#Multipurpose Table
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corvidsindia · 1 year ago
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Folding Table with Oxford Chair
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Embrace amazing exprience of Corvids Folding Table and Oxford Chairs - a marriage of sleek design and adaptability. The table's sturdy build pairs harmoniously with the Oxford Chairs' comfort and style. From family dinners to impromptu office space, this set effortlessly accommodates diverse needs. Its folding capability allows for hassle-free storage, ideal for maximizing space in any environment. Elevate your ambiance with this versatile duo that exudes a contemporary vibe, promising functionality and elegance without compromise.
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vms-community · 2 years ago
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A multipurpose table is a versatile and functional piece of furniture that can be used in a variety of settings and for a wide range of tasks. These tables are designed to be both practical and stylish, making them a great addition to any home or office. They can be used as a dining table, workspace, coffee table, or even as a TV stand. They are often designed with storage compartments and shelves, making them perfect for holding books, magazines, and other essentials. They can also be used as a place to display decorative items, such as vases and sculptures.
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natdrinkstea · 2 years ago
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no one fucking talk to me my dad took my laundry basket
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urbanwood02 · 27 days ago
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ojcommerce-blog · 3 months ago
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Naomi Home Multipurpose Rectangle Resin Table
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The Naomi Home multipurpose rectangle resin centre fold collapsible table desk is compact when folded and comfortable to carry around using the rubber reinforced carrying handle. The thick plastic tabletop is weatherproof, heat, and water-resistant and holds loads up to 331lbs making it convenient as a camping foldable outdoor table.
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anazimed · 11 months ago
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Multipurpose Operating Table
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Multipurpose Operating Table designed such that all movements are manipulated from head control operating table.Hand wheel regulate back section and leg section movement.Adjustable height maximum(750 to 950)+50mm. This used in hospitals, operating room to carry out different surgeries on patients.They often have padding, straps, and other features to secure patients in place and ensure their well-being during surgery.
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nor-4 · 1 year ago
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Nsfw Alphabet ft. Mike Schmidt
Bad writing
A = Aftercare
He got everything ready cause this boy don't know how strong he is especially if he fucks his frustration out so he gets every thing ready. He will definitely make you coffee or just get you some water is if you ask, then hug you until you guys fall asleep.
B = Body part
Although he loves every part of your body he has this favoritism for your thighs, like it's multipurpose he can hold it while fucking you on missionary andd can be a pillow when you guys go to picnic!
What he loves for him is his arms like something about it looks attractive for him, probably because you love to hold it and compliment it.
C = Cum
You can't tell me he don't cum a lot. Before bursting his seed he always ask where do you want it. If he's too lazy he'll just cum in your stomach. It's on his system to ask if it's hot or how does his seed feels.
D = Dirty secrets
To my previous headcannon, he wants to fuck the attitude out of you. Like it makes him feel cocky knowing he takes control. He wants to invite you to his work and fuck you in the table he doesn't know why but something about risking it turns him on.
E = Experience
Actually you both lost your virginity to each other. He isn't experienced but he knows everything about sex. He knows how to make you cum easily by just his fingers, this man doesn't joke when it comes to knowledge on sex. He can make your girl cum than your playboy ass
F = Favorite position
He lovesss missionary, he loves to see your face while fucking you. He loves kisses so.. Andd he loves back shot, he wants matching back tattoos with you it turns him on. Something about caressing your back makes him insane.
G = Goofy
Not really he's serious when it comes to making out. But sometimes he cracks a small joke when the mood get so tense up, he love it when he see you chuckle. Come on this man needs happiness in his life let him be.
H = Hair
Not that much hairy but he trims it when he thinks it needs a little bit of cutting. For you well he doesn't care about hair okay, it's natural if you want to keep it okay if your comfortable with it. He loves em bushes bae dw.
I = Intimacy
He loves to grip your hips or waist when he fuck you in missionary. This man fucks like there's no tomorrow he hugs your waist, he loves putting hickeys on you especially your breast. He is sooo good at praising like he coos in your ears on how he much loves you.
J = Jack off
Doesn't really have a time to do it. If he does he just imagines things with you. Just the thought of you turns him on. He does it too when you're not in the mood to do intimate things cause you know he doesn't wanna push you.
K = Kink
He's into edging he love to see you cry just because your orgasm is declined. He also loves size difference he can't believe the strength he has, he can fuck you in the wall nd he is still be surprised.
L = Location
Mostly on his bedroom because abby could be roaming around somewhere, well sometimes if abby's at school he loves to fuck you in the kitchen. He loves to eat you out at the kitchen it hits something for him.
M = Motivation
You. Everything bout you turns him on, especially when you motherly cares for abby. It's awaking something in him. He can be too distracted on his work and still think about fucking you. It's like a daily routine for him when he's bored.
N = No
Something that might hurt you, like he likes rough sex but not that rough like your about to scream from getting hurt. He don't like bdsm something about it turns him off plus he remembers all his trauma yk.
O = Oral
He is more on giving, but he loves to recieve like you giving him head. He still loves it when he is the one giving you head, something about you makes him addicted. Like he wants to drown from your pussy.
P = Pace
He's more on slow and gentle. If he's frustrated he fucks rough. His pace is up to the atmosphere, you have two boyfriend. One who make love to you touching caressing your body and praising you and one is fucking you like an animal. Sometimes he fucks you rough when he wants to sleep tightly.
Q = Quickie
Mehhh he doesn't really like quickie. He wants long sensual make out not like fucking you as if it's the end of the world. Plus it makes him want more.
R = Risk
If you just want it. But seeing someone watching him fuck you turns him on, it's like his adrenaline rush is rising. He just want to take the risk when he feels cocky.
