#//she'll probably be low activity but she's here

[painofhumanity]

NAME: Dorothea Imogen Margaret Holmes NICKNAME: Thea, Dottie (family) D.O.B: November 14th AGE: 30s ORIENTATION: heterosexual SPECIES: human FAMILY: Morland and Mary Holmes (parents), Mycroft Holmes (eldest brother), Sherlock Holmes (big brother), Eurus Holmes (elder sister)

Trigger Warning(s): addiction, drug use, alcoholism

There's a lot about her childhood that Dorothea doesn't remember. The family manor that was the one place the Holmes family lived together, a mad older sister, a fire that nearly killed her. . . What she remembers is talk of pirates and violin music and doodling on sheet music and copies of the periodic table. She also remembers a rather irate, disapproving older brother telling her that she was wasting potential with her scribbles.

As a teenager, Thea started smoking, which led into her using harder drugs, just like Sherlock. There was a part of it that was due to how much she looked up to her big brother, but a part of it was sensitivities all her own that she felt the need to dull.

Art was something she'd always been interested in even as a little girl. That interest turned into a dedicated hobby, which turned into a study, which turned into a proper profession. She graduated with an arts degree and started doing commission pieces. When she was a little older, she later got a job doing restorations for a well-to-do museum, with the endorsement from Sherlock after helping him with a case involving forgery.

[msmc-796-official]

Hey Phoenix! Hey 796!

It’s been a minute since I got in contact with y’all, I’ve been busy, but I saw your chatlogs again (do NOT ask how I keep getting these, it’s not important :3 ) and I have something y’all might enjoy.

…get these to the right person. You might find some evidence you’d enjoy seeing. And don’t tell anybody you got it from me!

—the Intern

Attachments:

IPS_Northstar_LRim_ledger2_unmodified(1).omif

// Nice to hear from you again, Intern! Glad to hear they've not fired you just yet. And don't worry too much about hacking our chatlogs, I'm pretty sure Slipshod went in and tampered with our firewalls specifically to let you poke around in there. (Maybe don't tell Upper Management about that, though.) Now, what's all this abou-

// ...!

oh? did our friend at IPS-N send a present?

// ...something like that, yes. Take a look; I've got your six in case Kennedi comes barging in.

...holy RA above and below. I don't know how many people they blackmailed to get access to this kinda information, but these files are legit. heavily encrypted, mind you - I'd recognize that encryption software signature anywhere - but entirely legit. christ-the-buddha almighty, intern, what kinda privileges are they giving you?

// No idea. Can you decode them?

oh, easy - not the first time I've dealt with IPS-N corporate files, won't be the last. should be a higher-difficulty variant on their standard encryption if the pattern follows; I'll have the full document to you in like an hour, tops - maybe two if they've updated their encryption software since last time, which I highly doubt

// Your skill with hacking never ceases to amaze me, Slipshod. How the hell did HORUS let you go so easy?

look, when a HORUS cell splinters, it leaks a lot of incredibly talented people into the ether. it's just a matter of knowing which (if any) of those people have some actual merit, or if they're all useless dipshits who can't function outside of their gamer rig. if none of the other nearby cells are smart enough to ask you to stick around, that's their loss. you're lucky I wound up here at MSMC, instead of with one of the other big 4 members. (they certainly wouldn't have such outdated encryption software anymore, in any case)

// Fair enough, I guess. Thanks a lot for this, Intern - we've got some serious thinking to do.

-- Angel & Slipshod

[olderthannetfic]

Okay, I need advice: I'm in a very tiny fandom (like less than two dozen active people and everyone knows each other) and one of the women in it is kind of freaking me out.

We became mutuals because we had some good discussions on some of the characters we liked, but I soon became sort of uncomfortable with a lot of her online behavior whereas simultaneously she's DM-ing me more and more.

She's one of those people who's a hardliner on the issues she cares about (mostly feminism- and SA-related) while talking over people when it comes to issues she doesn't care about (mostly racism and related things). And I see a lot of her trying to intrusively police how other people talk/act, derailing people's posts, arguing with people online over the most stupid shit (where not even her own opinions come off as overly coherent - this week she'll argue something along the lines of "men are evil" and the next she'll argue that people are "demonizing masculinity" - I'll add for clarification that she's not a TERF and supports trans rights but boy... Does she sound like one sometimes) and then digging through people's profiles to find and publicize minor transgressions and bad takes, passive-aggressive vagueposting, and going into mental breakdowns over the most innocuous of online interactions.

TBH she scares me. As someone who suffered through toxic people getting overly attached to me, I genuinely sometimes get a physical reaction when I see her lashing out on the dash.

And she keeps initiating conversations! And sometimes I don't reply or bring the conversation to a natural closure and she keeps at it, or sends me random fics of hers to read that I don't have the heart to tell her don't interest me or whatever. And recently when she disagrees with something I reblogged she direct messages me to rant about it - with a lot of sort of indirect language because she doesn't want to offend me but I can see the intent. The last couple of times I replied politely because I cared about clearing misunderstandings on the topic but next time I'm just gonna tell her I dislike it when she does that.

I really want this person to stop interacting with me, to be honest, and all my polite hints to the effect go unnoticed. But the fandom is so small I feel awkward and uncomfortable about unfollowing or blocking her. I don't think she's too bad of a person, she just comes off as very... Mentally ill, I guess? And since I've tried to be polite so far I feel like it might come out of left field for her?

TBH I feel like something about her behavior also triggers some kind of freeze/fawn reaction inside of me that I don't often get and consequently don't know how to deal with.

So I need impartial advice because I don't see the situation clearly myself

--

To summarize, a person who is a walking red flag wants to be friends, and you can't easily ghost her because the fandom is small.

I think you have to accept that there is no low-conflict way out of this.

That's what's holding you back, right? You don't want more drama and you know it's coming. I think you already know in your heart of hearts that you need to get away from her even if it's a pain in the ass.

Step one is to stop responding to her DMs. That will probably make her reach out more, but you should keep not responding. If she escalates and attacks you over it, block her.

The more you offer reasons or try to gently hint, the more that will encourage her. I don't think that's true of everyone, but I do think it's the case here. This is both because it doesn't sound like she's good at perceiving or respecting boundaries and because she inspires a bad lack of ability to assert boundaries in you.

I agree that it's unfortunate that you can't stand up for yourself or tell her plainly when she's out of line, but since you can't and that probably won't change any time soon, you'll need to protect yourself a different way. Sometimes, we just have to avoid people who are bad for us even when it's an us problem. (And here, whoaaaa red flags, so I don't think it's just a you problem anyway.)

There are many sad, lonely, needy people in the world. Some of them are officially mentally ill in some way with a diagnosis. Some just need things they aren't currently getting. That sucks...

But it's also not your job to fix.

[lostbetweenvampiresandmusic]

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The widow sat at her old broken table, sitting on her old wonky chair as she stared out her window. In front of her laid that days newspaper. Today, there had been seven. Seven young men and women gone. Disappeared without a trace. She sighed as she looked through the pages, wondering how this could have happened to her town.

Back in the thirties, in her younger years, the vampires - or some of them at least - had already been there. Threatened by her potential magic, they agreed to keep the hunting to a minimum. Back then, her claiming to be a witch had been a gigantic lie. Sure, she knew certain things - like which crystals could cleanse a room. But, she was - back then, anyway - also a firm beliver of the fact that crystals could be very effevtuve to clenase a room when being thrown at the intruder in question. With no active magic, she had still managed to come to a compromise with the vampires. They could live in town, as long as the inhabitants of the town would stay unharmed. As long as crime rates were being kept under control, and the general population had nothing to worry about.

So, if that was the case fifty years ago, before she began to practice magic, why did it seem to go wrong in this town? Even with five vampires - six now, Jo reminded herself - living here, there never were this many reported cases of people going missing. So who was doing this, and maybe more importantly - why?

Ever since she began to practice, she had put up wards around town to keep the biggest evils out. To keep the lesser evils in - things needed to be balanced, of course. None of these wards had been failing, and yet there seemed to be a spike in evilness around town.

