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Eyeless Jack - Now You're Mine (Smut)

Hey guys, this is my first post on here and my first proper attempt at smut, but I hope you all enjoy.

Female first person view.

Warnings: small amounts of fluff, smut, use of the word cunt, swearing, slight orgasam denial, creampie, unprotected p in v (stay safe out there!)

Minors dni

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1,840 words

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I knew this was wrong. He's a murderer, a demon for crying out loud, but why did this feel so right?

I was reading a book when Jack knocked on my door, well banged on it. I swiftly stood up to answer the door.

"Jack, what's wrong? It's really late." I questioned.

He didn't really respond. He just snarled slightly. His mask wasn't on fully. Something wasn't quite right. Did a mission go wrong? Was he hurt? My mind was running a million miles a second, trying to figure out why he was here, not that I was complaining. I went to open my mouth to ask him a question, but he quickly silenced me by kissing me.

He was quick to enter my house, shutting the door with his foot. He turned me, pinning me against my now shut door. His lips never once left mine. I felt him relax from the kiss.

I had to pull away to breathe, which he didn't like.

"Jack, is everything okay? Why are you here?" He looked down at me. He was very tall, about 6'5 whereas I was a lot shorter than him. He didn't respond for a while, but finally, he spoke.

"Just a bad mission, Jeff almost got us caught because he was too busy in his little zone. I needed to get away because I was pissed. So I came to see you. Just say the word, and I'll leave." He explained to me.

"No, you can stay, I'm glad to see you, but are you okay? You're not hurt, are you? He chuckled at my questions.

"Always so worried about me, aren't you, my love? I am fine, but right now, I want you to stop with all of the questions." I knew that it wasn't just about the mission, but i lost my train of thought as his lips were back on mine. The kiss became heated quickly. He caged me against the door by putting his arms on either side of me. He was intoxicating. All I could think of was him.

He slowly and reluctantly pulled away so we could both breathe. Our foreheads barely touching, he slowly stood up straight and grabbed my hand, pulling me towards the couch, where I was reading my long forgotten book.

He sat down and pulled me down, so I was straddling him, my legs on either side of his. He sat back and just looked at me, admiring me. Before I met Jack, nobody would ever just admire me. He's told me before that he could just look at me all day, I laughed and said that he sounded creepy, but inside, I thought it was sweet.

His hands rested on my thighs, slowly stroking them, and he gradually moved his hands further up. I rested my hands on his shoulders. He didn't look it, but he had a decent amount of muscle underneath.

"You look beautiful tonight, love." He said to me. I started to blush. He always knew what to say to me to make me blush. I was so caught up in his words and looking at him, that I didn't realise that he had moved one of his hands from my thigh to the back of my neck. He pulled me into a heated kiss.

We slowly moved apart and Jack removed his mask completely. I looked into his black eyes (a hc of mine. He doesn't have just black sockets, but black eyes instead) He looked me up and down hungry for something else. Jack was quick to resume the kiss with his pesky mask out of the way, he gently ran hus tongue across my bottom lip asking for entrance, which I gave him, I tried to fight for dominance of the kiss, but Jack won with ease.

I didn't even realise I was subconsciously grinding on him, until I felt his hands on my hips moving me more, taking control as he often liked to do. I was getting wetter by the second and feeling his hard cock beneath me wasn't helping.

Jack swiftly laid me onto the couch with him caging me beneath him. We were both breathing heavily. He was quick to discard of his top. He kissed slowly down my neck, occasionally sucking on my skin. Suddenly the air in the room felt too hot, all I wanted was him.

Jack slowly lifted his head from his place against my neck. Slowly lifting the bottom of my top, I got the message, I sat up slightly to help him take off my top. I wasn't wearing a bra. His eyes looked over my chest hungrily. He was quick to push me back down as he trailed kisses against my collarbone. Painfully slow, he moved his kisses down to my stomach, then to just above my shorts.

"May I love?" He looked at me, I nodded a little too desperately. Wanting him in any way possible. He was quick to take off my shorts, kissing up my thighs. By this time I was a squirming mess underneath him. He was doing this all on purpose, the tease. Jack looked up again looking for the go ahead to remove my underwear. I gave him a quick nod again.

All I heard was the ripping of fabric, before I could open my mouth, one of his fingers was rubbing against my pussy, collecting my wetness. Jack slowly moved his finger to my clit, teasing me by only putting a little bit of pressure against it. I quietly moan.

"Love you're soaked, and it's all for me?"

"Fuck, Jack please don't tease me. Please I need you." I was getting more desperate by the second.

"So impatient, don't worry. I'll take good care of you." He put more pressure on my clit and slowly moved his finger in circles. This is what I needed. I moaned again. He went faster, until I was a begging mess.

"Please Jack, I'm so close. Please don't stop!"

Even after I begged he stopped. I was about to complain until I felt his tongue against my clit.

"I can't have you just cum from my fingers love. I want to at least taste you."

He gave small kitten licks to my clit, then he dove right in, like a starved man, he feasted on my pussy. It wasn't long before the knot in my stomach was there again.

"Fuck, fuck I'm gonna cum Jack, please let me cum." He kept up his pace, and then the knot snapped and I was cumming, I was letting out pornographic moans. He slowly eased up as I came down from my high. I was really sensitive, but he continued to give my pussy small licks.

"Jack, too sensitive, please, it's too much."

"Sorry, sweet thing, I just can't get enough." He moved so he was above me and kissed me hard. I could taste myself on him.

He pulled away and removed his trousers.

"You sure you want to keep going?" He asked me.

"Yes Jack, I just want you. All of you." How he had managed to keep in control this long shocked me, I should be worried that he was going to loose control as soon as he fucked me, but I just felt excited.

Once he had removed all of his clothing, he looked at me to make sure I was okay with this all. So I gave him the go ahead.

He teasingly rubbed the head of his cock over my pussy before slowly pushing the tip in. He was big, he and I knew it all too well. We had, had sex before, but each time felt like the first time with him. His cock stretched me out and I relished in the pain and pleasure mixed together. Jack planted kisses down my neck. As he eased himself in, I could tell he was struggling to go slow with me. He finally bottomed out, the stretch was painful, but felt so good.

"You can move Jack. You don't have to hold back on me."

"You sure love? You sure you're going to be able to handle me? Just say red if you need me to stop okay?" He gave me the safe word as always as he knew he could get a little carried away.

"Go ahead, I'm all yours." That set him off. He didn't start off slow, he was rough, his hands went to my hips to hold me still as he pounded away. I was a complete mess, completely at his mercy.

I felt his claws slightly digging into my sides, not enough pressure to break skin, but definitely enough to leave marks.

"Please Jack, fuck, feels so good." He released a low growl as he buried his face into the crook of my neck. He bit my neck gently, and I moaned out. He was addicting, I would never be able to get enough of him. I was getting close, my cunt fluttering around his cock.

"Getting close Jack." I whimpered.

"So am I, cum for me. Cum around my cock." He said, his voice rough. My legs closed around his waist like a vice.

"Let me mark you my love? Let me bite you so everyone knows your mine."

"Fuck, yes mark me, make me yours Jack." I don't know if it was because I was feeling so euphoric, if I wanted everyone to know I was his or a mix of both. I felt the sharp pierce of his teeth in my neck, and that's all it took for the knot to snap. I was cumming and cumming hard. Jack wasn't far behind as he gave a final thrust and came inside me.

He gently lapped up my neck which was now bleeding from the bite, I winced a bit and he whispered apologies to me as he continued to clean up my neck.

After a while he slowly pulled out of me, admiring the seed that spilled out of my pussy.

"You okay my love?" He asked me.

"I'm okay Jack."

"You're now mine." He said to me, my mind then wondered to how we ended up in this situation. We sat up as Jack pulled me against his chest and pulled a blanket over us both.

"What actually happened aside from the bad mission? What made you want to mark me as yours?" I asked. Jack sighed.

"Not only did Jeff fuck up the mission, he also said to me that if he wanted to, he could steal you away from me and you would be his. So I marked you as mine. Now none of them can have you." I giggled slightly.

"Well you shouldn't have worried anyways, I only have eyes for one demon in my life."

Soon after our conversation sleep started to consume me. I felt Jack give me a small kiss on my forehead and he whispered.

"You're all mine now, my love, and I'm never letting you go."

Well that was longer than I expected it to be. I hope you all enjoyed!

Written 22/06/23

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TICK // 21.1 - hold me now FINALE

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Rating: mature (angst, language, sexual content)

Word Count: 2300

A/N: sigh... this is the finale of part one: TICK. in case anyone hasn't seen me talk about it already, i had part one written out for the last two years and i have been posting it for the first time on here (revised and revamped). i have started a part two: TOCK. it won't be released nearly as quickly as this has, because i haven't finished writing it yet. but the prologue will be out this weekend.

as always, thank you from the bottom of my heart to everyone that has taken time to read this. i welcome any feedback about not only TICK... but also things/interactions you'd love to see in TOCK.

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I have a picture Pinned to my wall An image of you and of me and we're laughing, we're loving it all But look at our life now All tattered and torn We fuss and we fight and delight in the tears that we cry until dawn Oh, whoa

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October 31st, 1984 - evening of tina's halloween party

Eddie Munson strummed his guitar, swaying slightly in his bedroom. 

He didn't have it hooked up to the amp so he could easily hear if anyone came to the door.

A part of him was still getting used to the fact that he had clients.

A miniscule splash of shame made him flinch, but he shook it off rather quickly. Another thing he was getting used to. Pushing away his feelings.

Taking a long sip of the beer sitting on his dresser, Eddie held his breath, and then let it out slowly. Then he downed the rest of the can and tossed its empty shell into the trash can next to his bed.

He began strumming again, scarred fingertips running over the strings with precision. These days, most of his time was spent with one of three things in his hands: his guitar, a beer, or his dick.

A quarter of the way through "The Last in Line", the Munson boy finally heard the tapping on the trailer's front door. Removing the guitar carefully from his body, he sauntered to the living room, lighting a cigarette.

Eddie knew exactly who was supposed come to his trailer to meet that night. A kid named Billy. Apparently, he was fairly new to Hawkins, straight outta sunny California.

Overcompensating for something with that fancy blue Camaro.

Opening the rickety door, Billy stood before him in all his glory. Eddie was vaguely aware of trick-or-treaters exploring the trailer park, some of them staring at him, but he truly didn't give a flying fuck. 

He opened the door wider to allow Billy to step inside. "Trick or treat, pretty boy?"

Billy looked around the place, seemingly without judgment, before turning his eyes to Eddie. 

"Is that your Halloween costume? Very Cuckoo's Nest. But I can dig it."

Eddie looked down at his own appearance for the first time that night. Hawkins High gym shorts. Black t-shirt riddled with holes. He didn't even want to imagine what his grown out hair looked like, or the ghoulish bags that were surely under his eyes. 

Deciding to remain silent after Billy's strange comment, Eddie continued to switch between his beer and cigarette, staring back at his client.

Billy had no room to pick fun at Eddie's attire, considering that the Hargrove kid wasn't wearing a costume, either. He was shirtless under a leather jacket, his tight jeans proving that he was trying a little too hard. Or did he look like that all of the time?

"You got another one?"

"Of what?" Eddie inquired, deadpanned, turning his back and striding towards the kitchen.

"Beer," Billy replied. "I have like an hour til I gotta be at this party."

Eddie opened the fridge, squinting at the light in his face. He tossed a beer can to Billy, who caught it with ease.

"What party?"

"Some preppy bitch named Tina."

"Hmm," was all Eddie had to say.

He didn't really know what he was doing. He knew exactly what party Billy was referring to, and knew exactly who Tina was. Maybe it was the beer and pills subduing his social skills.

But at this point, he didn't mind a bit of company. Even if it was with a stranger, a newcomer to the tiny town of Hawkins. His uncle Wayne spent almost every night at work or at the bar, leaving Eddie alone with his intrusive thoughts.

…I want to know your late night thoughts and how they make you feel…

Billy cracked the beer open noisily, ripping Eddie from his memory, and drank half of it in a few seconds. 

Eddie raised an eyebrow at him. "So… you wanted to make a purchase?"

"I heard you have some of the best shit in town." Billy strode over to the television, reading the labels of the video tapes stacked next to it. "I doubt it's as good as anything in California, but we'll see."

Eddie scoffed. "You do realize you're in the literal asscrack of Indiana, right? I don't want to get your hopes up, bud, but I'm sure anything I have is quite… mediocre compared to the precious smoke back in your Golden State." 

The sarcastic high pitch of his voice raised a bit at the end of his statement, making Billy look at him in amusement. 

"Like I said, we'll see."

Eddie scratched his head, watching as the strange kid emptied his beer and lit his own cigarette with a polished silver lighter. 

He immediately handed Billy a second beer, along with another for himself. He made a gesture for Billy to follow him down the hallway.

"Let's go over my inventory, then?"

Billy was the kind of character who wasn't about to hide how nosy he was. He radiated a confidence that was a little disarming, especially as his blue eyes raked over Eddie's messy bedroom.

He pointed at a poster on Eddie's wall. "Metallica. I have the same one on my wall."

Eddie kicked some dirty clothes under his bed before pulling the black lunchbox from his closet. He side-eyed Billy as he circled the room, suddenly feeling vulnerable in his bedroom alone with someone for the first time in months.

Maintaining his stoic appearance, Eddie replied coolly. "I didn't take you for a Metallica fan." 

"What do you take me as, Munson?"

Eddie's eye twitched at some suppressed memory that tugged at his brain stem, begging to be recognized. Something about Billy Hargrove reminded him of things he was trying to forget.

He chose to cover his discomfort with crude humor. "I don't know. Your hair basically screams Madonna. I'm torn, though, because your pants radiate more of a Steve Perry vibe. I would have guessed Journey."

…'Separate Ways' is my all-time favorite song…

Billy's single dangling earring shook as he chuckled at Eddie's words. "I happen to care a lot about my appearance, unlike other people in this hick town, apparently."

Shaking the lunchbox to get Billy back to business, Eddie pointed inside of it. "So… I have weed… uppers, downers. You didn't exactly specify what you were looking for here, man."

But Billy was still lurking around the room, taking in the various items on his dresser and the stuff on his walls. Eddie's stomach plummeted when the leather-clad boy stopped directly in front of two polaroid pictures pinned to the wall.

"Well, now. What's this?"

"That's… nothing."

"She's hot. Does she go to our school?"

"No." Eddie replied a little too quickly, a little too harshly.

Billy peered at him over his shoulder with a smirk. Then he raised his hands in mock defense. "Calm down, tiger. I'm not trying to step on any toes."

Just when Eddie thought Billy was moving on from the cursed images, he was wrong.

"Is she even wearing underwear in these? I like the amateur porn look of it."

"Will you please shut the fuck up?"

Eddie gripped the lunchbox tighter. He was conflicted, confused. He felt extremely defensive over the pictures. He also felt embarrassed to still have them on his wall after all these months. 

But then… he also found a weird sense of comfort in Billy trying to pry his way into his personal life. Someone who didn't know Eddie before his life fell apart.

The Hargrove boy was unfazed, clicking his tongue and holding back a smile. 

"Okay, fine. I'll take a gram of smoke. Throw in some uppers. I think I want to be up late tonight," Billy sighed thoughtfully. "I hear all the religious bible belt girls get freaky on Halloween."

