#I think I overdid it a little with the effects

[retrofightingrobot]

Gemineye

[duckydrawsart]

Daryl from Zero Effect 📼

[garoujo]

・✶ ｡ﾟhanma loves it when you’re putting on a show for him in his club.

♱ warnings — f!reader, exhibitionism [ur both in the vip booth of his club], alcohol + smoking, possessiveness on shuji’s part, reader’s wearing a dress, a bit of teasing between you both. / note. fuuuuck ! i’ve missed him so much <3 i’m so in love !!!

you feel warm underneath the lights in the club, amongst the other bodies on the dance floor as you lose yourself in the intoxicating thump of the bass — air crawling over your shoulders with every sinful sway of your body.

you’re well aware people are keeping their distance from you deliberately, maybe it’s the intimidating men that he’s put on standby to watch you — it is his club afterall — his property, and so are you. maybe it’s because the last guy that tried to get a little too close ended up out on the streets with a bloody nose before he even had the chance to tell you you looked pretty.

every twist and pull of your hips in intoxicating, and hanma knows that you know that when your eyes meets his lidded amber gaze from over the rim of his whiskey glass.

hes exactly where you left him, sat back along the couch in the vip booth with a perfect view of you, just how he liked it. it’s annoying how handsome he looks, he’s opted for his glasses tonight over his contacts — crystal frames as his black and blonde curls frame his face. his dress shirt is dark but complimentary, sleeves rolled up to his elbows and slacks that fit his long legs perfectly as they rest spread — inviting.

he never overdid it with jewellery, but he had in his usual earring with a few rings to match, his fingers tapping steady on his glass when he lets it rest in his lap. his look completed with an expensive watch latched around his wrist — the one you bought him ofcourse.

hanma’s smirk only seems to tug wider when he notices you staring, knocking back the rest of his drink before he’s tapping his lap with an expectant look that draws you closer almost too easily. you recognise a few of the others around him, other executives and coworkers but your eyes never leave his as you approach, sighing as the warm air of the club rolls over your shoulders.

it’s immediate the way his large palms find their place on your hips, sin and punishment finding home on your skin as you slink into his lap. he pulls you close, letting his palms smooth underneath the fabric of your dress — his wrists causing the fabric to bunch and rise as he palms at your body.

“you put on quite a show, babydoll.” hanma teases, his voice low and ragged as it rocks through you and it’s dizzying the effect that alone has on your body. you let your hands smooth up his chest as they explore the topography of the lean muscle beneath, feeling him shudder before he’s pulling you closer to mouth at your throat.

“oh? you think so.” you giggle, pushing yourself closer as you let him bathe you in wet smears of his lips along your skin. he smells expensive despite the hint of smoke underneath his cologne — although you think it makes it more him.

“got my whole fuckin’ club staring, but these bastards know better than to look too long at what’s mine.” hanma’s drawl vibrates against your skin as he answers you, pulling back to rest himself against the couch so he can admire the sight of you sitting pretty on his lap.

“wow so scary.” anyone would think you were crazy for teasing him, as unpredictable and dangerous as he was, but he liked that about you — kept him on his toes, got his dick hard as fuck too.

“i’ll kill ‘em on the spot and you know that. bet you like it too.. knowing i’d burn this fucking city for you.” hanma’s tone doesn’t waver and there’s a drop in his voice that reads as a promise as his amber gaze stays trained on your features. he really was an image of power and dominance — but he was yours and the thought makes your toes curl from where they rest.

“maybe i just like knowing you’ve got a soft spot.” you grin as your fingers trace underneath the unbuttoned collar of his shirt, pressing against the smooth skin underneath so you can feel the way his chest expands with each breath.

“do i?” hanma goads, too quickly as he cocks a brow at you and you roll your eyes before you try to playfully slap at his chest. but he’s far too quick and his reflexes are too honed, feeling his fingers wrap around your wrist before he’s bringing your hand to rest against his lips.

“heh—i just gotta protect what’s mine. even if you are a twisted little thing.” he rasps as he presses a kiss to your fingers, letting his eyes drop to his belt after before they’re back on you expectantly.

“really? right here?” you ask as you tilt your head but your hands still move to pull at the buckle of his belt, thankful for the dimly lit environment that keeps you both hidden — although people know better than to look at hanma anyway.

“oh? but i thought you liked putting on a show in my club, babydoll.” there’s a sinful drop in his tone as you push through the button of his slacks, taking a languid handful of his cock before you give him a few shallow pumps with your fist. you hear him hiss as he leans closer, lips pressing against your jawline as sin smoothes under the hem of your dress.

hanma’s free hand presses into your lower back as your hips lift, the other working on pulling your panties to the side before you’re grinding your slick folds along the length of him. a breathless croon of a laugh falls from his lips as his head drops back to groan, hands kneading at your body to ease you into him.

it was shameless but fuck— he loved it, the thrill of being able to have you whenever he fucking wanted you, wrapped in your pretty walls knowing he’s got you all to himself. the next roll of your hips makes him hiss as his cock catches on the entrance to your pussy, his fingers twitching into your skin as he pushes you down onto him.

