#Leisure/Arts/Hospitality

[mensministry]

LILELO (Little Leisure Lodge), Grazzano Badoglio, Asti, Italy,

Atelier LAVIT

[westcoastmidnightrun]

NEOM SAUDI ARABIA AN EPIC DISASTER IN THE WINGS

The Kingdom of Saudi Arabia via various popular online press outlets and venues (such as MSN) have been leaking their plans for a new Mega City on the eastern flank of the kingdom, known as NEOM and also dubbed The Line.

The Kingdom is touting this new milestone in urban design to be on par with modern marvels of engineering and construction, something to behold along the lines of Egypt’s fabled pyramids – and to compete with Singapore’s Marina Bay, Dubai’s Marina, Jumeirah’s Burj Al Arab (the distinctive hotel shaped like a sailboat), and most recently Burj El Khalifa, one of the tallest buildings in the world – all of which are pre-eminent business, visitors and tourist destinations in Asia.

However, it would seem the price tag for this ambitious project originally estimated at One Trillion US dollars is now edging closer, per some sources, to $2.5 Trillion US dollars and many of its grandiose features and plans will have to be trimmed, cut back, or removed entirely from the project destined to open (in phases I would surmise) starting in 2035.

What is believed to the kingdom’s most ambitious undertaking yet, the region’s DISNEYLAND, so to speak, and perhaps a new economic engine for the region and the Kingdom, could also be one step closer to the undoing of the current boom enjoyed throughout the Persian Gulf region, from Kuwait and the Emirates to Saudi.

What exactly are we alluding to? Allow us to explain in an upcoming revue segment to be featured in West Coast Midnight Run’s Lifestyles section of the Kiosk.

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Visit us often as we develop this segment and several others for your curiosity and pleasure, we have additional segments in the works, including an overview of the Paris Olympics, prelude revues to tentpole movies such as the 2025 Superman from new studio creative James Gunn and The Fantastic Four from the new Disney/Marvel and Fox Studios conglomerate, as well as several fashion collections sneak peeks.

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[grimalkenkid]

“The Kind of Person I Wanted Back Then”

(Had a burst of inspiration thanks to @havanillas art of Aventurine with a baby, so have this angsty-yet-hopeful Drabble! Enjoy?)

Aventurine knew his place; he was a tool for the Strategic Investment Department to deploy in situations deemed too risky or underhanded for any of the other Stonehearts. He was basically disposable, a pawn who was nevertheless useful if he could turn the tides at a pivotal moment. So it came as little surprise when Diamond sent him to once again “offer” the IPC’s aid to a particularly stubborn border planet that refused to ally with the Amber Lord against the Antimatter Legion.

Even from orbit, Aventurine saw the scorched craters where once-thriving cities stood, though the sight couldn’t hold a candle to the devastation he witnessed firsthand in his opinion. Of course, he would offer his sympathies or condolences when he met with their leader, but he wouldn’t sugarcoat anything. If Diamond thought a gentle touch would get through their thick skulls, then he would’ve sent Topaz.

The negotiation went about as well as expected. Their leader was a tough, old soldier, determined to maintain his people’s independence. However, Aventurine had seen enough of the crumbling masonry and hastily-set tents along the outskirts to sense the cracks in the man’s resolve.

“Give the IPC a controlling share in the planet’s geothermal energy market, and you’ll have the Preservation’s protection.” The words burned his tongue, bitter and acrid.

Like they should have protected the Avgin…

Aventurine left the meeting having given the leader a few offers to ponder and many possibilities to chew on. He was certain they’d come around and agree to the IPC’s terms. Eventually, everyone did.

There were few casinos still operating within the city, having lost most of their clientele to leisure activities less reliant on luck. A shame, Aventurine thought, and so he returned to the small space-port, texting Stelle to pester her into playing online poker. They were two hands deep when a laser-scorched shuttle made an abrupt landing nearby.

Dozens of injured civilians and soldiers rushed out. Aventurine hung back, keeping out of their way as they undoubtedly hurried to the nearest hospital or, more likely, a first aid kit. He tried not to think of how powerless he was right then. For all his wealth, he couldn’t actually protect anyone. Only the IPC could wield that kind of power, and he was little more than their puppet.

With a heavy-hearted sigh, Aventurine tried to turn his attention back to his game, but a lone figure lagging behind the rest of the refugees caught his gaze first. It was a small child, his awkward gait a sign that he had just barely learned to walk. He stumbled about aimlessly, his wide eyes watery and darting everywhere. Before a single thought formed in his head, Aventurine had already pocketed his phone and strode over to the confused child.

The instant the child saw Aventurine approaching him, he abandoned his wandering and stumbled as fast as his little legs could carry him towards the only adult who even seemed to notice him. Aventurine knelt down in front of the kid, his heart nearly stopping as he saw his eyes clearly, with the distinctly two-colored irises of a Sigonian.

“Where are your—?” Aventurine started, but his question would have to wait as the kid slammed into his chest, clawing at his waistcoat and sobbing as only a frightened child could.

Whatever questions Aventurine had could wait. He slowly brought his hands up and wrapped the poor kid in an awkward hug. He wasn’t supposed to be the one who offered comfort, shouldn’t be the one people trusted. Wasn’t supposed to be a person, just a tool, a pawn. And yet this kid was clinging to him like a lifeline. The least Aventurine could do was give him reassurance in return.

He patted the kid’s head, speaking softly until his tears dried and his breathing grew steady. Only then did Aventurine lift him into his arms, whispering a comforting lie as he returned to the city,

“Now, let’s go find your parents.”

Hours later, and Aventurine had the answer he’d known all along. The kid’s parents were dead, and no one would take him in. Of course they wouldn’t; why would anyone take in a Sigonian? To do so would be asking to invite a future thief and liar into one’s house.

But Aventurine was already a liar. A murder. A loser.

As the kid fell asleep in his arms, Aventurine returned to his ship, shutting himself away from the prying eyes of his subordinates. He sat down in the first chair he saw and finally let his own tears fall.

“I’ll take care of you,” he swore with all the kindness and tenderness that remained in his scarred heart. “I won’t leave you to fend for yourself. I’ll protect you… I promise.”

And he meant it.

[halodwolf]

hi everyone. i wasn't sure i was going to ever actually open commissions again but desperate times call for desperate measures. those who know me know my whole deal but for those who don't - hi! my name's seren. i'm a two-spirit mixed indigenous transmasc living in florida with my boyfriend and our three cats. my boyfriend was recently in a pretty nasty car accident that totaled our beloved and dearly missed car. thankfully and very luckily he's okay, but now we are without transportation and he's no longer able to get to his job an hour away. i will probably be able to get him a job with me, but either way we simply do not have the funds to pay for the upcoming expenses of getting a new car, hospital bills, court fees, and whatever else may crop up out of this whole ordeal.

despite it being the height of the season at my full-time retail job, my hours have been cut and we have explicitly been denied overtime despite being allowed to for the last three years. therefore, i am opening up emergency commissions in hopes of bringing in some extra money to help keep us afloat as i am finding it increasingly hard to pay rent on top of everything we're going to have to pay for now.

details are listed above and for examples of my work, i have a very extensive art tag that you can browse through at your leisure. payments will be done through p/ypal, half upfront and the remaining when you are sent the finished piece. i will update you at whatever your convenience may be and we can discuss this, but generally it would be sketch -> colors -> final. please keep in mind that i do work a full-time job and only have certain days out of the week to work on art, but generally nothing should take longer than a week and most projects will be finished in a day if possible. for inquiries or questions you can dm me here or on discord @/halodwolf

for those who may just feel generous or enjoy what i do without wanting any art out of me, i have a ko-fi here.

thank you so much for taking the time out of your day to read this and consider my plea. have a good one

[gabessquishytum]

Hob is working his way up through the Endless Leisure organization. He wants to be a head of security or GM for one of their resorts one day - he's got all the hospitality education and his MBA and this summer he's working as staff at one of his favorite of the properties. When it's time for his promotion he wants to have all the relevant experience so he can run his Endless resort as well as possible.

Dream might have a little crush on Robert "Hob" Gadling. Hob has been working for the family company since they were both in high school, Hob spent an initial summer as an intern. Dream never had much of an interest in the family business - and with his art career slowly taking off he didn’t have to, but if anyone could convince Dream to pay attention to the *business* it would be Hob.

But Hob is so focused on getting ahead in the company, he can't have noticed Dream even existed. When Dream hears (he might have an email alert set up 👀) that Hob is working at one of the higher end adult focused (the one with the nude/semi nude private beaches and skimpiest staff uniforms) resorts all summer, he might have offered to do an artist's residency (teach a few painting/pottery classes for guests and/or produce a giant piece of art of the resort's lobby) so that he could be there at the same time. Maybe Hob would notice him then.

