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Diet Diaries

Hi all! Thank you so much for 500 followers! Here's a little style switch up to celebrate, got a lotta refs in this one and I quite leaned into the diary entries so I hope it's not too much! Hope y'all enjoy this stereotype reversal and as always, best! -Occam

Monday March 21st-

Andy:

I am beyond sick of Steve. Moving in together was a mistake, I don’t care how cheap the rent is, he is a narcissistic slob and I am eager to never see him again. Well no, I shouldn’t get ahead of myself. Our R.A. had this idea to try and walk in each other's shoes, which I don’t know? It might not be the worst thing? My big idea was switching diets actually- honestly I’m just hoping if he ate more like me he’ll stop stinking up the dorm. I can dream at least. Literally though he just can’t go to the gym as often if he eats like me. If I'm lucky at the very least his deodorant will last longer, I cannot take another day of his b.o. seeping through the walls, ugh! Anyway, wish me luck! I’m sure this will be a breeze for me, he usually just eats junk anyway, hope he enjoys my salads~

Steve:

Andy that little fucker. He was being such a little bitch to James and now I’ve gotta eat his rabbit food for a week or lose this bet or whatever. Steve don’t lose tho. Lil twink’s gotta eat whatever I make him too and you can bet your ass I’m gonna make him match my macros if I’ve gotta starve myself like he wants. Fuck! This shit is going to absolutely tank my routine! I’ve gotta make Andy give up. I’m gonna go so hard on him he’ll have to hit weights if he doesn't want to blow up like a pig. Maybe then he’ll stop bitching any time I don’t fucking shower every time I get back home.

Tuesday March 22nd-

Andy:

My Lord! He is trying to kill me! I don’t know how anyone could consistently eat as much as he’s telling me to. I’m so bloated from all this food.. He looks so smug every time he tells me to keep eating, I’m sure he doesn’t eat like this. He’s just trying to break me but I’m not going to let him win this easy.

Ugh, I feel so bloated my pants are so tight on my waist. I didn’t think meat sweats were a thing but man I am needing to put on deodorant like twice a day now and I’m not even exercising. I will say that now that I’m eating so much, I don’t hate the idea of going to the gym. It’s been a while since I went but I should probably at least hit up the treadmill lest I get even more of a gut- maybe I’ll see if he wants to go tomorrow. This is all just an exercise to understand each other more after all, no need to make it a stupid competition like he wants eh~

Steve:

Fuck! I am so tired of Andy’s pussy-ass diet. I had absolutely no energy at the gym today, I told all my bros that I was just gonna take it easy but fuck! I really was working my ass off and I struggled to even meet a PR I set last week. It was supposed to be a push day and I didn’t even get a chest pump! Why the fuck am I still going. I’m abso-fucking-lutely not getting gains on his fuckin’ bitch-ass salads and oats.

Eatin’ like a fucking twink and the fucker has the nerve to ask to go to the gym with me tomorrow. I’ll make sure he regrets that >:) Gonna work him like a horse so he’ll throw in the towel! After feeling how sore actually working on yourself makes ya, he might actually learn something. I’ll turn in early so I can go all out and show him what a real man looks like.

Wednesday March 23rd-

Andrew:

Man! I totally get why Steven eats so much now~ I am absolutely raring to go and get this; He said I could go to the gym with him today! He even seemed like he wanted me to go with him! I feel like I have more energy than I’ve ever had before, I might even try some weights!! I don’t know but I’m so excited! It’s like I can feel my chest and biceps begging me to go and hit some iron haha! Or whatever those “bros” say~ I hope he’s got something good planned for lunch because I fuck Sorry! I just want to show him that I can do all this dude stuff too! I’m a man right? I guess all this protein is making me feel more like a man than usual idk. Either way though I’m ready to go! Hope we have some fun!

Steven:

That bitch’s fuckin’ fru fru salads are ruining my PR’s for sure! I bet he knew that when he begged me to take him to the gym today, knew it was the only time he could show off to me was when I’m so out of it. And he didn't! Just to be clear I could still wipe the floor with him even if I’m not at my A-game. Ugh, I do gotta hand it to the little fucker though. I KNOW he hasn’t even really set foot in a gym before but man. Beginners luck my ass, as soon as I showed him a technique he lifted like he’s been doing it his whole life! It’s like I could see his pecs and tris swelling up with each lift. Not that I was staring at the bitch or anything but he’s just I just need this fuckin’ diet thing to end so I can get back to my grind, I guess I wouldn’t hate taking him to the gym more often, would be hot to make a bitch into a bro Fuck! What am I writing, I just need to lift again.

Thursday March 24th-

Andrew:

Bro! Weird? Whatever, I am absolutely on fire! Steven’s diet is absolutely killer! I don’t know how it’s working so well but man I couldn’t care less, I felt like a pro in there! My coaches in school would always shit on me for not trying but man! I was barely trying yesterday but I could tell from the look on Steven’s face that I was acing it! I guess I’ll have to admit to him that he is definitely onto something with his macros but man, not until he gives up haha! Man, I need to chill haha, it’s not like I’m any stronger than I was Monday but man, looking at myself in the mirror it just seems like my clothes are just fitting better. Catching on my chest rather than my stomach y’know? I’ve never noticed that there is muscle on my arms before but man the way my sleeves are kinda hugging my biceps mm. I need to chill haha! Can’t use all my energy before hitting the gym again today!

OH! Also totally weird, I’ve had to shave twice this week! Once last night and then again this morning which is so weird! I’m not complaining though, it’s not like I wouldnt look hot with a beard right? Although my face is a little itchy already, my chest too? Whatever though haha! Time to head back to the grind lol!

Steven:

God!! Andy Andrew is being such an asshole! He’s clogging the sink shaving which I know he would so be on my ass if I had done that. Wait, he did get on my ass for shaving! But it hasn’t been a problem this week, it’s like I’m not even growing stubble for some reason? Probably from not working so hard at the gym, is that how that works? Whatever it’ll be over as soon as this stupid diet thing is. We’re halfway through now. Thank God! Because that fucking twink is starting to stink up the dorm which again!! He was such a little bitch all the time to me about that! It’s like he’s literally stopped using deodorant as soon as he started needing it! He’s never exerted himself in his life and now that his pits are sweating at all he’s suddenly allergic to hygiene, ugh! I saw last night too the fucker fell asleep with his head in his pit too so it’s not like he doesn’t know it.

