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[apollosbirthdayplaylist]

緑黄色社会 (Ryokuoushoku Shakai) - sabotage

[superstarz9]

So y’all fw Mr. Puzzles hcs?

Cause I got some :]

So canonically, based off the emerging movements he makes going from tv mode to ‘normal’ mode and the appearance of his arms/legs, there isn’t much of Puzzles that’s human anymore. The closest things he may have left is his heart and lungs (since he smokes, but that’s also a stretch).

While I prefer the idea thar he smokes, I like to think that he only holds the cigarette and pretends to smoke with a small smoke machine in the back, since the cig isn’t actually lit in the scene (not on purpose, of course).

As a kid, he was inspired to smoke from the old cigarette ads in cartoons (like the Flintstones Winston commercial).

He loves cooking shows and remaking the recipes, but he can’t eat. For a relationship hc (platonic or romantic), he’d probably love making food for you and get feedback on his cooking (eg, more spices, cook more/less, different recommendations). And compliments, of course. Always gotta compliment the chef, after all.

Body-wise (and this one might be kinda gross cause of minor body horror so skip if not comfortable), since we’ve established that there isn’t anything organic anymore about his body, he probably looks like a wire version of muscle anatomy. He’s very self-conscious about this, and tries to hide it the best of his abilities (long clothes, wrapping his arms to keep his shirt in place, the gloves). To add, his brain is probably a unique motherboard with wires surrounding it like a brain.

He sees and hears through the antennas, and makes sure to keep then aligned as much as possible. If one of them is slightly bent out of their usual shape, things look and sound very broken, like your vision going in and out. To add, the top dial changes the channel from his expressions to a specific show, and the lower dial adjusts his volume.

Technically canon but he has heterochromia! His right eye is dark brownish and his left is light blue. (He has homophobia in his eyes 😔 /j /ref)

We already know he stims lets bffr.

My friend’s hc: His angry/scary/humanoid face is parts of his original face, as well as the face that glitches during the movie’s end (I stg I know where that face is from. I wanna say Jack Stauber but I know it’s some kind of claymation. Speaking of Jack Stauber, Mr. Puzzles kinda gives Mirror Man vibes, y’know?).

Since he’s not as human anymore, he doesn’t get sick normally. However, he can get versions of illnesses through similar methods. He can overheat and power off on hot days, and he’s probably not great in rain. His signal also jams when it rains, so he’d constantly be bumping into stuff and wouldn’t be able to control the channels properly (I say control the channels cause idk what else to call it but that thing he does in the movie where he runs all the channels in his head and stuff. His head’s still a fully functional tv after all). If he’s shocked with lighting or smth, he’ll lose his signal, which is his equivalent of going into a coma.

Speaking of rain, he’ll try his best to be on top of the weather and carry an umbrella. However, if he doesn’t have actors for the weather channel and is preoccupied with other projects, he’ll be stuck at the studio waiting out the storm. Relationship hcs for this can be rlly funny. You’d catch him all bitter about the sudden rain as he stands by the door waiting for a cab or smth. If you pull out an umbrella, he’s turn into an absolute drama queen. “Oh, it’s such a TRAVESTY! This HORRIBLE rain just WON’T lighten up! Oh, if only there was someone so kind and caring who’d share their umbrella with me!” You could a) not share the umbrella and receive an even more bitter Puzzles, b) insist on holding the umbrella and have him walk with you awkwardly, or c) give him the umbrella but he holds it so high that you still get wet.

Despite his hatred for the rain, it’s one of the few things he can still enjoy about his humanity. Being a bunch of wires and other tech, he can’t feel anything, just being numb, minus a light electrical pulse, similar to a heart beat. He can’t feel specific textures but can grab and roughly identify objects. However, he can feel the rain and how different it is from other things, and it reconnects him with the real world. For any Steven Universe fans, it’s like Peridot stepping out into the rain for the first time, but more somber.

If he’s out in the rain one day, he’s sick the next. When he sneezes, his screen goes static-y for the moment.

When he sleeps, he has a black screen with the small “sleep mode” pop-up in the corner. He’s also a very light sleeper.

When he zones out, it’s the Puzzlevision logo bouncing across the screen as a screen-saver.

Aight that’s all I got right now. If this does well I’ll post some more!

[enj4s]

VAMPIRE BOY, BITE ME IN THE MOONLIGHT! ᡣ𐭩 .

─── ˚୨୧⋆ PAIRINGS; subaru sakamaki, 𖥻SUBARU x fem! reader ｡˚ ⋆

─── ˚୨୧⋆ 𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙎; smut. swearing. fem!dom! reader. reader is mean, again. pegging. (lil) hair pulling. hickies. crying. toxic relationship. both are fucked in the head.

★ Author note 😆😆!!: Whoever requested ts excuse my dramatic ass, I LOVE drama as you can see. (sorry btw) enjoy 🤤‼️ yallyal request I got nun to do other than rot in my bed 💔

It was one of those days-

You were a patient and laid-back person, or so you and some people thought. But your anger issues have gone up the roof since you met the seven diabolic, unhinged brothers.

Their mothers and Karlheinz were just as bad, if not even worse. The Mukamis could not redeem themselves but they were bearable, especially Azusa who was just less annoying and irritating, or atleast didn't make you wanna dig your nails in your skin and clutch hard till it bleeds, like the others. You had an exception between the seven Sakamaki siblings as well, whom was Subaru.

Subaru was one helluva person to deal with. If not for Karlheinz introducing you to his past, you would've kept your first impression of him, which was he had rabies.

That boy was as layered and complicated as an onion, and trying to navigate through his mind and emotions was gonna drive you mad. One moment he's calling you a dense ass for dropping a pencil or getting bitten, and the other he's glancing at you all soft like a high school girl in love would.

You swore you have spent and used more brain cells on trying to see through him than you had on maths. He could be downright cruel at times, and even dismissed you so harshly that you favored the men-whore final boss (Laito) over him for some while, which didn't last long when he forced you so adorably in a 'relationship' with him or is what you thought, since he ordered you to resist if any of his brothers try to bite you. What else did it mean?

He would become absolutely feral when he got jealous. It was pretty easy to make him reach that point, but dangerous. He would start yelling at you and destroying everything around him in blind rage when he saw you talk to a male teacher or student or his brother's, going as far as attempting drain you of plasma. It was all too tiring and frustrating, you wanted nothing but quietness, to be left alone and ignored.

His delusion of you being his was so utterly nonsensical, but you went along with it for your safety and sanity, it was wise to sometimes give up and give in to his delusions, which he used as a control and power element. Resisting only meant to get bit to near death, where you'd start to see stars and lights that you thought only existed in cartoons, or, like these times, when he'd strangle you.

-where you'd snap.

"Shut the FUCK UP!" You'd yell at the top of your lungs, couldn't you even be strangled to death silently? His yammering of you being a betrayer was so damn irritating. Subaru jolted and flinched away form the volume of your voice, that look on your eyes, he backed up slightly, his grip on your throat weakened. In a swift movement, you dug your nails deep into his unhealthily pale wrists, shoving him away with every ounce of strength you had left.

Subaru stumbled backwards, catching himself quickly, his white boots stepping on a broken shard of glass from a vase that you bet was supposed to be cherished. You felt guilty for using one of his traumas against him to make him halt, stop. Yes, but did it save you from getting choked? Yes.

The anger was incredibly contagious, you bite your lip to hold back all the insults and traumas you could bring up, knowing that it would just bring you brutal death and a quick burial in dirt in the next hour, you shut your mouth, trying to find saliva to relieve your sore throat that was deeply in dire need of moisture.

The grip he had on your throat just now had been so tight you could've sworn he had actually meant to kill you for a second. Your breathing became labored. Your heartbeat was stubborn and didn't wanna settle down. Your eyes stared back at Subaru's with a mixture of tears and fury, you blink. Trying to help your eyes get used to the light again.

Both of you had your flaws and toxic traits, you suddenly found yourself on top of Subaru, a hard grip on his hair that matched his on your throat earlier, you wipe salty tears away, everything was a blur. You swore you couldn't remember a thing. You'd insult other people for not controlling their actions, yet you couldn't keep yours in check either.

"Sorry," You murmured against his pale skin, kissing alongside the hickies and bite marks you left on his neck. They looked painful. He was a vampire, so you didn't worry too much. They'd heal in an hour or two. You were still between his thighs, cum dripped down his hips and legs.

"You just piss me off sometimes...It's so childish when you start yammering and yelling, creating scenes when I talk to anyone," You watched his wine red eyes trail down in something like shame. His mouth was sewed shut, he was already embarrassed from moaning as loud as he yells. He was cuter when he was quiet, you note, and grin silently, propping yourself on your knees to thrust inside him again without warning, tearing a shriek from the albino beneath you, he drops his head down on the pillows, you were making him feel way too good, as rough as it was.

It almost seemed like you were still taking your anger out on him as you pounded inside him harshly. Subaru felt his stomach coil and he tightens, when you'd lean down to whisper sweet nothings in his ear that didn't match your humping.

“C-ca- ah! Can’t! Hah..” Subaru whined shakily, a sound he'd drop dead before making if he was in his right state of his mind. He hiccups and whimpers as he covered his face with his hands. “So full..hic- too much," His legs dangle like a rag doll's from your shoulders as you plundge inside him deeper and deeper with each delicious thrust.

You lean down with a sigh, catching Subaru's lips in a kiss, and grab at his long bangs, tugging hard to tilt his head upward, and swallow down the loud wail that was about to wrack from his body as he came, vibrating slightly and hips thrusting up pathetically in the air. His fangs poked at your lip a bit painfully as he tried to bite down his noises, now chasing after your lips and the little blood that threatened to spill.