Hob wasn't in high enough position at the resort (by design) to be briefed on the fact that one of the Endless children would be staying at the resort for a few months. He just heard the gossip that an uber VIP was staying at the resort and could have whatever they wanted; he also heard that the resort was going to offer (sexy??) art classes once a month. All of that was (unrelated) interesting, Hob guesses, but at the time he was a little more concerned that he was busting out if his uniform short shorts - sure this resort is for adults, but Hob is many levels of indecent in these shorts and the less said about the lifeguard speedo, the better.

The first time Hob realizes that (the gorgeous) Dream Endless was the VIP/new art teacher, Hob happens upon him swiming gloriously naked in his private pool. Dream had always been the one Endless to turn Hob's head. Hob was never happier than when he realized Dream could care less about the Endless business, if Hob had to be around Dream more frequently, he would still be an intern.

Akajsjdhdhs resort au babies!!!! They're so cute, I love it. I'm imagining that Hob absolutely drops the tray of drinks he was carrying when he sees Dream swimming nude. And then Dream hops out of the pool to help clear up, and Hob nearly dies because all of his blood rushes to his dick so fast. Needless to say, the teeny tiny uniform shorts do absolutely nothing to hide his half-chub problem.

Dream is so sweet and nice to Hob!! He helps sweep up the glass and (regrettably) slips into a robe, insisting that he'll help refill the drinks and come with Hob to explain to the other guests why he's late. He wouldn't want Hob to get in trouble! It's funny, Hob has heard so many of the managers talking shit about Dream and his snooty, entitled attitude... but he's not like that at all! Hob has always fancied him but now he's crushing so hard, it's a little bit embarrassing.

Dream even invites Hob to one of his art classes. He'll have to act as an assistant and help the guests, but Dream promises that afterwards he'll give Hob a tutorial... one on one. Poor Hob knows that he's going to be the most useless employee in the entire resort whenever he's around Dream from now on. He can't stop envisaging the gorgeous man naked...

Their one on one painting session breaks so many of the resort's rules for employees, Hob is almost certain he's going to get fired. But God, its worth it. He can get another nothing job, but he'll never have anyone like Dream naked in his arms again.

In the morning, Hob wakes up to a promotion, and an invitation to join Dream at breakfast. Apparently he wants to talk about Hob’s new position as assistant head of security... and check for sure that Hob has the body and stamina for the job. Needless to say, Dream already knows the answer to that!

[ominouspuff]

what would be on your art creation wish list? something you haven’t drawn yet for whatever reason?

Ohoho, ROOK. This is a difficult question, but I love it.

I have a few private answers, but one I can share is an animation dream. I admire Hayao Miyazaki as an artist, and respect his philosophy. I am very serious about wanting to create traditional frame-by-frame films someday, especially ones that likely would fall under the same ‘genre’ of stories.

At the moment, this is beyond me. I’m practicing frame-by-frame animation, but it will be a long process. Here’s a piece for reference:

I have many animation dreams, some more serious and dear to me than others.

For my current Star Wars interest (and just for kicks and practice) I’d love to put together a short end-credits style piece about my RepGA AU, like a wholesome epilogue, or a happier-ending AU to my AU that may not feature all these happy endings precisely.

A few scenes that would feature:

- Plo Koon stepping out of a train-transport onto what is clearly a foreign planet’s platform, with much alien tropical vegetation, wearing a sun hat and followed by first one, then two, then the entirety of his battalion all decked out for a vacation and parading like ducklings (Wolffe is wearing colorful shorts alongside the equivalent of an incredibly thick, tough mountain shacket and combat boots).

- Ahsoka waving out of a train transport, grinning happily as it comes into the station, and the camera panning to see Anakin and Padme very worn, leaning on eachother with signs of recent hospital stay, and Rex right next to them grinning like a fool and holding both twins in his arms (Anakin has a hand pointedly resting on Luke’s head around Rex’s back, so that he essentially is a hen clutching the entire party to his person, visually).

- Fox and Cody in whatever counts as intensive care with healers in the vicinity. They are bickering about the weird hospital food that transcends all AUs and dimensions.

- Obi-Wan digging through rubble to help with cleaning up the wreckage of a sub-city in Coruscant, pausing to catch his breath while Alpha-17 both makes fun of him and walks over leisurely with a water bottle for him. Nearby, a team effort comprised of engineering tools used in a way not quite intended by the designers and Fordo’s raw strength launches an enthusiastic Wolffe up into a second-floor they were having trouble accessing, through a hole in the wall.

There are more, but they would give spoilers.

[the-fiction-witch]

Mrs Dawkins P28 -31

Media The Artful Dodger

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack X Reader

Rating Sweet + Flirty

Series: Mrs Dawkins

P1 - P5 P6-P10 P11-13 P14-17 P18-22 P23-27

I giggled like a school girl getting into my sweet floral dress for today's courting date, of course, Jack had to agree on it all with my father when he came, he couldn't just turn up at my window and ask me out for the afternoon even if we both wished it could be so simple, but he came and asked my father for permission which he granted so I washed up and got into my dress scampering down the stairs to meet him at the door.

"Good Afternoon Doctor Dawkins,"

"Good Afternoon Miss Everset." 

We both smiled like children excited for what was in all fairness, especially an adult playdate, Given Miss Hardcastle had to chaperone is as my father was busy with work.  She wasn't thrilled, we weren't thrilled but such are the rules. 

"Shall we go then?"

"Yes of course," I smiled as I let him take my arm but immediately before our hands even touched through my cotton gloves Miss Hardcastle slapped the back of my hand as a stern reminder so I didn't take his hand even if I wanted to. 

But he led me out to the gardens and we took a leisurely stroll in the sunshine using my parasol to protect him too from the intense sun, as we chatted doing our best not to talk about anything too secret as Miss Hardcastle followed along behind us listening and watching us like a hawk. 

"Miss Hardcastle you're welcome to go in and return to your book I assure you all will be proper and above board," I told her trying to convince her to go away and leave Jack and me alone for a while, 

"Ummm I'm sure you'd like that wouldn't you." She playfully glared, "If your father found out I left a courting couple alone there would be anarchy. Sorry though it may be for all of us, it must be done."

"You're really going to follow us around for six months?"

"It appears I am," 

"Please, get ten minutes," I begged, 

She rolled her eyes, "Ten minutes not a second more I will meet you both at the kitchen door." 

"Thank you!" I smiled Jack happily grabbed my hand and yanked me off with him into the gardens finding our bench and sitting down using my parasol as a cover to sit and chat, even exchanging a few sweet kisses, we talked about his work, my little hobbies here, about books and business as courting couples, do now with the threat of discovery gone our hands intertwined our lips often shared kisses, and our words could be more of what we wished them to be "Ohh Jack I wish this is how our courtship could be."

"I do too, I suppose we just have to savour the sweet moments we are alone together,"

"I shall, I will hold these moments so tightly Jack," I cooed, "come on if we don't go she'll come looking for us."

"Of course," he nodded giving my lips a sweet kiss, but eventually we pulled back and started on our walk back to the kitchen door to meet Miss Hardcastle, 

"Do you think once we're engaged they'll let up a bit?"

"I hope so, but that's six months away Jack,"

"Ummm don't remind me,"

"Oh?"

"Six months is a long time, being chaperoned and watched," He said putting his hands on my waist and turning me to him as we stood beside the pound, "without being able to kiss you, and hold your hand, and hold you close to me, without being able to... touch you."

"There is always the window,"

"True, but how many times a week can I come sneaking in your window before someone notices, and we have to be quiet in case someone hears us," he explained, "and I'll be honest darling... that's a tall tree I wish I had the strength to climb it every day but let's face it a long day at the hospital and as much as I want to see you my arms aren't going to be able to climb that tree."

"I know... Perhaps I can sneak out some nights,"

"You can't darling, your father or Miss Hardcastle comes to check on us I can hide If I'm there, if you are missing we'll surely be discovered. As much as I would adore to have my darling cuddled up to warm my bed waiting for me to get back from work, we cannot take the risk."

I sighed, "Well as you said we shall just have to savour our time alone together."

"We do, all although I wish these six months could pass in an instant so we could kiss and cuddle without the rules."

"I'm sure when we look back at this time after our engagement we will wonder how we ever waited."

"I know we will." He cooed, "That doesn't stop me from wishing it was now,"

"It doesn't, I wish it was too."

"One final kiss for today before we have to go back to being... propper.?"

"Well, how can I say no?" I smiled giving his lips a soft sweet kiss which he happily returned, we held this kiss for as long as we could never wanting this moment to end, I held his shirt softly and he pulled my waist closer as our kisses got deeper and deeper I began to feel weightless and we both wanted to get closer and closer until suddenly we fell into the pound,

I squealed feeling the ice-cold water, moss and lilypads all over me.