She looked up with a sigh as she heard a knock on her door. She didn't bother getting up. She had seen through the window who it was, and she was in no mood. Instead, she flipped a page in the newspaper - her eye landing on one of the comics. It was an old one of the Addams family. An image of Morticia Addams looking out the window and complimenting the stormy weather outside. Another loud knock echoed through her room as her visitor knocked again. Couldn't he take a hint?

"I know you're in there, Jo!"

"Get back to your coffin!"

"Jo, I found the information you needed."

The widow grumbled as she got up, opening the door. Max stood on the porch, holding a thick file in his hands. He seemed tired, as if he hadn't slept well in days. His eyes seemed black, probably because he had neglected his need to feed in order to find answers. His clothes were wrinkled and had some questionable dirt stains on them. Jo couldn't help but smile, even though she wasn't sure if it was in pity or not. For the first time since Jo knew the vampire, did he look somewhat human. Which was saying something, considering how hard the man tried to come across as a harmless, average middle-aged guy.

"Fine," she sighed, stepping aside. "I will give you the spell needed. But-"

"But what?" Max snapped, causing Jo to chuckle. Vampires, despite their age, could be quite ignorant.

"Magic has a price. You know that. A bottle of vampire blood will do."

"No." Max was started than that. Magic did indeed come with a price, but always at the cost of the caster. Not the one who sold the spell.

"Then no spell." She shrugged with a satisfied smile.

"I could kill you."

"Don't forget," the widow spoke, her tone low with a hint of danger, "that it is my magic that protects this town. That it is my magic that assures your safety by misleading vampire hunters. If you kill me, all of that will be gone."

"We'll be fine."

"You and your boys? Sure, you've had time to perfect your vampiric nature. But how about that girl of yours? Do you think she'll be fine?"

Max sighed. Jo was right. Julie was too new at this. She didn't know everything she needed to know yet. She didn't have the experience. No, a lack of protection and a rise in active hunters in town would most likely prove deadly for her. He took a deep breath, annoyed that the Widow now knew a weak spot for him and relented.

"Half a bottle."

"Three quarters."

"But then I want the spell now."

The widow sighed, before nodding. "Alright Max. But if I don't get what I deserve, I can assure you that there's hell to pay."

"Don't worry."

With those words, Max stood up, greedily taking the spellroll from the widow's hands. He didn't look at her as he left, instead rushing towards his car. He needed to make sure he had everything necessary for the spell to work, and then he had to find the boys.

Jo watched as she saw the vampire leave. She closed the door with an exhausted sigh, locking it behind her. "One of these days," she mumbled, "I'll learn how to let the sun shine at night. Arrogant bastard."

As Max arrived at his house, the gates as white as ever, he was greeted by a very enthusiastic Thorn. The dog happily wagged its tale as Max got out of his car, following him inside the house. The house was almost exactly as Max had left it, safe for the rabbit carcasses lying on the tiled kitchen floor.

"I am sorry I forgot to put your food out," Max spoke to the dog, patting its head. "I'm glad to see you still gave your hunting instinct in tact."

Thorn looked at Max, almost grinning. With a sigh, the vampire sat down at the kitchen table, opening the file he'd taken from the COL office. It was a blank dossier, no name or credentials mentioned anywhere. But, as he flipped through the pages, it was painfully obvious that these were notes and observations made by a doctor or a doctors assistant.

Max had a hard time believing what he was reading. The fight he had witnessed was one of many. His assumption that Julie had been in one of those fights had been right. Except, she hadn't been in just one fight. If the file was right, it was over two dozen fights in just four weeks. The fights weren't there for no reason, he realised as he read further through the notes. By putting the patients - as the writer of the file called them - up against each other in a showcase, the company could charge viewers money. They could allow the viewers to make bets and cash in on that. These fights practically funded their research and experiments.

Max stood up, grabbing a bottle of blood from the fridge. He poured some into a cup, warming it up in the microwave. Warm blood was so much better than cold, but keeping it cold caused the blood to be good for a longer period of time. The microwave beeped, and Max took his cup out of the machine. He took a sip when the front door was thrown open, David running in followed by the other boys.

"We need your help!" David looked at Max, stepping aside so Dwayne could walk into the kitchen. In his arms laid Julie, unconscious, bleeding from her eyes, nose, and mouth. Her whole body was shaking.

"Lay her down on the floor." Max said quickly, taking his jacket off and folding it up so she wouldn't hit her head on the tiles. He quickly checked her over, noticing her heartbeat was raised and her temperature was spiking - a rare feat for a vampire.

"What happened?"

He checked her eyes, noticing they responded immediately to the kitchen light in front of them. It was quiet for a moment, none of the boys responding, until Marko finally spoke up.

"It happened after we fed. She was starving and didn't want to feed from the people we picked, and-"

"You forced her, and this happened. Alright, Paul, give me three bottles of AB negative from the fridge."

"What is wrong with her?"

"My guess is that she's allergic to the blood you fed her." Max said, taking one of the warmed bottles Paul handed him. He gently opened Julie's mouth, pouring some in. It took a moment, but then she swallowed. Carefully, Max gave her some more until she opened her eyes, looking up in confusion.

"Ssh, you're alright, dear," Max pushed her back down so she wouldn't sit up yet. "Just lay down for a bit, catch your breath, alright?"

Julie nodded slowly, slightly confused. She remembered being out with the boys, feeling a little off already. Her head was a little clouded, her nose stuffed - as if she was human again and dealing with an oncoming cold. She had been hungrier than usual, and David and Dwayne both agreed that if she didn't feed immediately, she'd be a danger to the town. So, reluctantly, she went along, being forced to feed. The blood and tasted off, a biter, tingling taste in the back of her throat. The more she drank, the worse she began to feel. The second she had drained the body, she fell to the ground, tears running over her cheeks as she threw up most of the blood she'd just consumed. After that, it only got worse. Her nose bleeding heavily, her eyes beginning to leak blood instead of tears, blood running out of her mouth... and then she didn't remember a thing, except for waking up on this cold floor.

Slowly, she sat up, shoving herself backwards over the floor until her back hit the kitchen cabinet. She pulled her legs up, taking some deep breaths.

"Here," Dwayne handed her a bottle of blood, a bright yellow straw floating in the liquid. The previous one had already been empty. She gratefully took it, slowly sipping on the straw. She gave Max a questioning look, wondering if he knew why this happened.

"My best guess is," said Max, " thst you're allergic to a certain blood type."

Julie stopped drinking, realisation dawning upon her. Was this why some people smelt off? Whas this why the boys told her she was unusually picky when it came to feeding? And if she was already feeling off and unable to smell clearly, then obviously she would miss the smell of wrongness.

"It's not that common, but it happens sometimes. Especially when one gets changed in unnatural forced circumstances."

"Isn't any change unnatural?" Paul asked, as he jumped to sit on the kitchen counter.

"Vampires are supernatural, not unnatural. We're as much a part of the food chain as any other creature. However, if you force someone into this in a way that doesn't fit - so instead of biting them or giving them blood, you let the change become a very elongated clinical process - a situation like this may occur."

"Why?"

"Overexposure to a certain blood type," Max said before shutting up. There was a problem. A big one. Julie was allergic to the blood type that was used to change her. The spell the widow had given him demanded the caster to mix the blood used to change the vampire with the blood of the sire to be. This process, if Julie still wanted to go through with this, was going to be incredibly painful. Max sighed, not certain if he was willing to do this to her, even if she was willing. Hadn't she been through enough?

