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crusty-chronicles · 8 months

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Airheaded S/O Headcannons #11: Luffy (One Piece)

I feel like Luffy would thrive with an S/O who's just as, if not more, stupid than him.

And he genuinely cannot tell you're not the sharpest tool in the shed.

Combined, you and Luffy have one semi-functioning braincell

And 90 % of the time, Nami has it

"LUFFY FELL OVERBOARD AGAIN!!!"

And there you go jumping right in after him.

"I'M COMING CAPTAIN!!"

Ussop and Chopper are standing by the railing horrified and screaming with everything they've got because 'YOU CAN'T SWIM EITHER!!!'

"How did their bounty increase by 20 million!?!?" Nami exclaimed having seeing your newest wanted poster.

Luffy, who was walking by and heard, suddenly had stars in his eyes.

"Really!?!? They're so cool 🤩"

And Nami is smacking the back of his head as hard as she can

"DON'T ENCOURAGE THEM, MORON!!!"

This man loves you with his whole heart and has known you since you were both children

Ace had found you sneaking out Dadan's shack with a huge pile of food and captured you.

"What do we do with them?"

"We could kill them." Sabo suggested.

"Excuse me, I really need to use the bathroom." You wiggled against the rope binding you.

"Like that's gonna work on us!"

"No, excuse me for being rude and leaving. You guys are funny but I really need to pee."

And they hadn't realized you'd already torn through the ropes until you got up and walked away.

They are completely dumbfounded and a little impressed.

Well except for Luffy who had been watching because he wasn't allowed to talk to the 'captive' during 'interrogations'. Whatever that meant.

He's getting up and chasing after you with a huge grin.

"Hey! Come back! I wanna be friends with you!!!"

And Ace and Sabo are the running after him before he can catch up, lecturing him about leaving weirdo people like you alone.

"I mean what kind of person just tears through rope and walks away all unbothered????"

"Me! I do that!"

Cue the screams because how did you manage to climb the treehouse without the ladder???

You meet up again several years after you all had set sail.

Ussop spotted something floating in the water shortly after the crew already left from thriller bark.

A person to be exact.

A person on a wooden plank.

And before he could inform anyone about it, Luffy was already stretching himself over to the castaway.

His eyes bugging out when he saw who it was.

"Y/N????"

Your expression matching his.

"LUFFY???"

"Long time no see. How have you been?"

And the crew is peaking over the Sunny curiously. Because who the hell was this that their captain seemed to be very friendly with?

Friendly than usual considering he his arms were wrapped around you several times, picking you up and swaying you.

"The pirate life is hard. My ships keep sinking. Say, mind if I hop on yours for a while?" You asked hopefully.

There was something even more hopeful in Luffy's as he set you down.

"I've got a better idea. Join my crew!"

"I don't kno- IS THAT A FREAKING SKELETON?!?! HELL YEAH I'M IN!!"

The crew warms up to you almost instantly considering you have the same bright personality as their captain.

And the ones weary of you (Zoro, Nami, and Ussop) become convinced when they see you fight and pull your weight.

"Hey, Luffy! Can we try that one move we used to do when we were smaller??"

All you get is a nod in return before he slingshots you towards a Marine ship.

The result?

You basically cannonballing into the side, only to reappear on the deck as it sinks. Reaching back for Luffy's hand as he lifts you up and flings you towards another. Jumping on after you to join the fight.

Your teamwork is practically unbeatable.

And the fact that you can keep up with Luffy perfectly cements your place on the Sunny.

It's no secret Luffy loves you.

And it's no secret you love him back.

The Pirate Empress Boa Hancock?

She's cool, he guesses.

Shirihoshi the mermaid princess? The most beautiful woman in the world?

She's a huge crybaby.

You? An idiot who broke the aquarium after tapping too hard on the glass to get the 'pretty fishy' to notice you?

You're his.

He doesn't make a big deal out of the way he feels.

He doesn't get all blushy or nervous around you

Instead he feels pure happiness and the most at peace he's ever been

Luffy will not try to court you the way a certain cook might court the ladies on the Sunny.

No big or grand gestures

Also not shy showing you affection.

He's known you for so long that gestures like that come naturally.

Holding hands to explore a new island?

Check

Wrestling with you on the deck of the Sunny?

Check

Sharing and stealing food from each other's plate?

Check

Trading around Shanks' straw hat on the daily?

Double check

The closest he'll get to confessing is at a time where the two of you are alone in the crows nest together.

"After I became the king of the pirates, let's keep having adventures together." And he'll put his signature strawhat on your head.

"Who says I'm going anywhere? This is the ship of dreams right? Well my dream is for us to stay together forever. So make it come true, captain."

It's at that point he realizes he'd follow you anywhere you asked him to. The same way you were following him now.

Will Luffy baby you?

You're insane if you think he will.

Because it's just the two of you encouraging each other to do stupid shit.

Actively trying to outdo each other

Luffy catches a huge fish?

You're jumping in the water because you saw a shark.

You broke into the kitchen at night to steal from the fridge?

Luffy is lugging it out so you two can have a midnight snack in the middle of the deck.

Both of you are being chased by Pacifistas?

It's a game to see who can destroy more.

"Do you think if I start training after I eat I'll throw up?" You asked.

"Let's test it out!" Luffy encouraged.

Only to find out that yes, you will in fact throw up training after eating.

"Well now we know!"

Luffy will call you the most bizarre nicknames he can come up with.

Get used to: Meat stick, pork chop, swimmy (because you cannot swim for the life of you), cannonball, and some messed of version of your name. (Think of how he calls Law and Kidd, Traffy and Jaggy)

But occasionally, in the rarest moments known to man, he will call you his treasure.

Luffy will get incredibly jealous if someone outside of the crew talks to you.

With the Strawhats, he doesn't care. You all need to get along anyways.

Brook wants to play you a song to see if it's okay?

Fantastic because you two have the same taste in shanties.

Zoro wants to train with you and see if he can make his attacks any stronger?

Hell yeah! Kick his ass!

You're Sanji's taste tester?

Sneak him something out will ya?

Franky and Ussop want to test out a new invention on you?

So cool!!!!! Tell him what it does when you're finished!!!

He's over the moon with you spending time with them.

But if it's a marine, another pirate, or just a random citizen, he's fighting them.

He's incredibly immature and will not let anyone get too friendly with you.

Luffy will bite, and he will not let go until that person apologizes and leaves.

Man or woman, doesn't matter.

He's throwing hands, gum-gum gatling all the way.

Second gear if he's pissy enough.

All in all, you two don't need a brain to be able to tell you love each other.

Next Up: Uryu Ishida

An: I'm back baby. 🫶 (Also yes I watch one piece in dub pls don't bully me 👉👈)

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elvisabutler · 9 months

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mess dress

fandom: elvis 2022 | elvis presley rating: m pairing: elvis presley ( army era ) x female plus size reader word count: 2323 warnings: thigh riding. uniform kink. mild innocence kink. public play-ish. implications for future p in v sex. author’s note: welcome to day 7 of ally’s wet hot smut summer, uniform kink with elvis presley x reader. so fun fact i've had this 95 percent finished since friday. i have also been without internet because construction knocked out my internet for the weekend. however this is done now. so this erred accidentally into a sort of public play kink thing as well. hopefully y'all enjoy it regardless. this is sort of a sequel to called ya, didn't i? but you don't have to read it for this to make sense, necessarily. i do really want to hear how y'all feel about my fics and i know i don't always reply to comments but reading them delights me so much. as always imagine who you'd like i'm not picky.

You're no stranger to Army functions, little soirees that you shouldn't be invited to but you are because your Daddy's always loved showing you off even as there were whispers about how it wasn't proper that his daughter's waist didn't taper just so. But being at one when you're involved with Elvis Presley- well, that's another thing entirely. It's one thing to be on your Daddy's arm and another to be on your boyfriend's arm knowing how that arm feels wrapped around your waist as you do things very good army brats shouldn't do.

The thing is, you want to think Elvis is willing to stay with you, you want to think he's a good man even if all the papers and the press think he's cavorting around with every girl in Europe. And he's been proving it with every innocent date and every not so innocent moment where you cry out for release as his fingers play you better than any guitar. Elvis wants to be with you and even as things are winding down in Europe, he's whispering jokes and plans about asking your Daddy if it's alright for him to whisk you away to Memphis.

"Told 'im I'd take real good care of ya. No funny business, either. Not 'less I got a ring on your finger."

After hearing that, you almost swooned like you were a Victorian maiden, the rush from hearing those simple words— that simple potential promise had your mind whirring and your heart thumping a quicker beat than it ever had in your life. Never mind that you and him already had indulged in some funny business, it was all the kind that could be hidden. Not the kind that had you filling out dresses and telling your Daddy he's got a grandbaby on the way.

Hearing that put your mind at ease and allowed you to dream a little of a future with Elvis. It allowed for a picture to be painted of you at Graceland or in Hollywood, maybe with a child or two— and a world where you might still be told you don't look proper for a woman but there's gotta be something about you that's got Mr. Presley all shook up and stuck on you. Saying yes to Elvis about going to the function was easy after that even if you had to tell him that he didn't have to get you a dress despite his arguments for doing just that.

"I-I jus' wanna show 'em how pretty my girl is. Tell 'em what they missed out on. Show Charlie I can get me a ree-spec-tuh-bull girl." He had teased, hands against your hips as he kissed your neck in front of your mirror.

Your hands should have swatted at his arms and you should have told him to keep his hands on your waist but instead you moved your hands to lay on top of his and smiled. "You will, Elvis. I'll pick something pretty and we'll have pretty pictures to look at. You'll probably even have one to take home."

A look flitted across Elvis's face that you couldn't quite put a name to and you couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at it before he shook his head. "Yeah, I can have a picture. Just— I mean it, baby, I'm gonna show ya off. Tell 'em I like ya wit' or without all this dressin' up."

It's practically comical the way you and Elvis look at each other the moment you open the door to see him standing there in his full dress uniform. You've seen him in uniform before and had told him rightfully that seeing him in it did something to you between your legs but seeing him like this? All ironed pants and dressed without a hint of a flaw had your mouth watering as your eyes traced over every inch of him, settling embarrassingly on the subtle bulge between his legs. You've felt it before but to see it look like it's starting to rise to the occasion just from looking at you right now in those slacks has your breath escaping from your lungs in a quiet whine.

Not that your boyfriend was any better, taking in the way your dress outlined your chest and your hips and practically shimmered in the light. You matched his dress uniform almost to a tee with a little feminine flair. Your mother is the one who comes upon the two of you staring at one another and tuts quietly, shooing you out the door with a shawl and a yell about how Elvis needs to bring you home before a certain time. You don't dare speak until Elvis enters the other side of his car and sets a hand on your clothed thigh.

"Honey— ya tryin' to kill me? 'Cause it's workin'. Didn't know ya—" He starts before you silence him with a kiss and a shy smile.

"I had it specially made. Thought tonight deserved something special, since you said you'd show me off, remember?" You bite your lip, knowing full well you're probably ruining your lipstick. What you're saying is the truth but a part of you, a small part that's listened to a friend or two who thinks Elvis is so sweet on you that he might want to marry you thinks this was the perfect outfit to prove you're the sort of girl who can be Mrs. Presley. All sophistication and charm that a good boy— a good man like him needs.

"I- I do. Now I'm thinkin' everyone's gonna be tryin' to steal ya from me if I show ya off. Lord, darlin'. Make a man wanna—" His breath comes out in a rush, a puff of air that moves a surprisingly errant curl from his head as you giggle.

"Maybe later? Before you take me home?" The words are questions but from the way you look at Elvis you know that he catches your meaning. That you want him to do something to you as much as he wants to do something to you. Truthfully just looking at the buttons of his uniform and every single detail on it has you clenching your legs together— forgetting that Elvis's hand is right there until he groans as he starts the car.

"Gonna be the death o'me," he mutters only to hear you laugh again and say three simple words in French.