"Ohh fuck sorry y/n!" Jack quickly said as he tried helping me up from the water given my dress immediately became heavy with the water's weight seeing he too was covered in water, moss across his clothes and hair, 

"It's alright not your fault Jack," I said quickly getting to my feet with his help but as I saw him I couldn't help but laugh at him, "You look ridiculous!"

"I have to say you don't look much better," He laughed, "Ohh lily pad in your hair," he chuckled picking it out for me,

"Thank you" I smiled giving him a sweet kiss but I picked up a pile of slimy moss as we kissed and threw it at his face,

"Ahh! Ohh you're gonna get it now darling!" He smirked grabbing some mud from the bottom of the pound,

"Jack...Jack don't-" I pleaded but he threw it onto my chest making me scream "JACK!"

"yes! Right on target!"

"Ughh you can't throw mud at a lady!" I yelled grabbing some allege and slapping him across the face with it 

"You started it!" He laughed, grabbing water in his hands and pouring it down my dress

"Ahhhh Jack!" I whined, 

as this soon turned into an all-out mud, moss, and water fight anything we could get our hands on we laughed and threw at one,

"Okay. Okay. I subseed. I surrender my darling. you win." he said putting his hands up to surrender,

"Alright, you promise no more."

"I promise no more."

"I don't know if i trust you."

"I'm gonna be your husband and you can't trust I'm not going to throw a Lilly pad at you?" 

"No,"

"I promise,"

"Good I promise too,"

"Perfect," he smiled giving my lips a sweet kiss, "Now come on let's head back or we will be in trouble." he chuckled and climbed out before he helped me out too and we strolled through the garden dropping water and mud as we went before arriving back to the kitchen door where Miss hardcastle stood waiting angrily given we were very very late and of course, she looked at our states both soaked in water, mud and god knows what from the pound.

"I swear... there is a good explanation for this." I told her, 

I smiled as I waited excitedly by the door with Miss Hardcastle beside me, I adjusted my white velvet gloves on my wrist and flattened my dark blue dress, making sure to make my small blue hat pin stay through my hair while also being careful not to have the end stab me in the neck at any point, I jumped excitedly as the door knocked and I wanted to bolt over but Miss Hardcastle stopped me and made the maid get the door, she opened it wide and revealed Jack in his usual attire his dusty brown shoes from his walk out to the house, his brown trousers, a fairly clean white shirt but decently faded, his usual blue waistcoat, dark jacket, his black hat with a new slightly nicer tie around his neck and tucked into his waistcoat,

"Morning Ladies," He greeted, 

"Morning Doctor," Miss Hardcastle greeted, 

"Good Morning Doctor Dawkins," I cooed as he approached, 

"Good Morning Miss Y/l/n," He smiled and took my hand giving it a sweet kiss, "Did you do as I asked?"

"I did, I have my bag," I smiled showing off my little leather drawing bag, 

"Perfect, Shall we head off on our little date?" he asked as he offered his arm, 

"Mhm," I nodded excitedly, I took his arm and we headed on our way onto the streets of Port Victory, with Miss Hardcastle who followed along behind us sometimes she would speak up or push my shoulder to keep Jack and I apart, often if ever our upper arms or shoulders touched she would move us apart, "So? Where are you taking me today doctor?" 

"Ahh, are you sure you wanna know? it'll ruin the surprise."

"Ohh Please," I begged, 

"Alright Darling," He chuckled, "We are going to the hospital,"

"Really!"

"Of course, I want to show my lovely lady where I work," He smiled, "If you want to of course?"

"I'd love to," I smiled, "But why did I need my drawing bag?"

"Well, I figured you'd like to do some... anatomy drawings,"

"Really!"

"Yeah, I have surgery this afternoon if you'd like to watch? and maybe do some sketches?" He encouraged, "But of course if not we can go down to the water and you can draw some ships," 

"No I'd love to go to the hospital and watch you work, and I could do some interesting drawings," I smiled, 

"Perfect, come on let me show off my darling," He smiled kissing my hand and leading the way to the hospital, 

I smiled as he led me all the way to the Port Victory Royal Hospital, where he slipped off his jacket and hat as soon as he arrived, he pushed up his sleeves exposing his veiny forearms as he cleaned his hands ready for work, I couldn't look away gripping the strap of my bag with my gloves as I watched and as he dried off his hands I glanced to Miss Hardcastle who gave me a suspicious side-eye. But I just smiled. 

"Shall we then darling?" He offered his arm,

"Yes!" I giggled happily taking his arm, 

He leads me through the hospital on his arm showing me the stock rooms, his ward, the prep room and everywhere else important in the hospital all while he did his work, 

"And Finally The theatre, where we do all our surgery. Now normally we don't let ladies in here just nurses. But... I'll make a very special exception for you" he winked as he pushed open the doors dramatically walking backwards with his hands behind his back with a playful girn,

"This is really the theatre?" I giggled stepping inside, 

"Really the theatre." He smiled, "For surgery, saving lives and I admit thinking of my darling," He said taking my hands to tug me deeper into the theatre room, 

"Awww that's sweet," I cooed, 

"Now I have got a surgery this afternoon if you would like to stay and watch?"

"I can?"

"Of course, you can," he smiled holding my hands to give me a sweet spin in the open surgery space, "We're courting, we're going to be engaged in six months. You'll be my wife sooner rather than later." he smirked, "You should get used to my work, my workplace, and everyone should get used to seeing you, as I'm sure I'd be delighted to have my lovely Mrs Dawkins come to visit me while I'm working," 

"Aww I'd love to visit while you're working," I giggled, "I'd come to check on you after long days, and bring you cookies, and give you nice lucky kisses before surgery,"

"That. Sounds. Adorable! My lovely wife brings me cookies and kisses while I work, I can't imagine anything more heavenly, than finishing my rounds and seeing my beautiful girl in the forge waiting for me with a box of cookies and some cute little kisses for me." He smiled, "I can't think of anything more perfect my darling." he cooed as our spins and playful dances ended with him holding my waist to dip me close to the table leaving me a giggling mess, 

"I can't either," I smiled stroking his hair, I knew as his eyes met my lips he wanted to kiss me and I wanted to kiss him too but Miss Hardcastle who of course had been chaperoning us stood at the door with a scowl so we quickly stood and separated, "Yes uhh it's very lovely Doctor Dawkins," I smiled,

"Good, Glad you like it Miss Everset," he smiled fixing his hair nervously trying to hide his blush, 

"It does uhh smell of blood a little?"

"Yeah, you get used to it." he chuckled, "Now, I need to do a little refresher for the surgery this afternoon, I have a body prepped in the morgue if my lovely darling has the stomach for it? you don't have to if you don't want to,"

"No, I'd love to. Give me a chance to do some new kinds of anatomy drawings," 

"shall I lead you down to the morgue then my darling?"

"You may Doctgor," I giggled as I took his arm again, letting him lead me down to the morgue a grimy grey room under the hospital where a body already laid, and Jack went to get himself prepared while I got my book and pencils sitting on a chair close to the body, 

"if you wish to leave at any point Miss Hardcastle it's alright, I am going to be cutting open this body," Jack told her, 

"Thank you but I am to chaperone."

"Yes of course but no one will blame you if you needed to go," He reassured her before he came over to the table and the body with his tools, "The same to you y/n. You can go I won't think any less of you if you get a little queasy?" 

"Thank you, I will remember," I smiled, as I removed my gloves and sharpened my pencil,

Jack unfurled this leather roll of tools and got out a scalpel which he then turned in his hand and offered to me,

"Ohh no I uhh... I can't-" I blushed setting my drawing items down on the table, 

"I need a straight line down his sternum, I'm sure you can draw a straight line." He chuckled,

"I- uhh I- I've never cut a man before."

"Well, you can't hurt him any further." He said, "Come on," He encouraged handing me the scalpel and holding my hand in his, the callus of his fingers and the warmth of his hand against my own smooth skin, he guided me but not forcefully, I knew I had the strength and the room to move away if I wanted to, but I was giddy with excitement as he guided my hand to cut down the chest of this man from his throat to his stomach seeing the strange internals of the dead man, it wasn't what I expected then again I don't know what I expected but it was very interesting, "You alright?"

"Fascinating..."

"F-Facinating? Really?"

"Ummm... somewhere in here... is... how we think, how we imagine, how we create, how we feel, heartbreak, and anxious tummy aches, and giddy excitement, and... love, so utterly."

"and die." He nodded, 

 "it's all here somewhere, somehow." I smiled, "it's... it's so much more than just anatomy." 

I grabbed my book and my pencil sketching away as Jack worked on the body slowly cutting and sewing to practice the surgery for this afternoon, I couldn't have a wider smile sketching and making notes on the skin, muscles, and organs all within the body, looking how the cold demopotision had already begun to set in, how the rigermortis has affected the man's body, and after another large cut, Miss Hardcastle had enough her hand over her mouth as she rushed away out of the mourge.