Getting strangled or beat again later from a flustered Subaru wouldn't be surprising after wracking his shit, but it was worth it. You could only laugh as he emptily threatened to break your arm after this, complaining that he couldn't feel his legs and that you're a perv.

─── ˚୨୧⋆ @enj4s ♡ @un0rin ♡

don't repost or copy I know where u live 👁

[cagesofgold]

Hand by Hand.

Jayce x Viktor - Arcane. (S2 spoilers!!)

The air which whipped around the lab had never felt more cold. Thick, heavy. The kind that caught in Jayce’s throat, stuffing every weeping crevice and filling his lungs with uncomfortable devastation. He left four minutes ago. Jayce felt as if he could still hear that rhythmic clicking of his cane against the linoleum hallway, decreasing in volume as he grew figuratively and literally further and further away.

His head fell to his hands, spine aligned with the desk as he sat slumped on the ground, staring intensely at the door - hoping he would burst back through at any moment.

But that wasn’t Viktor. Viktor didn’t look back and Jayce always did. Maybe that’s why they kept growing further apart, Viktor entering the mist of newfound exploration whilst Jayce stood stationary four steps behind staring in the opposite direction.

How did he let this happen?

It was as if everything had happened behind his back while he was engaged in other, and in hindsight less important matters. At least, they felt that way to him as he lay alone. His chest still hurt from the council bombing, and the flimsy bandage he’d twisted around his torso did little to contain the despair that leaked out of every part of him.

He’d faced hardship before but he’d never felt less helpless. He always had a plan, and when he lacked motivation he could always rely on the gaunt man with wiry hair, who would always provide strangely wise advice as he tapped his finger against a test tube.

That test tube was on the floor. About five feet away from Jayce’s languid body, which resigned further into itself.

It was only ten minutes ago he had been lulled by the comfort of sleep. Head resting on his wrists and Viktor’s vitals beeping on a screen in front of him. He’d spent the past few nights monitoring it cautiously. Every few minutes casting a glance over his shoulder to make sure his partner was still encased in the lurid liquid, which pulsed and pulled at his body in a way that concerned Jayce slightly. Mel had visited a handful of times, lingering hesitantly at the door until she was noticed by the man who scrambled with papers and drawings. She’d touch his shoulder gently, suggesting that rest in a bed would be the best plan of action for both him and the healing man behind them. Her hand was brushed off, and he returned to meddling with his partner’s research - written in scrawl he could barely make out. The legibility between the two always differed, Jayce’s hand having been eloquently trained whilst Viktor’s tried to mimic those of topside in order to fit in.

He’d mentioned it one night. Where the two worked into the early morning, two cups - one with coffee and one with tea, leaving deep coloured ringlets on the paperwork below it. Jayce was trying his hand at comprehending the council’s legislations, fingers dusting over copious empty signature boxes he had to fill out before the meeting that morning. As he flicked through the pile, seemingly endless and only growing in the need for signatures, he turned to the man beside him. Viktor sat with his head resting in one hand, his other sketching a new invention, light lines coalescing with thicker ones as he hummed quietly to himself.

Jayce knew what he was humming as he had asked before. Every-time Viktor entered his own little bubble of invention, he would begin to hum a tune, so much to the point Jayce had started humming it too as he marched around on council errands. Viktor told him it was from his time in the under-city as a child, when he would sit by the ponds driving a mangled screwdriver into a piece of driftwood as he hummed. The habit had carried on, and the song wasn’t any sort of lullaby or hymn. It was simply one he had made up himself.

“Viktor?” Jayce asked quietly, leaning a little further to the left to try and gently get his partner’s attention.

“Hm?” Viktor murmured, rotating his head slightly to the right, still held up by his thin hand as his hair draped over his eyes.

Jayce smiled, “Whatcha up to?”, rising from his chair and picking up a few pieces of paperwork from the mass pile.

Viktor shrugged, pausing his drawing for a moment to let a long sigh rack his shoulders. He put the pencil to one side, stretching out his fingers which had been contorted for the past few hours.

“I’m attempting to lay out blueprints for a new piece of Hextech.” He croaked out, running his free hand down his face. “I’m not entirely happy with it.”

“When are you ever entirely happy with it.” Jayce teased, rolling his own shoulders back as he drew closer to Viktor’s desk. “What’s it for?”

“Healthcare.” Viktor replied, picking up the small piece of parchment and holding it up for Jayce to see. “It’s for aiding elderly.”

Jayce nodded in approval, to which Viktor returned the paper down onto the desk, and leant back fully in his chair.

“What about you?” He inquired, “Council duties?”

Jayce chuckled at his tone, words always laced in a slight mocking jeer at his new position in Piltover.

“As a matter of fact it is.”

“Mmm.”

“Don’t be like that!” Jayce laughed, in that gawky way that always slightly alarmed Viktor. Jayce let his hand grip Viktor’s shoulder, his fingers fully wrapping around the man’s lithe muscle - he sometimes forgot how slight Viktor was. Their statures differed completely, Jayce stood tall and proud while Viktor leant on his cane and had his eyes downcast.

Why couldn’t he have seen it before?

“I was wondering if I could ask a favor…” Jayce sang, crouching down beside Viktor who eyed him suspiciously. “I have…an actual shit ton of paperwork that needs signed for today, and I was wondering-“

“No.”

“Viktor, please!” Jayce huffed, crossing his arms in a way that Viktor always thought made him look like a cross toddler. “It’s only four documents, all I need is for you to copy my signature, it won’t take long.” Jayce held up a stapled envelope he had already signed, pointing at it with his finger as if that would somehow entice Viktor into doing something he had completely no interest in doing.

“It’s not like they would be able to tell.” Jayce whined, and as he leant further towards Viktor - the moonlight which cascaded through the window panes circled his purpling eye-bags in a worrisome way. They clung to the bottom of his waterline, a deep crimson at the top and a deep mauve towards his cheeks. He had been spending the past few nights in the lab, Viktor knew. And unfortunately for him Jayce was not as accustomed to the late hour as Viktor was.

Which led to Viktor sighing, putting his head in one hand, and reaching for the paperwork with the other.

“Yes!” Jayce rejoiced, jumping up to standing as he placed the paperwork on the table in front of Viktor. “All you need to do is sign where it says, ‘Jayce Tails’, and just copy how i’ve done it here.” He again referred to the envelope which housed his elegant signature, curvy and long in all the right places.

“Uh..” Viktor hummed under his breath, his hand hesitating over the first line, pencil gripped between two shaking fingers.

Jayce had already turned away and returned to his desk, tapping his leather bound shoe against the floor - the little gilt buckle chiming along with the rhythm.

Viktor glanced at him, then back at the paper. His signature was so incredibly neat, precise and printed in the exact same way on every piece of paper. Viktor knew it never took him more than a few seconds, yet it would take Viktor at least five minutes to even attempt the ostentatiously perfect calligraphy and the end result wouldn’t even slightly mirror it.

“How’s it coming?” Jayce questioned, turning to Viktor as the wheels of his chair screeched against the ground.

“Um…okay.” Viktor coughed, placing the tip of the wooden pencil against the start of the box, and starting a hesitant line. He cursed under his breath, that singular line was already wrong and his hand began to shake to a greater intensity.

He tried again, and again, each marking growing shakier and less confident as his eyes darted from Jayce’s hand to his own.

“Throwing in the towel?”

Viktor’s blood ran cold at the realization Jayce was directly above him, watching intently at the attempted calligraphy which had just resulted in scrawl. Viktor moved his hand to cover it, letting out a wary chuckle and trying his hardest to not focus on the looming presence behind him.

“Viktor?” Jayce whispered, rotating his body around the chair till he was adjacent to Viktor rather than behind. He stifled a laugh, “Can I see?”

“No.” Viktor huffed, shoving the papers which had evident ruffles where his frustrated hands had gripped it, under a pile of tools.

“Alright..well, I am gonna need that paperwork, or your healthcare tech will never be approved.” Jayce remarked jovially, attempting to dodge the blockage Viktor was providing with his arms. Jayce managed to twist one hand around the attempted barricades, only for Viktor to trap him in his surprisingly strong grip.

Jayce sighed, staring down at the man who hadn’t met his eyes since they started this little debacle.

“Viktor, what’s wrong.” Jayce whispered, eyebrows furrowing in soft concern. He moved out of Viktor’s grip and sat on the desk, crossing his arms across his chest as he observed his visibly frustrated partner.

“I can’t…write like you.” Viktor muttered, eyes still downcast onto the table - refusing to look at Jayce. He knew he would look at him in the most pitiful way and Viktor loathed it.

Jayce’s head cocked to one side, “Of course you can’t.”

Viktor’s head shot up, eyes flickering with a shocked expression which flattened into a confused manner of offense.

“I wasn’t expecting you to be able to. No one writes in the same hand, I just meant copy it best you can, half my signatures on those documents don’t even look marginally the same.” Jayce stuck his thumb over his shoulder and motioned towards the stack of papers on his side of the curved table.

Viktor watched him motionlessly, mouth slightly agape and fingers still gripping the carved oak pencil between worn skin. Jayce’s fervent concern slowly morphed into a slight smirk, his crossed arms tightening as he opened his mouth to say something.

Viktor raised his hand, “If whatever you’re about to say is going to irritate me, please refrain.”

“Were you seriously stressing out that much!” Jayce chortled, lurching forward as laughter spilled out of him. It echoed around the quiet laboratory, filling each corner and presumably leaking out of the window which was cracked open slightly - because Jayce always ran hot. Viktor just watched him in annoyance, face flat and jaw tense as the councilor giggled to himself for a solid two minutes.