“fuck sake— pussy’s real fuckin’ tight.“ hanma jaw clenches as you spread around him, twitching tighter around him the deeper he goes as he rolls into you. he presses more of his heavy cock into your walls as he pulls you into him, holding you tight against his chest as his teeth sink lightly into your shoulder.

you feel the vibration of his groans against the skin when he finally bottoms out, his gaze drinking you up when he pulls back. it’s like he’s been stuck in a dessert without water for months and you’re his first, real taste as he gives you a look that makes you lean in closer so he can press his lips against yours.

it’s breathtaking the way hanma kisses you, licking into your mouth like hes trying to consume you completely — every grind and press of his tongue against yours is deliberate and it leaves you mindless when he sucks on your own before he pulls away.

you mould into his body like you were made to, although you already look a little fucked out over him — lips swollen and plump from his kisses and the look he gives you is smug at the mess he’s made of you already. he lets his hand smooth through his curls when he pulls back, pulling out another cigarette to rest it between his lips as his other hand rests securely around your hips.

hanma’s gaze is dark when he looks at you, a little wild when he hands you his lighter and watches the way you spark up a flame to light his cigarette. his cock really twitches at that, kisses even deeper along your sweet spots as he takes his first drag — blowing the smoke away from you before he’s leaning in to smear a kiss along your collarbones.

you feel him squeeze at the swell of your ass, holding you still as he grinds his cock into your plush cunt before he’s tracing just as gentle touches along your spine. “shit— you’re somethin’ else, babydoll.” he smirks before he’s taking another drag, chuckling when you meet the next roll of his hips with one of your own.

you continue to meet hanma’s movements with small, subtle thrusts — you’re both still in public and barely covered by your dress, surrounded by his men and its still a club despite it being his. but he was enough to make you lose your self control, your sense of self when your slick folds grind against his pelvis, rubbing your puffy clit against the skin with every slow, languid connection of your hips before his palm comes down heavy on your ass.

“see, babydoll — all mine. but the real shows just about to begin.”

© 2022 garoujo. please do not copy any of my layouts or writing and translate or repost onto any other sites.

[puppyie-innit]

t-wordtober day 26: Timer

The sun hung low over the beach, castin’ a warm, orange glow across the waves as they lapped softly against the shore. Puppy had been whinin’ all day, her eyes followin’ Dino with a mischievous glint as she repeatedly tugged at his sleeve, tryin’ to convince him to let her have just one chance to tickle him. Finally, after hours of persistent beggin’, Dino gave in with a sigh.

“Alright, alright, fine,” he relented, settin’ down the small bucket of seashells he’d collected. “You get one chance, but I’m settin’ a timer.” He pulled out his phone, settin’ it for five minutes, the display flashin’ ominously. “When this goes off, you’re done. And if you overdo it, Puppy… I’m gettin’ payback.”

Puppy’s face lit up, her excitement practically bubblin’ over as she bounced on her toes in the soft sand. “YAY! I finally get to do it!” she cheered, barely able to keep still. She wasted no time, zeroing in on Dino’s knees as he sat cross-legged on the sand, leanin’ back on his hands with a cautious grin.

She crouched down, her fingers hoverin’ just above his knees as she wiggled her eyebrows at him, teasin’ him with her slow approach. Then, without any warnin’, her fingers dug right into the soft spots under his knees and around his kneecaps.

Dino’s reaction was immediate — his legs kicked out involuntarily, jerkin’ like he’d been shocked. “Gah—Puppy!” he sputtered, laughin’ as his legs shot straight out, only for her fingers to find his knees again the moment they bent back.

“Flailer!” Puppy squealed, delighted by the way his legs kept kickin’ out. “Eheheeee, flaaaiilleeerrr!!!” She couldn’t contain her laughter as she kept up her playful assault, her fingers squeezin’ and pokin’ in quick little bursts.

Dino’s laugh was rich and loud, fillin’ the quiet evenin’ air as he squirmed under her relentless tickles. “N-No, I’m not—! You’re just—AHAHAHAha-ha-ha!—you’re just bein’ unfair!” His legs kicked out again, sand sprayin’ up around him as he fought to keep control, but every poke to his knees had him losin’ all composure.

Puppy giggled, diggin’ her fingers deeper into the back of his knees. “Flailer, flailer, flailer, flailer!~”

“St-Stop sayin’ that!” Dino choked out, his cheeks turnin’ red from both the laughter and the embarrassment. He tried to reach out to grab her hands, but she was too quick, dodgin’ his attempts as she scooted back and then dove in again, pokin’ at his legs with renewed energy.

Puppy’s own laughter mixed with his, her joy pure and uncontrollable as she delighted in his reactions. She leaned in closer, addin’ in little squeezes to his thighs just to watch him squirm. “Heheheee, funnyies!”

Dino tried to retort, but his words were lost in a burst of laughter as she found a particularly sensitive spot just below his knee. “P-Puppy, you’re—ha-ha!—you’re crazy! I’m not—heeheehee!—I’m not a flailer!”

“Oh, yes, you are!” Puppy teased, her eyes gleamin’ as she watched his legs kick out once more. “You’re the biggest flailer I’ve ever seen!”

The timer on Dino’s phone ticked down, but neither of them noticed as Puppy continued her playful attack. Her fingers drifted up to his hips, her squeezes gentle but just effective enough to keep him laughin’.

“P-Puppy, the time—EEK!—the timer!” Dino tried to remind her, glancin’ at his phone out of the corner of his eye, but she was too absorbed in the moment, gigglin’ uncontrollably herself as she tickled him.

“Ohhh, I think someone’s lost track of time!” Dino grinned through his own laughter, his hand dartin’ out to snatch the phone just as the timer went off. “Your time’s up, little one! Now it’s my turn!”

Puppy froze, her laughter caught in her throat as she realized what she’d done. “W-Wait! Dino, I didn’t mean to—!”

But Dino’s grin was wide and wicked as he pulled her into his lap, wrappin’ his arms around her so she couldn’t escape. “Oh, you overdid it, alright. And now, Puppy, you’re gonna pay the price.”

He didn’t waste any time, his fingers divin’ right into her ribs, squeezin’ and wigglin’ in all the spots he knew were her worst. Puppy squealed, her laughter burstin’ out in high-pitched giggles as she wriggled and squirmed, but Dino’s grip was firm.