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[ughgoaway]

first anon so I'm a bit nervous 😭, but I've been thinking about this all day

teacher girlie and annie making matty a valentine's day card (or some sort of craft)!! I'm thinking it would be something very cutesy pinterest diy because teacher girlie is a teacher (obviously), and she probably has pinterest boards FULL of cute little holiday crafts she wants to do with the kids!! - 🎸

omg welcome!!! first anon?? please, I am BLESSED! welcome to the chaos that is my blog, I am very happy to have you contributing to it :))))

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now... I'm feeling emo today, and I love a bit of pining SO, I'm thinking pre-dating here. as you said, you're a teacher, so you always do holiday crafts for the kids, and valentines is no different! for today, the kids have a few options, they can make a card, make some paper chain hearts, and they all get a rock that they can make a heart out of their fingerprints on!

(this is the vibe with the rock craft lol)

you have separate Pinterest boards for every holiday, and each one is filled with little activities. (Once you and matty do get together, he does make fun of you slightly for this... but he also has the time of his life when you practice them at home and rope him into it.)

but back to pre-dating time, you are mopey all day. you try to be upbeat for the kids, but it's hard when you're in love with a person who you absolutely can not date, and who has no feelings for you. (or so you think...)

most of the kids are oblivious to your feelings but not Annie, so she ends up dragging you around with her all day and doing the crafts as your co-teacher handles the rest of them. now, she's trying to be thoughtful, which you appreciate endlessly, but it's agony sitting with her all day.

little Annie healy is a carbon copy of her father. the same curly hair, mischievous smile, and cheeky laugh. so instead of distracting you from thinking about matty, it only makes it 100 x worse. especially because she won't stop chattering away about him and telling you about how she's going to give alllll of this to her dad.

you help her with the paper chains first, she folds them up and you glue them together, and she is quite happily nattering away.

"my daddy is going to hang these in the studio i think. he would put them over his bed, but he has too many pictures hanging over it already." she nods assuredly, which only makes you daydream about what mattys bed looks like. (and what he looks like in it)

"oh that's nice! Will your daddy's friends like them too?" it pains you to even talk about Matty today, so you're hoping she'll start talking about the boys and their partners.

"Oh yeah! my auntie charli and uncle George are going to really like them. They're having a posh dinner, not McDonald's or anything!" she then chatters on about the Hann's plans (dropping baby hann of with their mum and going to the cinema) and uncle Ross and his girlfriends valentines day (going to the theatre and then more fancy dinner.)

then, she goes onto matty, "but my daddy doesn't have a girlfriend, so he's not doing anything. but uncle George says he should "get over himself and ask her out" so I think he likes a girllllll" she drops her voice as low as it can go when she imitates George, and giggles when she mentions her dad having a crush.

to say you feel fucking heartbroken is an understatement. she really got your hopes up there by mentioning he was single, only to shoot them back down by saying he has a crush. and you'd swear you could almost see her face if you thought hard enough; young blonde model, 5"10 and 90% legs, wears beautiful clothes and laughs slightly too hard at all of his jokes. and they're both fucking smitten with each other, totally in awe of their collective beauty.

you do the rock craft next, and annie insits that one of the fingerprints is yours, so you do it. but it does feel like a dagger to the chest. Yet, it somehow gets even worse when she demands you sign the card too, "but you helped me miss y/n! you have to put your name too!"

so you scribble down your name with a strained smile and tuck it away in the envelope, trying to not let your soul die in the process.

soon enough, it's pickup time, and annie is the last one. Matty is usually late, but you can't stop thinking of why he's late today. did he ask the girl he likes out? did she say yes? maybe they're planning a date right now. or kissing and being all stupid and happy.

ugh.

but matty rocks up, thankfully alone and with a small gift bag in his hands. probably for his beautiful girlfriend you think briefly, but you manage to plaster on a fake smile and greet him.

"hi matty!" you smile, watching Annie run over and give him a hug.

"oof, hi peanut! you have a good day?" he flicks his eyes up to you and mouths "sorry" he knew he was a few minutes late, but you waved him off and gave him an gentle grin.

"yeah! I made you sooo many things today, daddy. miss y/n helped too!" Annie is scooped up into matty's arms as she chatters away, describing everything she did in detail.

"Right, Munchkin, we've got to go to Uncle Adam's house and get your cousin! his grandma can't look after him anymore, so we're having a sleepover!" Annie squeals quite happily at this information, and you feel like you could too. you highly doubt mattys got a hot date whilst baby sitting two children under 10, so any image of a hot model falling off his arm is wiped from your mind.

"oh here you go by the way y/n, happy valentines" matty says with a smile, handing over the small bag with a nervous grin on his face.

you try to act slightly cooler than you feel when you accept it, and if it was any one else they would see right through you, but matty was so blinded by nerves he didn't notice anything.

"Wow! thank you so much, that's really kind of you. " Your heart is racing in your chest, as is Matty's. if anyone were around you and saw the lovesick look in both your eyes, they would know exactly what you were both thinking. but you were alone, so it stayed unspoken and unnoticed.

matty gives you a shy wave, and walks off with Annie in his arms. leaving you shell-shocked and holding that little bag full of mystery.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for trying to get my friend to stop hanging out with her other friend?

(tw: mentions of eating disorders)

So basically here's some context a few years back we used to have a really tight knit friend group. Alice (friend I want to stop hanging out with her other friend group) and Shera (person in said friend group who is toxic in my opinion).

They were really close friends and a few months down the line we were messing around and decided to jokingly trap her in the spanish homeroom during lunch (we did this with a few other people and now she wanted to see if she could get out in hindsight this was actually extremely irresponsible of us but we were stupid so eh).

Her hand got jammed into the door a few seconds in and once I noticed I backed out and started yelling at Shera to stop and tried pulling her back. I kept screaming that her hand was in the door and I didn't want it to break but she just went 'its fine!' and low and behold the next week she came back with a cast on her arm. I apologized A LOT feeling extremely guilty but Shera was then asking questions like 'are your parents gonna sue me?' 'my moms gonna be pissed if i get sued' 'oh god im so stressed' before even CHECKING on Alice

I calmly mentioned to her that we probably won't get sued and if we did we would deserve it and Shera was still paranoid about that. Alice then said that her mom isn't the type to sue people so she's fine and then Shera made a halfhearted apology to her before laughing it off as a joke.

A few months later and we get into another argument. Alice mentions that she's underweight and has a severe eating disorder that does effect with her life and mental health to which Shera responds with 'its better than being fat' and 'i would rather have an eating disorder than being fat'

We then try to talk her out of it and she keeps saying how Alice is just being stupidly insecure when she shouldn't be and saying how she's instead complimenting her for being skinny. I get mad at her and tell her to just leave and she does.

Next year comes around and she acts like nothing bad has happened. She rejoins the friend group but Alice left because of her. Then when asked about the situation regarding her hand she just says 'yeah that was really funny' and 'it wasnt my fault' then she'll start accusing us of being overdramatic and that it wasn't that much of a big deal (keep in mind we accidentally BROKE her arm).

Anyways soon later we kick her out and I join Alice's current friend group because my other one got wonky. Then some lunch days she disappears and we saw her hanging out with Shera again. I get kinda pissed at this because she's the reason why Alice left and our entire friend group agrees

Whenever we ask her about it she shrugs it off or gets snappy with us. I've also actively tried talking her out of it saying that 'Shera isnt a good person' but whenever I try she just snaps at me and tells me that its her choice.

I'm starting to feel like an asshole for trying to get her to stop. Our entire friend group has tried talking her out of it as they've also had past history with Shera, but it doesn't work. She gets mad at us and we've stopped with it and laid low. I know that Alice is her own person but its kinda the situation where if you know your friend is hanging out with a bad person wouldn't you try to stop them?

I just don't want her getting hurt again but I also don't want to come off as controlling over her.

Anyways AITA for not trying to get her to stop hanging out with her other friend?

What are these acronyms?

[crabbytime]

So it's occurring to me that I should probably be posting my OCs here but my braincells are low so we're starting off with the one I made most recently

Meet Ultrawoman Cancer! She's the HR woman who hates everyone and nobody can do anything about it because she's the only person in the HR department and its founder.

She initially started as a meme-sona because my friend @futariwadorkycure and I do watch parties for Ultraman series' and I could not stop making "These people would not survive HR" jokes, but then she became her own thing, and thus Cancer was born.