“I think the lack of sleep has made you delirious.” Viktor rolled his eyes, retrieving the paperwork from under a particularly weighty spanner and dropping it beside Jayce’s thigh.

Jayce’s laughter died down until it was only a lasting smile, he looked down at the paper, taking it into his hands. His smile grew as he flicked through the pages, seeing the various attempts at his fancy J’s and Y’s. Half of them were scribbled out, but it didn’t make them any less endearing.

“You know, these aren’t half bad.” Jayce chuckled, “Although you write your e’s in a really bizarre way.” He pondered this, lifting the paper up to the moonlight as he focused his critical eye on Viktor’s supposedly “Strange e’s”

“My e’s are not bizarre.” Viktor snipped, turning away from the situation unfolding and dragging his microscope towards him, fiddling with the lenses.

“Your e’s are completely bizarre.” Jayce confirmed, “Look at that!” He pointed towards the end of the e in which it flicked downwards rather than straight, “What’s going on here, Your own interpretation?”

Viktor just started at him blankly from below the microscope, shrugged, and then pushed his face towards the eyepiece. He suddenly spoke up from the scope, hand still rotating the lense until he was satisfied. “In the under - city we didn’t have time to learn how to write fancy e’s. Too busy starving.”

“Oh, do not pull the Under - city card on me.” Jayce gasped, thumping the paper down onto the table.

Viktor shrugged, a small smirk evident from where the rest of his face was shrouded by the equipment.

“You’re a dick.” Jayce rolled his eyes, bringing the paperwork down atop of Viktor’s head with a ‘slap’ before he slid off of the table. Viktor laughed to himself as Jayce sulked back to his desk.

They grew quiet for a moment, Viktor focused on gaining the correct answer to his hypothesis as he switched eyes and continued adjusting the microscope.

“Thank you for signing these, though. Really helped me out.”

Viktor’s head raised, face pulling away from his work for a moment to catch Jayce’s eye. Jayce smiled at him gently, a smile which carried all the way up to his eyes - a smile which only came out when he was speaking to him.

Viktor nodded, to which Jayce returned to signing the rest of the paper’s with a concentrated expression. Jayce didn’t know that Viktor’s gaze lingered on him for a few moments longer, and by the time he looked back Viktor’s eye was deeply focused on something else.

It was always like that with them. Miscommunication. Blindness. Blindness which has only been made obvious to the one who was left behind, clutching his aching side and reminiscing about the past seven years of his life which had all depleted because of their own creation. His, own creation.

He thought it was only him that faced this agony. The kind that swelled inside of his chest and swirled upwards to his throat. But he felt it too, hood obstructing his vision as he wound through the lanes, cane clicking against war - torn ground. He was in the mist, and Jayce was still four steps behind. Except this time Jayce was staring after him, he just couldn’t move.

Jayce rolled over onto his side, a hiss escaping his chapped lips as he felt the remnants of the explosion still evident in the ache of muscle. This laboratory was far too big for one.

He had to find him.

[exquisiteserotonin]

Precious Possessions

Next Chapter

The day is here! The one I hope some of you have been waiting for, the first chapter of my first Dave York fic. I hope you love it as much as I love writing it!

Series Summary: Defense intelligence conferences are always the same informative but also always boring. You didn't expect anything different for this one, but an unexpected meeting with a man named Dave York, changes the trajectory of your conference experience and maybe even more.

Rating/Warnings: This chapter is MA, no smut yet, build up and tension are the name of the game

Word Count: 3.5K

A/N: Also used this song for a little bit of inspiration -

Chapter 1: When He Sees Me

“If you have any more questions or comments, I’ve got my official contact information here,” you spoke clearly as you pointed to the screen behind you, “thank you for your time.”

You shouldn’t have been surprised with the number of attendees at your breakout session. The use of AI in defense intelligence continued to be the hot topic in the intelligence community especially for this year’s conference. You hadn’t spent years of nearly sleepless nights and exhausting mornings with development and research to not be considered one of the foremost experts on the subject.

Professionalism and a line of people eager to speak with you prevented you from leaving when you wanted. You scanned the room full of individuals in stuffy business suits and some in even stuffier medal-decorated uniforms. If you didn’t hold your breath, you’d pass out from the stench of testosterone-fueled arrogance.

“So when I think about AI, the pattern analysis and the information clusters---I kind of get how it makes our jobs easier, in theory,” you heard a voice laden with contemplation but also with condescension say.

You were crouched on the ground packing up your laptop, power cord, and briefcase eager to leave. You stretched your fingers and then closed them into tight fists before opening them again. Tension filled your shoulders, chest, and back as you zipped your briefcase. You took a deep, cooling breath through your nose, holding it in and letting it expand in your lungs until swirling notes of calm slowly began to circulate within you.

“But?” You looked up, slowly releasing the calming air from your lips. When you stood up, you were taken aback by the sight of a roguishly handsome man.

He stood before you, both hands on his hips in a posture that aimed to imbue you with intimidation at his authority. You held his brown-eyed stare with your own, always looking for an excuse to use your well-honed observation skills. He wore a well-fitting, but simultaneously well-used navy blue suit, worn just enough that you assumed he reserved it especially for conferences. You concluded that he be must upper-level management with a defense contractor, but more likely a high-level manager at an intelligence agency.

“I think AI’s shortcoming is its innate lack of understanding of human behavior,” he stated with a shrug. “A lack of human perception means you can’t analyze and decipher intent and it can’t interpret how we make decisions based on feeling, based on interpersonal communication.”

“You assume that this is a problem that’s not being taken into consideration,” the urge to defend your work was palpating in your veins. “More funding and support is needed for human analysts; how else do you think innovation would move forward?”

He took his right hand and rubbed the side of his face, while smoothing the side of his brown hair. His expression was full of collected calm paired with a confidence that you somehow suspected was well-earned. That pissed you off the most. He clicked his tongue to the roof of his mouth and lips curled up into a smirk, revealing a dimple on his right cheek on his clean-shaven face.

“Hmm,” he murmured, keeping his eyes on you like it was a challenge he had to win, “your misplaced hostility speaks volumes.”

A tightness grew in your shoulders and rose to your neck from the nerve of his words. You clenched your jaw, your tongue pressing tightly at the roof of your mouth behind your teeth.

“But not quite as loud as your misogyny,” the words left your mouth before you could stop yourself. “Enjoy the rest of the conference.”

You glided away, disallowing him the chance to introduce or explain himself. You shook hands with attendees while giving away dazzling smiles as you made your escape. It was easy to weave through the crowd, as most people found ways to linger and speak to good friends and long-lost acquaintances. That was just how international conferences worked.

Fortune was in your favor as you found solace in an elevator. You backed yourself into one of the corners, continuing to people watch as more conference-attendees entered. You noted a man in his mid-to-late 50s, his graying blonde hair cut close to his head and his blue uniform filled with rows of medals and insignias. He was followed by a couple, who appeared to be trying their hardest to hide their intimacy with each other through closed-off, professional postures. But you knew better. The way they looked at each other screamed at you that they used this annual conference to conduct their long-standing affair.

A groan nearly escaped you, when you saw the same man who approached you after your presentation. His eyes were alight with intense determination and his brows knitted towards each other, creasing the space just above his nose. A tight intensity settled over your chest and neck as you backed yourself further into your corner of the elevator. The unremitting concentration that inhabited his eyes gave you the distinct feeling of being hunted. You tried as fast as you could to avert your eyes away from him. The dimple that revealed itself in the errant grin he gave you when his eyes met yours told you that you failed. 

You made every attempt to affect disinterest, placing hyper focus on your phone, examining the cuticles of every single one of your nails, even staring at the floor. You barely paid attention as the people you shared the elevator with exit at their floor. Not even the surreptitious couple, who you assumed left the elevator at the same time. Inevitably, the handsome and arrogant stranger was the only one who remained.

“I think we may have gotten off on the wrong foot,” you heard him say.

“Hm?” You could feel your brow beginning to furrow as your attitude fought against your level-headedness to gain control. “I’m sorry?”

“You called me a misogynist,” Dave reminded you with a smirk, speaking of it as a badge he wore with honor.

“Oh yes, that’s right,” you sighed the sarcasm dripping from every word, “and I’m hostile.”

“No,” the voice he spoke with was calculating and unmoving, “I said you had hostility, and you took it upon yourself to assume that I was a misogynist.”

“Semantics,” you said your voice was quick like it was jumping from a trap.

“I’m not the kind of man stupid enough to belittle someone’s life’s work,” he raised his hands up as if he was conceding to you, “especially when she’s clearly brilliant.”

You narrowed your eyes at him as he spoke those words, trying to decipher if there was some kind of hidden meaning or intent behind them. There was an air about him that commanded your attention. Perhaps it was the dichotomy that he seemed to present the further you observed him. He was competent yet personable, casual yet professional, and guarded but disarming. You worked through these thoughts in your mind as the whirring of the elevator took over as it continued upward.

“Well, at least you’re smart enough to know when you’ve made a mistake,” you said with a nod of your head.

“Are you going to the networking social?”

You weren’t certain if he was simply curious or was inviting you.

“Oh god no,” you were quick to answer with a loud groan, almost too loud, “that’s just not my thing.”

The handsome stranger shrugged, “They’re usually filled with self-righteous assholes, anyway.”

The accuracy and the irony of his statement bubbled up laughter from your belly. A feeling made of confusion, guilt, and absurdity came over you as you felt yourself beginning to let your guard down. He wasn’t supposed to apologize. He wasn’t supposed to be interesting or intriguing. He should have just been a one-dimensional, arrogant asshole.

“Well,” you spoke, an unexpected grin forming on your lips, “looks like we might actually be on the same page this time.”