“Ahaha! Dino, noooo! Plea—ahaha!—please!” she cried, her legs kickin’ as she tried to twist away, but Dino’s fingers were relentless, findin’ every ticklish spot along her sides, her ribs, and even her belly.

“Awhh, what’s wrong, pupper? You were all confident just a minute ago!” Dino crooned, leanin’ in close as he nuzzled her cheek, only to follow it up with a loud, exaggerated raspberry on her tummy.

Puppy shrieked, her laughter turnin’ to breathless giggles as she squirmed in his lap. “D-Dinooo! Ahaha! S-stahahahahahaaappp!”

But her brother just grinned, continuin’ his playful assault as the sun dipped below the horizon, leavin’ the beach shrouded in twilight. Their laughter echoed across the sand, a joyful melody that filled the cool evenin’ air as Dino got his sweet revenge once more.

[snowbaamgyu]

Soogyu emeto draft

WARNING ⚠️: this includes references to emetophilia so,, if u don't like emeto this way please don't read!!

It all started when Soobin announced he felt sick after eating dinner, he obviously overdid it with how much food he could handle but, after being starving the day before and today for a photoshoot he thought he deserved to eat just a little more.

For Beomgyu those words made everything in him start running faster, excitement and anticipation made him immediately start creating scenarios on how Soobin's discomfort would progress.

"Take some pepto and go lay down, you'll be fine" Yeonjun advised him, sure Beomgyu didn't want any of his members hurting but when it came to someone feeling nauseous he couldn't help but get a bit excited about it. When he watched Soobin doing as Yeonjun told him to, deep in him he wished that damn pink liquid didn't make effect.

Soon after everyone went to their rooms, Beomgyu had the luck to share room with Soobin so when he finished washing up and went to his bedroom, his heart started thumping faster at the sight that greeted him.

Soobin was laying on his side, curled up, with his shirt raised a little reveling his slightly bloated stomach, it wasn't that big of a difference but knowing Soobin usually had a flat belly you could notice there was something going on. The final touch was Soobin's face scrunched up in pain, sweat pooling in his forehead, shaky deep breaths, useless attempts to calm down the revolution inside his guts.

"Are you feeling better? The medicine should be kicking in by now" Beomgyu took the courage to ask without his voice showing any emotion other than worry. "No, I feel bad, worse if it's possible." Without saying anything, Beomgyu made his way to the older's bed and positioned himself beside him, in a spoon way.

He wanted to touch him, try to feel the rumbling, Soobin's stomach made a sick gurgling sound. He couldn't resist it anymore.

"What are you doing Gyu?" Soobin asked as he felt the other's hands making their way to his abdomen, his aching stomach felt a slight pressure and a burp made its way up. "Just trying to help, maybe rubbing it will make it better, don't you think?"

Beomgyu kept rubbing circles, adding pressure, and Soobin kept burping each time Beomgyu pressed into a specific spot, if you asked Soobin, it was indeed relieving each time some air came out, he felt like a deflating balloon. But things changed when the younger applied more pressure than necessary out of curiosity of what would happen, his answer was a really big burp that almost turned into a retch, Soobin desperately taking his hands off and sprinting to the bathroom, having to stop midway because another retch made its way up and vomit slipped through his fingers. Beomgyu obviously followed after him, not wanting to miss out anything, he watched as Soobin's back convulsed trying to suppress another gag as he continued his way to the bathroom to at least finish there, Beomgyu shamelessly went behind him and just stood there at the door frame when Soobin immediately lifted the lid and started retching again, a thick and large wave of undigested food making a sickly splash sound.

Soobin knew someone was behind him, watching what was currently happening, so he turned around a bit until the next wave came, and saw Beomgyu, the latter just watching with curious sparkly eyes that desired some more, that wanted to be closer to the scene displaying in front of him, wanting to help his hyung clean his chin which was covered in vomit and spit, little chunks at the sides of his mouth, vomit-snot running down and pooling on his cupid's bow, wipe away the tears that the effort brought to his eyes and down his cheeks, but also the desire to feel how he convulsed with each gag. Beomgyu wanted to be close.

And Soobin let him, he extended his arm in a "take my hand" way and Beomgyu understood the invitation, and as soon as he positioned himself behind Soobin once again he put his hands where they were before but didn't move them or anything, he was just there hugging him. When Soobin brought up more undigested food Beomgyu fully hugged him, wrapping both arms almost possessively around his middle and resting his head on the space between the older's shoulder blades, inhaling deeply even if the smell was one of the worst, Beomgyu just wanted to be there, close.

Fifteen minutes went like that, the door was locked the moment Beomgyu entered the bathroom so the rest of the members took care of the mess Soobin made earlier; Beomgyu was still hugging Soobin who at that moment had run out of something to throw up so once the retches were reduced to dry heaves Beomgyu stood up, the younger didn't have any bad intentions, he did as he had thought so, grabbing a towel and dampening it a little to carefully wipe his hyung's face, whispering sweet nothings from time to time to let him know everything is okay.

The two of them got out of the bathroom after Soobin washed his teeth and went to the older's bed again, this time the tummy rubs were gentler and without thinking much about Beomgyu's behavior Soobin just fell asleep with the image of his dongsaeng caring deeply about him.

[desertfangs]

VC self-rec sunday!

Thank you for starting this and tagging me @apoptoses! I think this is a great idea. From the original post:

#VCselfrecsunday is a chance to rec one of your own works (fic, art, head canons, meta- go wild!) and say just why you liked making it, what you’re proud of, or what made you want to create it in the first place. It doesn’t have to be a work that didn’t get a lot of attention, just one from your repertoire that you enjoyed putting together.