"La petit mort."

You both know it's a little improper to have you sitting on Elvis's lap, but the night's been winding down ever so slowly and Elvis— can get away with things other men can't. Sure, this might get back to your Daddy but it's not as if he doesn't already have an inkling that Elvis is head over heels in love with you. You haven't ended up with a baby in your belly yet and that's— well, that's as good as he can hope for when it comes to the pair of you, he figures. He'll allow it as long as he can think his daughter is as pure as can be. Besides, Charlie is very good at covering for you and Elvis when things look a little more salacious than they should. Right now as Elvis's leg keeps bouncing between your thigh, you figure you'll get use out of those skills yet tonight.

The conversation is one you're not fully paying attention to, having heard half these things a million times over as you've grown up but when you feel the brush of warm air against your ear your eyes widen just a hair.

"Fallin' asleep on me, darlin'? Gonna leave me to talk to everyone by myself?" His whisper is low and inviting in a way that has you shivering just slightly as his arm grips your waist a little tighter. "That woke ya up?"

You don't trust your voice just yet especially when you feel Elvis's leg jiggling between your thighs, his knee brushing against your clit with almost every movement. Your only answer is a small hum as you smile at other people.

Elvis flashes a charming grin as he shifts both of you, allowing the bottom of your dress to cover his leg entirely and exposing your underwear covered vagina to his knee. He bounces experimentally and watches as your eyes widen and you let out a soft whimper that you quickly cover with a cough, your chest bouncing from the effort. Your thighs try and tighten around his leg in an effort to stop the bouncing only for his hand to grip your hip, reveling in the way it feels underneath his grip.

"Elvis," you hiss, turning to look at him after one particularly intense bounce as your nipples hardening in your bra and has you starting to soak through your undergarments. "What are you doing?"

"Ya been eyein' me up like a piece of meat all night, baby. Know that place 'tween ya legs has been achin' somethin' fierce 'cause of it. Didn't think ya wanted to wait. Jus' in case I gotta rush ya home." He explains like it makes all the sense in the world and you find it's hard to argue with him over it even as you know how bad this looks.

"But we're in public. Just because I wanna rip your uniform off doesn't mean we need to—" you start only to have him brush against that spot earning a bitten back whine and a grind down from you. "Elvis— oh."

It shouldn't be pleasurable, your fear of being caught and the potential shame should stop you from doing this but the only thing it's stopping you from doing is ripping off Elvis's uniform that you've seen on a million men before but none of them have been him. Maybe it's the way you had seen the bulge between his legs pressing against his pressed slacks or maybe it's because he was all dressed up to take you somewhere. To show you off. Whatever the reason was, you don't stop Elvis from moving his leg, from bouncing it just so in a way that has your vision starting to blur and has your nails digging into his other thigh in order to keep quiet.

"Gonna make a mess of us, ain't ya? Gonna stain my uniform, darlin'? Make it so I gotta tell everyone I had a lil sweat on my knee?" He mutters his filthy words against your ear and you nod as slow as you can as your eyes dart around the room and around your talking companions. Had any of them noticed what was going on?

"They ain't payin' attention. Ya a good girl, 'member? God, darlin' wanna see ya come apart in front of 'em. Do that for me, will ya? Do that and I'll ask ya daddy to marry ya tomorrow. I gotta or 'm gonna ruin ya 'fore I can."

You have to take a breath or five to be able to speak as his knee picks up speed. "You'll wear your uniform when you do? So I can see it again?"

The grin on his face is downright evil as he nuzzles your neck and places a kiss or two against it. "'Course. Jus' for you. Jus' to see ya get all hot 'n bothered 'bout it again. You gonna make a mess f'me, mama? Gonna show how I got the best girl 'round wit' ya plump yittle thighs and those big breasts a yourn? And that stomach that's softer than anythin' army issued?"

Any other time and you might feel a might bit embarrassed about the way you nod quickly. Truthfully you can feel a bit of shame when you catch the eye of one of the other women. Her eyes are a little widened and you— that should be your cue to stop but you're so close that you can't help but cast your eyes downward as Elvis follows where your eyes went.

"She's just wishin' it was her. Wishin' her date would do this to her. Don't— Don't be shy. I gotcha, darlin'. Let go f'me?"

Somehow the way he phases what is technically an order or a request as a question sends a jolt through your body and has you holding back noises that threaten to leave your mouth as you feel yourself coming. Feel that tension inside your lower belly finally release. You feel your body twitch ever so slightly as the pleasure rolls through your body as Elvis's arm tightens around you to keep you from slumping forward. Your chest heaves in the confines of your bra and your dress and Elvis's lips curl into a bit of a smirk against the back of your neck as you try and catch your breath without being too obvious. Against your backside you can feel Elvis's cock nudging you and with a bit of a smile you shift just so in order to hear him grunt.

"Are you two okay?" You both hear someone ask— maybe it's Charlie or maybe it's someone else, you're both not too sure but it prompts you to stand up, adjusting your skirt as you do and eyeing the sizable damp patch you've left on Elvis's leg in his uniform. His eyes look down before they widen and he pulls you back down to sit on it.

"We're— we're fine." A short answer said by both of you as the two of you exchange a look and you grab Elvis's hat to plop it on your head. The look Elvis gives you is filled with more love than you thought he was capable of even though you can see his still blown pupils and see the arousal lingering in those ocean blue eyes.

After a moment of staring you turn back to everyone and smile, "so what were we talking about? You've got both of us at attention."

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gravidasomnia · 6 months

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A text post for a change! tldr: There's some technical details re: Dayspa Squad which spills into discussion of the software & hardware used, and a few other thoughts. Group pics are difficult with the limitations of the AI I'm using (SD 1.5, sdxl is better but my budget gaming laptop can't run it the way I use 1.5 without overheating), and people have noted that they often look like a row of clones. So this time (and last) I've found a suitable txt2img generation (top left) then re-run it through img2img and added variations in the prompt to produce different, still very similar looking groups, with many typical AI pic problems e.g. too many/not enough fingers & hands:

but from that I'll use Krita + the clone tool aligned to each pic and take parts of each that seem apt; hopefully between all the iterations there's enough non-freaky hands and other parts to go around!

You can see I haven't done a perfect job - especially with the 2nd woman from the left's dressing gown and hand, and the breasts still look cloned. Such flaws and others are much less noticeable on IG with it's limited image resolution and most users having a small screen experience. My excuse is that the milestone came up sooner than expected and I rushed it (I only started after noticing I'd hit 8,995 followers and it took about 20 minutes all up, a few minutes before I hit 9k). But a little more time and scrutiny and even running a couple more iterations could have gone a long way. Photoshop could just regenerate individual elements if you want it to but I'm not a pro user and can't justify the expense (such functionality wouldn't be available to unlicenced users). I'm more familiar with GIMP but I prefer Krita for simple clone tool operations because it loads quicker and the default brush is perfect for how I use it + the smart patch tool is also handy. I could also use the SD plugin within Krita/GIMP for similar functionality but I found the interface too clunky so I prefer to work manually for this sort of thing. This method is the sort of thing I'd use earlier on to fix weirdness like mutant hands, multiple weird bellybuttons and other AI body horror. Or to get a striking individual image juuuust right, like this one or this one. Nowadays the raw outputs are often realistic enough that simple touchups can take care of aberrations. We're not far off having an app that laypeople can use that will make pics like this without a need for editing - but for now I'm happy in this niche. Assets Used (All software free for personal use, mostly free for commercial use):

Software: Stability Matrix with the Automatic1111 WebUI Krita (has a learning curve but so does PS, amazing functionality that I've barely made use of because I'm not an actual artist) Irfanview (free for personal use but I've licensed it so I can use it for work if needed, totally worth it) AI Checkpoints/Loras/Embeddings: Photosomnia Omega (my SD1.5 photorealism model blend) Pregmix 2 Lora (will update eventually but it's not available yet, for now try Pregmix 1 or other pregnancy Loras on civitAI) FreeU/FreeU webUI plugin Negative photorealism embeddings used to help a lot but I don't need them so much now due to how far the model and Lora has come. They still deserve a mention as they have been very useful and will continue to be so with a variety of models: fcneg kkw-ph1-neg Bad_NegAnatomy Hardware: 2nd hand laptop with an i7, 16gb ram, 1G SSD, and 8gb rtx graphics. 4gb nvidia GTX graphics is considered the bare minimum but an RTX with 8gb is gonna be the minimum practical for working with HD resolutions & SDXL. Cheaper laptops will struggle with heat management, PCs will hit your power bills. Radeon graphics can technically work, they're good for people who love fucking around with linux because things aren't working and want to apply that approach to AI artgen software. If you don't enjoy that sort of frustration don't bother. Apple isn't supported for Stability Matrix yet but apparently many implementations of SD will work on a Macbook Pro with the M1/M2 chip and preferably at least 16gb of ram. Draw Things will run on an newish iphone/ipad but I found it too clunky to use for serious pics and it's not practical for high resolution work. While reflecting on the artistic mediocrity of this otherwise pleasing pic, a paraphrase of T.K. crossed my mind, namely that the AI revolution has been an utter disaster for human art. It does have a place alongside real art but as an example I hate seeing AI garbage in advertisements knowing that it's not only deceptive garbage that pretends to be something it's not AND it's also more lost payments for working artists/photographers/models. But I also think that fake erotica photos people make for themselves or share freely are outside of that problem, as long as they don't depict actual identifiable persons. I will not do fakes without consent, maybe everyone has their price but mine hasn't even come close to being reached, which I'll admit isn't possible without some level of privilege.

I'd like to not be judgmental of people who do make AI fakes for $ but otoh AI users must have some level of privilege to be able to access and use the technology. What I have seen with technology and other things is that irresponsible use is likely to be met with irresponsible regulation and I do wonder (not worry) how much longer blogs like this will be legal. Anyway for now just enjoy the pics! There will be more to enjoy soon. If you've bothered to scroll through thanks for reading and thanks for being a fan!

#ai art #I guess this is a mini AI tutorial of sorts #AI art assets #Infopost #AI Assets

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falconearring · 1 year

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goood day! hope you're doing splendid

if you have the time, would you mind explaining a bit of the lore of your au so far? I'm very interesting in lot of mechanics of aus, and apart from whatever bits you've dropped about the gang and what they're upto, is there any specifics you'd like to add on as a note? this isn't about spoilers, and if doing so might reveal some then it's completely understandable!

I'm really interested in how your story progresses and if not the above, id love to hear what you think so far about it and what you think of the thoughts of people, like their interpretations if have any! thank you for taking the time for this and its completely fine if you don't want to answer

apologies if I came off as rude or too assuming, and for the rather long ask ahah

thank you again! have a great day or night ahead! take care

Hey thank you so much for dropping this in my inbox!! You taking interest warms my heart!

I'm gonna use this ask as a means to drop these headshots and notes. Below is every person who currently resides at the repurposed logging yard. They call themselves the Hermits. All of these people will appear at least once in the comic, and I'm going to do my best to include these little bits of info within the actual story too!

Other members of traffic/life smp will also appear, they just aren't associated with the group established here. So Scott, Lizzie, Jimmy, Martyn, Bigb, Scar and Grian are going to make an appearance later.

As for the setting, we're 2 years into the apocalypse at this point. There are safe guarded cities, but these places are far away from where the story is taking place. The Hermits have pretty much been living their lives completely isolated from other people as a means of keeping safe.

Weather in this universe can be a bit extreme, as the world faces an imminent climate crisis a few years before the zombies start appearing inexplicably. Space stations were in the midst of being established before the apocalypse, with hopes that humanity could reestablish itself in outer space. When it hit, much of the remaining human race was evacuated from the planet as a last ditch effort. The status of the shuttles that were sent up is unknown. The stations being set up really weren't ready to be inhabited so soon, so its kind of iffy whether or not things are going much better up there.

