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horrorstreet · 2 months

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Bigger Problems

The Oni ( Dead By Daylight) x reader Warnings: SMUT - Size Kink - Slight Gore A/N: I don't usually write smut so please don't bash me for this shitty job but eat up I supposed

Your hands meticulously worked around the wires and tubes of the generator, trying desperately to get the thing running. It didn’t help that the Yamaoka estate didn’t provide any light so you just had to squint and hope you were putting together the correct wires.

THUD

You could hear the Oni’s large footsteps approaching where you were hard at work crouched over a generator and you could tell you were close to being done but you couldn’t stick it out. He was getting too close and he was fast approaching on your side of the generator, Sable on the other side trying her best to stick it out and make sure it got done. You gave her a sorry look before running off in the opposite direction that the large man was running. Looking back, you saw Sable being grabbed from the machine and thrown to the ground before the Oni swung down on her, crushing her head underneath his weapon, yelling furiously as he did so.

Tears brimmed the waterline of your eyes, threatening to spill over as you ran off to find another generator to work on. Dwight quickly ran off seeing you run up to the generator he was working on and you gave a tired huff, getting down on your needs in front of the big hunk of metal before finishing the work Dwight had started. You worked hard to make sure you got this one done in time, hearing the large killers footsteps stomping around all over the estate as you did so.

You listened to each and every one of your companions get picked off one by one, their screams filling the air before being replaced with the sound of the entity lowering its claw down to pick them up and return them to the campfire.

And then there was you.

“Please.. Please.” You wheezed out quietly trying to find the hatch to escape back with the others. Bamboo trees smacked you in the face and legs as you ran around the place, trying your hardest to find your sweet exit to safety. But, it seemed that fate had other plans. You heard the slamming of the hatch door slam down before sinking back down into the ground, disappearing like it was never there. The tears finally spilled over, running down your face, realizing that your chances of escaping were zero to none now.

You heard Oni’s angered yell once again as he rushed around as fast as he could to find you. You, on the other hand, were as quiet as a mouse, finally having reached one of the levers to the doors that led to your escape, you were almost there, almost had that door open when you realized it was too quiet now. Before you knew it, the stomps of the large man came rushing at you, a scream ripping out of your throat and the doors opening right then and there but it was too late. The Oni knocked your feet out from underneath you and you fell hard to the dirt, your head hitting the ground hard with a thud, your vision spinning for a split second before the vision of a large hand coming down to grab you came into view.

Oni reached down to pick you up, his large, calloused hands wrapping around your throat and lifting you up into the air. Your eyes met his own that once glowed under his mask but faded into something darker as a certain realization hit him that you seemed to understand in that same exact moment. It was as if time stopped in that moment, a heat filling your core as you noticed just how much you liked this. Being in the hands of this large man. At his mercy as he held your life in his palm. He stood there unmoving as you looked into his eyes with the same dark, hooded look he stared at you with, his body growing hotter as he stared at you. How small you were in his hands. How much bigger he was than you. He could truly do whatever he wanted with you and you didn’t protest. The man let you fall down to the ground, this time watching as you landed on your ass, an “oof” escaping your mouth as you landed. You looked up at him with a certain look in his eyes that made his breathing heavy.

You’re his favorite …

He swiftly bent down to pick you up, throwing you over his shoulder before storming off inside of the estate building that stood tall. He quickly made his way into one of the more comfortable rooms that showed less signs of decay and dropped you down again, softer this time. Your tights squeezed together as you watched him throw down his weapons and move his mask to rest comfortably above his lips. He quickly moved to take his armor off from around his large shoulder and chest, the only thing keeping him from being in the nude being his pants that now slightly fell to rest on his hips loosely, his v line teasing what gift waited for you underneath.

Large hands clawed at your clothes, ripping the shirt off of your figure before moving to your bra, revealing your chest. Your face turned red, the cold air hitting your chest and your nipples growing hard. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from him, though. He was so big above you, on his knees and working to get you undressed so he could have you just the way he wanted. Your chest heaved as you breathed hard, not believing what was happening.

The man quickly pulled your pants off, the ripped jeans being tossed off to the side of the room before he removed his own pants, tossing them off into the same direction. Oni pulled you over to him, setting you in between his legs, his hard length pressed up against your back. He was breathing heavily above you as he leaned his head down to press harsh kisses and bites to your neck, his large fingers sliding between your folds, your slick wetting his fingers before circling your clit carefully, starting off slow before getting rough. Your legs clenched together, his other hand reaching around to hold your legs open as he continued. You let out a loud moan at the feeling, quickly losing yourself to the sensation.

Once he had his fill of feeling you squirm against him, he slipped his fingers into you, two dipping into you and curling up to try and hit that bundle of nerves. He pumped in and out of you before adding a third finger, completely stretching you out to prepare you for his length that oozed precum down your ass. As his fingers continued to pump in and out of you, his other hand reached back around to grip his length, slowly starting to pump it. The tip was red and angry, the throbbing feeling of his cock becoming too distracting for him. Oni had enough of the foreplay, ready to take you and claim you as his. His little doll. He picked you up and turned you to face him, placing both hands on your hips and slowly sliding you down on his length. He gave you no time to adjust before thrusting into you, lifting his hips up into you slowly, admiring how small you were between his hands. Your hands flew up to rest on his chest, nails digging into his skin and moans spilling from your mouth, eyes clamped shut as you focused on the feeling of him filling you up to nice.

He stopped moving his hips up into you and used you, sliding you up and down his throbbing cock, loving how easy it was to move you up and down his length. The sounds. The sight. It was all so much. The Oni picked you up once more before slamming you against the wall of the room and letting loose. He slammed up into you with eager grunts, a white hot, pleasurable feeling making your legs go numb as he hit those bundle of nerves so perfectly deep inside of you. It made you go limp, the feeling so overwhelming. You let it take over your mind, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you felt your climax quickly approaching. You could tell he was close too, his breathing unsteady and erratic, his thrusts becoming uneven and faltering.

You moaned out, your arms that were wrapped around his neck now pulling him close as you let go, cumming all over his length, the wet release dribbling down his length and dripping down onto the floor beneath you both. He continued his attack on your cunt before he came to a halt, feeling his hot release fill you to the brim before gushing out of you and falling down to the ground, mixing with your own release. He pumped into you a few more times before pulling out and doing his best to catch his breath.

He carefully placed you back onto the ground, laying your back carefully onto the bamboo mat that covered the ground. He quickly fixed his mask, putting his armor back on as you sluggishly put your own clothes back on, besides your shirt which you knew would be replaced by the entity when you left to go back to the campfire.

The Oni picked you up, holding you in his arms all the way back to the open gates. He looked down at you without a word and took a deep breath before putting you down and looking down at you before slowly back away, turning around to walk back into the estate away from the gates, leaving you alone. And while that may not have been the sweetest goodbye…

You knew round two was promised soon….

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perles-infinite-fictional-love · 2 years

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They came from the Walled City

Some kind of fanfic where a human comes across Momo in the woods. Humans in flesh and companions meet again for the first time in centuries.

(This is the human POV of my short fanfic "The soft ones live" ← click to read! If you want to read Momo’s POV.)

A few days ago, an low, thunderous rumble was heard for miles. Something huge made the ground tremble. When we looked out in the distance, we witnessed a sight we never thought we'd see; the ancient Walled City 99 was opening up...

Centuries ago, during one of the darkest eras of humanity, some people hid inside those perfectly sealed walled cities, hoping they could escape from all the problems humans had to deal with back in those times.

The humans that couldn't afford this luxury, like my ancestors, were left outside to rot... But little do these Walled City people know, the humanity left outside managed to survive, even if barely. And that brings us to me.

Today, one could only wonder how these Walled City people were now. A whole city of people cut off from the world for so many centuries... Did they all turn into darkness-dwelling savages resorting to cannibalism to survive? Or did all their ressources and fine technology allow them to become more advanced than us, outside humans?