"She lasted longer than I thought she would," I laughed,

"She did, but she's finally gone," he smirked setting his tools down on the table and before I could say anything he took my book from my hands setting it down and grabbed my waist to sit me on the table,

"Jack what are-" I giggled but before I could finish my sentence his lips pressed against mine kissing me intensely and passionately I blushed hard wrapping my arms around his neck and kissed him back excited we were all alone our kisses enthusiastic my hands around his neck often snaking up into his hair twisting my fingers into his locks, his hand around my waist stroking up and down my hip, his other hand on my cheek caressing my face, Till I pulled back, "ohh... Jack," I blushed, "Well that was a surprise,"

"Was it?" he raised an eyebrow with a sly smile,

"I guess not," I giggled, "I have this feeling,"

"Umm, so do I darling.." he groaned, 

"Ohhh" I blushed as I realized what he meant- "Ohh I uhh... I meant I had a thought about something,"

"Do you? well, you are such a clever little thing," he smirked petting my hair,

"I think you had ulterior motives?"

"Humm, too clever," he bit his lip, "what if I did?"

"what if I think you did bring me to the hospital for our date not just to show me where you work, not just to show off your future fiance" I smiled running my hand over his waistcoat which only made him bite his lip harder his brown eyes staring mine down, "But I think you brought me to the hospital for our date knowing you had surgery today, and needed to practice so you could bring Lisa and I down here, and make her sacred enough to get me here with you alone?"

" far too clever." He smirked, "Alright... you're going to be my wife, I should always tell you the truth."

"Yes, you should,"

"I don't need to practice."

"You- You don't!" 

"No! I've done this a million times."

"so why di- so you only brought us down here to scare Miss Hardcastle off?"

"Might have done." he shrugged playfully, 

"Just so we could be alone?"

"Just so we could be alone." he smirked, "Now... we're wasting our alone time." 

"We are," I smirked grabbing his face and pulling him back into our kiss, our lips soon turned hot moving against each other, our bodies pressed as tight to each other as possible, his hands gripped my dress tightly my hands stroking his waistcoat and shirt till we pulled away again, "we have to stop... she could be back any second,"

"you're right.... we should... hummm" he nodded his tone of mild annoyance but acceptance, 

"Five more-" I began but before I even finished it he leapt back to my lips returning to our lusty make out till he pulled himself back, "Ughh for god sake- if I knew we had time... I would absolutely ruin you." 

"Would you now? you only have six months till we're engaged you can't wait that long Jack?"

"Y/n I am not sure I can wait six days let alone six months." He groaned, "I... I want you so bad right now."

"Jack..." I blushed hard, "I admit... I am struggling to wait too,"

"Then why wait at all?" he whispered against my lips, 

"she could be back any second."

"Your right," he sighed having to move himself away to stop himself continuing, secretly giving his trousers an adjust as he did,

I hopped off the table and grabbed my note book, "My- my father is out tonight."

"what." he turned quickly back to face me, 

"he's going out... for his poker game with his businessmen... miss Hardcastle will be in her own room by nine." 

he gasped a moment, "... say the word and I'll be there. Just say you want me there and I swear to you I'll climb though your window and make it a night neither of us will ever forget..."

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Love your art. Keep up the good work!

Now for the question (which kinda touches a sensitive topic). Victor, as he is both a engine and a doctor, is he bound by the same rules as a normal human doctor? I ask because as much as the Victor/Luke ship is cute, it does raise some questions through my eyes. Unless there is more than one doctor at the Steam Works?

Thank you so much! That means a lot. ^^

As for Victor, he is bound by the rules of human doctors and is constantly on call. However, like human doctors, Victor has to take time to rest and enjoy leisure time so that he doesn't burn out. It is this time that he used to enjoy his personal relationships, such as Luke, their later kids, adopted son Kevin, and friends.

When it comes to the Steam Works, you should consider that there are human crews working there. Victor fills in the role that a consultant doctor would in a human hospital: he will speak with any engine that visits (unless it's a quick and basic visit, like paintwork), but will not undertake every element of their care.

Victor is largely responsible for overseeing the human crews, assisting with more difficult diagnosis or more difficult engines (*coughcough*Henry*coughcough*) who will only be seen by him, and emergencies (Gordon's boiler explosion in The Great Race, for example). A lot of his appearances in the show would portray him doing the equivalent making his rounds.

His early 'dates' with Luke were opportunities for Victor to make sure his lover wasn't suffering any long-term effects of his time in hiding. They often just ended with a bit of smoochy time. Luke was initially unhappy when their time together had to be cut short by Victor being needed in the works, but he came to accept it as part of everyday life.

Hope this makes sense!

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Link Click Episode 10 part 2 (part 1)

On the Twin Question

Alright, so I still cannot get away from the verifiably insane theory that both twins visited Lu Guang the night Chen Bin died. And since we have points for both Li Tianxi and Li Tianchen being THE twin, I want to put this down as a third option to cover all bases. I hope this can guide people towards their own, individual, answers as to who did what that night.

Starting with the security footage. This is damning. There's only one twin..... Xiao Li never mentioned more than one person. But did he have to? Xiao Li was sent this image and it's not even live footage. Since Lu Guang is obviously okay, he may have thought it was good enough to just show the one photo and ask him about it. Why would Lu Guang lie? He's the victim here. (and Lu Guang doesn't lie. He thinks very carefully before giving a truth.)

Also, this twin in the surveillance image is standing right in the doorway. We can't see Lu Guang. The same applies to anyone else who might be standing inside the room. And you know what, if Episode 10 can reveal a hidden Li Tianxi in the back of the car, then episode 11 can reveal a hidden twin in this room.

The Incident, in Pictures

The first time we are shown a scene of a twin visiting Lu Guang is at the end of episode 2. I'm going to post screenshots in the order that they appear: This gets image heavy, so under the cut it goes.

The scene keeps getting cut. And the angle of perspective changes each time.

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In episode three, there are two separate times where Lu Guang thinks back on the encounter.

The first time is right after a phone call with CXS/QL. It appears they had to go to the police station, and were not able to check back in with Lu Guang that night (they're telling him about the fight, and CXS notes that LG is acting strange). - pin that for later.

The memory goes like this:

Here, there's an overlap. Not a smooth transition.

Okay, that's just called reusing animation, yeah, yeah.... How convenient for the animators. Bet they breathed a sigh of relief to not have to reanimate this sequence for fluidity. There are multiple "animation inconsistencies" in this show that I'm not convinced are just so. That's another post.

At the end of episode three, we finally get a full scene (or at least, we get one scene.) Cheng Xiaoshi is presumably still inside Chen Bin's photo and Lu Guang gets lost in thought. (He is so stressed by this incident, save him) It follows like this:

We neither see hide nor hair of the "red eyes", and the point of view is consistent.

So what happened? Which twin is this?

We see Li Tianxi run away in a uniform. She shows up later in the same uniform. Similar problem with Li Tianchen, he still has the same hoodie jacket combo In ep 10. (and it could just be character design, but in this particular case I find it unlikely.) The twins run away and then someone, wearing Li Tianchen's coat, shows up at the hospital.

Huge shout out to mimicha-arts (I'm in awe) who noticed that Xiao Ma might have gone back to kill Chen Bin, thereby giving the twins time to move. There's still the matter of Li Tianxi "seeing" Chen Bin apologizing, but I'll accept this small blessing for now because I was ripping my hair out.

So either twin had time to make it up the elevator and retrieve the phone from Xiao Ma. From there, the visit to Lu Guang can be taken at a leisurely pace. In the meantime, they have a multitude of empty rooms to hide in, and the "security" is otherwise occupied.

(For reference, I think the top room is LG. Floor 5 or 6? We don't know about the other occupant, the nurse maybe.)

This part is all untold, a dark space with no light. We do not know what happened that night. We can only guess. So let's weave a story. (there's a huge chance this is wrong, okay, don't take it seriously.)

(EDIT: you can even swap the roles out if you like. I just picked LTC as default. There are no rules.)

Li Tianxi runs to the hospital. Maybe she wants to stop what is happening, maybe she wants to turn herself in. She's distressed and guilty. Li Tianchen catches up before the elevator doors close. He apologizes to Tianxi and quickly hides her in one of the empty rooms, let's say on floor 6 where the elevator stops. He never lets her reach the roof.

Li Tianchen doesn't make it to save Chen Bin. He never planned to. He stays in a blind spot on floor 7, where he collects the phone from Xiao Ma. Xiao Ma walks down the stairs, and takes the elevator on floor 6 down. Li Tianchen returns to Li Tianxi.

Side note about security cams. Xiao Ma wasn't wearing a mask. He doesn't care if his identity is spotted and Qian Jin doesn't care to enforce it, even though he very much cares later. So I don't think anyone was too concered about the surveillance footage.