Sorting out the products in his hand, Eddie frowned in distaste.

"I wouldn't know, Hargrove."

After thinking for a moment, Eddie Munson made a spur of the moment decision.

"Hey, I'll cut you a deal on this if you take me to the party with you. You're driving, though."

Billy turned to him with a wicked smile.

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Hold me now, whoa Warm my heart Stay with me Let loving start Let loving start

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Before he left his trailer, Eddie tore the Polaroids off of his wall and stuffed them under the mattress next to an all-too-familiar red envelope.

Hiding them away was the only option. Out of sight, out of mind.

Billy waited patiently while Eddie quickly showered and dressed, thumbing through the Munson cassette tape collection. "You got quite an impressive assortment here."

"Thanks, I guess?" Eddie grumbled from the bathroom, pulling a shirt over his head, just as equally tattered as the one he had on previously. "I'm ready when you are, Perry."

As they exited the trailer, Billy nodded towards the home across the street.

"I'll be damned. Trailer park girls are a lot more interesting than the girls that live in town."

Eddie knew just what, or who, Billy was referring to. 

The trailer that sat opposite Wayne Munson's was home to a pair of older girls, best friends or cousins, who knows. Maybe around 21 years old. They moved in only a couple weeks prior.

Tonight, one of them sat on their front porch, lighting up a joint that Eddie had sold her sometime in the last week. She had introduced herself as Katrina. Her short, almost black hair was visible against her pale skin even from a distance.

Her interest in Eddie made him squirm.

Maybe we can hang out sometime.

I don't think so. Sorry.

"Munson!" Billy chirped, slamming his hand on the roof of the Camaro. "C'mon, I'm ready to party."

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You say I'm a dreamer, we're two of a kind Both of us searching for some perfect world we know we'll never find So perhaps I should leave here Yeah, yeah, and go far away But you know that there's nowhere that I'd rather be than with you here today Oh, whoa, oh, whoa

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The party was a goddamn freak show. 

Eddie and Billy arrived together, but casually separated as the night went on. Eddie didn't mind. He enjoyed the anonymity of attending a party without a date. 

A part of him felt bad for not calling Jeff or Gareth… but then again, nowadays his entire social life was his band and Hellfire. It felt nice to stray from his usual routine, away from his usual company.

Eddie couldn't help but overhear the whispers of some of his classmates as he passed them in the drunken crowds.

"...I hear he's selling drugs now…"

"...just like his dad…"

"...Jesus, he looks deranged…"

"...how does he know Billy?"

The only solution Eddie could think of was to slither his way into the kitchen, in search of a bottle of familiar amber liquid. 

"Oh Captain! My Captain!" Eddie hissed, voice dripping with leaden sarcasm. 

Holding the bottle of Captain Morgan in his hand, Eddie deliberately ignored the scrutiny of Steve Harrington who stood nearby. Nancy Wheeler was at the punch bowl next to Eddie. Harrington observed both of them with a weird look on his face, dark sunglasses obscuring however he was really feeling.

Eddie winked at Harrington, then poured himself an entire cup of the rum and wandered off to cause mischief. 

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You ask if I love you Well, what could I say? You know that I do and that this is just one of those games that we play So I'll sing you a new song Please don't cry anymore I'll even ask your forgiveness Though I don't know just what I'm asking it for

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Upon returning to his uncle's trailer many hours later, Eddie watched with hazy, drunken vision as Billy sped off into the darkness. He didn't recall much of the events at the party.

He knew they had fun. Billy went upside down at the keg with crowds cheering him on. Flashes of some sophomore girl tugging on Eddie's belt buckle, trying to persuade him into the nearest empty bedroom. Eddie wasn't sure if he was polite about it or not, but he turned her down.

But now he was home safe. Though still piss drunk, and still completely lonely, he kind of regretted shooting down the girl. Eddie sat down hard on his front steps and lit a smoke.

"You look like you need help," a small, simple sentence uttered in the darkness.

The neighborhood was foggy and the voice was close to unfamiliar, but he knew it was that Katrina girl from across the street.

"Help with what? Do I look helpless?" Eddie chuckled bitterly.

He heard the sound of bottles clinking together and then the shake of a pill bottle. "You need help forgetting. I think I need it too. Let's help each other, yeah?"

Shameless and inebriated, the rest of his night was a rushed, sloppy blur. 

Something felt dangerous about mixing drugs and alcohol, but he welcomed the numbness taking over his senses. 

Something felt wrong about having a woman in his bed, but he pushed her onto it anyway, stripping off her pants and not even bothering to completely remove his. 

Something felt raunchy about the sound of her moaning another man's name, but it helped Eddie with his guilt over whispering your name as he was inside of someone else.

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Stay with me (Stay with me) Let loving start Let loving start, whoa

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…aaaand here's Billy!

A/N: fun fact: i rewatched season 2 and Billy Hargrove does indeed have the same Metallica poster as Eddie in his bedroom. was it done intentionally by the creators? the whole time i watched it, i genuinely wondered if he and Eddie were friends at school and it was just never portrayed in the show because, well, Eddie hadn't been cast yet.

(song lyrics credit: "Hold Me Now" by Thompson Twins)

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Oh my, I finally finished writing this. No idea how to format Tumblr but here's a link to my first ever post on AO3!! Honestly don't think it'll get any hits, but eh

Warnings: 3000 something words??, Eye of sion!!!! Sabine and Shin beat the living shit out of each other, get drunk and sleep together (I don't mean sex, I mean in a bed), they're lesbians

Sabine was sitting in her "cell" behind shut doors, leaned against the hard wall behind her. Her eyes were shut, it would seem as if she was sleeping, but she was wide awake. In her hand she held a small and flat silvery flask. It was opened and the smell that came from it was pretty distinct.

It was alcohol. Of course it was. It wasn't exactly like Sabine liked to drown her sorrows, but she always carried a flask of a strong Mandalorian liquor with her, for situations like this. Too often had she gotten herself stuck up in situations like this and there was nothing better to do when she was stuck behind bars temporarily.

The purple haired woman hoped to eventually just fall asleep. She'd check the ship out tomorrow, maybe she would find a training room where she could spar in her free time. Or maybe a canteen. Anything to kill time on this damn hyperspace ring would be great.

She had been sitting here for what felt like hours. At first she'd stared into nothing. Did some reflection, as Skoll had suggested. It only brought her to the conclusion that she really was the worst candidate to be a Jedi. She couldn't even save her Master. Ahsoka was dead because of her.

When she couldn't stand the thought anymore, she'd tried pacing up and down in this tiny room. It didn't last for long. Sabine hated to be in small rooms. It made her feel jittery and nauseous. She didn't want to be in small rooms unless she could distract herself, get busy with something, whether that be a piece of tech to take apart or something for her to paint. Something to fiddle with was also a great option.

When the short-lived pacing started to drive Sabine insane, she growled in frustration, sitting back down and leaning her back against the cold wall behind her. She reached into her bag that she had gotten to keep after Skoll and Morgan had removed anything weapon-like from it and pulled out a small, silvery flask. While she was here and had nothing to do, she could very well just get drunk and eventually fall asleep.

So here she sat, flask in her hand, leaving a few minutes between every swallow of liquor. It was strong, so she took her damn time with it. That was at least until the door suddenly opened with a hiss.

Sabine opened her eyes, eyeing the person who was standing in the door. It was Shin Hati, the dark side apprentice that had stabbed her only weeks before. The woman who seemed to follow her everywhere, the woman she encountered in her dreams.

She furrowed her eyebrows, waiting for Shin to open her mouth and say something as she just stood there in the doorway, glaring at Sabine. "Fight. Now.", she finally said, a slight accent peaking in her rough voice that Sabine couldn't quite pin down or identify. It sent shivers down her spine, and she chuckled.

"No.", the purple haired woman replied with snark, her lips curling into a smirk. She didn't feel like fighting right now. She just wanted to sit and numb her thoughts momentarily. The strong liquor helped, although Sabine wasn't drunk yet by far. She had Mandalorian tolerance. She could drink all night and still stand, and probably still fight just as good.

Shin breathed out noticeably enraged when Sabine replied snarkily, her icy blue eyes staring back into Sabine's soft brown eyes. "Yes.", she demanded through gritted teeth.

The Mandalorian took some time to reply, taking in Shins appearance. Her bleached, white hair, the dark roots. The wrapped padawan braid that laid across her shoulder. The usual Grey tunic that she wore. It was dirty and ragged. And Shin herself looked to be dirty and exhausted, her eye bags dark and prominent even though it was covered by her smudged smoky makeup. It seemed like she had gotten no rest as well.

"You look like you need sleep. Not a fight.", Sabine then remarked, screwing her flask close and tugging it away as she sat up. "Don't think a fight is the best idea for either of us, right now.", she made clear.

Shin was still standing in the door, hands balled to fists as she glared at Sabine. How dare she say something like that? It threw the white haired woman off entirely. Sabine watching her, making observations, and those observations being correct.

Shin wanted a fight, she needed a fight to get her head clear. Ironically she needed to get her head clear from the person sitting in this cell. And what better way to get over her than to beat her up, Shin thought. If Sabines face was all mashed up, she could impossibly think about the Mandalorian and how pretty she was in her armor, with the short hair, her gorgeous brown eyes that Shin could get lost in for hours-

Shin growled, sounding like a feral, wounded animal as she suddenly launched forwards with claws and teeth. She needed this fight and she would get it. Without hesitation she threw a punch at Sabine, who barely managed to dodge.

The purple haired Mandalorian had moved back wide eyed, scrambling off the bench to avoid a well placed punch towards her jaw. "What the fuck!", she hissed, pushing Shin away when she jumped at her again. "Stop that! I told you I'm not up-", again, she dodged a punch.

Shin was like a feral animal, all claws and teeth, rough punches, rough like the lines of her face, the shape of her body. The shape of her body that had become so familiar to Sabine over the weeks they had fought, even if it was hidden by robes before and still, right now.

Shin moved back for a second, only to drop her cloak for free movement, before jumping forwards again, landing a hard punch towards Sabines jaw. "Fight back!", she hissed, as Sabines head snapped back. The Mandalorian hissed in pain, her eyes filling with rage.

Shin grinned successfully when now Sabine launched forwards, kicking towards her ribs, and throwing punches. She'd finally managed to push the other woman's buttons, but if she'd eventually regret it would be another question.

The two women fought in the small room, teeth and claws, biting and kicking, punching each other like they were each other's biggest enemy. And they were, weren't they? They'd fight until the end. Exhaustion, in this case.

Eventually, Sabine managed to overpower Shin, pressing her to the floor. She'd caught her wrists with her own hands, sitting on her lower abdomen to push her down. She intensely stared at the woman lying beneath her, who was glaring up at her, her icy blue eyes boring into Sabines deep brown ones as Sabine glared down at her.

"Stop it.", she hissed out of breath as Shin struggled to get free beneath her. She looked rough. Bruises were now forming on her sharp cheekbones, and probably all across her body, as they were on Sabines body as well. They were both panting, exhausted from the fight, both adorned with bruises and scratch marks, they had thrown everything at each other like feral animals.

In the end, Sabine had probably needed to get something out as well. She felt better now than she had wallowing in self pity. And Shin was visibly more at ease as well, although still tense with her enemy pinning her down. "Get off me.", she commanded sharply.

Sabine raised a teasing eyebrow. "Oh, first you attack me, now you want me off?", she scoffed, leaning closer. "No. I don't trust you.", she said, hovering over Shins face.

She had not missed the blush that was creeping up on Shins cheeks, the longer she glared up at her. Her glance switched between Sabines lips and her eyes, her own lips parting just slightly as her breath hitched.

Unconsciously, Sabine shifted closer, until their lips were only centimeters apart. She could feel Shins breathing on her lips, as she stared up at her, her usually icy blue eyes clouded over with something else. Desire. The thing that was mirrored in her own eyes.

Sabines breath hitched and her eyes widened and suddenly she snapped back, clearing her throat. There was a blush creeping up her neck and cheeks and she quickly turned away, letting go of Shin and getting off her.

Shin sat up quickly, her usually pale cheeks a bright red. She let her hair fall into her face immediately as she scrambled to her feet, her thoughts racing, fast.

Sabine cleared her throat again, unsure of how to react, what to do or say. After a few moments passed and Shin still hadn't run away like Sabine expected, she hesitantly looked up to look at the blonde.

Shin was standing there, staring at Sabine. Her hands were balled to fists, she was tense, but seemed to be like in a trance. Her eyes were switching between looking at Sabine and staring at her lips, as she was absentmindedly biting her own lips.

Sabine felt a blush creep up her neck and cheeks again, as she stared back at Shin for a second, before reaching back into her bag, pulling out the flask again. She twisted it in her hand for a second, unsure, before reaching it towards Shin, offering. "Do you want some?"

Shins eyes widened, as she snapped out of it. Her pale cheeks immediately flushed red and she looked away, letting her hair cover her face. "What-" "It's booze. Mandalorian booze. It's pretty strong, I always take some with me for... Unfortunate situations.", the Mandalorian explained, tilting her head to the side, her purple hair falling into her face.

Before she could react and push her short hair out of her face, Shin reached out and gently pushed the hair aside. She immediately pulled her hand back, blushing furiously, while Sabine just stared back at her, eyes widened.

Now it was Shins turn to clear her throat, as she reached out for the flask, taking it from Sabine and tilting it in her hand. "Why?", she asked. Why was the Mandalorian offering her a drink? Alcohol, on top of that. Baylan wasn't a fan of alcohol.

He preferred if Shin kept her head free from substances, always ready to go. If she was intoxicated, she couldn't fight. Therefore, Shin had rarely tried alcohol before. Her tolerance wasn't the best, either. She looked at the flask, suspiciously. "If you're trying to poison me-", she started, but was stopped by laughter from Sabine.

"It's a peace offering, di'kut, why would I want to poison you? Who would be my company on this ship then?", Sabine chuckled, slightly tilting her head. "Besides, you saw me drinking from the same flask when you came in and I haven't dropped dead yet, have I?", she raised an eyebrow and Shin shook her head.

The blonde had furrowed her eyebrows when Sabine suddenly called her something, presumably, Mandalorian. It didn't sound mean, even though Shin had never heard the word before. Looking down at the flask, eyebrows still furrowed, she opened it and smelled it.

She looked back up with widened eyes. It smelled very strong. "Are you serious?", she asked the purple haired Mandalorian, who had sat back down on the bench and was watching her with an amused look on her face. Sabine nodded. "Mhm. It's good."

The woman on the bench cocked her head to the side slightly. "You don't have to, if you don't want to. I'm not forcing you to get drunk with me.", she clarified. Sabine wouldn't force Shin to anything. It was a peace offer, and if Shin would take it was up to her.

Hesitantly, Shin looked between the shut door and Sabine, before dropping her cloak and sitting on the bench next to her. Without the cloak, she suddenly seemed much smaller, her shoulders slouched for once as she pulled her knees up to her chest, to tuck them under her chin. She stared at the flask for another moment, before unscrewing it and taking a sip.

Sabine raised an eyebrow and waited, her head turned towards the younger woman next to her. A moment later Shin pulled a disgusted face, almost coughing the alcohol back up. "Oh, this is disgusting. Why are you drinking this?", she complained.