Early into the apocalypse, helicopters would fly overhead looking for survivors and escort them back to safe zones and launch sites. This stopped not long after though, and whether or not they're going to start looking for survivors again is unknown.

As for the zombies themselves, the 'science' behind them is beyond anyone's understanding. Upon being bitten, the body instantaneously progresses through the stages of decomposition and takes on a sickly kind of bruised look. As far as any one can tell, there is no brain activity beyond this point, but the bodies still move inexplicably. Kind of a night of the living dead situation. Important to note that much like a human, if the heart or brain is destroyed they will die, despite not having a functioning nervous or circulatory system. I'm taking a distinctly supernatural approach to them because I just think it's cool.

I have no clue what year this is set in, but the Hermits are residing in the wilderness somewhere in Canada. I'll touch on pretty much all the above within the comic as well, but I thought there was no harm in sharing anyhow because you asked so nicely!

As for the second half, people have said a couple interesting things. Sadly I can't comment on a lot of it because it dips into spoilers! Somebody said they find it funny that Bdubs is probably freaking out while Etho is just chilling and that's absolutely spot on and made me laugh.

Thanks for such a detailed ask, anon! And thanks for your patience, I had to think about what I wanted to say ^_^ Hopefully this is what you were looking for, hope you have a fantastic day!

#asks #falconearringzombieau

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hawkinshighdropout · 2 years

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All Within My Hands.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x (female) Reader

Summary: Y/N gets chronic migraines, they've happened for years and it's only getting worse. Nothing makes Y/N feel any better, so Eddie offers himself up as another form of distraction from the pain... Finger fucking ensues. Spoiler!!

Warnings: There are (2) mentions of sick in this story, it's just Y/N feeling nauseous, nothing is graphic and no one actually throws up, Y/N just feels sick. I know people are sensitive to vomit so if even the thought of it triggers you, please do not read. This has smut towards the end so 18+ only. No minors are permitted to read this. This is kinda fluff/smutty content. Unless you count a couple of curse words as needing a warning? Idk, I haven’t written fanfics in like 8 years so I’m a little rusty…

Note/Request: Requested by @boomhauer. "Alright: reader and Eddie are friends and don’t know they like each other. Until reader gets a migraine and Eddie decides to help her out by getting her off. “I don’t know, I read it somewhere that it cures headaches!”

Bonus: This is my first time writing smut and I'm not very good at it, so sorry if it doesn't live up to expectations. I'm just an awkward person so I can't write very convincing smut, I apologise. Hopefully y'all can enjoy anyways! <3

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“I’m gonna be sick,” you mumble pathetically, sitting in the office of the school nurse. Sunglasses on your face to shield you at least somewhat from the piercing white lights above you.

Another migraine, you were prone to suffering from chronic migraines since you were a lot younger. Usually, they would only last a couple hours, a day at maximum, but recently they were persistent and caused you to deal with them for longer periods of time. Nothing seemed to shift them anymore, not water, rest, the dark, medicine, iron rich foods, nothing. It was getting to the stage where you’d have to walk around in sunglasses and noise cancelling headphones just so you could function through them.

The nurse looked at you with concern on her face, reaching over and grabbing out the trash can to pass to you just in case you were going to puke. Luckily it was just a wave of nausea, and nothing came up, but the nurse was in the process of writing you a note to go home early as it was. She could tell that you didn’t need to be here suffering like this when you couldn’t even sit up right without wanting to hurl.

“Do you have someone who can drive you home, love?” the nurse questioned.

Taking a moment to think before mumbling a weak “Eddie…” to her, she then excused herself from the office to head to the principal’s office to get them to make an announcement to bring him from class to where you were. It didn’t take long for the nurse to come back to you, it make you smile a little at the overhead announcement, knowing that everyone would assume Munson was in trouble rather than what he was needed for.

“Eddie Munson, please report to the Principal’s office immediately.”

The class he was sitting in filled with chuckles or comments about how he was in trouble again, Eddie groaned in annoyance before packing away his things and leaving class to report to the office.

“Son of a bitch” he hissed, walking down the halls in a mild tantrum.

The nurse intercepted Eddie before he made it all the way to the office, smiling and reassuring him that he wasn’t in trouble, this time. She explained that you needed a ride home and his demeanour softened instantly. Looking up from your place on the bench as the door opened, Eddie wandered in, backpack flung over his shoulder before he swipes up your bag from the floor.

“Come on then, let’s get you outta here.” He said, tone soft as the nurse passed you your absence note, along with a note for Eddie to explain why he was leaving school in the middle of the day.

You thank the nurse, quickly going to the front desk to hand in your notes and checkout for the rest of the day. Eddie walked with you to his van, putting both your bags in the trunk before opening the door for you so you can climb in, following suit and starting up the engine.

The short drive back to your place was more uncomfortable than normal. Each speed bump made you want to throw up, and the heat from the car made you sweat under your collar, Eddie had been meaning to fix the AC, he just hadn’t gotten around to it just yet.

“Home sweet home” he smiled, pulling up on your driveway and shutting the engine off. Grabbing your bags and helping you out of the car, you both head inside and he makes a point to shut the door quietly behind you rather than the slamming he usually did.

He followed you straight up to your bedroom, which was dark and cold due to the curtains being closed for a couple days now. Your bag placed alongside his on the study table, you placed your glasses on the nightstand before kicking off your shoes and falling into bed. Groaning in delight as you did, nothing could beat the cold sheets against your body when you felt this shitty.

“Can I get you anything?” he asked.

“Nah, I’m good. Thanks…” Your voice muffled by your pillow as you shake your head, you were all out of options as nothing had been making it better recently. You were almost fed up with trying. “Sledgehammer? I dunno.”

He laughed a little at that, kicking off his shoes and shutting the door behind you both before he sat beside you on the bed. Reaching over and brushing your hair away from your eyes as he looked at you with a concerned expression. He wanted to help but he truly didn’t know what he could suggest that might make you feel better in this situation.

“Have you had meds?” he asked.

“Yup.” You respond, half-heartedly.

“Food? Water?”

You nod again.

“Have you been sleeping well?”

Another nod.

“Are you under any stress?” he queried.

“I wasn’t, but now I feel like I’m being interrogated so maybe a little stress…” Raising your brow at him and peaking one eye open in his direction, trying to make light of the agony you were in, he smiled sheepishly.

“Sorry, just trying to help. Uh… Maybe some weed?” he suggests.

You weren’t a smoker; you didn’t drink alcohol or take any drugs. He knew this too, he was just desperate for a solution to your problems as none of the more traditional remedies were helping you, clearly. Shaking your head in response, slumping back down into your pillows whilst he thought.

“Head?” he suggested, voice playful at the mere thought.

“Excuse me?!” you said a lot louder than expected, caught completely off guard at his suggestion, causing you to wince as your head begun to pound in reaction to your previous query.

“I don’t know, man! I’ve heard that it’s good for migraines and stuff because it makes your body relax. Hey, don’t shoot the messenger!” hands up in the air as he got defensive, keeping his voice hushed so he wouldn’t disturb you.

Screwing up your face in disgust, you hadn’t ever even thought about trying that. The last thing you’d want at a time like this is someone between your legs, when you are dizzy and sensitive and wanting to vomit, you can’t imagine even attempting to be sexy or intimate.

“It was just a suggestion.” He laughed to himself, seeing your reaction to his option, you rolled your eyes playfully at his typically perverted ways.

Eddie spent a little longer trying to suggest things that might make you feel better, but all were things you had either already tried, or didn’t want to try. Such as getting in the bath or going for a walk to get fresh air, you didn’t have the energy to even attempt those things.

So, you both settled on just lying in your bed, you on your stomach and faceplanting the pillows, Eddie on his back looking up at the ceiling as you relaxed in peace and quiet.

——

You didn’t know who fell asleep first, or how long you had been asleep, all you knew is that it was kinda late and that you really needed to get up and pee. A groan coming from you as the moment your eyes were open, your head begun to pound again. Sitting up slowly with a wince on your face, you pull your hair away from your face into a low bun and let out an overdramatic sigh.

“Morning, Cranky” Eddie mumbled to you, peaking just one eye open from where he was laying on his back outside of the covers, glancing at his watch before looking back up at you “we napped like… three hours?”

The sun was just beginning to set outside, and you didn’t stop for a second to wonder if your parents had ever come home from work, all you knew was your bladder was screaming for your attention.

“Be right back, gotta pee.” You mumbled, prying yourself out of the comfort of the sheets to head to the bathroom. Doing your business, flushing and washing your hands before coming back into your bedroom to see Eddie now sat up in your bed with a smile on his face.

“Still hurting, hm?” he asks, clearly referring to your migraine, “I’m still suggesting you try the whole ‘head’ thing, it’s the only thing you haven’t tried apart from weed!” he insisted playfully.

You grab the pillow from the end of the bed and throw it his way with a soft giggle, stripping off your sweater as you had gotten far too warm in your sleep. You change out of your jeans in favour of just laying about in your oversized shirt and underwear, far too clammy to change into anything further.

“Stop trying to get into my pants!” you giggle again, shaking your head in playful disapproval before laying back in the sheets.

“I’m not, I’m just saying—” he started, the death glare you gave him soon shut down the idea, watching as he climbed out of the bed and wandered to the door “okay, okay, I’ll be back…” he snorts as he leaves the room.

A few minutes pass and he comes back with a cookie, Tylenol, and a fresh bottle of water. Passing all of those items to you as it had been a while since your last dose, but he didn’t want you taking anything on an empty stomach in case it made things worse. You quietly ate the cookie, took the meds and sipped at the water until it was almost completely empty, clearly far thirstier than you thought.

“Thank you” you said gratefully, Eddie just smiled across at you as if to say that it wasn’t a big deal.

“A hot bath might help?” he suggests, you shrug your shoulders at the thought as you didn’t want to go through the effort of running one. It was as if he could read your mind, he stood up and went into your bathroom and started the process of running you a hot bubble bath before you could even object.

You only moved once he called out that it was ready, scooting yourself off the end of the bed as you followed the voice. The bath was full and smelled of lavender with bubbles threatening to overflow the tub, a few candle on the sink to light the room so you weren’t subjected to the harsh light of the bathroom ceiling.

“Thank you” you smile, looking around at the effort that he had gone to to ensure that you would be okay, he excuses himself and allows you the privacy to undress and to bathe in peace.

Eddie would stay seated on your bed which was just out of visual distance from where you occupied the bath, the pair of you talking through the open doorway as you washed yourself. You feel your cheeks flush pink and your eyes go a little wide once you are ready to get out of the bath as you realise you didn’t have a towel.

“Uh… Ed? Can I have a towel please?” you call out, hearing the squeak of the bed as he comes to the rescue with a clean towel from the linen closet, stepping into the bathroom to hand it to you.

“Thank you” you offer whilst taking the towel in your hand, bath already in the process of draining when you raise yourself out of the tub, wrapping the warm towel around your middle.

Eddie clears his throat and quickly turns away from you to hide his red cheeks, having accidentally caught a glimpse of your wet and naked torso as you were climbing out to reach the towel he offered you. Watching him wander back to the bed to take the attention away from the situation as you closed the door and dried yourself off, eventually tugging on clean underwear and an oversized t shirt to sleep in later.

“Want me to throw on a movie?” he asked, to which you called out a soft “yeah!” and watched as he slipped out of your bed towards your tv. He took a couple of minutes deciding before laying on his back with his arm around your shoulders once you had joined him back in your bed, curling up into him for comfort and warmth.

The movie was just over halfway finished when you let out another grumpy sigh, irritated with the fact this pounding pain in your head hadn’t decided to shift. You were sick and tired of being so uncomfortable and in pain that you looked up at Eddie with the softest pout on your lips.

“Still hurting, huh?” he asks, nodding your head in response, “anything I can do?” his voice gentle, clearly he is desperate to try and fix this for you. You shake your head this time. “Want me to get outta here so you can see if rubbing one out helps?” he chuckles, making you blush.

