the edge of the sleeve the rest of the way down with a pen tip to free him. and THEN he decided to be the only item to fully tumble out of his pins while i was moving the board during the keychain rescue operation. he still looks perfect from a distance, but if you were to inspect him very closely you'd see some small inconsistencies along his edges. that's what i get for unsleeving a nobleman i guess 🙄

as for the fire emblem section...

feeling much better about it this time, though i'm kinda mad the byleth cards ended up misaligned bc i'd originally had them centered over the steelcase, but then i shuffled things around on the shelf and shifted the board and just didn't feel like fixing the cards lol. i'm getting a claude card in my next order anyway, so i'll rearrange them then.

i set up the desk calendar and its sleeve as a little stage way too far in advance so now i'm like. this is where i'd put my linleth acrylics. IF I HAD THEM! the calendar should make for nice backgrounds (it has the monthly murals from fe3h on the reverse side of the calendar months), but i'll need to stuff the sleeve with something so the weight of the acrylics don't bend it.

i might remove the sound selection disc case since it sticks out weirdly and makes for the fourth crest of flames in a very small space, but i also kinda like having a "floor" for the whole section. big ol' memo claude is also a pain to find a decent spot for. i might grab the byleth and sothis memo pads in the future so i can have them all lined up somewhere.

my favorite decision was reappropriating the ridiculous friction album as a stage for shurei. when i have the ceiling light on, it reflects pink light like this (slightly more conspicuous irl)

this stupid thing delights me so much that i took a bunch of pictures playing with it :') below is all lights off except the string lights, and then shining my lamp at an angle to catch the album

the effect works best with a phone flashlight, so i got my sister to take these pics of the album's reflective properties at its maximum potential while i held my phone

makes me want to set up a dedicated light for it LOL.

i wish i could flip the album around to hide the open side, but to get the text on the closed side to be right-side-up i'd have to have the back of the album with the tracklist facing up. i also want to get something to sit behind shurei as a background.... for these two i might just home-print a fancy dinner party type of thing lol, and once i get the og stage outfit shurei acrylics i'll give them the friction album floor and a stage background. as for poor lonely rio... i'll think of something 😭

that's that for now, i think!! will be back at it again once my next order shows up. janus reiji and lrfes shu tickets are definitely getting first choice of board real estate

#colle update #finally my insanity for a pair of problematic anime boys is on full display #after nearly a full 3 years since i got into argopro...!

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1-800-ye0sangspr1ncess · 2 years

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gn!reader x boyfriend!san

non-idol au; fluff, little angst?

summary: with winter starting soon, it means more cold and gloomy days but what better way to spend it than snuggling with your warm and comforting boyfriend?

author's note; I'm so sorry for how late this is. I hope it reaches you.

It's the end of another week at the campus, with long lectures, little sleep and lots of coffee. You couldn't wait to get back to your dorm. Not just to see your cat or to have a moment of rest on your comfy cream coloured couch but something more. Your boyfriend San.

Walking out from the fairly warm building into the icy winter evening, you tried to think of millions of things to distract yourself from your shivering body and remembered it was movie night.

Since you started dating your boyfriend of two years, you had made it a tradition to have movie dates every Friday, regardless of whatever projects either of you had due the following week with exceptions for exam season. It was a way to bond and destress. Something you both needed to do every once in a while.

"Sannie, I'm home!" you shout from the kitchen. You hear a door open from your shared bedroom and footsteps fast approaching. "Hi baby, how was today?" he asked, not forgetting to place a small peck on your lips. "Tiring as always but lucky for me I have an amazing boyfriend to come home to." you smiled pulling him in for a lazy hug. He smelled good, he felt good, rather warm which was a large contrast to your cold figure.