Sabine chuckled. "It's strong. And it's familiar... So it helps. It doesn't have to taste good, it just needs to be effective.", she shrugged. She was more or less used to the taste. Also, since she knew this stuff, she knew her tolerance could take much more than this one flask. But could Shin take more, she asked herself when she was handed the flask back.

Sabine took a sip as well, feeling the familiar, strong taste wash down her throat. She sighed. "You know, this is much better than us trying to kill each other. I like this.", she admitted. Maybe she liked Shin, as well. But she wasn't ready to admit that just yet. So she just sat in silence and reached the flask back to Shin, just watching the woman next to her and observing quietly.

Shin was gorgeous. Her sharp cheekbones, the little moles in her face and her bone white hair that fell into her face. Of course Sabine had noticed all this before, she just didn't have time to admire all of it yet. Admire Shin. Not that she wanted to, she told herself.

To distract from the fact that every single time the other woman was around, her heart sped up, beat a little faster.

To distract from how her thoughts raced whenever she noticed herself staring at Shins lips, and how her breath quickened just a little bit.

To distract from the thoughts and dreams she had about Shin ever since the other woman had stabbed her.

Sitting in silence, Sabine watched Shin, who slowly took another sip and frowned. The liquor was really strong and to her, it tasted disgusting. But Shin still wanted it, she too was caged up on this ship and frustrated. Alone with her thoughts. Reaching the flask back to Sabine, she laid her head on top of her knees and arms.

Hunched and balled up like this, she looked much smaller and more vulnerable, especially without her cloak that she usually had around her shoulders. Her head was turned towards Sabine, her usually clear blue eyes already clouded by intoxication as she watched the purple haired Mandalorian closely.

Sabine gazed right back at her as she took another sip. She sighed. The flask was almost empty, only a few more sips left. "Well, there's not much left. Guess we're going to have to face reality soon.", she chuckled dryly, sarcastically.

"Mhm…", Shin responded, seemingly tired, her head still resting on her knees. She blinked. She felt a little dizzy, out of her body. Sure, the Mandalorian liquor was strong, but Shin didn't anticipate it to knock her out so quickly, even with her low tolerance. "Shit.", she mumbled, as she watched Sabine take another sip, just like that. "Is your tolerance in the heavens?", she asked with exasperation.

"I'm Mandalorian, Kurs'kaded, we have a very high tolerance.", Sabine chuckled, leaning closer to Shin teasingly. "Don't tell me two sips of this stuff are taking you out already. Is your tolerance that low?", she raised an eyebrow as she leaned even closer, almost touching noses with Shin.

Shin blushed hard, quickly shaking her head as good as she could, still leaning on her knees. "No!", she responded defensively, but it was clear that she was intoxicated.

"You're drunk.", Sabine stated, clearly amused. She was still nose to nose with a blushing Shin. She found it adorable, if she was being honest with herself. Shin looked cute like this, balled up and blushing at her.

Sabine chuckled, before pulling back slightly." You're drunk.", she stated again. "You're quite cute like this. When you're not trying to murder me, I mean, that's when you look very cute.", she commented without thinking about it.

Shin immediately blushed furiously. "You think I'm cute?", she asked, not entirely sure if Sabine actually meant it. "... You know I could kick your ass at any given second.", she threatened, but her mouth curled into a soft grin. No, she wouldn't kick Sabine's ass. Not when Sabine looked so kissable right now…

Shin sighed. "You're a dumbass. I want to kiss you so badly.", she admitted, still blinking up at the Mandalorian slowly. Drunk thoughts were honest thoughts, and in Shin's case right now, they were secret desires she'd been pushing back ever since she'd stabbed Sabine and Sabine had still swung out at her after that.

Sabine's eyes widened and she nervously combed her fingers through her purple hair, trying to hide the furious blush that was creeping up on her cheeks as well. "Well, what are you waiting for, Kurs'kaded?", she asked, leaning forwards again.

The dark Jedi only hesitated for a second, before lifting her head and softly pressing her lips to the Mandalorians. The kiss was innocent and sweet, the faint taste of alcohol lingering on both of their lips. Shin sighed softly, reaching out and cupping Sabine's cheek, pulling her closer. Sabine let her, leaning into the kiss.

They only broke apart a few moments later, both drawing in a deep breath.

Shin's pupils were big, bigger than usual. Her mind was blown, her lips stood open slightly. She'd wanted to kiss Sabine for so long and now she finally got to experience the Mandalorians lips. And she finally had to admit to herself that the fleeting crush she had on the purple haired woman was more than just a simple crush. Her hand was still on Sabine's cheek, brushing her thumb over her cheekbone softly.

"Kriff. Sabine Wren, I might actually be in love with you.", she announced wide-eyed, coming to a crushing realization. She didn't know why it had taken her alcohol to realize it. It had been so painfully obvious the entire time, but Shin was an oblivious dumbass.

Sabine pulled back slightly, her hand finding Shin's on her cheek. She wound her fingers around the other woman's hand ever so gently, holding it. "You really mean that?", she whispered, firmly looking into the eyes of the woman sitting across the bench, watching her closely. She had the urge to reach out and push Shin's bone-white hair out of her face. Her Shin.

Shin nodded slowly. "I mean it.", she whispered, honestly. Her feelings were so strong, they were beginning to overwhelm her. Shin was tired, drunk and tired, and she just wanted to take a nap right now. But not without Sabine, Sabine, who was her favourite person in the entire world. No, she was her entire world.

"I love you too, Kurs'kaded", Sabine responded softly, finally reaching out to brush the Jedis white hair out of her face, gently. "You look tired…", she then remarked, concerned.

Shin nodded, sleepily. "I think I need a nap…", she responded to Sabine's concern, her heart filling with a warm, fuzzy feeling. Love. Yes, it was love. Love, Love, Love. The word repeated in her head, over and over, as she reached out for Sabine.

Sabine reached out as well, pulling Shin closer as Shin untucked her knees from under her chin, instead tucking herself into Sabine's side, cuddling up to her without a second thought. It felt natural, like a wolf conquering its moon. She was the wolf, Sabine the moon. Her moon.

Sabine smiled softly as the dark side apprentice tucked herself into her side. She gently brushed her fingers through her soft, bone white hair, humming softly.

#wolfwren #wolfwren on the eye of scion #shin hati #sabine wren #shinbine #sabine wren x shin hati #star wars #ahsoka #ahsoka series #lesbian sabine wren #lesbian shin hati #they kiss #after getting drunk #then they sleep together #in the same bed

[moddymoon]

Introduction Update...

This is going to take a while to write I think:

Look at current introduction.

Add some stuff that currently gets frequently asked:

Sissy

Slave

Submissive

Switch

Add some stuff about parts that get missed:

Programming

Hypnosis

Trans

Plural

Tech

Security

Autism

Non-binary

Incontinence

ABDL

Add some stuff about contact:

I won't pay you.

I love talking if it's a conversation

Feel free to send me asks

Things not to tell a stranger on the internet.

That's most of what I want here.

Previous Introduction

I have an old introduction post from April 5th (that's not that old just over a month old, but it was probably a bit of a brief introduction. I'm just not very good at doing that, and at that time I had nothing that I could find in my backlog as to what would be considered to be an introduction, so I wrote something up quickly.

The first thing that we talk about there is plurality. I'm not really going to go much into it right here, because I plan on talking more about it further down, but yes, we're a plural system.

And oddly the next thing is our age, (which we keep getting asked about, so it means these people have not read the pinned post). I'm not going to repeat that (but I'm not removing the old post either).

In that it talks a bit about disability. Including neurodivergence, specifically autism.

The next thing I talk about is incontinence. Which sort of extends to ABDL stuff.

Then basically we say that people are free to contact us (there will be more at the bottom of this about that). So, that's just going over what I have already said.

Frequently Asked Questions:

Here's some questions I get asked and while some of these get asked in a combined form I'm going to break them down to the component parts...

Are you a sissy? (why is ### unsuported?)

I'm trans. I was assigned male at birth. I am non-binary. The "Are you a sissy?" type quiz things often will say that yes I am a sissy.

My problem? Well I'm not quite sure if that's an identity I fully would embrace, or if it's a "play" thing.

Are you a slave?

Briefly, if the answer to that is, "yes" then either you are someone closely associated with me and my role in that position, or you shouldn't be answering that.

I am interested in the submissive thing. I've explored lightly the idea of "slave" and would like to explore it further with the right person/people.

Chances are, if you're asking that, you're not going to be the right person.

I guess maybe if you've shown that you've read what I've had to say, and you'd like to confirm what my current status is, and make it clear, then I get it. But... I've not had anything close to that.

And as to whether I would... I'm already in a long distance relationship of some similar nature, and I'm OK with exploring with others, or more with that person in that direction.

Are you a submissive?

Yes, though... I tend to be more than just a submissive, and if you're asking that, then your sense probably isn't what I mean by that.

Here's the thing that I want to say, most people who have asked, don't seem to have a sense of this being a relationship that is built, and that is built on mutual respect and understanding.

If you're one of those people, then probably we're not going to get very far. And while it's not asked, it comes out of these above questions.

Are you a switch?

YES ABSOLUTELY... Part of that is not really being able to define things in black and white, but for example, the "Caregiver/little" role (the relationship mentioned above), overall I feel I'm more of a little, but I end up taking a Caregiver role more often when it comes to a relationship. And I'm fine with that.

Parts that have been missed

I want to write a bit about some stuff I think is missing overall here.

What about programming?

I ended up checking out the tag, "programming" in relationship to hypnosis type stuff, and ran into stuff like "Python" which I was, "dang I can get people talking about that too?" So yes I do programming, I'm not that great, some people have told me that I shouldn't (they might be right, but that's not a useful thing to say).

So yes, I do computer programming.

Hypnosis?

OK, as I just mentioned, I also am into hypnosis, and I guess a lot of other "mental health," or "psychology" type topics. I don't really want to go into detail, but it's relevant to just say yep...

Gender identity stuff...

I've mentioned it above, and probably will more so below. We're non-binary. We tend to present more feminine, than masculine.

What about the incontinence?

Yeah, I have some incontinence, I would say it's mostly urge related, but trying to figure it out, we've not really got a clear answer. Most of the time, if we're on top of things, it's more a matter of "barely making it to the bathroom in time" but there have been some seriously notable accidents... I might talk about them in private once I get to know you (or on some other platform).

But aren't you ABDL?

Yes, as I say often, "Why not both?" There's two things here... Many people who do have incontinence, actually discover that diapers can make their lives incredibly better, and they fall in love with being able to wear, and use diapers...

That literally makes them diaper lovers, and part of the community. Even if it's just really that they love what it does for them on a personal level.

ABDL does not have to be (and often is not sexual), and that's part of the reason that people don't want to associate with it.

And also, people think that ABs and DLs "must go together". Which also not true. Yes, I'm both, but you can be one, without the other (you can even be an AB, who has none of the DL stuff).

Communicating with me

OK, this is where I run into some stuff that I'm often not sure about... Not that I'm not sure about what people are doing, more about my response.

Will you pay me to be your ... whatever?

No, I won't. Especially not if you contacted me first. My following you is not contacting you. My messaging you, because you asked... Is not contacting you.

If you really are just looking to get paid, then save your time, go find someone else to contact.

Will you talk to me?

Absolutely, I love a good conversation. If it's a good give and take (and yes it can take a bit to get there) I'm all up for it.

I'm up for it also if it does take a while to get there, and even if you want to talk about stuff that I'm not really interested in.

If I say something along the lines of, "I won't answer that," or "I won't do that with you where we're at in our relationship." It's not that I'm saying no to the conversation. It's that I'm stating that that particular thing is not OK at least right now.

If you still want to talk, I'm still up to it. Just not in that direction.

Can I send an ask?

I've had some great asks, and I love them. If you want to do that, go for it. I don't know what sending an anonymous ask does on, well either end, but I hope that it will show up in your activity when I answer. So feel free to send me an ask. So far, I've answered every one I've got, on any platform. The answer might be "no I'm not interested," but I haven't had one that I'm feeling even the asking is not OK.

Do you have things you won't answer?

This is the "Things that you should not tell a stranger on the internet," section.

Yes, there's things that I won't answer, at least while you're a stranger:

Where are you located?

What's your age?

What's your sex? (these are what were called ASL questions, and while often asked, have never really been considered appropriate)

What's your real name?

Are you ??? when the thing being asked is a really complicated thing with no yes/no answer?

What is your phone number?

Can you contact me on x other platform (maybe, but most of the time I literally can't I've tried, and people have gotten mad at me for saying no)?

That's not the whole list, but it's enough for now.

Take care everyone... I wasn't sure I was going to get this in a form I was happy with, but here we are.

***THANK YOU TUMBLR FOR MESSING ALL OPPORTUNITIES TO PROPERLY FORMAT POSTS***

#introduction #purality #disability #neurodivergence #autism #gender identity

[thetreeshavenotongues]

Spy x Family Mission 75 Spoilers-ish (But mostly just a dissertation on Melinda Desmond) :

Alright, I’ve finally calmed down enough to have actual semi-coherent thoughts about Melinda. So here we go, this is gonna be a long one.

I’ve seen a few posts calling her terrible and that she’s a bad parent but I really, deeply believe that’s not the case at all. I don’t think she’s a character that Endo put there for us to hate. I think she’s a character that’s there to be pitied.

She is clearly a severely broken woman. We got a hint of it in her reveal with Yor, we saw glimpses of the duality -her saying she didn’t care about the punch or really anything in Damien’s life at the table with her friends, then asking in the car when she and Yor were alone if Damien and Anya were friends - and then she gave us that expression.

I think we were all supposed to have our own opinions about what that face meant at the time because it was just so hard to pin down (and we have no Anya to give us insight) but now that we know a little more about her, it’s starting to make more sense. It’s warped and fractured and a caricature of what a happy smile should be. I think it shows that she has two very distinct, opposing mind sets about her life and the lives of her family and because of that she’s a very conflicted and complicated woman.

The fact that she raced over to see Damien shows us that she loves her child. She ran to that boy with tears in her eyes and dropped to her knees to hug him, that was a mother who was distraught. No one expected her to do that. Damien himself definitely didn’t. Anya even likened her thoughts about her son to a Yuri level of obsessive compassionate. But the second Damien mentioned his father a switch flipped. She fractured.

Donovan seems like a very cut and dry asshole, I’m sure he has some different facets but they’re probably all just variations of shithead. He was pretty blatant with his ideas, beliefs and ideologies when we met him, (for now) he’s an easy character to understand. Melinda, on the other hand, seems to be the opposite. I’m sure we all have our theories on her background, she’s most likely from a wealthy family and whether her marriage to Donovan was an arranged one or they actually did at some point love each other (or some truly wild Third thing that probably is the case given this manga’s propensity for curveballs), it’s clear that at this point they’re not on good terms. It’s obvious that Melinda hates Donovan, I have a theory that Demetrius may be the root of that hatred.

