#I am FED and my crops are WATERED
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#I am FED and my crops are WATERED#ratiorine#aventio#honkai star rail g/t#honkai star rail spoilers#honkai star rail 2.1 spoilers#the fact that Aventurine just loses his composure is LIFE#yes this is just a video recording of that one scene
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not to flex but me getting 9 secrets and all good ends in my first playthough before I ran Miranda's route has got me feeling incredibly. <3 <3 <3 for real. thank u @resident-lover team for my life!!!!!!!!! im going to spin them ALL inside the microwave plate in my head
ALSO WAS ANYONE GOING TO TELL ME HOW WONDERFUL MISS DONNA IS. OR WAS I SUPPOSED TO LEARN ABT MY SWEET BABYGIRL GF IN HERE. im sobbing. she's so baby. i love her so much.. i need to hug and kiss her 24/7. im so emeowtional???? on par w/ miranda as best most wonderful good end routes. to me. (yes i have SO much issues and i love possessive women)
OK BUT MISS MOTHER MIRANDA. oh my god. oh my absolute fucking god. this woman is sooooooooo 🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩 but what do i do? ofc i do absolutely nothing but 🤡🥰💖🫡🥰🤡✨️🫡🥰🤡💕🤡✨️💖🤡🥰🫡🫂🤡💕💕🤡🥰💕💕🥰🫡💕✨️💕💕🫡🥰🤡🫂✨️🫡💕🤡💕🤡🥰🥰🤡🥰💖💕🥰😔🥰🥰✨️🤡🥰✨️🥰💖🥰💕 @ her. sorry not sorry but i love women's wrongs. and she's also SUCH a mean little bird????? she's MY mean little bird (real) AND SHE'S MY [REDACTED] 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰. loving her NOW and ALWAYS and FOREVER
#resident lover#the entire game is soooo. <3. to me#ONCE AGAIN THANK YOU#lee plays games#resident lover spoilers#i havent slept any hours since i started playing this on my phone at 8 pm nov 15 and its now 5 pm nov 16.#am i tired? absoutely. BUT I AM SO FED. i am so blessed. my crops are watered and my skin is cleared#personal.txt#simp.txt
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My crow journal grows more and more powerful thank you @captainbobbin for my wife....
#dragon quest#sylvia#sylvando#sylvando dq11#i love this guy#dq11#thank you captainbobbin for this meal i am fed and my crops are watered
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very vague and vindictive spoilers for GO below but I don't want it in any tags so
having only seen spoilers out of context, I don't have a fucking clue what the larger context of that kiss is, but neil really said this is a hostile environment for nuance haters and I am THRIVING on it
like y'all needed further confirmation that they're in love? you're gonna get it in the absolute most UPSETTING way possible.
anyway I will in fact be watching the season and then checking out the takes with my popcorn like
#my crops are watered my cows are fed my skin is clear#incredible decisions made here absolutely no notes#win for average nuance enjoyer. and also anyone who understands how story works.#here's the thing: ships i start out liking? have never disappointed me in the end. because I pick them for DRAMA#I am here for the RIDE which necessitates there be A RIDE and boy does it sound like there is lmao#all I do is win no matter what etc etc#also as a holder of the unpopular opinion that heroes season 4 finale was the funniest possible way to end a show.#as much as I DO want neil to get his last season and I want to see it I will laugh if it doesn't get renewed lmfao#like I said! I win no matter what!
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Thinking about the horrors (work) again
#tomorrow begins my work week and I am not prepared#and it’s a long week + being understaffed#not thriving crops are not watered chickens are not fed
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Absolutely living for the immersion breaking flips that Grogu does, everything is reasonably seamless, the costumes and sets are good enough to suspend your disbelief, and then the little puppet does a backflip that doesn’t just break immersion, it takes it out back behind the Denny’s in the parking lot and just fucking murders it, just cuts the head right off any suspension of disbelief and leaves it on a pike right there in the middle of downtown, there is zero ability to pretend that was a real living creature and not a tiny puppet on a string, and I am THRIVING with how great it is, I came to Star Wars for ridiculous bullshit and that puppet DELIVERED, I am fed, my crops are watered, my skin is clear, I am laughing my ass off, I’m in love.
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umm how dark are u willing to go? I'm thinking abt turning to a life of prostitution and the ghoul being your first ever client and he's not very gentle about it, (plus you're scared bc he's a ghoul ffs) in fact he's very smug bc he's the first client, probably buys you for the night :) mwah xoxo
Working Girl
Pairing: Cooper Howard/The Ghoul x Sex Worker Female Reader
Word Count: 5,411
Warnings: smut (18+), sex for pay, rough sex, knife play, cannibalistic threats (he's joking...kinda), spitting, hair pulling, humiliation, rope play, dacryphilia, face and throat fucking, cum facial, some dubcon elements, soft-ish ending (I cannot help myself).