"Baby, you're shivering," he pulls back from a hug to search your body in concern. "and your fingers are all puffy and frozen." he takes your hands into his to warm them up. "Wait here, I'll be right back." He hurries back to your room and after a few beats of silence, you hear water running. You can't help but smile at how caring he is and how lucky you are to be able to call him yours. Your daydream is interrupted by San calling you from the other room. "Y/N! It's ready." You scurried in a hurry to feel the warmth of a bubble bath to melt the little icicles you were sure had started to form at the tip of your toes.

"Get in quick, I'll go make the popcorn in the meantime." he smiled his million-dollar smile that made your heartbeat rapidly every single time, giving you a quick kiss before leaving the room. "San," you called out to him, stopping him dead in his tracks. "Thank you for this and just, everything." you exhale. "You're welcome my love." he says blowing you an air kiss before closing the door behind him.

The bath helped melt away everything from your stress to the frost that had formed at your fingertips. Making your way to the lounge in a warm sweater with its matching sweatpants, or as San liked to call it, "uniform" (because of how often your wore sweatpants and sweaters) you smell the popcorn. You swear the aroma must have made you float your way to the kitchen because of how fast you headed towards it. "Ah, you're back just in time. The popcorn and movie are ready, go get under the blankets." before you can even protest, he sends you out like a mom does to her child,

"Alright, popcorn is served." You clap your hands in excitement and hurry to grab the remote and press play. Just as the entering credits play, you give San a peck one last peck on the cheek. "I love you." you whisper, he turns his head to return your display of affection.

"I love you more."

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Whumptomber Day 12

It’ll Be Fun They Said - Made To Watch - Reader/Chris/Carlos

To get information out of Chris and Carlos, their captors torture Reader, a fellow BSAA agent, in front of them to get the information.

Warning: Torture, S*xual assault, distressing themes, we're getting dark here people. DARK.

A/N: Gonna get back to work on these, but they'll be out of order so I can do what I want when I feel the story. Also, this is like a Whump/Kintober? IDK have fun. lol

It was supposed to have been an easy mission. Something that would have you all in and out in less than three hours. No one knew that it had been a trap. Now, you, Chris, and Carlos were in small cells facing inwards. Your gear is gone, any hidden weapons were stripped, hell, you were lucky to still have the clothes on your back.

"Any Ideas Cap'n?" Carlos asked from his cell. From what you could tell, after being jumped and knocked unconscious, the three of you were taken to some underground holding area. The cells were a few yards from each other, each on a wall facing inward towards a table and chairs. The fairly small room looked like it was carved out of the ground rather than an actual basement. You wondered how far down you were.

"Not yet. We may have to wait to see what's around or who is," Chris said. "How are you doing, Kid?"

You looked up from where you sat in your cell, giving him a smile and a thumbs up.

"Head kinda hurts, but otherwise I'll live," you said with a sigh. It wasn't your first mission by far, but it was your first in the field. You'd always been away from the action, serving at base or camp. The Eyes and the Ears of the team. That was who you were. So of course your first mission actually in the field with a gun in your hands landed you captured. Which you were taking pretty well.

"Hang in there, okay? We'll get out some how," Chris said, giving a firm nod. The man wasn't a bubbly, positive person, but he was hopeful and determined. It made the situation not seem as dire as it probably was as he held his cool.

"Maybe we'll get the intel we need too," Carlos said, leaning against his bars. You glanced over to see the man's face in its usual scowl. While he was always serious and concise in the field, he was also warm and caring. The two of them had said that you were their responsibility and they would keep you safe. It was like the two older brothers you never had and you appreciated that.

Any other discussion was stopped once there were footsteps close enough to hear. Standing up, you kept your distance from the bars as three men walked in.

"Nikolai Zinoveiv," Carlos said, his voice turning into a growl. "Why am I not surprised you're still around and working with Neo Umbrella?"