I'm going to tag: @fangsinclay @birdblacksocialclub @hekateinhell @serenwanders and @bubblegum-blackwood

My self-rec this week is Dead Drunk. It takes place in the post-canon era, in which Daniel and Armand, as vampires, decide to get as drunk as vampires possibly can on drunk mortals and fool around. It was inspired by a prompt from the VCkinkblog

Some things I really loved about writing this fic:

1. Getting to explore what I think the bounds of vampire drunk are and how it works, how heavily it can affect them, and how quickly it wears off or doesn't. It fun to play with, especially with Armand deciding to really go for it and accidentally ending up way more wasted than Daniel. (I suspect Armand was dubious it would work and thus overdid it in an attempt to be sure it had an effect.)

2. There were a few places I got to talk about Daniel's shame and feelings about his alcoholism now as an immortal who is no longer burdened by it. Both in terms of how he feels about the mortals getting wasted around him and his own history when Armand mentions how when Daniel was always super drunk, he was usually shouting. I don't know, I don't see a lot of fic exploring Daniel's alcoholism in that regard and I do think it's an interesting part of him. So while he's clearly not anti-drinking (see the fic where he is, in fact, trying to get vampire drunk), I do think it colors his experiences and feelings about it and I liked getting to talk about it a little bit.

3. GIGGLY DRUNK ARMAND. Like I don't know, it just makes me so happy. It's so freaking cute! And they're just really cute together. I love Daniel and Armand having fun together and doing weird shit and this is definitely an experiment for them but it's also just them letting loose and having a good time together!

Anyhow, if you haven't read it yet and you decide to, I hope you enjoy it! And I look forward to see other peoples #vcselfrecsunday posts!

[angeygirl]

Huh. Not sure why it tinted so red :/

Anyway, this is my version of @ponds-of-ink's DTIYS featuring Agonia. I know Pond said to try taking care of the purple boi but we don't do that here >:)

I must admit I was a little disappointed to find that Agonia has no shadow since I love lighting effects but compensated with extra glow and Judge Glitch being ominous :3

boi i think i overdid ur cheekbones, uh, bone... a little but that ok bc theyre fun to draw

[lavenoon]

If Robin was so exhausted they fell when Sun was prodding them to leave, I can only imagine how they were once they actually got home. Also imagining how Moon would react to seeing Y/N so exhausted, or letting the care/idea go further; Moon helping Y/N get some food in them before they go up to their room to pass out.

Robin overdid it a little - though the fall was mostly a temporary circulatory collapse. Like a very intense form of "you exit hyperfocus and get hit by all status effects" because they've been in hyperfocus for multiple days

Dawn insisted they take it easy - the water definitely also helped, and then some rest and food once they're home, and the next day they're well enough (by their standards) to go back to work again. Dawn may squint at them, but in the field he'd cover for them (though they wouldn't see that, because they're stupid and don't think he would) and if it's just office work, well, he can let that slide

Given that Dawn was working when they got home, Moon didn't get to see them looking like that specific mess, but it does become a thing! When they're out late he keeps an eye on the porch, and when he sees them come home, coincidentally he's there at the door, too, often with some sort of snack or easy meal - sandwiches, a soft pretzel, a bread roll, something they can just eat quickly.

He leaves for his shift before they get to call him out on the fact that he as an animatronic just always seems to have food at home. He's a bit more intense in that regard compared to canon Sun - because Sun actually spends the time talking to Y/N, and can draw conclusions about their wellbeing from that. Moon doesn't allow himself all that much conversation, because it feels too "close", and just skips that step to the objectively more intimate option of providing food, because he has zero awareness about that <3

[bugbyte]

So it's been almost a week

And I figured I would make an update about the pain + medical marijuana situation, for science or the curious or whatever.

So it's technically been 5 days and not a full week, but who's counting?

I failed to read the directions on the actual packaging (lol) and it turns out I could have been taking a capsule like every 4 hours. I have not been doing that because I would burn through everything I have in a week, and the state limits the maximum amount I can buy in any given 30 days. So that would probably be incredibly effective but again, this whole process is incredibly expensive. That bit makes me angry, and I've effectively been radicalized into a pro-federal-legalization person, but that's another post for another day.

So! Even though I've been taking a fraction of the dose I could be taking, I have noticed major changes, and the thing that astonishes me is that all of my pain, day to day, is down significantly. Even if I didn't take anything at all that day.

Basically: part of the (many) problems in my shoulder is that my upper trapezius just. Never ever relaxes. I've had injections, I've done PT, I have a TENS unit I stick on from time to time and absolutely nothing has made that particular muscle relax even a little. Most of the time it feels like a red-hot tennis ball jammed in my shoulder. It has been at least this bad since March of 2023, until now, December. The morning after I took my first dose of MMJ, the very first thing I noticed on waking up was that I could move my arm normally.

For that entire day, I had mostly normal use of my arm, with almost unnoticeable pain. I still have to contend with the problem that it can kind of slide out of place/hang strangely/I have to wrestle it back where it belongs, but the pain aspect? Nearly gone. All I can figure, is that they explained the dose they were giving me had a certain ratio of compounds that are anti-inflammatory to compounds that are pain-reducing (I don't know enough to give details here) and the anti-inflammatory aspect must have been more powerful? Higher dosage? More effective for some reason? Than all of the other prescription things I take supposedly for anti-inflammatory purposes.

Things have been a bit up and down since then, so I suspect I'm going to need to do some adjusting of dose and timing, but I cannot complain about the results I'm getting. I was really, really excited about being able to draw pretty normally, and definitely kind of overdid it. And then I went to cook dinner, and definitely overdid it, and I paid for all that the next day, which was back to a more normal pain level for me.

