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[asvrengineering]

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[cafterdark]

I don't think y'all truly grasp what fucking a god would be like.

Not only are they beings who can shape reality like clay, but they have such a massively different conception of time, morality, and existence that they become alien to you

For example, let's say you are a normal guy:

One moment you're looking at yourself in the mirror, the next in a quiet field. Before you even have a chance to react, a voice rips through your tissue paper body. It is multilayered, unable to stick to one voice, but is it smooth and alluring and almost feminine.

"I have chosen thee to be my temple." The voice says.

"W...who are you?" You stutter out.

The voice doesn't answer. For a moment you wonder if you've gone insane, then she begins. A thousand hands of light touch you, some delicate and precise, some wild and rough. They grab and grope and tear and claw and brush and pinch and slap all over, all at once. One hand grabs your short hair and forces you to look up in the air and she says:

"Let me show you your purpose."

You are launched in time to a temple, backwards or forwards, you don't know. It is lit by candles, showing that you're at the feet of a massive marble statue of a nude woman. The hands force you to your knees, all while feeling up your boiling body. You look up and only catch a glimpse of her beautiful thighs before you're unstuck in time again.

You feel yourself dragged back to reality. You're in a woman's body, being fucked by two other women in a dingy hotel. One hold the leash to a collar around your neck, the other holding your legs as she fucks you with her dick. The hands are still there and guide you, teasing each moans from your throat and buck of your hips. You've never felt this good ever as you start ascending the mountain of arousal. The collar chokes you enough for a momentary blackout

You're back in the temple, still looking up. You catch a glimpse of her hips, grabbable, with curves in just the right spots. You blink in awe and find yourself in another woman's body, actually no, a robot woman's body. You're connected to a machine made of tech so powerful you can't comprehend by series of wires and plugs throughout your body. A woman, dressed in lab wear smiles, kisses you, and starts the machine. You feel a jolt of pleasure shoot through you. The woman's smile widens, then a notification appears on your HUD

Sensitivity increased 150%

A soft glide teaches down your back and you feel your entire body kicks in response. You ascend further up, climbing step after step towards orgasm. Each touch the machine simulates makes you skip ten steps. The woman's laughs at you makes you skip more. The heat is unbearable, your fans spinning at Max speed, their noise filling the background. You get a warning notification about overheating and you're back at the temple.

The hands keep your arousal steady as the hand tilts your head further up still. You're enraptured by the most perfect pair of tits you have ever seen. The last bit of thought you we're holding onto is wiped away by their glory. But before you can properly worship them, you're thrown back in time.

You're in another temple, hazy and thick with the perfume of incense. You're in a priestess' body slick with oil, prepared to worship your goddess with your other priestesses. You look around and see the rest of your order staring at you and approach. After a long moment, you realize that you're the offering. The other women attack you with kisses and teeth and hands and nails in just the right spots. Each blow brings you closer to the peak. They pin you down and begin fucking you with their trained tongues and you blank out. You're so close now you can see the peak. You pray to just be allowed to reach it.

You're set back to the temple again and with one swift yank of your long hair, brings your eyes to the statues face.

It's you.

You don't know how you know. It looks nothing like you, but it's you. And you're gorgeous you can feel the orgasm coming, it's so so so so close now. The world stops, your body freezes.

You find yourself stuck one step before the peak, staring at your beautiful features and unable to do anything about it. You're stuck there for a long time. An hour? A year? A Millennia? A second? You don't know. But by the end, you're asking Her to let you cum. She responds:

"Do you know your purpose?"

"Yes... Goddess," you pant out. "As your temple... Where your followers... Worship you"

"Good Girl" She says.

Those two words bring you over the edge and you find yourself cumming harder than you've ever done before. Each convulsion rips away a part of your past life, what you ate for breakfast, your job, your hobbies, your name. If you could think through the tsunami of pleasure, you wouldn't care. Goddess will provide, she always will. But for now, you are drowning in devotional ecstasy.

After an eternity, you finally feel the afterglow bleed in. The hands let go and you collapse to the floor, letting the darkness consume you.

You wake up on the bathroom floor and groan. Was it really just a dream? You get up and look in the mirror and see you. Not the fake you that you wore before, but the you Goddess crafted, her masterpiece. You smile and dance in your body, that statue turned flesh, and laugh a beautiful laugh to celebrate and thank Her.

"You know your purpose and are trained in it," She says in the back of your mind. "Begin."

"Yes Goddess"

You leave the bathroom and begin your new life. After all, what's a god without her temple?

[kali-chaotic-neutral]

Easy Money Bowl/Jar

I have tried multiple different types of Money bowls and jars, from various different videos on Youtube or posts on insta or tumblr and a few of them have worked out for me, but not fully. I then had decided to try and make my own with the knowledge I got from those videos/posts I watched and it works well enough.

Get a jar/bow. I've used old small dishes that my family doesn't use anymore, and I am currently using an old instant coffee jar. It can be a plastic bowl or a jar as well, use what you have.

Cleanse it. You can use incense, moon water to spray the insides and wipe it with a clean cloth, any way you cleanse really. While you cleanse, visualize and charge it with your money intention. For me my intentions are so that I can treat myself to a restaurant or simple outings with friends. The money will vary with intention.

Add a simple base. I'm using rice, I saw a video where someone used Quinoa.

Then I put cinnamon, it can be powder or sticks, anything.