He held his hand out and offered you a smile full of purpose. “I’m Dave, Dave York, D.I.A.”

The immediacy with which you gave him your name surprised you. As he shook your hand you noted a slight awkwardness to his grip, though you could tell he was making every effort to give you a strong handshake. The skin on the inside of his palm and his fingertips were slightly weathered with scar tissue. You noticed the cold feeling of metal on his left-hand ring finger and took note of the wedding ring, trying not to frown. A corner of your brain wondered about the stories that could be found in the lines of those weathered hands.

“Hmm, D.I.A.,” you murmur to yourself. “Was following me to the elevator just your creepy way of getting me to talk shop with you?”

“You think I’d be that obvious?” His voice lowered an octave when he turned to face you and a chill tingled all over you.

“Well I don’t know you,” you replied with a shrug, “but I’d say if you were, you’d be pretty shitty at your job.”

“You’ve got a mouth on you don’t you, firefly,” he said, his brow lowering as he took one step toward you.

His hands tightened on his hips as he stepped toward you and he squared his shoulders behind him. Your brain took stock of each movement, at each attempt to make himself seem bigger and you seem smaller. A wicked little laugh brewed inside your abdomen as you accepted his challenge, moving one inch forward. You were close enough to breathe in his scent and your gaze moved from his neck, up to his lips and then to his eyes. 

“When you’re a woman in the IC, you’ve got to find ways to adapt; it’s nothing personal.”

An unremorseful apology. 

The elevator bell rang out with a loud ding.

“This is my stop,” holding your gaze to him, neither of you moved

“Maybe we’ll run into each other again sometime this week.”  

“Maybe,” you agreed with the tilt of your head, that felt almost too flirty to you. “Enjoy the rest of your conference.

“You too,” he affirmed as he pulled his phone from his pocket, quickly becoming engrossed by a text message that you suspected was from his spouse.

Slight disappointment set in that you could not continue the conversation, but your exhaustion was quickly winning out. Your eyelids and muscles felt heavy as they screamed louder for rest. You ambled to your room and as you opened the door you immediately kicked off your high heels and shook your arms out of your blazer, tossing it on the bed. You walked back to the bathroom and reached into the shower, turning the dial towards hot. Mindlessly, you began unbuttoning your light coral blouse when you heard a knock at your room door. An audible sigh of frustration left you as you quickly turned the water off.

Who could possibly have any reason to bother me right now, you thought to yourself, using the peephole to look outside.

“Hey, it’s me,” you saw and heard your coworker from the other side of the door, “Brad.”

You took a deep breath, making your annoyance before opening the door.

“Hi, Brad,” you greeted tentatively, “everything OK?” 

“Oh yeah, everything is fine,” he replied with a grin that was too perfectly and polished. “Heard you did a good job on your presentation.”

“Heard?” You said with a raised brow.

“That’s the word from all the guys I’ve run into who attended,” he explained leaning against your doorway. “They were really impressed with you.”

A wave of exhaustion immediately took over your shoulders and you stepped back. You felt inconvenienced and nearly disgusted as you observed Brad’s eyes meet yours but travel down the length of your body. Every word that left him wrapped you in disgust.  The perfection that he displayed reeked of privilege. He was the typical aging former college frat boy and it did nothing for you. The entitlement he wore on his shoulders might as well have been a flashing, neon sign shouting out that he could get away with anything. 

“That’s cool,” you say quickly, inching closer and closer to shutting the door. “Well, I’m going to finish up some reports and turn in; I am beat.”

“What?” he stared back at you in confusion. “It’s not even 6 yet, and happy hour’s just started.”

“And you are much better at rubbing shoulders with the bigwigs, B,” you compliment hoping it would make him leave faster. “Work that magic of yours. Happy-hour it and let me know how it goes?”

You shut the door quickly hoping that you left him dumbfounded.

With him gone you were able to return to all the things you planned to bring you relaxation. You returned to the shower, the water warming quickly. The warmth of the water encompassed you, easing the tension of your neck, shoulders, and back muscles. You stepped out, wrapping yourself in a towel. The next hours were perfectly mundane. You wrapped yourself in a hotel robe, had a light dinner, read for fun, and basked in your nightly skincare routine. Before you knew it you had fallen asleep in your bathrobe with the tv on.

You woke up with a start, your brain hazy with confusion. Rolling over, you were greeted with the bright light of the alarm clock sitting on the nightstand. 12:12 AM. You weren’t even sure what time you had fallen asleep. You nestled yourself back into the bed, trying to will the white noise of the air conditioner and soft fullness of the down comforter to lull you back to sleep. Instead, you found yourself tossing and turning and very much awake.

With frustration, you pull on a pair of high-waisted sweatpants and a yellow tank top, layering your navy-blue blazer over it to appear at least halfway decent. You took one last look at yourself in the mirror, brushing fingers through your hair before securing it into a messy French twist with one of your hair clips. A puff of air left from your lips as you chuckled at yourself.

Don’t be ridiculous, you thought to yourself. You’re not trying to impress anybody.

The silence of the empty halls amplified the echo of your light footsteps towards the elevator. You waited patiently, with arms crossed until you found yourself on the ground level of the hotel. Relief washed over you when you noticed that the hotel bar was less busy than you expected. The bartender attended to you quickly filling your order of a whiskey, allowing you to find a quiet corner booth to enjoy your drink.  The bar was open to the lobby and allowed you to people watch as you took slow sips of your drink. You glanced at your watch.

12:57 am. No one interesting is going to walk through those doors at this hour.

You took another sip of your drink, letting the smokiness coat your lips, tongue, and the back of your throat with sweet burn before you looked up again, noticing a familiar, handsome face walk through the lobby doors. Dave. He was rubbing his hands from the cold December air and his brown hair was covered in a dark gray beanie. You kept your eyes on him, thinking he wouldn’t notice until he locked eyes with you and raised his right arm with a wave. He stopped, shuffling his feet beneath him with indecision until he began to walk towards the bar, towards you.

“We meet again,” you greeted, gesturing for him to take a seat across from you. “Back late, I see.”

“Ah, yeah,” he acknowledged his arrival as though it were an afterthought, “sometimes you get caught up with colleagues and you just don’t have a choice.”

“True,” you agreed, “I get it.”

“What about you?” He inquired, pointing towards your drink. “You’re up late.”

“Oh, yeah, I couldn’t sleep,” you admitted, taking another sip of it, “that’s why I look like this.”

You waved your hands towards yourself, trying to emphasize how completely unimpressive your appearance was. A chill overcame you as his expression changed, his brow furrowing almost scornfully.

“I don’t know about that,” his eyes reading every inch of you from your head all the way down to your toes, “you look…good.”

Goosebumps tiptoed up and down your arms, like little finger tips tapping and teasing you. You unconsciously crossed and uncrossed your legs, feeling the fabric of your underwear rub against you, your entrance welling with your own sweet dew. Your eyes took a split-second glimpse of his wedding ring. Against your better judgment, you allowed yourself to smile at his compliment. You traced the rim of your whiskey-filled lowball glass, thinking how to respond.

“Congratulations, you have eyes,” you quipped, coaxing a low, growling laugh from him before you continued. “So, I couldn’t sleep, and I came down here to people watch.”

He leaned forward at your comment, his brown eyes round and wide as he raised his eyebrows with interest. His shoulders loosened and his newly relaxed demeanor invited more conversation.

“You like that?” He asked, his brows raised with curiosity. “People watching, I mean.”

The double entendre that left his pouted lips electrified you, feeling his electricity unexpectedly flick at your nipples and then at your core. The dim lighting of the hotel bar, the light jazz music playing over the speakers, and your hushed voices amplified the mysterious ambience around you. All of it together seemed so perfect that you couldn’t help following his lead, so you leaned in closer. Even in a beanie and wearing a thick jacket, you found him nearly irresistible.

“It’s a favorite pastime of mine,” you answered, keeping your eyes on him, “I like to think about people’s stories, people’s personal stories.”

“Is that why you were looking at me, observing me?” His tone dipped in a thin layer of accusation coupled with intense interest. “Trying to figure out my story?”

You stare back at him with a deep breath, wondering why you kept engaging when you knew you should stop.

“I’m not surprised you noticed,” you stated nonchalantly, “as unsurprised as you probably are about me wondering about your wedding ring.”

He strained his left hand open and closed, looking at his own ring as though it was a triviality. To your surprise, he leaned toward you even more, like a challenge.

“You know there’s a lot more to people’s stories than what you can piece together from a fleeting observation,” as he spoke, it felt like his charisma was vibrating off him and floating towards you. “Life, relationships are messy, complicated.”

 You read the unspoken words that uttered from the moves of his body. One hand resting open in the empty space between you in the booth. The fingers of his other hand rubbing at his chin and lips, which curled into an enticing smile. These movements and these words lingered in your brain, until you understood that they were filled with intrigue and desire. You breathed them in and mirrored them.

“So what about your story Dave,” you inquired, leaning in but making sure you kept your eyes to his, “your life, your relationship?”

You found yourself involuntarily licking your lips. The whiskey along with the heat of embarrassment flushed your cheeks and neck. It had you finally admitting to yourself that this man was really fucking attractive. He tilted his head towards you, smiled, and damn near melted you as he traced the bottom of his pouty lips with his thumb. Your eyes tracing every move of his immense, sinewy hands, as he checked the time on his gold watch.

1:47 AM.

“It’s too late right now to tell you that,” he teased, drawing a slight huff of frustration from you, “Ask me tomorrow night, here at the bar. 7:30.”

“How presumptuous of you to assume I’d be available,” you said, tipping your whiskey towards him, impressed by his ability to avoid answering a hard question.  