Notes: My answer to that question is "darker than this", anon. I suppose I should probably put together some sort of "wills-and-wonts" pinned post, though, honestly, there aren't many of the latter. With smut and romance content, I think it's important to keep an open mind and broaden your horizons. We are cool with sex work and sex workers in this house, by the way.
I had to let this one stew a bit to decide what direction I wanted to go with it. I'm obsessed with the idea of Cooper menacing around in New Vegas, so I hope you're alright with that. I am also obsessed with the outfits the sex workers outside the casinos wear. I went a little crazy with the length on this one, but I'm super happy with how it turned out. Hope you like it! XOXO
The uniform you'd been given for your new job was absolutely humiliating.
Sure, you looked...nice. They'd fed you, for once you'd had plenty of water, got the first chance to bathe that you'd had in weeks, maybe months. You'd even been able to wash your hair, a rare, rare thing that still had you trying to smell the silky strands as they blew by your face. Initially, you'd felt quite confident, actually; the cropped top even had sleeves, the tight black skirt and heels making your legs look quite nice, even if they were uncomfortable to walk and stand in.
However, your confidence had diminished a bit when they'd given you the black leather collar to wear around your neck, reducing to basically zero when you actually stepped outside to begin your work.
Okay, you had technically done this before, traded sex for medicine or repair work or a place to stay. Honestly, at this point, you thought you'd had more sex for trade than sex for pleasure, the latter hard to come by for someone as picky about actual dating as you. But it felt like one thing to have someone offer it in the moment, when you were truly desperate and a spur-of-the-moment decision was distastefully easy to make. This, standing along the New Vegas Strip and advertising yourself for it, felt like another. A late evening breeze blew across the road, stirring up some dust and making you shiver.
If you were honest with yourself, you got off easy. You weren't sure what the guys and girls with the chains around their bodies and their nipples exposed had done, right or wrong, to earn that uniform, but you weren't eager to find out.
There was a man across the way, leaning against the wall in the shadows outside the tram station, a lit cigarette hanging loosely from his hand. You couldn't see his face, obscured by a dingy, wide-brimmed cowboy hat, his figure hidden as well by a long, dark duster that was incredibly ratty at the ends. He'd been there a while; you weren't sure how long, but you were fairly certain he'd been checking you out. His smokes were lasting an awfully long time.
You'd been told that oftentimes johns were too nervous to initiate the transaction themselves, that you needed to be fun and flirty and try to hook them in yourself if you wanted any business. It didn't help that you, too, were nervous to initiate, but you wanted this to work out, at least for now, and no one else had been interested so far.
"Hey there, handsome. Are you looking to party?" you called out to him, waving as playfully as possible.
That got him, the burning red cherry at the end of his smoke glowing brightly for a few seconds before he tossed it to the ground, exhaling a big cloud of smoke as he stubbed it out with the toe of his boot.
"Handsome, huh? It's been a hot, hot minute since anyone called me that, darlin'." he drawled, his voice actually quite nice. His footsteps gave off a funny little jingle you couldn't place, and you calmly took him in as he approached. But then he came close enough that you could see his face, see the pits and the sunken eye sockets and the gaping hole in the middle of his face where a nose was supposed to be.
A ghoul. Holy shit, he was a ghoul.
Now, you didn't have anything against ghouls, per se, not like some people certainly seemed to. You didn't like the idea of anyone being barred from towns and outposts or harassed just because of what they were, to no fault of their own. You still gave pause at the idea of sleeping with one. Couldn't it make you sick? Didn't some ghouls eat people? Or was that just the feral ones? No, that was stupid. There were people who ate people in this world. Of course a ghoul could possibly eat you.
"Busy the rest of the night?" he asked as if it were automatically the response he'd receive.
You tried your best to giggle playfully, desperate to no longer have to stand outside and solicit for a while, even if it meant your first trick was a doozy.
"Not if you've got the caps." you replied, clenching your shaking hands behind your back.
"Oh, I've got 'em, sweetheart. So." he asked, looking you blatantly up and down. "Are we gonna party or what?"
The two of you made your way into the casino, the bright lights throwing intriguing shadows across your new friend's gaunt face. You left him at the front desk and told him where could meet you after he relinquished all of his weapons, including the big gun strapped to his back. You'd be happy to see that go.
After you left him, you went to the back to check in and described the john you were going back with. When you said he was a ghoul, you expected some sort of reaction or concern, but all the older woman behind the counter did was produce a Rad-X from a half-empty bottle and push it across the counter at you along with a room key.
"Room three. He paid for the night." she said flatly, barely looking your way. "You're gonna wanna take that now, not later."