For these questions, people were hesitant to go greet who, or what, would come out of the freshly opened Walled City 99...

Me, I wanted to take a peek.

I was still traveling through the woods on my way to the walled city, when I spotted an orange cat ahead of me, calmly staring at me.

I smiled and put a knee to the ground to go "pspspsps".

To my delight, the cat casually approached me, without any noticeable fear, and after a sniff, even nuzzled my hand. Wow, this one was pretty friendly for a wild cat!...

But eventually, the cat ran off to the woods. The cat stopped to glance my way and meow, then ran away for good.

What a cute cat. If I didn't know any better, I'd say this cat wanted me to follow...

So naturally, I did. Or at least, I tried.

After just a few minutes of walking through the woods, a sound caught my attention.

Some kind of repeated mechanical whirr. Someone using machinery, maybe?...

Staying hidden behind a tree, I tried to peek at the source of the sound...

At first, I saw a human-like silhouette stepping into a clearing, apparently searching for something. This person sure was wearing some funny clothes.... a long coat with a tropical pattern of leaves and flamingos... an old conical bamboo hat... and... Some kind of armor?... Or...? What was that, covering the rest of their body?...

This person turned their head my way, and I finally saw their face... If I should even call it a face.

It was a screen. A rainbow-colored screen with just two white circles and a white line to supposedly resemble a simplistic 'face'. It even sort of blinked, by making the two circles turn into a straight line across the screen for a split second.

I knew what this was. I've seen old photos of it before. It was one of those robots designed to serve the people inside the Walled Cities. What were they called again?...

That was not a human, and yet... The way it moved so naturally, awkwardly without being clunky, it almost fooled me into thinking it was someone! It looked so expressive, by its movements alone...

"Hhhuh..." I whispered to myself, staring at the machine.

At the sound I made, the machine suddenly froze, the screen suddenly flickering to display a sad frowning face, and then... It slowly turned to look my way.

Uh oh.

I tried to stay still, not knowing what else to do, but the monitor of the robot finally focused on my face, and its expression turned into wide eyes and a square for a mouth.

It slowly tilted its head, letting out a weird buzzing sound.

"Shit!..." Was it sounding an alarm or something? It was freaking me out! I started stepping backward slowly, ready to turn and run at any sudden movement!...

But then, the robot raised its hands to show me its palms, shaking its head, as it let out a robotic blabber. It sounded like the muffled deep voice of someone talking over a phone of very low quality. When it 'talked', its mouth was moving as a thick white bar across the screen. It was quite cartoony.

Once again, the way it moved, and now sounded, made me feel like this robot was a person... It just seemed to express genuine surprise and worry.

But this had to be in my head.

I was gonna run away, fearing that the robot might call for backup or something... until the robot raised two fingers on both of his hands, showing them to me insistently, as he gave a small nod and continued blabbering robot gibberish.

Two fingers like that. It meant something, didn't it? A long time ago... I couldn't remember what it meant exactly, but I knew it was something... positive. Something friendly.

So I stopped, suddenly curious, and watched the robot. Maybe it was trying to tell me something, for some reason.

The robot stayed still, staring back, then started speaking in bleeps and bloops again... it then put a finger to its chest, and traced the letters 'M-O-M-O'...

I blinked. "...Momo?..." Could that be its name?...

The robot straightened itself, head perking up a bit as it let out a high-pitched sound and blinked a few times. It paused, then spoke again, only this time its bloops struggled a bit until it pronounced something I could understand... "...MmO-mO...."

This... Didn't feel like something this robot would be programmed to do...

And then, the face on the screen changed into a cheerful yet gentle smile, as 'Momo' awkwardly put its hands together...

That didn't feel like a machine waiting for orders, it felt more like a child wanting to learn things...

So I took a cautious step forward, and asked "Hello?... Are there humans with you?..."

Momo's expression turned into a sad frown as it shrugged and blooped some more. It then awkwardly tapped the tips of its index fingers together a few times, then finally pointed up to bleep some more, and tilted to the side to mimic something with its hands... Looked like writing with a pencil.

Right... The robot did trace a word with its fingers earlier... Maybe this kind of robot worked with text rather than speech, for some reason.

I hesitated, and traced the letters 'H-E-L-L-O' in the air.

The robot tilted its head and blinked a few times, then suddenly perked up, excitedly waving to me.

It did understand! I cracked a smile, and waved back. "Hello..."

Momo's expression once again turned into that gentle smile as it let out a soft high-pitched tone. Its bloops then worked out a friendly "hEll-O...."

I stared at Momo, a little bit speechless. Maybe I was crazy, but I could swear this machine was just too expressive to be... a machine.

What would be the point of programming a helper robot that can't understand human speech, but can learn human speech through complex interactions like this?? And if this robot is only just now learning human speech... Wouldn't it imply this is its first time meeting a human?...

Something strange was going on... But one thing was for sure; this robot was... extremely endearing.

Suddenly, Momo started blabbering again, blooping and bleeping about things I didn't understand, yet always so expressive with its hands and body, like a real human guy trying to explain something very important to me.

Momo paused, staring at me with a blink, as if evaluating my silence, then put a hand behind its head, looking somewhat embarrassed... The robot then continued its blabber, gesturing for me to follow as it took a few steps back in the direction of the Walled City... And finished with its hands put together, I assume begging me to follow...

Of course, I was a little nervous about what this robot could possibly want from me, but... I really wanted to know more. Momo was truly fascinating. It felt like a person, to the point that I felt wrong about thinking of it as an 'it'.

That robot felt like a living being of its own making, somehow... Neither designed for humans, neither NOT designed for humans...

I took a step towards him. He made a happy bleep and nodded to express his eagerness, and began leading me to the Walled City.

I had no idea what to expect next.

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terrakan · 12 hours

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garnetindia · 27 days

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thorntonkrell-blog-blog · 10 months

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Anachronisms are fascinating elements that disrupt the chronological flow of time, bringing elements from different eras into a single context. These temporal oddities can manifest in various forms, from historical inaccuracies in literature and film to unexpected juxtapositions of technology and tradition.

In literature, anachronisms can be unintentional errors or deliberate artistic choices. Let's make an artistic choice.

In the bustling city of 2024, where holographic billboards painted the skyline with neon brilliance, Joe Joe found himself amidst a sea of self-driving cars and hoverboards.

One day, as he strolled down the hologram-lit streets of Tuscon Arizona, he couldn't help but feel like a fish in a tree. "This tech stuff is the cat's pajamas, but damn I miss the good ol' days," he mumbled to himself. Joe, a devotee of vintage vibes, sported a fedora over a Beatle wig and a pair of blue suede shoes that stuck out like a typewriter in a world of touchscreens.

His quirky expressions didn't go unnoticed. A hipster cafe owner named Loretta, who had a fondness for vinyl records and retro décor, overheard Joe talking about the "cat's pajamas" and couldn't help but be intrigued. "Where's the beef, my man?" she quipped, a sly smile playing on her lips.

Amused by the unexpected but welcome comeback, Joe chuckled. "Well, darlin', the beef is right here in this dirty new city But sometimes, I miss the beat of yesterday when our troubles seemed so far away and wanna get back to where I once belonged.

Loretta with her rainbow-colored hair and a peace sign necklace, felt an instant connection. "You know, we've got this place a few blocks down. It's a haven for those who dig the past. Peace, love, and a killer jukebox spinning 45s. You might just find your groove there."

Checking out Loretta's mini-skirt, textured stockings and long legs, Joe figured out that her boots were made for walking and she knew how to use her legs.

Intrigued, Joe followed Loretta to the "cafe", stepping through a green door and bamboo curtains to find what he had been looking for. The aroma of fresh coffee mingled with the crackling sound of vinyl records. "This place is the bee's knees!" Jake exclaimed, taking in the retro ambiance.