 “Oh firefly, you’re not the only one who’s good at reading people,” the words left his lips luring you and trapping you like a vice. “Nothing about this tells me you’ll say no.”

Dave gestured at the narrow space between you, his hand almost cutting through the warm air like a sharp blade. The innuendo of his words threatened to set you ablaze. You took another sip of whiskey, allowing it to warm and loosen your muscles, allowing it to calm you.

“Well then,” you willed yourself to hold your tongue lightly against your lips before breathing out the last word, “tomorrow.”

With a nod of confirmation, he stood up and swaggered towards the elevators. An audible gasp that had been saving itself in your lungs escaped you when you knew for sure that he was gone. You chased it with a final gulp of your whiskey, feeling its exquisite burn as it moved through you. Leaving a tip on the table, you stood up and made your way towards the elevator.

Tomorrow night. Your brain spoke to you again.

At that moment the elevator doors opened, and you entered. You returned to your room, discarding your blazer and sweat pants, before plopping into bed. You grabbed the fluffy comforter up to your chin, inviting in and surrendering to sleep.

[magicamicitia]

Volume 4, Chapter Two

“Proserpina”, Part I.

The girls had not even arrived at the park yet when their soul gems started picking up on traces of witch magic.

“That ain’t good.” Whispered Applejack.

“We’re almost there.” Twilight reassured her. “Once we’re all together, no witch will stand a chance, no matter how strong it is.”

Although she was just as worried as anyone else, Sunset’s words of encouragement did get through to her. With her friends by her side, Twilight knew she had no reason to be afraid anymore.

There was no sign of Fluttershy or Rainbow Dash anywhere at the park. However, the magic trail was stronger than ever.

“They’re probably already inside!” Pinkie Pie exclaimed, and with a swing of her ring, the door to the labyrinth appeared before them.

Twilight took a deep breath, then turned to Sunset Shimmer.

“Sunset, it’s probably better if you stay here. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

The other girl protested.

“Who says I’m going to get hurt? I’m not a magical girl, but I still know how to fight!”

“But-“

“She’s right, Twilight.” A high-pitched voice emerged from the bushes, revealing itself to be none other than Kyubey. “Besides, Sunset Shimmer has not made a wish. If things go south, she could be a valuable trump card.”

“Oh, please.” Rarity rolled her eyes. “I think six fighters are more than enough, darling. With all due respect, stay in your lane, would you?”

Kyubey shook its head.

“You’re all underestimating the manpower you really have to fight this witch.”

Before any of them could ask any questions, the incubator vanished just as suddenly as it appeared. Sunset firmly gripped Twilight’s hand.

“I’m going with you.”

Twilight wanted to complain, but she knew Sunset better than anyone, and once she’d made up her mind about something, there was really no talking her out of it, no matter how stupid an idea it was.

“Fine,” She sighed. “Do any of you have something Sunset could use as a weapon?”

Pinkie Pie quickly transformed and took out a candy-shaped grenade, gently throwing it towards Sunset Shimmer, who confidently caught it in her hands.

“That’s the only one I got,” She warned. “So make sure you use it wisely! Oh, it’ll be a surprise for sure!”

The girls exchanged glances, and once they were all equipped with their magical girl gear, they stepped inside the labyrinth.

What was once one door became thousands as they fell through the fabric of reality into the madness of the witch’s distortion. Once the spinning had stopped and they managed to stabilize themselves, they looked around to find that the labyrinth was somewhat similar to something like a garden or a forest.

“Makes sense why’d it appear in a park.” Sunset grumbled.

“Still,” Twilight pondered. “Isn’t this a bit of an… isolated place for a witch?”

“What do you mean?”

“Witches usually show up somewhere with lotsa’ people.” Applejack covered her face with her hat, gritting her teeth. “They feed on human souls, after all. It’s almost like this one doesn’t wanna be bothered.”

“Well, that’s too bad!” Pinkie cheered. “If you mess with our friends, we’re not gonna let you off that easy!”

They walked deeper into the labyrinth, and a few familiars appeared to block their way. But the team’s united efforts took care of the situation easily.

“Rainbow Dash!” Applejack shouted. “Can ya hear us?”

“Over here!!!” Rainbow screamed at the top of her lungs from a little farther away.

The girls sprinted towards the noise, finding Rainbow Dash holding an unconscious Fluttershy in her arms.

“Thank goodness!” She exhaled in relief. “I need your help, like, right now. Flutters isn’t breathing, and I can’t find her soul gem. It’s gotta be in here somewhere, but I can’t keep running with her while looking for it.”

“Running?” Rarity felt the cold pulse of Fluttershy’s body, trying not to worry too much as she remembered the last time this happened. “Running from what?”

A loud roar answered her question quite clearly.

“Dammit! It’s that thing again!”

Rainbow Dash pointed towards a large blur in the distance. As it got closer and closer, Its figure became clear as an enormous tentacled moth. Instead of a face, it bore a skull that wailed with its mouth wide open, dashing towards the group at lightning speed.

They all managed to barely avoid the witch’s dive, who quickly recovered and turned to wail again.

Twilight couldn’t help but notice that unlike other witches, who seemed to scream out of anger, this one screamed almost as if it was in terrible pain.

Her thoughts were almost immediately drowned out by the sound of Applejack’s rifles.

“Rarity!” She yelled. “Hold it down for me!”

“Copy that!” The fashionista launched at the damaged witch with her trusty whip, trapping it like a dog with a collar.

Applejack reloaded her rifle.

“Rainbow! Sunset! You two go look for the soul gem! Twilight! Take care of Fluttershy wit yer shield! Pinkie, ya stay here in case I need backup! This one’s feisty!”

“Aye aye, captain!” Pinkie pie aimed her hand cannon at the witch, who flailed around in agony.

Once the creature realized it could not rid itself of the whip tying down its neck, it let out another roar and soared flight, taking Rarity up with it, who barely had time to react.

“Ya bastard!” Applejack tried to lock her gun onto the witch, but it’s quick movements made it hard to land a precise shot. “I’ll shot ya down!”

“Don’t shoot me along with it!!” Rarity yelped, holding tight onto the monster’s back.

The witch, however, seemed completely uninterested in attacking either of the girls pointing their weapons at it. It kept screaming in the sky, as if it were calling out to someone. Once the witch’s gaze met Twilight holding Fluttershy’s body, The witch opened its mouth wide and prepared to dive once more.

Twilight took note of this change in behavior, and parried the witch’s teeth with her shield.

“It’s after Fluttershy!” She screamed. “I don’t know why, but it wants to swallow her!”

Although the body was lifeless, it was still far from decomposing or letting out any kind of smell. Twilight wondered what else could be attracting the witch if not the scent of rotting flesh, but couldn’t come up with an answer.

“Rainbow… Sunset…” She grunted quietly. “Please, find that soul gem quickly…”

[theatregirl1]

patient positioning in the operating theatre ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

aims to:

maintain patient's airway, circulation, and prevent nerve damage

expose the operating site

keep the patient safe + secure

consider:

length of surgery

surgeon's preference (ask!)

anesthetist's preference (ask!)

risk factors for patient (age, weight, skin issues, current injuries/conditions)

Patient dignity (cover patient with sheet where possible, especially when theatre doors are open; avoid violating privacy unnecessarily)

nursing responsibilities

safe transfer from theatre table to bed (four people minimum, six+ people if patient is >100kg); use hovermat if patient >100kg, otherwise flexislide or slidesheet and sliding board)

use padding to protect sensitive areas (where plastic + metal are touching patient's skin)

use aids to maintain patient position

positions

supine

patient on back with legs extended straight, arms on arm boards (usually extended at 90 degrees and strapped) or tucked into the sides (usually secured using a soft pad/fabric tucked underneath the patient's torso)

spine / hips / head aligned

the back of the head, arms and heels are padded

variation - trendelenburg

bed is tilted "head-down" (head is lower than pelvis)

usually strap used above knees to secure patient

used for procedures requiring exposure of the lower abdomen, uterus and/or pelvic area

can cause organ pressure against the diaphragm (decreased lung volume) and heart

variation - reverse trendelenburg

opposite of trendelenburg (head higher than feet)

usually strap used above the knees and a foot plate at the patients feet

used for head/neck procedures

decreases blood supply to head/neck area

variation - sitting / lawn chair / beach chair / fowler's

patient is anesthetized in supine position

foot of bed is lowered to flex the knees and the head/torso part is raised up

foot plate is used again

patients arms are crossed over their body

pillow/wedge is sometimes used to flex the knees instead of altering the lower bed

used for cranial procedures (head fixed with head rest), shoulder procedures (often using a spider) + breast reductions

prone

often anesthetized supine on their bed before flipping patient onto table face-down

padding rolls placed length-wise along sides of chest and abdomen with a gap between to relieve pressure off chest + abdomen

arms are at sides or above head

head is face-down on sponge with t-shaped hole for nose and mouth or facing to the side

pillow placed under ankles + sometimes under knees

strap placed above knees

used in spinal + anorectal procedures

variation - jackknife

patient in prone is inverted into a "V" position

bed is flexed at 90 degrees, hips rise above rest of body

used in gluteal + anorectal procedures

lithotomy

patient is in supine position, legs are raised + abducted + placed in stirrups

patients bottom lines up with break in table

lift legs at same time (2 people) to prevent injury, stirrups should mirror each other

ask anesthetist before moving legs

foot plate + bottom end of table are removed or lowered

variations - high lithotomy (legs at 90 degrees) + low lithotomy (legs at 45 degrees or lower)

used for vaginal + anal procedures

pay attention to leg position in stirrups and how far knees are from the start of the stirrups

[yurigalactica]

would you mayhaps infodump about LC! lyrics? 👀👀 /nf

(I saw you on the anon game and am incredibly interested)