“Shut up, idiot.” You giggle, smacking him lightly on the chest before wrapping your arm tighter around him to make it clear that you didn’t want him to leave you.

Not more than another ten to fifteen minutes pass before you are groaning in discomfort again. Hiding your face against his chest to shield yourself from any sound or light coming from the screen. Eddie pauses the movie, shuts off the screen so the room is dark and silent, turning his full attention back to you.

“Y/N… This isn’t good…” he whispers, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as he strokes your back and does his best to comfort you. You sigh, you knew this wasn’t good, this wasn’t exactly a blast for you to have to deal with for this long. “Are you sure there’s nothing I can do?”

You shrug your shoulders. It had gotten to the point where you were so uncomfortable and in pain that you were willing to try anything. Well, almost anything.

“Maybe I should just do thing you keep suggesting, anything is worth a damn try at this point!” Glancing up at him with an annoyed look on your face, not at him, at the situation you are in, you let out a disgruntled little noise.

“Want me to head home?” He offers, not wanting to be the person in the way or stopping you from getting any intimate time alone to attempt to cure your pain.

“No! No.. I don’t wanna be alone when I feel this shitty.” You pout, a quizzicle look on his face as he’s watching you.

“I can’t exactly just sit here though, can I? I can’t just sit and watch you doing your thing, that’s weird, isn’t it?” His tone doesn’t sound so sure of himself.

You were friends, best friends, you told each other everything and knew everything about the other. This was crossing the line… Right? Having him sitting right beside you whilst you’re doing that to yourself? That’s gotta be weird and a boundary you’re crossing even by asking… Right?

“I mean, I don’t know…” both of you had matching nervous energies and flustered pink cheeks as you avoided eye contact, the pair of you staring at your own hands whilst you fumbled through the conversation.

“Unless I just do it for you?” He offers, words tumbling out of his mouth before he’s even gotten a chance to think them through, both of you suddenly wide eyed and looking at each other.

“What?!” you softly squeak.

“I. Uh. Nothing, nothing.” He tried to backtrack, scratching the back of his neck with an awkward little laugh. You both sit in silence for a couple moments before you turn to him a little.

“You really wanna do that? For me?” Looking him up and down to see if he’s was just messing about or truly interested in helping you out in probably the most intimate way imaginable.

“I mean, why not? What could go wrong? You’re in pain, it might help you, it’s not a big deal… I don’t know” he mumbled, shrugging his shoulders and looking back down at his lap.

“Won’t that totally ruin the friendship and make things awkward if you’ve seen me in that way?” You ask shyly.

“Not if we don’t let it? Consider it a favour? You need help, I’m helping you. Next time I need like… help passing a class, you can slide me the answer sheet and call it even?” He lets out an awkward and not fully committed laugh.

You take a few seconds to think about it before the pounding in your head comes back, causing you to nod quickly in agreement.

“Okay… Deal.”

——

Looking up from your spot on the bed as your bedroom door shuts, a shy smile on Eddie’s face as he’s coming back into the room after having peeked downstairs to see if your parents were home or not… they weren’t.

You were alone, home alone with Eddie.

You were laying in the centre of your bed on your back, head in the pillows as you’re looking up at your best friend who came walking towards you, he sits beside you on the bed with his hand pressing to your thigh. Giving you a comforting squeeze as he looks down at you.

“Coast is clear” he announces softly, the both of you smiling like goofballs at one another.

He shuffles a little higher up the bed so he’s on his knees beside you, his hand moving up to cup your cheek instead. His thumb brushing back and forth along your cheekbone to soothe your nerves as you’re giggling at each other, trying to see who will step up and initiate anything.

You’d never thought about Eddie sexually before, he was your buddy. Your best friend. It was always affectionate but platonic, but something about the way he’s looking at you right now? You couldn’t deny the butterflies in your stomach. Maybe it was nerves? But there was a hint of excitement too.

“Can I kiss you?” He whispers, you immediately nod your head and close your eyes as he comes closer to you.

Eddie leaned down, tilting his head to the side and connecting your lips in a few tender kisses, you giggle into each others mouths as the nervous energy takes over. It was sweet that he didn’t want to rush you, he didn’t just get the job done and leave, he wanted to ease you into it and make sure you’re comfortable.

One of your hands cupped the back of his head and tangled in his long locks, holding him closer as you kiss one another. Massaging your fingertips against his scalp as his hand would slip up and down your bare thigh, causing you to shiver a little in response. He shuffled around slightly so that he’s laying on his side beside you, hand sneaking up under the hem of your shirt to lift the fabric up a little. His fingertips now trailing back and forth along the waistband of your underwear, waiting for your permission to go any further.

Nodding your head a little in the kiss, he’s shyly sliding his hand into the waistband of your underwear, his warm hand cupping your mound whilst his fingers would delicately swipe up and down your folds whilst you kissed one another. A little hitch of your breath makes him smile, playfully tugging at your lower lip with his teeth before kissing the skin, his fingertips moving in slow circles around your clit to start you off.

It didn’t take long for you to start to let out little noises at his touches, grinding lightly against his hand as he would alternate between massaging your clit or teasing his fingers up and down your slit. His fingers taking little time at all to become soaked by you, him kissing along your jawline whilst working towards your ear.

“May I?” He whispers, you nod in response.

He’s careful with you, delicately sliding his middle finger inside of you whilst replacing the pressure on your clit to include his thumb. He massages your bundle of nerves whilst working the finger in and out of you, curling his finger up to brush against your weak spot.

You’re groaning and dropping your head back in the pillows, legs spread open for him whilst he’s moving his finger in and out of you in a slow and steady pattern. Your underwear still on, meaning he can’t pull too far away before he’s hitting the fabric, you were grateful for the barrier keeping him close.

Easing a second finger into you, he’s slipping them in and out at a constant pace whilst his thumb would alternate between circling and rubbing your clit. His name falling from your mouth over and over, causing him to grin proudly down at you at the sound. Eddie was solid in his pants, but this wasn’t about him, this was about you. He didn’t even hint or reference himself, focusing on helping you out instead.

“M-More, please…” you whimpered, loving the stretch that his fingers cussed inside of you, your body twitching as your breathing quickened from his touch.

He smiled fondly down at you, inching his ring finger alongside his index and middle to stretch you out, the three long digits make you pulse around his fingers whilst you’re hiding in his neck and whimpering. He dropped your clit in favour of softly pumping his fingers in and out of you, a slightly quicker pace than before as he could feel you clenching around him.

One of your own hands slide between your legs so you could rub your clit whilst he took control of your needy entrance, the pair of you working together to bring you the pleasure you had craved for a while. Your lips soon connecting to muffle your noises as you felt yourself getting closer, body shaking and breathing heavily as you cursed and moaned into Eddie’s mouth. You were trying to fight it and hold back on your climax as you wanted to enjoy this for longer, but the rhythmic strums of his fingers inside of you pushed you closer to the edge.

“Cum for me?” Eddie mumbled into the kiss with a fond smile on his face, pulling back to look down at you whilst he angled his fingers a little deeper.

“Oh, shit!” You curse softly, rubbing your clit feverishly whilst he admired the way you fell apart under him. Your muscles tense up before you drop your head back and curse a little louder for him. Suddenly your walls spasm around his fingers and you’re gushing out around his digits, trembling under him as you’re gasping for air.

He lets out a soft noise of approval at the sight of you, finger fucking you through your climax until you’re whimpering from how sensitive you are. Your hands dropping back to your sides before Eddie slows his hand to a stop, slipping his fingers from you in favour of bringing them to his mouth and licking them clean.

“Yeah, that was hot. Any better?” He asks, a cocky smile on his face as you look the most relaxed you’ve been in days. Nodding your head tiredly as you look up at him with flushed cheeks and a giggle.

“Mhm, a little… Thank you.” You mumble.

Eddie laughs, half out of arrogance for being right. Half because you look so cute when you’re all spaced out and comfortable. He’s just glad he could have helped you. Leaning down, he presses a few kisses to your forehead before he excuses himself to the bathroom.

Looking up at him as he comes back into the room, a confused look on your face as he’s bringing a towel. You lift your hips when he’s hooking his fingers into your underwear, watching as he slips them down your thighs and throws them to the floor. Spreading your legs, he’s delicately wiping your wetness with the towel to clean you up.

A smile on his face as you’re making soft noises or twitching away from him, kissing both of your knees once you were all dry and ready for bed. Taking your underwear and the towel and throwing them in the laundry, before he comes back to the room and sits beside you on your bed once more.

“Did this ruin our friendship?” You ask, a small and nervous look on your face, laying on your side so you’re both face to face.

“Not at all.” He shakes his head, cupping your face in his hand and stroking his thumb along your skin whilst pressing a kiss to your nose, “if anything, it brought us closer.”

You smiled bashfully across at him, giving him a gentle kiss whilst wrapping your arms around his midsection so you’re cuddling as close as possible with him.

“Do you… Do you need anything?” You look down at his crotch and then back up at him, gesturing to the fact that you could feel he was hard against your thigh.

He’s shaking his head immediately, chuckling as he kisses your forehead once more, reassuring you that he was going to be alright.

“I’m good. This was about you, I’m just glad I was right and you’re all good now. We can worry about me another time.” Eddie says fondly, bumping your noses together before he pecks your lips.

“Are you sure?” Voice unsure of yourself, not wanting him to feel like this was one sided and like he wasn’t allowed to voice his feelings just because you didn’t feel good.

“I promise, sweetheart.” He confirms.

“Okay.. Thank you.” You giggle, realising the reality of what had just happened. Your best friend on the planet had just finger fucked you into an orgasm to soothe your headache. The both of you quietly laughing into the arms of one another as this can’t be your reality.

“Munson 1. Migraine 0.” He says proudly.

You just kiss him to stop the bragging rights he’s already trying to cash in on, giggling into his mouth before pulling away to grin up at him. Eddie pulls the blankets over the both of you and slumps against your chest, his arms around you as he yawns like a big cat.

“So, about those math answers…” he says innocently, already trying to cash in his end of the deal of you helping him pass a class.

“Consider them yours.” You mumble tiredly.

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Understand you.

description: a teenage girl, February Martin, struggling with mental health and addiction who hates talking about her feelings. she likes the fact that nobody notices. however, her best friend, Matt, starts to realize more and more that she's losing herself.

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"Feb.."

"Feb, wake up."

"February.."

"Feb! "

My eyes flickered open. I heard Sarah's voice. I looked at her. The light burned into my pupils.

"Ms. Tilson just asked you a question."

"I-I'm sorr- what? " I lifted myself up. My arms were numb.

"I asked you to identify this triangle. February. "

My eyes fixated on the board. It was blurry. I looked around and everyone's eyes were plastered to me.

"I- um- I don't know." My nails dug into my arm. I heard whispers and people were giving me looks, almost like they wanted to yell 'boo' at me.

"Miss Martin, you've been sleeping in my class almost this entire semester. "She sighed.

I didn't say anything. I wanted to. I just stared at my legs. She pinched the bridge of her nose and picked up a marker.

"Does anybody else want to try to identify the triangle? "

Hands rose like fucking springs. You idiot.

After that class, I left early. Like, 'asking to go to bathroom and then walking out of the door' early. I'm surprised I've never been caught before, after doing it at least 20 times this year. I found a gas station and sat outside on a piece of side walk and pulled out my my phone.

feb:

heyy

matt:

dude did u leave class again?

feb:

yeah lol sorry

matt:

yk your gonna get caught one day for just leaving.

feb:

it hasn't happened yet so 🤷‍♀️

matt:

ok lol. where are you?

feb:

Dan's gas station

matt:

come by my house after i get out, k?

I sighed and sat down my phone. i was going to go to a bar tonight. Get 'today' off my mind.

feb:

alright

I headed home after sitting down for about 15 minutes. If I was being honest, I didn't want to explain to my dad why I was home early, but I just wanted to go home for a little bit.