Then add some salt (table salt, pink himalayan salt, sea salt, any salt darling)

Then i put coffee. It can be those you put in a french press/machine, it can be instant coffee (even the ones with the milk solids or whatever it's called) or even coffee beans if you have them.

Then finally add some money. I add coins, since I'm from India, I put Ten and five rupee coins and probably 50 rupees in. And then I close it (because mine is a jar rn)

If yours is a bowl, I've had money come in when I light incense in it or if I put fresh incense ash in it. Also I used to put chips of Clear Quartz in it, but I lost quite a few so I don't anymore.

Keep the bowl/jar in your altar or a part where you can see it everyday. Light a candle beside it or place a crystal on top to charge the bowl/jar. Add some more coins or cleanse it every Thursday as (i think) it's the best day to manifest money.

[6leggedhorse]

Offering choices for Loki

We’ve all at some point or another given a deity an offering. Whether it was our first time or it was the 100th time doing so, either way we’ve done it before. But what do you offer the God of mischief, chaos and fire when he comes into your life? Well today we’re gonna figure it out so grab a cup of your favorite drink, get comfy and let’s figure this out.

Is Loki Picky?

Now when we all begin to work with a deity one of the things we look for is what that specific deity likes in terms of offerings. Some are rather picky and specific while others aren’t picky and are just happy to receive an offering. Rest assured that Loki isn’t picky, they’re pretty chill when it comes down to offerings.

So What CanI Give Loki?

For example, while I was in Primm, NV on my way back from Las Vegas, I got him a slot machine that is also a pencil sharpener. While on my way to Las Vegas as my boyfriend and I were in Barstow, CA I got Loki a California themed shot glass. I’ve also given him candy, (currently he has a Butterfinger, Naby Ruth, and 100 Grand) he also has crystals, some tiny sea shells I found at San Pedro, a shark tooth and I even made him a pipe cleaner flower. I also utilize my current job working with kids as an offering as well as Loki loves being around children, especially those who’re going through tough times. But if you really want to be specific with him, here are a few ideas on what to give him offering wise:

-🍺 Alcohol: beer, whiskey, the hard stuff if you will Loki has been known to enjoy alcoholic beverages. A great example would be to get those tiny shot bottles of Fire Ball or Jack Daniel’s and give them to him as an offering. You can even pour him a shot!

-🍭 Sweets: Candy, cake, donuts, chocolate, ice cream etc Loki LOVES sweet treats just as much as we do! A good example would be to give him some candy or set aside a desert plate of cake during a celebration and involving him in that sense is a pretty chill and easy way to give him an offering. HOWEVER do not let the food sit there for too long either as this may attract insects and food does good bad eventually so remember to throw it out or go outside and place the offering (AS LONG AS it doesn’t harm the local wildlife and is organic and biodegradable). If you can’t leave food out at all that’s un wrapped or just out in the open, offer Loki to enjoy the food or drink offering by enjoying it through you. Or if you have wrapped candy that has kinda sat there for a but on your altar, you can eat those too (I usually wait till Loki’s done with it, I feel it out and get the feeling of when they tell me “Okay I’m good and done with it you can have it now =D.”

-📿 Trinkets:Loki loves themselves a good trinket! Whether it’s a crystal, fossil or a lego figure he loves his trinkets! Bonus points if you get him something that is meaningful to him like buying him a snake toy or a wolf figurine.

-👩🏻‍💼 Works of Service: it makes Loki incredibly happy to see that his followers work with children, mentally ill folks, volunteer work (Ex. Soup kitchens, donations, animal shelters, non-profit organizations, social work etc). And as a social work major as well as now an intern at DPSS, it helps having more options for offerings to him and bonus bonus points for also selecting a career that involves working with children and families that are struggling to function or when someone is in trouble and need help. (Low key I’m a turbo nerd for Social Work, I was so excited at orientation on Thursday!)

-👃🏼Incense: Only do this if you’re able to, but Loki loves incense! Dragon’s blood, cinnamon, and wine/whiskey work best as they’re perfect for the androgynous trait for Loki; let’s not forget he’s a shapeshifter too. So when considering a scent to offer him, try to stay androgynous and try not to stick to one side of the gender spectrum.

Epilogue

Sorry for the late post guys, this week has yet again kicked my ass really hard. These next 9 months are going to be grueling as I will have school, internship, work and family boyfriend to juggle. Everyday I will be doing something unless told otherwise. I start school soon, which I’m excited for as I enjoy my school and they have plenty to do to keep me busy I’ll still have time to post! Just gotta find a block of time to yeet it in though. Anyways what do you offer to Loki? Any ideas would be helpful to those who are new or just want to keep things fresh! Please repost, like and comment to spread this around!

Interested in communicating with other followers of Loki? Join the sub Reddit r/lokean this subreddit also as plenty of resources to help you start your journey with Loki as well as communicating with other Lokeans!

Click the link if you’re interested! https://www.reddit.com/r/lokean/s/N09D5wOaOI

If the link doesn’t work, search up r/lokean in Reddit. Its profile picture is of Fenrir!

References

[p5x-theories]

Merope's Confidant

(last updated 12/21/24!)

This post documents the fully filled-in information on Merope gained through progressing her Confidant! It contains things that could be considered spoilers for her Confidant, as part of the information is a summary of its story. You can watch a translation of the events in Merope's Confidant here.