"Captain Oliveira and Redfield," the tall, gray haired man said with a slavic accent, giving the captain a smirk. "It's good to see that you survived this long. I would have been disappointed had you not made it out of Raccoon City." You were put off by his expression. He looked like he was enjoying having someone as strong as Chris under his thumb and it made your stomach turn to think of what else he enjoyed doing to others under him. His clothing of a tight black shirt and fatigue pants showed off his physique, a silent threat that he was strong and would be able to subdue Chris if he tried anything. If he was as strong as Chris, that made you even more worried.

The other two were dressed similarly with vests that had the Neo Umbrella logo on the back, both with holstered pistols as they stood silently by the exit as Nikolai stood in front of Chris.

"What do you want from us?" Chris demanded, keeping Nikolai's attention on him.

"What do I want?" The Russian scoffed. "You and your team were the ones breaking into my laboratory. If anything, I should be asking you what it is that you want."

"Figured we'd go for a stroll, enjoy the sites," Carlos said with a snort.

Watching from your cell, you tried not to draw attention to yourself. Chris and Carlos were trained fighters and could handle these guys, you were scrappy enough to do enough damage for a quick escape. The last thing you wanted was this guy trying to talk to you.

"Ah, funny," Nikolai said. "If you want to make jokes that is fine, but I'm sure there is a way to find out your mission." Smirking, he turned to look directly at you. The gaze alone had you shaking in fear as you pressed against the back of your cell. "Pierson, bring our small guest here out to play."

"Don't you fucking touch them!" Carlos snarled, slamming into the bars as one of the men moved to your cell.

"You want answers, you talk to me, Nikolai!" Chris roared as your door was open. You made to dart past the monster, but was quickly caught by the back of your uniform coat.

"Let go!" You cried, struggling as you were dragged over to the gray haired man, tossed to the floor at his feet. Scrambling up, you didn't get far before you were grabbed again to be shoved into a chair.

"Let them go, Nikolai! I'm the one that has the answers!" Carlos snapped as you looked up to see the man pull out a terrifyingly large gun.

"I know, but I want to play first," Nikolai said as he looked at you. "You, Small One, take off your uniform top." The casualness of him ordering you to do that had you dumbfounded. You almost didn't understand what he was asking of you before he cocked the gun then pointed it at Chris.

"No! Okay! I'll do it! Please, don't hurt them!" You cried. With trembling fingers, you unbuttoned and unzipped your uniform coat before taking it off to reveal a plain black tee underneath. "There, I did it."

"I will be more specific," Nikolai said, sneering at you with his gun still trained on Chris' head. "I want you to take your shirts off. All of them, including anything you have underneath."

"Sick fucker!" Carlos spat as you stood there wide eyed.

"Unless you'd rather I let your Captain bleed out slowly," Sergei said, lowering his gun to aim at Chris' gut.

"No, please. I-I'll do it."

"Kid, it's okay. You don't have to," Chris said. You couldn't look at him as you took a deep breath before pulling your shirt off over your head followed by your bra. Standing there shirtless, you covered your chest as you felt your face heat up while keeping your eyes down.

"Good Kroshka," Nikolai purred as he put the gun back in it's holster. "I could use a pet like you." His cold fingers touched your chin, tipping it up to force you to look at him. "It would be so much fun to break you, to mold you how I want you."

"You fuckin' lay a hand on them I'll-"

"You'll what?" Nikolai said with a laugh, cutting Carlos off. "You are in no position to give threats. Not when I have this one in hand." His movements were quick, throwing you off balance a moment as he forced you to the middle of the room, pulling a rope with leather tie closer. He pulled your hands above your head to wrap leather straps around your wrists, tying them tightly to keep you subdued.

"Just tell me what you want, Nikolai!" Chris yelled, pressed against the bars as the man ran his fingers down your back. It tickled and made you squirm as you were bared to your teammates, but his other hand kept a firm hold on the back of your neck.

"Bring my tools," Nikolai said as he looked at one of his men. You could see Chris as you tried not to panic. Tears were in your eyes as you were sucking down shaky breaths, pulling on the tight leather bonds.