S = Stamina
Can only go to 2 to 3 rounds because he's a beat up minimum wage worker who works 24/7 so he doesn't really have that much energy. But like i said when he's frustrated he can probably go for 5 rounds. If you can handle it.
T = Toys
I dont think he's really up to toys but a vibrator is enough. Since he loves edging he will probably have a vibrator especially those vibrator thay you put in your panty that can be controlled by phone. He will love those.
U = Unfair
He loves it when you beg for him. He can leave you without continuing your orgasm just for you to beg him. Sometimes when he is bored he tends to talk about how you are a mess for him.
V = Volume
He is whiny if you are the one who takes control. He is a bit vocal like he moans, but he often talk about how good you are for him.
W = Wild Card
He wants you to sit on his face. What if you crush him? He will be the happiest man alive. He wants you to dominate him especially when he is a whining mess, he just want to see you being a bossy then be a mess once you ride his dick.
X = X-ray
This man has a fat dick for aroundd 5'8 inches. Pretty pink mushroom tip. He's gifted i wanna rail him.
Z = Zzz
He's not a fast asleep he loves to spend the time with you. He only sleeps when you are already comfortable and clean. If he's tired he will fall asleep fast but he will do something for you tomorrow but tonight hug him to sleep.
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walkintomymystery · 2 months ago
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Fall Into Me
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(Set after Sonic 3 - Alternate Ending)
Defeated, world-weary, and impossibly lost, Shadow allows himself to be taken back into G.U.N custody. While they decide his fate, he is housed in a secret facility hidden deep in the heart of one of the country's National Parks. Still reeling from the heartbreaks that have shaped his life, Shadow never expected to find the closest thing to a home he'd known in over fifty years.
Pairings: Shadow the Hedgehog x Original Female Character
Warnings for this chapter: none!
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Chapter Two
Deep inside The Hill, in one of its darkest corners, there were a series of small, bare rooms. Square, compact, and composed entirely of metal and white brick, these rooms were multipurpose, a utilitarian space to be repurposed over and over again, no matter the requirement.
Tonight, one had been transformed into an interrogation room.
At least, that’s what it looked like to Kit. She’d watched a lot of television during her time on Earth, including a considerable number of terrible detective shows. The format was instantly recognisable, there was always an interrogation in a dark room whenever a new person of interest was brought in.
She could see into the room from the hallway. The glass wall was fractured and malleable so that the scientists could switch its sheen as they desired. Usually, the rooms were blacked out in order to provide privacy and peace for those working within. Tonight, Kit could see in, but Shadow would not be able to see out.
She couldn’t take her eyes off him.
Shadow had been seated at a small table in the centre of the room. He was flanked by two soldiers, a different pair than the ones that had brought him here. They were keeping a safe yet watchful distance, she was sure.
Shadow’s bound hands rested on the table. Kit watched as Iris, one of the head scientists, leaned in close to examine the cuffs that now encompassed his inhibitor rings. Almost subconsciously, she reached across and fiddled with the ring on her left wrist.
This was not how she imagined events would unfold.
The news of Shadow’s arrival had sent a shiver of excitement through the base. In the few hours that had lapsed since then, The Hill’s scientists had been prepping their labs and collating any and all relevant data at their disposal.
The soldiers whispered to each other, turning their heads in towards their shoulders so that they could not be overheard. They exchanged horror stories, rumours passed on from friends-of-a-friend.
Yesterday evening, Lisa had found Kit down by the stream, and had sat down beside her as she explained what this meant for her, for all of them.
Though her tone had been calm and serious as she explained the gravity of Shadow’s arrival, Kit couldn’t ignore that rush of excitement that burst in her chest. Finally, someone like her, someone else not of this world. It hardly mattered that the humans seemed unusually tense and that today, at least seven people had stopped to warn her about this dangerous, otherly creature.
But now, standing here in the dark, in the middle of the night, Kit couldn’t ignore the nagging feeling in her belly.
She couldn’t help expressing her surprise, her confusion, when she saw him. This was the Ultimate Lifeform? The reports she had poured over spoke of a rage-torn force unlike anything seen before, a living weapon driven half-mad by grief. This was the ruthless, relentless creature she had been warned about? The monster who’d tried to destroy her adopted home?
Kit watched how he allowed Iris to tug at his bracers, check his eyes, his ears, and let her ask question after question, though he didn’t once answer anything she put to him. Shadow didn’t move, he didn’t speak, he just stared into the middle distance, his burning red eyes blank and unseeing.
Kit let out a long breath, trying to ease the queasiness in her belly. This was not going to be easy.
Her left ear twitched, then swivelled fully to face the corridor. She could hear footfalls reverberating through concrete long before any actual sound reached her. By now, she knew the pattern and rhythm of every single person in The Hill by their footsteps alone.
Lisa.
She rested a comforting hand on the small of Kit’s back, then waved to Iris through the window, forgetting that her colleague could not see her.
“How much longer?” Kit asked.
“Give it a few more minutes. They’re just checking the bracers.” Lisa looked down at her with raised eyebrows. “Patience could be the difference between you and a hospital bed.”
Kit hummed, trying to express agreement, though in all honesty, her impatience was threatening to get the better of her.
Shadow’s arrival meant a lot to her, to everyone at The Hill. Lisa could get answers she’d been searching her whole life for. Sorely underfunded work spanning decades would finally gain traction. There was a buzz in the air, a spark of something new and different and exciting.
“He doesn’t say much, does he?” Lisa said.
Kit smiled to herself. Selfish as it was, she couldn’t help feeling exhilarated.
Above all else, Shadow’s arrival meant she wouldn’t be alone anymore. There was finally someone who looked like her, someone else other, someone who knew what it was like to find themself on another planet with nothing and no one. This was the chance she’d been hoping for. This was her ticket home.
“How was your session today?”
“Hm?”
”Did you practice what we worked on yesterday?”