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Li Tianchen knows that Lu Guang is alive thanks to possessing Chen Bin. He was privy to that entire conversation. They can use that.

When did the twins possess Lu Guang? (assuming LTX's drawing here is accurate and she isn't just choosing to not to draw a possessed QL in front of QL.) That night is the only window of opportunity the twins would have to play this out.

When they block the door, Lu Guang's hand is right there. Possession easy-peasy if this is Li Tianchen alone. But that's not what's shown in Li Tianxi's drawing.

I haven't yet figured out how a potential coat swap works in this. There wasn't anything else besides the plushy left in Chen Bin's bag, right?

I don't want to suspect him anymore, unless Li Tianchen specifically requested the help. Li Tianxi doesn't have the coat later. So it is a one coat operation, in my opinion. And if this is a two twin operation, then one twin is always being hidden out of sight. Tricky, tricky.

Lu Guang is very occupied throughout this scene. He's tracking a whole hospital (but not everyone in it) He stops moving towards the door in order to focus solely on directions. By the end of the fight, his stab wound is bleeding but he's barely moved (it is a serious injury). He doesn't seem to have lost awareness at any point, but how easy would it have been for a twin to slip in at this time?

When Chen Xiaoshi and Qiao Ling speak with Lu Guang (on face call after the fight) Lu Guang hangs up right after Cheng Xiaoshi suggests he handcuff himself to the bed in case of possession. Cheng Xiaoshi notes that Lu Guang was acting weird. We joke and say Lu Guang just wasn't in the mood for teasing, but maybe he's worried those words are the truth.

When did either twin escape?

Remember, Cheng Xiaoshi and Qiao Ling don't return that night, though the police would have checked in on Lu Guang promptly. How much time passed before Xiao Li was conscious and giving orders?

The only exits known to us on are on the ground floor, and that was swarmed.

The twin's timeline stays tricky. Li Tianxi runs away at some point that night, not wearing her brother's coat. A few days later, she is found in the grocery story and taken into custody as an unidentified person.

Li Tianchen has some convenient timing showing up at the police station while Cheng Xiaoshi is still in their photograph. We don't know how many days have passed. What we do know: when a man hunt is declared for Li Tianxi later that evening, she's already been in police custody for two days. Meaning she isn't in contact with her brother.

Is anyone else getting the feeling there's more to Li Tianxi's powers than we know? Or am I just crazy (I feel crazy.)

I do feel that Li Tianchen is walking on a tightrope around Qian Jin. He wasn't asked if he wanted to kill Chen Bin, just told to do it. This play only works if Li Tianxi understands that, and still trusts her brother despite the horrors.

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To The Victor Chapter One - Meeting

Summary: Although Omegas had won the legal battle for equal rights, society was slow to catch up. Thought to be the weakest of the genders, they struggled to find opportunities that Alphas and Betas took for granted. Known as the Guillotine, Emmaline Beaumont was woman with a secret. Head of her family’s company; she was smart, shrewd, and tough as nails. At sixteen she presented as Omega and she’s hidden it ever since. Suppressants and hormone reassignment therapy allowed her to live her life as the Alpha her family needed her to be. The perfect solution, so long as she never allowed herself to be claimed. As the President of Winchester Inc. Dean’s professional life was golden. As an unmated Alpha nearing forty, he was restless. Charming and devastatingly handsome, Dean was rarely without female company, but he wanted more. He wanted what his parents had. Someone made especially for him. His match, his true mate. Finding her on a trip to New York had been an unexpected dream come true, but no one ever said the road to love was easy.

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!OFC, Dean x OFC, Dean Winchester x OFC

Characters: Dean Winchester, OFC, Sam Winchester, Jessica Moore, John Winchester, Jody Mills

Warnings: ABO dynamics, Heat/Rut cycles, Smut (Unprotected sex, knotting, oral sex, claiming bites), hurt/comfort, sickfic, hospitals and medical talk, fluff and angst, age difference (Dean is 39, OFC is 27), True mates, self hate (OFC struggles with gender)

Chapter One: Meeting Word Count: 4465

Masterlist

To The Victor Masterlist

It was autumn in New York City, one of those rare golden days where the sunlight reflected off the trees in a way that made the whole city glow. The leaves had turned colors but not yet dropped. The air was crisp and clear, making it perfect for strolling through the arts fair in downtown Manhattan. It was days like this that reminded locals why they put up with sky-high rent and never-ending winters.

Emma rarely had the time to treat herself to a leisurely afternoon in the city, but with her baby sister’s birthday coming up she needed to find something special. Jess was a bit of a bohemian, and something from a local artist would suit her eclectic tastes perfectly. She wove her way through the white tents, happily slurping her huge, iced coffee. Her earbuds canceled out the ambient noise from the city and her Jackie O styled sunglasses shielded nearly half of her face.

In her track suit and sneakers, no one would mistake her for the high-powered executive she was during her 80-hour work weeks. She was just twenty-three when she took control of her family’s company and quickly built a reputation as a shrewd businesswoman. By her twenty-seventh birthday she had improved profits enough to put them on the Fortune 500 list, making her one of the youngest female CEO’s to ever mark such an achievement.

Anyone observing her petite frame strolling down the street would likely have mistaken her for a college student. None of them would ever guess her best kept secret. Emmaline Beaumont, well-known, confident, ambitious woman in charge of everything was not the cutthroat Alpha she presented to the world. Emma was an Omega.

Omega. The very word was weak in Emma’s mind. Soft, compliant, obedient, submissive, and meek. Poor, little Omegas, incapable of looking after themselves; they couldn’t even tie their own shoes let alone hold positions of power. Not without an Alpha to guide them. The logical part of her knew there was no shame in being an Omega, but that didn’t stop the weight of disappointment she felt from her parents when she presented at sixteen.

The law had changed to grant the long-subjugated Omegas equal rights, but society was slow to catch up. Many Alphas still viewed Omegas as their property. George and Analise Beaumont wanted better for their daughter. They wanted her to have choices, to give her the opportunity to decide her own fate. There weren’t many doctors willing to engage in the legal grey area of hormone suppression and reassignment, but the Beaumonts found one. Doctor Lancaster was well compensated for his discretion. He kept Emma on closely monitored hormone therapy that caused her heat cycles to stop and altered her scent to fool even the most virile Alpha.

So long as she kept her mating encounters to Betas only and followed the doctor’s strict instructions, Emma could live her life as an Alpha. Large and in charge. Head of her family’s company, smart and strong enough to defend it against any threat. No one would be the wiser. The family secret kept only by her sister and Doctor Lancaster now that her parents were gone.

There was, of course, one exception that could overcome the medical science and the years of careful planning. True mates. Mostly considered folklore and fairy tales, few people believed in them these days. She had never seen a real-life example of it personally, but she liked to hope. It would never be in the cards for her, but why should others be denied a chance at that kind of happiness?

Emma stopped in front of a display of blown glass globes. A kaleidoscope of colors and sizes. Witches Balls: hang in your window to ward off evil spirits and bad fortune. A smile curved her lips, her little sister was into all kinds of magical stuff. Jess had carried a deck of tarot cards in her purse and stuffed crystals down her bra since she was a teenager. She lived her life with her head in the clouds, dreaming romantic notions and looking for signs from the universe. If Stevie Nicks had a doppelganger that was nearly six foot tall and in her early twenties, that would be Jessica Beaumont. She would probably be reading palms in San Francisco if Emma hadn’t put her to work in the marketing department of Beaumont Enterprises. The Beaumont sisters were as different as night and day, both in looks and in disposition. But that didn’t stop them from being best friends.

She was contemplating the selection when she was hit by the most intense, indescribable feeling. It was as if all the oxygen left the atmosphere, making it impossible to breathe. Every nerve in her body was vibrating with awareness, like a plucked guitar string. Her skin erupted in goosebumps. The air was electric, super charged. She looked around and was frankly shocked no one else seemed to notice it. It wasn’t until the cramp ripped through her stomach that she recognized it. It had been over a decade since she’d experienced it. She was in heat!

Oh God, this is all wrong! This is bad, very, very bad! Catastrophic! Fuck!

Emma was frantically fumbling through her purse to call her sister when another cramp tore through her. The force of it knocked her sideways, causing her sunglasses to clatter to the ground. She grabbed the display table to steady herself. Vaguely, she could hear people asking if she was alright, if she needed help. Emma couldn’t reply. Her body was no longer her own as the dormant Omega within stirred to life. Rational thought was lost to her, replaced by instinct. Her eyes desperately combed the crowd, searching for someone she didn’t know she had been missing. The scent hit first, the most perfect combination of sharp pine and leather held inside a cedar chest. Earthy, calming, and reminiscent of a home she’d never been to before. It soothed and aroused her at the same time.