As the two chatted over cups of artisanal coffee, Joe couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging. The cigarette machine in the corner and the jukebox playing Gene Vincent classics made him feel right at home. Loretta sharing stories of her love for all things vintage, resonated with Joe's sentiment.

"You know what, Loretta? This spot is truly something else. Feels like a step back in time," Joe remarked, sipping his coffee from a mug adorned with retro patterns.

Loretta grinned, her eyes reflecting the soft glow of the neon signs. "Glad you think so, Joe. It's all about creating a haven for strangers who grok the classics."

Feeling a sudden sweet tooth craving, Joe decided to go all out. "How about making it a real blast from the past? I'll take a banana split, extra cherries on top!"

Mia chuckled, "A banana split, huh? Now, that's a choice I can get behind. Make that two, Jazz my man. Sock it to me."

Jasper Febrey said "oh yeah" and split to whip up the splits.

Jasper Febrey's inspiration to start "TimeWarp Brews & Bites" stemmed from a deep appreciation for the charm and character of eras gone by. Growing up surrounded by his grandparents' stories, their album and 45 collection plus classic movies on VHS Jasper developed a fascination for the aesthetics, music, and culture of the past. Jazz liked to rock.

As he stumbled into adulthood and the trust fund matured. Jazz noticed a longing for nostalgia among people in the fast-paced, technologically advanced world of 2054. Recognizing the power of blending the old with the new, Jasper imagined a place where cats and chicks could escape the hustle and bustle of contemporary life and immerse themselves in the timeless allure of bygone decades.

Jasper's passion for creating a space that harmoniously brought together the best of different eras led to the birth of "TimeWarp Brews & Bites." His love for retro aesthetics, coupled with a desire to share the joy of half-forgotten times, inspired him to create a joint where patrons could enjoy not only delicious treats but also the ambiance, spirit and vibes of a journey through time.

As Joe indulged in his banana split, the vibrant colors of the ice cream scoops contrasted with the sepia-toned nostalgia of the cafe. The Ginsberg on his typewriter in the corner tapped out a rhythm that harmonized with the jukebox, creating a symphony of eras colliding.

Jukeboxes in 2054 had been replaced by Holihuulias. You swiped your card and a hologram of the performer took the "stage" and performed whatever you chose. A new feature had been added. The hologram would perform a brand new song that you had created with AI after you had swiped your card.

At TWBandB, Jazz still had a Wurlitzer. Joe slipped a coin right into the slot. He chose Rip it Up, I Wanna be Sedated, Get Back and Be Bop A Lula. Inside the juke, a mechanical arm would pick up the chosen record, remove it from its carousel and placed the selected 45 RPM platter on the turntable which rotated allowing the needle to make contact with the grooves in the record and the sound was amplified through the speakers of the jukebox. After Rip it Up the mechanical arm returned it to its place in the carousel and picked out the the Ramones

Following Gene Vincent, Petula Clark started in on Downtown. Loretta and Joe no longer down nor lonely hit the floor and jerked until Chubby came on the Wurlitzer and they twisted and then they twisted again like last summer.

Jazz slipped a coin into the slot and Wonderland by Night started playing. Joe asked Loretta if she wanted to dance. She looked in his eyes and nodded. He brought her in. She put her hand behind his neck. He put both his hands behind her back. He whiffed her Ambush perfume and she his English Leather.

When Wonderland ended, they gently kissed. It seemed like they had done this before but neither could remember where or when.

Perfect

They said goodbye.

"See ya later, alligator" Loretta whispered.

"After while, crocodile, Joe responded.

As they hit the street heading in opposite directions, Joe turned to watch her go. Loretta turned as well.

"We'll meet again Don't know where, don't know when...." Joe predicted.

"I know we'll meet again, some sunny day", Loretta agreed.

They knew they would and they did.

They were where they belonged.

The selected record was placed on the turntable.

The turntable then rotated, allowing the needle (stylus) to make contact with the grooves of the record.

The amplified sound was then played through the jukebox's speakers for everyone in the vicinity to hear.

Return and Rest:

After the selected song finished playing, the mechanical components would return the record to its storage location.

The jukebox was then ready for the next selection.

Inside the jukebox, a mechanical system would engage, moving the selected record from its storage location to the turntable.

The jukebox typically held a carousel or magazine with a collection of records, and a mechanical arm or gripper would pick up the chosen record.

In 1965, the most popular jukeboxes were typically produced by well-known manufacturers that dominated the market during that era. Some of the prominent jukebox manufacturers of the time included:

Wurlitzer: Wurlitzer was one of the most iconic jukebox manufacturers in the 1960s. They were known for their stylish designs and vibrant lights. The Wurlitzer 2800 and 2600 are examples of models from around that time.

Seeburg: Seeburg was another major player in the jukebox industry. Their models were recognized for their sleek, modern designs. The Seeburg LPC1 and SPS160 are examples of popular models in the mid-1960s.

Rock-Ola: Rock-Ola was known for producing high-quality jukeboxes with a focus on both form and function. The Rock-Ola 434 and 435 are examples of models from the mid-1960s.

AMI (Automatic Musical Instruments): AMI was a significant jukebox manufacturer, and their models were known for their distinctive styling. The AMI Continental 2 and AMI K are examples of popular models around 1965.

Jukeboxes during this time often featured colorful lights, chrome accents, and a variety of song selections, reflecting the vibrant and dynamic music scene of the 1960s. Keep in mind that the popularity of specific models could vary regionally and among different establishments.

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Wurlitzer jukeboxes, like those from other manufacturers, worked through a combination of mechanical and electrical components. Here's a simplified explanation of how a Wurlitzer jukebox typically worked:

Song Selection:

Users would approach the jukebox and browse through a catalog or display of available songs.

Each song in the catalog corresponded to a specific location on the jukebox, usually identified by a combination of numbers and letters.

Coin Insertion:

To select and play a song, users needed to insert the required amount of coins into the jukebox.

The cost per song was predetermined by the establishment or the jukebox owner.

Mechanical Selection System:

After coins were inserted, the user made their song selection by pressing the corresponding buttons or keys on the jukebox, indicating the desired song's location.

Record Retrieval:

Inside the jukebox, a mechanical system would engage, moving the selected record from its storage location to the turntable.

The jukebox typically held a carousel or magazine with a collection of records, and a mechanical arm or gripper would pick up the chosen record.

Turntable and Playback:

The selected record was placed on the turntable.

The turntable then rotated, allowing the needle (stylus) to make contact with the grooves of the record.

The amplified sound was then played through the jukebox's speakers for everyone in the vicinity to hear.

Return and Rest:

After the selected song finished playing, the mechanical components would return the record to its storage location.

The jukebox was then ready for the next selection.

Wurlitzer and other jukebox manufacturers incorporated various technologies and improvements over the years, but the basic mechanism of record selection, retrieval, playback, and return remained consistent. With advancements in technology, jukeboxes eventually transitioned from vinyl records to other media formats like CDs and digital files, but the core principles of song selection and playback remained similar.

Loretta joined him, holding a banana split that of her own.

With a grateful nod, Joe dug into the dessert, savoring each bite time tripping his ass off.. The combination of the banana's creaminess, the rich chocolate syrup, and the grooved out atmo made the moment truly special.

With a satisfied grin on his face, Jake leaned back in the retro cafe chair, his Ed Sullivan Beatle haircut adding an extra touch of vintage cool to the atmosphere. Mia, the epitome of 1960s chic, sported a mini skirt, knee-high boots, and textured stockings, channeling the birds of a bygone era.

"Joe, you sure know how to pick a dessert " Loretta teased, a playful twinkle in her eye as she adjusted the hem of her mini skirt.

Joe chuckled, running a hand through his Beatle-esque hair. "Well, Mia, if we're going for a blast from the past, might as well go all the way. The Beatles had it right – a little bit of nostalgia goes a long way."

The jukebox, seemingly inspired by the conversation, switched to a classic Beatles tune, filling the air with the iconic sounds of the '60s. Mia couldn't resist tapping her foot to the beat, her knee-high boots adding a rhythm of their own.