It was a little surprising actually, cause I would’ve sworn he was hairless like one of those freak cats but man his pit was as thick as my pubes! Thicker maybe, uh? Man I wish I could get that image out of my head, it’s like the tuft was pushing out further each time he inhaled, man that’s kinda hot? Fuck! I swear this twink-ass diet is making me think like him too. I need to sneak to the gym later, without him. I cannot have him getting ahead even while I’m still on his chickenshit diet.

Friday March 25th-

Steven:

Ah!! That Little bitch! He was already at the gym when I got there! Ugh! It makes me want to punch a wall, or fight him. Or something I dont know! It’s just, he was lifting my body weight on the bench when he saw me, it was so ho ugh! It doesn’t matter what it was, I can’t stop thinking of that smug look on his face- what I would give to wipe it off… That absolute prick knew what he was doing. Ugh, speaking of pricks! He may as well have not been wearing shorts at all by how much his cock was showing through them.

I knew my meal prepping was fucking tight but man, I can’t believe hot its made him. It just really fucking turns me on, or no its such a turn on for chicks. Yeah. Whatever. I need this bet to end already. Clearly he’s totally obsessed with my lifestyle so he should just admit it already! Also, hate to say it, but to Andrew’s credit his diet ain't too bad either. I’d never tell him this, and it is all a little emasculating but my skin has never looked this good. I’m not even doing skincare or anything but it’s like I’ve been on a routine for years, it’s crazy! It’s still ruining my upper gains but man, my ass looks so good it's crazy..

Oh also re: facial hair, I woke up this morning and could’ve sworn I used to have chest hair but now it looks like I’ve got just a little left around my nipples and leading up from my pubes? I might go ahead and shave those too, might as well be totally smooth like a chick right haha, I wonder what Andrew would think? I need to chill haha, maybe I’ll go see if he’s still at the gym~

Andrew:

Fuuuuck dude lol. I should’ve started hitting up the gym ages ago. Don’t know what I was even wasting time on before I started doing twice-a-days? Studying I guess but I can figure that shit stuff out hm. Fuck it is so much better to be strong than a dweeb. Every set it feels like I’m just busting out new PR’s! Gonna need to buy new clothes though cause I am absolutely tearing up my crop tops, my twinky little wardrobe just isn’t cutting it anymore. Maybe Steven’d be down for a clothes swap, I’ve seen him eying up my fits all week, god knows he’ll fit them better lol. Oh haha, and speaking of him eying things up >:) You should’ve seen his little face blush when he walked into the gym this morning! He looked so pissed at me lol, but I’m not gonna grab him to come along every time I need to get some sets in right? It was pretty embarrassing for him yesterday anyway, the way I showed him up lol. I’m not just gonna sit around and watch him not lift weights when I can figure this shit out myself, thought it was supposed to be his thing though lol.

Mm, saying that though, I def didn’t hate having a little audience from his treadmill. God, his blushing face as he stared directly at my work-out chub. Fuck, it really got me going. It really helped my sets too haha. Maybe I should hit him up lol, I can tell how bad he wants me >:)

Saturday March 26th-

Stevie:

Ugh! That douche is walking around the dorm completely shirtless! Do you know what it’s like to have an oaf flexing away across the room from you 24/7! He knows what he’s doing, and thank god my dick isn’t showing through my shorts like I thought it usually does because he might literally pounce on me then-

Ugh! I didn’t even mention this morning. I literally woke up to him jacking off his morning wood! Do you know what a bitch-fit he would have thrown if I did that! He would’ve filed a police report, probably the dweeb, or. I guess I could too?? But it was just so fucking hot. I tried to pretend I was asleep, but he totally caught me. He literally smirked and made eye contact as he finished too- thank god he didn’t see my boner as he asked if I wanted to clean up his mess. He’s such an ass!

I still have a boner now actually, it’s his B.O. driving me actually crazy! It’s like I can’t think near him if he’s going to stink this bad god.. Oh, he’s doing pullups on the door frame fuck. He’s supposed to be hairless but I see sweat dripping from his pits god I can't. God with each pull up his chest looks even more powerful. His cock is bobbing up and down in his pants and I can not look away. Fuck it’s getting even bigger. I’m supposed to be the strong one right? It’s not, fuck. This isn’t right. He just so fucking, god that body, I need him-

And Drew:

Heh. I knew that fucking twink couldn’t resist me. Every little thing I do wraps him even tighter around my finger. Every flex and smirk turns him on even more I bet he can’t even think straight the way his little dick is losing it in his briefs- I took all his jocks since I’m sure he would need them anymore. Bet the little bitch didn’t even remember they were his.

Might as well have been drooling when he saw me jacking my cock this morning lol, surprised he didn’t take me up on the offer to lick up the mess. I know he wanted to lol. He’ll get the chance soon enough though >:) God it’s a two-way street though. That fucking twink is so fuckable now, thank god he doesn’t need to shave anymore, don’t want his peachfuzz scratching my cock cause god that mouth is so fuckable now.. To say nothing of his fucking juicy ass, god! I’ve been working out in the room all morning waiting for him to give in and ask me to fuck him, idk if I can hold it in much longer. I might need to jack it again, my balls are bluer than I ever thought they could be, fuck. It’s like they're sore. Ugh I feel them getting heavier, heh, that little fucker cant resist though. God I feel precum starting to pool in my jock. If I put my pit within a foot of his face I give him five before he can’t help but shove his face in. I need to fuck him, but as if I’m going to let him see how desperate I am. Stevie that little fucker. He’ll be riding my cock any second now.