I was really worried at this point that the first day had been me placebo-effecting myself and it wasn't going to work and oh well at least I tried. But after taking a rest day and continuing to take it before bed, I'm back to a manageable pain level. I spent most of today (Sunday) in the lowest pain I've felt in probably years.

I'm able to draw (as long as I don't push it too hard for now), spend more time up and around, and doing more average tasks around the house. I haven't been able to do these things in a really long time and I keep feeling like this is all fake, and a fluke, and it's going to stop working and I'll be back down in pain hell. I keep giving myself the side eye every day, like, is this real? Are you fooling yourself? But... I think it's working.

I've got a ways to go still to get back some regular functioning -- the aforementioned joints slipping out of place is a major thing. But if I can keep my average pain level to what I've got now, or lower? I can get back to PT and working on muscle strength to help keep my joints where they belong. I don't know if I'll ever get back to doing everything I used to do before this decline, but at least I have hope that things can be better.

[thessalian]

Thess vs Recuperation

Today is going to be THE MOST CHILL DAY. Mostly because it has to be. Because dear gods, I hurt. Yesterday’s little mishap was just ... a lot, and it would appear that I seriously overdid it. Thus, I need a relaxation day where I barely do anything. That is going to be today.

It’s a good thing I have roast pork and potato soup, so I don’t have to cook anything.

There will be a quick trip to the corner shop, because there are a couple of things I require and anyway, it’s nice to leave the house, even if it’s not all that nice to be walking at this point. But after that, I’m going back to playing DREDGE again because eldritch or not, just trying to build up my hull to better withstand the inevitable WHAM by monstrosity in Gale Cliffs, and incidentally doing another “I will catch EVERY FISH TYPE” completionist run, is as Zen and chill as I could want.

Look, I don’t recuperate well. Also I need to take my mind off Out There because Out There is London and the coronation’s next fucking week and there are headlines about how the public are being asked to swear the oath of allegiance to that jug-eared jackass at the coronation because “it would be nice” while everyone’s going, “Heads of state should be vowing to serve the people, not the other way around!”, and also people making a big deal about “a religion other than Christianity being involved in the ceremonies”, which ... look, Rishi Sunak is Hindu (insofar as he has any religion other than money) and he’s doing a Bible reading, and somehow having a person who is not Christian reading from the Christian Bible is “a religion other than Christianity being involved in the ceremonies”. But the way I see it, some puffed-up, overbred English jackass obliging someone of a faith other than Christianity to take on the trappings of Christianity, effectively as a show of power because it’s happening when said overbred English jackass is ascending to a position of power over said person of another faith sounds pretty fucking standard to me where the monarchy’s concerned.

Yeah, see? I need to not think about that. Thus, quick trip to the corner shop, and then back to vegging with Eldritch Fishing Simulator.

[adoracora-elizabeth]

When life interrupts, chapter 14

"Take a deep breath, I will now examine you." The voice of her obstetrician had a calming effect on Cora, who felt her panic calming down.

Robert had called for a cab and brought her to the hospital. Where she was admitted. Her obstetrician was called in.

"You are 4 centimetres, dilated already."

"No, no, no, no, no." Cora's panic came back in full force. "That is too early. I have a month left. This cannot be happening." Cora felt tears streaming down her face.

"Try to stay calm, you have indeed about three weeks left, but there is no danger when the little one comes today. You need to focus on your breathing now."

"This is all my fault." Cora cried. "I overdid it and now I brought my little one in danger."

"Breath in." Robert's voice sounded. He took her hand in hers and rubbed with his thumb over it. "You are doing fine and the baby is alright. Focus on your breathing."

Cora felt another contraction and squeezed Robert’s hand. She had not realised it, but she must have been having labour pains since this morning. And there she was thinking it was just ligament pain. She was so stupid, and she was expected to take care of a baby soon. She could not even take care of it while she was carrying it.

"Cora. Focus." Robert said.

Cora turned her face towards Robert and it felt like she only now registered that he was in the room with her. "What are you doing here?" She pulled her hand back. "I don't want you here."

Robert raised his eyebrows, but ignored her words and took her hand again. "Cora, I can help you through this."

"I could do the whole pregnancy on my own, I can deliver on my own. I don’t want you in the room."

"Cora?"

"Sir, you heard her. Please leave the room." A nurse said, while taking Robert’s arm and guiding him towards the door.

Cora saw him leave, and she followed him with her eyes. She could not have him here, while she was in this vulnerable state. He should understand it. She grabbed the sheets when another contraction hit.

"Take deep breaths and slowly breath out. You are doing great." The nurse waited for her contraction to slip aside. "Are you sure, you don't want your husband in the room?"

"He is not my husband." Cora said through her teeth.

"I am sorry. I assumed because he was with you when you came in. Can I call your husband for you?"

Cora looked up, tears in her eyes. "I am not married. He is...." She did not know how to say it. "Well, he is the father."

+++

"Rosamund?" Robert asked, when she picked up the phone.

"Dear, brother, what can I help you with today?" Her kind voice sounded.

"You remember Cora?"

"Of course, I do remember her. I told you she came looking for you in the office."

Robert sighed, why was Rosamund always like this. "Did you notice something when she was there?"

"How do you mean that? She was nervous, but I would be that to, if I was standing in front of our mother." She joked.

"Can you stop joking." Robert said annoyed. "This is serious."

"I am sorry." Rosamund said apologetic. "There was nothing that stood out to me, why?"

"Well, I have run into her in the street, and she is." He stopped and took a breath. "I had to bring her to the hospital because she was in labour. No, I say that wrong, she is now in labour. Or uhm......" His heart was racing, and he couldn't form his sentences.

"Robert. Calm down. So, you are now at the hospital with her? Did you call her boyfriend already?"

"That is the point, she says she does not have a boyfriend and that I am the father."