As they continued to chat, sharing stories and laughter, the cafe became a sanctuary where the flavors of the past merged seamlessly with the technology-driven present. In that quaint space, surrounded by the eclectic mix of old and new, Jake realized that sometimes, the most beautiful moments are the ones where different eras collide, creating a tapestry of memories that transcend time itself.

As the evening unfolded, Mia bid Jake farewell with a wink and a classic sign-off, "Peace, love, out!" Jake, walking back into the neon-lit city streets, couldn't shake off the feeling that sometimes, amidst the dazzling advancements of 2024, the past still had its own timeless charm. And with a swish of his blue suede shoes, he embraced the fusion of the old and the new in this ever-evolving metropolis.

However, deliberate anachronisms can be employed as a narrative device. Writers may use them to draw parallels between different historical periods, highlighting similarities or ironies. For instance, a story set in ancient Rome might feature characters grappling with issues that mirror modern societal dilemmas, emphasizing the timeless nature of certain human experiences.

In the realm of cinema, anachronisms can be unintentional production errors or intentional stylistic choices. For instance, a film set in the Victorian era might accidentally showcase a modern car passing in the background. On the other hand, filmmakers may purposely incorporate anachronisms to infuse a historical setting with contemporary flair, creating a unique and visually striking atmosphere.

Anachronisms are not confined to the world of storytelling; they also find their way into art and technology. Consider a steampunk-inspired creation that blends Victorian aesthetics with futuristic technology. This deliberate mixing of eras results in a visually captivating anachronism, challenging our expectations and prompting us to reconsider the boundaries of time and creativity.

In everyday life, anachronisms can be humorous or thought-provoking. Picture a person dressed in period-accurate clothing from the 18th century, casually browsing a tablet in a coffee shop. This juxtaposition of historical attire and modern technology is a playful way of challenging societal norms and expectations.

The study of anachronisms provides insights into how societies perceive and interpret time. They remind us that history is not a static, linear progression but a dynamic tapestry where elements from different epochs coexist, collide, and influence one another. Anachronisms, whether intentional or inadvertent, invite us to explore the boundaries of temporal imagination, encouraging a deeper understanding of the interconnected nature of human experience across time.

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Set a story in 2024 using expressions like the cats pajamas...where's the beef....peace love out....a typewriter and blue suede shoesChatGPT

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In the bustling city of 2024, where holographic billboards painted the skyline with neon brilliance, Jake found himself amidst a sea of self-driving cars and hoverboards. He was an old soul navigating a futuristic world, often using phrases that seemed like relics of a bygone era.

One day, as he strolled down the hologram-lit streets, he couldn't help but feel like a fish out of water. "This tech stuff is the cat's pajamas, but sometimes I miss the good ol' days," he mumbled to himself. Jake, a devotee of vintage vibes, sported a fedora and a pair of blue suede shoes that stuck out like a typewriter in a world of touchscreens.

His quirky expressions didn't go unnoticed. A hipster cafe owner named Mia, who had a fondness for vinyl records and retro décor, overheard Jake talking about the "cat's pajamas" and couldn't help but be intrigued. "Where's the beef, my man?" she quipped, a sly smile playing on her lips.

Amused by the unexpected throwback, Jake chuckled. "Well, darlin', the beef is right here in this city of the future. But sometimes, I miss the simplicity of yesteryear."

Mia, with her rainbow-colored hair and a peace sign necklace, felt an instant connection. "You know, we've got this place a few blocks down. It's a haven for those who dig the past. Peace, love, and a killer jukebox. You might just find your groove there."

Intrigued, Jake followed Mia to her cafe, stepping through the door to find a haven of nostalgia. The aroma of fresh coffee mingled with the crackling sound of vinyl records. "This place is the bee's knees!" Jake exclaimed, taking in the retro ambiance.

As the two chatted over cups of artisanal coffee, Jake couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging. The typewriter in the corner and the jukebox playing Elvis classics made him feel right at home. Mia, sharing stories of her love for all things vintage, resonated with Jake's sentiment.

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As Jake and Mia continued their conversation in the cozy retro cafe, the air was filled with the warm hum of conversation and the nostalgic crackle of vinyl. Jake couldn't help but be drawn to the vintage charm of the place.

"You know what, Mia? This spot is truly something else. Feels like a step back in time," Jake remarked, sipping his coffee from a mug adorned with retro patterns.

Mia grinned, her eyes reflecting the soft glow of the neon signs. "Glad you think so, Jake. It's all about creating a haven for those who appreciate the classics."

Feeling a sudden sweet tooth craving, Jake decided to go all out. "How about making it a real blast from the past? I'll take a banana split, extra cherries on top!"

Mia chuckled, "A banana split, huh? Now, that's a choice I can get behind. Coming right up, my man."

As Jake indulged in his banana split, the vibrant colors of the ice cream scoops contrasted with the sepia-toned nostalgia of the cafe. The typewriter in the corner seemed to tap out a rhythm that harmonized with the jukebox, creating a symphony of eras colliding.

Mia joined him, holding a banana split that looked straight out of a 1950s diner. "Here you go, Jake. Enjoy the sweetness of the past!"

With a grateful nod, Jake dug into the dessert, savoring each bite as if he were transported to a simpler time. The combination of the banana's creaminess, the rich chocolate syrup, and the nostalgia-laden atmosphere made the moment truly special.

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give Jake an Ed Sullivan Beatle haircut and dress mia in a mini skirt with knee high boots and textured stockingsChatGPT

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"Jake, you sure know how to pick a dessert and a look!" Mia teased, a playful twinkle in her eye as she adjusted the hem of her mini skirt.

Jake chuckled, running a hand through his Beatle-esque hair. "Well, Mia, if we're going for a blast from the past, might as well go all the way. The Beatles had it right – a little bit of nostalgia goes a long way."

As they enjoyed the banana split and the timeless tunes, the cafe became a tableau of eras colliding – Jake's Beatle haircut and Mia's '60s-inspired ensemble creating a delightful contrast against the backdrop of holographic billboards and futuristic gadgets.

With a mischievous grin, Jake lifted his coffee mug in a mock toast. "To the past and the present, Mia. Who knew a banana split and a trip down memory lane could be so groovy?"

Mia laughed, clinking her mug against his. "Groovy indeed, Jake. It's like we've stepped into a time machine, and I'm loving every minute of it."

As the Beatles played on and the neon lights of the cafe cast a warm glow, Jake and Mia found themselves lost in a moment that transcended the boundaries of time. In their own way, they became living anachronisms, a testament to the enduring allure of the past in the ever-evolving dance of the present.

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After they finished their treats, they left the place (name the place). Mia said Donke schoen to the owner and Jake added see ya later alligator.ChatGPT

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After savoring the last delicious bites of their banana split and finishing their coffee, Jake and Mia decided it was time to bid farewell to the nostalgic haven they had found. With content smiles, they strolled towards the exit of the retro cafe, aptly named "TimeWarp Brews & Bites."

As they reached the door, Mia gave a friendly wave to the owner, a fellow aficionado of all things vintage. "Donke schoen for the sweet treats and the groovy vibes!" Mia exclaimed with a grin, using a touch of German to express her gratitude.

The owner, a bearded gentleman in suspenders and a newsboy cap, returned the smile. "Anytime, Mia! Keep the retro spirit alive!"

Jake, with his Beatle haircut and a wink, chimed in with a classic touch. "See ya later, alligator!" he called out, adding a playful spin to the traditional farewell.

The owner chuckled, giving them a thumbs up. "After a while, crocodile!"

As the door closed behind them, Jake and Mia stepped back into the neon-lit streets of 2024, leaving the TimeWarp Brews & Bites behind. The juxtaposition of the vintage expressions and the futuristic cityscape seemed to capture the essence of their unique encounter. As they continued their journey through the city, the echoes of a bygone era lingered in the air, a reminder that sometimes, the past can weave its magic into the present in the most unexpected and delightful ways.