Sunday March 27th-

Stevie:

Fuck <3 !! He finally fucked me!! God, it was like nothing I’ve experienced before~ His cock was like a beer can and goddd the scratch of his beard as we were making out.. Hehe if I keep thinking about him I might just cum again right now! He can fully toss my body like a ragdoll and I’d thank him ugh! He’s just so hot, and to think he wants to fuck me!! Ah~ I’ll need to keep myself pretty so he won’t get tired of me hehe! Not that it’ll be a problem, I just need to keep on his diet, God who knew it would be this good! I don’t even remember whatever problems we had before all this and I can’t imagine anything better than getting fucked by him <3 Ah! He he~ He’s staring at my ass right now so I guess it’s time for another round! Can’t thank our R.A. enough for this idea, well he he I’ve got an idea for how to thank him, oh! Drew’s ripped off his jock! Wish me luck he he~

Drew:

My little bitch is so tight, fuck. I’m surprised he can even take my cock but god can he ride it. Gonna have a hard time taking a break from fucking him to even hit the gym. Need to make sure the twink keeps up the diet tho or we’ll have an issue. Be sure to make him come to the gym whenever I do, if not to tighten up then to watch me heh. Won’t hate fucking him in the locker room too. Mm, God his fucking tiny body makes me feel so powerful. And I fucking am. God my bis are the size of his thick thighs, fuck his ass. My cock is straining my jock just thinking about it. His tiny waist ugh, I need my sweaty body over him now. Not like he’ll mind, the horny fucker. Mmm hope he’s ready to take my cock, bet his mouth is already watering heh. Pop my pecs at him and he’ll struggle not to cum on the spot, he better keep it together until I let him though. Can’t be having my bitch blow his load that fast. Thank fuck he’s chilled out finally, though I guess my cock’ll work wonders on anyone >:) speaking of it’s about that time again. Hope he’s ready for some more action, hate to have to find another hole.

#male tf #mental change #masculinization #twinkification #jockification #straight to gay

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foone · 9 months

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Imagine a butch who dates robotgirls and she's got the belt and carabiner "ready for business" look down, but all the stuff hanging from it is reverse-engineering tools.

A full set of screwdriver bits (including security torx and those weird tri-wing Nintendo ones), assorted spuders, those little rubber suction-cups you use to remove LCDs, a line flashlight, macro lenses, IPA wipes, chip pullers, portable hot air rework gun and a pinecil soldering iron, desoldering braid, a wide variety of ESD-safe tweezers, and one of those anti-stack wristbands but on a retractable lead like it's for walking a dog.

She left her backpack at home but it's got a stereo inspection station, a full set of lockpicks (including those tubular lock impresioning ones), and an aging ThinkPad with a bunch of USB adapters: every memory card format you can imagine, all the major hard drive interfaces, and even 3.5"/5.25" floppy disks thanks to a 3D printed enclosure with a greaseweazle flux imager (the Applesauce stays at home connected to her Mac Mini). A USB optical drive that can read and burn all the cd formats, and a as small plastic case of some blank CD-Rs, DVD-Rs, and Blu-rays. A bunch of USB flash drives, some blank, some preflashed with assorted tools and marked with little keychain labels: some linuxes, a warezed all-in-one windows installer, live distros for tails and kali and partionmagic and DBAN.

She's ready for anything.

#Robot girls #Robotgirls #Thee Silver Mt Zion Memorial Orchestra has an album called This Is Our Punk Rock #And this?#This Is My Pornography

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kas-e · 10 months

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P. Otiosus Female

Salute Stack & Others, recently cleaned up and adjusted for print and publishing. This is an adult female, having recently had her ultimate molt. Commonly called the Canopy Jumper.

#photography #nature #nikon #original #macro #art #photographers on tumblr #micro #focus stack #reverse macro #flash #jumping spider #arachnid #bugs #insects #entomology #phids #phidippus

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sirfrogsworth · 6 months

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Lens Calibration Madness

I was doing some more tests comparing my smartphone camera to my DSLR and I noticed in one of them the smartphone looked sharper than my DSLR.

(Smartphone top, DSLR bottom)

This did not compute.

How did a camera with a tiny sensor, half the megapixels, and a tiny plastic lens produce a sharper image?

Then I remembered that 3rd party lenses often need to be calibrated in order to focus properly. Canon is especially bad about restricting information about their focusing algorithms, so companies like Sigma have to reverse engineer everything. With mirrorless cameras they have been able to fix this focusing issue. DSLRs... not so mich.

Unfortunately, my camera has a flippy mirror that gets out of the way of the sensor every time you take a picture. That's the clicking sound most people associate with taking a photo. And since the mirror in a DSLR is a moving part, it will have some variability from camera to camera. And wouldn't you know it, DSLRs use that mirror to focus. If my mirror is even a few nanometers out of alignment compared to the camera Sigma used to create the focusing system for their lenses, I will not be able to get perfectly accurate autofocusing.

It will be good enough for most. But with all of the product photos and macros I do, having perfect focus is pretty critical.

So now I need to spend a couple of hours photographing test targets.

The lens was "front focusing."

You want the depth of field to cover the same distance in front of the 0 as behind. You can see the 1 and 2 at the top are blurry. The goal is to have the 1 and the 1 to be of equal sharpness. Ideally if you put the 1 and 1 next to each other, you wouldn't be able to tell them apart.

This caused a problem when taking a picture of a cylinder, like the flashlight I was using as a test subject. The text at the center of the cylinder was in focus, but the sides were farther away and started getting blurry. All of the in focus area was in the empty space in front of the flashlight.

But, after 20 test shots adjusting the focus correction 1 unit each time, I was finally able to dial it in.

And then when I redid my photos of the flashlight...

Not only was the DSLR much sharper, you can now see the individual lines from the printing process.

I have been using this lens like this for years and now I am wondering how many photos were a smidge out of focus. It's not a huge deal because you have to be zoomed in about 400% to really notice. And it really only affects photos taken less than 2 feet away.

But still, perfectionism is a pretty big trigger for my anxiety so I need to fix this so my brain doesn't melt every time I take a photo in the future.

Unfortunately, the issue isn't resolved with one adjustment.

It requires 16 adjustments.

You set the focal length of the lens to 18mm and take a test picture from 28 cm, 35 cm, 50 cm, and 2 m.

Then you set it to 24mm and do it over again.

Then 28mm.

Then 35mm.

And there is no gaurantee you will fix it with the first adjustment. You could overshoot or undershoot. So you have to keep testing and testing until you drill down and hit the bullseye.

All because Canon doesn't like other companies making lenses for their cameras.

Sigma will actually do the calibration for you, but you have to send them both your camera and your lens and who knows how long that would take.