Her lore is a heavy mix of things we thought would be funny and my angst-heavy ass sprinkling in a few bricks of depression. Her being Belial's estranged wife was funnily enough a meme addition and we ran with it. Mainly cause she married him post-Reiblood.

If tumblr didn't kill me then a summary of her lore can be read under the cut.

[Image refs are slightly outdated but it's mainly details I forgot and changed lore]

She hails from O-50 and is half-human on her mother's side and grew up there before a kaiju killed her mom and her dad moved her to the Land of Light. She's around Ken and Marie's age, so 160,000~. She's also got a massive obsession with strength because of her trauma, but she's also smart enough to not just rush into any false promises of power. Occasionally she has impulsive moments when she thinks it'd be for the greater good or if she panics, but generally she's pretty composed aside from being a massive bitch. Her current form was obtained after completing the climb up Crusader's Peak in stilettos and the Ring of Light was intimidated by it.

She doesn't like any Ultras outside of her dad and her best friend who doesn't have a design yet because she blames them for not helping her mom. She also just thinks all of them are weak and selfish and don't earn or work for their strength because she thinks powerups and fusions are cheap methods of gaining power. The biggest part of her job as the HR woman is crossing dimensions to write their performance reports and none of them are nice in any way. She will write them up for the most petty of reasons.

She will actively just sit around while a battle happens because she feels like it's not her problem and that if the Ultras can't stop it, then they're just weak. To be fair she is quite strong, and could easily go toe-to-toe with plenty of Ultras or kaiju, so she has bite to her bark. The only time she'll participate in fights is to help with evacuation or if her help is actually needed.

Her main gimmick outside of being the HR woman is the heels. The heels are a big reason she even exists. The clacking of her heels terrifies everyone in its vicinity. Her fighting style is primarily kicking and jumping, outside of when she goes feral and all bets are off. Her melee weapon is a clipboard she doesn't use often because it's basically a deus ex machina that could kill anything and she thinks it's cheap to win that way.

She can switch between human and Ultra form and can also take on human hosts if she so wishes. Her transformation item is literally just her heels and her Rise is activated by clacking her heels together 3 times like in the Wizard of Oz. Her color timer also lasts longer because of her human heritage, making her better equipped to Earth atmospheres. Because she's a dimension-hopper, I like to shove her into various Ultra shows just to be funny.

I can go into her relationships in another post but tl;dr she has hardcore beef with Zero and Seven for mainly petty reasons and her stepson by technicality, Riku/Geed, is like the cat who follows her around and she keeps running from it. Belial is there too ig.

[blueepink07]

Thinking about this question addresed to Muu...

What's your dream for the future?

Muu wanting to be a model herself it's not something very surprising, sure, especially considering that her mother was a model too.

What are the occupations of your family members?

However I always wondered what kind of model she can be.

Fashion model industry has a requirement for heights. Usually, you need to be at least 170 cm (5'7") to be able to be a fashion model. Because of Kotoko's height and appearance, even Milgram describes her as having features that will make her a good model!

In Japan, the height requirement is less strict, the minimum being 166 cm (5'6").

However, Muu's official height is 162 cm (5'3"), so she doesn't fit the height requirements. And unfortunately for her, the chances of her becoming taller are low, because girls usually stop growing after 15 years old, Muu being older than that.

So how did Muu receive scouting offers if she doesn't fit the requirements to be a fashion model? Well, simple, despite that I always viewed Muu as being a fashion lover, especially after trial 2, there are other types of modelling!

Fashion (Editorial) Model, Runway Model, Commercial Model, Fitness Model, Parts Model and many more! (if anyone is interested I'll put the link here!)

Based on these, Muu can be, most probably, a commercial model and parts model!

Commercial Models are not restricted by age, height, or size, while parts model basically means having body parts and facial features that make you stand out, usually used on editorial, advertising, and catalog work.

Muu has been complimented many times for her looks, even her profile states that she is very beautiful.

But modelling is not just about being considered pretty, you need to have something that makes you stand out!

"Being a model isn't just about being “good looking” or “pretty.” There are a lot of beautiful people in the world. If you're serious about getting into modeling, it's important to have “a look.” There should be something unique about the way you look or the way you're built."

And Muu actually posses this feature!

In the first voice drama, Es is noticing her unusual and pretty face features.

Based on this, we can say that Muu might be a perfect face model!

"Beauty modelling, also known as face modelling, is a category of modelling that takes place predominantly in the beauty industry – so skincare, make-up and cosmetics. Models regularly require extremely close-up photos of their faces, or parts of their faces, so it’s important beauty models are well-groomed and take care of their skin, hair and nails."

Healthy hair and clear skin

Well-maintained nails

"You need to learn how to move the tiny muscles in the face to create different expressions. Can you smile or laugh convincingly on demand? Can you look gloomy or thoughtful at a moment’s notice? If you have a natural poker face and struggle to control or show emotions, you’ll struggle being a beauty model."

Muu is very expressive when it comes to her emotions and feelings. If something bothers her, she will not hesitate to be blunt about it. An event that made her upset? She will show her sadness by crying, will be vocal about it. An action that made her happy? Her body language is easy to read and, with a confident and pretty smile, she'll show her cheerfulness!

Moreover, Muu is able to change her emotions very quickly and easily.

A good example is in her first voice drama, where Muu, after many minutes of crying, is changing her attitude in a few seconds, after seeing Es talking with Jackalope.

So Muu can easily be a famous face model if she truly wants to!

Also, another interesting thing!

Muu is saying that her mother, who was once a model, is not active anymore.

"But while most female models are considered ready for retirement by the time they turn 25, males tend to start later and are more likely to make modeling a long-term career."

Although, 25 is not necessarily the age when female models have to retire, there being many exceptions, depending on how they maintain themselves, for Muu's mother it's very possible that she retired during that age!

If we take Muu's father age, based on this portal timeline conversation:

"Kazui: Hm? Ah…… Kusunoki-chan. Sorry for asking out of the blue, but how old is your father?

Mu: Eh…? Um… I think he’s 41…"

which is 41, and we consider that her mother is the same age, then, when Muu has been born she was 25 years old! The same age when most models retire! So Muu's mother most probably retired short after her daughter's birth!

[nomstellations]

Let Sleeping Bears Lie

Madeline had been gone for a while...did something happen to her?

She probably just got distracted. It was like her to take off the second they got to the campsite- leaving Ruya alone to actually set up the camp. They sighed, while the help would've been appreciated...a trip out to the National Park was something she wanted for the longest time. Nature photography was her thing...now that the camp was set up, now was a good time to look for her. She said she was taking the easternmost trail...

Ruya picked up their bag and hit the trail, helpfully marked for visitors. The parks were certainly beautiful, but they didn't doubt there were dangers here. They had read up on them beforehand- landslides, getting stranded, wild animal attacks...this park had a notable "attraction" they were worried about. Ashford, some kind of man-bear thing notorious for charming visitors out of their food...they wouldn't be surprised if he also charmed visitors into being food, too. Can't ever trust a bear...

Hopefully Madeline was just taking pictures of a creek or something. Ruya crossed over one that cut through the trail, when a deep rumbling sound caught their attention. They weren't near any cliffs so it couldn't be a rockslide, and it couldn't be an earthquake...it sounded much more like someone snoring. Could there be people camping off the trails? They moved to investigate, hopefully one of them had seen Madeline! It's only been about an hour, these people were likely already here...

The direction the sound was coming from led Ruya to a glade, but there wasn't a camp here. Lying asleep in a sunbeam was a huge, furry brown beartaur, rolled over onto his back and snoring deeply. His stomach on his human half looked VERY full, wriggling and squirming with clearly lively prey. Nearby on the ground was a familiar object, and Ruya's heart dropped.

"MADELINE!" Throwing all caution and the things they learned to the wind, Ruya rushed over to the beartaur. Pressing their hands into his stomach, they tried to feel around for her. "Are you okay?! I'm gonna get you out of there, okay...! I promise!"