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The owner of "TimeWarp Brews & Bites" is Jasper McFly. His shop is a hidden gem in the heart of the city, where nostalgia meets the future in a delightful blend of vintage decor, classic tunes, and, of course, delicious treats. Jasper, with his passion for all things retro, has created a haven that transcends time, inviting patrons like Jake and Mia to experience a slice of the past in the midst of a modern world.

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Jasper Febrey inspiration to start "TimeWarp Brews & Bites" stemmed from a deep appreciation for the charm and character of eras gone by. Growing up surrounded by his grandparents' stories, old records, and classic movies, Jasper developed a fascination for the aesthetics, music, and culture of the past.

As he ventured into adulthood, he noticed a longing for nostalgia among people in the fast-paced, technologically advanced world of 2024. Recognizing the power of blending the old with the new, Jasper envisioned a place where individuals could escape the hustle and bustle of contemporary life and immerse themselves in the timeless allure of bygone decades.

Jasper's passion for creating a space that harmoniously brought together the best of different eras led to the birth of "TimeWarp Brews & Bites." His love for retro aesthetics, coupled with a desire to share the joy of simpler times, inspired him to curate an environment where patrons could enjoy not only delicious treats but also the ambiance and spirit of a nostalgic journey through time. The unique fusion of past and present in his cafe became a testament to Jasper's belief that the beauty of history could enhance the richness of the present.

"Jake, you sure know how to pick a dessert and a look!" Mia teased, a playful twinkle in her eye as she adjusted the hem of her mini skirt.

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Wednesday, May 17 - Izumo Taisha and Cape Hinomisaki

Today we took a train west from Matsue to one of the most important and probably the oldest shrine in Japan, already in existence in the 700's. Japanese shrines were traditionally rebuilt from time to time and Izumo Taisha was usually rebuilt every 60 years or so, but that custom has passed and the current Main Hall dates from 1744, and is also the tallest shrine in Japan. The Main Hall itself is off-limits to the public, although there are other smaller shrines and worship halls that are occasionally open. The large ropes at the fronts of the shrines are called shimenawa and indicate the presence of a deity, and also delineate the transition from mortal realm to divine space.

The main deity here is Okuinushi no Okama, who is considered to be the creator of Japan, and also the god of relationships and marriage. There are many stories about him, and the one that seems to be most common is the story about his kindness to a certain rabbit. It seemed that this rabbit had tried to cross the sea on the back of sharks, and they had tricked him and tore his skin off. When Okuinushi's family was walking by, his older brothers teased the rabbit and told him to wash himself in sea water to ease his pain, but of course that only made it worse. When Okuinushi came by, he treated the rabbit with respect and told him to wash in spring water and lie down in herbs, and so the rabbit was cured and his fur grew back. As a result of this story, rabbits are forever entwined with this shrine, and there are little stone rabbits everywhere, praying, reading, and my favorite, stirring a pot of rice. Of course, since rabbits are not native to Japan (there is an endemic rabbit on one of the small southern islands), it was more likely a Japanese hare, but bunnies are cuter.

To get to the shrine we had to take a train to the town of Izumo and then a bus another 10 km to the shrine. Those buses ran fairly regularly, but another less frequent bus went from the shrine out to Cape Hinomisaki, so we chose to do that first. At the cape is the tallest lighthouse in Japan, standing over the many small volcanic Islands that make up what is called Izumo Matsushima. The rock here is rhyolite and is fractured, looking like miniature basalt columns. We had about 3 hours until the bus back and were worried at first about how to spend the time, but we wandered down to a beach, watched Black-tailed gulls defend their rookery island from invading Black Kites, and wandered through the shrine out at the cape. We couldn't go up in the lighthouse because they were working on the top, but the views from the cape were stunning on a gorgeous day. The rocks were extremely colorful and the sea was quite active with a lovely breeze. All of the interpretative signs had some English, which was also helpful.

I've described a bit of the shrine above, but it is a huge area, complete with a very formal long entrance path, split into three. The outer two are for mortals and the center path is for the gods. Along the way are sculptures, a museum, and this lovely pond with blooming irises. A gathering of the gods takes place every 10th lunar month and is celebrated here at the shrine and on a nearby beach.

The photo with all the paper on the bamboo around the trees are a way of sending prayers to the gods. There are also little wooden plaques you can buy, and inscribe with calligraphy and leave on special racks, and there are more little offerings to buy. These trees were not as covered as some by the Main Hall, which is probably closer to the gods one hopes to reach.

We took a late bus back to the train station, and should have had 6 minutes to make our train, but the bus got stalled in traffic, and so when we got to the station we had two minutes to sprint (as much as we can sprint) across the lobby, stick our passes in the machine and run up the escalator. We made it with about 20 seconds to spare. On the ride back to Matsue I saw this traditional house in the last photo and thought it looked great in the evening light.

Tomorrow we may have rain in the afternoon, so have planned to go out to a peony and Japanese garden on an island in the "sea-lake", and then spend some time back at Matsue Castle and grounds, as long as the weather holds. Today's weather was perfect, so no complaints there.

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Ok yeah some new stuff to talk about cool yeah lets do it, thank god it’s been refreshing to draw something that wasn’t the same guy.

these bad boys require some explanation, I had written down a few ideas the other day in which I came up with the concept of a bomb throwing soldier of some type who genetically engineered plants into weaponry, specifically different types of explosives such as a rocket launcher bamboo, an explosive cherry Bomb, and yes, A Potato Mine, this concept takes a lot of inspiration from the idea of plants vs Zombies including a few of the more iconic plant design

I plan to make some of the designs more unique in later versions to further split off from the inspirations and be more of it’s own thing

the design to the right is another concept but it’s a bit more generic looking and probably not going to be the final result, I quite like the first one as it’s design and coat is a bit more unique and was a blend of a few different designs, blending the aesthetic of characters like soldier with some elements of doctor Eggman

also the left plant is the reason I was researching little shop of Horrors yesterday and it so I can likely improve the design of that plant with the inspiration given.

also as well as that I got a nice sketch made related to the lizard faction of this wacky war

this little menace is piloting a big ol crab like tank covered in vines and greenery due to how fast the plant life on the lizards home world, it’s also a play on the idea of the small character in a big machine or robot.

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Moment’s Silence

Modern AU Rengoku Kyoujurou x F!Reader

It’s Kyoujurou’s birthday!! Since this special date also coincides with another big event this year, I had an idea to merge the two. I hope you enjoy!

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Tags: Fluff, domestic life, oral sex, overall Very Tender Sex

"Good work today!" You snatch your handbag, greeting Uzui-san on the way out. Glancing at your wristwatch, you quicken your pace a little.

5.48pm…

You have to pick up Rika from daycare, secure a cake and prepare dinner within 2 hours in order for your schedule to work out. If you were lucky, Kyoujurou would be tied up with club activities, giving you an extra 30 minutes…

"Mommy!" You spot the familiar puff of yellow and red making its way to you. Bending over to press a big kiss to her cheek, you haul her into your arms and make a mad dash towards the shopping district.

"Did you prepare what I asked you to?" Rika nods, pointing to her tiny backpack. "Good girl!"

"Mommy, there's a big crowd." She gasps a little, pointing a chubby finger towards the mass of bodies clustered in front of the bakery.

"Tanjiro-kun!" You yell over a couple huddled in front of the bakery's glass display, hoping that he heard you. Within a few seconds, your red-headed student peers out from within the ornate doors and flashes you a smile.

"Sensei! Here's your cake." A neatly wrapped box with a silky red ribbon in a bag is placed into your hands, and he bows. "Thank you very much! Happy m-"

"Thank you, I'll see you in school."

Rika waves to him over your shoulder as you turn on your heel. The sun's setting already, street lights flickering on as you finally make your way back to your apartment.