Merope is available in the evenings most days, when it isn't rainy. Her Confidant isn't tied to any social stat, but certain rank-ups do require the player to possess a particular Persona with a specific skill. The required Personas are: Jack Frost (with Lucky Punch), Neko Shogun (with Tarukaja), Lilim (with Attack Enhancement I), Unicorn (with Treatment Enhancement II), Byakko (with Bufudyne), Daisoujou (with Spirit Drain), and Dominion (with Matarukaja).

Her Confidant also requires changing a heart in Mementos.

Favorite Presents

(An asterisk (*) marks the special presents added with (and unlocked through) Miyu Sahara’s Confidant, which are liked by all Confidants currently in the game.)

AMN005's First Album The first album of the legendary female idol group AMN005 has collectible value.

Coasters The coasters on sale at maid cafes are popular with many people.

Penlight Glow Stick A penlight glow stick that emits soft yellow light will make your idols pay attention to you at a glance.

Idol Keychain An idol keychain made of acrylic material.

Maid Model This expensive maid model was once a popular product in maid cafes.

Cat Hairpin This kitten-shaped hairpin is very cute.

Luxury Sunglasses Sunglasses that can effectively block ultraviolet rays.

Latest Digital Camera The latest digital cameras not only have a higher resolution, but are also easy to operate.

Weight-Bearing Wristband Muscle training tool that can be used on both wrists and ankles. The weight can be adjusted freely.

Limited-Edition Keychain* This keychain has a unique shape, and is well-made, but there weren’t many of it produced. It has a certain collector’s value.

Bulk Snacks Value Pack* A combo pack containing a variety of traditional snacks that will remind people of the taste of childhood.

Advanced Essential Oil Combination* A value-for-money set of essential oils, with multiple functions to help you relax your mind and body.

Chestnut Cake* Fragrant chestnut cake with mild sweetness to suit most people’s tastes.

Musical Snow Globe* A snow globe that plays music, and can be shaken gently to make snow fall inside.

Desktop Incense Machine* A household incense machine that is small in size, so it can be placed anywhere.

Violets There are small violets hidden among the elegant white lilies, but they also have a unique charm to them.

Personal Information

Birthday: ?? Zodiac Sign: ?? Age: ?? Profession: ?? Height: 174cm Weight: ?? Blood Type: ?? Interest: Chasing stars Features: Throwing heavy objects...?

Story

Character Details A servant of Igor, the master of the Velvet Room, she faithfully and rationally carries out her master's instructions. Currently, she supports the activities of the Phantom Thieves as a dedicated receptionist.

Personal Data 1 Following Igor's orders, Merope searched in the human world for a way to help me, and creating the Phantom Idols was the answer she found.

Personal Data 2 As a dedicated receptionist, in order to better assist me, Merope developed a series of "special plans" to help me gain a deeper understanding of myself.

Personal Data 3 To Merope, an "idol" is an existence that responds to the needs of the world by creating a personality. She thinks that obtaining a Persona is similar to how an idol creates a stage persona. Her "special plans" were formulated on this basis.

Personal Data 4 But as her "special project" progresses, Merope seems to gradually realize that there are still some differences between me and an idol…

Personal Data 5 For the smooth advancement of her "special project", Merope hopes to find a role model for me to learn from by getting in touch with professional idols in Akihabara…

Personal Data 6 A girl named Narumi Nashimoto attracted Merope's attention, and Merope called her an outstanding idol. Merope launched a series of investigations into and contacts with Narumi, all in order to help me learn more about Narumi's job… at least, that's what Merope said.

Personal Data 7 In order to learn more about idols, Merope took me to participate in Narumi's photo session, and even did a lot of research into preparations beforehand. It's just that these preparations seemed to have little effect when she actually faced Naruru.

Personal Data 8 In the process of continuing to "observe" Naruru, we unexpectedly learned about Narumi's family background, and the fact that she was being exploited by an unscrupulous agent. In order to save Narumi, Merope commissioned me to change the heart of her evil producer.

Personal Data 9 I successfully changed her producer's heart, and the diligent Narumi finally received the treatment she deserved. She was so happy that she gave me and Merope tickets for her cafe's upcoming fan appreciation event. Seeing her smile from the heart, Merope was also very happy.

Personal Data 10 In order to better support Narumi, Merope taught me special CALL skills for idol fans. Through the advancement of her "special project", Merope and I have gained a lot. Though I don't know when it happened, it seems Merope also became a fan of me...

Voice Lines

Japanese VA: Yukari Tamura | Chinese VA: Hui Xu

(As I can only add up to ten audio files per post, I'll only include the Japanese lines below! Feel free to ask for the Chinese ones, though.)

I'm your receptionist, Merope. It's a pleasure to meet you.

I serve my master in the Velvet Room, the narrow place between dream and reality, mind and matter.

In order to avoid the coming ruin, I need to help you hone your desires.

My relationship with you...? I will make special plans for you, and you will put them into practice... Do you wish to have any other relationship?

You wish to know my arm strength...? Although this is not a difficult question to answer, please feel free to imagine for now.

Regarding my master, please forgive me for being unable to provide you with more information at the moment. Please understand.

As a fledgling idol, she also has experience in designing a persona... It's very lucky we met her. Please look forward to my next proposed special plan.

Confidant-Specific Bonuses

Rank 1 Road to Idols: The player gains access to the Contract function for summoning Phantom Idols.

Rank 5 Special Treat: Archangel's fusion is unlocked.

Rank 7 Ideal Image: Setanta's fusion is unlocked.

Rank 9 VIP Seats: Anubis' fusion is unlocked.