"Kid, look at me," Chris said, practically pleading with you as Nikolai pressed against your ass. You choked out whimper as you met Chris' eyes while you felt your captor's excitement. "I'm going to get you out of this, okay? I swear to you, I'm going to get you out of here."

"Such sweet lies you tell them," Nikolai said with a chuckle. "You may get them out, but not before I ruin them."

The man came back into the room, handing Nikolai a red tool box. It was simple, but when he set it out of your eyesight, you felt your chest tighten. You were feeling the panic set in at you pulled at the ties, crying as you heard him open the tool box.

The expectation had been pain, lots and lots of pain, but instead you gasped as your pants and underwear were pulled down to your ankles. You tried to hide your face in embarrassment as you felt something press against your sex.

"You sick fuck!" Carlos growled as the thing against you was turned on. Caught off guard, you couldn't stop the whimper that came from you as the vibrator pressed against your folds.

"Don't worry, you'll get your turn," Nikolai said to Carlos with a chuckle. You tried to turn away, but it was futile. Nikolai only pressed it harder against you, turning it up higher. Crying out, you felt yourself start to sweat as you started to get wet from the stimulation.

Panting softly, you kept your eyes on the ground to keep the shame at a low. Though, the way things were right then, it really couldn't get more shameful. At least you hoped it wouldn't.

"Relax, Kroshka, enjoy yourself. When was the last time you were fucked properly, huh?" Nikolai asked, his breath hot on your ear as he pressed against you from behind. You shook your head as you clenched your eyes shut. "Go on, I know you want to cum."

A sharp pinch to one of your nipples forced your eyes open. You yelped as Nikolai pushed the sex toy further between your legs till it was pressed firmly against your folds, forcing a moan from you.

Oh gods, did you just moan? In front of the others? Whimpering softly, your body was yielding to the older man. You couldn't help your hips as they chased the toy when he pulled it away as you were starting to feel so good. Frustrated, you sobbed, shaking your head before a thick arm reached down to raise one of your legs and expose the wetness between them. Whining, you gritted your teeth as Nikolai circled that bundle of nerves before pushing the tip of the toy into you.

"Fuck!" You screamed as your body bucked. Gripping the leather straps, you choked out a cry as you came hard from the toy.

"See, it's not so bad," Nikolai cooed as he pulled the toy away to let your leg drop.

"You proved your point, now let them go," Chris growled. You couldn't help but lean against the older man as you quivered.

"I haven't even begun to prove my point," Nikolai snarled at him. Letting go of you, he turned away to dig in his tool box again. Panting, you hung from your wrists as you swallowed hard. You didn't want to, but you looked up to see Carlos. He watched you with anger and fury, but also he was upset. This was happening to you and he could have stopped it. Both he and Chris could have stopped this, but it was too late for that.

Still shaking a bit, you heard a swishing in the air and Carlos say your name before the next tool was brought down on your ass. Screaming, you felt white hot pain as Nikolai struck you with a slim cane.

"The more flexible it is, the more it hurts," he said with a chuckle as he came around to your front to strike your chest, specifically your nipple. No amount of screaming or threats deterred the man, even when he forced your ankles into a spreader bar and he began an onslaught to your sex.

The entire torture session went on for what felt like forever and it was taking its toll on you. Between canings, Nikolai would use the vibrator on you to force you to cum then turn around and beat you afterwards. Your head was confused and fuzzy as you hung there while Chris and Carlos could only watch. When you were sure you had blacked out for a few moments, you felt yourself being lifted up before dropped to the ground. There was no time to catch yourself, your face slamming into the dirty ground as you stayed in the heap you fell in.

"Now, I had a lot of fun," Nikolai said as he moved towards you. So out of it from pain and orgasms, that it took you a moment to realize he was pushing something into you. You yelped, whimpering as he let it slide into place. A thick collar was locked around your neck before your tied hands were locked to it. Confused, but lacking awareness, you didn't understand what was happening till the object was turned on.