On the other side of the line it stayed silent.

"Rosamund?"

"Yes, I am still here, I am sorry, but she is pregnant, and you are the father? But you have been away for a couple of months."

Robert could see Rosamund's face in front of him, all worried and surprised. "We had a couple of dates as you knew, before I left for Brussels and I got her pregnant. But then I acted like a fool and thought she had somebody else. Oh Rosamund, I made a mess. A real mess."

"I cannot deny that. But I think the both of you did, you are not the only one to blame in this story. Are you there with Cora now?"

"No." Robert sighed. "She kicked me out of the room."

"Hmmmm, I think I understand why. It is quite intimate, but you should try and get back in. I think she can use some support. Just promise her you won't look or something?"

"You really think so?" Robert asked. He wished he could be next to Cora, hold her hand and coach her through this. He was the reason why she was in this situation, and she should not be alone.

+++

"I cannot do this." Cora cried out when she was at the top of another contraction. "I cannot do this on my own." She was having heavy contractions for hours now.

The nurse who never left the room, took her hand. "Try to keep breathing, you are doing great. Is there really no one I can call for you?"

Tears streamed down Cora's face, from pain, but also from the realisation, that she had send away the only one she cared for. "No." The rest of her sentence got lost, when she needed to breath away another contraction.

The nurse looked at the obstetrician and said very softly. "This is going very fast for a first birth and her contractions are already so strong."

+++

Between two contractions Cora asked the nurse. "Do you think, Robert would want to come back?"

At that same moment there was a knock on the door and Robert pocked his head around the corner. "Cora, I promise not to look. I will only hold your hand, nothing more. Can I please come in."

Cora stretched her hand towards him. "I cannot do this." she cried again.

Robert rushed to her side. "You can do this. Squeeze my hand, I am here, we are doing this together. You are not alone. You are not alone." He kept repeating that last sentence in a whisper against her hand. She had battled these contractions on her own for hours now. She must be exhausted he thought.

Cora grabbed his hand a little bit firmer. "Thank you."

Robert felt his hand getting mangled when she was having another contraction. He looked up at the nurse, who had a worried look on her face. Was there something wrong? He didn't want to know and turned towards Cora again. Her face was bright red and he saw sweat dripping down her temple. He took a washcloth, dipped it in the bowl with water and dabbed it over her forehead and cheeks.

Cora looked up, she was happy he was back in the room. She needed support and he was the only one who could give it to her at this moment. She had felt so much relief when she saw his face again, this afternoon. Cora looked at her watch, it was already morning again. She wished they had more time to talk, before this baby would announce itself, but here she was: In the hospital giving birth to his child. If she had not sent him away, they could have talked, but now the contractions did not seem to stop. She felt that she started smiling. His child, she was giving birth to his child. She loved the idea, that he now knew that the baby was his and that he did not run away. He was here with her, to support her.

"Cora?" Robert suddenly saw a smile on Cora's face. "Are you alright?"

Cora could not answer, the contraction was to strong. "I need to push." She cried out.

The obstetrician did another exam and gave her the green light to push.

After what felt like an eternity, a little boy was laid down on her chest.

"Oh, my darling, you did splendid." Robert exclaimed and kissed her on her temple. He surprised himself with his darling, but he did not pay attention to it. Cora just gave birth to his son. He had a son.

Cora put her hands around the little body on her chest. She pressed her lips against his little forehead. "Hello little one." She murmured. That same moment she felt Robert kissing her temple. She looked up into his blue eyes. Was it love she was seeing? She hoped it was.

+++

Once the nurse cleaned the baby boy and wrapped him in a blanket, she wanted to give him to Cora, who pointed at Robert. "No, let his father meet him first." She said with a soft voice.

"Are you sure?" Robert said, insecure.

"Most definitely. You are his father and are entitled to meet him." She smiled up at him, she did not know where they would go from here, but at the moment it didn't matter. She gave Robert a son, they had a son!

Robert took the bundle in his arms and brushed with his finger over the little boy's cheek. He was looking up at him, with his dark eyes. Robert sat down on Cora's bed, still looking at the boy. "Welcome to the world, Isidor Patrick."

Cora moved her hand to Robert's arm. "Are you sure?" She had not thought about names at all. She had blocked those thoughts, but now Robert just came up with one and it was the most perfect one he could have chosen.

"Named after both our fathers." Cora sat up and leaned towards Robert. "Thank you." She kissed him on the lips. "Thank you." She then leaned back into her pillows and closed her eyes. She was exhausted.

[the-firebird69]

And my husband is kind of in this club with the ladies people who get abused and stuff neglected to go without pay s idiots are they don't keep any factory running cuz they don't know how to maintain things you have to have people doing it.

There's a certain procedure. Now here we are and we're speaking about growth and enlarging and it is going to be fairly quick I'm pretty soon and they're going to go over there I'm saying it because Trump and son went by as big fat people and they were about a foot taller 10 minutes ago