OOOOOOOOOH YESYESYESYES I WOULD LOVE TO INFODUMP ABOUT LOS CAMP LYRICS

okay okay so first of all. this band is so good. they have so many banger ass songs and that cannot be denied. HOWEVER in my heart To Tundra will always reign supreme. like holy shit. it's got lyrics like "meet me at st. nicholas among the oaks, behind the church that sway like pig-tailed girls as summer wind whistles around your bare-skin knees and the forsythia leaves" and "we take on the burden of all these sad-eyed children with lilies bunched in our hands" like. those lyrics are so visceral and potent they literally leave me with my mouth hanging wide open after i hear them. oh my GOD that song is magical

some of my other favorite songs lyrically is OBVIOUSLY tiptoe through the true bits. that's the song that whenever i hear it i have to stop literally everything i'm doing, turn up the volume as loud as it will go, close my eyes and just absorb the Vibes. it's so gorgeous AHHHHHH. the bit that makes my heart go !!!!!! is the part where it goes "the bed-spread decked in suns and moons and symbols of the star-signs, how you read how mine applied to how I would be sex-wise." like that paired with the little guitar picking up in the back and the drums kicking in are SO GOOD AHHHHHHHHHHHHH

AND. IN MEDIA RES. that song changed my life genuinely. like WOW. the whole vibe of it, especially the end when the trumpets (i think they're trumpets at least) kick in and gareth goes "if you were given the option of dying painlessly in peace at 45 with a lover at your side, after a full and happy life, is this something that would interest you? would this interest you at all?" like WOW what an existential crisis moment while you feel like you're running through a rainy field. man that hits yknow

ALSO i am emotionally attached to Documented Minor Emotional Breakdown #4. i dont know why but the first time i ever heard it my brain latched its claws onto it and now it wont fucking let go. so whenever i hear the guitar at the beginning i am Legally Obligated to belt out at the top of my lungs "I RESTORED YOUR MOTHER'S FAITH IN MEN WHILST BORING YOU TO DEATH LEFT NOTHING MORE THAN A CIRCLE OF STUBBLE RASH AROUND YOUR CHEST--"

AND!!!!!!!!! for flotsam also has a very special place in my heart. i love the lyrics in that one, particularly "summer of odd-numbered year" like. MY GUYS YOU ARE SO CREATIVE???? all of your football metaphors to describe your boredom and emotions. like i don't watch football but you go guys i think its so kickass. i love you los campesinos. also the bit where they go "flotsam, jetsam, and spindrift, all the girls i have loved, dumped to earth by a spendthrift, gilt angels from above" with the "aaaahhh" in the back and the very faint piano in the background that i can only hear when i'm listening to it with my gaming headphones on bc my gaming headphones have really good mid range. just AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH

AND WHAT DEATH LEAVES BEHIND TOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!1 fun little fact this was the first song that i listened to when i first decided to listen to their discography all the way through. and let's just say that was a VERY good start because i was very impressed right off the bat. like "i was the first match struck at the first cremation, you are my shallow grave, I'll tend you as a sexton, if you're the casket door that's being slammed upon me, i'll be a plague cross painted on your naked body" LIKE HOLY SHIT. THATS SO EVOCATIVE. HOW DO YOU USE SO MANY METAPHORS AND BIG WORDS. THEYRE SO GOOD AT WORDS. i love listening to this one because it is so lyrically complex and yet it all goes together so well auuugghhhhhhhh

also since i started university recently, hung empty rings very near and dear to my heart. like the bit in the bridge that goes "my vision is fading, it's blurry, there are fingerprints all over the sun, we're glad to be loved but we're lonely and we feel like we're the only ones." like. that's the experience of moving out right there!!! i don't know where the fuck i am and i'm so lonely but it feels so bright and new and cinematic. this song Gets me on the most fundemental level it feels so very College-Esque

ALSOOOOOOO she crows!!!!!!!!!!!11 i LOVE she crows. someone inject this song into my veins Right This Fucking Instant. i need to live and breathe this song right now. just the instrumentals combined with the anthemic feel of the song really seals the feeling of looking back on your life and all of your mistakes and acknowledging that all of them brought you to where you are now. especially the end bit, i don't know why, but when it goes "big tip for the pretty girl waiting the IHOP, these blank napkins/unwritten suicide notes, it's dark inside these eyelids, blacker than the ink (squid)" it really feels like the end of the day. these are the lyrics that buzz like caffiene in your veins as you sit outside a dutchbros at eleven pm surrounded by the only people you feel like you can be yourself around. it's the feeling of cold biting at your skin while your heart feels warm and full. it feels like an open finale, the first time you smile in a long time, an acceptance of the complex beauty of life, that unforgettable moment when you realize that you wouldn't trade who you've become for the world

and CODA A BURN SCAR IN THE SHAPE OF THE SOONER STATE. I LOVE CODA SO MUCH AGH. PERFECT CRYING IN THE SHOWER SONG. like the lyric "an artist's impression of the manhattan skyline" will get me fucking SOBBING immediately. it feels like watching the world move on without you, the world a blur as you crumple inward under the weight of your emotions, a collapsing star in an endless void. and then obviously "i can't believe i chose the mountains every time you chose the sea" WOAH the SYMBOLISM i will just pass away right here in my dormitory with my headphones on. no sorry professor i can't write my essay i am unwell about the romance is boring album again. sorry yeah i'll be unavailable for 3-5 buisness weeks

but uh. yeah. los campesinos amirite???????????

[roseofithaca]

Separation Anxiety

(A short emotional hurt/comfort fic between Robin and my oc Elysabeth, with mentions of my other oc Markus. Big whumpee x smol caretaker)

Alone.

It doesn't surprise him, really. How many times has this happened now? Even with his brain being the melting pot of distorted memories that it currently is, he knows this is far from the first time. If anything, he's beginning to lose count, certain faces jumbling together. Not new.

But still hurts. Always hurts.

Darkness engulfs the hut he wakes in, with only a splintering of Moonah light entering through the tiny windows. He woke on the bed ("What the fuck are you doing on there?! Off! Now!"), then shuffled off, paws feeling around. For her. He tried to call her name but words are still a work in progress right now. Maybe forever. Old Master took his voice away. New Mistress says he can have it back but it's not that easy.

She said that he could speak her name, and so that's what he says. Her name is long and difficult to utter and she should beat him for how his neglected tongue butchers it. But she doesn't, she just coaxes him to try again. He'll do anything she says. Everything requires permission. Master taught him that well.

"Good boy. You thought you could survive without me, didn't you? Thought you could be a free beast? Look how well that worked out for you."

He covers his ears. It's been a while since his old Master's voice has been this loud. When he was with the Pack, he could forget. Forget Master. Forget he was ever a person. Losing Pack and having to come back to this hut, this former prison of his, brought all those memories back. Except he had New Mistress. So long as she was close, so long as she could stroke his mane and sing her songs, the voice would drift away. Dogs can only be loyal to one owner at a time.

And now she was gone. The ghost-ghost of Master is free to return at full volume.

"You didn't deserve her. Pretty, sweet little wench. She was too soft on you. Filthy savage like you deserves a firm hand. One to hold a whip. Isn't that right, bestia?"

Whimpering, he began to tremble, fingers tugging at clumps of his hair.

Please. Not again. Not again. He's been good, he's been good.

It was on this spot, on the floor beside bed, that Master would grind his heel into the creature's back and give him lash after lash. If he dared to bite into his hand to bear the pain then he'd double the punishment.

And what was the crime? Who could say? Being too smelly. Making eye contact. Just....existing. Being too smart. Not smart enough.

And sometimes, more often than not, Master was simply bored out of his mind.

Mistress doesn't beat him, except that one time with her shoe when he bit her. Bad. That was bad of him. Mistress is kind and gentle. Mistress says she wants to help him. Mistress...makes him feel less like an animal.

He looks around the silent hut, his chest tightening like a vice, crushing his lungs as reality sunk in.

Mistress is gone.

"Tell me, savage. If you claim to be so wise, why are you always left alone?"

Wise? When was he ever wise? He's just a dumb animal. Maybe, once upon a time, he might have been called clever, but-

Growling, he thumped his fist against his temple.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Master is right. Everyone leaves. He was a fool to let himself get close to the child, believing she would be some chance of salvation. He turned his back on humanity when he joined the Pack. That should have been it. But he'd seen her...small, broken, lost and alone...and of course he just had to get involved. Could never stand by and watch a child cry.

"Pathetic. Weak. Useless. Where are all those brats now? Even they didn't want you. None of them stayed. You have nothing."

No.

"You. Are. Nothing."

Sinking his teeth into his wrist, he released a scream. Need pain. Need something. Anything to block him out.

Not his. Not anymore. Never again.

Yet those calloused fingers still grab a chunk of his hair. Those lips press against his ear, even making the flea scurry in fear.

"Always mine, bestia. My pet. My toy."

He screams again. Nothing to muffle it this time. What leaves his mouth is something between an animalistic bleat and a man's cry.

Come back, Mistress. Don't leave him please. Come back. Come back. Come back-

-

She'd never thought there would be many perks to an afterlife where she didn't instantly ascend into Heaven. Granted, this was far from the paradise she'd been sold by the priest every Sunday, but it had its upsides.

The deer blinks as she strokes her fingers down its soft neck. So fragile. She remembers once accompanying Father to hunt one, holding his supplies as they crouched behind a tree and she watched, silent and starving, as he loosed an arrow into a doe's neck. She'd barely winced as it fell to the ground and convulsed, gurgling up bucketfulls of blood, before Father slit its throat. It had fed them for three days and its pelt had sold well at the market.