You picked it up and turned to walk towards the back rooms where the dates happened. You were a little floored he'd paid for that much time; you'd been anticipating an hour, maybe two. But all night? Did turning into a ghoul give you some sort of super stamina? Or did he have other plans for you?
As you passed by the doorway to the gambling floor, you could see him still standing at the counter emptying his pockets.
Just how many weapons did one person need?
Hesitating a moment, you waited to catch his eye, holding up your hand and flashing him three fingers. He gave you a slight nod, and you continued on, unlocking the third door down the adjacent, isolated hall. The rooms weren't much but the basics; a dingy but functional bed, a chair and side table with a jug of water and a few glasses in the corner. A lamp with a stained shade. A clock to keep track of the time. That was about it. You poured yourself a small glass of water from the jug and swallowed the Rad-X down, a bitter taste coating the inside of your mouth. Pulling a face, you took a fidgety seat at the foot of the bed to wait for your companion for the night to arrive, leaving your uncomfortable heels on.
Don't take off the shoes before the john gets in there, you'd been told. Some guys like to take everything off themselves.
You were pulled from your ruminations by the sound of the door creaking open, making you startle ever-so-slightly as he entered.
The people at the front desk had almost certainly offered to take his hat and coat, but it seemed he had declined. Maybe he had some particular personal attachment to them, you thought as he shucked the dirty duster, hanging it by the door. The hat remained on as he turned and appraised you, sitting straight on the bed, your hands daintily in your lap. He still wore a few layers, but you took comfort in knowing that he'd had his pockets emptied. They'd let him keep the lasso he'd been wearing, though, and you eyed it cautiously as it hung from his hip.
The ghoul didn't say anything to you as he crossed the room, pouring himself a tall glass of water and sitting in the chair, drinking it down as he stared at you. That sent you squirming ever so slightly, uncertain of how you were supposed to react.
"So, how long have you been in town?" you asked, eager to fill the silence. He didn't answer for an unsettlingly long time, finishing the first glass of water and pouring another.
"Long enough. Just blowing through." he replied, brim over his eyes and glass over his mouth.
"Ah." you responded, unsure what else to say to that. Things were quiet again for a long time, several minutes passing as you watched him dig an inhaler out of his pocket and take a long drag. You weren't sure what it was; you'd recognize a Jet container. Lots of people used it.
"I was surprised you wanted me for the whole night." you confessed.
"That right?" he responded. "Not in this line of work long, eh?"
"Oh. Uh, I guess." you replied, taken aback by that. "It's just that all night's a long time."
You were trying to make your voice as sweet and seductive as possible, despite the tingle of worry creeping up your spine.
"It sure is." he replied, a glint in his eye that you couldn't read. It frightened you a little, but you told yourself you were overreacting. Another few minutes passed by, another puff of the inhaler, before he raised his hand, still wearing those thick gloves, and beckoned you over. You stood, somewhat shakily walked over to stand in front of him as he sat reclined in the chair, and waited for him to direct you.
"Alright," he said, voice calm as ever as he suddenly produced a long, slender blade from...somewhere. "let's get that outfit off."
This, of course, sent you screaming, turning quickly to flee towards the door. However, he quickly appeared behind you, a hand moving to cover your mouth with one of those filthy gloves as he yanked you back into his chest, making you stumble in those awful shoes. The smell of leather and gunpowder washed over you.
"Jesus Christ." he said, mild annoyance in his tone as he held you almost effortlessly with the one arm. "If you're already screamin' like this when we ain't even had any fun, maybe you ain't cut out for this, baby doll. Never seen a knife before?"
Your hollering choked down into a little cry as the strange-smelling glove muffled you, as you took in what he said. You desperately didn't want to fuck up this job on your literal first night, didn't want to lose a chance to have some stability, a roof over your head. But you couldn't stop the way your brain screamed at you to run. He brought the blade back up to your eye level, turning it to and fro, as if to show it off to you, the small silver blade glinting dangerously in the lamplight.
"You aren't supposed to have that." you whimpered between his fingers, trembling.
"Lotsa people do things they aren't supposed to in this world." was his reply as he slid the blade directly between your breasts, slicing through the crop top from hem to collar. You swore you felt the blade swipe your skin, and it made you gasp in fear, but when you looked, the skin was untouched.
His hands made quick work of the button and zipper of your skirt, dropping it around you feet and leaving you standing before him in nothing but your underwear and your uncomfortable shoes, your heart clamoring in your rib cage.
Looking you up and down once more, he stepped back and took in the whole scene before slinking back down into the chair in the corner, his hands moving down to undo his own belt and fly. He paused, however, to invite you forward again, urging you to close the few foot distance between you. You moved as instructed, still shaken as you stood a foot or so in front of him.
"Kneel."