I opened the door. The creak made my body twitch. I hated this damn door.

"Dad, " I shook him.

Yep, he was knocked out.

Thank God.

His beer can spilled a little on the floor, leading me to accidently stepping in the puddle of liquid.

"Shit."

Well, that was another reason why my day sucked. I took off my now soaked converses and threw them over in the living room, rushing to my room.

My room was a mess. I didn't remember leaving it like this. I just threw myself on my bed, opening the sandwhich bag of meth I had in the corner of my bed, hidden under some covers. When Matt finds out I didn't stop using he'll be so pissed at me. His voice rang inside my head.

6:51

matt:

u still coming over?

My phone buzzes beside me. I woke up as my body was leaned off the bed.

I was definitely high. .

feb:

I cut my phone off and tried to get up. My head got dizzy and my vision went black.

It's okay, maybe he won't notice.

I put on a dark blue sweatshirt, put on a pair of sneakers, and walked out of my room, down the stairs.

Dad was still fast asleep. Part of me didn't really care and wanted to let him sleep but the other part of me wanted to wake him up and make sure he didn't die in his sleep. I was almost out the door when I sighed and turned back around and made my way to my dad and put my finger under his nose to make sure he was breathing.

He was, thank God.

I walked back to the door and walked out. I forgot to lock it but, it's a small neighborhood, I think it'll be okay.

I must've not been too high, I could still function. I was kinda dizzy still. Hopefully, I don't get hit by a car as I'm walking to Matt's.

feb:

im on my way

I slid my phone in the pocket of my sweats. and speed-walked down the street and curved a couple corners until I made it to his house. He had a better house then me, it was bigger and cleaner. He loves to clean, so that makes sense.

feb:

here

A couple seconds later, Matt's blue eye met mine. He greets me with a big smile.

"Hey, kid," He said, poking out his hand, gesturing to do our handshake.

I smiled and grabbed his hand, "Bro I said stop calling me kid, you're literally younger then me," I laughed.

"By what? 4 months?" He said furrowing his eyebrows and smiling.

We both laughed and I walked into his house fully.

"Parents are at work, so we're definitely using the kitchen." He said, chuckling.

"Aww, mann, but Marylou and Jimmy are the only reason I even come here," I teased.

He laughed and we walked up the stairs to him room. He had an awesome room. His LED lights were always on green, he had a huge bed, and a big blue bean bag chair. He had a huge gaming set up, and a walk in closet with band posters stuck to it from top to bottom.

I plopped on his bed and kicked off my shoes. He climbed beside me.

"Dude, I saw this movie on TikTok, it's about some psyco killer clown. It seems pretty badass. "

I was zoned out, my head in the clouds, I almost didn't hear what Matt said.

"Alright, " I said with an unconvincing laugh.

I could tell he was confused on my lack of excitement because I saw him look at me from the corner of my eye.

He cut of the tv, and put it to the movie. My head was killing me. I clenched my eyes shut and winced a little. He tapped on my shoulder.

"Are you good bro?' He said, with a little bit of a laugh.

"Yeah, duh" I said sarcastically.

The movie played for at least 10 minutes before my vision went black again and I got dizzy. I started to lean back a little bit.

"Feb." He said, seriously. So seriously, it kind of scared me.

"What?" I said innocently, as I looked him.

He looked at me, squinting his eyes a bit. He parted his lips and frowned at me.

'You're using again. " he sighed.

"What? Matt. I'm not. I'm no- not."

I looked at him. I could see his eyes start to water.

"Feb, you promised me you'd stop. You promised me." He looked at me, with glossy eyes.

"Matt, I- I'm n-" My voice cracked. My eyes swelled with tears. "I can't, Matt."

Matt wiped his hand over his mouth. I could see a tear, screaming to come out of his eye.

I covered my mouth with my hand. I tried not to cry. I closed my eyes to try to keep the tears in.

He leaned over me, putting his hands on my arms. He looked at me, he didn't say anything. It was almost like he was waiting for the whole world to disappear and it just be us.

"February," He spoke, "It's okay."

He took his thumb and wiped his thumb across my face.

"You're my best friend Feb. You told me you were getting better. You told me that you stopped."

"Matt, I- I'm sorry." I sighed.

"What's going on? You first started using when your grandma died. That was your worst breaking point. That was 3 years ago. What's going on now? " He whispered.

"Nothing, Matt. Nothing, I promise."

"February, talk to me."

"You won't understand."

"You're my best friend, I understand you, Kid"

"My dad." I whispered.

"Your dad? What's wrong with your dad?" Matt asked concerned.

"He misses Mom, Matt. Last month was her birthday. He's been isolating since." My voice cracked.

Fuck, don't cry again February.

Matt pulled me into a hug. I put my face into the crook of his neck, trying not to cry.

"I'm so sorry. " He whispered as he rested his chin on my head. "Can you stay tonight? I just want to make sure you're okay."

I breathed out and wiped the tears off my eyes and nodded."

"I'm here for you, February. For fucking ever."

I chuckled, and we laid back and continued watching the movie.

#matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #no smut #matthew sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic

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galaxyseclipse · 4 days

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remember this post where I talked about Splat3 animations?

I'm coming back to state my evidence, but because tumblr's weird, I can't do it as a reblog(APPARENTLY)

anyway, back to what I was actually gonna say before having to redo this post!

I went and actually looked and I'm pretty sure I'm right lol

so this requires a(hopefully) small amount of explanation first:

in Splat1, most -if not all- of the tentacle animation was baked into the animations for the models, so if you were to view them in, say, Switch Toolbox, they would move.

Splat3 doesn't do this, as(I'm assuming) it relies almost completely on physics within the game engine to make the tentacles move, so they stay in their rest position when the animation is viewed outside of the game. There are exceptions: cutscenes and the player make, for instance.

Obviously this is best seen with Callie(or Marina I guess), because unlike the player her tentacles aren't a separate file from her body.

that's not a normal, are you okay, ma'am?

but they don't do this with her City of Color animations

that's better :)

alright, explanation over

that difference is what prompted me to look into this at all

so, like any normal/functional adult would do, I did a side-by-side, almost-frame-perfect comparison between the games:

please ignore how much larger Callie is in Splat1, Splat3 models are ver smol

and... yeah, it's the same animations, the only real difference is that her little hat thing goes a lot higher in the new one

this causes her tentacles to swing around a ton in the game, because it's using both methods

youtube

thank you, Birds Are Nice on YouTube

they look so silly, like they weigh almost nothing

P.S. don't take this as me being like "bleh, game devs lazy!", I think I get why they did it, and it's just funny to me

that's all :)

P.P.S. if you play any of her story mode/tableturf animations on her idol outfit they do this:

very silly

#Marie's do all this too but it's a little less noticeable cause hers are shorter and don't move as much in general #splatoon #splatoon 3 #callie splatoon #digging through game files is fun :)#Youtube

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animephantom · 3 months

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Delicious in Dungeon, Episode 5: Snacks/Sorbet

We're back again, albeit a couple of days late. Shouting from the rooftops again, DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVEN'T READ THE MANGA OR WATCHED THE EPISODE IN ORDER TO AVOID SPOILERS. REPEAT, THIS IS A SPOILER WARNING.

With that out of the way, I'll start by saying I have high hopes for this week's episode. While I had complaints about the previous one, I feel like the plot's been set up to a point where things are about to start moving for real. To be fair, assuming this is a 12 episode season, we're almost halfway done, so I'd really hope to see SOME movement here.

@collectoroflovelythings has advised me that this should be a 24 episode season, and that's so goddamn nice. More episodes means a much gentler pace than your usual faire, and it gives us time to appreciate the world more!

With the intro and hopefully enough content to hide spoilers from casual eyes, let's get into this week's episode, Snacks/Sorbet.

I really like that we start off seeing a different party eating at a tavern. It gives us contrast between the main characters and the rest of the world. Doing things the way they do is absolutely not the norm, and seeing the way other parties function is really cool.

Can I get into the character design for a sec? Because how cool are these guys? Like, Kabru's armor is actually practical? And I really like how he and his crew are just people. Perhaps a bit overconfident, but I think we'll see that corrected when they meet Senshi and co.

This guy's also a prankster, and I'm always a sucker for that archetype. He's hella cute, isn't he? And I love that the caster in the party has little time for his bullshit.

So we join them on their trip into The Dungeon. And unlike Senshi's crew, they're practically rolling in gear, cash, but sometimes more money really means more problems.

Speaking of money problems, holy shit the monster design in this show is so fun! Gold Coin Scarab Beetles? I figured the treasure would be cursed or something, but no, we've got a swarm of insects capable of taking out well equipped parties!

Seriously, look at these guys. There's beauty in simplicity, and it's very clear what's supposed to be happening with these guys. Like mimics, they lie in wait for unsuspecting adventurers to touch them before revealing their true selves and the threat they pose.

Of course Marcille is terrified of them. At least she blasts a stun spell instead of a fireball or something. If I used these guys in one of my D&D games, they'd be getting nuked so fast, but I still think they're so cool.

Something I've noticed is that this show tends to eschew typical supernatural stuff like curses or possession, instead opting to create a space in the Dungeon's ecosystem for new ideas like this. I love how this translates to the Adventurers having their own niche in that ecosystem too. It's as though the Dungeon wants adventurers to come in!

Also, the show didn't have to show us that the insects are sexually dimorphic, but I fucking love that it does. Straight up, it's detail like this that keeps me coming back.

I wonder how you'd eat them? Are we gonna make Bugsnax?

We are!

This episode's first recipe is a variety of snacks and what looks like a jelly.

Sometimes, when delving the Dungeon, you're a little hungry, but not so hungry you need a meal. That's when you have a snack instead! A little pick me up to make the trip a bit nicer. Personally I love the necklace Dango. I'd one hundred percent eat these guys.

An interesting thing Senshi brings up is that Dungeon monsters are always tastier than surface monsters. I wonder why that is? Is it the environment? And they taste better from deeper in the Dungeon too.

It's also really nice to see Laios bonding with Keisuke, his sword, who warned him to the danger the Treasure Insects presented. It's just cute to see the two of them begin to form a symbiotic relationship. Not a new plot point, but always one I like.

Leave it to Senshi, who cares not one whit about fortune, to neglect mentioning that the inedible 'bugs' were real treasure. No further commentary, I love this man and deeply wish to play him in a D&D game.

Remember how I said the show doesn't go for the supernatural? I wasn't quite right, because it's here we're introduced to ghosts. The party tries to leave, and in the process of fleeing Laios drops his sandwich, getting his ass frozen by these grabby assholes.

It's also nice to get some characterization of other people who've been in the party. We haven't seen much of Laios's sister, Falin, but it's so cool to see her resolve problems without violence, opting for the kindest possible option to handle a ghostly encounter of her own.

I hope that when she's rescued she retains this gentle demeanor. To me it makes the show feel that little bit kinder, which is one of the reasons I wanted to even watch it. I was looking for something comfortable and kind, which is exactly what I'm mostly getting from it, fantasy racism aside.

This is so fucking cool. The party's being chased by ghosts, and it looks like there's no way to fend them off, but the ever resourceful Senshi has an idea: let's make holy water out of what we have on hand! As a DM, I fucking LOVE when my players have wild ideas like these. "No cleric around to bless, so let's try using a bunch of different items that folks consider holy, like salt, but I'm gonna use sugar instead because I don't have salt, booze, candles and fire to keep that evil the hell away from ya."

This man is so iconic, I really love him. I really wanna play him in a game. It's obvious he's making it up as he's going along, but I would 100% allow this to work. It's so clever, so ingenious, I'd be insane to say "Despite your cleverness, the mixture appears to have no effect."

Seriously, just look at this fucking man! This guy has been playing D&D for a very long time and he's just having fun with the character at this point. He built something weird, and he knows it.

And when the party joins in on the insanity, it's all the better.

This also happens to be the second recipe of the episode!