“Yeah, yeah…”
“You’re not listening to a word I’m saying, are you?”
Kit couldn’t even attempt to feign interest. She let the grin that had been threatening to spill out all night finally take over.
“Did you see the look on his face? He has the power of the Black Arms in his DNA, he tried to destroy this planet, and I flattened him - whammo!”
She swung her fist, as if uppercutting an invisible adversary.
Kit knew it was inappropriate, but it felt good to finally stretch her legs and put all her hard work and practise into use. All it had taken was a flick of her wrist, and the most powerful being on the planet was on his back. You could get addicted to a power like that. It could go to your head and bore a hole there, until it was all you could do to stop yourself reaching for it again.
She couldn’t take all the credit. Lisa’s bracers did most of the work. Disconnecting Shadow from his powers seemed like a drastic step at first, but after pouring through the footage of his rampage across Earth, Kit wondered if it might be worth asking Iris to double check the cuffs snapped around his wrists.
Then again, he hadn’t put up much of a fight. Since his failed attempt to make a break for it, Shadow hadn’t shown any sign of dissent or anger. In fact, he hadn’t expressed any emotion at all. He just stared straight ahead, letting the humans do what they wanted to him, his burning eyes piercing a hole through the glass that separated him from Kit.
“He should be punching holes through the walls but he’s just… Sitting there.”
An ungodly power, catatonic but volatile, subdued but brimming with a potential energy that scared Kit. A small part of her feared Shadow was only here because he’d allowed himself to be. But another voice warned of something else.
She had seen the dullness in his eyes and felt no resistance when he was knocked flat. Perhaps it was just that he didn’t care anymore. What else could they take from him?
Kit looked up at her keeper.
“Do you think he’s hungry?”
Lisa sighed.
“You remember what we talked about?”
“Lisa-”
“I know you’re excited, but he’s dangerous.”
Kit grinned.
“That’s half the excitement.”
“You have a job to do, Kit. He won’t be able to help us unless he trusts you.”
“I know, I know…”
Kit looked back at the boxy little room they’d led their new friend to.
“It’s just… I don’t know, I didn’t expect him to look so…”
She trailed off for want of a better word.
Shadow’s blank expression concerned her. Her job was simple in theory. Perhaps she had overestimated just how straightforward it would be.
It was only when Iris ran her hand up his arm and over his shoulder that Shadow finally showed any sign that he was even conscious. His lip curled back in a snarl, revealing one gleaming white fang, subtle but unquestionably clear.
Iris stepped back. She’d pushed it too far, but he still didn’t move. Shadow’s face settled back into that blank stare, unseeing and unfeeling.
“Lost,” Lisa finished for her.
“Yes.” Kit’s mouth twisted into a frown. “Will he help us?”
“That’s down to you. But yes, I think he will. Given time.”
Kit furled and unfurled her fingers at her sides, feeling the warmth of her power seep through her blood.
Her own bracers were switched off for now. She could feel her full potential nagging at her, pricking her fingertips, begging to be unleashed. Though she felt strong, it concerned her that Lisa thought she might need to use it.
Iris left the room but the soldiers remained. Silently, they flattened their backs to the wall behind Shadow, their eyes locked on him, their arms crossed over their broad chests. Both of them were armed, a gun at either side of their hips.
Iris motioned to Lisa before she headed off down the corridor, most likely to bed. It had long since passed midnight. The entire base was starting to settle in for the night, resting tired legs, washing away the day, cosying up under thick blankets.
It was icy cold in The Hill at night. Kit had pulled on one of Lisa’s old jackets before she left her room. She wondered briefly if Shadow was cold.
A hand on her shoulder brought her back to the present.
“They’re ready for you now.”
Kit tapped the toe of her black combat boot against the door, asking to be let in. As she waited for one of the soldiers to come, she adjusted the two trays she’d grabbed from the cafeteria at the last minute. She hardly had the stomach to eat, but she wanted to be welcoming.
One of the guards, the taller of the two, opened the door for her. In a gruff, low voice, he warned her to be careful, but Kit barely heard him.
Shadow’s ruby-red eyes followed her every move as she approached the table, burning like fire, cutting through the gloom.
His hands still rested on the table, his bracers safely attached to the gold rings that limited his powers.
Though he was barefoot, they’d allowed him to keep his gloves. Kit’s ear twitched at the subtle sound of friction, leather against leather, and knew without looking that he’d rolled his hands into tight fists, though his face gave nothing away.
Kit kept her own expression neutral as she took the seat opposite his. Being careful not to touch him, she placed the two trays down between them, making sure to nudge Shadow’s towards him so that he’d know it was for him.
“I didn’t know what you’d like, so I got you a little of everything.”
With a sigh, Kit leaned back in her chair and watched him watch her.
He really was as frightening as they said he would be. An unnerving, silent force of pure energy and rage. Arrogance had clouded her judgement, just because she held all the cards didn’t mean that Shadow wasn’t an imposing presence.
She waited. He watched.
Finally, Kit leaned forward and picked up a bread roll from her tray and began to split it in two with her thumbs.
“You should eat. The cafeteria is closed for the night. You won’t get another chance until breakfast.”
She lowered her gaze to her work, heart pounding. To take her eyes off Shadow felt like holding her hand between the open jaws of a crocodile, and it seemed to take an age before she raised her head again.
He didn’t move. Shadow’s expression didn’t even shift. He just stared into her, past her, through her.
Kit reached for her tray again and laid the roll down, separating the two halves so that she could slather them in butter.
“I’ve read all about you. I’ve seen what you did,” Kit said, changing tact. “None of that matters here. You don’t have to be afraid.”
The tiny butter packets she’d grabbed before she left the cafeteria were cold and firm, so she warmed one in the palm of her hand while she waited for Shadow to respond.