Carefully, you lowered yourself down onto the scuffed old floor, cool against your bare knees as you looked up at him.
From this angle, it was much easier to see his whole face, including his eyes, and they were gorgeous. You hadn't noticed before, between the nerves and the hat, that they were like pools of dark honey. They distracted you so much that you missed him actually tugging his cock free. When you looked down at it, you were pleasantly surprised at how normal it looked, save for the radiation-roughened texture of the skin. Save for that, all the normal parts were there in normal quantities. You let out a very soft sigh of relief.
"Well, go on." he said, brandishing the thing at you like a weapon. "If you're gonna be a whore, you gotta act like one."
You could feel yourself pouting at his statement, and you hated it, hated the way his words rang through your brain, but you felt some ease at finally getting into something you had experience with, at least. Promptly crawling forward the last foot or so, you let yourself sit a tad more comfortably, leaning forward and reaching out to wrap your fingers around him.
"Uh-uh." he corrected, stopping you in your tracks. "If you're any good at it, you shouldn't need your hands."
This gave you some pause, scanning him over as your palms came to rest on the bit of exposed chair between his legs. Slowly, you leaned forward and dragged your tongue along the underside of his erection, sending it twitching at the contact. The man sitting before you hummed in approval, fully reclining against the back of the chair to watch you closely as you cocked your head somewhat awkwardly to allow your lips to wrap around the tip. He tasted differently than you were accustomed to, you thought as you began to let your head bob up and down on the first few inches of him, your tongue running along the leaking slit; there was an almost metallic aftertaste to him, like licking a cap.
"There you go." he praised lowly as you slid down to take as much of him as you comfortably could, his right hand coming to softly fist in your hair. The movement made you vaguely suspicious, and rightly so, as a few moments later, his other hand joined the first, and together they held your head in place, his hips pistoning up to fuck your face. You tolerated it well, only gagging at the last few thrusts when it seemed he was trying to push deeper and deeper. When you did, the sensation made him pull your head back, his saliva-coated cock laying against his leather-clad stomach as he appraised you, his eyes largely obscured again, drool all over your lips and chin.
"Let's move over to the bed, shall we?" he said, already standing by the time he finished.
Awkwardly, you attempted to right yourself out of your kneeling posture, but before you could even try, he stooped and grabbed you around the waist, tossing you over his shoulder like you weighed absolutely nothing. He was so strong and it made you blush as an indignant sound left you.
"Hey!" you let out before you could stop yourself. You weren't supposed to complain, but it felt like he was almost antagonizing you.
"Allow me." he replied, shooting you a look over his shoulder.
He dropped you down back onto the foot of the bed rather unceremoniously, your hair falling in your face and eyes; when you moved it away again, the switchblade was back in his hand, and you screamed again, unable to stop yourself.
"Keep it comin', sweetheart. I doubt anyone's rushing in here to help you. Honestly, I think they'd respond quicker if you quit screamin' for too long." he said, mocking.
"Quit scaring me and I'll quit screaming!" you shot back, righting yourself so that you were at least properly sitting upright.
"Boy, you sure do love to run that filthy little cocksucking mouth of yours, don'tcha?" he sneered, grabbing your hair again and yanking you close. "Pretty sure I'm payin' you to put out, not to bitch."
The blade traced back down your cleavage to dig into the waistband of your black bra, quickly slicing through it as well and sending your breasts popping out, the now damaged garment hanging uselessly from your arms. The ghoul insistently urged you down onto your back by your hair, and you followed, your legs dangling over the foot of the bed past your knee. For a moment, he simply looked at you.
"Open your mouth." he demanded, leaning over you.
You did as you were told, the command not unusual, but then he puckered his lips and let a rather large gob of spit fall onto your tongue, sending you gagging and scrambling to sit up.
"Nope. Swallow it." he said, maintaining that painful grip against your scalp, keeping you on your back. "You need to remember where your place is right about now, girlie."
Incensed, you hesitated a moment before forcing yourself to do as he told you. Your face was burning bright red with humiliation. He was still leaning over you, bringing the sharp edge close to your skin again. You steeled yourself, calling his bluff despite how dangerous that felt, trying your best to keep your eyes on his, challenging him as he traced the point across your flesh.
"Such pretty, smooth skin." he muttered, watching your reaction closely. "Looks good enough to slice a piece off and eat..."
As he spoke, he let the sharpened edge dig fully into the side of your breast, and you let out a whimper, your stomach rolling at the feeling, at his words. You were certain he was about to really hurt you.
However, he stopped after a moment, pulling the thing away to reveal nothing more than a thin red dash the length of the blade. A kitten scratch. A joke. You looked to him rather incredulously, and he rolled his eyes, folding the edge back into its handle, showing you that it was fully closed before tossing it across the room, landing with a thud in the chair.