Exorcism Sorbet, made by combining the ingredients for our Intercultural Holy Water in a jar and swinging that jar through ghosts until the mixture combines into a soft, delicious frozen treat!

I'd have preferred a screencap from the anime, but alas Netflix is dumb and prevented me from taking one.

I think it's really funny how hesitant Marcille and Chilchuk are to eat this, even after all this time eating 'questionable' foods made by Senshi and Laios. I mean, you'd think they trust their party members by now! But that's also just a part of the episode formula. Senshi and Laios make food from thing they fought, Chilchuk and Marcille ask if it's even edible, Laios takes the first bite and proclaims its deliciousness, and everyone else eats, marveling at how good it is.

This isn't a complaint, by the way! I actually really like this part every time.

It's also always funny to me when Laios says something weird that catches the party off guard, like "We're kinda lucky my sister got eaten by a dragon, or we'd never be having this sorbet!" Like, dude. Even Senshi's like "Some things are better kept to yourself." Way to stick your foot in your mouth, my guy!

This week's episode was so fun. I enjoyed every part of it, and can't wait to see the party from the beginning of the episode again! I want to see how normal adventurers feel about our odd duck cohort. 9/10, would watch again with no hesitation.

With that, we close out until next time. Tune in again next week for more reviews of Delicious in Dungeon, but only partway through because I write these live.

#delicious in dungeon #anime #anime review #anime art #senshi dungeon meshi #laios dungeon meshi

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Quick Thoughts on Canto 5

Okay, just finished up Canto 5's latest stage and I've gotta' say this is probably gonna' be one of the better chapters if it keeps going the way it's going. On the tierlist I'd put it between the beginning of Sinclair's chapter and Gregor's in terms of introductions. Now whether this is going to drag as much as Yi Sang's chapter in terms of battles is it something yet known.

Anyway, wanted to condense my thoughts real quick before moving onto other things.

Gameplay

Boy, the eventually Negative Coin Ishmael ID is gonna' kick ass in this chapter whenever they reveal it.

No seriously, the fact that Ish has this crippling of a debuff makes me fume almost as much as Sinclair's story debuff in his chapter. Starting at -35 sanity when all of Ishmael's current IDs are positive coin IDs is just hell on earth. I usually make it a rule to have the starring sinner in all their chapter stages and be in their base ID for thematic effect, but this debuff made me 180 on that rule and at least give myself the ability to pick her IDs. Extra attack power is useless on a character who needs to be at high sanity to function, and Ish has no low sanity IDs yet, so this is either a massive tease to the eventually 3-star ID that'll put Nclair to shame, or just an asshole move by the game developers.

On that note,

Allen X, Before Canto 5 Dropped: "Oh boy, a new Canto, hopefully they'll change up the weakness to finally kill the blunt meta an-" *pirates are weak to blunt*

... ... ...

Seriously, this actually pissed me off a little until the mermaids were weak to Pride, Wrath, and Pierce... just in time for me to spend all my resources buff my blunt IDs to level 40. At least we'll have some time until the next portion of the chapter opens up to start grinding materials for the pierce IDs we got since it seems Mermaids are gonna' be the next big enemy this time around. Still, it's a bit annoying to have a new chapter with the same tired meta IDs putting in the work, at least in terms of damage type.

Also, these fights take a little longer than the other chapters. Maybe that's because I haven't truly maxed out my teams yet, but I just barely got the EX conditions for 5-19, and I had to spam EGO to make that happen. Outis and Yi Sang were a godsend this time around.

Story

I'll save the majority of my thoughts for when I finish reading the full chapter, but so far I've been enjoying the story.

I think this does a better job at giving all the sinners some screentime than others. Already we've got some good development from Rodion, Meursault, Sinclair, Outis, Yi Sang who already had his chapter/spotlight, and even Dante of all people. This has been a real nice treat and gives me hope that more characters than Ishmael will come out of this with some new perspectives and peace of mind.

Speaking of, Ishmael's slow descent into madness is interesting to watch, and unlike most times this happens in other stories it feels like there's some purpose to Ish losing her grip on things aside from the need of story tension and angst. I'm surprised how little I'm annoyed by it all, since this type of arc tends to be really poorly written and only serves to make me hate the character. Maybe it's because characters like Outis and Rodion are actively annoyed and quietly reprimanding Ish respectively, maybe it's Dante actually stepping up as a manager and having some semblance of control over his employees in terms of authority and understanding them. Or maybe I'm just a bit of an Ishmael apologist and I'm willing to let Women's Wrongs™ happen when it's one of my favorite characters, who can really say.

I'm going to keep my deeper thoughts on the plot to myself since the story isn't finished yet, but in terms of my more basic thoughts I looking forward to things.

#your dictator is speaking #limbus company

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oflgtfol · 3 months

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anyway here's some more pics of my town :D starting with the little town square-ish area i had shown last time

now ALSO including a little garden area for where i'm gonna put each of the crown statues! gonna try to arrange them in the same way the doors are arranged. i have one more mini boss to go before i face kallamar so he will be my next addition hopefully by tomorrow :)

the fountain had originally been in my cemetery (pictured below) but then i unlocked the pond and wanted to put the pond in this garden, but its too big to fit in this space, but the fountain fit, so i stuck the fountain in instead. and i actually like it better bc yknow its gonna have all 4 bishop crowns won after i kill them all and at the very center is the weeping red crown? hell yeah. woo

here's the shrine behind the town square. nothing special since you cant really decorate inside this area but i did put those wreaths up behind it and also i just think it looks cool when its all lit up like that. also i had killed one of the night spiders on my very first day and it left behind this skull thing so i keep it there in front of the shrine as decor :)

entry walkway down to the shrine area. to the left of this will be the residential area, not finished yet, and to the right is the farm area, sort of finished but not fully functional yet. i love how the lanterns look at night theyre so cute :D

cemetery area. the arrangement of the crypts isnt set yet and will of course need to adapt as i need more over time but this is the main idea of it. behind the crypt on the left is actually a singular grave for my very first follower, kept separate so that she will be remembered properly. rip U_U

#brot plays cult of the lamb #sorry modt of my pics are at night #i just love the night time lighting #and also all my followers are asleep so i gotta keep myself occupied. wips out photo mode. lol

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deluweil · 1 year

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My biggest question is: how are they going to wrap all the stories in 40 minutes!?!!??

There’s a lot to tell: Madney, the bridge thing, the sperm donor story, Natalia/Marisol, hopefully some Buddie…

I’m really intrigued about how they’re gonna play it all!

It's a LOT for 40 minutes, I am not completely sure that they can wrap all of it up in one episode.

I have a feeling that for all of KR love for wrapping up stories for the season, this one has the potential to end on a cliffhanger.

I believe that the Madney situation may only be resolved next season, the bridge thing is totally dependent on when in the episode it happens, if it is at the end of 6x17, like 4x13 when Eddie was shot? Or maybe a cliffhanger where we're left to wonder if one of our favorite firefighters live through this disaster.

Buck's talk with Connor told me two things, one Connor is not entirely sure he wants a baby or ready to have one, now that it's a reality, and something is waiting just around the corner for Buck.

Now the clown in me says that all the references from both Buck and Eddie to the future and things becoming very real very soon have a hidden, or maybe not so hidden, message that buddie canon is very near. I'm optimistic that way.

So Buck, imo, came to terms with the sperm donor thing, but I don't think the couple itself has their story resolved. I'm semi hoping they ask Buck to be godfather, or for Connor to get cold feet and for Cameron to come to Buck for help with her birth and later with the baby.

But those are all fanfics materials lol, we'll see.

The Cameron thing, imo, will probably happen in the beginning of the episode, thus leaving the firefam to maybe discuss it as the universe screams at them again, that life is short and they're wasting time.

I'm thinking maybe Natalia helps Buck come to terms with something, and they separate as friends or whatever, because dating Natalia will be pretty much dating Taylor under another profession, but same attitude.

Natalia is an interesting character, but she doesn't feel concrete enough to stick around, I think she's just a way for Buck to move past his ordeal and come to terms with whatever is holding him back now.

In my experience, those that find death fascinating were either touched by it (family members or trauma of some sort) or are facing the possibility of their own mortality, Natalia's motives to why she chose to be a death doula may shed light on what her function in this story is. -So if the disaster doesn't happen at the beginning of the episode, Natalia may show up to wrap up her appearance in this show at the beginning of 6x18.

Marisol, I'm pretty sure, is one if the victims most probably, in the bridge crash, I can't see any reason as to why she would suddenly show up, unless it's another one of Pepa's attempts at matchmaking lol.

If they do manage, by some miracle, to shove all of those things into one episode, it will probably end up being hurried and leave us with the same unsatisfied feeling we all experienced at the end of 3x18. (At least for me and my mutuals.) The train wreck resolution felt very anticlimactic, so I'm hoping 6x18 doesn't suffer the same fate.

As I've said before, this whole season we've been counting down to some bonus, as far as I'm concerned, it's time to put up or shut up, because we can't have so much character developments on all levels with all the characters only to be fated to watch them making the same mistakes all over again.

I do hope that we get a Bobby sending Buck away, while he and Ravi try to get to Eddie. While Buck, worried about Eddie, is making his way to save his older sister Hen and his future brother in law.

It's known from one of the bts pic that Chimney will be hurt badly, so I'm expecting something, emotional and heart-wrenching and frantic maybe, and maybe a little crazy Buck stunt 👀

I'm hoping, that once Eddie and Buck reunite we'll finally get a hug or better yet, a desperate 'you're a sight for sore eyes, I fucking love you' kiss.

Manifest with me 🙏✨️✨️✨️

Ps. Also manifest Buck's couch catching fire and Buck moving to the Diaz household where his favorite and chosen couch resides. 😌✨️🙏

#911 6x18 speculations #911 speculations #911 spoilers #too many guest stars #very confusing #but I'm excited for this episode #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #bobby nash #chimney han #hen wilson #ravi panikkar #118 firefam #911 fox #911 on fox #manifesting ✨️ ✨️ ✨️

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loverlylight · 4 months

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It's just... I dunno. I don't know how to feel about the fact that unless something changes I'm going to be alive in 2024. Spent so much of this year hoping I wouldn't and willing to do something to prevent it but life goes on and time passes and you manage to shove all the little shards into something that at least holds A shape. I'm just... I'm trying. Still don't want to, but I'm trying. I've gotten better at letting the pain exist, I guess? Still don't want to deal with it, still don't want to deal with pretty much anything that comes with life, but now I just don't bother trying to think of a way out because the only way out isn't an option. And I'm trying to do things that make things bearable, I don't think there's anything that could get me to a place of wanting to be alive but I'm putting in the effort to at least get to a place where I'm some level of functional and engaged. But I'd still take death over life if there was an option to do so that would cause zero harm to others, but there isn't so here I still am and it seems like here I'll stay for a while. It's kinda funny, I remember talking with Dad and it's like, yeah, I'd rather something hurt myself than hurt someone I care about but it's not because I'm like a good person or selfless or whatever, it just hurts me more when people I care about hurt than when I hurt, if that makes sense? Like, if I'm suffering, physically or emotionally or whatever, I'm used to it, I know what it feels like and how bad it is. But if someone I love is hurting it's just torture 'cause it leaves me feeling so useless and I just... I dunno, this is rambly and I don't know what I was trying to say. In a little over two weeks it'll be 2024, and not that long ago I'd been preparing outside of my normal desires to make sure I'd die first, tried to pick a date where it'd cause the least disruption for everyone else. Funnily enough, I was dealing with the aftermath of a VERY narrowly avoided attempt so things were so hectic the date passed and I had forgotten that was the date I chose and it's like how you can't start doing something at, like, 3:07, it was like well guess I missed my chance. :/ Anyway, thought I was wrapping this up a while back but apparently not? Hopefully gonna get some more sleep tonight, at least.

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i've never gotten in a fight before, what's it like to get punched in earnest?