Heaving a sigh of relief, you jam the elevator button and finally have a moment to take a breath.

"Mommy, I could have walked." Rika frowns, her eyebrows- shaped much like her father's- furrow. You chuckle, nuzzling your daughter's hair.

"It's alright. You're not too heavy, anyway-" Just before the elevator doors can slide close, a hand jams itself into the tiny gap, scaring the life out of you.

"I'm sorry!" To your surprise, Kyoujurou steps in. Your husband stares at you for a few stunned seconds until Rika squirms around with delight.

"Daddy!" You hand her over to Kyoujurou, but not before he's able to lean in for a quick peck on the lips as a greeting.

"Rika! I've missed you~" He blows raspberries into her neck, earning ecstatic giggles that ring through the enclosed space.

"I thought you had club duties?"

"Hm? Oh, I exchanged shifts with Tomioka." He extends an arm to grab the paper bag before halting.

The two of you are holding paper bags, identical paper bags. From the Kamado Family bakery.

"Kyou, did you buy a cake for your own birthday? You should have known I would get one for you!" The lift doors jerk open, and the three of you cross the threshold into your house.

"It's not that, my love…" Kyoujurou murmurs, setting Rika down and ruffling her hair. "Did you forget? It's Mother's Day too."

Oh. Oh. Now that explained the crowd at the bakery today. You sigh, setting down the keys and your handbag.

"Now, I know what you're thinking." Swivelling around, Kyoujurou and Rika are standing side by side with their arms crossed over their chests, mischievous smiles on their faces. As much as the sight sends pangs through your heart, you will not be swayed. "You cannot split one entire cake between two people."

Simultaneously, the both of them groan. You leave them to their machinations to get dinner started.

Cooking in the Rengoku household is a thrill. Over the years, Kyoujurou has managed to participate in the kitchen without causing mass destruction, and sweet little Rika sits on the countertop, cheering the both of you on.

After getting Rika washed up and changed, Kyoujurou peeks over your shoulder while you're peeling the sweet potatoes. Today, you'll be making an indulgent version of Kyou's favourite dish- sweet potato rice.

You allow him to take over chopping them, and you turn your attention to preparing the rest of the ingredients. The two of you work like a well-oiled machine. Once you've sliced the cabbage and scallions, Kyoujurou has the sweet potatoes in the oven. You warm up the leftover white rice from yesterday in the rice cooker, along with the soft-boiled eggs.

"Rika, help me set up the table please?" Kyoujurou handles the plates, and Rika sets the cutlery down. Two blue and red bamboo chopsticks for you and Kyoujurou, with a smaller pair of training chopsticks for herself.

The soft ping of the oven has you up and scooping the rice into bowls, while Kyou retrieves the ingredients from the counter.

"Can I help?" You hand her the furikake shaker, which she accepts with glee, sprinkling the sesame seeds and seaweed over the rice.

You watch, content, as they wolf down the meal, rice grains sticking to their cheeks. Rika definitely took after her father more.

"You may each have one slice, as a treat." You slide the cake from its white box onto the middle of the table, lighting a candle and placing it amidst the dainty curls of white cream. After singing happy birthday and taking an ample number of pictures, the three of you settle into easy conversation over dessert, until Rika sits up, remembering something.

"Happy birthday, Daddy!" She pulls a card from her bag, sliding it across the table towards Kyoujurou. He's beaming, holding the crayon drawing delicately. You giggle when you spot tears in the corners of his eyes, threatening to spill.

"Thank you, Rika!"

"Wait, Mommy, I have something for you."

A pink carnation, layers of petals made of pink, frilly paper and a stem of wire wrapped in green tape. It's a little rough around the edges, but you can tell it was made with love. God, now you feel like a fool for making fun of Kyoujurou's tears.

"C'mon, my girl. Let's wash up the dishes. You'll be on towel duty!" Rika salutes, and they march off to the kitchen.

You resolve to having to change Rika's clothing again, as her father flicks soap bubbles onto her and she retaliates by using a spoon to divert the water from the faucet onto his shirt. Smart girl.

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An hour of cartoons later, Rika is snoozing on Kyou's lap. You stick Kyoujurou's gift to the fridge with magnets, and place your carnation into a small glass bottle on top of your vanity.

"My daughter is the cutest thing in the entire world." Kyoujurou coos, tucking her under plush covers. As quietly as possible, you close the door behind you.

"Let's go take a shower." Kyoujurou whispers, and you arch an eyebrow.

"What if she wakes up?"

"If she's guaranteed to inherit one thing from me, it would be how I sleep like a log." He chuckles. As if to prove his point, you hear cute little snores from her room. "See?"

Hurrying into the bathroom, you feel like a hormonal teenager all over again. When was the last time the two of you had sex? Kyoujurou is by no means neglectful, but working as a teacher is hard. Pent-up stress and tension has built up in your body, and you're aching for a release.

As Kyoujurou strips, you admire his broad back, well-toned with defined muscle, and the shallow divot that runs down to his tailbone. Warmth worms your way into your core, awakening a tingle within you.

He must have felt the weight of your gaze on him, as he turns around and spots you staring. He huffs and grins, the barest hint of a blush blooming on his cheeks.

Your shower is barely large enough to accommodate two, but thankfully, Kyoujurou enjoys the same temperature as you. The hot water beats down on your back, and you can’t help but moan as the heat works its way into your aching muscles.

“Massage my back?” Kyoujurou asks, turning to the showerhead to rinse the soap from his hair. You gladly do so, running your hands up his slippery skin, feeling a shiver roll down his spine. Digging your thumbs into the base of his neck and rubbing circles until you feel the tension dissipate from his shoulders allows you to marvel at his physique. Every shift of his body grants you a ripple of tough muscle to gawk at. After taking your time on his lats, you slide your hands lower. Just the slightest pressure from your fingers makes Kyoujurou arch his back. He hums, turning to capture your lips in a deep kiss.

“Thank you, my love.” His eyes have a hint of hunger in them, and you can feel heat that isn’t from the steam rising in your body. One of his hands comb back the hair from your face, while the other skims down to knead the flesh on your rear. The slightest brush of his body against yours hardens your nipples, and you gasp when he brushes a thumb across one of them.

“Let me return the favour.” Kyoujurou lifts you onto the bathroom counter, the cool marble a deep contrast to your hot skin. Slowly, he kisses the sweet spots he knows so well on your neck, playing with your chest until you begin to heave in anticipation. You feel light-headed, in the consuming embrace of your husband, content to stay that way until the ache in your pussy grows too strong to be left unattended. His wandering hands clutch the soft curves of your hips.

“You’re gorgeous, beautiful, stunning.” He kneels on the floor, lifting your legs over his shoulders and leaving red spots as he sucks and bites down to the growing wetness between them. Two fingers come to coax your slick from between your folds, Kyoujurou admires the glisten of your swollen cunt before he finally flicks his tongue out to toy with your clit. The pleasure halts your breath, and you savour the sensations of his hot breath and tongue, building and building. You can’t help but run a hand through his wet hair, rake your fingers across his scalp which earns you an eager groan.

Kyou pulls back with a gasp, licking the remainder of your wetness from his lips. He helps you down from the counter and wraps you with a towel, ushering you out of the bathroom and into your bedroom.

“Sit back.” You crawl onto the bed and push him down into the soft pillows. His beautiful cock bobs between his legs, twitching when you lick down his shaft. You spit onto his head, a hand spreading your saliva down until it drips onto his heavy balls. With slow, deliberate strokes, you suck his balls, keening under the low moans and sighs of your lover. Kyoujurou’s hard cock in your gentle grip, the heady scent of his precum… It feels so good to have him all to yourself for once, to have him be pleasured by your touch, straining to hold himself back from thrusting his hips upward. With a hand still on his length, you take the tip of his cock into your mouth, swirling your tongue as you inch your way down his thickness.