When he suddenly appeared, it was as if time stopped. His very presence eclipsed everything. No one else existed, just him. The Alpha, her Alpha. Broad shoulders, narrow waist, long legs. Her heart sped up as he strode towards her, power and purpose in every step. The crowd of on-lookers parted, wisely giving him wide berth. Interfering with an Alpha seeking out a potential mate was dangerous under the best circumstances.

Lord, he’s tall. She realized when he came to stand before her. Maybe it was the hormones talking, but he was far and away the most attractive man she’d ever seen. Square jaw covered in a neatly trimmed beard and sculpted cheekbones dusted with faint freckles. But oh, his eyes. The most intense shade of clear green, framed by faint laugh lines. Delightful crinkles etched by smiling. He wasn’t smiling now, he looked like he wanted to devour her in the street. He closed his eyes briefly and his nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply.

When he opened his eyes again, they had darkened, his pupils blown with lust. His intoxicating scent swirled around her and when he spoke her entire body flushed hot with fever. “Omega.”

Dean hated New York City. It was overcrowded and overrated in his opinion. He much preferred the down to Earth, blue collar vibe of Chicago. There was just something about the Midwest that spoke to him. It wasn’t pretentious or pompous. It was real and it was home. Whenever he had to spend time in the Big Apple, he made sure to book a room with a decent view and access to Central Park. It was the only place in the whole damned city he felt he could breathe. It had been a hellishly long week of meetings and negotiations, but his perseverance and skill won out. Deals were struck, contracts signed, and he now was booked for the last flight into O’Hare. It left him just enough time to get in a decent run and a shower before he headed to the airport.

Not that he had to hurry home for anyone in particular. He had his family, of course. His father John retired a few years back when a heart attack sent him packing to a quiet house in the country. Dean had spent his life being groomed to take over Winchester Incorporated. Now, running the family business with his little brother Sam, he couldn’t imagine doing anything else. The Winchester name was famous and feared in the world of high finance. Yet for all of his professional success, Dean knew there was a part of his life that was unfulfilled. He had yet to take a mate, which was almost unheard of for an Alpha just one year shy of the big four oh. Alphas needed to claim a mate to avoid going feral. It was a very real possibility and Dean could feel the change already, his ruts were growing more intense and more frequent with each passing year.

But he was willing to risk it for a while longer, just to find her. His Omega, his true mate. The one woman meant especially for him. He knew it was a long shot, but he was a man to play the odds if it meant getting what he wanted. Dean had seen real love up close; his parents had been true mates. They had been perfect for each other and deeply in love, even after twenty years of marriage. It wasn’t long after his mother lost her battle with breast cancer that his father’s health declined. There was a part of Dean that wondered if losing his mate had brought it on.

So there is was. Dean Winchester; virile Alpha, ruthless businessman who dismantled companies and ruined rivals was in fact, a hopeless romantic.

He was three miles in and halfway through Led Zeppelin IV when he caught a scent that stopped him dead in his tracks. Light and sweet with a hint of tart, green apple. It wasn’t strong, but it was distinct. One of the reasons he found New York so stifling was the close quarters, it made for a strange mix of aromas, none of them complimentary or pleasant. Dean inhaled deeply and the Alpha inside growled in response. He spun on his heel and jogged off towards the source of that tantalizing smell. He wove his way through throngs of people, taking no notice of them, he was a man on a mission. The closer he got, the more desperate he became. He had to find her, claim her, his Omega. The scent was taunting him, it never got stronger but more complex. He could make out warm vanilla and flowers he couldn’t remember the name of, although he was certain his mother had them growing in the back garden when he was a child. It was the scent of home, his home. His Omega.

Dean would comb the entire city of New York on foot if he had to, he was nothing if not determined. A hunter to the last, never giving up until he found his prey. As fate would have it, he only had to travel five blocks. She stood completely still as people moved around her, staring at him with huge, wide eyes. Her long, dark hair tumbling over her shoulders, her mouth full and unpainted. He had always wondered who she would be, what she would look like, what she would feel like. Whatever image he had conjured up in mind over the years paled in comparison to the woman before him. To say she was beautiful didn’t come close to doing her justice. It was so much more than that and somehow simpler, she was perfect. She was his perfect mate, made for him as he was for her. The very thought of it settled him and sent his heart racing at the same time.

He didn’t remember those last few steps to reach her, suddenly she was there, right in front of him. He closed his eyes and inhaled, filling his lungs with the best scent in the world.

“Omega.”

“Alpha,” she breathed in response, then whimpered as another strong cramp took hold.

Oblivious to the crowd of strangers watching the intimate moment, Dean swept her up into his arms and took off at a steady clip towards his hotel. The Alpha was completely in charge now. He took no notice of the startled gasps or speculative glances of the people he passed as he carried her through the city streets. All he cared about was that he had his Omega, and she was in heat. Taking care of her was his only concern and nothing was going to stand in his way.

Emma wrapped her arms around the Alpha’s neck and held tight. She was grateful he was carrying her because the pain in her belly would have knocked her to her knees by now. It was white hot and twisted like an invisible knife. Although she only had one other heat cycle to compare this to, she was certain it hadn’t been this bad. Lord, she was hot! Like she was standing on the surface of the sun. Sweat soaked through her clothes and plastered them to her body. The only thing that gave any relief was the scent of her Alpha, she nuzzled into his neck as close as she could. It enveloped her in a delightful haze, clouding her mind.

“Hang on tight, Omega. I’m going to take care of you,” he rumbled deeply in her ear. “I’m going to take care of everything.”

His words sent a shiver of anticipation down her spine and caused slick at the juncture of her thighs. She squirmed slightly and boldly pressed her lips to his neck, nipping at the pulse hammering there. God, he tastes as good as he smells!

“Alpha,” she whispered, her voice pleading.

Dean tightened his grasp and quickened his pace. His mind barely registering that he had reached his hotel. He wasn’t due for a rut, but with his mate now in his arms, he was close enough. He paid no mind to the clerk at the front desk, heading straight for the elevator. When the stainless-steel doors opened revealing a wide-eyed Beta male in a tweed suit, Dean snarled in warning. No Alpha tolerates another male getting close to their Omega in heat, even if they pose no real threat. The Beta wisely held up his hands in surrender and quickly vacated the area.

Once Dean had them safely sealed inside the lift, he crushed his mouth to hers, sending fresh waves of desire through them both. Harsh and hurried, demanding and aggressive. What the kiss lacked in subtly, it more than made up for in passion. When he swept his hot tongue inside her mouth, she groaned in appreciation and need. He still could only catch the faint wisp of her delicate scent but smell of slick arousal was growing thicker by the second.

By the grace of God, he got them to his room without further interference. The door slammed shut and automatically locked behind them. Emma shifted in his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist and kissed every inch of his skin she had access to. She felt drugged, high on the endorphins flooding her system. All thought and logic had gone, leaving pure instinct behind. She had never felt this way before, so consumed by the need to mate. Although she had only been with Betas, something told her that this response wasn’t just because he was an Alpha, it was because he was her Alpha. To her true mate, she was beginning to see what all the fuss was about. The pull was as strong as gravity and just as impossible to deny.

Dean carried her through to the bedroom and lowered her to the mattress. He hovered above her, taking a moment to gaze into the eyes of the woman he had search his whole life for. Blue eyes, dark as midnight and flecked with gold. Desire was there, of course. But there was a glint of challenge he hadn’t expected. Omegas were meant to submit to their Alphas. It was a dynamic as old as time and one he knew well. There was something wild in this Omega, something that begged to be tamed and Dean was up to the task. Oh, she was going to be fun!

He grinned, his white teeth gleaming as he made his way down her body. He refused to free her of her clothes, even though he was eager to see the Omega in all her glory, he waited. She was a gift he was determined to take his time enjoying it. Instead, he ran his hands over her slowly, inch by inch. Feeling her curves and concaves through the layers of cotton. He paused as his hands spanned her ribcage just under her breasts. When his thumb caressed her nipples through the fabric, she arched her back and moaned.

“Alpha, please.”

Ignoring her pleas, he tweaked the hardened peaks slightly before moving on. Narrow waist flared out into generous hips. Body like a backroad, he thought approvingly. His fingers traced her thighs, the back of her knees, down to delicate ankle bones. Her breath became more labored as he teased her, purposely ignored the one part of her anatomy that she most wanted attending to.

Emma was growing impatient and restless. The Omega was urgently mewing inside, searching for relief from the heat that was consuming her. He wanted her; she could feel it when the bulge in his pants brushed against her. What the hell is he waiting for?! Desperate to prompt him into giving her what she wanted, she bucked her hips. Hoping to tempt him with her slick.

In a flash, Dean was on top of her. His hands clamped her wrists down on either side of her head with bruising strength, his body pinned her to the mattress. She couldn’t move if she wanted to. “Now, now. None of that, little Omega,” he murmured into her ear. She groaned in response; her eyes fluttering shut.