Though her words were muffled by the taur's fat and noisily working stomach, she seemed well enough to try to respond. Ruya was too busy pushing around and trying to come up with a plan that they didn't notice that all the activity was starting to wake the sleeping predator. Their efforts were halted by a grunt and low growl, and they froze in place as the bear slowly rolled over, sitting up with his bear half laying down. He blinked blearily down at Ruya, taking in their features and panicked expression.

"...mmh. You're not a ranger. Whaddaya want? Trying to sleep, here..."

"Y-you...!! You ate my friend! Spit her out now! Or I'll...!" Ashford tilted his head, still not fully awake to process what was going on. He looked down at his full stomach, letting out a quiet belch as his meal kicked around. "Oh. That uh, wasn't in there when I went to sleep. That your friend? Must've been sleep eating again. Sorry."

"YES! Let her go, you monster! This was supposed to be the perfect trip for her...!" They push against his stomach again, which only stirred up a burp. Ashford's ears went a bit flat in irritation. "She'll be fine, relax...taking a nap on a full belly feels real nice, so can I get back to sleep? Geez, don't the rangers teach you people anything?" He grumbled, already trying to lay back down. Ruya wasn't having any of it, and while it annoyed Ashford greatly...he wasn't going to hurt them. He had another idea, anyhow...

"Ugh, fine. You want her back so bad? Help me out." His bear half sat up now, leaving Ruya with their face full of his gurgling belly. "Push right there for me, won't ya? It'll help me bring her up faster." Ruya was quick to obey, pushing their hands into Madeline from the outside. After a few pushes his stomach burbled loudly, but he didn't look like he was bringing her up...instead, the movements she was making started to sink downwards. Ruya watched Ashford's belly shrink, with Madeline's body sliding deep into his lower half's stomach and filling it out. She was much harder to see and hear now, barely making any bumps in his stomach.

"H-huh...?"

Ashford grinned, leaning down to the black-haired human. "Hasn't anyone told you to let sleeping bears lie? You and your friend are learning that lesson firsthand...but hey! I'm a nice guy! I'll let you two hang out together while I take a nice long nap, and you can think about not bugging me while I sleep. Deal? Deal!"

Before they could reply or even try to run, Ashford lunged forward and caught their head right in his maw. Strong arms pinned their arms to their sides, leaving them to helplessly kick and wiggle as he sampled their flavor for a moment. Digging their knees into his fat stomach did nothing to help their situation, leaving them helpless as he started to swallow. Thick, powerful gulps pulled them into his throat, and his hands only fed them deeper inside. The taur's heartbeat echoed around them as his swallows continued, eventually pushing them into his empty, first stomach. It was a tight fit, they were taller than Madeline- they were forced to curl up as his stomach almost smugly gurgled around them.

"Mm, you weren't half bad. Come poke me again sometime, aye? Bring your friend too, I didn't exactly get to taste her n' all..." Ruya's world rocked as he flopped over, rolling back over to catch the sun now that both bellies were full. Ruya kicked and punched at the walls, which got no reaction outside of a voice from the lower stomach.

"Ruya? Ruya! Hey, did you bring my camera in with you? I dropped it, wasn't expecting him to clamp down on my hand in his sleep...this is a once-in-a-lifetime chance, I want to take some pictures of a beartaur's stomach!"

"...you mean you WANTED this?! You're totally fine with just, being swallowed up??"

"Uh, yeah? I'm perfectly fine! This is just a part of nature, I'm getting the closest look ever! My phone camera isn't getting good shots, so...is that a no? You don't have it? They needed to stop taking her places.

[churxstomk]

long ramble post about vee and the three laws of robotics

oneshot has rubbed off on me way too much lol

generally -

i think these laws are built into robots so attempting to break them, stuff like that etc would probably cause a good deal of distress

hm. if they know nothing else they at least know they cannot violate these laws so it's like a foundation thing (?)

okay first law:

"a robot may not injure a human being or, through inaction, allow a human being to come to harm." (it says human being here but for the sake of it i'll just say it include toons)

vee... it's hard . i think from what little i know of her her personality kind of conflicts with this but let me think.

oough okay. so even despite her demeanor i think she probably cares enough to where if she sees one of her teammates in danger of getting hurt/caught she'll redirect attention to her (low stealth n all that)

since... the ichor operation actively puts toons in danger i think she generally dislikes the idea of anyone coming down with her? i think she dislikes dandy because he's the reason they're all in danger in the first place

i also think she values herself less then the other toons.. "astro, you need to start worrying about yourself more" when asked if her mic cord was tangled, so she just deflects the question at first. when asked again she doesn't say anything

second law:

"a robot must obey orders given to it by human beings except where such orders would conflict with the first law."

at this point i think she'd straight up refuse to do anything dandy tells her because anything that flower is planning is probably going to put someone in danger. Not Good

i don't have that much to say about this one but i'll mull it over

third law:

"a robot must protect its own existence as long as such protection does not conflict with the first or second law."

self preservation...

there are times where it probably gets hard for vee. where she thinks about everyone she's lost. even though logically, she knows that some of it couldn't have been avoided, it still hurts because her most foundational instinct was to keep them safe and look at where they are right now. no matter how much it hurts, she has to keep living in this nightmare

idk. sometimes i think about it

[jpitha]

Siobhan lead Zillig down the promenade, deeper into Little Earth. So many humans had come to the station in the past year that the K'laxi authorities has designated one arm of the spiral shaped station to be set to Earth gravity and pressure settings. The humans themselves had named it Little Earth and before anyone realized it, the humans had made their little part of the station into a home.

Zillig followed her date past rows of restaurants catering to Humans, cooking and serving their food with it's wondrous smells and appearance, even though most of it was toxic to the K'laxi and other sapients on the station. Humans always kept a few items on their menus that the others could eat if a human brought a friend to dinner, or if some brave sapients couldn't hide their curiosity any longer and came to eat. Most of the food was by humans, for humans though.

Siobhan turned off the main street into winding side streets, not part of the original layout. These streets were narrow and took sharp turns, back and forth behind buildings that faced the main promenade.

As they approached, Zillig could hear the music long before she could see the dance hall. One of the few things the K'laxi had on humans were sharper hearing. Their large, forward facing ears were evolved to listen in the woods of their homeworld for predators and their hearing kept them safe. Zillig heard the low, heavy, booming beat of the music.

As they got closer and the music got louder, the people around them began to change. People were dressed up in more elaborate fashions, all genders wearing the strange paint on their face called "makeup." They were all dressed to impress each other. Without knowing exactly why, Zillig felt underdressed and shabby around the humans.

Siobhan didn't seem to mind though. She was a human on a mission. "Oh nice!" she exclaimed. "It's a throwback night! They're playing some classic EDM!" She lined up to get into the club and Zillig stood nervously next to her.

As the line moved forward, the noise got louder and louder and Siobhan started moving in time with the beat unconsciously. Zillig closed her eyes, and turned her active hearing protection rig up so that the cacophony was dampened, but still clear. She was still psyching herself up for it when it was their turn.

"Oh hey Siobhan" the bouncer said. He scanned her and then turned to Zillig and scanned her. "And...Zillig? From over on Radial B? Works with Siobhan in data processing?"

"Y-yeah, confirmed" she stammered.

He glanced at the clearly nervous K'laxi and the beaming Siobhan. "You ever been to a human dance club before?" The bouncer said, giving her a worried, but understanding look.

"N-no, this is my first time. I have my ANC turned up though, so the noise shouldn't hurt me"

"It's not the noise I'm worried about friend, but that's smart thinking. If you're sure, then I'll let you in, but just be aware it's..." He searched for the words. "It's...a human thing. It's probably strange, but nobody here is going to hurt you." He stood up straighter "I'll personally guarantee it.

"She'll be fine Will! Come on Zillig! Let's go dance!" and she took Zillig's hand and started to lead her in. Zillig glanced back at Will, and he gave her a thumbs up, and then turned to the next person in line.