I believe that after he was born and she witnessed Donovan’s indifference towards their child aside from indoctrinating him with his twisted views something in her shifted. Donovan probably even made sure her interactions with her first born would be limited as he was grooming him to be his heir. I’m going to guess that not only will we find out that Demetrius looks like Donovan but he will act like him too. My theory is that she wanted a second child, not Donovan, (especially since it seems like Damien is the only one of these rich kids with a sibling) Melinda wanted a child to teach to be good and to love and dote on since she saw that Demetrius was too far for her to ever actually reach. But I think that even that didn’t work out the way she wanted and it probably became evident to her pretty quickly that even though Damien as the second child would never get as much attention from Donovan as the first, she still wouldn’t be able to completely remove his influence from their shared child’s life. And every time that she saw him, her precious second attempt, search for approval from a man who she hates some of that hate transferred over to her feelings for Damien, (because to her, why would he love a man who clearly has no love for him when she’s right there showering him with it? Why does he care about that man’s approval when she’s right there giving him hers?) I think Damien’s desire to be loved by both parents, and her witnessing that she can’t change that slowly chipped away at her until she became this heavily fractured, incredibly wounded woman who probably had no healthy coping mechanism and it developed into this severe dissociation when it comes to her thoughts on her children.

It’s heavily implied that Damien and Demetrius have very different personalities and I’m assuming that as much as Damien looks like his mother, Demetrius will be a copy of his father as a way of showing us which parent they take after. Demetrius was his fathers project and Damien was his mother’s (failed) attempt at combatting that influence. And I think that’s why her thoughts about Damien that first time are so…let’s say enthusiastic (obsessive), and why when she hears him talk about his father - a man who couldn’t even be bothered to show up after his child was in a bus hijacking - we see her thoughts jumble. We get both sides, the incredible love and the bone deep loathing and unfortunately both are directed at this softest, sweetest of beans.

TLDR: she’s complicated and needs much therapy.

#spy x family #spy x family spoilers #melinda desmond #spy x family mission 75 spoilers #spy x family mission 75 #it’s long. I’m sorry #damien desmond #they’re rich they can afford therapy seek help guys

[jadeile-writes]

Fanfic Progress Update 155

I'm so glad it's Saturday, this week has been exhausting because of a Christmas market I participated in today - so much baking and other preparations. Anyway, stay tuned for the last sneak-peek for Keep the Cuddles Platonic -challenge at the bottom of this post!

Current WIPs:

Keep the Cuddles Platonic -challenge

Fandom: Sonic the Hedgehog, movieverse

Summary: Doctor Robotnik is simultaneously touch averse and touch starved, which results in a plan to "get the touching needs over with" in the most efficient way he could think of: cuddles overnight, when he wouldn't be doing anything useful anyway. Agent Stone was not privy to the plan until they arrived at their hotel room for their business trip.

Progress: Chapter 4 is the current latest chapter and was posted on 7th of December. Chapter 5 is finished and will be posted on 14th of December aka next Thursday, and then this fic will be officially done!

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I'm Signing in the Drain

Fandom: Sonic the Hedgehog, movieverse

Summary (temporary): Not many people know this, but Doctor Robotnik is actually deaf and uses hearing aids to make up for it. Agent Stone does not know this, he just kind of assumes he's told to learn sign language upon being assigned for some other, mysterious reasons, and not as a "just in case" measure.

Progress: This fic will most likely have five chapters, maybe six if I get epilogue-happy or smth. The first chapter is now truly finished, as I fixed the ending to my liking. A new second chapter appeared because of a thing I removed from the first chapter but didn't want to ditch, so now it's in the process of being fully expanded on to be the second chapter. It's about 1/4 done. The old second chapter, now the third chapter, is finished now too.

I'm actually positive I can spin this into full on Stobotnik, because now I have a clear vision of how to go about it :D Also, I need to pick up the slack with writing this, because this will be the next in the line to be published unless some random oneshot(s) appear to fill in between Cuddles and this one to buy me more time. ...Not a word about how I could just write a chapter of this one in the time it'd take me to write an entire-ass oneshot >.> Shh, just be happy if you get more fics!

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SBLF (workname)

Fandom: Sonic the Hedgehog, movieverse

Summary (temporary):

Wanted: a yesman who is capable of operating an espresso machine, has at least a higher IQ than your average amoeba, and is willing to put work before having a personal life, or indeed a life, period. The extra in your pathetic paycheck is good, but the strain in your psyche will make up for the positives. Forfeit your basic human rights and apply today if this sounds like you. 

Maybe it said something about Agent Stone - and probably not good things - that the poster in the cafeteria's pin board piqued his interest more than any of his official assignments had for a good long while. 

Dr. Robotnik, huh?

Progress: This one will be a longfic, probably around 20 chapters. It's a bit hard to estimate at this point, so the number is subject to change. Or most likely I'll cut this into two fics in a series, because quite honestly, it's two stories in one package (that is, half of it is pre-canon and half post-canon.) My writing hours will be devoted to this fic.

I have the first four chapters completely written now. Chapter 5 is not yet started. I also have two halfway written chapters that don't yet know their exact placement within the fic (they're scenes that will be slotted in to wherever they feel natural, once we get Stone settled in.)

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Other WIPs I’m not currently working on but intend to get back to Someday™:

PoE Drabbles (Pillars of Eternity)

DC Drabbles (Justice League)

Diaphanous Relations (Forgotten Realms, R.A. Salvatore’s books)

Rolling with it (Zelda: BotW)

Hah, our afterlife is the most hilarious bushwa, dearest! (Hazbin Hotel)

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That’s it for the WIPs! Here’s the promised sneak-peek into Keep the Cuddles Platonic -challenge (Note: the text may end up slightly different in the fic itself due to more editing happening before publishing). Enjoy!

Stone woke up at his usual time, two minutes to seven, without any aid from alarm clocks. Not that he had an alarm set for that time anymore, since his work started at ten to accommodate the doctor’s hatred for mornings, but years of habit and him being a morning person were hard to train out of.

Stone stretched as much as he could while being weighed down by Robotnik sleeping on his chest, then looked down at him with a fond smile. As usual, the doctor had his head tucked under Stone’s chin, was holding him loosely around the chest, and had their legs all tangled up together. He had not so much as stirred by Stone’s movements, so used to this arrangement by now.

Stone observed the sleeping doctor’s mess of a hair in the morning sun that was peeking in through the small gaps in the venetian blinds. He could see hints of auburn red at the roots and mentally added black hair dye to the shopping list. Why Robotnik hated his natural hair colour was a mystery to Stone, but he looked forward to helping him with the dyeing process anyway.

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That’s it this time. See you next Saturday!

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[pokimoko]

🍒 🍊 🍍 n 🥝!

Thank you for the fruit, my fruit. 💜

🍒 What’s your favorite character dynamic to write? (Can be romantic or platonic, specific or general!)

Platonic for sure! Anything found family is my jam, and I particularly love writing sibling dynamics, blood-related or otherwise. I also like writing F/M friendships because I enjoy them and I think they should be normalised more, honestly (though, truthfully, those always end up falling in the sibling dynamic category as well). I also like writing QPRs, though I haven't really had the opportunity to write many, but they hold a special place in my heart.

🍊 Who’s a character you don’t write for that often, but keep meaning to write for more?

Bucky Barnes, definitely; sure, I wrote one fairly long fic about him, but that was one fic; I was obsessed with the guy long and hard enough that there should be at least a few more. But nope. I did plan out a whole sequel to said long fic as well as prequels but those never really came into fruition unfortunately. Not sure if I'll write for him anyone soon but god I've had so many plot ideas about the guy over the years that I just never wrote. Still fond of the 'Bucky bonds with Cosmo the Space Dog' idea I came up with back in 2021. I wrote a post it note but nothing more. Ah. Maybe one day.

Aside from him, I'd say Jake Lockley. I definitely need to write more of him and I want to. He can be a bit hard to pin down character-wise because we were given nothing more than crumbs, but I also enjoy the freedom that offers too. He definitively hasn't been getting enough love from me. But hopefully that will change soon.

🍍 What kind of AUs do you like? Are there any AUs you hate or just generally have beef with?

I generally avoid AUs; in fact, I exclude most of the more popular ones (Collage, High School, Coffee Shop, etc) from my searches because I'm really not fussed about reading them. I just find writers often strip the characters of any distinguishabilty to the point of them being basically a different character (not their fault, really; changing the setting and origin changes the character's experiences and dynamics, which fundamentally changes them, and that can be a difficult thing to wrangle). Some people, though, absolutely excel at using the AU and the worldbuilding therein to explore deeper into the character, their dynamics and motivations from a viewpoint that is different yet still feels like it aligns with what's been established in canon, and I love when it's done right. So I don't avoid AUs completely. Just really picky about them.

As for the ones I like, I like Alternative Universes in the most classic sense of term, where universes are defined by a path not chosen, a mistake not made. That is to say, I really like Canon Divergence and What If? scenarios. Anything that keeps the characters and world somewhat familiar but their dynamics and/or motivations altered. (Also love when alternate selves—or even selves from different points of the same timeline—meet and get to see the verion of themself they could have been if things had been different and/or interact with who they were before that Great Terrible Thing changed them.) For more extreme alterations, I'm not against a well written Fantasy/Sci-fi AU or Fusion AUs (so long as it's not an all-out crossover and the fusion is not all-consuming).

I am not a fan of No Powers/No Magic/Human AUs (or Modern Setting AUs if the original setting isn't modern). That's Just Some Guy in a Just Some Guy world now (which always looks suspiciously like our own). And powers/non-humaness is generally tied up a lot with the character themself, so stripping that from them removes a lot of who they are, in my opinion. And as we established, I'm really picky about characterisation. I don't much care for Soulmate AUs either, but that's a whole amatonormativity essay I won't get into.

Also I wouldn't say I have beef with Coffee Shop AUs, I just will never understand them, and I don't mean in a "urgh why is this so popular" kind of way, I mean I literally don't understand. I don't drink coffee and I've been inside Starbucks maybe once (mostly to gawk because I rarely come across them, even in the city), so words like venti and frappe and just coffee culture in general flies over my head, and I do not care enough about coffee to learn. It is simply a fic space I am not meant to inhabit. I have made my peace with that.

🥝 What’s your favorite trope/AO3 tag to write?

Character Studies are my happy place, my life blood if you will. Is it obvious yet I'm obsessed with exploring characters and their dynamics with others? Because I am. I am nothing more than a clockmaker taking these characters apart to see what makes them tick, and how the gears of the world and those around them fit into it all. Other tags and tropes I'm fond of are and that show up a lot in my writing include: angst (duh), unreliable narrators, memory loss/amnesia (guilty pleasure), dream sequences/unreality, hey! let me patch up your wounded hand, forehead kisses, extended metaphors, horror as a metaphor because I'm pretentious and was fundamentally changed as a person by being taught Gothic and Romantic Literature in my senior school years, and finally mind control/posession (guiltier pleasure).

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Always a blast getting to answer questions like these, thank you! :D. There's more fruits/questions here if anyone else wants to send some in.

#ask game #my stuff #fanfic stuff #fic stuff #personal #tip 🤝 me: having basically the same opinions on AUs to the point my answer seems lke a way more complicated version of your own #i'm sorry writers but no power aus are just...so boring to me. put them in a normal setting but keep the powers! that's fun #and if the character shares nothing with the og beyond a name then i'm outta there #living vicariously through the sibling dynamics i write because i'm not really close to any of my own (except one but he's very annoying) #(which i guess...is a well established sibling dynamic...well damn)

[db-gochifan]

Dragon Ball Ships Week 2023 - Day 7: Free Day

Title: The Spy and The Thief Characters: Vegeta, Launch, Bulla Briefs, Bulma Briefs, Yamcha, Son Gohan, Son Goten, Trunks Briefs Pairing: Launch/Vegeta Summary: Bulma has had enough of Yamcha's fan club. Warning: Rated T for language.

Cross-posted on AO3 and FFN

The lights were all out when Vegeta walked inside his house. It had been another exhausting day and he just wanted to lie down on his bed as soon as possible. He hung his black coat in a pin behind the door and loosened the knot of his black tie. By the time he walked into his daughter’s room to give her a goodnight kiss, his white shirt was fully open. He stared at her for a moment and then bent over to kiss her forehead. His tie was curled up on his hand and fist when he walked into his bedroom. Launch was sitting on their bed reading a book, while waiting for him. “Hi.” “Hi.” Vegeta sat on the bed and untied his shoes, then removing them and placing them in a corner. He took his shirt off and turned it into a ball before throwing it above his shoes. “Tough day?” She closed her book and put it away. Then she approached him and started massaging his shoulders. “Yeah, there’s this woman who’s causing a lot of trouble and we can never seem to catch her.” “That’s awful.” She tried to sound serious, but couldn’t stop a smile from coming to her lips. “So what are you going to do now? Can you get into trouble for not succeeding in catching her?” “No, that’s one of the benefits of working on my own. I can’t get fired or anything.” “That’s good to hear.” She pulled back and watched him stretch his neck. “I’d hate to see you getting into trouble because of her.” The couple started laughing at how ironic the situation was. “I can’t believe they haven’t figured out who you are yet. They’re really a bunch of morons.” “Well, the long blue wig really helps out, so I don’t blame them for not recognizing me.” “How much did we get today?” With a large grin, Launch bent down and reached for a heavy bag next to her side of the bed and placed it between them.“Two hundred thousand zeni.” “Wow, that’s great!” Vegeta cheered. “I think it took us two or three robberies to make this amount of money last month.” “That’s true. Now that we have enough to live by, why don’t we go live somewhere else? This city sucks.” “Come on, it doesn’t suck. It’s amazing.” “Do you really want to risk getting caught?” “I won’t get caught. I’m the head spy, they can’t fire me.” “They can if they find out you’re involved in this. And then we’re screwed.” “Don’t worry, they won’t.” He moved a lock of her long curly hair away. “We’re being very cautious about it. There’s no way it can happen.” “Okay, if you say so.” “Now, why don’t we celebrate our big accomplishment?” “I thought you’d never ask.” She smiled and then pushed him towards the bed. **** “Papa!” Bulla jumped up and down on his bed excitedly very early in the following morning. “Mama asked me to wake you up or you’ll be late for work.” “Alright, sweetheart.” He mumbled and then buried his head on his pillow. “But can you please not jump on the bed?” “Sorry, papa.” She knelt down beside him and cupped his face. “Are you going to make my breakfast?” “Yes, I’ll make it.” Vegeta rolled over and rubbed his eyes before sitting down. Then he stood up and went to his wardrobe to choose a new shirt to wear. He turned around with a dark blue and a pink one. “Which one should papa wear today?” “The pink one!” Bulla sat on the edge of the bed and started swinging her legs happily. “Alright then. Pink it is.” “Good morning.” Vegeta walked into the kitchen with Bulla sitting over his shoulders. “Food smells great.” “They better taste great too.” Launch put a plate full of pancakes over the table. “These ingredients were quite expensive.” “Mama, did you know I chose Papa’s shirt today?” Bulla said as Vegeta put her in a chair. “You did? You already have a good taste.” The blue haired girl giggled and then looked at her father. “Papa, I want five pancakes with chocolate sauce.” “Five? Are you sure you can eat that much?” “Of course!” She showed off her muscles, so he could see how strong she was. “I want to become as strong as you.” “That’s great, sweetheart.” He grabbed her decorated plastic plate and put the five pancakes she wanted. “How do you say?” “Thank you, papa.” She eagerly started eating her breakfast. “What are you going to do today?” The blond man turned to his wife. “Oh, I’m just going to…” Launch immediately stopped talking when Bulla lifted her head and looked at her, not at all hiding how curious she was to hear her mother’s answer. “Go shopping, I guess.” “That’s so cool, mama! Can I go with you?” “I’m afraid not, Bulla. You have to go to school.” “Ah, but I don’t want to. School is boring.” “You need to study. That’s the only way to be successful in your life.” The blonde pair exchanged looks, not believing a word that had just been said. Launch shook her head and laughed, finding it ironic Vegeta would say something like this, from all people. They were most definitely the greatest thieves in West City. “Your father is right.” She said eventually. “You can go really far with a good education. Plus, you get to see your friends and play with them during lunch break.” “This is true. I’ll go to school then.” “That’s the spirit.” **** Vegeta reached for a lighter on the left pocket of his black coat and a pack of cigarettes on the right one. He lit one on while he walked down the street towards his office, after dropping his daughter at school. Like all the other days, his team was already working frantically when he walked in and slowly hung his coat on the coat rack in a corner of the office. “Good morning, Mr. Vegeta.” Son Gohan, one of his most competent employees, greeted him briefly and resumed his task, not having enough time to wait for him to answer. Vegeta thought West City was probably a chaos sooner than they expected that day. “Looks like we’ll have another busy day ahead.” He said with a sigh. “Yeah, the thieves decided to start acting way earlier today. Hopefully we’ll be able to catch many of them by the end of the day.” “Let’s hope so.”