And I really want to bring my camera to Florida in a few weeks.

So I guess I've got another project aside from my 20 other things I need to get done.

#long post #photography

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photoncatcher · 6 months

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Potential

Nikon D50; 1/400; F/8; ISO 200; 70mm; 1.4:1 Macro

16/05/2010

#Nikon D50 #1/400 #F/8 #ISO 200 #70mm #1.4:1 Macro #(50mm reverse mounted to 70-300mm zoom set at 70mm)#16/05/2010 #macro photography #photography #art #archive

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losergames · 12 days

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Hey!! Curious about your new template! Could you explain exactly how to add new stats please?

hello! i'm not sure if by adding new stats you mean you want to add new variables or you want to add new stat meters? they sort of go hand in hand, but i will go over them both!

first you should be aware that sugarcube 2 uses story variables (some languages, like choicescript, use the term 'global') and temporary variables. they are differentiated by their sigils -- the dollar sign ($) for story and the underscore (_) for temporary.

when working with sugarcube 2 you need to set up all important story variables in the StoryInit passage. it is one of sugarcube's special passages and it's used for the pre-story start initialization - setting up the game variables before the player has even started playing.

the definition of what is an important variable is down to you as the developer. the StoryInit passage is for setting up story variables that will be used throughout the entire project. e.g. names, gender, pronouns, appearance, personality, skills etc.

a common way to show off your variable stats is with stat meter bars. the template uses the ChapelR Meter Macro and i highly recommend reading through the demo and documentation as well as this explanation.

here is one of the example variables set up from the template:

it is important to note that we need a $max_variable for each of the numerical stats you want to create that max out at 100%. this is especially important for the stats you want to have an 'opposing' stat, similar to choicescript.

underneath is the set up for the friendly stat meter:

the <<newmeter>> macro must be set up in the StoryInit passage, otherwise they will not work. the colours and sizing can be set to anything you want - but for the templates sakes i have used different greys.

in order to display our stat meter we need to use the <<showmeter>> macro:

it is very important to note that $friendly/ $max_friendly are encased in backticks and not regular apostrophes. in the template, you can find this in the profile passage. this is what our stat meter looks like in the rendered profile passage:

i created my own stat-title div to display the stat titles and percentages:

this is purely a stylistic choice and you do not have to copy it. but, i do find this is the easiest way to display the percentages of the stats. there is not a system or macro in twine that i'm aware of that 'creates' opposing stats (like choicescript) so we have to make one ourselves!

so, let's get into what's happening here. the 'friendly' side of the stat is simply printing the numerical value of the variable. if we were to select a choice that increased $friendly by 10, the $friendly stat would print as 60.

the 'stoic' side is printing the reverse. so if $friendly is set to 60, the print function is giving us 100 - 60 - which is 40. so - it's the 'opposing' side of the stat.

if you don't want an opposing side of the stat, like a health bar that is set between 0-100, you do not need the second <span> in the stat-title div.

in the documentation you can find that ChapelR has implemented their own way to add a stat title using the <<label>> child tag.

if we were to add the <<label>> child tag, it would look something like this:

i personally did not use the <<label>> child tag as i like having the title and percentages of the stats over the bar instead of sitting in front of/ inside it. again, it's a stylistic choice - so it's really just down to you! unfortunately with the labels, i'm not sure if there is a way to display the text without any spaces and i am not sure if there is a way to display the percentages in it either. (if anyone knows how to do that please let me know!)

you can use my examples in the template and replace the existing variables with your own! i hope that helps you a bit more :-)

i also highly recommend reading through @/larkingame's chapelr meter macro post as it's where i first learnt how to set up stat meters myself. thanks!

#template ask #tutorial #kinda sorta! sorry it's kinda long winded but long winded things help me understand better myself lol

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sadoeuphemist · 1 year

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Terrible Ideas for Video Games:

—visual novel that's just an actual novel, greatly abridged; the choices you make determine which parts get edited out. You can consciously have Anna Karenina avoid all unpleasantness with Vronsky, in which case the last scene of their relationship is them embracing, planning their trip out to the country. You can choose to have her throw herself under the train, or not; if not, all mention of suicide is omitted and she simply falls beneath the wheels out of nowhere in a tragic twist ending. You could, instead, play as Levin, and ignore Anna's story completely. By playing through the game enough times, you might eventually reconstruct the original text.

—intricately-branching storygame where the gameplay is the most generic first-person shooter imaginable, funneling you down perfectly linear corridors to mow down wave after wave of foes. You are never given the explicit opportunity to make a choice, instead the plot plays out based on a host of invisibly-tracked statistics: your accuracy, most-used weapons, damage taken, whether or not you happened to be looking in the right direction when a scripted sequence was triggered, etc. The consequences of your actions are distant and obscured, some real butterfly effect bullshit. For example: an injured comrade ends up dying, convalescing, or making a full recovery, depending on how many medkits you ended up using three missions prior. The game tells you none of this, it just plays the relevant cutscene and then plunks you down in the next mission. Two players could experience two entirely different stories, without having the slightest inkling that there was any other way the game could have gone.

—colony management sim where you have to control each colonist individually, a impossible feat of micromanagement with a population of hundreds. The moment you stop controlling someone they will immediately wander off to do their own thing, based on their own semi-randomly generated skills and traits. The thing is: every colonist wants the colony to succeed, and so if left to their own devices they are guaranteed to build a basic functioning colony. How long it lasts is up to RNG. You can switch instantly from character to character, interfering in their lives, choosing where and when to intervene with your god-like perspective, and whether the colony survives or thrives or fails completely may or may not have anything to do with you at all.

—game where leveling up means greater automation. You start out with QWOP-style controls, having to flail your character around wildly just to throw a punch. The control scheme gradually refines until you can reliably throw a punch through a series of commands, and eventually you unlock a dedicated punch button. You unlock combos, then hotkeys and macros, then autocast on cooldown. Your character technically never gets any more powerful - you could do all of this from the beginning, given enough skill - it just becomes easier to execute. The final level is an autobattler, where you just sit back and watch it happen. (Maybe this idea would be better done in reverse, not sure.)