Will the bouncer was right, it wasn't the noise. It was...everything. It was loud, it was dark with lights flashing in time to the music, it was hot, and everyone was so close together. They were all doing a thing they knew and she didn't and she felt so, so small.

"Siobhan!" she yelled over the noise. "I don't think I can do this!"

Siobhan stopped immediately, and turned and bent down "Come on, let's go upstairs for a second."

Siobhan led them up some stairs to a balcony overlooking the dance floor. People here were sitting and drinking, or watching the dance floor. When they got there, Siobhan knelt down. "If you really are uncomfortable, then we'll leave right away. But, why don't we take a minute or two over by the balcony and watch. You can see what's up. A nice thing about EDM night is there are a lot of coordinated dances. I can show you how to Electric Slide!" She grinned.

Zillig could tell that Siobhan very much wanted to show her human dancing and for Zillig to dance with her. The thought of the two of them together on the floor moving in time and pressing close to each other did sound appealing. It's just that human dancing - like lots of human activities - was just...so much. "Okay" She said. "Let's watch for a bit, then go out."

[bear-boi-5]

Mama Hen and her 3 Rascals

The 3 lil rascals

Carrot is the oldest. He's probably the most annoying of the 3. What he does is at random points during the night, he'll appear at the electric gate used to fend off Jala and Pepper and whatever other gate animatronics I make. What he'll do is he'll try to bite down on the wires. If you let him, the gate will short circuit and take a longer for it to start back up once you used it. You can drive him away with your newly acquired animal taser and zapping him if he tries. But be careful. Don't wanna use that too much.

Turnip is probably the easiest of the 3. She'll try and run into your office. Let her get in and she'll hide under the table. Letting her be under the table will cause her to peck at you to get out giving you less time to be under there while dealing with threats using the desk. If you see her run in, you just need to quickly zap her and she'll run back out. Once again. Use carefully.

The last is Parsnip. A middle ground. He'll crawl through the vents and start trying to poke things into the fans that give you your oxygen. You have to turn on the bright light in the vents to get him to scurry away, he hates bright lights.

Mama Hen

Mama Hen stays in her designated room. That animal taser mechanic comes back into play here. To prevent you from just spamming the taser all willy nilly, every time you zap Turnip and Carrot, a meter will build up on Mama Hen's camera. She'll slowly look up and look at the camera. Once the meter is full, she'll activate.

She's AGGRESSIVE. Moves quickly, making her way to the office. She'll go for either door. The right door can close while the left can't. If she goes to the right, quickly close it (she has a low kill timer meaning she'll Jumpscare you quickly if you take too long). If she goes for the left, hide under the desk.

[theunsweetenedtruth]

Promises (7)

Pairing: Erik Stevens x Ada Moore (OC)

AN: Originally written in 2018

Warnings: The n word because we're black over here and Erik is annoying.

The change in Erik was evident after the doctor's appointment.

Packages arrived the next week, taking up space in the living room but Ada ignored them in favor of retreating to her room. She was tired and hadn't been sleeping well. It might've had something to do with her baby father sleeping on her couch. 

She didn't expect his presence to affect her so much but she'd forgotten how much Erik could occupy a space, not in a messy way, but in a "you're gonna remember I'm here" way. It was hard to ignore him when he was driving her to and from work, taking her to run errands, paying for shit. He was integrated himself back into her life at a pace she wasn't ready for. But she didn't mind it either. She wasn't used to him being around so long; by this time, Erik would be preparing to head out on another mission but it seemed that he was making himself comfortable. Except there was no way he was. Her couch was meant for sitting and napping, not for full on sleeping. 

Ada thought about inviting him in the bed with her but didn't want to risk succumbing to her hormones. She'd also forgotten how little clothes Erik wore on a regular basis. No shirt, muscles bulging, gray sweatpants hanging low on his hips, dick swinging freely. And when he was working, he'd pull out his gold rimmed glasses. Ada has to lock herself in her room before she threw herself across his lap presenting herself to him like a cat in heat. But it's not like you could get pregnant, her inner voice pleaded for her to give in. 

Shut up, hoe. Ada rubbed her temples as she sat on the bed. Her head hurt and she was hungry but she was hiding in her room from the sexual demon that was Erik. But this was her house. So fuck that. 

She got up and opened the door. The scene in her living room was worst than she imagined and she stopped in her tracks. Erik was sprawled on her couch, no shirt, gray sweatpants, bulge visible through the fabric. Reading a baby book. She could see from her angle in the doorway that he was reading What to Expect When You're Expecting, Ada's own unopened copy calling to her from her nightstand. Every time she found the time to open it, she fell asleep before getting through the first page. Sitting on the end table behind him was another stack of books. She crossed the room to look at the titles.

Babywise: Giving your Infant the Gift of Nighttime Sleep; 100 Baby Names; The Expectant Father; Dad's Guide to Pregnancy for Dummies; and How Not to Fuck Them Up filled out the stack and Ada laughed at the last one. Typical Erik. 

"Did you know she's probably in there sucking her thumb right now?" Erik's voice startled her. "We'll have to stop that shit immediately or else she'll be doing it until she's an adult." 

Ada blinked at him. Where was the man who could barely look at her bump? "Where did you get all these books?"

Erik looked at her bashfully. "Amazon. Figured she's on her way. Might as well know how to take care of her."

Ada sat next to him. "Yeah I use this app to keep up with what she's doing but I haven't been able to read any books. I don't even have a name for her." Ada laughed sardonically. "I'm actually really scared." 

Erik's hand snaked over hers. When she didn't pull away, he linked his fingers with hers. Well I'm here now and we gon figure this shit out together."  Her newfound independence wanted to fight at this but Ada was weary. She was glad he was here, glad she had someone to lean on. So she did, leaning into his side. He wrapped his arm around her, pressing a kiss to her hair. 

Over the few days, Erik was on ten when Ada wanted him to be a solid three point five seven. If he wasn't spewing out random facts about the baby from his baby books, he was now taking an active roll in her pregnancy. He must've been looking at things on google about pregnancy; he started taking her on walks around the neighborhood after dinner. 

"You been complaining about heartburn," he said, slapping her hands out the way and zipping up his her sweater himself. "You need to stop going to sleep right after you eat." He bent down to help her put her shoes on. "Plus walking is supposed to help with making birth easier." He tugged her good over her head, careful not to mess up her hair. "I need that shit to go smoothly so yo ass not breaking my hand all night." 

Ada thought about asking him why he expected to be in the room with her but decided not to. She really couldn't imagine going through it alone but she didn't want him to see her like that. She still wanted him to find her sexy after giving birth. Even if they weren't like that, she didn't want him to be scarred after seeing her give birth to his baby. But she knew there was no way she could ask him to wait in the waiting room with the way he was acting. He was probably going to hold the doctor hostage in the hospital room until she gave birth. 

After walking one evening, Ada stood in front of the full length mirror in her bedroom in just her bra and panties. Her hands trailed over her bump reverently. She still couldn't believe this was her body. She didn't have that much time to go. She felt eyes on her and met Erik's through the cracked open door. She swallowed around the lump in her throat at the look in his eyes. They were dark with arousal and she unconsciously trailed her gaze over his body. He was dressed still from their walk but still in his sweats. She could see his dick rising at her attention and she licked her lips... 

Erik cleared his throat and her eyes snapped up to his. He raised an eyebrow but she turned back to the mirror. "I'm getting a few stretch marks." She concentrated on the new faint lines in an effort to calm the throbbing in her lower region. 

"I'm surprised you don't have more with that big belly." His voice was closer as he came up behind her in the mirror. She could feel the heat of his body against her back. She watched him through the mirror, saw him clench his fists, his hesitation, before he slid his hands around her waist to press to her stomach. The skin to skin contact was jarring for her; there was an intimacy to his actions, him caressing the bare skin of her belly. He buried his face into her neck and his breaths tickled her neck. They stood there like that for a while, even the baby was still in the moment. When he pulled away, Ada held her breath until he walked away and shut the door behind him. 

