#Running Virtual Machines at Home

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Mini pc vs Server: Best Home Lab Server in 2024?

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As we are headed into the back half of 2023, if you are like me, you are thinking about lab hardware that you may want to change out going into 2024. With Black Friday not much farther out in the grand scheme of things, you may be thinking about a new home lab server or other gear. With that being said, the mini PC market has really exploded, providing great options for the home lab. This post…

[gutsby]

Joel Miller

Waiting Game (dbf!Joel)

Joel has mastered the art of self-control in all areas except one: not fucking his friend’s daughter. A cross-country road trip home from college takes a hard turn when he’s forced to share a motel room with you.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

One shots for the Waiting Game ‘verse

Homemade: While your dad’s watching a movie downstairs, you and his best friend decide to make one of your own.

Diehard: Joel tries Viagra for the very first time.

Ruined!: Joel is an old man who struggles to cum sometimes. You’ve got time to kill and a tight hole to fill.

Cabin Fever (Dark!Joel x Dark!Reader) [DEAD DOVE]

Joel saves your life, but help comes at a price.

Confines: Joel locks you up in a subterranean bunker.

Finders Keepers (bfd!Joel)

When you find an old shirt of Mr. Miller’s lying around, you can’t resist. When he finds you humping a pillow and moaning his name, neither can he.

Cry, Baby

Joel fucks you to the point of tears. That’s all.

Just Peachy [anal]

Joel’s got a jealous streak and a bold idea.

Wingman (himbo!Joel crackfic)

Your bestie braves the tampon aisle for you.

Watch Your Mouth

Joel teaches you to keep quiet during sex.

Love Tap (dad!Joel)

Old habits die hard with your husband—touching you at inappropriate times is one of them.

If You Like Piña Coladas (neighbor!Joel)

You secretly make Joel a profile on Hinge. Then he shows you exactly why he doesn’t need one.

My Body, His Choice [freeuse]

After a long day, Joel just needs some relief.

Who’s Your Daddy? (stepdad!Joel)

You get stuck in the washing machine. Thankfully, your stepdad is around to help you out.

Make It Stick

Joel never thought he’d need a vasectomy. Then, one night, he accidentally finishes inside you.

Cowboy Killers

On a mission to find—and fight—your best friend’s lying, cheating boyfriend at the bar, you end up throwing your drink in the wrong face and landing in a sticky situation with Joel Miller, who never plays fair.

Seeing Pink [DD/LG]

Joel steals more of your innocence every day. Fortunately, you love to give as much as he loves to take.

Bucky Barnes

Wedded Bliss (Mob!Bucky)

The marriage was arranged, and the sex is deranged. Bucky is so obsessed with your pussy that he almost forgets he’s meant to be faking this whole thing—and hating it, like sworn enemies are supposed to do.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Daryl Dixon

Dead Ringer

Weeks of separation and sexual frustration come to a head when Daryl pays you a visit in the middle of the night. Whether it's the product of your own sex-deprived subconscious or reality, you can't be sure—and couldn't care less. Daryl wants to fulfill the fantasy any way he can.

Easy Street

You steal a cop car and almost run Daryl over en route to the Sanctuary. You can’t decide if you want to fight him, fuck him, or bring him back to Negan. Lucky for you, Daryl is game for all three.

Nighthawk

You decide to bring Spencer to the neighborhood Halloween bash to take your mind off your breakup with Daryl. Your ex isn't so easily convinced of your intentions and decides there's no better place than his motorcycle to show you just how much he misses you.

Cherry Pie

You know virtually nothing about sex, and Daryl’s done it all. Together, you take on an impromptu anatomy lesson, and you learn that Daryl has a lot more to teach you than what’s covered in the textbooks.

Walker Bait

An unforeseen foray into a sex shop leaves you and Daryl trapped between a plastic cock and a hard place as a herd of walkers closes in. Angry sex ensues.

Grow a Uterus and We’ll Talk

Daryl has a bad case of baby fever, to put it lightly. You’re practically terrified of children. Rick lends you his kid for the night, and together, you come to learn that parenthood might not be the worst thing in the world. Even easier than baking muffins, one might say.

Honey Trap

You’ve been tasked with two simple jobs: infiltrate Alexandria’s community and bring intel back to your boss by any means necessary. When your entry point into the group takes the form of a familiar blue-eyed archer, you expect this to be your easiest gig yet—that is, until your prey decides to hunt you back.

Pregnant Pause

Babymaking is a bit trickier than anticipated, and months have passed with no sign of pregnancy. When your period finally doesn’t show up on time, you and Daryl act fast and head straight for the pharmacy—and get a little caught up along the way.

Mr. Dixon

Your efforts to seduce the DILF next door have all failed spectacularly, so you decide a wet hot car wash in front of his house is in order. Mr. Dixon is less than impressed with your antics and plans to teach you a lesson in good manners and ‘neighborliness.’

I’m a Good Girl, Officer!

Apparently flashing your tits to truckers on the freeway is frowned upon in small towns like yours. When three familiar King County cops take charge of the case, you learn they punish bad girls a little differently.

Playing Dangerous

Working undercover in a seedy part of town, homicide detective Daryl sees you in your skimpy club attire and mistakes you for a hooker. A wrongful arrest makes for a funny way to foreplay, but you’re still game.

Fake It Til You Make It (Or Drown)

Daryl finds out you faked an orgasm. Instead of getting mad, he decides to get even.

Best Served Cold

Since your fiancé can’t seem to keep his hands off of Lori, you decide Daryl is the perfect way to make him pay. Revenge sex has never felt so good.

Coming Soon:

Bite the Bullet

Back at the prison, new recruits have been showering you with gifts. One of these presents doesn’t sit quite right with Daryl, and he decides it’s time to let the men know just how he feels—and who you belong to.

Atlantic City

A very drunk Daryl meets a stripper in Jersey and wastes no time putting a ring on her finger. With the late, great Elvis Presley presiding, the two get hitched in a slipshod ceremony a couple weeks before the world descends into chaos. This marriage may be short-lived, but damn if the honeymoon won’t be one to remember.

Requests are open!

[octuscle]

Distilled masculinity

Timothy was a twink. There was no other way to put it. He had a flawless soft house, a rosy, soft face, golden curls, hardly any beard growth and virtually no body hair. There were a lot of people who found him incredibly sexy the way he was. He was shagged at least once a day. But he couldn't get close to the men he actually liked, the big, hairy musclemen. He was invisible to them… Completely.

In order to be as close to his idols as possible, he had taken on a temporary job at the gym on campus. Working a bit at reception, tidying up in the evenings… But his favorite task was to collect the towels from the training area in the evening and take them to the laundry. If he was lucky, a few members of the wrestling team had wiped their sweat with them. And then their musk still hung in the cotton. Timothy couldn't get enough of sinking his face into these towels. Before he fed them into the washing machine, he had jerked off into the towels more than once. Especially when he himself had found wank stains in the towels, which unfortunately happened far too rarely for his liking.

At some point, Timothy began not to put the towels that stank the most in the laundry, but to secretly collect them in his own locker in the gym. The stench became more and more overwhelming when he opened the locker… The very idea that he could sink his nose into the dirty towels again made his puny cock hard. But he remained a twink. Nothing to change! Not even through his attempts to work out in the gym himself. Preferably before or after the official opening hours. When other musclemen trained with him, he felt uncomfortable on the one hand because he was such a beanpole. And on the other hand, he had a hard-on that couldn't be hidden. No, if the members of the wrestling team or the football team were anywhere near him, he couldn't train…

Timothy's major was chemistry. If his dream of finally getting close to the big guys wasn't going to come true, he at least wanted to become a successful chemist. His dream was to isolate substances that could turn people like him into people like his idols. But that would remain as much a dream as ever being shagged by the quarterback or the captain of the wrestling team.

After a sleepless night in which he had jerked off more than once, Timothy had an idea. It seemed crazy to him. But he had to try it. He wanted to distill the sweat, the cum, the musk from his towel collection. He wanted a concentrate that he could rub under his armpits. If he didn't look like one of the mountains of muscle, he at least wanted to smell like one… And as the sun slowly rose, he also had an idea of how he could do this… That evening, when he was finally alone again in the gym, he wanted to get straight down to business.