”You should eat, you must be starving.”
Still nothing.
With another sigh, Kit set about making the sandwich she’d been waiting for all night. She’d been too nervous to eat earlier, her stomach had twisted and clenched every time she thought about this very moment. Now, she was starving, but the burning red eyes before her, and the pair watching intently through the glass behind her, made it difficult to keep her hands steady.
She looked up at Shadow, offering him a small smile.
“Are you always this taciturn?”
When he still said nothing, Kit shook her head.
“Look, I get it. It’s difficult to adjust; I’ve been through it all myself. You’re in a strange place, it’s cold and dark, and humans are so funny looking… I’m here to make things easier for you.”
“By slamming me into the ground?”
The sound of his voice made Kit’s heart thud. It was low and sonorous, and calmer than she had anticipated. She had to fight the instinct to flatten her ears back against her head.
“Well, you tried to run. And that, I’m afraid, is the one rule here.” Kit tilted her head to the side and shot him a grin. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
Shadow just stared right back, unblinking.
Kit took a bite of her sandwich then sat back in the chair again. Her uneasiness had started to ebb now that he’d finally spoken. The anticipation had been broken, now it was just her and the bioengineered creature that tried to destroy her adopted home.
Shadow’s gaze finally slipped away from her, first down to the food in front of him, then to the soldiers who still stood to attention behind him. He seemed equally unimpressed with both.
“Where is here?”
Monotone and calm, his voice reminded Kit of the cello music that Lisa liked to play while she was working, low notes that would softly rise and fall, steady and subtle, like the swell of the ocean, like the sound of someone breathing.
“The area is called Montana. You’re in the heart of the Glacier National Park.”
“This is not a G.U.N. facility.”
“No, they handed you over to us. Just temporarily, while they work out what to do with you. Until then, you’re our guest.”
Finally, Shadow showed some emotion. He huffed, nose wrinkling. It made the red arches by his eyes fall and rise.
He held up his hands, palms flat to her, and twisted his wrists to show the bracers that encased his inhibitor rings, then he slid his hands off the table to settle them in his lap.
The soldiers behind him immediately tensed. One even took a tentative step forward but Kit subtly shook her head at him.
“Yes,” Shadow said. “I feel very welcome.”
“You’ll get used to them. They only buzz like that when they’re switched on.”
She raised her own hands and showed him her palms, then the backs of her hands, just as he had. The same heavy, brass rings were clasped around her own wrists, though hers were switched off.
The negative charge that ran through them could make your teeth ache at first. It rattled through cartilage and bone, finding every divot and socket until whatever power flowed through you was stamped out.
Shadow’s eyes followed her hands as they rested on the table for a moment, then reached for her sandwich again.
“So what is this place?” he asked quietly.
Kit shrugged.
“It doesn’t really have a name. Everyone just calls it The Hill or ‘base’. It’s a research centre.”
“A research centre needs soldiers?”
”A lot of sensitive work goes on here. Plenty of people would love to get their hands on what the scientists are working on.”
This was all regurgitated information, a brief version of the explanation Kit was given when she first arrived. It was late, there would be more time to explain later, though she didn’t think for a second that Shadow actually cared about The Hill or the work that went on here.
Shadow crossed his arms.
Again, the soldiers behind him tensed. One let his hand drop to his hip.
It was an empty threat. They were under strict instructions not to hurt Shadow, he was far too valuable, too expensive. Kit wondered if they’d even be able to make a mark on him if they tried. He was a force to be reckoned with, with or without his powers.
“And you are… Their pet?”
Kit felt her rehearsed resolve slowly fade away. Her confidence evaporated, along with her easygoing smile. He’d taken aim, hit a nerve - bullseye. And he knew it.
Kit jutted her chin to try and summon back some of her poise, but it was too late. He’d seen a side to her she hadn’t wanted to reveal, not yet; irritation, a flicker of anger.
“I’m a guest too.”
There would be more time tomorrow for a better, more intricate explanation, but tonight, all Shadow needed was the basics.
His ubiquitous scowl never once wavered as he looked her up and down. Kit tried not to appear as uncomfortable as she felt under his gaze.
“I’ve never seen anyone like you,” he said at last.
“You’ve never seen a fennec?”
Kit polished off the last of her sandwich and reached for the apple off his tray, since he wasn’t going to eat it.
“No, I guess you wouldn’t’ve. There's a whole galaxy of people out there, all shapes and sizes. Do you have any questions for me before we move on?”
Shadow nodded towards her ears.
“Can you pick up radio signals with those things?”
Kit shot him a look.
“Questions about the base.”
What little amusement Shadow had shown at his own joke slipped away, and his expression settled back into contempt and apathy.
“When can I leave?”
“Why, do you have somewhere to be?”
Another shot across the bow.
Kit raised her eyebrows, waiting for a response, anything. She wanted to see what would happen if he was pushed, if when cornered, Shadow was just as dangerous as people said he was. He was supposed to be a fighter, but that spark seemed to have been extinguished. She’d have to see to that.
“Come on,” Kit said. “I’ll show you where you’ll be staying.”
Flanked by the two soldiers, she led Shadow down winding, spartan hallways, pointing out various important areas along the way - the cafeteria, the mess, the elevators. There would be time for a proper tour tomorrow, but she thought Shadow might feel a little more relaxed if he had some basic knowledge of his surroundings.
At last, they came to the dormitories. Corridor after corridor lead off in every possible direction, each lined with countless doors. The room given to Shadow was right at the end, the last room to be assigned on this corridor.
”I’ll come by in the morning,” Kit said as she twisted the door handle and pushed it open. ”Not too early, don’t worry. I like to sleep in.”
Shadow said nothing. He just stared emptily into the dark room before him.
Kit glanced between him, the open door, and the two soldiers standing watch just a few feet away.