The next morning, there was a bottle of argon oil on her nightstand. 

Another night found them sprawled on opposite end a of the couch, Ada's feet resting in Erik's lap while he rubbed them for her. She was reading names from a new baby names book. Erik has hated all the names in the other one. Emma and Jessica wasn't gonna cut it for his baby girl. 

"What about Zuri?"

Erik made a face. "Absolutely not." Ada looked at him questioningly before rolling her eyes. 

"Amara?" 

"Eh." 

"Amaya?" No response. "Makena?" Again no response. She looked up from the book. "Look. We need a name." Erik continues rubbing her feet, staring intensely at her white toes. "I can pick a name without you if you don't want to do this?"

Erik kissed his teeth. "Just keep going. I'll know it when I hear it." 

Ada sighed. "Nala?"  "Too Lion King." She snorted. 

"I didn't even think about that. Nia?" 

"Nah." 

"Nuru? It means filled with light." She thought maybe telling him the meanings would stir something in him. 

He hummed, a good sign, so Ada used the colorful tabs she had to mark the name and page. 

As she flipped through the pages, another name caught her eye. "Hey what about Sade? It means 'honor bestows a crown'? I think it's appropriate since her daddy's a prince." 

Erik looked at her finally. "Sade," he tested. "Sade Isabella? For your grandma?"

Tears came to her eyes. Ada wished her grandmother could meet her. "Yeah that sounds great." 

"Ada," Erik's voice woke her up out of her sleep and she opened bleary eyes to peer at him. 

"Wha izit 'rik?" She mumbled. It had been a long day at the daycare and at thirty-nine weeks, Ada was getting too big to be running after all the kids there. 

"Come on, we're gonna do a test drive to the hospital."

Ada thought she might have misheard him before grabbing her phone from the nightstand. "Nigga. It's two thirty in the morning. Now isn't the time to be having drills and shit." 

Erik kissed his teeth. He was gonna stop that shit before she gave him something to kiss his teeth over. "The baby could come at any moment. Better for us to practice than to be struggling to figure out the best route the day of." Ada whined. "Come on Ada." He pulled her to sit up, tugging her coat around her, pulling her arms through the sleeves. By the time he kneeled to put her shoes on, Ada was more awake and rubbing her eyes to clear the fog. 

Erik stopped to pick up a bag tucked into the front hall closet. "What's in the bag?" 

"It's your hospital bag." Ada looked at the bag. It was a black duffle, bulging with things. She knew his worried ass overpacked but she was too tired to fight him on it. She hadn't started to pack for herself so she might as well use his bag as a blueprint. She'd sift through it and eliminate the unnecessary items later.

He helped her gingerly down the stairs—the elevator moved too slow for his liking—before he tucked her carefully into the passenger seat of a car she'd never seen before. She looked at him questioningly. 

Erik looked shy. "I can't carry a car seat or stroller in the Porsche." Ada turned to look into the back and sure enough there was a backward facing car seat in the center seat—the safest place according to his best friend, Google—and a mirror attached to the headrest. She knew if she looked in the trunk, she'd find a matching stroller. 

Ada turned back to him. "Is this what you do when I'm at work? When did you get this?" 

Erik began driving, navigating the larger vehicle just as well as he did his old car. "I picked it out and had someone pick it up when it was tricked out the way I wanted. They dropped it off here for me." Ada just shook her head and settled in for the fifteen minute drive to hospital. 

When they got back home, Ada felt almost dead on her feet, grateful Erik had pulled this shit on a weekend. She watched him start settling in on the couch but it didn't feel right to her. She wanted him next to her in bed. She was tired of fighting herself when she just wanted to be up under him. 

"You need something baby girl?" 

"You." He blinked a few times. "I mean. The couch isn't that comfortable. You could come in the bed if you want." She was nervous. 

Erik surprised her. After staring at her for a few beats too long, he rose to his feet, gesturing for her to proceed him in the room. The room felt smaller with him in it and she absently noted they still had their respective sides of the bed. Erik's eyes stayed on hers as he undressed, pulling his jacket off and his shirt over his head in a way that was so familiar to Ada. She started to follow suit, unzipping her coat and stepping out of her shoes. She was already in her pajamas, not having gotten properly dressed for their excursion. Erik maintained eye contact as he untied the string of his sweatpants and dropping them. Ada quickly averted her eyes, worried that he going without draws again. 

She snuck a peek. Boxer briefs. Not that much better. 

Ada crawled under the sheets laying on her back and feeling Erik do the same. The air was heavy between them. This was not what she pictured when she invited him in her bed. Okay. She wasn't ready for what she'd imagined but she still expected more than the uncomfortable feeling swirling in the air. 

"Come here," Erik's voice rumbled next to her before he shifted her into a position they were familiar with. He was the big spoon, the lines of his body pressed into her back, his arm under her head and his other arm sling across her hips. Ada was content, beginning to drift off when she felt his calloused hand shove her sleep shirt up. He settled his hand on the bare skin of her belly, rubbing. Sade nudged back before settling on the side where her daddy's hand was. Ada fell into a deep sleep after that.

[dreamingdarklyblog]

Good evening everyone. @jerolk here, giving some details on the various ways into DreamingDarkly's head that she can read right now. These are all active triggers/suggestions or ones that I've used in the very recent past

So first we have the standard trance trigger, the whole dropping into trance, falling away, etc. By far the most versatile of the ways that I can work with. Taking her extremely deep usually means she can't respond to you beyond a yes, no, think so, or ok. Not a place to be if you don't know for sure exactly what you want to do, or in her case, how she'll perceive it. In a medium level of trance, she's much more talkative, and generally helpful in brainwashing herself by giving opinions and sharing thoughts when asked. Absolutely the most time consuming method though, as even simpler concepts can take an hour to get across at times.

Next, we have the visualizer method. After some shopping around we chose one that has no old associations with it, and I've been working on strengthening the response (feeling happy, relaxed, horny, fixated, open, and more vulnerable than even the deepest trance). When shown the visualizer website (nimja!), and the right trigger phrase, she opens the page and learns the Truth, something that has to be drained out of her later or slept on to deactivate. She repeats back the Truth in discord as she learns it, so I can keep an eye on her and reassure her that I'm still there and haven't left her. Due to the nature of the site though, shorter phrases are better absorbed. It's not a method for complex ideas, but for things like making her sluttier, or killing her embarrassment, it's great. I have a snipped imgur gif of it as well, but it's not as easy to use as a quick fixation and induction when the words aren't dead center of the visualization. That part is a work in progress.

Next we have big tits making her more suggestible in general. Combine that with a hallucination trigger to make her see her tits growing, and you have a very solid way of twisting her logic through conversation. Some of my better work has come out of these times, and the suggestions given here tend to stay for quite a while. It's very rewarding when it works, but her and I have some talking to do when it comes to what the work "suggestible" means.

The same affect as above, only magnified occurs when she thinks she's sucking cock. This one is newer but is showing itself to be very useful. Big tits draw someone's attention, but sucking cock is an active process. Active processes make it easier to focus, and more focus means deeper suggestibility. Also, she finds cum doing things to her (making her dumber, her tits grow, her being more distracted, etc) very hot.

Last but not least, we have a trigger that makes whatever I told her last to be more true to her than it was before (not true to alittle true, alittle true to true, and true to very true). This is done while she's awake and aware, and she can feel her opinions changing. This often leads to a very consensual non-consent situation, because I know she finds it very hot to be mind control "live", but its still strange and probably low-key horrific to feel your mind twisting under the words of someone else. Still, she's really enjoying it, and so am I, so we'll keep using it.

Oh, and her reinforcement file. It's a text document that when triggered she drops into a light trance, reads and absorbs, then rubs herself right to the edge of a massive orgasm before waking up and cumming, so the orgasm hits her waking mind, leaving her aching for that feeling again. It's a way to outline things in detail but also simply that I want to keep fresh and rolling as we play, and where stuff like those blog triggers are headed.