When it was almost noon, Vegeta walked out of his room to have lunch in a restaurant nearby. That was always the excuse he gave, but in fact that was the time Launch robs a bank and he stays hidden, so they can get away with no problems. That was one of the benefits of knowing every inch of West City. Little did he know his luck was about to change soon. A smirk appeared on his lips when the first few police cars passed by him at full speed. He couldn’t help but think the cops were wasting their time, they were going to run away with the money once again. However, something in the corner of his eye got his attention and he looked across the street, but there was no one there. He waited a while and then resumed his way to the bank Launch was robbing, as peacefully and slowly as he could. “Uh, that was close.” “Mrs. Briefs, we almost got caught.” “I know.” Bulma Briefs, another spy from West City, told her partner, Yamcha. “I need to be more careful if I want to take him down.” “May I ask you what he did to you? You seem pretty determined to do that and I was wondering if…” “Let’s just say I have some unresolved business with him.” “Got it. He turned you down and you didn’t take it very well.” “That’s not it, you moron!” She smacked him in the head and he flinched. “I loathe that guy, I couldn’t possibly get involved with him. I’d rather be single than be his girlfriend, even if he was the last man on Earth.” “What about me? Would you go on a date with me?” “I’ll think about it… if we can take him down.” “I’ll do my best. He isn’t getting away with it today.” Yamcha said with determination and then looked at his boss. “May I ask you how long you’ve been observing him?” “You surely ask a lot of questions.” “I’m sorry.” He felt his cheeks burn with embarrassment. “Sometimes they just slip through my mouth before I realize. I didn’t mean to…” “It’s okay.” Bulma assured him. “I’ve been following him for about three months, and I’m surprised he hasn’t noticed that yet. I thought he would be more careful about his surroundings. He let his guard down very easily.” “That seems like it.” “Come on, we can’t lose track of him. Let’s go.” She pulled him by the wrist and they secretly followed Vegeta.

The situation in the bank was chaotic. The blue haired woman had stroke again and was using a human shield to bribe the police officers and security guards to get what she wanted. “Just fucking give me the combination of the safe and no one will get hurt.” “Please don’t hurt me.” “Alright, lady.” One of the employees said. “I’ll take you there and open it for you.” “No!” She shouted and turned around, the gun still pointed at the person’s head. “I want the damn combination!” “Alright, alright.” The man wrote the combination on a paper and handed it to her, shaking. “Please don’t kill me.” “Where’s the damn safe.” “It’s the room in the back of this hall.” He pointed towards a door behind her. “Thanks. I’ll take this one, just in case.” Vegeta was waiting for Launch outside the bank when he had the feeling someone was watching him. He looked all around him, but didn't see anyone. And then, the sound of a familiar voice sent a shiver down his spine. “So there you are.” He turned around and saw a female figure in the shadows. “Bulma.” “So now you got together with a thief? The one you're supposed to arrest? No wonder why no one seemed to get her. You were covering for her the whole time.” “That's not what it looks like.” “Stop fucking lying to me!” She shouted and came out from the shadows, staring intensely into his dark eyes. “Is that the environment our daughter is living in?” “I've been taking good care of her.” “That's not what I asked!” She snapped, her eyes burning with fury. “She is, isn’t she?” “What about you, huh?” Vegeta raised his voice and walked towards her, not intimidated by her at all. “Wasn’t it your idea to include her in this whole mess? You wanted to use her as a bait.” “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” “What?!” Yamcha looked at her in shock. “Don’t play dumb on me, Bulma.” The blonde continued, completely and blatantly ignoring his ex-wife’s partner. “You know exactly what you were doing. You used Bulla as a bait to finally get Launch behind the bars. You even advised her to call Launch ‘mom’. But you weren’t expecting the fact we could fall in love.” “You fell in love with her?” Bulma mocked, laughing hysterically. “You’re so funny, Vegeta! You can never love anyone.” “Alright, I got the money.” Launch walked out as she removed her long blue wig. “We can… what’s going on here?” “That’s the end for you, Launch.” The blue haired woman looked at her. “You’re finally going to be where you deserve.” “You mean in Maldives?” “You f…” She motioned to jump on her throat, but Yamcha held her back. “Mrs. Briefs, you don’t want to end up in jail too, do you?” “You’re right. It’s not worth it.” She took a deep breath. “Mr. Vegeta?” Son Gohan’s voice echoed a few meters behind them and they all looked at him. “What are you doing here?” “You should arrest him.” Bulma said as she walked away with Yamcha. “He’s been helping her with stealing the banks in West City. That’s why no one seemed to catch her. He was covering it.” “You’re lying!” He shouted and tried to get away from a few officers who went to put the cuffs on him. “You can’t prove it.” “Are you serious?” She turned around and started walking backwards. “Did you forget I’m a spy too? I’ve been following since we broke up. I wanted to see how long you would resist until you became a criminal as well. Turns out it was sooner than I expected.” “You’ve been following me?” “Oh honey, you don’t know who you’re dealing with.” She blew him a kiss and then turned her back on him. “Bulma, come back here! I swear to my life I had nothing to do with this. I can’t be way from my daughter.” “So now you don’t have anything to do with this?” Launch kicked him hard on the knees. “Are you fucking kidding me?” “Hey!” One of the police officers took her away. “You brainwashed me to join you in committing crimes.” “Are you out of your freaking mind? I didn’t force you to do anything. If anything, you made me believe we were in this together.” “And you were naive enough to believe it. I’m a spy!” “You bastard!” She nudged one of the officers on the belly and rushed to the blonde, strangling him. “You told me you loved me.” “And you believe that?” He laughed out loud. “That was all acting.” “I will fucking kill you!” Launch snatched an arm one of the police officers was carrying and pointed at him. “No one lies to me and goes unpunished.” “Hey!” A spiky haired officer threw the gun away from her hands with a precise kick, while a lavender haired one immobilized her. “Get in the car!” “Make me.” “Get in the fucking car!” The second officer demanded firmly and pushed her in the trunk of the vehicle. “The deputy will talk to you as soon as we arrived at the station.” “Gohan, you have to help me!” Vegeta begged as he was being taken to another vehicle, to leave. “I didn’t do anything wrong! I’m innocent, I was a victim.” “Then you should have no problem with clearing things up with the deputy. If you’re really innocent, you’ll be released soon.” “I need to see my daughter! You can’t let them do this to me. I’m begging you. She will hate me.” “I’m sorry, Mr. Vegeta. I work for the city above all.” “This is a mistake! I’m not her partner, I wanted to take her down.” “Sir, you better cooperate or things will be worse for you. The deputy just wants to talk to you.” “You can’t arrest me, I work for the police.” He grabbed his badge and his ID card and showed them. “See?” “We’re an honest institution and the corrupt ones inside it should be investigated and punished, if guilty.” “This is not fair, I was only doing my job.” He started knocking on the back window with both hands as the police car drove away.

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[weabooweedwitch]

Your mom sounds insufferable and I'm sorry you have to live with her and shoulder the entire financial burden and household management. Whenever I see a post abt your mom on my timeline I'm like 'damn it sounds like she's the mom and her mom is the daughter this is some crazy role reversal shit' and I feel annoyed on your behalf. I'm sorry your mom is too self-absorbed to seek help for whatever prevents her from being a functional parent or at least not a willful burden on her daughter. You're taking care of her as if she's elderly or severely sick when you're only 26 and she doesn't even seem grateful >_> like she doesn't even see problem with it as if she's just entitled to it and doesn't seem to care that by not pulling her own weight she's preventing you from saving up to move out and start your own life. I hope you can eventually get out of there and big props to you for not going completely insane

It's so conflicting for me because I REALIZE my mom has been through a lot and it's only fairly recently within the last few years I actually started "growing up" but so many of these problems are systemic or behavioral and like

Ok. So you could even completely remove all of me and my moms arguments over chores and housework and all that, and she still does still like "oh the garage door is operating a little wonky and I tried to contact the management several times but they never responded so I JUST STOPPED PAYING RENT ON IT FOR MONTHS" LIKE IS SHE ACTUALLY INSANE???? She's lucky they didn't come and physically change the pin code and lock us out and throw out all our stuff! It's SUPPOSED to be protecting her car from the weather but since we moved about 2 years ago "oh the walk is just so far now" so now its a glorified storage locker while her already rusting 20+ year old car she bought secondhand only a few years ago sits out in the snow and salt and rain. Her hubcaps were cracked and she "didn't like how it looked" so she just. Completely removed them and now her tires are slowly getting weather damaged because "oh its better to have no hubcaps than look ghetto" no it doesn't you stupid cunt this is a 20+ year old car? The wiring for the radio and car chargers doesn't even work anymore??? You're lugerally having to replace your car every like 5 years do you not realize how not fucking normal that is???

Putting the rest under a rm because life is bullshit and I kind of ramble for a long time

One day I'm in my room trying to sleep and I hear her on the phone sounding really upset. She had an old debt on a car from like 10 years ago and its been collecting interest this whole time. It's just like. She doesn't even know about all her fucking debts anymore. And she's dragging me down too. Years ago, literal years ago, I gave her permission to put my name on a cable bill and she completely forgot about it and now i get nonstop robocalls because now i have an unpaid debt on my credit report. I'm nearly ready to give them her name and phone number and say she used my name without my consent

She just. I try to temper myself and see things from her perspective, yeah I can be really lazy, yeah a lot of days I DO just come home and sit in my room and I don't come out, but she would still have a LIST of issues? I only found out about this garage shit yesterday and I said "jesus chrisr how many months behind are we now because of you?" "Several" SHE DOESNT EVEN CARE, her mentality is "oh they aren't coming to fix the door or replying to me so I'm not gonna pay until they do" BITCH THEY COULD ADD INTEREST AND LATE FEES, YOU DONT HAVE A JOB RIGHT NOW?

I'm just constantly crying because I don't. Know what to do? I was toxic codependent with her for so many years because of trauma and she tries to shelter and protect me because horrible child abusive dad etc etc etc, but now I'm an adult and she's still doing a lot of the same issues I've ALWAYS seen? Like I was literally an elementary schooler having adult conversations with her mother my grandma for Years asking "what is wrong with mom"

Like. It's having an extremely negative affect on me that basically my biggest source of support is dismissive and talks over me but also expects me to constantly dish out empathy for her. I'm literally becoming like one of those bratty teenager characters who is mean to their parent 24/7 because, it's just like. Every time I turn around she's making mistakes? She took too many Naproxen and almost made herself extremely sick and then t9ld me I needed medication and was acting hysterical even after a LISCENSED TOXICOLOGIST told her she was lucky Zhe wasn't in excruciating pain and vomiting. She'll burn food because she'll assume how it's cooked because shebhas like a legit8mate mental disorder with reading instructions, like my whole entire life she would literally be assembling furniture without even reading the instructions

She just lives in her own little world "where it's ok if I make a mistake but if anyone else does it's because they're a diversity hire, if im late on payments people should work with me and let me make payment arrangements even if it's literally against their policy and they're cunts if they don't it's not my fault for not paying" like I literally told her to her face "is it some sort of defense mechanism that you literally CANT admit when you're wrong?"

I'm still. I'm still so fucking upset over the pills. She took a ton of pills and kept taking them without really even keeping track of how many she was taking "because I wanted the pain to stop" and even then that pain is because she kept putting off going to the dentist and she literally WORKS IN THE MEDICAL FIELD, SHE SHOULD KNOW HOW THIS SHIT WORKS. And then she yells at me "YOUVE NEVER BEEN IN EXCRUCIATING PAIN BEFORE" and its like YES I LITERALLY HAVE, I HAD TO HAVE SURGERY FOR IT, TWICE

It just makes me feel so small. It makes me feel so silenced. I'll try to talk to her about these issues and if I'm not ext4a special sweet and kissing her ass "you're being a bitch, you can't speak to me like that" and she refuses to actually finish the conversation so we can Work Things Out so we have to have the SAME CONVERSATIONS over and over and over and nothing changes. I know I'm one to talk but she literally has some sort of personality disorder and then she passed so much unhealthy shit on to me????

She's only 58 but slowly declining in health and I worry constantly when this "im too old/tired/I have a headache, you do it" bullshit will escalate and she stops working. Because she doesn't have any savings and I have SO much anger towards her I don't trust myself to be a caregiver for her.

I'm medicating the stress with weed to the point I'm pretty sure it's actually making me hyper aggressive and I'm genuinely ready to go back to being an alcoholic sometimes. I just want to be alone in the dark and not talk to anyone or hear anyone. It's just at the point where I'm constantly mean to her because it's like "oh you made this really small mistake like you forgot something at home and now we have to circle back? I WOULD be ok with that if you didn't make mistakes literally every single day to the point I call you subhuman"

I'm constantly experiencing really harsh stomach issues daily and I'm amazed I'm nkr prematurely graying. Pretty sure my hairline is receding? And I try to talk to her about that because she failed cosmetology school twice and I won't even finish my sentence before she fuckint interrupts me

And I'll say "why is there legitimately never one single day where you aren't interrupting me, like they literally teach us in DBT therapy that you need to be mindful and liaten to someone speaking instead of interrupting with your reply" and she'll just say "but YOU do it all the time"

Like can you understand how like horrifically horrifically violent I want to be when I literally cannot bring up even one issue without her DEFLECTING, IMMEDIATELY???? "Hey mom I think my hairline is receding and I still vividly remember how you would repeatedly tell me to wear my ponytail tighter and higher up because 'wearing it low is like a man' and I think that was really unnecessary" "what, that was a long time ago, you blame me for everything--" "can you at least acknowledge that was a thing you actually said and did and that it upset me" "you're always trying to blame me for--" "can you literally just say ok I'm sorry that happened that would literally be the end of the conversation" "you're always trying to dig up old drama, this is just like when YOU--"

I'll be at work and I'll be too stressed to even focus because sometimes I don't even trust her in our own fucking home. She'll text me "hey is this reptile thermometer supposed to read these numbers" and this will be a conversation we've already had several times in the past and she will turn off the AC or turn the heat up or down amd then go to bed without even waiting for me to reply like she has literally almost given my reptiles heat stroke by turning off the AC and just opening windows

Like you can literally pull up an academic article about shaving doesn't make your hair grow back thicker and this moronic fucking loser will legitimately clap back with "well I had a friend who was a dermatologist and she said--" like. It's Dana's Reality or you're wrong. Only she is right and deserves welfare and handouts and sympathy and exceptions but everyone else is just too lazy or not trying hard enough or her favorite accusation, that I deliberately sabotage myself because I want to wallow in sadness

It's just. It's getting to the point I may have to run away for HER safety instead of my own because when you try to talk and talk and talk and eventually what little talking you do is all nasty words, eventually I just think "God, will she listen if I fucking hit her, is that what it'll take, will that wake her up" but she would just happily throw me in jail just like when she got up in my sisters face when she was 17 and my sister just slapped her one time and my mom had her arrested "as a punishment" and was mad when she paid bail and was released the following day

I just. I'm so lost. I think the only real answer is to leave but I'm not self sufficient enough and I'm definitely not healthy for such a huge dramatic change. Meanwhile my job is getting harder because people keep quitting and I just feel so insanely overwhelmed. It just literally feels like there's no point in me being alive anymore. I keep getting set back or too tired to move forward. Like I had an argument with my mom before my shift instantly went "dude what if you just have this one final shift before you're off the next few days and then just KILL YOURSELF before you have to go back to work" and those thoughts just, occur casually at this point. Mild suicidal ideation?