Desperate for any sort of friction against her fevered body, Emma drew a deep breath, causing her ribs to expand. Her breasts strained inside her bra, pressing against the firm chest above her. She knew how to use her attributes to entice a mate and when the hungry growl sounded in the back of his throat, she knew she’d succeeded. She turned her mouth towards his but didn’t kiss him. Instead, she pouted prettily and breathed, “Alpha… need you.”

Dean didn’t miss the smirk that played around her lips, this was hardly a submission. She knew exactly what she was doing. Little minx! Fire sparked when her gaze met his, “You’re mine. Only mine.”

She wasn’t prepared for him to move so quickly and so smoothly. Suddenly, her hoodie was gone as well as the cotton camisole underneath. Even her bra was whisked away, leaving her exposed. She relished the cool air on her fevered skin only for a moment before the Alpha replaced it with his hot mouth. He was everywhere, testing and tasting every inch of vulnerable flesh. He traced a fiery path of open-mouthed kissed between her breasts all the way to her stomach. The scruff of his beard scraped in a way that was so pleasant and distracting that when he changed tactics and latched on to one her hardened nipples, she gasped in shock.

It was exquisite, leisurely torture that seemed to go on forever. Her Alpha was certainly not a man to be hurried. His attentions never wavered, no matter how she tried to tempt him and that only served to frustrate her. Stubborn man! He simply refused to go where she wanted him to. The slick was pooling now, no doubt soaking through everything as the burning in her belly grew. She was needy, frantic for his touch.

Suddenly, he brought his hand to cup her firmly through her pants. She arched against his palm, and it was his turn to smirk. He was definitely the one in control now. “There’s my good girl, so wet for me already.”

The rest of her clothes were torn away, leaving her naked and exposed while he was still fully clothed. The message was loud and clear. He was strong, powerful, and irrefutable. It was in Emma’s nature to resist anyone trying to control her. She played the part of Alpha every day. She knew what was expected of her in that role. Hell, she enjoyed it.

To now be the one expected to submit, was foreign and a bit scary. It was possible that after all this time, she didn’t know how to be an Omega. Maybe she had denied her true nature for too long, maybe she would be a disappointment.

However, there was one element that she had failed to consider. The Alpha would take care of her, that was his primary role. No one had ever done that for her before and the Omega inside craved it desperately.

She trembled slightly as Dean’s large, calloused hands roamed over her body. When his eyes searched hers, he saw a flicker of vulnerability. At last, the inner battle between her will and her desire was resolved, and she submitted.

“So beautiful, so perfect,” he praised as he slipped a thick finger inside her throbbing core, probing gently while his thumb rubbed circles around that tight bundle of nerves. He crooked his finger and her velvet walls tightened around him, coating his hand in fresh slick.

“I’m going to make you feel good, ‘Mega,” he kept his pace, adding a second finger while he nuzzled her throat. His tongue lapped at the juncture of her neck and shoulder where her scent gland was hidden just beneath the skin. He could feel her getting close as she fluttered around his fingers.

Every brush of his fingers lit fires. Every touch of his lips was like a brand on her skin. Emma writhed under his attentions, delicious tension building low in her belly. She was teetering on the edge, desperate for the release he was driving her towards. “Alpha…oh God…”

“Come for me, sweetheart,” he commanded, and she obeyed. The orgasm came hard and fast. Her body flooded with pleasure and any remaining pain was washed away. The intensity of it had her eyes rolling back in her head. She was still coming down from the euphoric cloud when she noticed he was now naked as well. Tanned skin stretched taut over well-defined muscles. Lord, he was big. Every part of him was big. Her gaze traveled over broad shoulders, powerful arms, wide chest, lean hips. The sheer size of his erection had her whimpering, greedy with need.

Dean was soon on top of her again, this time his hard length brushed against her folds while his breath was hot in her ear, “I’m going to knot you, ‘Mega mine. Knot you, claim you.” His teeth grazed her throat again, mixing danger and desire. “Is that what you want?”

Unable to find her voice, Emma raked her hands through his short hair and bucked up against him.

Not satisfied, he raised his head to look deeply into her eyes. His arms and legs creating a cage around her body. There would be no going back after this, he had to be sure for both their sakes. “Say it,” his command was gruff. “You have to say it, Omega.”

Perhaps it was the Omega within her responding to a direct command from an Alpha. In a surprising moment of clarity, she looked into the deep, green eyes of the man who had appeared out of the blue. The man whose voice had her shaking with need and whose touch brought her to oblivion. Logic, reason, common sense all seemed so insignificant, overshadowed by instinct. Everything was remarkably clear. “I want you. Claim me, I’m yours. Only yours.”

“My Omega. Mine,” he smiled softly and brushed his lips over hers so tenderly that when he stood up, she nearly cried out at the loss of contact.

“Present, Omega.”

Emma obeyed again, flipping over onto her knees and elbows, she arched her back and thrust her rear up towards him. She hissed as the cool air hit her hyper-sensitive core. His hands were on her again, caressing the curve of her ass, following the line of her hip. He lined himself up and filled her with one powerful thrust. She cried out then, it was sweet agony.

Dean stilled his movements, giving her a moment to adjust and giving himself a moment to breathe. Christ, she’s tight!

When she shifted her hips, he took that as his cue and began to pump. Slow at first, savoring each sensation, each gasp and moan of pleasure that came from them both as he filled her time and time again. Soon his control gave way all together and, in its place, he gained momentum. His knot swelled with each thrust and began to catch.

Dean sucked and licked furiously at the base of her neck, preparing the spot that would bear his mark. “You take my knot so good, ‘Mega… we’re almost there, almost there…”

Emma’s hand fisted the sheets as he picked up the pace, each time he buried himself to the hilt she cried out for more. Her experiences with Betas did little to prepare her for an Alpha. Dean was reaching places no one else had come close to. With each pass, she felt herself tighten around him. “Need it… Alpha… need your knot… need you…”

When Dean felt himself reach the peak he was striving towards, he sunk his teeth deep into her tender skin. His knot popped and locked them together as he came harder than he ever had in his life. Waves of blissful pleasure washed over him, and he lazily pumped a few more strokes to fully empty his seed into his Omega.

Emma nearly blacked out from the mix of sensations that rushed through her body when he claimed her. Pleasure so sharp it was painful. Her mind was a complete haze, barely registering the Alpha cradling her close as he eased them onto their sides. He ran his tongue over the fresh claim over and over again, the wet, warmth of it soothing the bite. Were she capable of coherent thought, she would have tried to fight sleep so not to miss a moment of this event that would change everything. As it was, exhaustion quickly pulled her under and she fell asleep feeling cherished and completely protected.

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╰┈➤ ❝ [College Campus] ❞

The Casus College of International Arts is a lesser known small-town college, with about 2000 students regularly attending. Unfortunately it was more popular in the past, with academics coming from all over to explore Casus nature, history, and culture. These days however, the school is every students last resort and mostly finds itself with 'leftovers'. The school, and arguably the town itself, has had several controversies that have greatly altered its reputation.

For most of its being, Casus Vallis was known as a quiet, reclusive, and offputtingly fanatic rural farm town with no intention of expanding. In the early 20th Century, shortly after the reigning Priestess fell out of power, a stranger travelled on foot through the mountains into town, claiming to have visions of the future and prosperity found in Casus. They claimed to have seen schematics and blueprints for a college meant to change the lives of any who attend, even having them on hand to spread amongst the crowd.

Should have been a red flag, but Casus loves its fanatics, and they let a stranger build a huge college in the small valley. Of course the small town was gullible enough to fall for another claim to power after their monarchy just fell apart, but some claim that it wasn't all about the money and prestige, and was actually truthful about their visions.

Regardless of the truth, Casus Vallis now has a colourful eyesore blessing the entrance of town every day.

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╰┈➤Casus College of International Arts

The buildings that make up the college itself. Over the years it has expanded to include more subjects than just art, but this college prides itself on its applied arts programs. These days, the college is only really a college in name, and is more comparable to a university; despite being in a small town, it is home to many genius doctors, scientists, lawyers, engineers, and more. While it is technically a university, Casus College keeps its original title, keeping their education and services diverse and 'high quality'. Think of this place like a college, university, and trade school all rolled into one.

All the buildings labels are self explanatory, you can find professors relating to their specialties in their buildings. The Commons(A) is where you'll find the leisure, food court, and head office staff.

╰┈➤Casus College Residence

The buildings that many students attending Casus College call home. Each building is separated by words that align with The Doluit Deams teachings and followings.