When Lisa had pulled her aside yesterday evening and told her in hushed, excited whispers about this assignment, Kit didn’t know what to feel. The idea had been too ephemeral to fully comprehend at the time, and now here she was, standing so close to this force of nature, or rather, the product of an act against it.
He really was terrifying, even shackled, silent, and completely powerless. He was at her mercy, and yet Kit felt like a kid playing with matches.
She was to be his guide, his confidant. Gaining his trust had seemed impossible yesterday, now she wondered if there was any point even trying.
But Lisa was always right, and if she thought it was possible to talk Shadow round, then it must be. Though now, warily watching Shadow as if he were a firework that could go off at any moment, Kit wasn’t sure how long she keep up this pretence of control.
“Tomorrow, I’ll show you where you can get some food and then we can take a walk around the base. If you need me before then, my room is just a few doors down. Number 736. And let me know if there’s anything you’d like for your room. We tried to make it comfortable for you but just ask if there’s anything else you need.”
Shadow stared into the gloom. The warm glow from the hallway lit up the furniture: a bed and a desk, a cabinet and a small table to eat at. There were warm blankets on the chair, a rug on the floor, and books on every shelf. A home from home, though not like any he’d ever known.
“This is an odd kind of confinement,” Shadow said quietly, almost to himself.
“You’re not under arrest, Shadow. You can go wherever you want, you can do whatever you want to do. There are no bars, no handcuffs, no expectations… So long as you follow the rules, you’ll do fine. You could be happy here. This is a good place. And the woods are beautiful. I’ll show you tomorrow.”
“And is that your role here, fox? Tour guide?”
“I’m your keeper.”
Shadow turned his head, nose wrinkled in derision.
“And what does that mean exactly?”
The dreaded question.
He had this way of looking at her, so intense and steady. It made Kit feel like he could see straight through her. With a gaze like that, lying to him seemed fruitless.
Honesty teetered on the tip of her tongue, threatening to spill forward and reveal that she had absolutely no clue what being his keeper meant. She had no idea what she was doing, but if she let that slip, if Shadow knew that she was way out of her depth, then she would be a goner, and everything Lisa and her colleagues had been working towards would be over.
“It means I’m supposed to look out for you,” she said, which was at least how she’d come to interpret her role. “And to make sure you don’t run off.”
“Nothing can stop me when I want something.”
“Well, I can be very persistent.”
Shadow looked her up and down again, sizing her up, making a hundred calculations in a split second. He was working her out, pinpointing any weaknesses and planning a way out of here. But the bracers were heavy on his wrists, a cold, constant reminder of his circumstances.
“I don’t doubt that,” he said.
With another huff and a disdainful look, he went into his room and slammed the door shut behind him.
Stunned, it took Kit a few moments to gather herself.
Her ears twitched against her will. She could hear Shadow moving around inside the room, picking things up and dropping them back down again carelessly, opening cupboard doors, peering curiously into the en suite, then the rustle of bedsheets.
It took one of the soldiers gruffly calling her name to bring her back to the present.
Clutching her borrowed jacket tighter around her body, Kit poked the door with her forefinger.
“Sweet dreams,” she said, then rolled her eyes. “Asshole.”
Kit thanked the soldiers, then went to bed, her mind whirring and whirling from all that she’d seen.
When at last she slept, she dreamt restlessly of a dark room and a pair of terrifying, wonderful scarlet eyes.
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rikiws · 10 months ago
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SWEET NOTHINGS (LITERALLY). ꩜
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▸ non-idol!riki x gn!reader ┆ mutual (and very oblivious) pining [fluff]
꩜ When you find a pack of your favourite gummies on your desk and a sticky-note with a little heart on it, relentless teasing from your friends is probably about to be the end of you. But a certain someone seems to be making it much, much worse. .ᐟ feat. eunchae of lsrfm and danielle of nwjns!!!
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"These reminded me of you, I hope you like them Ps: I think you're really cute :) Love, ᰔ" A heart. They put a heart too. And you have no idea who it even is.
Standing at the corner of your desk, your eyes transfixed and re-reading the small blue post-it-note stuck to your table, and right beside was a small packet of your favourite gummies. The person even went through the trouble to get your favourite flavour: strawberry. You had a pack of those nearly every day, for sustenance, quick energy, moral support, it was pretty multipurpose. But the fact that this time it wasn't you who bought them, but someone else- a someone else that you specifically didn't even know, that was crazy.
Safe to say, you were so caught up in your own thoughts, you failed to notice your two friends frantically waving their hands right in your face.
"Earth to Y/N? You've been standing there for like 5- OHMYGOSHWHATISTHATDOYOUHAVEANADMIRER?!"
"Eunchae, you're lucky I could understand that." Danielle spoke up, and the two almost immediately started bickering. Thank god you didn't have to explain yourself anymore- nope. Nevermind. They went right back to staring at you, and they looked pretty expectant.
"Listen, I have no idea who it is-" "Ooo~ it's a mystery guy huh?" "It's not like that-" "Yes the hell it is?" You didn't bother to respond. Your friends were beyond help: giggling and pointing at you like 7th graders. You were just about ready to start fighting them 2-on-1 until you heard a voice that most definitely did not belong to any of the three of you. "What happened?"