I dunno. I constantly ask myself if it's even ethical for me to even talk about my own feelings because it could be argued that I'm just stressing and traumatizing people. Like I constantly ask myself, "if I ever did anything to hurt myself, should I post something so people at least know where I went or would that be horrible and manipulative and traumatic and awful of me to do" like. I'm Definitely Normal having Defnitely Normal Thoughts.

I hate even saying all of this but I just. I dunno. I'm a coward. I'm literally so fucked up that sometimes when I laugh the shaking of my body like does something to my brain and i instantly transition into sobbing. I'm just another wage slave leaving a record of my woe behind idk. At least there are SOME people in this world who recognize my pain

#im literally at work and i juat want to cry in the bathroom or run out onto the neighboring highway

[the-firebird69]

Saleen S7 does 240 mph

He's revving it up it's getting up there and he is moving out and our son and daughter say that's pretty fast to get up that fast they haven't seen that in a long time and no ever and it was only about 18 seconds to 2:40 and that is really fast and he is not red lighting he was not pushing it as hard as he could you should pretty good but just like probably how our son would drive it a casual speed up and it's probably not wanted to do it now they do stuff like that quite a lot and it's because he doesn't want to blow the motor and really they know about it and it looks like he's a professional driver and he gets screwed but he went faster than 240 this speedometer goes up to 240 and he had it pinned for a few seconds and we think about 265 and it was still winding up and he has another gear so yeah this is an over 300 car and it doesn't take long in 18 or so second 17 seconds you're going to be away from every cop there is including the helicopter and boy is that thing fast. Except no substitutes okay the image they have up with this is wrong but it's a race car really and we're making them people are very excited and they see that they're fast it's just a standard 350 for the Corvette and it's a Corvette chassis and we're making a kit and it's a bit faster than this this is the full-blown version that saleen made and Corvette has a version that he took off with he did a lot of things and it didn't help him to spread all over and he's getting creamed and his Giants are getting killed down below and other Giants are coming in and pulling out body parts it's very disgusting and that continues okay giant after Giant and it's gross and idiot has a big mouth cuz yeah Dave's Giants are down there somewhere waiting to eat some big hippo and that's what happens and we have Giants too. There's a huge huge crowd gathering and they're in Port Charlotte and they are going after these idiots there the 99% clones of trump and they're taking them down they're sick of their yammer they're blabbing their jackass s*** having to remove devices every day and explain why it's wrong it's going on now we have a lot to post that will be back in a moment

Thor Freya

And this is an analogy some are drawing some are drawing and it's to the star Blazer ships and it's going to be a cool week and we have a whole bunch and we're going to take over a whole bunch and we're going to have a massive massive fleet and we're going to be ready and he's going to back us up Moana have the same idea and he's going to fix the verbage and we are going to watch an amazing thing happen we are going to start winning everywhere

Thor Freya

I have to get ready everybody is is coming up real quick and he's going to be moving them out and we are moving some out too not the largest but we should have and it didn't work out that way and he's saying his is the safest to do and it really is it's not paranoia he needs to get his way and he's the leader and he is paving a bath that works and he got it from listening to all of us and trying to accommodate all of us and he says no I'm accommodating all of us and it's a plan for all of us if we have blood supply somewhere we sniff it out and help people and that's one of the things that he's right. And this he says it's going to point out a bunch of hot spots they need cooling and quilting and more and people are poor and we're going to see it we are thankful he's doing it and it is pushing us to hire people and yeah he's tried a lot of stuff and Thor and Freya have tried a lot of stuff and Hera has tried twice as much as he has and all of a sudden he said this and let it sit and people didn't say much and then he played the song and she said that's ridiculous and she thought it was about Chicago and it's turned out to be Timmy Doyle and that's why the band's name is Chicago

Nuada Arrianna

I don't have to pay you for that what are you talking about you made the band name and you made him popular and famous that's terrible what you're saying no case nut case I'm not doing your stupid band so you can make money he says Garth was doing it and he can get me money and like elicit money he finds or something and yeah maybe for driving him somewhere I'm starting to think about that too you're driving to Miami and give him like 500 bucks cuz he knows he's poor so I think I can try and do that I like what you're saying it's a good idea

Hera

This is how they work together we had a moment of greatness he's still thinking about it and is in hell is life is fleeting sometimes and she knows about it and it's horrified but it's going to change

Thor Freya

Olympus

#Youtube

[hedegaardthomas79]

Dealing With Salvage And Debris Within Your Home Remodeling Project

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#square pipe #square tube #yuantai #yuantai derun

[apttonki]

07 kw king pins

#07 kw king pins license#

If you set them up right and it isn't worn out, I am told they aren't too bad. I am with Frank on the torsion bar setup. When I get ready to build another one, that is exactly the truck I want to get.Ĭheck under the dash for damage from the apparent bullet hole in the side of the cowl (LOL). There are a bunch of KW people on the board and I am sure that just about any of them can tell you where to find just about any part you may need.

#07 kw king pins license#

4.10 while maybe not the most fuel efficient are still high enough to cause you to loose points on your license in some states. Hang with the13 if it is not a OD then you might want to consider doing that. again kitty parts are not cheap never have been never will be. if it has a 3406A then take it to what ever you want, just about. if you ever have to up the kitty I'm assuming that it is a 1674 due to the period you can take it up several notches for about the same total rebuild price as keeping it at 270 but parts are getting farther apart and more and more pricey. Seeing a torsion suspension truck at a show is a novelty hardly never more than just a few, if any. but mostly because almost every one removes it in favor of something else. If you are ditching the Dayton's, we might have to make a deal.Īlthough if it were me I would think 3 or 4 times real hard about tossing the torsion suspension if it is going to be setup as a play thing there are a couple of things you can do to make it ride a bit better I think. Great project,love the cat and 13,are you keeping the spokes or going to buds Welcome to the forums! Great looking project there, that's the one truck that I have always wanted to get my hands on. Pics are what I bought it off of ebay with in a leap of faith! I just happen to live 1/2 mile away from erickson truck parts if any of you have ever bought parts there. Its got the KW torsion rear suspension which is going bye bye. Runs good but at the moment she dont move due to air leaks ect. Sitting for 3 years got to it more then anything. Anyway, she's a 74' 900A, 270 cat, 13 speed with 4:10's in the rear, 27x,000 miles and the way it looks they are orginal miles. Well Here goes- Bought this in late august off ebay- gonna use her on the farm after I restore it, hope to find a 40' grain trailer and a low boy to haul my pulling tractors and antique tractors around. Be automann assured.Welcome FrankSurber - Control Panel - 1 New | Logout | Search | New Posts Don't take a chance with your truck parts. Automann Assured Value represents our dedication to providing the best possible price points for our customers. Automann Assured Service reflects our commitment to a simple, streamlined ordering process, including superb catalogs, rapid turnaround time, and professional, knowledgeable customer service. Our ISO9001:2015 CERTIFIED operations, combined with advanced in house engineering expertise, translate to a quality product offering. We call it "Automann Assured."Īutomann Assured Quality drives our corporate culture. The Automann brand on your part means you will benefit from the highest levels of quality, service and value, every day. Automann is committed to the long term success of its distributors and continues to invest in expanding its product offering and improving its services. The company’s sales force is also strategically located in the markets we serve, to support our distributors.įormed in 1994 Automann has evolved into a leader in the heavy duty aftermarket. Also serving the Canadian market is Automann Heavy Duty Canada with two strategic locations in Brampton Canada and Edmonton Alberta. To effectively service our customers with faster transit times, we operate four strategically located USA distribution centers in Monroe Township New Jersey, Ontario California, New Lennox, Illinois and Arlington Texas. Automann services regional warehouse distributors and repair shops with more than 25,000 products, ranging from air brake & wheel components to steering products - and just about everything in between.Īutomann is headquartered in Monroe Township, NJ. Welcome to Automann, a premier global distributor of aftermarket truck and trailer chassis components. About Us: The Ultimate Source for Quality Truck Parts.

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[reynangrosas]

A little photoshoot to get myself distracted from work-related stress 😬

Still contemplating about what's the right thing to do. I really hate being in the Human Resources field 😓

*Edited in 2023

It's been a year since I had gone through this dillema. I've been planning to spill the story but I can't find time to do so. This photo session with some of my co-workers served as a much needed get-away to my stress. As the Human Resource Personnel of our Clinic, and as far as I knew myself, I really can't stand injustice. The dillema I needed to face during this time last year was about our employer wanting to dismiss an employee from his post.

That employee's status is only contractual and not too long ago, he just renewed his contract. I'm not gonna narrate the long series of events that happened ( because the story is so long and it will involve other personnel). Well, they are claiming to have valid grounds for terminating him and they said that it was also consulted legally. They don't want the employee to know that he's gonna be terminated until such time that the memo will be served. They informed me about their plan and they also said that the memo will take effect immediately. I've been so restless since then because they were planning to do it after a week. Even they are claiming that it is lawful and valid, I believe that the right process should be discuss the problem first with that employee and try to resolve the matter. If things didn't work out, they can wait for the 2-month contract to expire and then inform him that he will not be subjected for another contract. Imagine being with that clueless employee every day knowing what's gonna happen to him soon? The burden is so unbearable for me. Before the week ends, they hire an employee which will replace him. So what do you think happened as a new employee reported for work? The employee for the current post asked me what's happening and why is there a new employee? Of course he will ask me as I am the HR. I can't lie to him so I told him the truth that the new employee reporting for duty is his replacement.

What happened next for the rest of the day is a mess— as you could imagine. Mutiple confrontation between the Management and that employee and there are aggressive acts which have been exchanged. I kinda expected to be pin-pointed as the villain who's responsible for all the mess. They said that if only I didn't told that employee beforehand, those things won't happened.

Let's cut the story — the employee choose to file a resignation letter before the week ends. He said that he wanted a graceful exit in the company knowing that he did nothing wrong. After those messy incidents, he calmed down and we talked about the situation in a mature manner. Although the Management takes what I did in a negative way, that employee thanked me for informing him beforehand. He said that it will be much harder for him to accept if he will continue work innocently, thinking everything is fine but suddenly terminated on that exact day they planned. For me, my insides felt great— the burden has been lifted at last. I can bear the Management's hate towards what I did. My thinking after everything happened is that if they want to dismiss me, do it. But as you see I am updating this post after a year which means they didn't removed me, hahahaha.

[twstgameplay]

Previous Events Masterlist

Find here a list of events that we have covered on both the JP and EN servers.

[JP EVENTS]

NRC Masterchef －Bliss of Meat－ (12-Feb 2021 to 25-Feb 2021)

3rd NRC Unified Exams (1-Mar to 8-Mar)

1st Anniversary (8-Mar to 22-Mar)

Vargas Camp ーSpring Happeningー [Part 2] (25-Mar to 12-Apr)

NRC Dormitory Joint Training Camp (12-Apr to 20 Apr)

RERUN Happy Beans Day ～ Capture the Golden Harp! ～ (20-Apr to 5-May)

Happy Beans Day ～Lyre-less Brawl～ [Part 2] (10-May to 31-May)

NRC Masterchef ーHomeland of Spiceー (31-May to 16-Jun)

4th NRC Unified Exams (16-Jun to 24-Jun)

RERUN Ghost Marriage ～Proposal of Destiny～ (24-Jun to 12-Jul)

Scalding Sands Fireworks Festival (12-Jul to 4-Aug)

Pomefiore Training Camp (4-Aug to 16-Aug)

NRC Masterchef ーBeans and Lifeー (16-Aug to 31-Aug)

RERUN Scary Monsters! ～Screaming Halloween Show～ (22-Sep to 18-Oct)

5th NRC Unified Exams (18-Oct to 27-Oct)

Scary Monsters! ーEndless Halloween Nightー (31-Oct to 6-Dec)

Winter Holiday Campaign (06-Dec to 17-Dec)

NRC Dormitory Joint Training Camp (13-Dec to 24-Dec)

Sam’s New Year Sale 2022 (31-Dec 2021 to 11-Jan 2022)

NRC Masterchef ーLure of the Fishー (11-Jan to 24-Jan)

Harveston Sled Race (31-Jan to 22-Feb)

6th NRC Unified Exams (22-Feb to 3-Mar)

2nd Anniversary (09-Mar to 24-Mar)

NRC Masterchef ーEssence of Eggsー (04-Apr to 18-Apr)

Spring Campaign (15-Apr to 28-Apr)

RERUN Fairy Gala ～A Festival for the Fairies Calling for Spring～ (28-Apr to 13-May)

NRC Dormitory Joint Training Camp (20-May to 30-May)

Fairy Gala IF～A Festival of Illusions with the Fairies～ (30-May to 17-Jun)

RERUN Wish Upon a Star ～Dances and Wishes～ (17-Jun to 30-Jun)

Welcome to Tsumsted Wonderland! (20-Jul to 22-Jul)

RERUN Vargas Camp! ―Spring Happening― (01-Aug to 15-Aug)

7th NRC Unified Exams (15-Aug to 26-Aug)

Port Fest ～Breezy Brass Beat～ (26-Aug to 12-Sep)

NRC Masterchef ーTo Potatoes and Beyondー (12-Sep to 22-Sep)

Vargas Camp! ーHappening Returnsー (22-Sep to 11-Oct)

RERUN Scary Monsters! ーEndless Halloween Nightー (11-Oct to 24-Oct)

Glorious Masquerade ～The Crimson Lotus Flower and the Bell of Salvation～ (24-Oct to 1-Dec)

NRC Dormitory Joint Training Camp (1-Dec to 12-Dec)

Winter Holiday Campaign (12-Dec to 31-Dec)

Sam’s New Year Sale 2023 (31-Dec 2022 to 17-Jan 2023)

8th NRC Unified Exams (17-Jan to 27-Jan)

NRC Masterchef ーOodles of Noodlesー (27-Jan to 7-Feb)