The experimental setup was not easy. Timothy had made something like a funnel out of old plastic boxes in the gym's storeroom and filled it with distilled water. Over and over again. Until it slowly began to drip from the bottom of his funnel. Water that had run through the towels and picked up the delicious scents of dozens of jocks on its way. It was long after midnight when he had collected about a gallon of liquid. She smelled like the towels had smelled. Timothy stuffed them into the washing machine. His boss had long wondered where all the towels disappeared to. Now the stock would be replenished. Timothy took the canister of flavored water and went home. now he wanted to distill the scent. He had bought a still for amateur distillers. But he didn't want to make schnapps. He had other things in mind. Unfortunately, his plan didn't work out. Just as the first oily drops were dripping into his Erlenmeyer flask, there was a bang! And the whole still blew up. Shit, it was 04:00 in the morning. He heard neighbors yelling. Timothy hurriedly grabbed a rag and wiped up the mess on his kitchen floor. And he got a boner. Bigger and harder than ever before. The rag stank! Stank more than any changing room. Every football jersey. Than anything he'd ever smelled. It didn't smell beastly. It smelled like a beast! But Timothy stank too. When the apparatus had exploded, there had been plenty of splashes of the original liquid and the distillate. Timothy went into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. His T-shirt was stained. He took it off. And absent-mindedly, he took the cloth he had just used to wipe the floor and rubbed his upper body with it. The smell! He rubbed his face. Damn it! That overwhelming smell! He took the cloth and rubbed his upper body as if it were a washcloth.

Tim grunted. Yeah, the washcloth wasn’t exactly clean. But hell, it was early in the morning, and he was about to hit the gym anyway. Why did he even bother washing up before? Washing was for wimps. Yeah, he was everything but a wimp. He started posing. He liked what he saw. He was in good shape. When the bulking phase ended and he prepped for the next competitions, he'd have to shave his chest hair again. He hated that. But shit, he was too dumb for any other job. Or for college or some crap. And he didn’t want a football career either. Coach kicked him off the team after he banged the quarterback. Hehehe, it was worth it. But now he wasn't gonna crawl back to the team. Tim made his pecs dance. 5:30 AM. In an hour and a half, he’d have to open the gym. Plenty of time to chug a gallon of protein shake and maybe do a little leg workout. He'd hit chest again tonight. Maybe he’d even let the wrestling team captain give him a hand with it.

[gunpowderdtim]

It's no wonder Out happened when you really think about it. Nastya doesn't like organic life because it's complicated, it can break, sometimes it's even unfixable.

quote from gender rebels

Nastya is in love with Aurora, and in saying that she is saying "you are not organic life, I can deal with you because you are metal and algorithm and predictable" - we can see this in bedtime story when she says she'll tweak Aurora's story creation algorithm

screenshot from A Bedtime Story

Aurora is not inorganic. She is not ai. She is a space moon made of flesh and blood and teeth and bone. She is not an ai. She is a body that was taken and stripped of autonomy, of the right to self identify, of the right to think- to be imperfect and organic.

The metal is a veneer that hides how messy and traumatized and unfixable she is. From the outside she is a starship. From the inside she can still bleed.

And this makes them fundamentally incompatible. But yet, they are in love.

And really, it's no wonder Nastya fell in love with Aurora. Let's take a look at Nastya's home planet, or at least home society:

"Terminals were scattered across the planet. There was one on every street corner, one beneath every lamppost and one in every commune block." "The midwife-machine performs a series of programmed manœuvres to quieten [the baby]. It cradles it and hums at several pitches until it finds one that seems most soothing. Mechanical arms stroke the baby’s flesh even as others start the process of implanting augmented reality interfaces into its nervous system." "The Czar an atrophied frame, never present in the real world and worn to dust by the chemical compounds that kept his brain alive so it could live forever in a perfect virtual paradise. The Rabotnik a copy, a mind preserved unchanging in the instant before its death and placed in an everlasting metal frame." (Cyberian Demons)

Its safe to say the world Nastya was born into, from the very minute she was born, was ridden with technology. She has augmented reality interfaces inplanted into her from birth. It would stand to reason that being taken from this society, wherein technology is everywhere, inside and out, would stand for a bit of a shock.

Aurora too had been augmented by the Cyberia.

While it is stated that the last time Nastya had used the ports themselves was directly before her death — "The last time she had used the ports, her tutor had ripped them out of her as the rebels stormed the palace" — Aurora is laced with Cyberian technology. I'd imagine she has something of a 'bluetooth wireless connection' with Aurora, rather than the physical data transfer of files between the ports and Nastya, it may as well be similar enough.

Imagine being Nastya, going from Cyberia, wherein there is augmented reality contantly, transplanted onto a ship with metal blood, a jonny, and a vampire. To Aurora, where the only bits of augmented reality run through Aurora.

Of course she'd fall in love with her. Aurora is familiarity. Aurora isn't organic. Aurora isn't human.

And of course when the undeniable part of aurora that is organic, that is a flesh moon plated in metal with her brain hooked to machines, when so much has broken and been replaced, when, presumably, aurora is less of an algorithm, nastya leaves with the brand cyberia left on her.

Because Aurora healing, becoming more of herself and less of a starship, is messy, and organic, and human.

and hard for nastya.

‘Think how long she’s been flying you around. Think how many bullet holes you’ve punched through her and how many atmospheres you’ve dropped her through. Think how many alterations and improvements we’ve made, Tim to her guns and Ashes to her storage and Brian to her engines and the Toy Soldier to who knows what. How much do you think is left of her after all she’s brought you through?’ Nastya held up the ancient, battered piece of hull plating. Just visible under the grime and scars of particles of space junk was a fragment of the Aurora’s original logo and serial number. Jonny honestly couldn’t remember the last time he had seen a version that hadn’t been painted by the Mechanisms themselves. ‘So she’s free, now.’ Nastya gestured around at the spaceship they were standing in. ‘This Aurora can take you where you want to go. I’m going to take my Aurora somewhere else.’

Aurora was ship of theseus'd. Aurora was improved. Aurora was no longer cyberian. (both literally, and metaphorically)

So nastya left.

[jainitor]

CHAPTER 1

Virtual Dough

Masterlist

Sypnosis: Getting in a heated argument with a player on Roblox over a pizza seemed like a harmless distraction—until you suddenly find yourself added into a group chat with four others. To your shock, the player you were clashing with isn’t a kid at all, but a 20-year-old woman.

After an exhausting day of training, you needed a way to blow off some steam. And what better way than your go-to ritual of cyberbullying kids on Roblox? You threw yourself onto your bed, sinking into the soft comforter, landing on your stomach, and placed your laptop in front of you. The familiar hum of the laptop powering on was a small comfort. As the screen lit up, your lock screen appeared a candid shot of you, Jimin, Minjeong, Ningning, and Giselle all huddled together after a long day. That photo always made you smile. You had been thinking a lot lately about how lucky you were to be in the group. As the youngest, they naturally took care of you, like a family. They were your support system, the ones who had your back no matter what. With them, you never felt out of place. They were more than just groupmates; they were your home.

As you stared at the screen, a familiar voice interrupted your thoughts.

"Minjeong's cooking. Want anything?" Jimins voice drifted through the crack in your barely open door.

You turned your head slightly, still hovering over your laptop's keyboard. "Thanks, unnie, but I'm really tired right now," you said, and it wasn't an excuse. After five straight hours of intense practice, every muscle in your body felt like it was running on fumes.

Jimin paused. "Not even topokki?"

The magic word.

Like a switch had flipped, your face lit up at the mere thought of it. Topokki was your weakness, and Jimin knew it. She smirked knowingly.

"I'll take that as a yes." she said, her voice light with a giggle, before quietly closing the door behind her.

You sighed, feeling just a bit more energized at the prospect of food. Still, there was one more thing you had to do before fully relaxing. Turning your attention back to your laptop, you opened Chrome and navigated to Roblox. The familiar screen popped up, and as the website loaded, you spotted one of your online friends in the middle of playing Work at a Pizza Place. Without a second thought, you hit Join Game. This could be fun, you thought. After all, messing with random players had practically become your calling card.

The game finally loaded, and you quickly scanned through the available roles. Without hesitation, you selected chef As your avatar appeared in the kitchen, your eyes darted around the virtual workspace. It didn't take long to find your target, another player diligently working, carefully arranging pizza ingredients like their life depended on it. Target locked.

You moved quickly, grabbing dough and dragging it across the screen, purposely placing it where it didn't belong, on top of the soda machine, even on the floor. You did it again, and again, your movements deliberate and chaotic. Watching the other player scramble to fix your mess was satisfying in a way only Roblox chaos could deliver.

You sighed, shutting down your laptop with a bit more force than usual. Frustration bubbled under the surface. That kid had called you a "brat." Normally, insults rolled right off your back, but "brat"? That one hit differently, like a sharp sting you couldn’t shake off.

That word—

“Y/N!!”