#video games #suicide

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frenchfrywrites · 7 months

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Kinktober Day Eight

Macro/Micro

MINORS DNI

Warnings: gn genitals ambiguous top reader, bottom micro trans man Lilia, micro/macro, unprepped penetration, tummy bulge

Terms used for Lilia: tdick, cock, cunt

Lilia is smaller than you.

Well, that's always true, but right now you find that the size difference between the two of you has grown extraordinarily.

"What happened to you?" You ask, staring bewilderingly at the— well you'd guess he's nearly 6 inches tall now?— Lilia standing on your desk.

"A failed spell," is all the explanation he gives. "Aren't I so cute?" he asks, placing his hands under his chin to frame his face. You laugh, reaching down to poke his nose gently,

"Yeah you are." Lilia smiles, taking your finger into his hands, and holding it in his as if it's at all similar to holding hands like you normally do.

"I feel so cute," he continues with a very specific and familiar lilt to his voice. "So small and cute," he kisses your finger, then nuzzles it. "I like being tiny, I am so delicate and weak, you have to take care of me," and that's a damn lie because you know he could reverse this spell in a second, or at the very least he could most certainly protect himself against any threat. "Don't you think?" he looks up at you with wide eyes, fluttering his lashes.

"Oh, I see," you hum, moving your finger lower touching his chest gently. "you like being tiny," And Lilia, the shameless little thing he is, grins at you devilishly, one of his little fangs biting his lip, as he nods his head.

"You-" you start, but you don't even know what to say about this revelation. You suppose you've got nothing against messing around with him at his new size, so you let your finger wander down his body.

Lilia wraps his little hands around your finger once you reach his groin, keeping you there. Though it's faint, you can feel that he's hot and damp through his clothes. Lilia rocks his hips against your finger, and gasps at the sensation.

He rubs himself against you like that for a moment, staring up at you with wild, bright red eyes. Maybe it's the layers of clothes separating his skin from yours, or that the friction toes the line between being able to get him off and only teasing him; whatever the reason, Lilia steps back to strip himself of his pants and then lays back, legs spread so you can get a good look at him.

"Touch me?" he begs, spreading his cunt with his fingers, "please?" You exhale slowly at the sight of him.

Ever so gently, you rub his tdick with your finger. Lilia gasps, knocking his head back, and grabbing your finger with both hands,

"Fuck," he cries, rutting his hips against you.

"You look cute," you hum, feeling sort of dazed as you watch him get off just by using your finger. Lilia's breath catches at your praise.

"Do you think— ahh yes, there— could you put your finger in, do you think?" he gasps, gushing against your skin as you tease his cock.

"My pinky maybe? You think you could take it?" you ask. Lilia nods, tightening his hold on your finger.

"Please?" at his begging, you move your index finger away from his cunt, and replace it with your pinky, nudging the tip against his entrance. "Oh," Lilia gasps as you push into him. "Big," he breathes, and you laugh at how amazed he sounds. Taking it nice and slow, because it's not like you lubed or prepped him, you ease your finger into his tight, wet hole.

"Okay?" you ask when you've pressed your finger midway inside of him. It bulges his stomach, and Lilia's eyes have rolled back into his head, his mouth dropped open, breathing heavily and drooling.

"Guh-" he huffs, twitching around you, blinking away tears, "mmngh, s'good," he moans.

Hearing that he's good, you slowly begin to thrust your finger in and out of him. Lilia writhes under you, gurgling your name between hiccups and keens of pleasure.

"Cum— hah, nghh— going to cum," he eventually cries, his hands shooting out to hold onto your finger as his climax approaches. To bring him over the edge, you rub his tdick with your thumb. Lilia shrieks, cumming on your finger, his body convulsing. He curls in on himself, gripping your finger with such a force that it hurts, his hole spasming around you.

You slowly fuck him through it, being oh so gentle with his currently pocket-sized body.

"Oh fuck," he breathes as he comes down going limp on the desk, "good lord."

"All good down there?" you ask, smiling at how blissed out he looks right now.

"Darling, I feel wonderful, though," he pats the bulge on his stomach where your finger is still deeply inserted inside of him, "I would love if you would pull out, so to speak."

Gently, you pull your finger out of his stretched hole, bringing it to your lips so you can lick his juices off. Lilia watches you with a dazed smile,

"Come now, I just finished," he whines, "and then you go and do that. You'll get me riled up again in no time," you laugh.

"Settle down grandpa," you take his body into your hand gently, lifting him so you can place a kiss on the top of his head. "How long do you plan on staying like this?" you ask.

"Kehehe who knows!" he giggles mischievously. You roll your eyes, hoping that he'll be back to his regular size soon, so you can hold him and kiss him properly.

#lilia so sillyhead i luv writing him <3 #kinktober/2023 #micro/macro #spice

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I just read your tiny crowley good omens shot 😍 what about a reverse situation? Aziraphale shrinking down, maybe Crowley thinks he can get a little bit of humiliation pay back only for him to still end up being the one more submissive anyway?

Itty Bitty And Bossy

[sequel to "Tiny Kisses"] Warnings: micro/macro, oral play, humping

"Angel," Crowley calls, as he lays stretched out on Aziraphale's settee.

Aziraphale is up organizing his books, and though his footsteps are quiet, Crowley can hear him traversing the shelves, pulling a novel out here and pushing a diary back in.

Though, Aziraphale does pause upon hearing his name be called, and sets off towards the couch. Crowley waits until he nears it, and bites back a smile when Aziraphale circles the furniture, running his hand along the armrest and very lightly brushing his fingertips through Crowley's hair.

"Yes?" Aziraphale answers, and as Crowley glances towards Aziraphale's hands, he's pleased to see the angel had momentarily set his books aside in order to respond.

Crowley shifts his position. "Would you do me a favor?"

Aziraphale's brows furrow, albeit playfully. His lips are stretched into a curious grin. "Depends on the favor."

So, throwing Aziraphale's words back at him, Crowley begins with "do you remember Scotland? Edinburgh, 1827?"

His words immediately have Aziraphale's eyes going wide, and sparkling slightly. "I do indeed."