You turned yourself around and Oh good god. It was Nishimura Riki. The giggles only grew louder behind you once your friends noticed too, and you could feel your cheeks grow warm all of a sudden. God was he cute, and he's in front of you right now, like talking to you, he even asked you a question! Wait- he asked you a question. "Well, er-" "Y/N over here got some sweets from her secret admirer~" "God, they even picked out Y/N's favourite flavour! It's 'kinda thoughtful" Your friends spoke over your stammering, going on-and-on about how cute the gesture was. How the admirer must be such a cute guy. In all honesty, you agreed too. It was really cute. Something you failed to notice however, was the sudden nervousness in Riki's demeanour. His hand bashfully went up to the back of his neck, and he blurted out, "Oh It's nothing, really. I just walked by the store and-" The four of you went quiet. Riki stopped, you could see the gears turn in his head until he realised what he just said. And you could most definitely hear the sirens blaring in his head when his eyes suddenly widened. "Oh no... I left my homework in...the...bathroom. I'll see you guys later! Bye Y/N!" Riki disappeared nearly as quickly as he appeared, and you swore your cheeks were on fire or something now. You stood there in silence, eyes now glued to the door the boy had just sprinted out of. Quietly, a voice, nearly a whisper sounded from behind you: Danielle's. "Oh wow..." You couldn't have said it any better.
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A/N : please ignore how I added extra stuff, I literally pulled out this blurb in like 30 minutes and am way too indecisive to just leave it be (҂◡_◡)
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wolfpants · 11 months ago
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Tucked between a greasy spoon caf and an empty retail space with boarded-up windows, Chariot Books makes absolutely no secret of the fact it’s a gay bookshop. It’s small, but mighty; Sirius and his business partner Fabian have only had it for a couple of years, and before then, their business had run out of both their flats, a mail order service that kept Sirius’s home stuffed full of boxes and paperwork. A clandestine but well-oiled machine, Harry always thought. Sirius took great pride in it too, always seemed to be working, always seemed to be taking delivery of a new title or import from San Francisco or somewhere else Harry has never been to.
Harry still remembers the day they opened, this tiny shop with its floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, wire rotating stands full of paperbacks, posters and notices tacked to the walls wherever there’s space, advertising everything from poetry readings to weekly interest group meetings to helpline and crisis information.
A riot of colour. A riot of community.
Back then, Harry had been fresh out of secondary school in the suburbs, wandering aimlessly toward UCL and a psychology degree he’s still not entirely sure he wants, two years down the line.
He’d gotten the train to London with his dad. A multipurpose visit: to catch up with his godfather, his dad’s oldest friend, and to visit the halls of residence for university because his dad wanted to sus them out before committing.
Nothing like my place at Cambridge, he’d said with an approving, delighted laugh as they looked around the common room together with its vending machines full of pop and crisps and sweets, and the groups of casually dressed kids listening to American pop music on a portable record player set up on one of the plastic dining tables. And later that night, before they went back home to Surrey, the launch party for the shop: Harry staring up at the pink triangle on the sign above the door and feeling a huge sense of pride and admiration for his favourite relative in the world, who had finally made it all happen, after all those years.
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Today I got to visit one of my favourite bookshops in the world - Gay's The Word - the shop Chariot Books in Pages of You is based. It's a gem of a place, rich with history, with an amazing stock of LGBTQ literature, erotica, and nonfiction. I spent an enormous amount of time researching its history for this fic, my first ever Drarry fic. I haven't been back since before I even conceived that fic, so getting to browse the shelves today was amazing for me! So joyous to see places like this stand the test of time and display their legacy so proudly.
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p4ngilz · 11 months ago
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HI AL! Having connor date a fem!shy!reader, you can choose the cabin, would be so so cute if you could write that! Like, him being absurdedly clingy and sending her kisses or making as if they were strangers to flirt with her bc she's adorable and the whole camp being kind of like, "We get it connor- you love her, can we eat in peace/practice now" and reader being a tomato half the time but smiling at his antics. it would be amazing if you could!!
grips table this is the first time i'll write in this format so tell me if it's okay or wtv 😁☝ also the reader is a child of hephaestus !! happy (late) valentine's babes also this is so fucking LONG i hope this makes up for the inactivity and tardiness
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— clingy connor is the only correct connor sorry guys i just know he likes you just being around or vice versa. even if you're doing something else that he's not involved in, as long as he's in your presence he's happy.
"what do you think, y/n?" "it looks good! although i think you missed a part of the formula here. not that i memorized it exactly, it just looks...less than what i feel it usually is."
"you feel? haha, alright, let me—what's he doing here?" your half-sibling raised a brow at connor who stood behind you as you scanned some notes and formulas scribbled across blueprints that your half-sibling laid out for you.
connor waved. you shrugged and said, "he wanted to come with me, is it okay if he stays?"
your sibling gave him a skeptical look, but eventually agreed. for the next 15 minutes he just stood there while you worked, asking questions like "what does this part do" and "what's this symbol" to occasionally break the silence.
when you talked technical with your siblings, he nodded like he understood, when he actually didn't. he was satisfied with just hearing you speak confidently about something you were passionate about—your machines.
when you were done, you walked out of the cabin and he bid your half-sibling goodbye, leaving a few candies on her work desk to be nice. "that was fun! i love you, you're so cool." practically bouncing on his feet as you walked, he kissed your head and you felt your face burn up, feeling the eyes of your half-sibling on you.
— he follows you around like a puppy sometimes, it's really cute. he provides moral support too, if that helps. it's like having a cheerleader.
"go on," he murmured as he nudged the small of your back. the little present in your hands, a device that you yourself crafted for clarisse la rue, rested on a bed of straw inside a wooden case. it was multipurpose, serving as a pen, a swiss army knife, a lighter, a comb, a grappling hook, and a double-ended dagger of sorts. you didn't even know you had the abilities to make something like that, but in the end it was worth it. beautiful with designs around the handle with celestial bronze and leather, you hoped she'd at least appreciate it.
a few years ago clarisse had saved you in a monster attack while in the mortal world, and only now did you discover that it was her who took action. just in time, because she had gotten you on her team for capture the flag tonight and it gave you the perfect opportunity to approach her.
you squeezed the box with your fingers and went down to the training grounds, where clarisse was fighting with a practice dummy. she hacked away at its limbs and dislocated its jaw, showing off how much of a fighter she was. you swallowed and got closer.
you looked back to see connor, watching from a distance, and he made another gesture to get a little closer. you cleared your throat. "excuse me...clarisse? i wanted to, uh, give you something for that little accident at an amusement park a few years ago..."
it ended up going smoothly, with her even loving your gift so much she offered to give you extra dessert privileges that night in exchange for hers. every once in a while you'd see connor some distance behind her, giving you thumbs-ups and nodding.
when you were done, you walked back to connor slightly shaking, but with a smile on your face.
he pumped his fist in the air as soon as you were out of clarisse's line of sight. "good! that's my girl. told you she'd love it!" he clapped.
you chuckled softly. "i did it...!"