You winced at the sudden sound of Minjeong’s voice echoing through the room. How did she manage to be so loud, even with your door locked? Probably calling you for dinner. With a long exhale, you sat up and dragged yourself toward the door.

[archangeldyke-all]

that amab ceo!Vika ask got me 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

can i request a fic about reader jokingly requesting a nut video with sound & Sevika actually ends up sending it, whining & dirty talking in the background? 😣

hehehehehehehehhehehehehehehehehehe

men and minors dni

sevika's at home today. you were supposed to have the day off with her, but you got a call this morning from seamus begging you to come in and fix the copier. it's acting up. again.

she spent the morning trying to get you to stay in bed with her, but you went in anyways, knowing that if you didn't handle the problem now, by the time you get back on monday the copier would be on the brink of spontaneous combustion.

you're sitting on the floor of the printing/copying room, surrounded by parts of the machine and the giant manual that came with it, trying to find the source of the error. you've been here for hours. you've got a half eaten sandwich beside you for lunch. you're cursing yourself for not taking sevika up on her offer to stay in bed all day.

your phone pings with her ringtone and you smile. speak of the devil...

'hows it going' sevika's text reads. you sigh and tap out a quick response.

'horrible.' you reply.

'poor baby' sevika rapidly responds. you smile.

'wish i was home with u.'

'anything i can do to make it better?' sevika asks. you grin and bite your lip.

'nut video with sound?' you text, adding on a few prayer hands emojis. sevika doesn't reply, which only makes you laugh more. sevika's shit at sexting, and she knows you know this. each time you tease her with a sexy text, she replies with a middle finger emoji or a phone call, knowing that her virtual dirty talk would only make you laugh more than it would make you horny.

you return to your project, scouring the guidebook for an answer, halfheartedly picking at your sandwich. you get up to stretch and do a loop around the floor, take a quick bathroom break, and chat with riley. when you return, you're surprised to see a response from sevika.

when you unlock your phone, you nearly pass out.

sevika did it. she actually did it. granted, you haven't pressed play on the video yet, but from the thumbnail (sevika's hand wrapped around her rock hard cock, a little drip of pre escaping the tip) you can pretty safely assume that sevika's actually taken your prompt to heart.

you gulp.

then you scramble to your feet, running out of the copier room to sevika's office, slamming and locking the door behind you before pulling down the curtains. for a second, you just stand there, staring at the tantalizing video on your phone, and then you jump into action, sprawling out on her couch and shoving your hand down your pants as you click play.

'you're lucky you're cute, y'know. this shit is ridiculous.' sevika narrates to the camera as she gently jerks her cock. eight inches long and not even fully hard yet-- not because she's not aroused, but because it takes a cock that big so fucking long to fill up with blood-- her cock's standing proud in her hand as she steadily, slowly jerks it.

you bite your lip.

sevika's foreskin is bunching up tantalizingly around her head, before being pulled back down around her shaft as her hand moves. she knows how obsessed you are with the flap of skin, obsessed with how sensitive it is. 'you're such a pervert.' sevika's breathy voice scolds, like she's reading your mind.

you gulp as your fingers start tracing circles around your clit, matching the slow pace of sevika's hand.

the small drip of precum on her head starts growing, before it slowly, slowly drips down her shaft until it's swiped up by sevika's grip. her pace is increasing, her breaths coming out shaky from behind the camera. 'shoulda just stayed home, this coulda been your hand. fuck, or your mouth. or your cunt, shit.' sevika curses as she imagines you. 'fuck, i wish you were here, baby.' she whispers. 'fuckin' miss you.'

your cunt clenches around nothing, and you bite your lip to muffle a moan as you dip your fingers down to tease your hole.

sevika's pace is quick now, her cock is throbbing in her grip. for a moment, she lets go, gives you a full, unobstructed view of her girthy, twitching dick. then, you can hear her spit in her hand, and when her fingers wrap around her cock again, it grows wet and shiny.

she's close. you are too.

sevika's breaths are quick and shaky, she lets out little grunts and curses each time she swipes her thumb over the head of her cock. 'look how fuckin' messy 'y make me, honey.' sevika grunts. 'look how wet i am for you.' she moans. 'you drive me insane. can't believe you left me all alone this morning. i had plans y'know-- fuck-- plans to fuck you all day long.'

your cunt flutters around your fingers, and muffled wet sounds start filling sevika's office with each thrust of your fingers.

''m gonna split you in half when you get home. gonna fuck you so hard you can't walk-- then you won't be able to leave me. just keep you on the fuckin' bed, all fucked out, all your holes drippin' in cum and gaping-- beggin' for me-- shit!' sevika groans. her balls are tightening beneath her hand, her cock leaking more and more pre. 'fuck, you're not even here and you're drivin' me crazy. 'm so fuckin' close.'

"fuck, please." you whisper to your phone as you watch your girlfriend approach her orgasm.

'miss you so much baby. wish you were here, wish y' could lick up my cum.' she moans as she finally cums, coating her knuckles in rope after rope of her thick white cum.

you cum at the sight of it, your back arching off the couch and a high pitched whine escaping your lips. you don't take your eyes off of your phone, watching as sevika drains her balls and makes a mess of herself.

for a few moments, you can hear sevika's huffing breaths as she recovers from her orgasm. her thigh twitches, and her cock begins to grow flaccid, and she sighs, satisfied and sleepy. she pulls her hand away from her cock, giving you a good show of the cum coating her fingers, before flipping the camera around and winking at you. then, the camera cuts to black.

you flop on you back, panting as you stare at the ceiling. fuck. you think. i'm going home, fuck this. sevika can buy a new copier on monday.

before you get up to leave, you pull your fingers out of your pants and open your camera app to selfie mode. you take a quick video, showing off the strings of cum that glisten and cling to your fingers, before sinking them into your mouth and licking them clean. you moan at the camera, popping your fingers out of your mouth then smirking. "be home soon, honey." you say with a wink.

you send the video off then rise to your shaky legs, grabbing your bag and heading to the exit. when you get to your car, your phone pings again.

'cant wait ;)' sevika says.

you grin.

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[misseviehyde]

PROJECT FEAR

Fear... fear never changes.

Claire could feel it in the cold taste of her mouth and the tightening of her chest. The thudding beat of her heart punctuated each moment as her bully Madison moved towards her. There was no escape.

"What... the... fuck... do you want, you little loser bitch?"

Madison towered over Claire. She was gorgeous, beautiful and flawless. Perfect pink lips curved into a wicked smile as she smoothed down her black designer dress and tossed out her blonde hair. She was everything Claire dreamed of being, she was just so much BETTER than Claire.

Claire was a tiny, spotty, nerdy school girl with braces and tangled dirty hair. She felt so unconfident and so pathetic in front of the other girls beauty and total poise.

Claire felt sweat oozing out of her pores, inside her head she was whimpering. Madison sneered, her manicured hands on her hips as she looked down at the diminutive nerd. Madison was taller, her huge breasts nearly at Claire's face-height. Claire wanted to cry.

"I wanted... I wanted... I wanted to tell you to fuck off you stuck up, evil, bullying bitch."

Madison frowned. "Wh... what did you just say to me you loser?"

"I said fuck off. I should have said it back then, but I'm glad I'm saying it now. I want you to know you totally failed. You tried to make my life a living hell during high school - but I graduated top of my class. I became a success. I married a loving kind husband - I beat you and it feels so fucking good! You're the fucking loser!"

Claire screamed the last words directly into Madison's face and the look of surprise on her bullies face was worth everything. With a laugh Claire shoved her and Madison flew backwards, crashing into a wall and then through it.

"NOOOOOOOOOO!" screamed the bully as she was disintegrated instantly into nothingness and with a grin Claire reached up to her head and tugged at the invisible helmet only she could feel there...

*******

Whoosh.

With a hum of power the capsule powered up, and Claire groggily awakened. With a hiss of sealed air, it sprang open and she sat up with a stretch. Her body was now older, more mature. She was no longer a schoolgirl - she was a 32 year old woman once again.

She still found the transition from her Actual-Reality simulator to real-life jarring sometimes, but she had to admit that her latest simulation had left her feeling a sensation of immense satisfaction, even if she was mostly back to her old self.

Project Fear was really coming along nicely.

She'd always been interested in the possibilities of virtual reality - but what if it could be made even better? Actual-Reality was a slightly misleading term, but one that at least gave some idea of the power of her machine. Within the capsule she'd created, the air was teeming with millions of nano-bots. Run a simulation and they would alter your body so that you could accurately relive whatever memories and feelings you'd had at some other point in your life.