And that's about the long and short of it right now. If you wonderful people have questions, hit me with them.

[purplehanfu]

Self Indulgent Birthday Post: 2023

notes: Spoilers!, probably. Yay, it's my birthday again! Enjoy some of my finest unfinished work!

Oh? You have both my interest and attention!

Booooo.... (this disappointment brought to you by The Young Brewmaster’s Adventure, which happens to be the prequel to Blood of Youth)

Recap Recycle Bin

So many dramas and never enough time to write a full review. Read on! 

Dominator of Martial Gods

tl:dr for this drama

Each episode is 35 minutes long, feels like 3,500 minutes, and delivers maybe 10 minutes worth of story. Impressive! 

We waste a great deal of time in the first few episodes watching Qin Chen and the bootlicking alchemist refine a needle that will allow our hero to activate his bloodline. Intriguing, because you often hear dramas refer to treasures being refined into weapons, but you never see the process. There's a reason for this- it does not make for compelling viewing. But that does not stop us from standing around arguing about the specs and adding things to the oven. This process was more fun when Chu Wanning just takes you up to the lake. On a technical note, I am enamored of the way the ever present green screened background makes no attempt to be in scale with the human actors.

My Deepest Dream

Ooh, a plot with a time loop, evil birds, superpowers, getting sucked into the Marianas Trench when you just wanted to go on a scuba diving excursion and JIN HAN!!! But, as always, there's a glitch in the matrix.

Our heroine realizes she has lost a year of her life and no one has noticed. No one except the astrophysics PhD candidate turned car mechanic Wu Yu (JIN HAN!!!). Wu Yu divulges that he can read a phone screen at 10 kilometers. But mostly he uses his special eyes to keep an elaborate dossier on the comings and goings of the FL, who lives across the street from the garage he works at. Is that creepy or romantic?

don’t be silly, if it were a Marvel movie we’d be having an interminable CGI sky battle 

Till the End of the Moon

Meet Tantai Jin. As you may have noticed from his costume design, he's totally evil.

He's a goal-oriented CEO who's turned the Devil Sect into a high reliability organization that generates impactful customer experiences (annihilation). I bet he's evil enough to use six sigma. But where Tantai Jin truly shines is personal branding. You may not be buying what he's selling, but product recognition is through the roof.

Tantai Jin seen here working out of his travel office: a flaming, flying boudoir with melting skull detail. This is why CEOs should never make more than 10x what the average worker does.

Circle of Love

I can see why the Republican period was relatively short. Everybody setting fire to each other's estates, staying out late ballroom dancing, getting uniforms tailored, making sure there are enough manacles to chain the female lead to a bed... it doesn't really leave a lot of time for governance.

We start out, as we generally do, with a clean sweep of the FL's family, in this case via a big ol' raging house fire. Where is everyone? Or even anyone? Even Maid's Revenge scraped up some extras to be dead family members.

My Kung Fu Girlfriend

Slow your roll, it ain't GL.

You know what they say- it's not whether you win or lose the MMORPG, it's how you min max all your stats and then act like an ass in chat about it.

Meet Huang Xiao Yu. She clearly did not pay to win because she is the low XP real life martial sister of a kung fu champion. In this drama, she'll level up in love and life with the help of an OP MMO NPC who escapes her game and shows up uninvited in the real world.

The Antarctic Octopus

Not to be confused with the 2020 film Big Octopus. I guess that's the great thing about having an audience of over a billion people- even the most niche interest has plenty of content.

This is how you dress when you visit your Uncle Pete in Antarctica.

In this movie: monsters, explosions, a supercharged ice jalopy and a dedicated ignorance of the laws of physics usually only seen in a Fast and Furious film. But credit where it's due: The Antarctic Octopus delivers. Only 12 seconds in and we get our first tentacle!

available free on youtube although how bravely they were fighting is up for debate

Bonus Content: Superlatives

In the Day We Flipped

My post of the year!

Getting over 500 likes on a review? Unexpected.

Forgetting to add a link back to my other recaps? Priceless.

Bloody Romance

still my favorite drama

when your grandma’s a zombie and she was left in a cave to guard a tiny box with one (1) restorative pill in it and she’s suspended by her hair but her hair is also like tentacles that can kill people and she thinks you’re your mom but she still loves you. 💚💚💚 But then she starts screaming and tries to strangle you with her hair.

Heroes

2nd favorite drama

you know something’s good when you have a file called ‘sappy su mengzhen yang wuxie edits.txt’

go get your man, Wuxie!

pinboard full of recaps!

[alphabetcrashcourse]

AOT Live Text Reaction

I've decided to post a live text reaction to AOT now that I'm watching it after it finished releasing. Up to episode six, here are my thoughts so far:

Everyone in this show apart from the main characters is really, really dumb. You are being actively hunted by immortal zombies you know NOTHING about. Sure you have your Big Wall-onii san to protect you, but you also have a growing population and dwindling resources. There is no excuse to sit on your hands for a hundred years. You don't even have to fight the monsters! Just go out there and study them! Invest in being FAST! In running AWAY!

Idk what on earth happened a hundred yeara ago, but my bet is that these idiots in charge somehow caused it and most definitely deserve whatever's coming to them.

Eren: He gives me weird vibes, like he's constantly angry or on edge. He seems more desperate than the average protagonist. Not even after his mom being nommed, (which was horrifying by the way, that kinda trauma CAN turn a kid into a sociopath- Eren turned out okay, all things considered.) But before that as well, he was running around trying ro make everyone see reason at age like ten, and HE was treated as the weird one.

Also he doesn't smile much, like I could count on one hand how many times he smiled in episode 5.

Mikasa: Honey. Get a new goal in life, he's not interested. Like I get that it's probably not strictly romantic interest on her part, he's the only family she has left so of COURSE she wants to protect him. That being said Eren does NOT feel the same. Hell, I'm getting the vibe that the only reason he listens to her is because she's stronger than him. Also she seem's to be the studio's favourite. All her scenes are more fluid and detailed.

I want her to grow to have more goals and interests.

Armin: He's ypur typical 3rd cowardly character. The show keeps insisting he's smart but the bar for these characters is low so my hopes aren't high. Like an example of him being smart was the curiosity to SEE OUTSIDE. And somehow that was a novel idea. But he does this weird sense of pride that comes from seemingly nowhere, it makes him interesting.

I want him to stop being a coward. But NOT in a self-sacrificial way.

ONTO THE REACTION!

Op still slaps.

I like the part where they all jump up together, and that Jaeger means hunter and is Eren's last name.

Oh so Eren is just dead. Congrats Armin on becoming the new main character! Ha. Good luck.

LESBIANS! This show has lesbians! Is this confirmed or is it just anime being anime?

See, this is the weird pride I was talking about.

Hate the wagon guy.

WHY IS THAT TITAN SO FAST?!?!

Oh Mikasa great! Kill this guy.

She seems so proud of herself for helping the citizens. Maybe fulfilling her dury will beco.e her new ambition and she'll get over Eren. Hopefully that arcs happens fast, before she finds out he's dead...

Mikasa backstory? Maybe SHE'S our new protagonist

Oh yeah what did happen to Eren's dad- OH DAMN HER PARENTS DEAD!

Look here, this is what I mean. This is not the face a normal 10yo kid would make, like this is an abnormal situation but an ordinary kid would NOT react like that.

Oriental? So is this a magical kidnapping or a racist kidnapping? Just trying to figure out what to be angry about.

Oh damn Mikasa's mum is UNHINGED!

Oh so baby Eren is psychopath CONFIRMED.

Awww, Mikasa has her mum's crazy~

The scarf!! From the ending!!

Okay yeah they're cute, I see the ship. But at the same time this pivotal moment in Mikasa's life was originally motivated by anger, desperation and finally pity on Eren's end.

Oh yeah Eren's still dead.

And that's the episode!

SO glad I didn't get too attached to Mikasa. You aren't gonna get me that easily show!