"'Wonder 'ow much the hunter who took you down made for your skin, sweetheart." She clicks her tongue, "Sorry. That be in poor taste. I 'ope he chokes on whatever piece he feasted off o' thee."

The deer doesn't seem to understand her, which might be a blessing.

This was the first creature she'd talked to other than her companion since the day she died. Or at least the first that could hear her.

People had come to look for her. Father had come, bow in hand, shouting her name. He hadn't heard her as she'd shouted back, jumping and hollering in front of his eyes, hadn't felt a thing as she'd reached for him only to fall through his torso, her stomach lurching in hideous discomfort.

He'd moved on, taking the others from their village. None had been keen to linger near the "devil's stones". She hadn't witnessed him find whatever remained of her body, the wolves having carried it far off, clearly. But she heard him discover it. The birds had fled the treetops at the sound of his scream.

It was the only time she'd been certain of how much he cared for her and she couldn't even cross the magical barrier to witness it.

She was trapped in this place, this patch of cursed land. Alone, except for...

Elysabeth took a deep breath, craning her neck to gaze up at the stars through the treetops. This was something she'd never been able to do in the living world; wander the woods at night, alone, without a smidgen of fear. What was there to fear now that Death had already claimed her? No thieves or bandits. No beasts or demons-

Well. She had met beasts in this strange world. Dead, like her, but still dangerous. They were gone now. She'd stayed away from the woods out of fear there were others who remained. But she was sick of fear. Sick of being trapped inside a house that wasn't even hers, whose walls she could easily walk through like smoke.

She'd awoken in the witching hour, hearing the owls call to each other nearby. No matter how hard she tried to will sleep to return, it remained at bay, a surge of energy renewed in her soul. What said she had to wait for dawn to rise? Whose rules did she have to follow now?

There were no adults to control her anymore, barring the one whose mind was more like a child's right now than her own. She was in charge. There were no rules to follow except her own.

Her companion, donned in his heavy furs and curled up beside her on the straw mattress, had been fast asleep. Usually, the poor thing twitched and muttered all the way through his slumbers. For once, he truly seemed at peace. Perhaps they were making progress. Surely he would be fine alone for a few hours.

It was painful to admit that she'd begun to feel rather claustrophobic around the strange man. It want his fault. He'd clearly been a victim of something she couldn't begin to comprehend, something that went beyond being dead and trapped in limbo for centuries. But since the day they'd met, the day she'd watched his wolf kin ascend without him, he stuck close to her side. Like a baby duck imprinting on the first thing it sees, mother or not. If Elysabeth wanted to walk, he'd follow. If she wanted to rest, he laid down. It was as if he had no will of his own. No soul? Like an animal? That's what she'd always been taught.

But the priests had been wrong. She could see that now, clear as day. The gentle doe before her clearly had a soul, as did those ghastly wolves, and so does her savage friend. He just...seems to need some help remembering that.

She's happy to be his teacher. It's hardly as if she has much else to occupy her time.

But, dear Saints, is it wrongful of her to wish for a break from time to time? For some space?

For the first time, she wonders if this was why her mother used to get so vexed with her and her brother as little'ens.

When she hears the scream, her heart lurches.

"Rohr?" She calls, turning her head in the direction of their hut, back across the field. "Rohr?!"

If something has hurt him....Curses, what was she thinking, just leaving him without an explanation? What must he be thinking, the simple thing?

"Rohr, I's here! Rohr!"

It had taken her half an hour to limp her way across to the woods on her rotten leg. She tries to push herself, needing to go faster than the casual pace she went to get here.

It's too much strain. After five strides, her bone becomes loose. She swears as she collapses into the leaves.

"Bloody demons!" Elysabeth grits her teeth as she tries to slot the blood soaked bone back into place, the habit now so common it's far from disturbing.

Choosing a more humiliating track, she inhales deeply.

Then she screams, loud as she can test her voice.

"ROHR!"

Even the living critters scatter at the sound. Would people have heard her at that rate?

It takes less than a minute until the silhouette of a man moving on all fours bounds through the treeline, heading straight for her.

Elysabeth sighs in relief. He's unharmed. She wasn't sure there was anything that could physically attack him....but she could never be sure.

Droplets of moisture on his cheeks glimmer in the moonlight as he comes closer to her, eyes wide with panic and a hint of confusion. She feels a sting of guilt for having deceived him, intentionally making her scream sound like one of real danger. But it got him here.

Rohr whimpers as he reaches for her, paws padding her over, as if checking she's all there. Really there, not just a figment.

"Hey, hey." She smiles, her hands finding his. "T'is all right. I heard thee howlin' on the wind. Just got worried about yous."

He didn't seem to be listening, his heavy brow creased up as he gently poked her.

"Rohr, I be well. Honest." She tried to assure; "Sorry if I made ye fret. T'were not my intent." She touched the tears lining his worn and hairy face; "Did thou think I'd left? Hmm? Gone up to the stars without thee?"

With a quiet mewl, Rohr nodded, more tears falling.

"Silly old fool. As if I'd ever leave thee alone, ey?" She tried to sooth, thumb stroking over his cheeks; "Made a vow to look after each other, di'n't we?"

The feral man nodded, looking almost ashamed for having doubted her.

He wrapped both hands around her wrist and pressed his forehead against her upper arm.

"No, no, no, no."

The only word he seemed to be able to say with any confidence. She stroked the top of his raggedy mane.

"No what, sweet thing? Tell me. With words now. Ye can do that for me."

She felt him cringe. Whether from having forgotten or being too afraid to try, he always hesitated to speak more than that one syllable.

"No....Lyth-beh...." He whispered, rough voice guttural and broken; "No Lyth-beh....go. No...go."

"Thou doth not wish for me to go? Be that thy meaning?"

He nods, sniffling; "No Lyth-beh go."

Another tug on her hand. Back towards the hut.

She sighed, stroking him again; "We'll go home soon. I just desired a bit of fresh air and time to meself. Just a short while. That okay?"

Almost immediately, he let go of her arm and backed off.

"Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry."

That was a new word. Almost as clear as his "no". Had they practiced that word?

"Thou not be at fault. I dids not mean to imply-." She tried to reach for him again.

Rohr flinched back, shaking his head roughly.

"Stultus bestia! Stultus bestia!"

"Wha'sat? What ye sayin'?" It sounded like the language the priest used when giving communion.

Rohr didn't answer. Instead he began thumping himself in the temple, speaking the words in the foreign tongue, clearer than any he could in English.

"Turpis, stultus bestia! Sileo! Sileo, bestia!"

"Enough!" Elysabeth threw herself forward to grab at his arms before could batter himself anymore; "Stop that now!"

He did so, not down to her feeble strength being able to match his, but out of obedience. He hung his head, locks of brown hair falling over his eyes.

"I dunno what words ye utter, but be they holy or not, I don'ts like them. You is not to speak them again, ye hear?" She says, mimicking her mother's authoritative voice.

Rohr shuddered, then nodded.

"Sor'y..."

Her chest ached. She shuffled closer and rubbed at his arm.

"I's not cross with thee. Just don't want ye to hurt thyself. Understand?" She tried to explain.

Rohr frowned. He took her hand and raised it to the side of his face, puppeting it to smack him. She tutted.

"No. I don't wish to beat thee either. Didn't do no good teachin' me to behave, I shan't waste the effort tryin' with thee." It was meant as a jape but it doesn't raise as much as a smiles from him.

He just stares at the mud, lost and confused. Is it so baffling for him to imagine a companion who doesn't wish to beat him like a disobedient dog?

"Did thou evens try to smell me? Track me down? Before assumin' I be flying up to them golden lights, hmm?" She asked, lightly.

He ducked his head at that. His nose could outmatch any bloodhounds. Just one venture outside and he'd have found her trail.

Elysabeth laughed, not unkindly.

"Silly old fool." She called him again, then moved forward to kiss the side of his head that must be aching from those blows. "Next time if thou wakes alone, just take a breath, then sniff, before thou starts to grieve for me. That sound fair?"

He nodded. Were it daylight, she's certain she would see a blush on those cheeks. She finished slotting her bone back into the sockets of her knee.

"Come. Look what I did." She says, taking his hand.

He follows, clutching at her, still leaning on his knuckles to start before she paused. At the clearing of her throat, he pushed himself to stand....sort of. Almost.

"Good man." She praised, seeing his crooked mouth twitch at the affirmation.

They had to walk a bit further inward until she found the deer again, the doe having left at the rising noise earlier.

It rested on its front by the stream, trying in vain to lap up some of the water.

"Hey, beautiful. Remember me? I brought a friend." She carefully approached. "Rohr, come see." She beckoned her friend.

The feral man shook his head and hunkered back.

"What's wrong? She won't hurt thee." Elysabeth tried to reassure.

Rohr opened his mouth, jaw stretching as he tried to form words.

"...No...Me h-hur'." He croaked.

"You woulds not do that. She's no good to us as food or clothin' now. She just be a wandering spirit, same as us."

Rohr tried to mime what his words couldn't explain. He held an invisible clump in his paws and pretended to bite ferociously into it. Not like a man would eat. Like a wolf.

"That not be you 'nymore, sweet thing. C'mon." She reached to tug at his hand.

He went willingly, walking slowly towards the deer. If there was any past grudges from when Rohr hunted with his old pack, she didn't seem to show it, staying still and calm, ears relaxed.

Elysabeth brought his hand up to her neck, guiding him to stroke her.

"Ain't that the softest thing? Beautiful creature, ain't she."

Rohr slowly glided his palm across the short fur.

"....Boo...Boo'ti...for...." He tried to repeat.