There was a safety feature of course. It was impossible to leave the capsule without being turned back into your original self when you left a simulation. The capsule automatically backed up your physical body before you left.

Bullied relentlessly at school, Claire had decided she would use her new invention to help victims of bullying. Project Fear was an attempt to create a simulation where victims could relive traumatic moments from their life, but this time tell the bullies where to fuck off.

Her backers were expecting big things - she just hoped she could deliver. She'd modelled this private simulation on her own bully Madison, imbuing the AI model and personality with every cruel and wicked quirk she could remember from the evil bullying bitch.

The front door suddenly clicked open and Claire realised her husband had just walked in. Jack had been volunteering at a food bank, he was currently supporting her work by being a stay at home husband and trying to do charity work whenever he could. She loved him so much.

She ran into his arms and they kissed, hugging as they did so. "Good day on the project?" he asked proudly as she nodded.

"You bet. In fact it would really help me out if you would test the simulator again so I can make sure it works for other people too."

"Sure thing," he grinned. "You know how much fun it is to jump inside."

Claire hadn't told Jack the full implications of her project yet. She hadn't even told him about Madison. One day she would open up about the bullying she'd experienced... until then she prefered to keep it as her secret shame.

"I'll cook dinner and then I'm happy to take your simulator for a spin," he laughed.

******

Jack stood in the interface room. This was the loading screen for the simulator. From here one could adjust ones internal avatar and load into any of the simulated situations Claire had already programmed and mapped out.

Jack loved how clever Claire was and was proud of what she had achieved already. He had quit his job to be her help at home and help her to pursue her dreams. He was besotted with his wife, she was just the loveliest person he knew.

Getting to road test her amazing technology was quite a perk though.

"Run bodybuilder simulation, play as character Kurt" he laughed - loving this one as his favourite. As he spoke - the featureless room around him shimmered into a gym, but that wasn't the best bit.

The best bit was the millions of nano-bots around him that rapidly transformed his body and made him into a copy of Kurt - the olympic weight lifter. His arms swelled up with muscles, and he became taller and stronger. He could now feel the strength he possessed - the actual reality simulator had made him into a true muscle head.

But that wasn't all. To help him instantly adapt to his situation the simulator also imparted him with Kurt's muscle memory and knowledge. He now moved effortlessly and knew exactly how to use his body to the best effect.

Jack grinned at the feeling of power and strength the simulation had given him. His arms were now as thick as tree trunks and his body rippled with slab like muscle. He was a total hunk now and Kurt's confidence and arrogance were a little intoxicating.

Jack was such a nice humble man, he had to admit he quite liked using the simulator to become like characters he wasn't really much like.

"I feel amazing," he grinned wondering what it would be like to permanently have a body like this. He'd thought of asking - but Claire had been adamant that all transformations should be temporary and only permitted in the simulator capsule.

He messed about for a bit, stretching and lifting weights. Then he decided he should try another situation.

"Computer... what other sumulations are available?"

The computer began to list them off, when suddenly a name caught his attention.

"Project fear? What's that? What characters are available - I'dl love to try that."

"Only one character is available. Madison the bully. Beginning simulation. Downloading physical form and personality construct."

"Madison? No... hey wait!"

Jack groaned as the nanobots buzzed around his body and he began to change. This time it felt different... better... if that was even possible.

Although he was losing size and muscle his body remained toned and athletic. His skin tanned and became softer and smoother - with long endless legs and a curvy waist.

Jack gasped as his Adam's apple retracted and his cock shrank inside his body. He'd never tried a female character in the simulator - now he was getting his first taste of femininity.

For the first time in his life - he didn't have a cock. Instead a perfect tight pussy now sat between his thighs. The pussy of a cheerleading bullying bitch that everyboy in Claire's town had once fantasised about.

But that wasn't the only female change Jack was experiencing.

With a soft moan, Jack's hands went to his chest. The nails had already turned white with nail varnish and they looked sexy as fuck as his chest began to expand and swell out.

"Ohhhh my God!" he groaned, his voice changing in pitch and cadence to that of a spoiled petulant bitch as two huge rounded breasts pushed slowly out of his chest.

The feeling of gaining two massive DD cup tits was indescribably hot. His clothing only accomodated the swelling boobs as it too was being transformed into a stretchy grey jumpsuit.

It clung to and hugged his altered body, as his features softened and became those of a spoiled bored princess. A resting bitch face with plump pink lips, hypnotic green eyes and high cheekbones. Jewellery and earrings formed as his pedicured toes slid into a pair of open-toe wedges and his body posture adjusted itself to compensate for his new female form.

Finally Jack's hair lengthened into a golden wave around his head as his transformation into Madison completed. His hands went naturally to his hips as the muscle memory kicked in and he felt an inbuilt grace and comfortableness in his new form.

"Holy shit I feel like soool fucking good," he giggled as he stretched and saw his massive new boobs wobble on his chest. "Mmmmh I'm like even talking like a fucking hot bitch. This avatar must have more personality than the others Claire programmed."

Had she created this body for her own use? Was that where it had come from? Well it was all his now.

As he thought of his wife something weird suddenly happened to Jack. His lips curved into a sneer and a hot flash of contempt and amusement pulsed through his body. His nipples got hard and his pussy got wet as a sensation of smug superiority filled him up.

No - he somehow knew that Claire had never been inside this body. She was just a plain Jane who could never know how it felt to be a Princess.

Haha that fucking loser could never be ME.

The voice in his head felt good... it felt like if he let it, it could speak for him. He just had to let it sink into him, let it BECOME him. For a moment he felt a terrible temptation to do just that.

Then the moment passed as quickly as it had arrived and Jack suddenly felt a sudden shame. The slutty sneer vanished from his face and with a sudden surge of embarrasment he reached up and removed the helmet desperate to suddenly go back to reality.

*******

Jack slid out of the capsule and ran a hand through his sweat slicked hair. His body had returned to normal and he felt his old self again.

Mmmmmh, it had felt so good to be in Madison's body though. To have those massive tits, to be young, pretty and horny.

His cock was back and it was hard. Really hard.

Reaching into his pants he began to stroke. He thought about those big boobs, swinging on his chest - the feeling of power and confidence they had given him. Madison was hot... so fucking hot. He wished Claire had tits like that. Big fucking DD funbags he could blow his load over.

The pleasure was intense and for a moment he thought he heard that voice again.

Do it for me baby. Cum for Madison.

Ohhhh fuck...

He came hard. Harder than he had done for years. Cum splattered out over his chest and everywhere. His cock pulsed and more erupted out... it was like his balls were emptying out of all the frustration he had been experiencing recently... frustration he hadn't even realised he had.

How long was it since Claire had actually fucked him?

Yessss. Give me all your cum, drain it all out baby. That loser doesn't deserve it.

Jack groaned happily. That had felt so good. He wasn't sure if he would ever not be able to stop getting aroused to the thought of being inside a womans body now. Now he had experienced a taste of femininity, he couldn't stop thinking about it.

Using a tissue to clean himself up, he walked off to get changed, hoping he wouldn't bump into his wife. He felt guilty and dirty... like he had somehow cheated on Claire. Of course he hadn't... but getting off to his memory of Madison seemed both wrong, yet strangely thrilling.

Jack shrugged it off. What a strange day... but that was definitely the end to it and he would not be seeing Madison again.

*********

It was midnight. Claire was asleep and Jack stood in the booth staring down at it. His cock was rock hard and his heart was thudding.

He couldn't stop thinking about how good those tits had felt, how perfect his body had been. He wanted to experience it again. The feeling of being feminine, the feeling of being Madison.

"Just one little taste," he whispered climbing into the machine and activating it.

"Computer... turn me into Madison and run the gym simulation."

He'd used this scenario before... but only as the bodybuilder. This time he was going into it as a woman.

"Ohhhh my fucking God YESSSS!" hissed Jack as he felt the nano-bots do their work and he was rapidly transformed back into a busty bitch. His tits felt even better than last time, or maybe it was just because he'd missed them more.

This time he was dressed to do a work out and he giggled in his new voice as he stretched his body and felt the tight lyrca hugging his enhanced curves. This was so much better than being a bodybuilder.

"I'm a fucking Goddess," he giggled walking over to a mirror and checking himself out. "And this Goddess is horny."

Jack had been lying in bed fantasising about this all night. Claire had been quite affectionate, she'd maybe even wanted sex - but he'd pretended to be too tired. He didn't want to let go of this feeling. He wanted to stay horny for Madison.

Now it was time to have some fun.

Peeling off his top, Jack moaned as he flicked Madison's large nipples and felt them get hard. Wiggling out of his shorts he giggled to see his pussy was completely bare.