"YOU DID IT!" he repeated, louder this time, throwing his arms up and celebrating with you. "let's go swim, hm? you deserve a good cool-off." knowing how much you loved refreshing yourself in the lake, you smiled and nodded as he took your hand, already undoing the cargo vest you had over your camp shirt to prepare you for your dip in the lake.
— connor being the type to speak up for you for little things as well!! what a gentleman. he likes doing things for you, watching you get all warm and averting people's eyes. it's all lighthearted, he just likes to show off how much he loves you by doing things for you.
your eyes kept darting to the pillow next to some camper's legs. lou ellen was telling a story at the campfire—and she was damn good at it. she had everyone's attention, including the camper who had the old pillow you wanted so badly to hug.
"holy hades," connor whispered in awe as lou ellen continued to narrate. you weren't paying attention, so you hummed in inquiry. "she said she almost got jumped by the international police! man, i should ask for some tips—" he was shushed by the person sitting in front of him and he rolled his eyes, scrunching up his face. "what's the matter, baby?" he asked you.
"it's nothing," you murmured, tearing your eyes off the pillow, no matter how desperately you wanted to sit more comfortably. it wasn't worth bothering another person.
he nudged you. "hey."
"it's nothing!"
but he caught how your eyes flit to the camper's legs. he pointed at it and looked at you as if asking a question, and you mumbled something in affirmation. before you could stop him, he was reaching over and shaking the camper's shoulder. "mind if i take this? thanks." it was easy for him; all the camper did was nod and the pillow was placed in your lap.
"thanks," you mumbled as connor put his arm around you, now that you were both comfortable enough to listen to lou ellen. you held the pillow, rough with age and not even fluffy but a soft surface nonetheless, snuggling up to him.
"anything for you. 'excuse me, she asked for no pickles!'"
— he's sooooo corny sometimes ew !! blowing you kisses and holding your hand and playing with your hair etc, he loves seeing your reactions so much.
"y'did great today, sweetie. the forges are well-loved." he kissed the tip of your nose as he held your tired hands in his. you two were curled up on your bunk while your other siblings either napped or were busy with their own things.
you scrunched up your nose, feeling a sneeze coming on, and he laughed, the sound rumbling through his chest that pressed aainst your shoulder. he continued to massage your hands, but you pulled away to sneeze. "bless you, y/n." he handed you a tissue.
you sighed as he continued to knead the tired joints in your hands, reliving the tension. without realizing it, you started to get used to the feeling of his own calloused fingers on your skin. you stared, mesmerized as he continued to do you a favor.
"psst." you looked up to lock eyes with him. his face split into a big grin, the one that always made your stomach flutter, and you quickly looked away, biting back a giddy smile. "what?" he asked, almost sounding hurt. "i'm not doing anything?"
"you're making me...you're so flirty!" you whispered, looking around to make sure no one was watching how lovey-dovey he was being. no one was, but you feared if he started tickling you, it would cause an explosion of one of your little machines under your bunk or something.
"and? i'm always flirty," he said proudly. you prodded him to move over to the corner so he would be able to hide out of sight. despite that, he still managed to pull you close, caging you between his arms and resting his head on your shoulder as he continued to massage your hands. one of your siblings passed by and made a gagging motion.
you sat there for a while, savoring the feeling of him against you while you murmured some ideas for your next project. he would nod and reply, half-absentmindedly but you swore you could feel his gaze slowly bore into you and spread like a warm blanket. or maybe that was your blush creeping up your neck.
you only had about three more minutes of this before one of connor's half siblings came storming into your cabin. "you," he snapped his fingers at connor. "mr d. knows what you did." he seemed dead serious and connor's smile dropped. "and you," he pointed at you. "is he glued to you or something? damn."
"i...do a lot of things, what did he find out?"
"he knows, connor."
"oh shit, okay," he stood up, but not before making a big show of giving you a tight hug and a very, very enthusiastic kiss on the mouth. you barely had time to react and when he pulled away you were wide-eyed and hot. "see you around, babe!" shoving his sibling out the door, he blew kisses and waved goodbye.
babe? you felt like sinking into your mattress at the mere thought of it. at the same time, though, you were thrilled, loving his not-so-little gestures. your half siblings grinned from their places. "babe?" "that is so corny!" "have a good day, babe." "did you eat lunch yet, babe?"
you pulled your makeshift curtains closed and hid in your bunk.
— he's all over you. finds it so cute when you're working and you make that focusing face. he loves watching you put things together or disassemble them—doesn't matter, it's you he's looking at anyway.
he found it so cute. your pursed lips, how still your irises stayed still in precision as you worked. it was like you even conditioned your breathing to be a certain way as to not disturb your hands too much. you didn't mind the grime that built on your fingers, and he found you so beautiful whenever the fire cast an orange glow on your face. and he made sure to tell you everything on his mind.
after his 4th comment on how your craftsmanship blew his mind or how impressed he was with how you could even visualize these kinds of things, you could barely focus, feeling like hiding in the nearest crate, away from his teasing eyes. of course, you liked it, loved it, even, but his little remarks were too much!! he's too coy!!
as soon as you went to the table he was sitting by, looking for a certain tool and holding your reference sheet, you caught him smiling at you. when you turned to him he reached over and pushed a stray lock of hair out of your eyes and chuckled.
you slowly turned your head to the side, looking away and muttering a slow but thorough curse, making connor laugh, a voice among the clanging and crackles of the forge.