"That's it. Well done. See, not gonna get to do things like this hidin' away in that old hut, are we?" She smiled. "Though I still much prefer the bed over kippin' on grass."

Rohr grunted and nodded, clearly inclined to agree on that front.

The doe turned her head towards him and nuzzled at his hand.

The short burst of sound that left Rohr sounded close to a bark of laughter. Nearly.

"See? She can tell you be one of the good'uns." Elysabeth grins, nudging his side.

Rohr reached his hand up to stroke at his own shift.

"Lyth'beh....good. Good...M-Mast..."

"Oi. None of that." She scolded, carefully, "I ain't thy master. Okay?"

He nods, shuffling his feet; "S-sorry."

"No, just...don't apologise. Just want it clear." She tilted his head to look at her, his bent posture making it easy to reach him; "Elysabeth is Rohr's friend. Say it now."

He looked more than a little daunted. But he complied, as always.

"Lyth'bee....Rohr...f-friend?"

"Much better." She smiled, her hand on his cheek; "Come on. Your 'Moonah' be lookin' lovely this night, don't she? Let's stay with her, yes?"

He nodded, brightening up at the suggestion.

Moonah. Moonah was friend too. Once. For long time. Always there. Moonah. How could he have forgotten her?

He crouches down, only so the limping teenager can climb onto his back, securing her legs around his middle and her arms across his shoulders. He has to walk...like a man. Do it for her.

Now Elysabeth friend. Elysabeth stay. Elysabeth help.

The voice doesn't return again that night.

[filmjunky-99]

t h e a n d r o m e d a s t r a i n, 1971 🎬 dir. robert wise

'The organism is inhaled. The clotting begins in the lungs and spreads outward.

I didn't think it was possible. I didn't think the total volume of blood could solidify that fast. I hoped maybe one crucial clot might form in the brain, which was what made them go insane, and then the rest of the blood clot more slowly.' - hall

[speciosuspoematis]

@dcminium asked : you're breaking my armour down. - regula

MEME: soft romantic lyrics rp meme

It's rather strange, how those idly uttered (and yet beautifully intimate) words seem to draw the breath from his lungs and set his heart aching all at once. A lifetime of torment and difficulty, of harshness and fear, had forced the poet into a long state of distrust, the very idea of such emotional barriers such as shields and armour not lost upon him.

It wounds his heart, however, to learn that his dear company had also painstakingly built up those barriers to keep others out of the Chambers of his heart. But why? - Cyvel cannot help but wonder, voice remaining silent upon the matter, especially one so delicate: who hurt you to lead you to build this strengthy armour in the first place?

"Mayhap - - I would be wise to thank it." A bizarre response, initially, perhaps - but the small smile beginning to pull across the poets pale features spoke volumes of his intended gentleness.

His voice took pause, silence shrouding as ink stained fingers of a lithe proportion reached hesitantly out for his company's hand:

"--that it kept you protected for the length of time it took for fate to steer you closer, until our paths fatefully crossed: as if written betwixt the prophecies of the stars." Once more does he fall to the comforts of his silence, the pad of a gentle thumb running softened, slow circles to exposed skin upon his dear company's hand.

"And now... If it falls apart but one dainty fragment at a time I shall remain patient and thankful, that I have been blessed to see glimpses of what lays beneath, at all-"

"I--- I would never intentionally harm that trust. Not for as long as I do draw breath."

[stevenrindner1]

Steven Rindner on Integrating Running and Strength Training for Optimal Results

Steven Rindner: How to Create a Balanced Running and Strength Training Program

Balancing running and strength training can be a game-changer for physically active people, including Steven Rindner. Running builds endurance and burns calories, while strength training enhances muscle power and helps prevent injuries. For those committed to a fit lifestyle, integrating both into your routine is essential, though it can be challenging. With the right approach, however, you can optimize your performance, reduce the risk of injury, and achieve well-rounded fitness.  

Here’s how to create a balanced running and strength training program tailored for active individuals like you. 

1. Determine Your Goals 

Before diving into a workout plan, it’s essential to identify your goals. Are you training for a race, looking to increase your running mileage, or focusing on building muscle? Your goals will dictate the emphasis of your program. For example, if running a marathon is your priority, your plan should lean more toward running, with strength training as a complement. Conversely, if your focus is on muscle gain, strength training should take precedence. 

2. Structure Your Week 

To create a balanced routine, you’ll need to structure your week effectively. A common approach is to alternate running and strength training days. This allows you to target different muscle groups and avoid overtraining. A sample week might look like this: 

Monday: Strength training (focus on full-body exercises) 

Tuesday: Running (intervals or tempo run) 

Wednesday: Rest or light activity (yoga, stretching) 

Thursday: Strength training (lower body focus) 

Friday: Running (long, steady run) 

Saturday: Strength training (upper body focus) 

Sunday: Rest or active recovery (light jogging or walking) 

By alternating the focus of your workouts, you allow your body adequate recovery time while still progressing in both running and strength. 

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To reduce the risk of running-related injuries, incorporate exercises that improve stability and mobility, such as single-leg squats and planks. If your primary goal is running, avoid overloading with heavy weights; instead, focus on moderate weights with higher repetitions to build endurance and muscle tone. 

4. Monitor Intensity and Volume 

Balancing running and strength training requires careful attention to the intensity and volume of your workouts. If you’re pushing hard on your runs, consider lighter strength sessions to prevent fatigue and overtraining. Similarly, after a tough strength workout, it’s wise to scale back the intensity of your next run. 

Use a rating of perceived exertion (RPE) or keep track of your heart rate to gauge how hard you’re working. This will help you maintain a balance between challenging your body and allowing it to recover. 

5. Listen to Your Body 

Lastly, always listen to your body. If you feel excessively tired or notice signs of overtraining, such as persistent soreness or difficulty sleeping, it may be time to adjust your program. Recovery is just as important as training, so ensure you’re getting enough rest and nutrition to support your fitness goals. 

Creating a balanced running and strength training program doesn’t have to be complicated, especially for fitness-minded people like Steven Rindner. By thoughtfully structuring your week, focusing on exercises that complement each other, and tuning in to your body’s signals, you can significantly enhance your performance. This approach not only helps you achieve a well-rounded fitness routine but also ensures you’re reaping the full benefits of your efforts. With the right balance, you can stay strong, avoid injuries, and continue progressing toward your fitness goals.

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[keefwho]

April 23 - 2024 Tuesday

11:08pm

6.5/10

This morning I gave Sporticus a bath. There was a big spider in the shower the whole time I couldn't seem to wash down the drain but it didn't bother me too much. She shed a TON of hair this time around. I also found out later that she peed in the corner of my room, likely after her bath while I was taking a shower. For breakfast I made a jimmy dean sandwich with rice and a pear cup. I intended on doing my workout today and this was a good breakfast for it calorie-wise. I watch an episode of Moral Orel about Doughy being neglected.

For work I warmed up with sketches of wolves. They didn't turn out as good as others and I found out that their front legs aren't easily simplified. Also that they are very similar to horses at certain joints. Then I spent another hour on the Venus commission coloring the characters. And then I finished preparing my next NSFW YCH.

After work I did my dishes and started my workout. I watched a video of Dan Schneider while I did a few sets of lunges and a couple miles on the treadmill. I found out my knee still hurts, I MAY have to schedule a doctor's appointment for it. Although I haven't given it an opportunity for some good rest so I should probably try to take it mega easy for a couple weeks before asking a doctor. For lunch I made chicken stew. I was aiming to make it rich and spicy but ended up making it too salty somehow, I think too much lemon pepper. It was edible but not that great for the effort. While cooling/eating, TK was messaging me about issues with her boyfriend and how he has a pattern of problematic jealousy. I took her side completely with what she had to say, it sounded to me like he not only had unrealistic expectations but also that he was not communicating the problem very well. It got me thinking a lot in general about jealousy and how the dynamic can change between two people that work well together when they elevate from friends to a relationship. I think nothing SHOULD change if both parties know how to talk and don't develop unrealistic needs.

I did my afternoon work late on account of how long the stew took. I did a request for FY that I think turned out okay and then I got into VRchat to paint from "life". I went to that old world DS and I found with all the hobkin avatars and picked a place to stand that I'm going to copy from. I think it's a great idea because it's basically just a color study and results in a sort of unique result, that being what looks like an uninteresting in-game screenshot but it's actually been hand painted. After that I worked on my avatar for about 15 minutes which was enough time to prepare and bake the AO for the textures. This whole time I was using my good headphones to listen to loud rain with some music and a stream at a lower volume.

When I was done I hopped on the Roblox horse game to catch some horses and check out the training island. DS was free so we called and watched a furry species ranking video while I horse trained and she practiced airbrushing. We also finally watched the fabled balut sausage video which was horrifying, I actually thought I might throw up and had to look away. Then it was more of the usual furry con content and we went on a sidetrack trying to see if any of the footage had her in it. We found about 10 pixels of her at the waterfront in 2022, still an exciting find.

In bed we did our puzzles. The crossword was really hard for some reason and took us a whole 12 minutes. The last 2 only took a little over 1 minute each. Then it was 2 Monster High chapters and I played through the Beast's Castle level in KH2 until I got to the boss. We did a little smash or pass session with the enemies and a few actually got me thinkin a little.

~~~

Today was strange in that for most of it, I really had the desire to be alone but not to be myself. Usually when I wanna do something alone, I'm still trying to express myself. But I didn't want that today, I wanted the influence of others. The happy medium was a little bit of texting. Also since today was about "self", I combined that with my Costar prompt which was "cry over someone else's problems". So during the afternoon I was thinking a lot about TK and DS, putting myself in their shoes thinking about the woes they both expressed today. It felt good, like a helpful empathy exercise.

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Result

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