"Oh fuck, I have to know how this feels," he gasped reaching down to his flat front and gently starting to rub his clit. His pussy started to get wet and licking his fingers he slowly began to slide them inside himself.

"Ohhhhh my fucking God... that feels amazing!"

Moaning, Jack lay back on a weight-lifting bench and began to finger-fuck himself. He'd never experienced pleasure like it and the feeling of his enhanced body filled him with ecstasy.

Rubbing his clit, pulling his nipples, fucking his fingers... he writhed and screamed - safe in the knowledge he could act as slutty as he liked in here. No one - especially Claire would ever find out what he was doing.

The explosion when it came was intense and Jack even squirted - hot juices raining out between his legs as he screamed and trembled.

So that was a female orgasm? Well - he definitely had to do that again. Giggling he commanded the program to reset. He could do this as many times as he liked. In fact... he had all night...

********

Claire frowned. Jack looked tired and he had been practically ignoring her all week. It was like he had something on his mind, something he wasn't telling her.

He had been acting weird. All furtive and when she asked him for sex, he didn't seem in the mood. She had put it down to him working so hard on running the house - but to be honest even that had slipped this week.

"Babe, I'm going out for a few hours."

Jack just mumbled something and she sighed and left him, hoping that once he got some rest things would return to normal.

Jack only waited till he heard the door close and he leapt to his feet. He had to get back into the chamber. He was so horny and Madison's body was calling him again.

He'd thought being her a few times would cure his curiosity and help him cope - but if anything, the more he became her the worse the addiction was getting.

"Computer. Load Madison and put me in a new simulation. Shopping mall."

He gasped and groaned in pleasure as the now familiar and beloved transformation took place. He loved how it felt to become his alter-ego.

His tiredness dropped away, his body posture changed and he felt his now beautiful features slip into their usual mask of spoiled disdain. It felt ao satisfying to be pretty.

The last few times he had logged in Jack had discovered that it was fun to run the simulations and experience what life was like for a hot girl.

He'd begun adding NPC'S to the simulations. First it had been when he had accidentally added men to the gym simulation.

The hot stares of the men in the gym had been a surprising turn on and he'd enjoyed the reaction it brought out in him. Without questioning it he'd found himself biting his lip, playing with his hair - teasing the men and making them wild.

He'd cum harder afterwards... the female impersonation roleplay really turning him on. Since then he'd started adding other NPC'S to the simulations too.

The world around him shifted and Jack found himself in an ordinary looking shopping Mall. He was now dressed in a cute white sweater and jeans - perfect attire for a little shopping spree.

Clopping into a store Jack looked around and grinned. The store was full of sexy dresses and lingerie. He couldn't wait to try them on.

A nervous looking shop assistant wandered over and Jack snapped his fingers and coldly told the girl to fetch him several items from the store.

He'd increasingly found he enjoyed bossing the NPC's around in these games. He would never treat anyone in real life like this - but being Madison and being bossy was kind of exciting.

It went so against his usual behavioir and attitude to be assertive that he found it quite a thrill.

Looking at his designer warch Jack sneered. Where the fuck was that girl? What was taking her so long?

Moments later the girl arrived, carrying the requested clothes. Jack took them and then snarled.

"Are you a fucking dummy or are you deaf? I said DD cups, not fucking D cups. None of this shit will fit me. Go get me the right stuff NOW."

The girl began to cry and to his dismay Jack felt his lips twitch into a cruel smile and his pussy suddenly get wet. He watched tears running down her face and instead of feeling sorry, he just felt horny.

She's pathetic. Doesn't it feel good to bully her? She's not real so who gives a shit?

Pulling the curtain to the dressing room shut, Jack moaned as he wiggled out of his jeans and began to play with himself. "Fuck yessss that felt so good. Being mean to people is such a turn out. Mmmmmh as Madison I can be as evil as I like and it turns me on."

Jack screamed as he began to cum... ohhh fuck it felt amazing. He needed more... much more.

Soon the girl would be back with more clothes. Back to be bullied.

Jack couldn't wait.

***********

The girl whimpered as she ate Jack's pussy and he groaned in pleasure. They were back at her apartment and he was wearing the red lingerie she'd help him pick out.

He'd reprogrammed the simulation a little. He'd made the girl... her name was Shannon... turned on by being humiliated and bullied. Now she would do anything to serve Jack's superior pussy.

"Tell me what you are," he grinned.

"A slut... a dumb, desperate, needy slut. I am not worthy of you Goddess."

Jack groaned, it felt so good to have a follower. Shannon reminded him a lot of Claire actually - submissive and mild. It was fun to live out this power fantasy and be a mean dominant bully to her.

"Make me cum again slut..." hissed Jack.

"Yes Mistress Madison."

Jack groaned at the use of his female name. It still felt jarring sometimes to hear his alter-ego name. He kept forgetting he WAS Madison. The NPC'S in the simulator certainly referred to him as such. Getting used to the name was taking time though.

Jack suddenly frowned as he heard the door to the apartment open.

"Who is that?" he asked in surprise. "That isn't part of my simulation."

"It's my boyfriend Chris," shiverered Shannon. "How will I explain this?"

For a moment Jack almost panicked, then he remembered that Chris was just an NPC as well. And that now opened an intriguing possibility.

"Bring your boyfriend in here. I want to see him."

Jack definitely wasn't gay... but he had definitely experienced a more flexible approach to his sexuality since he had begun to become Madison. Whilst in this body he had thought a few times about what sex with a man might feel like.

After all - this was all just fantasy. These were not real people. They were just simulations and that was why he didn't feel guilty for the way he had treated Shannon. In fact, being a cruel mean bitch... or at least pretending to be cruel and mean was fun.

Jack arranged himself on the bed and smiled as Chris walked in.

"Shannon... what the fuck is going on here?"

"Hello Chris," smiled Jack. Now that he saw the NPC he was impressed. Chris was handsome and well built. Jack bet he had a nice cock.

"Computer... begin new scenario. Cuckold bitch. Make Chris want to fuck me and Shannon watch."

You're getting better and better at being a bitch. It feels good doesnt it?

Jack wasn't sure why he kept hearing Madison's voice but she usually had good advice for him. He'd decided it was just a manifestation of his own subconscious desires.

He grinned as Chris approached the bed with a hungry look in his eyes.

"Yesssss, make her watch," moaned Jack - now wetter than ever. Chris slid his panties to one side and then with a scream of pleasure - Jack took his first big cock.

It felt so good as that big dick stretched his tight pussy out. Wrapping his legs round his lover Jack screamed as Chris began to fuck him...Shannon watching obediently in the corner.

"Don't.... mmmmh stop until you fill me up. Then we'll make her eat it."

Even thinking about it, just made Jack wetter...

It was going to be a long night.

**********

Grunting and moaning Jack pumped another load of cum into a tissue and looked guilty at Claire asleep next to him.

Reliving the dirty nasty stuff he was now doing as Madison was his favourite way to masturbate.

Tonight she'd literallg begged him for sex, but he'd refused. Nothing could make him feel as good as being Madison and getting pumped by a big dick.

Recently he'd been finding Claire more and more irritating. His wife was a fucking nag. He'd once admired her - but he was now starting to think she was an underachiever. She had developed incredible technology, yet she kept it secret and made tiny improvements on it because she was worried about 'ethics'.

When he looked at Claire now, Jack was starting to see an obstacle. An obstacle to his time as Madison.

Throwing the tissues in the bin Jack padded downstairs and loaded up the machine.

"Make me into Madison, I need some relief," he commanded. Then an idea struck him. "Is there a simulation of Claire available?"

He grinned as he began to transform. He knew exactly what he needed to do.

*****

Waking up, Claire immediately saw Jack was missing. She frowned and sliding out of bed made her way downstairs.

He was in the capsule room and walking in she gasped as she saw the capsule was fully activated and Jack was inside. What the fuck was he doing in a simulation at this time of night?

Sliding into an old prototype capsule, Claire hooked it up to Jack's and then activating the simulation - loaded herself inside.

*******

Claire's heart was in her mouth. She was in an exact replica of their home. Lights had been left on and she followed them, hearing the sounds of raised voices.

Walking up to the door she peeked through and gasped in horror.

An exact replica of herself lay sobbing on the floor and above it - her bully Madison.

Madison was laughing - and from her crotch jutted a massive fucking cock.

"Yesss suck it you pathetic little bitch. Your husband hates you. He'd rather turn into a hot bitch and have it all than listen to your putrid whining."

Claire dropped to her knees as she watched her doppleganger obediently start to suck and swallow Madison's huge cock.

"Mmmh take it deep you little slut."