"Since you're so afraid of it." he taunted, putting his hands on your hips to flip you onto your stomach. "Hands and knees. Face down."
A frustrated huff escaped you at this newest little jape as you pulled yourself up into the proper position, watching him out of the corner of your eye, your face buried in the musty mattress. It was hard to focus your vision like this, but you watched him move up towards the head of the bed until you couldn't see him anymore. There was a sound you couldn't put your finger on, quick and quiet, but by the time you could even hazard a guess at what it was, he'd seized your right arm by the wrist and was wrapping the rope he'd been carrying around it, finishing it off with a knot. This was enough for you to risk a quick glimpse in his direction, only to see that he'd used the lasso to tie your arm to the head of the bed. Your heart raced as he gave the knot at the headboard a yank before disappearing behind you, tugging your collar loose and dropping it on the floor.
He left the heels on.
"It's funny that these fancy casinos think all these dirtbags and desert rats'll come in here and just give up every weapon they have willingly. That's not how things work out there, and it's still not how they work in here, no matter how much they pretend it is." he mused, his voice making it seem almost as if he were talking to himself and not you. His still-gloved hand petted at the round globe of your ass.
Now you were annoyed. Why was he fucking with you like this?
"Are you a dirtbag or a desert rat?" you muttered into the sheets, jumping when he suddenly grabbed you by your hair again in response, holding you tight in his grip as he forced you to look at him.
"I'm the first thing, darlin'. It'll be good for you to learn the difference." he said, actually smirking at you, at the pained look on your face as the feeling once more burned in your scalp, one of his hands slowly moving up the back of your thigh to stroke your mound over your underwear. Quickly, he pushed them aside, his longest finger tracing up and down your embarrassingly wet slit, and you bit your lips hard to muffle the moan you wanted to let out.
Soon, he was working that finger inside you, then another, and another, all in quick succession; this wasn't about making you feel good, it was about making sure you could take him properly. You could feel the head of his cock nudging against your bare ass cheek, leaking and throbbing. He was eager, no matter how cool and calm he seemed to be.
"Spread your legs more." he mumbled, knee pushing at your right leg to "help" you open yourself wider for him. You did as much as possible, feeling like you could fall at any moment. However, you tensed again when you felt the tip of him slip through your folds, collecting some of the wetness there before sliding down to press at your entrance. You held your breath.
It burned when he pushed inside, though whether that was because of the rough texture of his skin or because you weren't completely prepared, you didn't know. He didn't give you much time to adjust to his size, simply bracing one knee against the mattress as he began to fuck you. The sound of flesh slapping flesh filled the room, his blunt cock head slamming painfully against your cervix.
At one point, he shifted himself higher over you, seeking a way to be deeper inside. The change in angle caused the slick head of his cock to slip out of you for a moment, pressing against your taut asshole for just a split second, but it was enough to make you panic, squirming wildly beneath him. Pure fear shot up your spine. He only laughed sardonically, tugging your hair to make you look over your shoulder at him.
"You're lucky I ain't real mean, sweetheart." he murmured, slamming his cock back into your leaking, sore cunt. The way it hit hard against your already tender cervix made you whimper, but you were glad he didn't do what you'd thought he was gonna do. It was upsetting you that you weren't more upset, frankly. The whole thing made you wanna be sick, especially the part where you were insanely close to orgasm suddenly.
"The funniest part of all this is that you're still gettin' off on it." he called you out as if he could read your mind.
You desperately shook your head, silent tears beginning to run down your cheeks and tickle onto your chin. You weren't enjoying this, weren't enjoying the rough way he was using you. You certainly weren't enjoying those strangely captivating eyes pinning you as he held you down.
"Please." he scolded. "It's one thing to be a whore. It's another thing to be a liar."
That actually managed to draw an embarrassing little sniffle from you; not his taunts, but the fact that you were fluttering so enthusiastically around him at his words. The man on top of you tilted his head again at this, watching you teeter on the edge of something terribly amazing.
"Poor pretty thing." he cooed with fake sympathy, rubbing away an errant tear with his thumb. Your neck ached at the angle he was holding it at. "Open."
You obeyed, and he spat in your mouth again. It actually didn't have much taste, and you swallowed with no complaint, your brain foggy from the rough way he was fucking you. The feeling of humiliation was still there, creeping hot up your back, but it also made you clench hard around him.
"Fuck." he snarled, suddenly pulling back from you, standing beside the bed again, one hand jerking himself as he grabbed you up onto your knees once more, his fist in your hair as he rubbed and slapped his throbbing cock against your face.
"Open your fuckin' mouth." he growled, pushing himself as far back down your throat as he could go as soon as you did, both hands cupping the back of your head as he skull-fucked you with wild abandon. Your hands braced on his hips, your efforts to blunt his thrusts futile. You gagged and choked and drooled as he used your throat; embarrassingly, one of your hands appeared on your swollen, aching clit, rubbing it in tight circles as he began to throb.