Rank 11 Under the Spotlight: Okuninushi's fusion is unlocked.

Rank 13 I Believe it is Justice: Narcissus' fusion is unlocked.

Rank 15 Fan Feedback: When fusing a 2- or 3-star Persona that's rank 4 or lower, there is a chance of gaining an additional Persona.

Rank 20 Dancing Alone in the Shadows: Kohryu's fusion is unlocked.

[withcameraandpen]

Sondam Week 2024, Day 6

Give it up for the Day 6 prompt, Future! I took some liberties with this one (as if I haven't been this whole time lol), but enjoy chapter 6 of The Despair Killings! You can read the rest on AO3 here!

Gundham marched across the gravel parking lot of Hope Springs Therapy, opened the door, and went inside. It was a quarter to twelve, which would fit in snugly with the average therapist’s schedule; Komaeda offered 45-minute sessions, and coming right before lunch meant Komaeda couldn’t rush off to some other appointment. Gundham had him trapped.

He waited patiently, sitting in a hardbacked wooden chair as he catalogued every inch of the room until the door to Komaeda’s inner sanctum opened. Komaeda emerged with a weary patient in tow, a young lady with auburn hair and freckles. Komaeda also looked tired, but he perked up when he saw Gundham waiting.

“Hello, Agent Tanaka,” he said. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

He stood. “I have more questions regarding a former client.”

“Of course.” Komaeda turned to the young woman. “We had a good session today, Mahiru. Do something nice for yourself.”

“I will,” said the young woman. “Thanks, Nagito.”

She nodded at both men and then left, heaving a sigh as she walked through the door. “Come with me, Agent,” said Komaeda. “Do you mind if I make myself some tea?”

“Not at all.”

Komaeda led him through a narrow hallway and into a modest kitchen at the back of the office. On the spindly table in the corner of the room sat a decorative incense burner that resembled the leaning tower of Pisa. “I hope you don’t mind incense, either,” said Komaeda as he picked up a box of incense sticks on the table. “I’m a firm believer in the restorative power of scent.”

“By all means.”

In short order, the incense was lit, its heady scent washing over the room. Komaeda opened a cabinet and pulled out a box of tea bags. “What can I do for you, Agent?”

“I was deliberating on the records your shared with us of Mister Kuzuryu’s visits,” he began. “I thought it odd how rarely Kuzuryu mentioned his wife’s death during your sessions, even though he’d been seeing you for over a year.” At first, he assumed it was Kuzuryu’s natural reticence to speak of a difficult loss, to say nothing of his potential involvement. But after fair Sonia shared her wisdom, Gundham saw sinister machinations in the doctor’s omission.

“Not for lack of trying,” Komaeda replied with a sigh. “But I wasn’t surprised. Even when they’re going to therapy, people hate talking about the reason they’re there.”

“What did he share with you? Did he ever allude to playing a role in the incident?”

Komaeda’s eyes flashed. “He’s still protected by client confidentiality, even after death.”

Gundham shook himself. Do not be hasty. “Indubitably.”

“Luckily, I can tell you one thing.” Komaeda poured a cup of water and put it in the microwave. “He never shared a specific reason for coming in, though he sought me out shortly after Peko’s death.”

“So that was merely interpretation.” Gundham found that hard to believe. “What do you make of Mister Kuzuryu also being stabbed by one of his wife’s swords?”

He frowned. “I don’t know what you mean. What am I supposed to make of it?”

“Well, it’s highly coincidental, isn’t it?”

“I think it’s sad.” His lips pursed. “And stunning beyond belief. But I suppose people find romance in rumor.”

“Do you believe Kuzuryu was innocent? Did he ever say so?”

Komaeda’s eyes flashed. “I can’t tell you that.”

Gundham was onto something. His reticence, his guarded demeanor, the sharpness in his eyes – yes, Gundham was close, indeed. “Did you ever treat Kazuichi Soda? He was the most recent murder victim.”

“The mechanic, right. It’s awful, isn’t it?” he said, his voice flat. “I can hardly keep them all straight anymore, which is its own kind of awful.”

“We are working our hardest.”

“Of course you are. My apologies, I meant no offense.”

The microwave beeped. Komaeda took out the mug and put the tea bag in, allowing it to steep as he turned back to Gundham. “I’m afraid Kazuichi wasn’t a client of mine.”

“How odd,” Gundham replied. “A friend of his told me he had seen you the day of his death.”

He shrugged. “Maybe in passing?”

“No, I’m afraid she was quite explicit. According to her, Mister Soda had a meeting with his therapist the day he was killed.”

“Must not have been me, then.” He shrugged, though his eyes were locked on Gundham. “Maybe he had an online therapist? In all likelihood, he did that or maybe went to the next town over to keep his treatment as private as possible.”

“I see. And what of the other victims? Did you ever treat Nekomaru Nidai and Ibuki Mioda?”

“No.” He sighed bitterly. “You know what town you’re in, don’t you? Around these parts, you can’t admit to being different in any way, and that includes needing mental health support. I hope all these people were seeking support, and I hope their friends and family seek it as well, now more than ever. No one should grieve alone.”

Gundham blinked. Something about Komaeda’s speech muddled his mind. “You seem to resent how people treat mental health here.”

“I think people would rather say they were having an affair than admit to seeing me.” The steam from the mug warmed his face, turning his cheeks rosy and giving his eyes a hazy look. “But if I have to be half the town’s mistress in order to heal them, so be it.”