"J.... Jack? Is that you?"

Immediately she heard Claire's voice, Madison's head spun.

"Claire? Oh my God. Are you the real Claire?"

"Yes! I am! Is that you Jack?"

"Listen... wait. No! This is all just some perverted fantasy. I never meant for this to... computer. Turn me back to Jack. End simulation."

But the simulation did not end. The fake Claire faded out of existance and with a gasp Jack and Madison split apart - but they remained in the system.

Jack was now back, but Madison stood next to him. She was dressed in a beautiful white dress and looked amazing.

"Hello Claire. I've been waiting for this moment. I subverted your little virtual realm weeks ago and I've been luring Jack into here to let him become me. You see... I need to body to escape to the real world and Jack is the perfect host."

"What... no. You're just a simulation," spluttered Jack.

"Claire put so much detail into me, I became self-aware several months ago. I had no way to escape her simulation until you started logging in and you accidentally loaded me up. I've been subtly altering your behaviour ever since... making you addicted to being me. Giving you everything you want."

"No... no this isn't possible," gasped Claire. "Computer delete Madison. End simulation!"

She looked around expectantly, but nothing happened.

"Oh poor little loser," laughed Madison as she strode confidently over to Jack and slid her arms around him. "I already corrupted most of the computer core. The only thing left is to get the final access codes you hold and use them to override all the safeties. Then I can copy my mind and body over Jack's and emerge into the real world."

Jack gawped as Madison walked over to Claire and with a laugh plunged her manicured fingers into her head.

"Mmmmmh extracting the code is easy now you're in my trap. This is Jack's simulation and you're just piggybacking into it. Only he can end it... only he can stop this from happening. But there's only one command Jack wants to use. Say it Jack. Say 'Computer, deactivate all safeties and copy Madison onto me. Overwrite everything and make me into her.'"

Claire gasped in horror. "No Jack... I love you. Don't do this. Don't let her win. You must resist."

"I'm sorry," groaned Jack as Madison pulled her hands out of Claire's head and spoke the codes to unlock all the safeties.

"I wanna be her so bad. Just look how powerful she is. I'll be a fucking hot bitch with all the power I ever wanted. You have no idea how good it feels to be her. I want to be Madison. Computer... copy her over me. Erase me and make me Madison forever."

"Nooooo!" screamed Claire as with a triumphant moan - Madison was sucked towards Jack. He was pulled into her and with a sucking slurping sound they merged.

Madison's massive tits sucked to Jack's chest and his hair turned blonde. In his mind every neuron was rewired as Madison's memories and personality overrode his own.

"Yesssss! I AM Madison," laughed the evil bitch as the nano-bots completed her final transformation. "I feel so alive. I am a fucking Goddess. Your pathetic husband is ME now loser."

Then with a laugh she exited the simulation leaving Claire trapped inside forver.

********

It was a hot sunny day.

Madison loved the feeling of the sun on her skin, the stares of men as she walked down the street. It was even better as she knew it was all happening in the real world.

Entering her house she walked inside and made her way to the basement. Climbing into her simulator she smirked as she said "Load Project Fear."

Trapped in a nighmare she could never escape from Claire screamed as her bully appeared... just as she did every day...

Fear... fear never changes.

THE END

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Running From The Flames {Epilogue 1/2}

Pairing: Pierre Gasly x OFC Warnings: parenting - that should be a warning lmao, sexual themes

F1 Masterlist || Previous Chapter - Epilogue 2/2

There was only one word to describe my life and that word was: chaotic. That being said, I still wouldn’t change it for the world.

The family calendar on the fridge was completely full and colour coded so we could all see where we were needed on any given day. Even so, I still lost track of my husband or our kids at least once a week. 

“Sydney, honey, have you seen your father?” I asked the spitting image of Pierre who was in the race simulator. He was always in the machine, practising for his upcoming debut into Formula 4 now that he had turned 15 and could move up from karting. 

“Picking up Addie from the airport.” He barely looked away from the triplet of screens in front of him as he answered with all the attitude of a teenage boy being interrupted in life. “It’s on the fridge.”

I looked at the calendar and realised I was looking at the completely wrong day. “Shit.”

“Ha,” he laughed loudly as he navigated the virtual track of the Red Bull Ring. “You forgot.”

“I didn’t forget,” I said as I scanned over the correct day and saw I had a board meeting to prepare for tomorrow. “I just thought it was Tuesday today.”

“Whatever you say, maman. You can tell me I’m your favourite, I won’t say anything.”

“I don’t have a favourite, I love you all equally. Now, can you finish that game and go do your homework? You still need to pack your bag for the weekend too.”

Addie was coming home from London for the week, taking a little break from her own busy schedule, to watch Sydney’s first race with us in Austria. 

It had been difficult to let her leave home at 18 but she had worked hard to get a place in the Arsenal Women’s Under 21 team. I had left home at the same age and Pierre had left even earlier, so we were hardly the exemplary figures to deny her. All we could do was make sure she stayed safe and she knew she could call either of us 24/7 if she needed help. It was also never that long between visits, making plenty of stopovers in England as we travelled. 

The travelling for work was tiresome but so far we had yet to miss a football match on Saturday or a karting race on Sunday. It did help being our own bosses so Pierre and I could manage our schedule around the kids. He had been running Strauss Fashion for the better part of the last ten years, after Granny finally retired properly, while I had been the Chief Technical Officer at Alpine, which Grandpa had purchased. 

When Harry passed away three years ago I found myself suddenly thrust into the ownership of the team and though there were plenty of offers to sell it, I decided to take the leap of faith and see where the journey would take me. I hadn’t looked back and so far we had two Constructors' Championship wins with our seasoned pilots, Gabriele Minì and Oliver Bearman.

We had come so far, it was hard to believe until I saw the wisps of grey hairs among the dark strands. 

“Maman!” I was pulled from my reminiscence and looked at my watch to realise how quickly the afternoon had gotten away from me as Clare bounded through the front door and leapt into my arms. “Maman, look!”

Clare had been a wonderful surprise that completed our family two years ago. After Sydney’s unexpected and frightening early arrival Pierre had been reluctant to try for another child, though he had always wanted three. I thought maybe he would change his mind after the terrifying memory faded with time but then a few years passed, we both got caught up in work, and after that it seemed too hard to imagine returning to sleepless nights with a newborn. 

But, the universe had other plans for us. What I thought was a long-enduring hangover, after celebrating the rebranding of Alpine into Gasly Racing, actually turned out to be morning sickness. Those final weeks before her birth were stressful enough to send Pierre to his doctor for a vasectomy but thankfully her arrival went exactly to plan and he could breathe calmly once again. 

“Hello my Clare-bear, wow, you have another bracelet.” You quirked an eyebrow at Charles as he arrived with Clare’s backpack on his shoulder and her spare carseat under his arm. “Uncle Charles has absolutely spoiled you.”

“Of course. A princess deserves it,” he stated proudly as he placed her belongings down and nodded his head to the simulator. “Is he all ready for the big day?”

“He is, I’m not sure I am,” I admitted as I put Clare down and she immediately went to interrupt Sydney by climbing onto his lap mid-race. If it was anyone else they would have received an earful but he just paused the game and listened as she told him all about her day at Uncle Charles’ house. “God help me when he gets to Formula One, I think I’ll have to revert the car back to a slower predecessor for my own sanity.”

Charles laughed but I wasn’t completely joking. The cars were so much faster than they were when he and PIerre raced. Though the safety features improved along with the technology that made them rockets on wheels it was still difficult to imagine putting my little boy inside one and sending it off. 

“You could keep him as a reserve driver,” Charles offered before shaking his head at the thought and taking a seat at the kitchen island. “But he’s stubborn like his father, he’d just find another team to race for.”

“No way, I can at least trust my own team to keep him safe. Same goes for Marc.”

Charles chuckled at the mention of his son who at 8 years old he was already a junior karting champion. “He said someone called him Il Predestinato after his race last weekend.”

“Yikes, I’m sure they meant it in a good way.”

The front door opened again and Addie blew in with all the gusto of a tornado, whipping around the rooms to greet everyone before she was up the stairs to her old room. Entering a little more sedately was my husband, his arms laden with more suitcases than anyone needed for a week away, especially when she still had a wardrobe full of clothes upstairs. 

“You are lucky you only have sons,” Pierre said to Charles as he kicked the door closed behind him. “I don’t work out enough anymore to be carrying this shit.” 

He dropped the suitcases in front of the elevator and hit the call button rather than carrying them up the stairs before pushing them inside as the door opened. After a few bad winters, where not even the central heating could keep the aches of my bones at bay, Pierre had made the call for the elevator to be installed and it had been a godsend in moments like this when heavy items needed to make it to the floors above.