"Shit, girlie, you're gonna make me cum." he panted, pulling himself back from you, leaving you sputtering for air as he resumed rubbing his cockhead on your lips and cheeks. His eyes were burning into yours. "Better keep your mouth closed."
You clenched your lips between your teeth just as the first jet of his release hit your cheek, much thicker and hotter than you'd anticipated, another and then another, seemingly an endless amount covering your entire lower face, dribbling from your lips and chin as he groaned and growled his way through it. Your hand was still rubbing furiously between your legs, and he must've noticed, slipping his fingers down in place of yours and rubbing those same circles, his rough touch just what you needed to fall over the edge as well, moaning loudly as your whole body seized.
Everything was eerily quiet and calm as you both let your breathing settle, one hand supporting his weight against the wall by the head of the bed for a moment, his eyes hidden by the hat once more. Surprisingly, he undid the knot at the headboard, then the one around your wrist, tossing the rope down onto the floor next to the bed as he went rummaging around in his pockets. You noticed that he was tucked back away into his pants. Suddenly, a dingy handkerchief was pressed into your palm; it took you a moment to realize that he intended for you to clean the mess from your face with it.
You set to it, the incredibly thick, almost gelatinous substance difficult to wipe away with the thin square of cloth, but you managed to make it happen. Mostly. As you tidied yourself, he pulled the inhaler from one pocket and a rumpled pack of cigarettes from another, taking a puff and jamming a cig between his thin, cracked lips. He paused to hold the pack out to you, and you shook your head.
"You can take a break, kid. We've got all night." he said, lighting the smoke and sitting down on the edge of the bed.
You supposed he was right; you were absolutely exhausted physically after that whole ordeal, and it was his time. If he was alright with you resting some, you'd rest some. Carefully, you crawled up and laid your head on one of the pillows, your side against his back as he sat there, smoking and righting his clothes. In the back of your head, a little bug nagged at you.
"How did you know?" you asked, voice almost timid.
"Hmm?" he replied, his focus seemingly on re-winding the lasso.
"How did you know that, uh, tonight's my first night on the job?"
This got him to turn to you, a mischievous, but not unkind gleam in his gaze.
"I watched you for a while. Just got off the tram when you came outside, wanted a smoke. Noticed you. Couldn't not notice you. You looked like a nervous little bunny out there, just waitin' for a hawk to come and snatch you up."
"So you decided to be the hawk?"
"Yep."
You were both quiet again at this, the perfectly coiled rope now sitting near your feet. Outside, you could hear the clinking of glasses, the drunken laughter of gamblers and bar patrons. Your eyelids were so heavy.
You'd sort of assumed that you would want to cry yourself to sleep after what you'd been through, between the roller coaster of emotions and the general humiliation of it all; oddly enough, you didn't. Instead, you drifted off into a brief, fitful rest, dreaming of disgusting leather gloves and radiation-pillaged skin.
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The Strip at twilight was quite the sight, the neon and bright colors washed mute by the early morning hues. It would be nice to stop and admire if you weren't so desperate to get out of town.
As much as you were loathe to admit it, the ghoul you'd been with the night before was right; you absolutely weren't cut out for this. You'd hated every single second of trying to entice people to pay you for sex, the way people had looked and leered at you as they'd gone by. Besides, your employers gave you the impression that they didn't have your best interest at heart. They also gave you the creeps.
And if anyone in the future wanted to go further than he had, you now knew you wouldn't be able to handle it. Though, you'd be lying if you said that you hadn't learned some things about yourself.
An unidentifiable feeling passed over you as you thought of him.
You'd awoken, shocked you'd managed to sleep at all, with quite the start, eyes frantically jumping to the clock to find that only about half an hour had passed. To your genuine surprise, the ghoul was gone, several hours still left in the time he'd paid for. The jug of water on the table was empty. You'd waited dutifully, naked on the bed, for the remainder of his time slot. You'd even kept the heels on. At first, you'd wondered if he'd maybe gone to the bar for a drink. But after another hour passed, you were fairly certain he wasn't coming back. Despite yourself, you were strangely disappointed.
At the end of his paid time, the end of your shift, you checked back in at the desk, collected your pay, and immediately went upstairs to collect your things.
Your meager possessions were few enough to fit into a little drawstring; you'd cast a quick glimpse at the destroyed shirt the man had cut off of you, crumpled on the floor with the rest of your uniform after you'd changed back into your dingy street clothes, before tucking it away into the bag. You weren't sure why. After that, you'd tucked the bag up inside your jacket, calmly walked outside for a "smoke", and kept walking until you made it outside the walls of Freeside, feeling like there were eyes on you the whole way. It was only once you were past the border of the junk fences that you allowed yourself to pause and take a shaky breath.