➸ ❝ Dolor ❞ meaning "Pain"

➸ ❝ Infirnum ❞ meaning "Inflame"

➸ ❝ Artis ❞ meaning "Craft"

➸ ❝ Effugium ❞ meaning "Escape"

➸ ❝ Speculo ❞ meaning "Mirror"

While the residences are often occupied by students who live outside the town, a few students who were raised in the town also made the decision to move onto campus. Harmony-Archibald Tissera is an example student who lives in Residence, despite their family living within town grounds. Residence Supply (VI) is where students can get simple foods like cereal, fast food, and ramen packs.

╰┈➤College Properties

Buildings that are made to serve the school, but are not technically school buildings, go here. It is public property more frequented by students. The Casus College Hospital (1) is for the whole town, but offers students the opportunity to learn in a hands-on way. The Drive-in Check-in (10) and Theatre (11) are higher up in the mountains, a quick drive or 15 minute walk up a winding hill, and offers movies overlooking the whole town.

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Exploring the Symbolism of Japanese Tea in Art

The Japanese tea ceremony, often called Chanoyu, Sado, or Ocha, is a quintessential cultural practice that goes beyond the simple act of drinking tea. It embodies a rich tapestry of aesthetics, spirituality, and social customs, deeply rooted in Japanese culture. This ceremony primarily revolves around the preparation and consumption of matcha, a finely powdered green tea. The ritualistic nature of the Japanese tea ceremony has not only influenced Japanese society but also inspired artistic representations that encapsulate its profound symbolism.

The Essence of the Japanese Tea Ceremony

The Japanese tea ceremony is a choreographed ritual where matcha is ceremoniously prepared by a host and served to a small group of guests in a tranquil setting. This ceremony is a microcosm of Japanese culture, reflecting principles of harmony (wa), respect (kei), purity (sei), and tranquility (jaku). These principles are not merely practiced but are embodied in the very motions and interactions during the ceremony.

Harmony (Wa)

The tea ceremony fosters a sense of harmony among participants, promoting a deep connection with nature and others.

Respect (Kei)

Every action in the ceremony is performed with respect, from the way tea utensils are handled to the manner in which guests are served.

Purity (Sei)

Purity is symbolized in the meticulous preparation of the tea and the cleanliness of the utensils, reflecting an inner cleansing and spiritual purification.

Tranquility (Jaku)

The ceremony cultivates a serene and contemplative state of mind, offering a respite from the chaos of daily life.

The Role of Matcha in the Ceremony

Matcha holds a central place in the Japanese tea ceremony. This vibrant green tea, made from powdered tea leaves, is whisked into a frothy consistency and served in a handmade tea bowl. The preparation and consumption of matcha are not only about enjoying the tea itself but also about appreciating the moment, the setting, and the company. Matcha symbolizes the Zen principles of simplicity and mindfulness, essential to the tea ceremony's meditative aspect.

Tea Rituals Around the World

While the Japanese tea ceremony is a profound cultural practice, tea rituals also hold significant places in other cultures around the world. Each culture imbues tea rituals with its own unique traditions and meanings.

Chinese Tea Ceremony (Gongfu Cha)

In China, the tea ceremony, known as Gongfu Cha, emphasizes the art of brewing tea to achieve the perfect balance of flavor and aroma. This ritual involves a series of precise steps and the use of special utensils to enhance the tea-drinking experience.

British Afternoon Tea

In the United Kingdom, afternoon tea is a social event characterized by the enjoyment of tea accompanied by finger sandwiches, scones, and pastries. It symbolizes a leisurely and refined way of life, emphasizing elegance and hospitality.

Moroccan Tea Ceremony

In Morocco, the tea ceremony involves the preparation of mint tea, often sweetened and served in ornate glasses. This ritual is a gesture of hospitality and friendship, reflecting the cultural importance of community and sharing.

Indian Chai Ritual

In India, chai is a staple beverage, and its preparation involves boiling tea leaves with milk, spices, and sweeteners. The ritual of making and sharing chai reflects the warmth and vibrancy of Indian culture, emphasizing the importance of hospitality.

The Symbolism of Tea in Art

The symbolic significance of tea, especially within the Japanese tea ceremony, has profoundly influenced art across various mediums. Artists often explore themes of simplicity, tranquility, and mindfulness, drawing inspiration from the tea ceremony's aesthetic principles.

Painting and Calligraphy

Traditional Japanese paintings and calligraphy often depict scenes of tea gatherings or the utensils used in the ceremony. These artworks capture the serene and contemplative nature of the tea ceremony, highlighting its spiritual and aesthetic dimensions.

Ceramics and Pottery

The creation of tea bowls and utensils is considered an art form in Japan. Artisans craft each piece with meticulous care, imbuing them with a sense of individuality and beauty. The imperfections in these handmade items are celebrated, symbolizing the wabi-sabi philosophy of finding beauty in imperfection and transience.

Literature and Poetry

The Japanese tea ceremony has inspired countless poems and literary works that reflect on its deeper philosophical meanings. These works often explore themes of ephemerality, mindfulness, and the interconnectedness of all things.

Conclusion

The Japanese tea ceremony, with its rich symbolism and cultural significance, transcends the simple act of drinking tea. It embodies a philosophy of life that values harmony, respect, purity, and tranquility. This profound tradition has not only shaped Japanese culture but has also left an indelible mark on art, influencing creative expressions that capture its essence. As we explore the symbolism of tea in art, we uncover a deeper understanding of how this humble beverage can connect us to the world and each other, reflecting a universal language of peace and mindfulness.

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[maddiebiscuits]

i don't know how to phrase this any other way so i hope you don't find this rude or anything: you are (imo) a very skilled, very prolific art toaster. it's great quality artwork obviously, but your turnaround is wicked crazy fast to me. what does burnout look like for you? how do you manage to toast so many arts? what dark magics must you employ??

The hard truth is I worked in journalism for two years between 2010-2012 and customer service/hospitality starting at 16 years old in 2007 all throughout my life until 2022 and I don't want to go back to any of it now that I'm almost 33 - that's the main motivator to keep my freelance gig career doing art commissions going as long as possible. Fear and loathing of going back to that work environment keeps me focused.

In action...I'm not quite sure if I ever experience 'burn out'? I do experience art 'block' in that I can't think of anything to draw on my own or feel really unsatisfied with my work...so I just goof off with my canvas or do studies, but this doesn't interfere with doing commissions where I am told what to draw.

I just enjoy the physical act of drawing. Sometimes when I'm bored and restless and going for a walk doesn't help, I just draw more. When I was a kid I would just come home from school and draw crap between playing Gameboy/N64/Gamecube or browsing Elfwood/Newgrounds/DeviantART/Gaia Online, so it's literally just a habit now. If I don't draw for a long time I feel anxious and unwell. Somehow I just programmed my brain to think that art = leisure fun time, even if it's for work. I also tend to get into a "zone" sometimes and just put on video essays or music and a few hours later I'll have worked through some commission stuff.

I have three 'task lists' for my workflow:

A public trello board organized by work order types (N/SFW link)

A personal trello board organized by type/date in chronological order

A coloured tagging and folder system in my emails where I can just see the actual dates/timestamps of my last correspondence with a client so I know exactly who in my taskboard needs to be prioritized for their next WIP update

I hold myself to a standard of sending a client a WIP in stages:

rough draft (1-14 business days)

revisions (1-5 business days)

line art (1-14 business days)

revisions (1-5 business days)

final render (1-14 business days)

tweaks (1-2 business days)

So ideally, the client gets a finished commission in 3-6 weeks, so about 1-2 months. For larger projects I send more WIPs and the process is obviously longer. For simpler stuff like chibis, it's rarely a full six weeks. Over holidays I add an extra two weeks to my noted turn-around to account for IRL time off. On all my terms of service I have a maximum four months turn-around, essentially doubling the time I know my work flow is just in case there's some sort of medical or equipment emergency in my life that I need to account for that gives me a buffer (I also notify all clients)

Monday to Friday I wake up usually...late morning/early afternoon? I do anywhere from four to eight hours of artwork, broken up by walks, stretching, eating, cleaning, cooking, hanging out with my partner, etc. I look at my personal trello taskboard and emails to see what must be done and what can wait. I try to get at least 1-2 things done in a day though, be that sketches/line art/renders/revisions.

Right now I am looking at my email and task board, and the client with the highest wait time chronologically is someone who is waiting for their final render (sketch and line art already revised and done for them). Last email correspondence with them on the email says 9 days ago (so 7 business days, I'm supposed to take Sat-Sun off). Their order was paid in full and confirmed by me on November 9 and it is currently December 13, so I'm at about the 5 week mark (not accounting for delays in clients getting back to me of course) and I am very much On Course for my work load, no one has been without contact from me for 14 days or more so I'm pretty ahead of my game right now! I could take tomorrow off if I wanted, or only do 3-4 hours of work if I feel like it.

However the more work you finish and post, the more you show prospective clients your ability to finish orders and show your audience more art for engagement, so ideally I always like posting stuff when I can, it just creates a cycle of positive production and income.

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