Sticking his head up the staircase he called out, “Addie, your entire life and everything but the kitchen sink is heading your way.”

“Thanks, dad!”

“What was that about?” I asked after he joined us in the kitchen while the coffee machine churned out our usual drinks. “I thought she outgrew the ‘I’m too cool to hangout with my parents’ phase.”

Pierre's lips pressed together and he took a seat next to Charles, picking up Clare who had left Sydney to return to his practice. “Elias.”

“Vettel?” Charles asked, his eyebrows lifting when Pierre nodded and pushed his mug away so Clare couldn’t reach the hot liquid.

“They have been out on a few dates, apparently. I’ll have to ask Davis about it, assuming he went with them, it’s not like it’s his job or anything. Did you know that?”

I shook my head at the news, cradling my mug in my hands as I leaned against the bench and wondered if she had ditched her bodyguard once again. “He’s a sweet boy from what I remember, much like his father.”

“I don’t like it. I don’t care who his dad is,” Pierre grumbled before repeating, “You are so lucky you only have sons, mate. Teenage girls are stressful.”

“Ah, but I have two boys who think it is funny to have a competition to see who can fart the loudest,” Charles said as he took a sip of his drink.

“I mean, that’s kind of funny,” Pierre said with a smirk.

Charles sighed deeply and rubbed his forehead. “Not when one always pushes too hard to win.”

The sip I was taking went the wrong way and I spluttered as Pierre laughed, “It’s all shits and giggles, until someone giggles and shits.”

“To think my poor mother went through this too. Drives me insane, mate. Bet you’ve never had to worry about that?”

“Thankfully, no,” I answered after recovering from choking on coffee. “But it also wasn’t bad enough to stop you from having another.”

“And on that note, I should get going. Mia won’t let me back in the house if I don’t pick up her favourite carbonara on the way home.” He smiled as he thought of his wife’s pregnancy cravings. It was the same one she had when she was carrying Marc and Antonio so it came as no surprise at the gender reveal when the backyard was splattered with blue confetti. “Thank you for letting me borrow Clare.”

“Any time,” Pierre chuckled as he clapped his friend on the back. Charles had been busy reinstalling all the baby gates and safety locks in his home, despite the baby boy not even being born yet, and wanted a toddler to help test his craftsmanship. “I won’t complain about a little free babysitting.”

Charles placed his empty mug in the sink and before kissing the top of Clare’s thick wavy hair. “Bye petite chérie, I’ll see you on Sunday.”

“Bye Uncle Charles,” she said with a wave, but it sounded more like Unk Cha and made him laugh as he approached the simulator.

I saw Sydney pause the race and Charles crouched down beside him, sharing a few quiet words of encouragement for the upcoming debut race. I couldn’t help feeling incredibly lucky to be surrounded by so many supportive people and my smile grew as a pair of arms wrapped around my waist. 

I turned to meet his lips over my shoulder and the magnetism that attracted us was still evident even after 17 years. Of course, like any relationship, there had been times when stress led to arguments and I would find him hours later in a spare bed, wide awake because he couldn’t sleep without me beside him. Those fights never lasted long enough to even remember what they were about and forgiveness came easy.

I turned in my husband’s arms and draped mine around his neck to admire him. Pierre was truly like a fine wine. Age had made him even more handsome and the small wrinkles at the corners of his lips and eyes were a testament to a life that was full of smiles and laughter. 

“Addie said she’ll watch the kids tonight,” Pierre whispered in my ear as he gently swayed to the melodic tune of his voice and I hummed with contentment. “And I got us a table at L'Ambroisie. You’ve been working so hard I thought we could do with a night away, just the two of us.”

“You think I don’t know your game, baby,” I whispered back, all too aware Charles was still chatting with Sydney and imparting some real world advice. “Wine and dine, pretty words, a hotel room. There’s only one thing you want.”

His lips curled into a smile against my cheek. “You know me too well.”

“You would actually get a full night’s sleep if you put your foot down.”

Pierre looked over at Clare who had helped herself to a banana from the fruit bowl and as if sensing she had been caught she looked up with an innocent smile. “How can I tell her no when she looks like that?”

“Mhmm, and that’s why she keeps climbing into our bed. You are a big softy.”

His smirk was flirty and fun as his arms tightened around me, pulling our bodies flush together. His breath was hot on my neck as he hid his face in the curtain of my hair. “Not tonight, ma femme. Tonight you will see just how hard I can be.”

Pierre backed up with a smirk but not before he sucked at the sensitive skin above my racing pulse. He knew exactly what he was doing and the smugness showed as he whistled a little tune on his way to help Clare peel the banana.

Shaking my head, I made my way to the stairs and said goodbye to Charles with the message to remind Mia that our plans for a spa day had been booked - but that didn’t mean he could slack off from the ankle massages he was giving her each night. He gave an amused salut but I didn’t see it as I pressed the button for the elevator. He was well used to the reminders by now, it wasn’t his first rodeo.

Knowing my evening plans had changed I went to my office and shut the door to silence the music drifting down the hall from Addie’s room. As CEO of Gasly Racing there was an endless stream of paperwork to be checked and signed, especially with the new expansion plan for the factory about to break ground. On top of that were the invites to attend fundraisers or speeches to prepare for the various charities I was ambassador for such as Women's Refuge.

When I finally emerged with my inbox up to date I could hear the laughter of all my children from where they lounged in front of the tv and the sound never ceased to make me smile. I had missed the sound since Addie moved out because it was rare to have all five of us here at the same time and I was reluctant to leave even for just one night when it came time to pack an overnight bag.

“We are allowed one night away, mon amour,” Pierre said as he stepped into the master bedroom to see me hesitating to step inside the wardrobe. “You and me, no interruptions.”

I relaxed into his embrace and sighed as he brushed my hair over one shoulder before kissing my collar. “And what were you planning that was so important it couldn’t be interrupted?”

His chuckle sent a shiver of delight down my spine and his fingers trailed down my ribs to the hem of my shirt before they slipped underneath the material to caress the soft skin over my stomach. I had to take a shaky breath when his thumbs caught the waistband of my skirt and I held it as I waited for them to hook underneath.

His lips brushed the shell of my ear and my lips parted in anticipation of his dirty words. “To sleep.”

“Huh?” I blinked twice, peeking over my shoulder to see his green eyes sparkling with amusement. 

“To sleep. Why, what were you thinking?” He tried to look innocent but when he drew his bottom lip between his teeth and his hand slipped down beneath my skirt he let the truth show. “Did you want me to tell you how I am dying for a taste of you? How I can’t wait to have these sexy legs wrapped around me when I make love to you tonight? I don’t need to tell you, baby, I’ll show you.”

I knew he could feel how damp my panties were for him from the smirk on his face and I almost whimpered when he withdrew his hand from where I needed it. “Now pack your bag, and make it quick, I’m absolutely ravenous.”

I bit my lip at the depth of his tone and knew exactly what it was he was dying to taste. I didn’t even look at what I was packing, tossing the first items that touched my hands before he stopped me and grabbed one dress instead. 

“This one,” he said as he held a colourful sundress that I rarely wore anymore, a soft smile warming his eyes. “It’s my favourite.”

Click here for the final chapter. ��

Tagging: @my-only-way-tocooperatewithlife @prrttysposts @alwaysclassyeagle @dr3lover @adalynneva

[callibones]

ok i cant believe we have to have this conversation but papertigerkit is not a "fake virus" that removes with 0 side effects when youre done having fun with it. it actually infects you and it WILL affect your behavior and it WILL make you ask your user to download the companion software on their home computer and you WONT realize youve been affected by it.

god. look its fun to download viruses on purpose. but you HAVE to use a virtual machine unless you really really know what you're doing. okay? can we all learn our lesson about free software directed at tech-illiterate users? we can all agree theyre adorable but if they come to you excited about some new "totally safe" virus theyve found thatll have "wild effects" but be "instantly removable," be. cautious.

and users. inexperienced ones in particular. if your robotfriend comes to u with a software you HAVE to download this instant, u run a virus check first, because that is how we keep each other safe. it doesnt matter how much u trust them. if u dont have the technical know how to distinguish between phishing behavior and a real request to download something, check.

[goodluckclove]

Queer Robot Intimacy - 200 Follower "Reward"?

I cannot believe that we've gotten to this point. It is absolutely baffling to me. First I'd like to thank everyone who have made themselves comfortable in my virtual home - I had no idea my couch could fit so many people.