"You made the right choice." came a familiar drawl from behind you.
The voice startled you, already on edge as you worried about being followed from the casino, sending you freezing in the middle of the decaying road. Through the dusty haze, you could make out his hat and coat, emerging from behind a barricade of concrete, smoke in hand. The big gun was back in its place, slung loosely across his broad shoulders.
"You scared me." you hissed, your hand resting on your flying heart.
He tilted his head at you, those hauntingly beautiful eyes scanning you. He gave a shrug, which was very apparently not an apology.
"Where you headed?" he asked.
"I dunno." you confessed flatly, trying your best to not fidget in place. "Not here."
He took a long, long drag off of his smoke before dropping it into the dirt, stubbing it out with the toe of his boot before looking up at you underneath the brim of that accursed hat. Everything felt very familiar, all of the sudden. Another transaction waiting to happen.
"Quite the coincidence. I'm also headed 'not here'." he replied, quietly assessing you as he leaned against the barricade, lighting another cig.
You hesitated for a moment before responding, considering some things. But eventually, you replied, tone teasing:
"Looking for some company, are you?"
He smirked at you, smoldering cigarette hanging loosely between those vicious teeth.
"Sure am. Interested?"
You crossed the rest of the way over to him, standing close. The smell of leather and gunpowder washed over you once more.
"If you've got the caps, handsome."
#cooper howard#the ghoul#cooper howard smut#cooper howard x reader#cooper howard x you#fallout tv show#fallout prime#submission
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Oh boy.
#EXCUSE ME#(op. this is incredible. like- hsjdhdjdh- from the way the smoke moves to the angle which the world looks when bowsers falling to the poses#both of them do and the way everything flows so smoothly from panel to panel- the lighting the shading its all SO GOOD and also of course#the story holy shit what is happening this is one of the main things keeping my smb fixtation alive and well fed watering my crops yk#i am genuinely hooked lol. youre so awesome at this:] also i swear to god if what happens next is what i think will happen \j \pos)
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Cole fans: we have been fed this blessed day. Our boy is safe and happy and a father once more. All is right in the world. I am at peace, my crops have been watered, my acne is gone, I am thriving.
Jay fans:
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Every time you draw Scarian I am fed, my crops watered, my life prospering,, thank yoooouuu for them smooching
wink wonk ;’3
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Cai I’m screaming. You can’t hear it because it’s only at the frequency dogs can hear.
I’m??? Look at these sassy little jesters!! Their posing and outfits look so GOOD I’m dying. I love the colours you picked, I love the combo of the song lyric and the fic?.? I had legit whiplash /pos
These are perfect ;n; I love them so much!! And the arrow piercing Sun?? Cupid’s arrow for sure. Boyo fell hard and fast and he’s a little messed up about it.
I want to simultaneously eat these and stuff them in my mouth to keep them safe. I am fed, my crops are watered, my skin is clear
Thank you so much for these!,!!! I’m so glad you like my little au and I’m always so happy to see the little tag comments you leave ;u;
#ask pluck#mutuals#medieval times au#pluck my heartstrings#dca fanfic fanart#dca fanfic#fnaf fanfic#dca fandom#fnaf dca#dca fanart#dca art#fnaf daycare attendant#fnaf sun#fnaf moon#moondrop#dcau#fnaf dca au#dca au#dca x reader
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My crow journal grows more and more powerful thank you @captainbobbin for my wife....
#dragon quest#sylvia#sylvando#sylvando dq11#i love this guy#dq11#thank you captainbobbin for this meal i am fed and my crops are watered
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would everyone switching to being plant based cause ecological problems?
Plant-based diets require less land, less water, less energy, less deforestation and produce vastly lower greenhouse gas emissions. Even accounting for land that cannot be used for crops, we could comfortably feed far more people using far less resources if we were all eating plant-based. See my resource use page for an explanation on that, and the resources subpage for sources.
Keep in mind that there is no realistic scenario where this happens immediately, either. Current projections are based on current systems, but as the world transitions away from animal agriculture, we would make plant agriculture even more efficient, less damaging to soil and more sustainable. The farming of well-chosen crops directly is almost always going to be less ecologically damaging than farming animals, who require land to graze on and land to grow the vast vast quantities of crops they are fed.
All that said, there are problems that would be created through a switch to plant agriculture. Social erosion is one of them, considering how best to manage cropland so that we can re-wild less "productive" land, how we manage fertilisation and keeping out pests etc. But all of these issues are massive under our current system too, because again, farmed animals are fed vast quantities of soy, corn and wheat to get them to slaughter weight, and then you have to add on the vast tracts of (often arable, indigenous and/or deforested) land that they graze on.