Sunset Savana Tamashina-Mina (7-Feb to 27-Feb)

3rd Anniversary (10-Mar to 24-Mar)

9th NRC Unified Exams (24-Mar to 4-Apr)

Welcome to Tsumsted Wonderland Part 2 (4-Apr to 27-Apr)

NRC Dormitory Joint Training Camp (27-Apr to 8-May)

NRC Masterchef ーPepper Pandemoniumー (8-May to 19-May)

RERUN Scalding Sands Fireworks Festival (02-Jun to 19-Jun)

Diasomnia Training Camp (29-Jun to 12-Jul)

Queendom of Roses’ White Rabbit Festival (12-Jul to 31-Jul)

10th NRC Unified Exams (31-Jul to 10-Aug)

Lost in the Book with Stitch ～The Midsummer Sea and Spaceship～ (18-Aug to 08-Sep)

NRC Master Chef: Torrential Milk (16-Sep to 28-Sep)

RERUN Glorious Masquerade ～The Crimson Lotus Flower and the Bell of Salvation～ (28-Sep to 13-Oct)

Disney100 Platinum Campaign (13-Oct to 20-Oct)

Stage in Playful Land ～Prancing Puppets and the Phantasmagoric Park～  (24-Oct to 22-Nov)

NRC Dormitory Joint Training Camp (22-Nov to 01-Dec)

11th NRC Unified Exams (01-Dec to 11-Dec)

Winter Holiday Campaign (11-Dec to 31-Dec)

RERUN Harveston Sled Race (15-Dec to 31-Dec)

Sam's New Year Sale 2024 (31-Dec-2023 to 17-Jan-2024)

NRC Master Chef: Sweets Revolution (23-Jan to 04-Feb)

RERUN Happy Beans Day: Lyre-less Brawl (05-Feb to 19-Feb)

NRC Magical Assault Practice with Crowley (19-Feb to 01-Mar)

NRC Dormitory Joint Training Camp (01-Mar to 11-Mar)

4th Anniversary (11-Mar to 24-Mar)

12th NRC Unified Exams (25-Mar to 05-Apr)

Shaftland’s Tapis Rouge (05-Apr to 26-Apr)

NRC Master Chef: Rice to Meet You (26-Apr to 10-May)

Welcome to Tsumsted Wonderland Part 3! (20-May to 17-Jun)

[EN EVENTS]

The Culinary Crucible: Raising the Steaks (10-Mar to 21-Mar 2022)

Beanfest: Survival of the Beanest (22-Mar to 04-Apr)

Beanfest: Bean or Be Beaned (18-Apr to 01-May)

The Culinary Crucible: The Spice of Life (06-May to 15-May)

1st NRC Joint Exams (25-May to 31-May)

Fairy Gala: Operation Steal the Show (1-Jun to 16-Jun)

The Phantom Bride: Love at First Fright (08-Jul to 21-Jul)

Training Camp: Pomefiore (27-Jul to 2-Aug)

Wish Upon a Star (3-Aug to 18-Aug)

2nd NRC Joint Exams (22-Aug to 28-Aug)

The Culinary Crucible: The Beaning of Life (29-Aug to 5-Sep)

Camp Vargas: Exercise in Survival (06-Sep to 18-Sep)

A Twisted Halloween: Terror Is Trending (19-Sep to 23-Oct)

A Twisted Halloween II: Spectral Soiree (31-Oct to 26-Nov)

A Firelit Sky Over the Sands (05-Dec to 20-Dec)

The Culinary Crucible: Carp-e Diem (21-Dec to 31-Dec 2022)

Sam’s New Year Sale 2022 (1- Jan 2023 to 10-Jan)

1st Anniversary (11-Jan to 22-Jan)

ENCORE Beanfest: Bean or Be Beaned (1-Feb to 12-Feb)

4th NRC Joint Exams (13-Feb to 19-Feb)

Multi-Dorm Training Camp (3-Mar to 9-Mar)

Welcome to Twisted Tsumderland (10-Mar to 26-Mar)

Training Camp: Ignihyde (30-Mar to 05-Apr)

The Harveston Sledathon (05-Apr to 19-Apr)

ENCORE Fairy Gala: Operation Steal the Show (20-Apr to 30-Apr)

Fairy Gala: Operation Illusive Evolution (1-May to 16-May)

ENCORE Camp Vargas: Exercise in Survival (17-May to 25-May)

Training Camp: Octavinelle (26-May to 01-Jun)

5th NRC Joint Exams (02-Jun to 08-Jun)

ENCORE The Phantom Bride: Love at First Fright (12-Jun to 20-Jun)

Camp Vargas 2: The Art of Survival (21-Jun to 03-Jul)

ENCORE Wish Upon a Star (04-Jul to 14-Jul)

Multi-Dorm Training Camp (15-Jul to 20-Jul)

The Culinary Crucible: In Pursuit of Eggcellence (21-Jul to 30-Jul)

Port Fest: A Striking Performance (31-Jul to 14-Aug)

ENCORE A Twisted Halloween: Spectral Soiree (15-Aug to 28-Aug)

Multi-Dorm Training Camp (28-Aug to 04-Sep)

ENCORE A Firelit Sky over the Sands (05-Sep to 16-Sep)

The Culinary Crucible: A Starch Difference (18-Sep to 28-Sep)

6th NRC Joint Exams (29-Sep to 04-Oct)

Glorious Masquerade: Let the Bell of Solace Ring (09-Oct to 06-Nov)

Multi-Dorm Training Camp (07-Nov to 12-Nov)

7th NRC Joint Exams (13-Nov to 19-Nov)

The Culinary Crucible: Noodling Around (01-Dec to 11-Dec)

Winter Break Celebration (13-Dec to 30-Dec 2023)

Sam's New Year Sale 2024 (01-Jan 2024 to 17-Jan)

2nd Anniversary (20-Jan to 04-Feb)

8th NRC Joint Exams (05-Feb to 11-Feb)

The Culinary Crucible: Pepper Pandemonium (12-Feb to 21-Feb)

Training Camp: Diasomnia (22-Feb to 28-Feb)

Twisted Tsumderland 2 (04-Mar to 24-Mar)

White Rabbit Fest (15-Apr to 30-Apr)

9th NRC Unified Exams (01-May to 07-May)

The Culinary Crucible: Cream of the Crop (24-May to 05-Jun)

Multi-Dorm Training Camp (06-Jun to 13-Jun)

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst gameplay #mod zuzu #mod jeido #mod furoido #removing from our pinned post because it's getting too long...

[toadstoolgardens]

How to Use Dye Plants

Humans have been coloring fabric, fibers, and wool for thousands of years and we can use many of the same plants they used to dye today. Using these leaves, flowers, and roots carries on cultural traditions, deepens our connection to nature, and encourages experimentation and creativity.

Dye plants come in all types. Sometimes you'll use the entire plant, sometimes just a part of it, sometimes you'll compound dyes or overdye to create the color you're wanting. You can dye with kitchen scraps, local plants you can forage for free, or dye plants you purchase. Just be sure you don't use any toxic plants and always research before tossing plants into your dye pot!

Basic Dyeing Process:

Two main ingredients are needed to start dyeing: your fabric/fibers and the plants you're using to color them.

Your dyeing results will differ if you're working with cellulose fibers like cotton, linen, or hemp or if you're working with protein fibers like silk or wool. Your process will also differ depending on what colors you're wanting to create so research specifics for the plants you intend to use. You may also want to mordant your fibers to get deep and long-lasting color.

Mordanting: treating the fiber with a substance to make the dyes last.

Some plants are direct dyes and don't need any mordants to attach to the fiber: indigo (best on cellulose fibers) or walnut, cutch, safflower (best on protein fibers) are a few direct dye plants.

Metal mordants like aluminum, iron, copper, tin, or alum create a chemical bond between the fiber and the dye. This fixes the color so it'll stay put through washing, sun exposure, and wear. Metal mordants can also subtly or dramatically change the end result color which is great for experimenting or more precise color needs. I'm not experienced in metal mordants (yet!) but there's tons of guides online if this sounds like the right treatment for your needs!

Soy milk isn't really a mordant but a binder. It enhances color uptake and makes cellulose fibers act more like protein fibers, but doesn't form any chemical bond between the fiber and dye. If you pretreat your fibers with soy milk and wash them gently you can still have lovely colors for years. This is my favorite method because it's easy and cheap!

If you dye protein fibers you can also choose to skip pretreating. Wool and silk take up dyes pretty well without mordants, they just won't be the longest lasting colors. It works plenty well if you're dyeing for fun or don't mind to overdye your fibers if the color fades too much.

*Don't get too caught up in mordanting and finding the perfect recipe if you're new to this. Half the fun of botanical dyeing is experimentation, creativity, and not knowing exactly what colors you'll end up with!*

Preparing Dye Plants and Dyeing

The specifics on prepping and dyeing will depend on what you're using, but you can generally use fresh or dried plants as long as they're in good condition.

You'll create your dye bath by either simmering the plant material, infusing it in hot water like tea, or soaking it in water for a period of time.

The exact amounts vary but a good rule of thumb is equal weights of your dye plants and your fibers to get a good color. More dye plants = richer colors and less = lighter colors. The dye potential in a plant will also vary from year to year and even season to season. This all just means that whatever you dye will truly be one of a kind.

Once your dye bath is prepared you'll add your fibers to it. Most plants use a hot dyeing method where you simmer the fibers in the dye bath for around an hour or until you're happy with the material's color. Remove it from the dye bath, rinse it, and dry it!

Some natural dye plants to try: eucalyptus, ivy, onion, avocado, elderberries, calendula, madder, coffee grounds. I also have this post listing dye plants and the colors they create if you want to check that out!

Drying wool, silk, and hemp fabrics dyed with madder root (dark pink), avocado skins (soft pink), and red onion skins (green).

Sources: 1, 2

#plant dye #natural dye #dye plants #self sufficiency #cottagecore #solarpunk #gardening #diy #self sufficient #sustainable craft

[opalesense]

you asked for it

kaeya & f!reader [NSFW]

4.2k words • ~30 min. read

summary: after a frustrating and touch starved week, kaeya catches you playing with yourself despite promising you wouldn’t while he was gone. needless to say, he is not happy.

warnings: sadist kaeya, lots of degradation, choking, bondage, spanking, belt whipping, facefucking

notes: i’m so embarrassed to post this because i’ve never written a full nsfw thing before hahahhddhdhd anyway i’m going to hell... also if you can spot canon voice lines i’ll give you a smooch

"I’M HOME, PRINCESS!"

 Kaeya's alluring voice marked his distant presence outside the bedroom door. The sound of the front door closing behind him made me jump and snapped me out of my daydreaming state.  I could hear him taking off his shoes and putting his bags down on the dining table, the sounds of his coat shuffling off his body and onto the coat rack making my thoughts race even faster.

 He's home already?  I thought he was coming home tomorrow!

 "Our new recruits did so well in training that Jean let me off a day early.  They don't need anything else from me for now," he said, as if he were reading the questions that bubbled in my head.  "Can you believe it?  I hardly ever get a break.  I guess today is truly my lucky day."

 Panic began to bubble in my stomach now as I heard his footsteps quickly advancing towards me, giving me no time to cover up the sticky situation I put myself in.

 Literally, a sticky situation.

 I had been spending the last half hour curing my loneliness in bed, using my hands to replace the pleasure I was missing so badly from Kaeya.  His sudden return home made me curse under my breath. I was so close to a release too.

 I quickly pulled my fingers away and sprung up from the bed, rushing to the dresser to find some clothes to throw on.  But as soon as I pulled the nearest shirt over my head, the bedroom door creaked open, revealing the handsome figure standing and immediately pinning his eyes at me.

 "Hi, Kaeya!" I turned and took a few steps towards him, immediately wrapping my arms around his torso and burying my head in his chest.  He smelled like sweat and hard work.  "Welcome home, sweetheart!"

 "[Y/N]," Kaeya placed cold hands on my lower back to return the hug and gave me a sweet smile, "what were you doing just now, cutie?"

 "I was just about to take a bath," I quickly lied and cupped his face with my dry hand to give him a peck on the cheek.  "Care to join me?"

 His expression suddenly changed from gentle and loving to unimpressed.  He could see through my lie – I could tell.  He was always so good at spotting my lies. His blank eyes pierced through mine, sending a shiver down my spine.  Or maybe that was his hands slowly freezing up my skin with his vision, the annoyance easily seeping through his sharp stare.

 "Are you sure, princess?" he reached to grab my other hand and lifted it up to his face, licking my wet fingers without breaking eye contact. He let out a deep growl at the taste, his eyes turning more dangerous by the second.  Any hopes of me escaping this lie were completely gone now.  "It doesn't seem like you were... 'just about to take a bath.'"

 "Kaeya..." my body quivered at his strong grip on my hand, "Listen, I’m so sorry, I was just so lonely without you–"

 His face inched closer to mine as he slowly walked both of us to the edge of the bed.  "You couldn't wait for a week?" his sharp voice tickled my ears, "I specifically told you to wait for me, didn't I?  You even promised me you would."

 "Y-yes, I did promise," we stood at the foot of the bed, my naked hips desperately pressed into his.  "I’m so sorry–"

 "Yeah, you’re 'so sorry,'" he mocked me and rolled his eyes with a smirk.  "You better be sorry, sweetheart.  I missed you too, but at least I kept up my end of the promise and didn't touch myself while I was gone, unlike some slut I know," he hissed.

 Suddenly, he wrapped his other hand around my neck and began applying pressure, pinning me down into the mattress.  His clothed knee spread my legs open and pressed against my sensitive clit, driving more shivers up my spine and triggering a moan from my throat that only came out as a weak whimper.  His face leaned down to mine to give me slow, gentle kisses.  "My slut," he whispered between kisses, squeezing my throat harder, "I can’t believe I’m in love with a stupid disobedient bitch."

 The insults only made my core light up with satisfaction.  I closed my eyes and relaxed into his touch, forgetting about all the consequences I knew he would lay out for me in a few moments.  I could tell he missed me just as much as I missed him with how gentle and loving his kisses were in contrast to his hand suffocating me.  We kissed as if this was our last time ever seeing each other, as if the world was going to end in one minute.  My heart thumped with excitement as the realization that he was finally back home began to settle in.

 He released my poor throat and instead ran his fingers through my hair, massaging my scalp and deepening the kiss.  His lips began moving with a purpose, groans escaping and movements getting more and more desperate.  "[Y/N]," he muttered into my own lips, "I missed you so much, princess. You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted this."

 He slowly separated his face from mine and nuzzled his head into my neck, biting and suckling my already bruised skin from all the other love marks he had given me last week as a memento before he left.  "I’m not going easy on you after this, sweetheart. Savor my mercy while it lasts."

 I grew restless after a few minutes of him licking and nibbling at my neck and started to grind my hips on his knee, wanting some kind of advancement in this hazy evening.  He took notice of this and paused his kisses, lifting his eyes to meet mine.  I pleaded for more action with a pout, to which he replied by removing his knee and instead tucking his thighs below mine with my legs pinned at his sides.  I let out a shaky exhale at the realization that his bulge was mere inches away from my holes.

 "What's the hurry, princess?" he leaned down to run his hands up my sides, dragging my loosely fitted shirt along with him.  "Is there something you're waiting for?"