“Wait- ah, fuck!” Kyou whines, digging his fingers into your shoulder. “Feels...too good.”

You lean back, a thin string of spit between your lips and his cock beading onto the bedding. Kyoujurou lies on his side behind you, holding your thigh up with one arm and propping himself up with the other. He drags his length between your slippery folds before positioning at your entrance. Easing himself in, you feel him shudder and grunt. Every inch sliding in, warming you up from the inside, filling you. Gentle until he bumps against your cervix, fully sheathed within you.

“Love, you feel so good…”

“Kyou…” You whimper, clenching around the ample size of his meaty cock. “Please?”

Gingerly, he thrusts his hips upwards, at an angle such that his full length rubs against your g-spot, again when he pulls back. You busy yourself with fingering your clit. The pressure builds back up again, growing, growing. Your moans are breathy, mingling with gasps of his name. Kyoujurou licks the shell of your ear, nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. It’s gentle, needy.

“I’m...gonna…” You stutter, and Kyoujurou goes the slightest bit faster, pressing into you enough to tip you over the edge. He continues through your climax, until you’re left a trembling mess in his arms. With ease, he flips you over onto your back and slides himself in again. He kisses you, tongue and warm breath consuming you entirely, muffling both of your moans of pleasure.

Gradually picking up pace, you encourage him by holding him closer, wrapping your weak legs around his torso. Whispers of your name, so tender from his mouth, spoken like a prayer into your ear. The room’s filled with noise from just the two of you- the rhythmic, wet noise of your sex mixed in with moans and sighs.

��Inside, please.” Kyoujurou’s breath ghosts over your collarbone, the steady pace of his hips meeting yours growing more erratic, desperate. With a stutter of his hips, he finishes, resting against you for a few silent moments like a blanket.

“Thank you, my love.” Kyoujurou spoons you again, stroking the silhouette of your body. “Happy Mother’s Day. Thank you so, so much for granting me this happiness.”

“It’s not Mother’s Day anymore, Kyou. But happy belated birthday, love.” You giggle, planting a tender kiss on his lips. “It’s 12.04am.”

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LETTERS FROM AN AMERICAN

May 10, 2021

Heather Cox Richardson

A poll today by the Associated Press (AP) and the National Opinion Research Center (NORC) shows that President Joe Biden’s administration is gaining positive traction. Sixty-three percent of Americans approve of how he is handling his job as president. Seventy-one percent approve of how he is handling the coronavirus pandemic; 62% percent approve of how he is handling health care. Fifty-seven percent approve of how he is handling the economy; 54% approve of how he is handling foreign affairs.

Fifty-four percent of Americans think the country is going in the right direction. This is the highest number since 2017, but it is split by party: 84% of Democrats like the country’s direction, while only 20% of Republicans do.

Biden’s weak spots are in immigration, where 43% approve and 54% disapprove, and gun policy, where 48% approve and 49% disapprove.

And yet, Biden’s people have been working to address the influx of migrant children; White House Secretary Jen Psaki noted last week that “At the end of March, there were more than 5,000 children in Customs and Border Protection Patrol stations. Today, that number is approximately 600…. The amount of time children spend in CBP facilities is down by 75 percent — from 131 hours at the end of March to under 30 hours now.”

The administration has backed that short-term work with a long-term initiative. Last week, Vice President Kamala Harris met virtually with Mexican President Andrés Manuel López Obrador, the leader of the left of center populist nationalist coalition party MORENA, to talk about finding ways to promote economic development to address the root causes prompting the flight of refugees from Guatemala, Honduras, El Salvador and southern Mexico. They also talked about working together to protect human rights and dismantle the criminal networks that smuggle migrants. She will travel to Guatemala and Mexico in June, where she will meet with their leaders.

Disapproval of Biden’s gun policies might well reflect a desire for a stronger stance. In April, a Morning Consult/Politico poll showed that 64% of registered voters supported stricter gun control laws. We have had an average of ten mass shootings a week in 2021, 194 in all. (A mass shooting is one in which four people are killed or wounded.)

This week, Biden will be meeting with bipartisan groups of leaders, including Representative Kevin McCarthy (R-CA) and Senator Mitch McConnell (R-KY), to begin to hammer out an infrastructure measure based on his American Jobs Plan. He will also meet with Senators John Barrasso (R-WY), Roy Blunt (R-MO), Mike Crapo (R-ID), Pat Toomey (R-PA), Roger Wicker (R-MS), and Shelley Moore Capito (R-WV), who have proposed their own $568 billion proposal without corporate tax hikes.

As the good news from the administration is starting to filter into the media, bad news from the Trump wing of the Republican Party is also starting to get traction. On Saturday, we learned that at retreats in March and April, staff for the National Republican Congressional Committee refused to tell lawmakers how badly Trump is polling in core battleground districts, where 54% see Biden favorably while only 41% still favor Trump. Vice President Kamala Harris, the $1.9 trillion American Rescue Plan, and the $2.3 trillion American Jobs Plan are all more popular in those districts than the former president.

Indeed, it is more than a little odd that party leaders are bending over backward to tie their party to a former president who, after all, never broke 50% favorability ratings—the first time in polling history that had happened—and who lost both the White House and Congress.

Another set of data from Catalist, a voter database company in Washington, D.C., shows that the 2020 election was the most diverse ever, with Latino and Asian voters turning out in bigger numbers than ever before. Black voting increased substantially, while Asian-American and Pacific Islander voters had a decisive increase in turnout. The electorate was 72% white, down 2% from 2016 and 5% from 2008. Thirty-nine percent of Biden-Harris voters were people of color (61% were white); only 15% of Trump-Pence voters were POC (85% were white).

This demographic trend is behind the new voter suppression bills in Republican states. But the racial breakdown of the 2020 vote is not the only problem for the current Republican Party. The biggest turnout gains in 2020 were among young voters, 18 to 40 years old, who now make up 31% of voters, while those over 55 have dropped to only 44% of the electorate. Younger voters skew heavily toward the Democrats. Also notable was that women break heavily toward Democrats by a 10 point gap—79% of women of color support Democrats; 58% of white women voted for Biden-Harris—and women make up 54% of the electorate overall.

News out of the private “recount” in Arizona by Cyber Ninjas, a company without experience in election recounts and whose owner has already gone on record as believing that rigged voting machines in Arizona cost Trump victory, continues to be embarrassing as well. Although the Maricopa County Board of Supervisors, which has a Republican majority, said the count was fair and opposed a recount, sixteen Republicans in the state senate voted to give the ballots for Maricopa County, which includes Phoenix, to the company for a private recount. The count has been plagued by conspiracy theories—one observer claimed they are examining the ballots for signs of bamboo in the paper to show that tens of thousands of ballots were flown in from Asia—and it turned out that one of the people recounting the ballots had been at the January 6 riot at the Capitol. Now the “recount” is running so far behind it appears it won’t be done until August, rather than May 14 as the company promised.

State senator Paul Boyer, who voted for the “audit,” told New York Times reporter Michael Wines: “It makes us look like idiots…. Looking back, I didn’t think it would be this ridiculous. It’s embarrassing to be a state senator at this point.”

And then, this morning, the Washington Post dropped a long, investigative story by reporters Emma Brown, Aaron C. Davis, Jon Swaine, and Josh Dawsey revealing that the arguments former president Trump has grabbed to “prove” the election was stolen from him were part of a long conspiracy theory hatched in 2018 by Russell J. Ramsland, Jr., “a Republican businessman who has sold everything from Tex-Mex food in London to a wellness technology that beams light into the human bloodstream.” The story follows how Ramsland’s theories, which were debunked as “bat-s**t insane” by White House lawyers, got pumped into the media by Representative Louie Gohmert (R-TX) and Trump’s lawyer Rudy Giuliani, among others, and how Trump came to embrace them.