It depends! How hard the punch is and where the punch lands are the main factors. Also, everyone is built different, so my experience won't be quite the same as someone else's, but if you're curious here's mine:

If you got your guard up and take a hit to your arms, it stings but it ain't bad at all really. Same for anything padded with muscle like the chest or thigh or back. Like unless it hits the funny bone or some other weird nerve, it's just whatever imo.

Getting punched in the solar plexus can hurt like hell and knock the wind outta you, but if you keep your abdominals tensed it really reduces the damage of the blow, and makes a lot of body shots feel like nothin. Still gotta be careful about it though, obviously, a punch to the gut is way better than a punch to the solar plexus, but yeah. Surprisingly I've never had a broken rib but I expect that would hurt like hell too so just keep your guard up and stay mobile and hopefully you just never have to worry bout it lmao.

A punch to the face is complicated. The nose and temple are the worst, in my experience, the pain being immediate and sharp. The nose is sensitive and bleeds a lot, it's annoying.

When I've been punched in the cheek, jaw, or eye (which obviously fucks up yer vision), the pain wasn't immediate, it took a few seconds, by which point the adrenaline kicked in. The first punch to the face typically stuns you, there's a moment of shock especially if you weren't expecting it, and for me it was surprisingly less painful than I expected, which I'm sure hasn't been everyone's experience, but you'll definitely be feelin it the next morning regardless.

Your mouth is filled with sharp rocks (teeth) so the first place you start bleeding is typically in there (wear a mouthguard), but when I'm wearing a mouthguard I don't even notice it until after the fight. With fighting as with sex, always always use protection. Not just mouthguard but hand-wraps too, you do not wanna fight with unwrapped fists, you'll fuck up your hands so fast and it'll suck.

If you get punched at the right force and angle, you might start "seeing stars" which is where these little flecks of golden light drift around your vision like dust motes -- this indicates your brain got jostled. For me the headache hits in waves radiating from within, and like, the best way I can describe it is a "cold" pain, as opposed to the "hot" pain you get with like a cut on your skin.

Everyone is a little different in terms of how the adrenaline hits em. For me it's like this. Your brain is switching over to fight mode, where words don't exist, just movement. All communication sounds muffled, complex sentences are just noise, time feels like water, and you are bursting with energy. It's exhilarating, and for some folks, like me, it makes minor pain from punches somehow feel great, kinda feels like stretching out your muscles after a long car ride, it's hard to explain, but the function of that is that it makes it easier to shrug off blows and move confidently, which is important cuz bein afraid of gettin hit can be a huge hindrance.

The final factor is context. And this is a surprisingly important one. If we're talkin boxing or mma or just fighting with friends for fun, it's great and it hurts less. Especially with friends, they ain't gonna want to seriously injure you so overall it's just exhilarating and fun. I'll come out of a friendly match covered in bruises and glowing. But a serious fight, with hard feelings or actual danger, sucks, it hurts more and can be traumatic, so, as much as I love to pick fights, consent is everything.

I do genuinely recommend boxing or whatever other martial art really appeals to you, if that's ever somethin you're interested in. Not every gym is gonna be right for you, and some fights are gonna turn south unexpectedly, but for me the hobby itself has been really empowering (not counting these pandemic years, since I can't fight anyone) and, weirdly, it gives me gender euphoria lol. It ain't for everyone but I love it.

#orcspeak #i expect a lot of folks have very different experiences than me on this one but yeh whatever

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Title:Prank wars

Summary: Becky and Seth and their partner the reader have annual prank wars. Who’s gonna win this time?

Every year since you and your partners Seth and Becky have been together, you have had a yearly prank war. Not gonna lie, sometimes it gets out of hand. The rules are simple, the person with the best prank wins. It's judged by a non-partial person, your mutual friend Roman Reigns. To say that Seth and Becky are competitive is an understatement. Last year Becky won the prank war, and the year before that Seth won. So you made it your mission to win this one. You had a brilliant idea. There was no way you could lose. That brings us to where we are at right now, at some random hotel for Monday Night Raw. Not the ideal place for a prank war. but you only got twenty-fours to do it. unfortunately, the annual day fell on a Monday. You were gonna take the war to work. Hopefully, your bosses will understand.

You were woken by the sound of someone yelling.

"Ahhhhh" Seth yelled, he was standing in the middle of the doorway soaking wet. There was a bucket at the top of the door that was hanging upside. Ah, the classic water bucket prank. sucks to be Seth, you thought.

"Hahahaha you little weirdos, I got you!" Your girlfriend Becky laughed.

"It is 7 AM, how did you even have time to do this? When did you do this?" Asked Seth as he had managed to grab a towel to dry off.

"I got up at 6 am to do it, it was totally worth it too! You should have seen your face. It was all" Becky mimicked the surprised look that was on Seth's face. As you let a laugh.

"Okay, okay, I will admit you got me good. But that just means I'm gonna have to get you back even better. So Becky keep one eye open at all times because you never know when I'll strike" He told her as he wrapped his arms around her to tickle her.

"Hahaha Y/N, help me hahahaha" Becky said through laughter trying to escape Seth's grasp. You got up and walked over to them and you started helping Seth tickle Becky.

"Traitor!" Becky shouted out. As she looked at Seth, both communicating with just their eyes. You didn't know what until you felt them both start to tickle you. You squealed and try to wiggle away but it was no use. They were vicious.

"Hahaha okay, stop" you said through laughter. They eventually stopped.

"I'm hungry, should we order room service or eat in the banquet hall?" Seth asked you both turning to look at you two.

"Banquet hall"

"Room service"

"Okay, let's flip a coin. Heads we do room service, tails we eat at the banquet hall." Seth flipped a coin and landed on heads. Which you were excited about because you did not want to go eat in the banquet hall.

"Y/N, you order room service and I'm gonna go change out of these wet clothes." Seth told you, as you nodded picking up the phone to order. You order 3 breakfast special, the waiter gave you a wait time of ten minutes which you and Becky both took advantage of to also change into some fresh clothes. By the time the three of you were done, breakfast was here. You three sat at the table and ate. You couldn't fathom why Seth kept looking at you with a mischievous glint in his eye until you drank your coffee which he poured for you.

"Blah what the hell is in this, it tastes like garbage"

"My coffee taste just fine, does yours Becky?" Seth asked with a smirk on his face. As he sipped his coffee before setting it down. As to show you there was nothing wrong with it.

"My coffee tastes fine as well." Becky looked confused at both Seth and you.

"Well mine taste like shit, so I wanna which one of you did something to it. Wait a minute, Seth you poured me a coffee! What the hell did you do to it?!" You practically yelled. They both know you couldn't function this early without caffeine.

"Okay, you got me. I put salt instead of sugar in it. Classic" he laughed.

"That's hilarious! I wish I thought of that!" Becky told him through her own laughter as well. They high-five each other.

It seemed the only one that wasn't laughing was you, with good reason. You were gonna get Seth back. You didn't know how at this exact moment but you knew it was gonna be epic.

"Laugh it up you two! We still got the rest of the day. They said revenge is best served cold, well you Seth my love, are about to find out how cold." As you grabbed Becky's coffee before drinking it.

"Hey! That's mine."

"Not anymore beautiful. It's mine." You told her setting the cup on the other side of you so she wouldn't snatch it back.

"Bring it on, Princess."

"Consider it brought, Sethy." He hated when you called him that but you didn't exactly care at this moment.

A couple of hours have passed and you were all at the arena. You managed to sneak a spider in Becky's suitcase, she was scared of them. You have been patiently waiting for her to open her suitcase. Lucky for you, you no longer had to wait to see her reaction. Because you heard it, all the way in catering. Getting up and running to your shared locker room, you saw two things Becky looking terrified and Seth standing on top of the couch.

"Oh, I see you found my pet spider. I call him Bob."

"Get that thing out of our fookin locker room now!" She glared at you. You smirked at her as you picked it up. Not gonna lie, you were also a little freaked out by spiders but you didn't mind at this moment. Because the look on Becky's and Seth's faces was enough to distract you of your fear.

"Where did you even get the stupid thing?" Seth asked you as he slowly got down. You held it to him as he pushed Becky in front of him. She glared at him before moving back to her suitcase and grabbing her ring gear.

"I got him from the production truck guy, he said I could borrow him. Ain't he a cutie? Come on guys pet him! This one isn't even poisonous." You told them as you held the spider "Bob" out to them.

"Get it out of the locker room NOW." Becky told you sternly. As you huffed before you made your way out of the locker room and towards the production truck. You approached Bob's owner, Tim who was currently setting things up for raw.

"Here Tim, they were freaked! Thanks again for letting me borrow him."

"Sure thing, Y/N Anytime" with that you said your goodbyes and left to get ready for your own match.

Walking in and going over to your own suitcase, you quickly put on your ring gear. You had a match against Carmella. Becky was facing Alexa, and Seth had a segment to do.

"The spider thing is definitely gonna win."

"The spider thing is gonna be what gets you on dishes duty for the month" Becky told you wrapping her wrists with tape.

"Yeah well I'm winning the prank war, and we all know what the winner gets."

"The day isn't over, I still got a couple of pranks up my sleeves," Seth told you both as he stood up to go leave for his segment.

You looked at Becky with a smirk on your face.

"What? What did you do this time?"

"Just watch the tv, this one is what gets me the win." You both turned to the tv to watch Seth's segment. Right before it ended, green goo fell on him and all over the ring. He was slipping and sliding all over that place.

Both Becky and you started laughing.

"Okay, that ones is good. How did you get the okay to do that?"

"I asked Vince and he said yes, I however have to work both raw and smackdown live events. But it's totally worth it."

"Y/N" Seth yelled your name storming into the locker and almost falling. As you started laughing even harder.

"Seriously? The last time this happened it took weeks to get out of my hair! You have been spending way too much time with Moxley."

"Yeah, I will admit this idea came from him. You both do know, that we could put an end to this right now? Just say the words." You told them as they both looked at each other before nodding.

"Fine, I'm out."

"So am I"

"Shall we get Roman to decide or do you both agree that I won?"

"Yes, you brat. You won." Seth told you as he made his way to the shower.

"You won, when do you want to cash in your prize?" Becky asked you as she moved to sit back down on the couch.

"Later, after the show." You told them.

Later came sooner than you thought, you all were making your way to the outside parking lot. Your car wasn't that hard to spot considering good old Becks covered all of it in sticky notes. Which was gonna suck to take off.

"Really Becky? at which point did you do this?"

"When you left to get the spider."

"Alright then, Seth don't forget to stop to get the supplies for my surprise."

"I won't." He begrudgingly told you.

It was thirty minutes later when you made it back to the hotel and one hour after that Both Becky and Seth were ready to give you your prize.

They were both dressed up in maid costumes as they each had a cupcake in hand.

"Don't forget to smile." You told them as they both plastered on huge fake smiles. You hit play on the tv which was on the YouTube channel about to be playing sexy back by Justin Timberlake.

Yeah, you could get used to winning.

(A/N I don't own anything but the plot. I hope you enjoyed it! Thank you for reading :).