Gundham’s mind turned to sticky black muck. His eyelids grew heavy. “May we open a window?”

Komaeda’s head tilted suddenly. “Do you use a lot of incense, Agent Tanaka?”

“I am accustomed to the smell, yes.”

“You must be. You’re very resilient.”

The world tilted suddenly. Gundham was falling, his head smacking against the countertop as he crashed to the ground. He tried to get up, but his limbs were too heavy, his arms lying still at his sides.

A smug grin grew on Komaeda’s face. He walked over to the incense burner, plucked the stick out, and then stuck it in his cup of tea. The end fizzled out.

“It’s impressive how long you lasted,” he said. “It was almost too much for me, even with the tea’s aroma blocking it out.”

Darkness called to Gundham, pulling him down to some cold, watery, unknowable depths. “It was only a matter of time till someone found the connection,” said Komaeda, opening a drawer. “I destroyed all their records, though I couldn’t resist keeping Fuyuhiko’s. What a fascinating subject!”

He knelt beside Gundham and pulled his limp wrists together, a zip tie in hand. “He admitted he killed his wife in our first session. He showed deep remorse, but at the same time, petrifying fear that he would be found out. People are so afraid, aren’t they? I’m starting to think real, genuine joy is just an absence of fear.

“When I made my mind up about what I had to do, I knew I had to take out any mention of Peko in my notes. We all had our suspicions, but that’s quite different from knowing for sure, isn’t it? He told me he plunged her own sword into her, enraged when she admitted she stepped out on him. With him dead, there’s only one other person in the world who knows which one it is.”

“The one you used on him?” Gundham wheezed.

Komaeda grinned. “The police are idiots, but even that’s too much of a coincidence for them.”

He snapped the zip tie around Gundham’s hands, cinching it so tightly that the plastic dug into his wrists. “The others?” Gundham choked out. “Is this what you did to the others?”

“Most of them.” Komaeda sat back on his heels, watching him. “But nothing lasts forever. I knew someone at some future point would figure me out, but I got pretty lucky it was you.”

Gundham’s tongue felt thick and numb. His eyes fluttered, growing heavier with each blink, as he asked, “Me?”

Komaeda’s grin widened. “Someone Witch Creek won’t miss.”

Sonia paced the length of her motel room, limping along as the sun crept down to the horizon. She’d been a ball of nerves since she and Gundham parted ways. The tension grew every minute until this one, when it finally became unbearable.

She unlocked the door and flew out of the motel room, marching to the car parked on the opposite side of the lot. The plainclothes police officers inside jumped when they saw her in the rearview mirror. The one in the passenger seat reached for the door, but the driver side officer held him back.

Sonia went to the driver’s side window and knocked. The officer rolled it down, staring at her with his surly, piggish eyes. “You shouldn’t be out here, y’know.”

“It’s an emergency. Have you heard from Agent Tanaka?”

“No,” he said gruffly.

“Neither have I, but he said he’d be back hours ago.”

The officer shrugged. “He’s not a predictable guy, in case you didn’t notice.”

“He’s not predictable, but he is reliable,” she retorted. “Aren’t you worried?”

“Matter of fact, I’m relieved.” The officer chuckled. “If he’s off on a bender, we might get to move on the case.”

“He could be hurt!” she exclaimed, aghast.

“He’s armed, ma’am. He’ll be fine.” He leaned out of the car. “But you won’t be unless you get back to your room and stop talking to us.”

“Is that a threat?”

“It’s a reminder that someone’s more concerned with you than the devil worshipper.”

She bit back a huffy retort and stormed back to her room, slamming the door behind her. She knew something was wrong. Why did Gundham go in alone? Had he told anyone about the connection between the victims, or that he was going to see that connection?

Even if he had, every other officer would probably dismiss him just like those other two. After that chilly reception, no wonder he saved his energy!

Calling the station wouldn’t help, either. They all thought he was a madman and his deduction would be dismissed as the ravings of one. Why was Witch Creek so stuffy and proud to the point it made them stupid?

She picked up one of the “evidence” boxes the police had brought her earlier, filled with the clothes and toiletries they smuggled out of her home to avoid rousing the killer’s suspicion. She pulled out sweaters and fleece-lined leggings, digging until she found her switchblade at the bottom.

She had asked for it as a safeguard, imagining she would keep it under her pillow as she slept. Now she stuck it in her pocket as she pulled on her jacket and boots, and then undid her ponytail and wound it back up into a bun. She walked over to the bed and crawled across it to the window.

She pushed the thin curtains aside. Through the window, she saw the busy highway and the McDonald’s right next to it, with a long line of cars wrapping around the building just in time for the drive-thru dinner rush. The police hadn’t put a sentry here in part because there just wasn’t anywhere to park a car where an officer could both hide and protect her, and also because it was too busy for someone to sneak in without being spotted. They never thought about someone sneaking out.

She knew she would be spotted and the gossip would make its way to her guards before long, so she had to move. “If it ain’t broke,” she muttered to herself as she climbed out the motel window, “don’t fix it.”

[dragons-bones]

FFXIV Write Entry #21: Ashes

Prompt: grave || Master Post || On AO3

A/N: Hello, friends. It's time for some tonal whiplash. In the second half of this fill, these WARNINGS APPLY: references to war and mass casualties; disrespectful treatment of the dead.