"you gotta loosen up, you know, baby? it's just me." he didn't take his eyes off you when he rubbed your hands and smiled up at you almost tauntingly.
"no, it's not, but go ahead and make out if you wish," nyssa peeked over from her table and called out to you two.
no words left you, but to match your burning face one of the hearths behind you roared with flames.
— everyone is so fed up and connor just finds it amusing because he's a menace like that. you secretly find it amusing, too, because you find some reactions funny like the kids who find it gross. but connor likes to go and make it worse, just so the kids have something to laugh at. the older campers though? not so much. they'll groan and roll their eyes as connor smothers you with kisses, telling you two to get a room. and you do exactly that.
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urbanwood02 · 9 months ago
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Tools That Feel Important in My Practice
Candles
Considering I'm a Catholic and I also work with a fire goddess, it's completely unsurprising to me that candles are a big part of my craft. I've always used candles in veneration, so candle magic was a natural next step. I absolutely love using tealights and birthday candles as well as dollar-store pillar candles - cheap, accessible, and easy to use.
Rosaries
Again, Catholic. Rosaries are a great way to do contemplative prayer and/or meditation, and they help me add power and intention to my spellwork. They can be made of all kinds of stones and crystals, too - my current favorite has amethyst beads.
Tarot cards and runes
I've been working with tarot and runes for years, originally under the guise of "just for fun" and "it doesn't do anything but it's interesting." I've since fully embraced them as tools for communication with my deities and representation in my workings. I have a lovely little pocket deck and rune set, but I'd someday like to get/make another deck and set.
Herbs - specifically rosemary, cinnamon, and rose
Green/kitchen witchcraft felt right at home when I started my spiritual journey last year. I already loved herbal tea blends and gardening - incorporating these things into my faith has been fun! Rosemary is a wonderful multipurpose herb, cinnamon is so warm and comforting for abundance and wealth, and roses have always been my favorite flowers - I'm pleased to work with Mother Mary, who loves them as much as I do.
Salts
In the same vein as above, salts seemed like a natural addition to my working. Table salt is a great base for lots of different kinds of magic (and can be used in kitchen witchery with ease!), and black salt is wonderfully protective (don't use this one in kitchen witchery, though).
Cauldron
My cauldron was an unexpected add to my working tools - I found it, a little brass thing, at my local antique shop, and felt so called to it that I went back to get it after deciding against it the first time. I have interacted with Lady Cerridwen, who brought cauldrons to my attention, and to be honest, I love their classic witchy image. It's convenient to have on hand when I want to safely burn something.
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lotus-tower · 11 months ago
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it’s not that there aren’t very real challenges and difficulties that come with covid mitigation
but at the core of it even the measures that require no imagination would be highly effective in driving down transmission, which would in return make other activities that are more difficult to mitigate infection risk for less risky
like we’re sitting here pretending we don’t understand the concept of ventilation or filtration, or that the idea of staying home when sick is weird and alien, or that it’s inconceivable that putting something on your face that filters air will reduce sickness. and we’re pretending that it’s normal for people to get sick at the hospital because hospitals are overflowing and have so many outbreaks happen in them. we’re acting like doing things outdoors or opening the windows is a concept that has never been seen before.
there are many ways we could transform society into one that respects disabled people and that values health and well-being over profit, but that’s honestly not even on the table at the moment. what we’re talking about is rejecting the use of ordinary tools and technologies that have literally been used for decades. I’ve heard about teachers and healthcare workers who purposefully go out of their way to turn off air filters that have been bought for them. repeatedly, every day. I’ve watched a video where a farmer wore an N95 to clean the chicken coop due to particles, but took it off to go to the store.
what’s happening right now isn’t just “people did the calculation and decided money is more important than people’s lives” in a pure rational way. because that’s not how capitalism works anyway. we all know by now that happy workers are more productive, some companies saw good results when going remote for the first time under lockdown, etc. but the goal is to control workers as a class, and to preserve the status quo.
obviously, long covid will cost more to the economy than updating ventilation will. obviously, children who are sick all the time won’t perform as well at school. obviously, reducing infection would reduce the burden on collapsing hospitals. prevention is always cheaper than attempted treatment. but these facts don’t mean anything. people are ideologically committed to covid denialism to such a degree that it’s pushed them to do utterly absurd things. they’re overcorrecting like crazy in order to try to get to the 2019 “normal” state.
people are trying to gaslight us into believing that we were always sick all the time, that measles is a normal winter illness like the flu, that PPE measures were like this before the pandemic. scientific research and facts aren’t going to convince these people.
and it’s just ridiculous because the situation at hand is literally one where improving air quality, a multipurpose measure with no downsides whatsoever, is a no-go specifically because it could reduce covid, whether that’s the stated goal or not, and they balk at the idea of accidentally reducing covid transmission.
meanwhile, private bioscience firms are trying to invent ridiculously complex long covid treatments with hundreds of millions of funds from rich sponsors. and that’s okay, because that’s a Thing. rich genius saviors are always okay. but opening the windows for free? for prevention? to prevent getting the untreatable illness to begin with? that’s weird and unfathomable
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anazimed · 11 months ago
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Multipurpose Operating Table is designed such that all movements are manipulated from head control ooperating table.It provide comfort positions so that doctors can perform various surgeries and incorporates detachable foot section.And hand wheel regulate back section and leg section movement.Oil pump controls the ascending and decending movement of the table.
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