"Wonderful." Crowley adjusts his position, nearly knocking his glasses off the cushions where he'd previously set them as he swings his legs over the edge of the couch. Sitting up, he clears his throat, before attempting to look casual as he says "I was just thinking about Edinburgh, and more specifically about what it'd led us to recently-" his implications are playful, but a slight blush makes its way onto his face as he talks, "-and I've realized that you've seen me change size a handful of times, but I've only ever seen you in your normal stature."

Aziraphale laughs softly. "Well, I've only ever existed in my normal stature."

"That's a bit unfair, don't you think?"

Crowley reaches for Aziraphale's hand, and grabs it, holding it lightly with his own. Aziraphale squeezes his fingers.

"Yes, I suppose it is," Aziraphale responds. "So you'd like to see me in another size."

"If you wouldn't mind."

Aziraphale hums, and echoes "if I wouldn't mind. Well, I certainly don't think I mind. If you're so interested, then why not satisfy your curiosity?"

Brushing off his pants, Aziraphale circles the settee fully until he's standing before Crowley, looking rather poised, before suddenly his form begins to shrink down. It's slow, and awfully dramatic, but Crowley takes the time to make sure his feet are out of Aziraphale's way, and instead keeps his boots planted on either side of Aziraphale's newfound form.

Leaning down, Crowley sets his cupped hands on the floor, and much to his delight Aziraphale prances into them, settling himself on his knees within Crowley's palms. Crowley lifts him gingerly off the ground, and then just cradles him for a moment.

Weirdly enough, holding Aziraphale like this actually makes Crowley feel more flustered than he would have expected. Though, he's not exactly sure why.

Very gently, Crowley presses his thumb against Aziraphale's chubby stomach, softly telling him "you're quite... something like this."

"Shall I interpret that as a compliment?"

Crowley snorts. "Something like that."

Affectionately, Aziraphale reaches to hold Crowley's thumb, and offers a light "thank you, then," which has Crowley exhaling deeply through his nose.

Crowley's thumb circles over his stomach for a moment, before it steadily descends further brushes over Aziraphale's crotch. Under his breath, Crowley muses "I might just prefer you like this." It's said like a joke, but Aziraphale still blushes at the implication.

The ball of Crowley's thumb then rubs over his groin, making Aziraphale moan softly at the touch, and attempt to pull Crowley's finger even closer.

"Keep going," Aziraphale encourages him, his eyes fluttering shut as he relaxes shamelessly in Crowley's hands. And yet, Crowley stops, lifting his thumb away from Aziraphale and making Aziraphale quietly huff.

Before he can complain though, Crowley is pressing his nail to the bottom of Aziraphale's vest, and sliding it upwards. He gets it about halfway up Aziraphale's stomach, before pulling his thumb away and mumbling "take it off."

Aziraphale replaces Crowley's finger with his own hands and undoes his vest, offering Crowley an affectionate smile as he does so. As he shrugs it off, Aziraphale insists "you as well," which catches Crowley off guard.

Crowley just stares at him for a moment, before nodding slightly as though it'd taken him a moment to process Aziraphale's words.

He sets Aziraphale on his lap in order to shed his black jacket and underlayer - parallel to Aziraphale setting his vest to the side and pulling off the pale blue shirt beneath it - though while he just tosses his clothes into some unforeseen oblivion, Aziraphale neatly folds his up in his lap and waits for Crowley to finish.

He’s amused by the way Crowley grumbles under his breath when he has to shift Aziraphale’s position once or twice in order to writhe out of his pants, but once he’s finished, Aziraphale is being scooped back into his hands yet again.

“You didn’t strip when I was the one tiny,” Crowley huffs, but Aziraphale just pats Crowley’s hand in faux sympathy, before hesitantly giving up his clothes when Crowley moves to pull them out of the way.

“Careful,” Aziraphale states, as Crowley pinches the tiny clothes between his nails. “I’d hate for the cloth to tear.”

Crowley huffs again, but is careful when setting Aziraphale’s clothes on the arm rest, where they’re at the least risk of being torn or shoved onto the floor.

“Seriously, Crowley,” Aziraphale continues, staring over at his clothes, “I’ve been keeping that coat in tip-top condition for about about a century. I’d hate for anything to happen to it; you know they don’t make coats of that quality anymore-”

Abruptly, Aziraphale is cut off by Crowley pressing an affectionate kiss to his body. Though the action is sudden, it is entirely intentional; Aziraphale can ramble about his clothing another time. Crowley wanted to kiss him now.

Aziraphale flushes under Crowley’s lips, which envelop the entirety of his squishy body, but after a few seconds he’s pushing himself against Crowley’s mouth, even pressing his significantly smaller lips to Crowley’s upper one. It’s a kiss Crowley can just barely feel, but it has Crowley shifting on the cushions nonetheless.

When Crowley pulls away, he sees that Aziraphale looks utterly excited, and - after peeking over the edge of Crowley’s hands to gauge Crowley’s lower half - finds that Crowley is excited too.

Sitting back on his knees, Aziraphale looks back up at Crowley, before promptly asking “what’s next?”

“What’s next?” Crowley repeats, almost dumbfounded. “What’s next. What’s…” Scrambling to clear his throat, Crowley is clearly reaching for an answer, and is unable to grasp one that he’s completely confident in. He could push Aziraphale into his mouth, or he could rub Aziraphale against his cock, but he doesn’t move to do either. He’s completely unsure of how to proceed, and that fact fills his face as he avoids answering the question.

His hesitance allows Aziraphale to interject a suggestion. “How about you lean back and get comfy, my dear,” he proposes. If Crowley needs a little direction, the Aziraphale doesn’t mind helping him! “And then raise me up to your face, if you’d be so kind.”

Crowley lays back against the cushion behind him, wiggling slightly until he’s comfortable, before lifting his palm to his face.

“Wonderful,” Aziraphale praises, causing Crowley’s breath to hitch. “You’re so good at listening, Crowley. Now, if you’d just stick your tongue out, that’d be wonderful.”

Crowley’s lips part, and his tongue rolls out, his warm breath fanning over Aziraphale’s small body, enveloping him in humidity, and with Crowley’s tongue so close, Aziraphale can’t help reaching out to curiously touch it, running his hands over the squishy muscle. His fingers sink into the spit-covered surface before he pulls them up again.