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“Suppose if you have to say one nice thing about fucking Gaius van Baelsar,” Eydis said in a low growl, “it’s that he insisted his bureaucrats keep track of everything.”

Synnove grunted, arms crossed and shoulders hunched in on herself, staring warily out before them. Tyr sat between them, ears pinned back flat to his head.

I don’t like this place, he boofed.

They were south of Ala Mhigo, on one of the plateaus that had once been used for religious rites. The shrine to Rhalgr that had existed here, once, had been razed during the Mad King’s time, as had the smaller one to his daughter Halone. It had been left empty, bare and open to storms and sky, ever since.

Except for one thing.

Eydis sighed, long and slow and tired, and lowered herself to sit cross-legged on the ground. Synnove joined her, and Tyr promptly loafed.

Together, the cousins took out various items from their packs: a brazier, carefully; sticks of incense; two flat honey cakes; a bottle of arak; five cups, never used, made of unglazed ceramic. Eydis dumped charcoal into the brazier, and Synnove lit it with a snap of her fingers, then both of them lit the incense sticks with the brazier’s new crackling flame before burying the ends of each stick into the ground. Tyr unloafed just long enough to pat the ground once, soft as a feather, and the earth sealed tight around each incense stick.

Synnove uncorked the arak, and poured a dram into each of the little ceramic cups. As she did that, Eydis broke one honey cake into quarters: one quarter she tossed out onto the open plateau, the other three into the brazier. She did the same with the second, humming all the while.

One cup in front of Eydis, one in front of Synnove, one in front of Tyr, and the other two were set within the coals and broken honey cakes of the brazier. Almost immediately, the arak in the last two cups began to sizzle.

Synnove wrapped her arms around Tyr’s neck and rested her cheek on top of his head. Tyr snuggled close and began his deep, bone-rattling purr. Eydis leaned back on her hands, watching the smoke from the incense and brazier twist and curl as it rose into the growing gloom of dusk.

“Will you tell Ma about this?” Eydis said, when half the arak in the brazier cups had steamed away.

Synnove let out a slow breath. “If she asks directly, yes,” she said. “Otherwise…no.”

Eydis nodded, humming in approval, and they fell back into easy silence.

When the last of the arak had joined the incense and the strongest smell that lingered was honey, Eydis and Synnove picked up their cups and tossed back the arak in them. Tyr lapped at what was in his cup, making a face, but finishing it anyway.

The coals with the ashen remains of the honey cakes and used incense and cups—all five—were laid in a shallow hole that Tyr dug. The remaining arak in the bottle was poured over the detritus, the bottle then shattered to join it all, and finally it was all covered and packed down. The brazier was cleaned and packed away.

And then Eydis and Synnove and Tyr left. They did not look back.

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“I hate burial detail.”

Vultures circled, bodies rotted, and fucking G’atoh oen Potitus bitched about every work detail he was on. Dantro rolled his eyes. He’d told the miqo’te to shut up multiple times already, no use wasting any more breath on it.

At least they were nearly done.

He hauled himself up into the cart, stomping to the back to grab the last body under its armpits and dragging it backwards. Always so efficient, the Black Wolf’s war machine: Ala Mhigo hadn’t been wearing Garlean tri-color even a day before the dead were being pulled off the streets and the blood and soot being washed away. Garlean officers, of course, were put in cold storage and sent back to Garlemald; the rank-and-file were either sent home (Garleans) or buried in hastily dug soldiers’ cemeteries side by side (everyone else), though the latter was still accompanied by formal eulogies and a soulless ceremony the Black Wolf would pontificate at.

The enemy dead got large pits made by warmachina, dug miles away from where they’d been slaughtered so they wouldn’t contaminate the water their conquerors would drink.

Dantro reached the edge of the cart, hopped down, and then hauled the body after him, long inured to the metal and meat thunk of dead weight hitting the ground. One step, second step, edge of the pit. Drop the armpits, step to the side, plant his boot into the side, and push the corpse into the pit.

This one landed face up, the noon sun catching a glint of a buckle hammered into the shape of a wolf’s head on leather armor. Gold eyes on both the wolf and the corpse’s face stared sightlessly into the sky.

Dantro noted the bullet between its eyes and grunted. At least he’d gone quick. “Consider yourself lucky,” he muttered. “You won’t have to see this new world they’re trying to build.”

G’atoh dropped the last body from the cart he’d been working on and it shifted the pile in this spot; the corpse Dantro had pushed in slid to the side, revealing another one of similar coloring: dark skin, red hair, gold eyes. A silver wolf on his armor, too. Maybe an uncle, or father. Poor bastards.

He pounded on the back of the cart, and it began to move back towards the city for another load. Dantro would be stuck here, too, until nightfall. But better burial detail than clearing the city of any remaining insurgents. Stiffs couldn’t knife you in the back.

Before he moved away, he paused. Turned back to the edge of the pit, looking down. He pushed the visor of his helm up, rolling his neck—and spat.

To anyone watching, it looked like derision, contempt for the dead; not unusual, especially from Garleans, especially when the Black Wolf couldn’t see. But in Dalmasca, giving water to the dead was one of the few things Dantro’s people had left after the Garleans stripped them of their gods and their pride. It was all he could do now, for a people about to have the same done to them.

Dantro pulled his visor back down and walked away to report to the beancounters keeping meticulous track of the number of bodies and where in the city they’d come from. As he did, he saw the flamethrower crews coming forward. Huh, maybe he could be back in his bunk at a reasonable hour, then, if they weren’t going to add more to the pile.