Personally, I think that a plant-based agriculture system would need to include alternative proteins as well as arable crops. That could be in the form of fermented proteins which shows a lot of promise as an emerging technology, or possibly even lab grown meat if we can get rid of the animal input and make it more efficient, though I am much less convinced of that.
Either way, the overwhelming scientific consensus is that we could feed far more people, using far less land and fewer resources, if we started eating crops directly instead of feeding those crops to animals, then eating those animals. It is just an objectively more efficient way to feed our population.
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I followed you at first for the twst content and while reading through some of your posts I saw something that changed my life forever /positive
I didn’t know what OLBA was but my life has become infinitely brighter and more colourful since playing it. I was addicted from the get go (I put in 24 hours within the first two days) and bought the dlcs for Cove on the third day I had it. I would say “curse you!!” if this game hasn’t genuinely made my life better 😭 Suddenly I am excited to fail because that means I can improve; suddenly trials are to be triumphed, not suffered. I have genuinely started waking up more ready for the day than I have in years. My crops are watered, my animals are fed, my skin is clear. Life is good???
Thank you cursedcola tumblr user for being the reason I met the loml Cove Holden 🫶 I hope life sends you joy in your darkest moments, like your post about OLBA sent joy to mine 👍
Yet another has been converted to the Cove Holden coven. My friend, I replay OLBA whenever life gets me down. It’s one of the few games where I genuinely wish I could wipe my memory and experience it from the start all over again.
I hope you’re as excited to play the next in the series as I am - if you haven’t heard, go look up OL:Now and Forever. It is currently in production with the demo available for play. All the GBPatch games take place in the same universe yet each have an entirely different vibe. While OLBA is all summer fun and breezy beaches, OLNF gives vibes of late night bonfires and dancing in the rain.
There is also OLBA’s predecessor - XOXO Droplets. I played this before OLBA which enhanced my experience because of cameos, but it’s a great uplifter in terms of comedic relief and unique character development (I shall not spoil in case you want to play hehe).
Some other games that might evict the same feelings you experience from OLBA are: Sun Haven and Blooming Panic. Both a bit niche for their respective genres but very refreshing.
As a side note, there is an animated show called Bee and Puppycat which also carries similar themes and messages to OLBA…just in a more, hmm ‘pastel’ way? You should check it out if you’re interested hehe.
- COLA <3
#our life#our life beginnings & always#our life now and forever#olba#olfa#olnf#game review#game reccomendations#visual novel
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I have finished The Sunshine Court and I have so so many things to say about it but have a few of my spoiler-free takeaways:
1) firstly I would like to thank Nora for this wonderful addition to the series because @korakos I know you're on hiatus but I adore your writing style and also your ability to whip up dynamic and fleshed out characters in such an insanely short period of time
2) I feel blessed, Jean is my favorite Frenchman and reading an entire book of canon lore about him was absolutely invigorating
3) time to brag but I WAS RIGHT ABOUT SO MANY THINGS AND IN SUCH WEIRD WAYS and I'm delighted to say that I was also close but not completely correct in the rest! I have had so much of my interpretation of Jean either solidified or justified and I am beyond delighted by this and I literally gave myself a bruise from my excited flailing at one point
4) my crops have been watered I have been fed and I will bestow the blessings I have received upon anyone who cares to benefit from this (aka: anyone who enjoys any of my fandom-centric writing projects)
#the sunshine court#tsc#no spoilers tsc#aftg#all for the game#jean moreau#the foxhole court#I'm so happy you all
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I AM FED MY CROPS ARE WATERED
JP TSUM PART TWO EVENT WHATEVER THE FUCK ITS CALLED GAVE ME THE GREATEST GIFT KNOWN TO MAN.
THE ANGRIEST TREY CLOVER I HAVE EVER SEEN IN MY LIFE.
HE HAS THE EVIL SMIRK AND THE SWEAT DROP? THIS MAN IS BARELY HOLDING IT TOGETHER. HES ABOUT TO MAKE TSUM PIE. EVERY DAY WE INCH CLOSER TO THE MAN GETTING UNHINGED, GOING APESHIT, AND GOD WHAT I WOULDN’T GIVE TO SEE THAT.
PLEASE TWST LET HIM GO FERAL! LET HIM GO INSANE!!! LET HIM SWEENY TODD A BITCH!!!!!!!
#like tell me how this is a more compelling sprite than the riddle ob scream#you know the one ryota suzuki put his whole ussy into#I know the emotions and the contexts are different and that trey was more concerned during the riddle ob but still#Homie was basically a frowning standing man emoji with hand in pocket it was kinda funnyt#Anyways that aside I want trey to lose it#trey clover#disney twst#twst trey#twst#disney twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland
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