Hera

They'll probably blame bug juice and stuff and the max wanted to do that and they really overdid it it's really for devices and the idiots of smiling and they don't get it now they do and they're horrible so we are watching him and he's beginning to grow and he is becoming a bit larger it's kind of filling out a little and that's about it that's too many other changes yet today is mild it will be today and tomorrow which would be mild tonight or well today right now of course the end of the day there's going to be four or five medium in the west coast of Africa been there still underground and it's blowing out of Fisher and it's not very big but the same size as this last round which is very mild and it's probably point in zero zero nine rad it's not even 1/10 of 1% almost though it's not really enough to do too much it is enough to heal well and he needs it really badly so his oxygenating and really the effects would be about the same so it should be twice like for a couple days so keep an eye on it and we are going to monitor there's going to be a couple more of these events coming up fairly soon and they are going to be this coming Friday during the day we think of three large one in the Sahara two in Western Africa and three very large and that's when they go out there with mad Max and they're competing with huge groups somehow believe it or not Africa and the empire and they get encouraged to try and tie people up and they figure out they should probably get him his own money and say that it's us doing it and that's what they're up to but it's really small and the empire wants to do it too for a variety of reasons but that's pretty much a big one it's going on now and it will continue and become larger but we expect Friday Saturday and Sunday to be 0.1 Brad on Friday 0.2 red on Saturday 0.3 rad on Sunday and there will be some more blown that's why it's larger numbers and it's kind of accumulating a little there could be a break or a day or two they let it come and clear it out before the whole area is irradiated and we have seen him do that but the wind blows it offshore pretty quick and they're usually not surrounding it it's going to semicircle and they are to the west of the cash no it's intermittent but still they bring huge ships in and they decon on the Lee side of the wind so it could start up again Monday but there will be a small break because the group's doing it or not huge it's really the pseudo empire mostly and partly bja

-couple more things our son is not a bobble and you people treat him like that because you're a bunch of losers and you're going to pay. But he's going to get some funding shortly and it was George Washington and he started to do some work and it was for the rebels and they're going to try and make it look like that's what it is and I'm the I didn't sit there for rebels would be fighting the pseudo empire. And he is not really a strong enemy of the pseudo empire or he's not really doing things that are vehement but they want to see it but there's a couple battles in August in September and they do try and pin it on him. It is a big deal with people they don't like going to this place the food is terrible and it's true Chipotle where our son was going was pretty good even the one in Northport but yeah they don't have places like that for the most part. In August and 3 and September one of them in August is pretty big and it's the rebels and they're going to have to start ramping it up to protect their cities.

Thor Freya

Olympus

[pucchiaca]

Today

Achievements: finished the main task that was due !! Did a good proper exercise routine !! Woke up properly, on time !! Added a good planning and down time element to routine !! Thought about things !! Got more serious about the skincare and aligners !!

Challenges: Struggled with food, overdid the walnuts, went a little crazy with the sweet stuff. Idk I have to think about what's actually happening. Because truth be told I don't enjoy these episodes either I'm usually hating the way the food's tasting and making me feel.. like physically. It doesn't feel good physically. The sweet stuff make my teeth and mouth too sweet and leave it feeling the same in a disgusting way. It gets a little better when I brush it away but some disgustingness still lingers. The going overboard with anything feels like shit too, physically. All this is just how it feels physically. It's some sort of weird psychological thing that drives me to do this. And these episodes are usually triggered by a small slip, usually unintended, on my part that makes me feel like shit. It has like a chain effect. Anyways I'll have to think about it but yeah ig the thing I want to say is it doesn't even feel good physically so it's weird behaviour.

Second, I stopped working after the one task probably because of my task anxiety about the next task on the list. Then as usual I went into my escape reality-avoidance mode with the tv show. Watching too much of any show Also doesn't feel good, physically, I must say so yeah. Something to think about, do I engage in obsessive behaviours? Not to self diagnose... but just something to think about. Anyways, I should really take some action on the task so I can at least do away with the anxiety for starters so I can make some progress on it.

[mi5019tomberry]

Final Touches 3

Here's the finished video all pieced together which is much more visually interesting even if I went a little overboard in some areas with different editing techniques.

These are some of the tutorials which helped me add an old fashioned filter to the first shot of the newspaper, this is the one which I think I overdid a little bit with the effects but I lost the files to be able to go back and dial things back a little so it'll do.

These are the effects I used to make the shot of the flower a little more surreal and dreamlike, I thought this would better suit the Red Hat shot which is supposed to centre around feelings and may benefit from looking a little more abstract.

These are the two tutorials I used for the glitch effect which I added to the shot of the robot from the interview footage, I felt like before it was a little too plain and needed something to break apart the inaction of the shot. I wanted it to feel a little disconcerting and thought a dolly zoom with a gradually sharpness increase could look good but I would need some different footage to get that to work.

I used the second and third effects in this tutorial on the shot of the Mars base to add a little more texture to the shot and the shaky cam helped sell the depth between the foreground, midground and background.

This is what I used right at the end so that the video looped perfectly, I wanted the Blue hat shot to burn away as though the McCarthy's words weren't listened to and the cycle began anew.

[ramuneempiremtl]

Slave-kun's Happy Life in Another World: Chapter 13

Looking around the room, I noticed clothes strewn across the bed.

Oh, ho.

May I do the laundry? I'm going to do it anyway.

I think it's wrong to dangle work in front of me like a carrot.

From here on, it's time for the slaves to show their true colors.

In the bathroom, I knead the collected sheets and pillowcases in a water ball conjured by magic. The linens swirl around inside the giant water sphere. It looks so refreshing.

Instead of detergent, I use "purification" to clean them, and then I separate them from the laundry by imagining the water I was manipulating being drawn out. This way, they'll dry wrinkle-free and crisp. I drain the extracted water into the bathroom drain.

In this world, lazy people get by with just "purification" for laundry. But washing with water feels better, somehow.

I step out onto the balcony to let the linens get some sunlight… Oh, but I wasn't supposed to leave the room. The balcony is part of the room. No problem there.

The clothes are the same way… no, I wash them individually for each person. Anything that might bleed color gets "purification" only.

I don't know how to fold the washed clothes. I just lay them out neatly on their respective beds.

Haaaa────！！

I'm filled with a sense of elation from a job well done. When I'm on a worker's high, I don't need "powder."

This is how slaves should be.

I start cleaning, riding the momentum.

When I say cleaning, I don't mean using a rag or a broom. I leave it to the convenient magic "Purification." It's easy as long as you have the magic power.