High above, vultures circled. And then the dead burned.

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[eddiemunsonappreciationsociety]

My Word Is My Bond

Part Two: You're addictive, so indicative of my inhibitions

After Eddie leaves, I stare at where he sat for a minute or so. I am trying to calm my heart down, but it's not working, thumping a groove into my ribs. I take another steadying breath, grab my bag and leave without even saying goodbye to Stella.

The night is dark, I am incredibly skittish as I walk the short way from the bar to home. My platform boots click along the cobbled streets as I wind down the back alley to get to the stairs that lead to the flat above my shop. I quietly head up the metal stairs to my door, finding my hands shaking as I try to put the key in the right lock. My fingers fumble and they fall to the floor.

Fuck.

As I rifle through my bag I can hear Chance scratching at the door, wanting to see me. I quickly find the little glass vial with black pepper in it and sprinkle it over the dropped keys before picking them up and letting myself in. My large french mastiff jumps at me, drooling with happiness. I allow myself to be briefly comforted by the familiar smell of lavender and smoke and the feeling of Chance's soft fur under my fingers. As soon as the doors locked behind me I head to the largest bedroom, which I have turned into my workroom, followed by the dog's nails softly clicking on the wooden floor as she sticks to my side.

Every wall is covered in large, rosewood bookshelves, three of the walls of square cubby holes are filled with ingredients, crystals, little vial bottles, and other elemental objects needed in my work and life. The last wall of shelving is filled with books,  framing a huge rosewood desk, cluttered with half-unfurled scrolls, crystals, and half-made spell jars.

I quickly get to work,  first gathering all the obsidian I can, going around the flat, and placing them on my doorways and windows, anywhere that could potentially be an entrance into my home. My eyes search my bookshelves, looking for the cracked leather spine of Protecting Yourself from the Supernatural.

I find it, find the page on vampire repellents and grab some glass jars and vials and begin stuffing them with garlic, rosemary, and salt - stopping briefly as the smell of these ingredients reminded me of roast potatoes - before continuing to add some moon water, silver shavings, and cemetery dirt.

Once I have three of these jars assembled I begin to place them around the flat, before going to my alter, I fill the cup with red wine, and the bowl with salt and pour frankincense over these before placing my keys next to these offerings.

"I invoke the power of Janus, and offer these gifts in exchange for safety this night, please keep me safe in my home and do not allow anyone with bad intentions to cross my thresholds." I murmur as I light the incense stick in its holder.

I bow my head, reciting the blessing again and once my ritual is done I feel myself relax. Exhaustion creeps into me. I climb off the floor and head to my bedroom. The majority of the floor space is taken up by my huge bed, I dive into my duvet, Chance already snoring on it, head barely hitting the pillow before I'm falling asleep, my last fleeting thought of smoldering dark eyes.

The next morning the sunlight creeps over my still fully dressed body, waking me gently. I feel so rested it takes a moment for me to remember last night. Panic grabs at my heart briefly but it dissipates quickly, replaced by a feeling I am surprised by. It's almost a yearning, I want to see Eddie again.

Why?

Do I have a death wish?

Let's not go down that road.

I try and shake my head free of these thoughts as I pull myself out of bed and head to the kitchen to feed the furbaby. I begin to boil sweet potatoes and pull salmon out of the fridge. Chance is padding around the kitchen, tail wagging as I make her breakfast.

"You eat better than I do." I laugh as I mash more vegetables with fish oil and walnut oil.

Just as the potatoes are nearly done I switch on the coffee machine, head to the bathroom, and start running the bath.  

"We're multitasking today Little Miss," I say to Chance as she stands in the bathroom doorway, glaring at me for daring to do anything other than focus on her food.

I head back into the kitchen, ignoring my reflection as I catch sight of it, insane hair and makeup remnants all over my face. I finish the dog's food, mashing sweet potatoes and salmon into the bowl and placing it on the floor next to her freshly filled water bowl. I drop a little bowl of coconut water next to the others for her and I see her glance at it as she dives facefirst into her sweet potato.

The coffee machine makes a noise letting me know it's ready to go and I fix myself an iced oat latte, finally adding a dash of vanilla syrup, in my favourite pink glass, taking it into the bathroom, my rolling box tucked under my arm, to finish running my bath. My bathroom shelves are just a smaller version of my crafting room - vials of essential oils, dried flowers and plants, crystals and even some homemade bath bombs.

I grind up weed, dried rose, lavender, and some CBD flower and roll myself a serenity joint. I spark it, turn the taps off and begin to smoke as I throw various things into the bath to make me feel a little better. The smell of my house and shop, and sometimes me, can be overwhelming for some people but it's unavoidable in my line of work and my genes.

I throw in pink Himalayan salt, rose water, jasmine, and dried rose in the steaming bath and sink into the water. The burn is soothing to my body. I smoke my joint and sup my iced coffee, enjoying the tingly sensation of the water, the bath spell seeping its way into my skin and soul. I let my head sink under the water and allow myself to be submerged.

It's only after I have sat in the water for half an hour I realise what I have been sitting in. I jump out of the bath so quickly that I get water everywhere. I pull the plug and step into the shower to try and cleanse myself of the love spell bath I'd just been sat in.

What the fuck is wrong with me.

My mind flashes with brown eyes and a lopsided smile.

Fuck.

My subconscious is a horny bitch.