While Republican leaders are still standing behind those theories, and the former president, opponents of the party’s direction are pushing back not just against Trump but also against those leaders supporting him. Representative Adam Kinzinger (R-IL) tweeted this morning: “A few days before Jan 6, our GOP members had a conference call. I told Kevin [McCarthy] that his words and our party’s actions would lead to violence on January 6th. Kevin dismissively responded with ‘ok Adam, operator next question.’ And we got violence.”

Representative Liz Cheney (R-WY) has narrated a video distributed by the Republican Accountability Project recalling the violence of January 6, blaming Trump for spreading lies about the election, and reminding viewers that more than 60 lawsuits disproved his claims that the election was stolen. The video says “we are the party of Lincoln. We are not the party of QAnon” (showing an image of Jacob Chansley, the so-called “QAnon Shaman,” who wore a horned headdress during the Capitol insurrection) “or white supremacy” (showing an image of Fox News Channel personality Tucker Carlson). “We cannot embrace insurrection” (showing a picture of Georgia Republican Representative Marjorie Taylor Greene). “President Trump provoked an attack on the United States Capitol which resulted in five people dying. That is a person who does not have a role as a leader of our party going forward.” The video features an image of McCarthy standing with Trump. Cheney made it clear she was not about to shut up.

This afternoon, McCarthy released a statement calling for Cheney’s ouster as conference chair, featuring the line: “[u]nlike the left, we embrace free thought and debate.” (References to George Orwell, who famously wrote about how fascists used language to rewrite history, were all over Twitter.) McCarthy and other Trump loyalists have suggested that Cheney needs to go because she keeps talking about the past, but Allan Smith of NBC News points out that Trump himself seems to be the one who cannot stop talking about the past.

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When Did Socks Become a Thing?

You may have noticed that women basic socks aren’t what they used to be. Think back: for a long time socks were just something you used to cover your feet. Possibly black, probably ankle-height and definitely an afterthought. Socks are now an important part of your outfit at the least, the making of an outfit at most.

Socks have become an area of diplomacy and woke-signalling – the Canadian prime minister Justin Trudeau is perhaps the biggest name to use socks in this way, choosing pointedly themed ones for public occasions. Or a telling insight into a political mind: Boris Johnson was criticised recently for not washing his lucky socks, emblazoned with a ruler of the Neo-Assyrian empire King Ashurbanipal, often enough.

Socks are such a basic item that they're easy to take for granted...and leave on the floor, shove under beds, or lose to the dryer monster. (It happens to the best of us.) But socks actually deserve mad props for keeping our wiggly and sometimes stinky feet dry, warm, and free from blisters, so in honor of National Sock Day, here's a little history of how they became a thing and some guidelines on what kind to wear and when…or not.

Until the 17th century, men basic socks were called stockings, but according to Wikipedia, the modern English word sock (first recorded in 1690, btw), evolved from the Old English socc which evolved from the Latin soccus…"a lightweight shoe worn by ancient Greek and Roman comic actors." Socks are worn on our feet (mostly) and come in various lengths, fabrics, colors, patterns, and styles, depending on their intended purpose, i.e. thick wool socks for skiing, thin wool dress socks for business, and short white socks for running. But the first socks were actually made from leather or matted animal hair – called "piloi" in 8th century BC Greece. A thousand years later in the 2nd century AD, the Romans were the first ones to sew woven fabrics together and make fitted socks ("udones").

The oldest surviving socks are a red-orange pair from between 250 AD and 420 AD that were excavated from Oxyrhynchus on the Nile in Egypt. They were made with the nålebinding technique, which means "knotless netting" and uses a single thread...the precursor to modern-day knitting and crochet. And they have split toes specifically for—gasp!—wearing with sandals. (Which the ancient Romans and Greeks did more or less exclusively, so they get a pass on any fashion judgement.) Speaking of Egypt, socks were so important that alongside all of the gold and jewels, King Tut's tomb supposedly contained several pairs made from linen.

In the Middle Ages, socks were brightly-colored and started becoming more of a fashion statement. As trousers got shorter over the next few centuries, socks got longer…and more expensive. So expensive, in fact, that by the end of the first millennia, socks were actually a status symbol among the nobility, and had also become highly ornamental. #FunFact: a fancy design that's embroidered or woven on each side or the outer side of a sock beginning at the ankle is called a clock. Who knew?

As societies progressed, so did basketball function socks, and they were made from wool, silk, and cotton, depending on a person's economic class (nobles = silk; peasants = wool). Besides being a display of wealth, socks served an important utilitarian purpose since even nobles faced harsh conditions at times. (Indoor heating wasn't a thing until the 20th century, so keeping those piggies warm was essential…frostbite didn't care if someone was wealthy.) Peasants especially were exposed to the elements way more than we are today and needed to protect their feet from the wet and cold. (They also bathed less often, so if you think your teen's basketball socks are stinky, just imagine the funk of a 16th century pair.)

Socks were so critical to life that mending them—called "darning"—was a very important skill. Cold feet led to frostbite which could lead to gangrene which could lead to death, so when a sock had a hole in it, it most definitely got fixed! As early as the 12th century, the heel of a sock was the last part made, which made it easier to replace when it wore out…a very common practice. Sock owners took their maintenance seriously.

The knitting machine's arrival on the scene in 1589 was a game-changer since six pairs of football function socks could be made in the time it took to create one previously, but socks were still hand-knit alongside the machines for another couple hundred years. A tiny percentage are still made that way today. Socks were historically held up with ribbons or ties or by garters since elastic wasn't a thing yet. Until Jedediah Strut's Derby Rib machine in 1758, that is, but it was so expensive that it took almost two more centuries before more socks were held up by elastic than garters. To put it in perspective, in 1899 England, a pair of socks sold for the equivalent of $15 today…a LOT back then.

The next biggest thing to happen to socks was—drumroll please—the 1938 introduction of…nylon. The blended fabric was born, and synthetics changed the sock world, along with the rest of it. With socks now being made from recycled plastics, their evolution has come full circle in the last 80 years. The most common blends today include cotton, wool, and polyester or nylon, but socks are also made with silk, spandex, bamboo, and other fabrics.

Another big moment in the evolution of socks was globalizing production. In 2011, the Datang district of Zhuji in the Zhejiang Province of China was known as "Sock City." Why? Because it was producing 8 billion pairs of socks each year, which was a third of the world's annual total. Finding accurate sales numbers is challenging but suffice to say that BILLIONS of pairs of socks are sold each year for even more billions of dollars, the competition is fierce, and socks are almost as high-tech as electronics in some facets of their engineering.

The Rules of Socks

We've established that socks come in all kinds of fabric configurations and all kinds of styles, some of the common categories being: dress winter floor socks, athletic socks, hiking socks, ski socks, knee socks, tube socks, ankle socks, foot socks, boot socks, novelty socks, booties, slipper socks, tights, and pantyhose. There's no question that with the help of socks, shoes protect your feet from debris, disease, injury, and the elements. But sometimes, it's the outer world that needs to be protected from sweaty or smelly feet. To that end, businesses and venues with dress codes will usually tell you if socks are required (that would be yes 98% of the time). But what about when it's completely up to you? Socially and hygienically, are there times that you should always—or never—wear socks? (That would also be yes.)

Seriously, lost socks are a real and quantifiable phenomenon. But quantum physics theories aside, the average person loses 1,264 socks over his or her lifetime, so where do they GO? One clue is the way that some socks take a detour and mysteriously show up within the next couple of laundry loads. So, they weren't really lost, they were stuck in a fitted sheet, stuck to a sweater, stuck under the upper rim of the washing machine basket, or otherwise occupied for a bit. The socks that are actually lost could be under the bed, they could have fallen out of your gym bag in the locker room or landed in a gutter when you were walking, someone might have thrown a sock away because it had a hole and they didn't know how to darn it, they could be stuck to something neatly folded in a drawer somewhere, or they could actually be IN the washing machine in a hose, filter, or other part, especially if they're small, and ditto with the dryer! (Yes, really...certain models can literally eat your socks.)

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