Crowley pants as Aziraphale touches and pokes at his tongue, before suddenly Aziraphale is leaning partially against it. He uses his hands to support himself, before pressing his cock against Crowley’s tongue, rutting against it once just to make sure he can do it in this position, before smiling and looking up at Crowley happily.

“This is perfect,” Aziraphale expresses, rocking his hips, and moaning softly at the feeling. All while Crowley holds him up.

As Aziraphale begins to slowly hump against Crowley’s tongue, Crowley realizes he’s being completely neglected in this exchange. While Aziraphale’s fingers flex against the muscle, Crowley’s own fingers flex around his cock, slowly beginning to stroke his shaft in tune to Aziraphale’s rubbing.

Drool begins to run along the length of Crowley’s mouth, spilling both down his chin and simultaneously beginning to pool in his hand. His eyes are crossed in an attempt to watch Aziraphale.

He feels a little ridiculous, and he’s sure he looks it too, and yet he keeps his tongue out and his hand up.

In order to distract himself from his own thoughts of how silly this must look, he focuses on the way Aziraphale tastes, and frankly it’s ethereal; like milk and honey, albeit diluted by the expected taste of soft flesh.

Still though, Crowley understands completely how Aziraphale had been so casual to push Crowley into his mouth. He’s tempted to draw Aziraphale into his own! But he doesn’t; he keeps his tongue out while stroking his cock slowly.

When Aziraphale’s moaning gets louder, Crowley finally has to tear his eyes away.

“You’re so good, Crowley,” Aziraphale breathes, the quiet praise reaching Crowley’s ears with ease, flooding Crowley’s mind with encouragement to keep being good. Being good for Aziraphale, and Aziraphale only. “I understand why you enjoyed this so much last time!”

Crowley suddenly groans, squeezing his hand around his cock at Aziraphale’s words. Until Aziraphale stumbles away from Crowley’s tongue, and falls back into Crowley’s palm, slipping in the spit and landing on his rear. Shuffling to the edge of Crowley’s hand, Aziraphale watches Crowley’s hand slow in embarrassment.

“Do you need some help down there, Crowley?” Aziraphale asks, and despite his genuine tone, Crowley frowns.

“I don’t need to be callously teased.”

Aziraphale sits back, legs spread, showing off his hard, leaking cock in between his fat, slick thighs, glistening from Crowley’s saliva.

“I wouldn’t tease,” Aziraphale murmurs, rubbing his hand affectionately over Crowley’s thumb. “And I’m not callous.”

Crowley mutters something bitter under his breath, but Aziraphale doesn’t catch it. He’s not too bothered though, and instead smiles as Crowley lowers Aziraphale down to his pelvis. Crowley cringes as Aziraphale slips onto his midsection followed by a few drops of spit, and is quick to wipe his moist hand against the settee when Aziraphale isn’t looking.

Aziraphale shuffles forward to Crowley’s cock, setting a singular hand against it before mumbling “hm. I guess I didn’t fully think about what I was going to do,” as he walks around Crowley’s shaft, being careful of where he steps in order to avoid causing Crowley any discomfort. Crowley is watching him intensely, his breathing hard and audible as Aziraphale’s tiny fingers slide along his length.

Being a few inches smaller than Crowley’s cock reminds Aziraphale that he simply cupped Crowley in his hand last time, but notes that Crowley doesn’t move to do the same. Instead, Crowley’s fingers press excitedly into his thighs, as though needing to hold onto something to keep himself grounded.

After a few moments, Aziraphale wraps his arms around Crowley’s shaft, slowly moving to slide them up and down the flesh while kissing it briefly. As he glances up at Crowley to gauge his reaction, he watches Crowley press his lips together in order to repress a moan, his head falling back against the cushions in hopes of keeping his noises all inside. When Aziraphale squeezes his arms around Crowley’s cock, Crowley properly moans, and then Aziraphale is stepping back a few paces.

He watches as a drop of pre slides down Crowley’s cock and pools at the base.

“Crowley, why don’t you lay back for me? Fully? Get yourself properly comfortable,” Aziraphale offers, and immediately Crowley is looking down at him suspiciously.

“Why?”

Aziraphale smiles sweetly. “Just lie down flat, my dear. It’ll make us both feel better in the long run. Don’t you want to feel good?”

“I suppose,” Crowley mumbles.

He sets a careful hand behind Aziraphale in case his movement knocks Aziraphale off balance, and stretches across the settee. He props his shoulders and upper back against one of the armrests, while his feet barely touch the other end. As Aziraphale glances to look at Crowley’s clothes, he gives a quick reminder of “don’t knock my clothes off!” which has Crowley grumbling under his breath but being more mindful of where he positions his soles.

“Good job,” Aziraphale praises, albeit more teasing this time. “You’re such a good listener, dear. And in this position, I can do this…”

Aziraphale scoots forward, and uses his hands to sort of push Crowley’s shaft until Aziraphale can scoot his body onto it. It’s a weird feeling for both of them - Aziraphale straddling Crowley’s cock - but as Aziraphale’s chubby body experimentally grinds over it, both of them moan and simultaneously decide this is much better. However, even though it feels good, Aziraphale stills his hips in order to properly admire Crowley’s face.

Crowley’s brows are creased in pleasure, his eyes pressed lightly shut and his teeth gritted and he sucks in air between them. However, noticing Aziraphale’s lack of movement, Crowley opens an eye to peer at him.

“Well?” Crowley mithers, “get on with it already.”

“That’s not how you ask, is it now?” Aziraphale promptly replies, with a dramatic huff. “Honestly, Crowley, you could stand to be a bit more polite.”

“Oh, shut it.”

Aziraphale ruts his hips against Crowley’s cock briefly, before stopping again. “I’m serious, Crowley. How about you practice your manners and say please?”

“Please?”

“‘Please pleasure me Aziraphale,’ perhaps.”

Crowley huffs, and turns his head to the side. “I don’t need to ask you to do anything.”

“Sure you don’t. But you want to, don’t you?” Aziraphale runs his hands up Crowley’s shaft, rubbing over the slick surface and ever so slightly humps against it. He moans shamelessly, before stopping, denying both himself and Crowley pleasure since Crowley doesn’t want to be nice. “Don’t you want to be nice and good and ask politely? It’ll truly make both of us feel so much better, Crowley.”

“I could just grab you and use you myself.”