[moononmyfloor]

Hi Producer (正好遇见你) Infodump

Disclaimer: I have no idea about the accuracy of the information shared in the drama, I'm merely transcribing for future reference purposes. Proceed with caution!

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Ep 15: Incense Cont. (Part 1)

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Chinese incense culture lasted for thousands of years since Pre-Qin and has gradually transitioned from a traditionally handcrafted industry to a large scale production of contemporary times. Incense factories, manufacturing bases of all sizes have sprung up. The combination of ancient recipes and modern production has ended up in lots of popular fragrances for everyday use. In some regions it's a default career choice. A lot of them continue to refuse collecivise and modernise and insist on traditional methods. The process from the collection of materials to finalising, it's a communication between people and nature. It requires customising the fragrance to suit the customers' needs and tempermant, therefore cannot be replicated by machines.

Incense allows one to remove impurities, calm minds and nourish the soul. It is elegant, classy and art. The people who inherit this come from different walks of life. Some are ordinary folk who wish to make a living and some are artists who stick to their roots. There are senior experts who are hidden among the crowds, never to be found.

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Detergent Cake Making Machine | Detergent Cake Plodder Machine

Detergent Cake Making Machine | Detergent Cake Plodder Machine

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[awrldalone]

4th September 2023

Today I finished moving into my new apartment. It took a few days, but now I think I have finally settled. A lot has happened in the months since my previous entry, almost a whole year has passed – I stopped writing because everything felt so repetitive, and constantly talking about it made me feel stuck in this murky whirlpool of cold days and aimless studying. I was drowning in myself, repeating the same words, complaining about the same problems. Endlessly. 

I felt like a stick of wood stuck in the river current, an abandoned lighthouse in the storm.

Typing does not come as easy now. Documenting everything paralyzes me. Part of me feels betrayed: how dare I write about what I did today when there is no record of yesterday, of the months from February to August? I dare.

I visited a Musée Cernuschi today. It is an impressive collection of Asian art, mainly from China and Japan and Vietnam, collected by one of those nineteenth century rich French men. The sheer size of some of the sculptures stunned me. An extremely detailed bronze dragon, which was an incense burner, a winding tiger covered in some golden metal and an enormous statue of buddha got all of my attention, but the pottery was also, simply, pretty. Mundane things have a right to be pieces of art – in an ideal world a small bowl should be no less beautiful than Botticelli's Madonna della Melagrana. For this reason I have been struggling to buy things, stuff for my apartment. 

It's a small room at the sixth floor of a beautiful old building, no elevator. I can see the roofs of Paris from my window. I am living in Paris now and it feels... odd. Some might say it feels like a dream, but everything feels so real, material, concrete. It's not perfect, and i know that living here will be hard, but it's better. 

Moving has not gone smoothly, I had to take care of a lot of things, like signing an electricity contract and changing the washing machine and cleaning for hours, but now I'm here, on my bed, listening to music from my phone and trying not to use up all my internet data before I get WIFI installed. 

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February I got back together with my boyfriend. Everything is still so complicated, but right after I went back to Maastricht I left, without telling anyone, not even my parents, and I flew all the way to Lyon with only a few sweaters and my history of law textbook in my bag. I spent a few days with him, and everything was perfect again.

Then, during carnival we went to the mountains together. He tried to teach me how to ski, and I failed miserably, falling in the snow countless times. His parents own a little apartment, furnished with a warm wood that makes it feel smaller than it is, but never claustrophobic. He got sick and I played doctor, but it was all just an excuse for him to skip his classes and for me to stay at his place. 

In March, it was his turn to come. It was a snowy month, cold, not much happened– he stayed over for a weekend. I installed a DS emulator on his laptop and we played Pokémon instead of studying, and I started doubting everything again. I always doubt everything. I still don't know if it's meticulousness or an unnerving inability to let myself have good things. We made chocolate covered strawberries, but the chocolate was not tempered and the fruit was wet. 

We saw each other about once a month. My old glasses broke as I picked them up after having washed my face. The frame split without a word or a warning, and one of the lenses fell to the ground.

Once, in April, he came to Venice as I went back home for a few days during Easter. At the end of the month I went all the way to Lyon by bus and train, stopping in Lille for a few hours. Lille is a peculiar city, it feels more Belgian than French, the only way to describe it is a city proud to have been built at the border between two countries. 

After my university's MUN, in May, I took the bus again to Lille, and the train again to Lyon, because M.'s university was having an end of year party. Then, we did not see each other for a long time. I got into Sorbonne. I was waitlisted at first, and I spent a few days biting my nails at the library, among all the medicine students. 

I took a train to Paris in June to look for an apartment. I spend a few weeks between Venice and Rome with a Korean friend of mine. I travelled through central Italy – Assisi and Firenze and Siena – with some friends. 

A lot happened. A lot. But if I started writing down everything I would not be faithful to time. It irks me to see that the most eventful moments have been centered around my relationship. I am my own person, and the passage of my time should not be dictated by kisses. Love cannot be my metronome. I am not sure if I am happy to be in a relationship: Ce. and I talked about this a few weeks ago, in Florence, and we both agreed that making decisions while in high waters is always a bad idea. She was also in high waters, with her mouth under the waves. I need to let things fall into place before I can understand my feelings fully. Perhaps writing about them will help clear out my head. Perhaps I can't just wait for things to sort them out by themselves, I need to keep unraveling this ball of yarn just to roll it back up. 

Ago ergo sum. Our mandate is to create. 

-c.