Crying out, your body bucked as the toy inside you vibrated right against your G-Spot, making you a panting, sweaty mess as you knelt on the floor. All you could do was desperately rock your hips as you chased that orgasm.

"Just stop it!" Carlos cried. "Just stop it!"

"Oh, I am. I believe your BSAA friends are on their way and should be here in a few hours. I'll leave the key for them here," Nikolai said, setting the cell key on the chair next to you. "Hopefully Kroshka doesn't knock it over. Good luck." With a smirk and a wave, Nikolai and his men were gone, leaving you as the only one to get the other out of there.

"Kid," Chris said, trying to get your attention. Whimpering, you looked up at him as he knelt in his cell. You didn't have to hear what he wanted, you knew what it was. In your sex addled head, you knew to get the key. "You can do it, I know you can. Then we can get out of here."

Nodding, you tried to force yourself up, but there was no possible way to do that. Not with how you were bound. So, you stayed on your knees. Carlos was the closest. It would be easier and faster to get to him. Managing to grab the key, you turned back to Carlos as you waddled to him on your knees. It was awkward and painful and you were nearly ready to cum again, but you did it.

Collapsing against his cell, you passed him the key then fell to the side. He slammed the cell door to the side before helping you up to a chair. Just for a moment as he rushed over to give the key to Chris then he was back again. The first thing he did was turn off and pull the toy out of you.

It should have been a relief, but instead you were on the verge of one last orgasm and when he pulled it out, your body cramped up, ruining it.

"No!" You sobbed as he unbuckled the leg spreader. "Please! No, I-I-I need!"

"Fuck," Chris cursed as Carlos got the collar off and your hands free.

"Hey, it's okay, you're alright now," Carlos said softly, wiping the tears from your face.

"No, please," you whimpered, leaning into the touch. "Please." All you could do was plead and cry, even going as far as trying to wrap your legs around Carlos to pull him close.

"No, Kid, stop," he said as you became inconsolable. "We can't. As soon as we get home and we're safe then we can talk, but not right now."

"Carlos," Chris snapped as you gripped his shirt tightly while babbling pleas. "Just do it. We won't get out of here until we do."

Whether or not Chris was upset with you, you weren't sure, but you also didn't care. With a sigh, Carlos nodded. He gripped your wrists to pull them from his shirt. Standing up, he muttered under his breath in his native tongue as he bent you over the table. The sound of him undoing his pants had you melting in the knowledge that you'd soon be full.

But how could he be aroused that quickly unless-

"Fuck," he hissed as he pushed into you. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as Carlos pushed his large cock into you. It felt so fucking good. Better than any toy or teasing or anything. He gripped your hips as he began to snap his, giving a rouge, fast pace. All you could do was take it as you laid on the table slack jawed. Soft moans and mewls came from you as he kept fucking you, chasing his own orgasm now. "Damn it!" He snarled, stopping suddenly, just short of you cumming.

You could feel his thick, hot cum inside you. He'd tried to last long enough, but it seemed he wasn't immune to the image you being forced to cum over and over. You began to cry again, on the edge and ready to cum yourself, but Carlos only pulled out.

"Fuck, here," Chris said, moving behind you. It was a few moment of being empty before you were full again. Keening, you scrambled for purchase as Chris began to fuck you just as hard as Carlos. But unlike the other, his fingers were on your front and rubbing at that bundle of nerves.

"Yes!" You screamed as he lifted you off the ground to shove his entire cock into you. His rough fingers did everything right as you finally came so hard that you passed out in his arms and on his cock.

Coming to, you found yourself in a bed. What? Looking around, you realized you were in a hospital and hooked up to IVs and monitors. Slowly everything came back to you.

Oh. . . Oh gods.

In the corner of your room, you saw Chris and Carlos asleep on cots. It was a small comfort, but you would take it. But would you ever be able to look at them or anyone else on your team in the eyes again?

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