"You could... so why haven't you?"

Crowley stares at Aziraphale for a moment, before turning his head to the side and bitterly muttering expletives under his breath, the likes of which have Aziraphale flushing. Still though, he doesn't move to touch Aziraphale at all, and instead mumbles "canyoupleasepleasureme."

Aziraphale scoots forward - passing it off as him trying to lean towards Crowley - and goes "what was that, love? I couldn't quite hear you over your pride."

Crowley groans, before gritting out "can you please pleasure me?"

"There we go!" Aziraphale claps, before humping more casually against Crowley's cock. "You're so good! Doesn't it feel good to be polite?"

Crowley bitterly mumbles something, but Aziraphale lets it slide. He did say please, after all, and Aziraphale would be staying true to his word. He'll make them both feel good, which is something he's admittedly incredibly excited to do.

Flexing his fingers against Crowley's shaft, Aziraphale leans forward a bit to brace himself, before sliding his hips up and down Crowley's cock, grinding his own cock against it and making him moan. He's slow with his movement, but loud with his noises, and manages to keep his eyes open in order to watch Crowley press his knuckles to his mouth in order to stifle his own sounds of pleasure.

Crowley shifts slightly, making Aziraphale gasp, before lightly chastising him with "careful, Crowley. You'll knock me off if you're too rough," and listens as Crowley groans and tries to keep himself still.

Crowley's nails pierce the settee's cushions, clawing into them as he moans against his hand.

Aziraphale's eyes are focused intensely on him, using both his hands and his lower half to rub against Crowley's cock, watching as pre spills out of it and against Crowley's chest, which is already glistening with sweat.

Face flushes, Aziraphale continues filling the hot air between them with praise and encouragement.

Each whisper of "you're so good," is met with Crowley's eyes squeezing tightly shut, and each moan of Crowley's name has Crowley fighting to keep his hips still. The urge to buck them up and against Aziraphale is ever present, and yet he knows that his angel would go flying if he did.

"Angel," Crowley breathes, voice muffled. "Angel."

"Yes, Crowley?" Aziraphale pants, feeling sweat trickle down his face and off his round body. "I'm right here, love. Do you feel good? Are you feeling good?"

Crowley doesn't answer him, and Aziraphale doesn't need him too. Crowley's red face says enough about how he's feeling, and watching his brows crease in pleasure, relax, and then crease again with each shift of Aziraphale's hips make Aziraphale feel hot. He likes knowing he's making Crowley feel good, and he can tell right now that Crowley feels great.

Aziraphale's cock twitches as his body is overwhelmed by intense heat. His own pre is spilling beneath him, dripping onto Crowley's shaft onto to be quickly rubbed over and smeared by Aziraphale's thighs. He leans forward more in order to get a better position, and begins humping faster, thrusting his cock more feverishly against Crowley's.

In response, Crowley's head falls back against the armrest, a choked out moan coming from his mouth, and a more gritted cry of "angel!"

"So good," Aziraphale stammers, his own eyes fluttering shut. Shaky breaths are sucked in and shivering moans come out as the pads of Aziraphale's fingers press into Crowley's cock. "So... so good."

Aziraphale's close, and he knows it, and he knows Crowley is as well. He can see Crowley fighting to hold back his orgasm, presumably waiting for Aziraphale to finish first, though it could also be to spare himself the embarrassment of admitting just how good someone so tiny is making him feel.

Either way, Aziraphale encourages him to come. "You deserve it, Crowley; you've done so well," he says, and watches Crowley bite his finger to keep himself quiet. And yet, a groan slips past Crowley's lips.

Trembling slightly, Aziraphale continues. "I'm close too. You feel so good, Crowley. You've been doing so well. Please..."

Aziraphale's head falls, panting heavily as his own orgasm builds rapidly within him. And, well, Aziraphale's never been the greatest at resisting temptation, so he welcomes his climax rather happily. He humps against Crowley's cock as warmth builds and builds before relief floods over him, and his head is falling back as he moans. He comes onto Crowley's cock, smearing it around while rutting against the shaft through his orgasm, before he comes to a meek stop.

His arms shake as he leans over, hands petting over Crowley's shaft as he whispers "come on, Crowley, you're so good," his words so soft they barely reach Crowley's ears.

But Crowley had heard him come, and he'd lifted his head to watch the tiny mess be made, and curses at the display, before groaning quietly as Aziraphale once more begins slowly grinding against him, no doubt in an attempt to help Crowley come as well. But Crowley doesn't need his help with just how close he is, and so with just a few small movements of Aziraphale's body Crowley is coming too, his hand clamped over his mouth but moaning into it nonetheless.

He makes a mess of his own pelvis and chest, but doesn't seem to mind much, and instead rests back against the settee once he's achieved blissful relief.

As he pants, he feels Aziraphale shifting on his cock, and so Crowley cracks an eye open to peer at him, before leaning up slightly in order to cup Aziraphale in his hand.

"Watch it," Crowley mutters, as he lifts Aziraphale off his cock. "Lest you want to rouse me up again."

"I truthfully wouldn't mind," Aziraphale replies, as Crowley brings him closer. Crowley's nose scrunches up in disgust once he sees Aziraphale's lower half is smeared with his own semen.

Aziraphale chuckles at his dramatic reaction. "I know, I know. I'm messy. Won't you clean me off so I don't accidentally stain my clothes?"

"I don't want to get up and grab a cloth."

"Who said anything about grabbing a cloth? You have a tongue, don't you? You had no qualms about licking over me before." Aziraphale motions to himself. "What's the harm in doing it now? Is a little mess that big of a deterrent?"

Crowley frowns at Aziraphale's suggestion, but still forces himself to sit up slightly in order to run his tongue over Aziraphale, who chuckles softly at the feeling of Crowley's tongue running between his legs and over his lower half, even letting out a slightly oversensitive moan as the muscle rubs over his spent cock, before Crowley's pulling away, face red.

"There. Don't expect anymore favors though," Crowley states, laying back down and dumping Aziraphale onto his chest. Aziraphale laughs at Crowley's scrunched countenance, but relaxes against the latter's chest regardless, allowing himself to enjoy Crowley's warmth for just a bit. He'll get back to organizing his books sometime later.

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