 He pulled the shirt up enough to expose my anticipating breasts, perked with excitement at his chilled fingers.  I gasped at the bite of the cold air he was manifesting.  "Kaeya, please..."

 “Please what?" he traced a finger on the underside of my breasts and planted more kisses across my collarbone, "Use your words, baby.”

 "Stop teasing me, please," I begged with shame, "You know I want you...  I need you inside of me..."

 He hummed as if he were processing my answer.  Instead of using his own words, he responded by completely pulling the shirt off of me and twisting it into a long strip.  He grabbed both of my hands and pinned them above my head, purposefully pressing his bulge against my aching hole.  He hesitated to look down at me, his eyes becoming consumed with pure lust.

 "Final warning, [Y/N].  Do you want to do this now?" Any remaining gentleness seemed to slowly spill out of his voice as he made it apparent he was asking for my consent.  My core lit up once more knowing we were just getting started.

 I trembled with a mixture of excitement and fear, not knowing what he had under his sleeve tonight after the touch deprived days that broke our usually consistent sex streak.  We were two lovers in desperate need of pleasure.  "I need to be fucked senseless," my voice shakily begged, "I need to be covered in your cum by sunrise, sir."

 He raised his eyebrows at the vulgar language that spewed out of my mouth, knowing how uncharacteristic it was for me to beg before we've begun.  Judging by the evil smirk that formed on his face, those two simple sentences were enough to send him over the edge and into complete darkness.  An evil chuckle escaped his lips. The glint in his eyes that was once loving and sweet became borderline malicious within seconds.

 "Safeword?" he breathily muttered with a grin.

 "Diluc," I sarcastically sneered at him, knowing how much he hated when I used his brother's name as a safeword, even if it was just a joke.  His hand quickly struck me across the face, catching me by surprise.  The sting made my eyes swell with small tears.

 "Fucking brat, always messing around with me," he chuckled.  "But you know, I could always arrange something for the three of us–"

 "Kaeya!" I interrupted him and he laughed at my flustered face.  We had been joking about a threesome for quite some time now.  At least... I was joking about it. Maybe he seriously meant it.

 He guided his hands to make me sit up then pinned my arms behind my back. "It’s just a suggestion," he grinned at the thought while tying my wrists together with my own shirt.  "Oh, to see my little princess squirm with both her holes pounded crying with pleasure and pain...  That would be quite the sight indeed, don't you think?"

 “Please shut up,” I giggled, bucking my hips into his for an ounce of stimulation.  He tightened the fabric around my wrists and tugged at it a few times to make sure it stayed in place.  He gently laid me down again, enjoying the sight of my naked body fully exposed to him.

 "Now for the fun part," he smiled.

 He sat up to take his own shirt off and set it aside.  My eyes widened at the sight of his toned torso, my mouth practically drooling as my gaze traced his muscular abdomen.  His delectable skin glistened in the light of the fading sunset and I couldn't help but stare at his beautiful body.  To my dismay, my staring was interrupted by his shirt being placed over my eyes as he blindfolded me, pausing the fantasies in my head that came with that delicious sight.

 I felt Kaeya’s hands turn my vulnerable body so my chest pressed against the bed, my back arching to greet his face with my holes.  He snickered at the sight of me being drenched as a result of him teasing me for the past ten or so minutes with kisses and cold fingers.  All I could feel was his chilled breath tormenting my wetness and a hand caressing my inner thigh.  "Seems like you're so eager to be touched despite ruining yourself with your own fingers.”

 "Y-yes," I whimpered as one finger outlined my entrance, making me gasp.  "More..."

 He suddenly slapped my ass with his other hand, earning a yelp from my throat.  "I’ll think about it after I punish you, cunt.  Don't think I have forgotten about that."

 He got off the bed to stand up and pulled my body closer to the edge of the mattress.  "Now, count to fifty."

 I hesitated.  "Fifty? What do you mean–"

   "Do I seriously need to repeat myself for your dumb whore brain?" he responded slowly and sternly as if he were spelling it out for me.  "Count to fifty now before I leave you here and drink at the tavern tonight instead. You wouldn’t want to waste an opportunity to get fucked stupid by my fat cock tonight, would you?"

   I paused again thinking about why he'd want me to count in this situation before shyly starting.  "One–"

 SLAP!

 "Fuck!" I instinctively buried my face into the sheets as his hand stung my ass.  That hurt way more than it should.  That's why he wants me to count?

 "If I hear anything out of that mouth other than numbers I will not hesitate to leave you here.  No cursing, no gasping, no moaning.  Do you understand?  Now pull yourself together and count.  Start from one again."

 I quivered at the thought of him leaving me here after already being separated for a week.  I suppose the pain I’ll soon endure is my punishment, after all. So with no hesitation, I obeyed what he told me to do.

 "One..."

 SLAP!

 “T-two...!"

 SLAP!

 It hurt so bad and it had barely begun.  “Three..."

 SLAP!

 “Pick up the pace, my little painslut.  You can handle it."

 "Four..."

 SLAP!

 “Five..."

 SLAP!

 "You're doing so well, princess."

 Soon enough, we were nearing the end.  I truly underestimated Kaeya's strength with each smack.  Sometimes I forget that he's a Knight of Favonius, that he has a vision, and that he trains nearly every day to maintain his strength.  His blows were hellish now in comparison to the first few counts, which were extremely gentle in hindsight.  And he never hesitated with each slap, as if he wanted to do this to me for a long time.

 “Forty eight..."  I was a teary eyed mess at this point, trembling at the pain that stung like a million needles.

 SLAP!

 “Forty nine..." I whimpered, thinking about how i got myself into this situation, never being punished by him like this before.

 SLAP!

 “F-Fifty!"

SLAP!

 I sobbed at the aching pain while he simply chuckled.  He sat next to me and sighed contently.  "How do you feel, princess?"

 "P-please stop...  no more..." I muttered incoherently as the pain didn't seem to fizz away.

 "You have a safeword you know.  But it would be a shame to stop now when we’ve only just begun," he caressed my bruised skin with care, making me flinch instinctively.   I gulped.

 No.  I'm not going to stop here.

 "Tell me how you feel, my love.  Don't be shy."

 I paused, struggling to come up with the right words when all my brain could focus on was the excruciating soreness.  "I-it hurts s-so much..."

 "I know, baby.  But that's what you get for disobeying me.  You’ve learned your lesson, I hope?"

 "Yes, I-I've learned my lesson, sir," I breathily cried, "I w-won't ever do it again..."

 Suddenly I felt his thumb caress my wetness, eliciting a gasp from my throat.  "Oh?  But it seems like you actually really enjoyed that," he played with my aching folds as I stifled my moans, not sure if I was allowed to make noise.  "Well, princess...  that's not what a punishment is for, don't you think?"

 He pulled away his hand as he stood up which made me whine at the loss of touch.  I heard him undo his belt, but once it was off, I didn't hear him unzip his pants like I had hoped for.  Instead, I felt a leather strip gently trail down my thigh.

 "Your skin isn't that pretty shade of purple I was hoping for either.  In fact, if I had to take a guess, I would say it's red from pleasure instead of pain."

 "Wait, Kaeya!  No, please, it really does hurt...!" I weakly muttered as the realization settled in when he gently tapped my skin with the looped leather.

 "I don't think you realize how long I've waited for a moment like this, baby," his gravely whisper struck a genuine fear into my stomach, "A moment when you'd slip up so I'd have an excuse to make you quiver in pain.  You've been such a good girl for so long that I've never had a moment where I can make you beg for my forgiveness.  Which, as a matter of fact, there hasn't been a single moment so far where you've begged.  I assume you haven't actually learned your lesson yet."

 He brought his hand up to prepare for a blow.  "I'm going to brand you.  I'm going to make your skin raw until I feel tired.  And I can last all night and all day, baby.  You know that."

 He whipped the belt down to meet my thigh, creating a new kind of pain that made me cry out in desperation.  This was a new side of Kaeya that I have never seen before.  A new darkness had consumed him so suddenly that I sat on the fence of being terrified and being turned on at the same time.

 And this was still only the beginning.

 "Convince me to forgive you or bleed.  Your choice."

 He immediately whipped me at a quick, consistent rhythm, paying more attention to my thighs in addition to my already bruised ass.  At times the belt would land on my holes, which made me twitch with excitement and agony at the same time. This isn’t like him. Why is he doing this to me?

 "K-Kaeya, please stop!" I moaned out after a few hits, "P-please stop, I'm begging you!"

 “Try again, slut."

 More hits landed with sharp hisses sizzling off of my skin.  "K-Kaeya, I'm so sorry!  P-please forgive me–"

 “I don't even know what you're apologizing for," he interrupted with that damned teasing tone of his, "Could you remind me again?"

 The blows got stronger, more urgent and unforgiving, hitting any inch of exposed skin even if it was already raw.  "I-I'm so sorry for disobeying you...  I'm sorry for t-touching myself without your permission...!  P-please stop, I just want you inside of me–"

 He paused the hits to emphasize his words, which were muttered through gritted teeth. "I don't give a single fuck about what you want, whore. You’re just a toy for my amusement and somehow you still managed to fuck up."

 He quickly resumed the stings. "I'll be a g-good girl from now on!  P-please...  Please just forgive me!  K-Kaeya!" my voice slowly raised in volume in cries for the pain to stop.

 "Dumb whore.  It’s funny that you think I believe you."

 “Y-yes, I’m a dumb whore!" I scrambled for words and just copied his. There was no use in begging anymore. A part of me hoped I would be beat to unconsciousness under him just to relieve myself of this pain momentarily.

 He let out a groan and a low maniacal laughter, "Seeing your veins under my belt makes my cock twitch, princess.  I'm not sure if I want to stop, even if you kept asking me to."

 I couldn't take it anymore.  The pain hurt so bad but as fucked up as it was, I was still so unbelievably aroused by him.  The thought of him getting so aroused by me pulled out some kind of satisfaction within, despite the borderline torture I was experiencing. Maybe he was so comfortable with hitting me because he saw my body as just another criminal to interrogate and punish. Maybe he was releasing pent up frustration on me. Why is all of this so arousing?

 I felt my core light up as my thighs squeezed together.  For a moment, I forgot about the pain and a wave of pleasure washed over my body, sending twitches through the nerves in my legs. "K-Kaeya, actually p-please stop, I think I'm gonna c-cum...!"

 He disappointedly cursed under his breath and let me feel one last blow for good measure before letting go of his grip on the belt and tossing it onto the bed.  “Fine. That’s enough for now.”

 He climbed over my curled up body so his bulge pressed against my tied hands near my tailbone, my head trapped between his hands on the mattress.  He stayed hovering over me, slowly panting.

 "I don't have enough words to describe how much you're turning me on right now," Kaeya began to slowly whisper.  I could feel how hard he was by how he nestled himself into my tied hands.  "Your body shaking under mine, shaking in pain and pleasure...  And to think you were going to cum by my belt alone...  You really are a slut, [Y/N]."

 "K-Kaeya, I'm your slut...  and I need your cock in me now," I weakly interrupted him, "I n-need to be fucked...  right now, please, I'm begging you..."

 He stayed there for a moment, taking in the sight of my helplessness before standing up at the edge of the bed again.  He guided my shaking torso up to finally flip me on my back, pulling me closer so my head hung over the edge.  My lower half felt so relieved to finally make contact with the soft sheets, which were slightly damp from sweat and possibly my own wetness. I felt him wrap the belt around my neck, letting the loop gently tighten around my throat as he tugged.  I couldn't help but be reminded that he could kill me here if he really wanted to.  I was completely surrendered to him.

 I heard him finally take off his pants with the other leg, the scent of his sweaty skin tickling my nose.  I have never longed to get this stupid blindfold off and lay my eyes on his figure already. It had been so long since we’ve seen each other and now that he’s here I couldn’t even fully appreciate the sight of him. Nevertheless, I felt the shadow of his cock drape over my face and let out an exhale before he tugged the belt to catch my attention.

 “Don't make me tell you what to do."

 I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out eagerly which earned a chuckle from him.  He slowly pressed the tip of his cock into my awaiting throat, groaning loudly in the process.  he was surprisingly gentle about making sure I wouldn't choke immediately.  "F-fuck yes, [Y/N]...  taking all of it in like a good slut..."

 As soon as his long member hit the back of my throat, he tugged the belt tightly and groaned deeper.  My throat spasmed at the suffocating sensation which he responded to by pulling tighter.  I tried my best to relax.  "Behave," he reminded me.

 He began fucking my throat with no mercy, gradually quickening his pace but never pulling out or pausing to let me catch my breath.  He had trained my throat over the past few months for this, but the belt added a whole other level of difficulty and torment.  The muscles of my throat tightening around him more than usual made him breathlessly curse and praise me.  "Such a good slut...  My whore is doing so well taking my big cock...”

 He eventually let go of the belt to place both of his hands on either side of my face and fuck my mouth senselessly, ignoring my sputtering and cries for help at the suffocation.  It felt like I was drowning, but all I could think about was how good it felt to pleasure him, to hear his grunts and sighs of relief. His praises were consistent, a stark contrast to the way he degraded and pummeled me into the ground like a prisoner. Before I nearly passed out at the cut off oxygen, all his pent up frustration over the past week suddenly flooded my throat as his warm fluid was dumped into my mouth, deep groans and heavy breaths filling up the room.  His breath stuttered as I swallowed each pump of cum he fed me with hazy eyes, somehow enjoying this moment despite suffocating as he used his thumb to caress my face.  Kaeya placed a hand on the bed and pulled his hips away from my hanging head, leaning over my body and keeping only the tip of his cock inside my mouth.  I coughed and sputtered for a moment before pulling myself together to swirl my tongue over his tip, inciting a few twitches and extra drops of cum as a reward.  Tears and saliva painted my face, but at last, I finally caught a moment to breathe.

 "Keep licking and I might immediately cum again," Kaeya chuckled, cooling down from the heat of the moment.

 "I wouldn't complain," I playfully responded, letting out small coughs to clear my throat.

 "I suppose that's enough punishment for today," he gently lifted my head back up on the bed to provide better airflow.  He untied the blindfold off of my face so I could finally see him again.

 "Hi, handsome," I grinned, saliva dripping down my cheeks and into my hair. He ran his fingers through my hair and began massaging my scalp.

 "God... you are so inexplicably beautiful right now," he whispered desperately.  He began slowly stroking his cock in front of my face and deepened the massage, a proud yet cunning grin stretching across his face.  "But you'd look even more beautiful with my cum dripping out of your cunt, don’t you agree?"

 I moaned out his name and slowly lifted my knees up to my chest, teasingly using my hands to pull my thighs apart as an invitation. My eyes stayed locked with his. "Punishment's over, right?"

 He silently agreed, releasing his cock from his grip and taking another moment to catch his breath.  I watched him with pure lust in my eyes as he positioned himself at the crevice of the pillows in front of me then pulled my body forward to sit in his lap.  His sensitive cock twitched as the tip of his shaft kissed my dripping hole, aching to rearrange my insides.  He used one hand to pull himself down and shower my shoulder with bites and kisses, the other hand reaching down to massage my wet cunt, preparing for the night ahead.

 "My beautiful, stunning slut..." he growled into my ear between kisses, "I can't wait to see you completely destroyed by sunrise. You asked for it, after all."

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