#becky lynch #becky lynch imagine #seth rollins #seth rollins imagines #seth rollins x becky lynch x reader #becky lynch x reader #seth rollins x reader

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do you think tutoring/freelancing is better/easier than being a full-time teacher

i mean, that's obviously very subjective - a friend of mine was a tutor as her main gig for a long time to pay the bills while doing opera directing, and she wound up deciding to get her master's in teaching (secondary level, i.e. middle/high school), and now she's teaching english at an academically selective public high school and seems overall pretty happy with the switch. but for me, like, yeah, no question. the major downside is the financial piece. i am lucky that when i sent out a bunch of applications i got picked up by a company that pays me a good hourly rate, regularly sends me clients, and is pretty nice to work for. but i am definitely still figuring out the financial piece & currently making a lot less than i did per year as a teacher, with a higher effective tax rate because of self-employment tax (15.3% of 92.35% of your net earnings from self-employment, which is covered by your employer if you are a w-2 employee - if i calculated right my effective tax rate is a little under 31% and i am expecting to clear less than 40k this year). this is my first full calendar year of it and i'm definitely still learning the ups & downs of the calendar, and am lucky that i have been able some months to ask my partner to write the rent check and i'll pay him back a few days later when my next paycheck clears. i also domestic partnered with my dude when i quit my teaching job so i could go on his health insurance, & without that i would probably be paying maybe slightly less monthly for insurance but it would be insurance that functions like being uninsured because (having been on it before i can tell you) ACA insurance in new york is so, so, so so so so so so bad. nobody fucking takes it and any remotely affordable plan involves a deductible high enough to i guess maybe prevent you from going bankrupt in case of emergency (which is important but which i'm also like genuinely unsure about bc like what if you get hit by a car and the ambulance takes you to a hospital that doesn't take your shitty insurance that fucking no one in this city accepts?) but otherwise basically mean you will be paying out of pocket for everything anyway. this is all why i think that next year i am gonna start trying in earnest to figure out how to pick up more clients on my own so that i can charge my own rates and hopefully build them up over time to something where i'm not like, sweating when it's spring break and half my clients are in europe or whatever. (my friend still does tutoring on the side and her rates are hella high - the best paying clients i've had have been people she referred over to me because i just charged them whatever she would have quoted and rich people in new york will pay crazy ass money for basically anything.)

but like as a job? yeah, it's easier, no question. i like being able to wake up without an alarm and work out or do chores in the middle of the day and waking up with period cramps and deciding that today the standards will be lower and opening tumblr to answer an ask while i pray for the advil to kick in (lol). i like that i can say i mostly don't work wednesdays so i didn't have to give up the volunteer commitment i picked up when i was Figuring Stuff Out in peak covid times which has also become the source of like half of my social contact. my finances are more precarious than they were but based on my friend's experience i am cautiously optimistic that won't always be the case and in the meantime i am pretty much paying my bills working substantially less than 40 hours a week. the lifestyle agrees with me, a lot, now that i have Evolved enough in my Journey that i no longer want my remunerative work to also be the primary filler of my emotional needs, lol - when i was younger i actively wanted a job that would demand a lot of me, and the fact that i no longer to do definitely has partly to do with teaching burnout but also because i figured out how to get other things to make me feel happy and fulfilled.

i also am better at it. my strength as a teacher i think was always in the actual teaching part, but to be a classroom teacher, especially in elementary school, you need to be good at like 900 fucking different things, and i sucked at a lot of them. i never got to a place in years of working with kids where i felt like i could reliably handle a group of kids, behaviorally, and like... i dunno, behavior stuff is unglamorous and you can argue that the phrase "classroom management" is kind of dystopian, but what i came to believe as a result of my classroom experiences, not before, is that establishing and maintaining a calm, mostly quiet, predictable classroom is a way of protecting children's access to education and a way of protecting children from each other. when i was working in a public school job that i quit after four months, i really felt like if i had been able to be a tyrant who kept them silent all day, that would have been an emotionally healthier situation for them than what i had going on, which was just children being terrorized and hurt by each other all day long, with nobody around who could make it stop. unpopular i know! but once i watched a fourth grader mock another fourth grader's speech for being an english language learner and then tell her to stop talking if she can't speak english (in a conversation i was attempting to have about how we could treat each other more respectfully), and then totally refuse to ever apologize or engage in any kind of reflection about why that wasn't okay, i was like, yeah all of these children's lives would be better if i could get them to just stop talking. they wouldn't be good. but they would be better than what i was doing.

i also found teaching a morally exhausting job, which is maybe best illustrated by the fact that the mean kid in that previous example was also a homeless kid whose dad was probably in jail. that was the kind of thing i ran into constantly - to take an example from private school, my last year i faced a repeated situation where i was like, "i can either tell this 8 year old to just get over and ignore the fact that someone said something objectively fucked up to them, or i can attempt to have some kind of completely doomed problem solving exchange with the most emotionally fragile child i ever met whose dad died a year ago and whose mom is a mess and who is psychologically incapable of admitting imperfection and will accuse you of victimizing her if you suggest that you believe someone else saying that she said this thing that she definitely said." and like, i still don't know what the fuck i was supposed to do with that. i still don't know if it was fucked up of us to try to get that kid to try, like, ever, at anything, or if it was good because even in the midst of grief and many other issues kids need structure and boundaries and to be treated like their feelings matter but are not the only thing in the entire world [truly i do believe this: raising kids to believe their emotions are too important is very, very damaging to the kids, because believing that your emotions are emergencies is a terrible way to go through life] and it's unpleasant for them in the morning but better in the long run than the alternative. like, i don't fucking know. and meanwhile her mom called us to tell us that she was a happy child whose only problem in the entire world was that her teachers were insufficiently sensitive. she called to tell us that, btw, within two weeks of the one-year anniversary of the kid's dad's sudden death, which like, i'm not a child psychologist but................ (tutor-parent relationships are also way easier than teacher-parent relationships, and also if they decide they hate me like who cares there will be others.) (sometimes i feel bad complaining about parents because honestly the vast majority of parents i ever had were very pleasant and lots of them loved to effuse about how much their kids loved school and loved their teachers and were having a great year and they were so grateful to us, even when i didn't think we were necessarily doing an awesome job. lol. but the difficult ones do have a way of lingering.)

i am getting off track. anyway. so i didn't have a lot of faith in my abilities as a teacher, and i also by the end didn't have any faith basically in my ability to find a school where i felt i could trust the institution i was in to be a good place to develop those abilities. sometimes i still do get sad because i think if i'd found my way after my master's to a school that was a decent-ish fit, i probably would have been really happy and would still be teaching. (a bonus bummer is that in retrospect this would have probably required me to skip trying out public schools in general, since what i later learned is that basically only terrible schools hire teachers new to the DOE and the trick is to stick it out a year and then you can be considered by a non terrible school - but i couldn't hack it that year.) but i had a pair of nightmares back to back and at the end i just didn't have the energy to try again. and some of that was the Miscellaneous Skills stuff mentioned above but also some of that was pedagogical. when i say "all schools are bad" i'm actually not referring to structural issues like underfunding problems or lack of arts programs or excessively high student-teacher ratios. i am referring to the fact that graduate schools of education are terrible? like worse than useless? i think i learned a few things in my grad school but basically all of them were in the slightly higher-level special ed classes i took because i was doing the dual certification program. which, to be clear, i do NOT think prepared me successfully to teach students with disabilities. the special ed classes were the only classes that i felt like taught me useful things about general ed teaching. if i had done the general ed degree idk what the fuck i would have learned. like unpopular opinion but at a certain point i was like, i may as well have done fucking TFA for all that i got out of the many thousands of dollars i paid and am still paying these fuckers.

i mean, at grad school, we were taught that learning styles are real. and when sometimes in a small group i would be like, "i think learning styles are maybe not real actually?" people would look at me blankly. (or if i said something like, "can you explain to me how an audio recording of a picture book is more suited to auditory learners than just... a teacher reading it out loud. like why... is that more auditory." they did not understand the question and could not answer it. these are the people educating america's youth.) i got docked points once actually on an assignment where i was working with this kid for 8 weeks and i described this thing i had done with her that had hugely boosted her comprehension - i mean she'd gone from not being able to answer the simplest most basic factual questions about literally anything she'd read despite having strong decoding skills to like, being able to thoroughly and accurately answer the questions i was asking her - but it hadn't Aligned With Her Learning Style. and so then another week i reluctantly tried a different thing that was more vaguely kinesthetic because "learning styles are fake" was not an option, and the thing i did worked LESS WELL and i got a BETTER GRADE for Clearly Aligning With Her Individual Learning Style. like, let me just underscore for this: i got a better grade for doing WORSE TEACHING, AS MEASURED BY LEARNING OUTCOMES, because i was doing better alignment with a model that is discredited and fake. and this is like, all ed schools. all of them. and therefore, all teachers.

i suffered a major crisis of disillusionment when i was maternity subbing at the place that wound up being my last classroom employer where i found a post on timothy shanahan's blog (i love him now and recommend him to anyone interested in literacy shit but he hurt my feelings at first) where he was like, "independent reading is a waste of time." the HORROR! the HERESY! but his case was undeniable. and as i came to accept that i also came to realize that i had never been in a school environment, in grad school or as a teacher, where i could say something like, "i read this very interesting argument that independent reading is not a good use of classroom time for these reasons based in both logic and research," and be met with anything but scorn. and like that was the thread that unraveled the entire sweater of, uh, the most popular literacy program in new york city. (the TC workshop program.) like, by the end of my classroom time, i was like, wow this program literally doesn't help anyone but borderline gifted kids. any kids who need actual help to learn to read are completely 100% left in the dark. but when i tried to say something in team meetings like "hey this student who has not progressed in his reading in two years across two different classrooms, i think he is not benefiting from our program," i got told, "don't feel bad, i think he's a complicated case." (this from the math specialist who also tried to convince me that being able to add single digit numbers without counting is not important, and that not being able to do that has no relationship whatsoever with a student's present ability to learn to multiply. in case you thought it was only reading that was bad.) one time (i learned from the literacy specialist who i did like) an outside consultant came to do some professional development (i hated her for reasons too complicated to get into but i was complaining about her which is why i learned this story) who was very into creating Independent Self-Directed Reflective Learners Blah Blah Blah and she did a conference with a student and then was debriefing it for the teaching team and naming all the Strengths she had as a reader and all the good stuff she was doing and the literacy specialist had to be like, "i have read the book she's reading and nothing she said about it was accurate."

ok. i am really just ranting now. also the advil is starting to work so i almost feel human again and should probably try to do something with that while it lasts. the original point i was going to make that was relevant to your inquiry re: pedagogy was that in tutoring if i try something and i decide it was bad and didn't work, then i don't have to do it anymore. and if i have an idea that i think might be good then i can do it. and it turns out i fucking love that. to the extent of like, i don't work a lot, as i said, but i definitely put in more prep time than i know at least a lot of test prep tutors do, and sometimes i feel weird about that because test prep tutoring is basically widening the achievement gap and like the whole point of it for me also was to work less. but like it turns out that while i love not having a real job, i have still retained a certain core ability to derive satisfaction out of feeling like i am doing something with integrity and skill, and like... idk man it still feels really fucking good to have that moment of like Wow I Taught Someone Something, even if it's like... oh man a while ago one of my SAT kids was like, "i was going to pick B because the passage mentioned calcites [or whatever random science terms], but it's not really saying that they did that, so i went with D," which was perfect SAT logic (the SAT reading section, and actually most standardized test reading sections in my experience, loves to have one tempting answer that mentions some hyperspecific terms from the passage but says something inaccurate about them, and then a correct answer that doesn't use any words from the passage but requires you to have like actually understood the idea conveyed in order to identify it as correct, and students who don't come in as great readers get sooooo tripped up on "well it MENTIONED..." because students who are not great readers are not in the habit of reading texts as integrated wholes) relating to a trap she had fallen into many times before, and i was soooo proud of her lmao. and i actually like, not just don't hate but do kind of actively enjoy being able to chase those moments fully on my own terms and using my own judgment, observation, learning, & experiences. [which ok sorry to loop back into being a bummer but like: in theory it's nice to say i want that for all teachers, but in practice see above re: the learning and experiences of most teachers are bad because ed schools are bad.]

working evenings & weekend during the school year can be a pain tho. i like test prep work because as i spend more time with specific tests they become a lot less work-intensive to tutor because i've already made my little highlighted answer keys (remember what i said about how i know for a fact most test prep tutors put in less time than i do...) but i might try in the future to figure out a way to get more elementary school clients because they get out of school earlier, lol. maybe one day i'll go in for orton-gillingham certification so i can bill myself as qualified to work with students with dyslexia.

#askbox #sorry this became a giant vent about my many bad experiences in the education world

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