I wonder if I'll get yelled at for cleaning the inn without permission. I think I'd only get yelled at if I made a mess, not if I cleaned.

I'm going to clean. I'm going to do it anyway.

I spread the magic of "purification" across the floor, imagining myself mopping.

"Purification" is a convenient magic that breaks down dirt and germs into something like magic power, but if I'm not careful, it can even strip off a little paint. It takes quite a bit of concentration.

I "purify" the floorboards, getting into every nook and cranny. I also "purify" the drains in the bath and toilet, going deep inside.

I polish everything except the kitchen and Aki's belongings. I avoid the fermented foods, as I shouldn't clean the yeast.

In truth, "purification" is a magic I named myself. I haven't properly tested its effects, so I have to be careful.

Riding the wave, I finish cleaning, polishing every corner of the walls and the beams on the ceiling.

I look around the room, savoring the sense of accomplishment from finishing.

Yes, it's much brighter now.

The walls are clearly a shade brighter, and the air even feels cleaner.

A perfect job.

…Maybe I overdid it.

The difference in efficiency between doing a job while bracing myself for violence and not is incredible, so I just…

It's like a miracle to be able to live so peacefully.

In the afternoon, I decided to take it easy, eating the lunch that had been prepared and looking through the reading material the master had left.

Lunch is a pita bread sandwich with various things stuffed into the thin bread. It's delicious.

I get excited when I find something like thin ham inside, but then my spirits plummet when I find something bitter.

This body must have a child's palate, because it can't handle bitter things. I used to love bitter things!

I drink some water conjured by magic and clean my hands and the plate with "purification" before picking up the book on the table.

The book is bound a little differently than the ones I remember.

The paper is probably plant paper?

I turn the cover, which has some unreadable characters written on it, and am met with a colorful picture of a creature.

The master must have left an animal encyclopedia. This looks fun.

They look somewhat similar to Earth animals, but they're slightly different. For example, there's one with a tiger-like pattern but a lion-like mane. There's also a lizard with webbed wings. I wonder if there are dragons in this world.

The creatures get larger and larger with each page I turn.

And then I realize.

This isn't an animal encyclopedia, it's a monster encyclopedia. Each creature is depicted with some kind of ominous aura-like effect. Next to each one is a drawing of what looks like a stone, its size and material, and a method for dismantling it.

In this world, there are creatures called "monsters" that are different from animals, and at their heart there is a spiky stone called a crystal. This crystal is the power source for various convenient gadgets.

I knew about this crystal because I used crushed stones in my lamp when I was in the mansion. I had no idea it was taken from so many different monsters.

I became quite engrossed in looking through the encyclopedia.

I'll definitely need this kind of knowledge, since I'll be traveling with a party of adventurers.

I'm grateful for the master's exquisite choice. I thought he was a good-for-nothing, but I'll have to change my opinion.

But it's frustrating not being able to read the words.

I wonder if I could ask him to teach me.

Suddenly, the hallway becomes noisy.

Before I knew it, the sun was starting to set.

It looks like everyone's back.

I should go greet them.

"We're back. Were you a good boy… Huh? What's this! Where are we!?"

"Whaaat? …Did we go to the wrong room?"

You're in the right place.

The two who had come in left the room again and closed the door.

Maybe I did overdo it with the cleaning after all.

[zima74824]

Zimas vertigo

Zima was heard falling on the floor *

Wrecker: zima you ok????

Zima : ugh….I’m losing my balance a lot lately Wrecker: hmmm…is it Everytime you walk around you feel dizzy?

Zima : yeah…Zima : uuughhh…*closed eyes so the spinning would stop *

Wrecker pat zimas back gently *

Zima : my legs and arms are all jittery after drinking coffee

Wrecker: wait when’s the last time you drank some water?

Zima : it’s been a little bit

Wrecker: I hear caffeine can drain all the water in your body

Wrecker: so you probably are dehydrated

Zima : ugh and the caffeine when I dont eat something in a while nauseates me

Wrecker: they’re never usually this pink

Zima : I get flushed when I have caffeine

Wrecker: alright you need water now Wrecker grabs a bottle of water and gives it to her as she chugs it *

Wrecker: woah woah easy zima slow down

Zima slows down as he pets her hair

Wrecker: there we go…. Still feeling nauseous?

Zima : no it’s gone now

Wrecker: good

Wrecker: we should get Kix just in case I’m sure it’s not a super major thing but still

Zima : ok….. Tech brought Kix as she tells him the symptoms

Kix : it sounds like something called vertigo

Wrecker: hm? What’s vertigo?

Kix : for some it’s what happens if you move your head too fast but it’s basically it’s internal or external spinning sensation like she has

Wrecker: is it curable?

Kix : she could have trouble focusing her pupils dizzyness ear ringing nausea or vomiting due to loss of body fluids but it is temporary for her seeing that she’s doing better

Zima : the spinning finally….stopped

Kix : the jittering due to the caffeine but as long as she’s hydrated and she’s laying down and comfortable it’ll go away eventually some people have a long term effect due to the main cause of vertigo is head injuries or Vestibular Neuritis

Kix : luckily she doesn’t have that she should be able to recover fast

Wrecker: phew thank goodness….. Zima held his hand

Wrecker: thank goodness it’s not going to last Wrecker: so you said that the spinning stopped?

Zima : yeah Wrecker gently put her in his arms

Zima nuzzled into wreckers chest resting her head on it

Zima : ugh I think I overdid the chores today…

Wrecker: well lula and Luna are teens now so they can help you out

Zima : yeah but-

Wrecker: you deserve to relax especially after that fall

@angel-the-blocker @afuckinnerfpuncher @burningfieldof-clover