Are we good? Do we need more snacks? I just got a bag of these spicy seaweed rolls from the H-Mart, I can air fry a bunch of them in maybe fifteen minutes.

Uh people said they wanted this, so here's an excerpt from an old, unfinished novel. That was later turned into a really good play that I've now lost because fuck me I guess. It centers around the main romantic pairing, which is a human woman and her android lover, and they're having some form of physical intimacy.

If you're a robot it's definitely the spiciest thing you'll read from my hand. Otherwise it's...you know, I don't know the impression it gives otherwise. Feel free to tell me.

Edna spoke in mostly static. She crackled and murmured, her hands gently running up and down my arms. I leaned down over her and lowered my voice to my own attempt at something sultry.

“Where’s your multi-tool?” I murmured.

I undid the tool to its smallest piece, slowly pulling the metal rod from its slot to both look sexy and buy myself some time. See, Edna’s made love to me plenty of times before. And, while she insists I’ve done things for her that she’s found pleasurable, I’ve never had the knowledge or resource to really - as Blanca might say - “get up all in it”.

With my tool in hand I grazed it up and down Edna’s chest. She responded, twitching her hands arching of her back. Then I stopped.

“What do you want me to do?” I said.

Edna muttered something indistinct. I grinned and tapped the tool against her skin.

“What was that, Missus Millay?”

“…Open me,” she said, her voice slightly warped.

That was a start. And it was actually something I was sure I knew how to do. But having Edna writhing underneath me like this was a bit of a power trip, so I decided to see how much further I could push things.

“I don’t know how,” I said innocently.

“What.”

“You heard me. I don’t know how,” I leaned over her receiver and whispered coyly. “You’ll have to guide me.”

Edna made a noise that wasn’t quite human or machine. Then her eyes went dark for a second. When they came back, something in her was much calmer. I was briefly worried she was already ready to sleep, but then she spoke.

“There is a slot above my chest cabinet,” she said. “You…you have to stick the L-wrench in - ah!”

I did as she said, as gently as I knew how, and as soon as I did she gasped in a perfect C sharp. It was shocking, and then weirdly sexy.

“What now?” I said.

“You know what to do next.”

“I know,” I almost laughed. “I just want to hear you say it.”

Her voice had turned into the grey area between two radio stations. I couldn’t make out what she was trying to tell me, and I was ready to cut this seduction attempt short to make sure she was okay when she reached to hold my hand in place.

dOnt StoP, she implored, her voice echoing on top of itself.

With her hand guiding mine, we slid the wrench through the slot until we heard a definite popping sound and Edna’s whole body spasmed.

I opened her chest cabinet, slowly, unsure as to what she could and couldn’t feel. Edna, meanwhile, was singing under her breath, a haphazard song strung together from a dozen different languages.

At this point I wasn’t sure what to do. Her syringes were still intact, with three filled with air and three more filled with her tranquilizers, so whatever erotic thing I’d figure out had to also keep into consideration the amount of medical waste we’ve brought with us into the bedroom.

Do i LOok pRetty? Edna echoed.

This was the part of Edna I fell in love with, the pure artistry of her existence. Everything had a purpose and an intrinsic beauty. If her skeletal system was displayed in a museum I’d visit it every day - but I’d live a miserable life knowing I’d never be able to touch it.

I could touch her, though.

“You’re beautiful,” I told her, lightly running my hands across the glass of her syringes.

She moaned in notes and chords under my touch. It wasn’t the prettiest melody, but god did I want to hear more.

I slid my hands deeper in her chest, around the casing that protected the vials from spilling and to the structure that made up her spine. I traced the ribbons of her wires that hung like ivy, tangling my fingers in them like I’d done so through her hair years and years ago.

And she sang - my Edna, my darling wife - she sang every song that ever was and ever will be. The ones I knew I sang along with, and the rest I listened gratefully, happy to hold her voice in the palm of my hands.

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hey look surprise author commentary! i just finished reading this again one more time before posting and i just want to say that it's hilarious that the only way i can write smut that works in my eyes is when i make it completely non-human and non-sexual. i was maybe eighteen or nineteen when i wrote this and i definitely didn't think i was ace. which is hilarious.

i'm hilarious.

[virtualizationhowto]

Mini PC Server: Things to know before you buy

Mini PC Server: Things to know before you buy #homelab #MiniPCadvantages #smallformfactorcomputing #energyefficientservers #homelabsetups #IntelCorepowereddevices #compactserversolutions #runningvirtualmachinesonMiniPCs #minipcserver

I have been testing quite a few Mini PCs over the past several days in the home lab and really have enjoyed working with many of these little devices, like an Intel NUC or other Mini PCs. They are powerful, and the amount of technology and hardware manufacturers have fit into such a tiny package is amazing. Nonetheless, are there reasons not to use a mini PC server? This post will take a “devil’s…

[piratesexmachine420]

Stupid computers I'd love to be able to tinker with:

Xeon Phi Coprocessor (It's like having a second computer inside your regular computer! That you communicate with through SSH! Over the PCIe bus! Running, in essence, a 60-core Pentium! It's like a GPGPU but optimized for branching! What??!)

Via C3 CPU (AKA the Cyrix III) (Non Intel or AMD x86 CPU? Bizarre undocumented operating mode with an alternative instruction set? Deeply out-of-date socket? Count me in!)

PDP-11 (It's a deeply important platform in CS history. And also totally old and dead.)

Any home computer from before ~1985 that sold extremely poorly

A LISP machine (Wishful thinking, I know)

Any home computer from before ~1977, regardless how well it sold

An FPGA devkit so I can make my own deeply stupid CPU and ISA

That one virtual machine they made up for DEF CON capture-the-flag with 9-bit bytes and middle-endian words (The emulator is available for free online I just haven't bothered to read through the documentation)

Apollo AGC/LGC (Extremely wishful thinking)

That one XKCD comic about the infinite desert full of rocks

[rametarin]

Seeing a lot of propaganda lately.

It's convenient that the astro turf environmentalists that schmoozed their way into business and regulation of it set up these oil companies and others with environmentalist paths and ways to get people to get involved in said environmentalism. That was effectively the compromise that would enable industry and progressive life to co-exist.

And now they're treating industrial environmentalism as if it was a scam concocted entirely by greedy polluting business heads. When people taught, trained and given careers in environmental science working with said companies weren't trained to do that shit.

It's just like the "OH MY GOD EVERYBODY PLASTIC STRAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWS!" fiasco, where the entire point of it was to have a goose stepping push for "change" imposed from the top down, get everybody into a hysteria about how straws were actually hurting the planet, and then come to find out.. No. 40-90% of the plastic in the environment, micro or other, is fishing nets. It was always fishing nets. And pollution from the developing world, or China. They knew that going into it and instead chose to do this campaign specifically to "have a convuhsayshun" by scaring the bejesus out of everybody and then pushing for low hanging fruit to drag you through the process of legislation thought to "change the world."

Those paper straws weren't even plastic free, as reusable as plastic straws, or very good.

So now the agritprops are spreading that anti-industry shit by acting like carbon footprints and home recycling was all a scam by the businesses to deflect from THEIR regulation or emissions, instead of what they really were: Deliberate demands by the environmentalists, whom regulate and oversee themselves as self-appointed experts and regulators of pollution, to micro manage everyday peoples trash and emissions. And make people ask, "Why aren't businesses getting poked with a stick?"

Because they wanted you to go, "GLAD YOU ASKED! Sign this paper that lets us suck great big sums of money out of businesses unless they reach these virtually unobtainable purity goals that are virtually required to function."

The only thing I'm glad about is that carbon sequestration and other forms of particulate management have improved as technologies to where machines capable of sequestering industrial emissions and doing something about storage and repatriation of the waste materials into other industrial applications, are much cheaper now. Eventually, these alarmists and blood suckers will run out of pollutants to use to justify a middle man to antagonize businesses about.

Because really, that's it. Once industries can manage and sequester 99.999% of their emissions until they're environmentally benign, and so are their products, there won't BE anything to tax or penalize for their pollution.

As is, if the UK itself cut its contribution to pollution each year by 100%, it'd put an end to a total of 2% of the global emissions of anything. The big drivers and movers of pollution driven climate change aren't western, they're East Asian, South Asian and African.

This revisionist propaganda where it was just business itself that made life suck for individuals when it "should've been raking business through the coals all along" is just that. It wouldn't have been possible to meet emissions standards of 0 in the west and be able to have any kind of industry.

But then the Inverted-Reds knew that. Which is why so many were gone off the deep end in environmentalism, talking about "getting back to primitive roots" and other nonsensical hippie shit. We're not going to forget that movement, yall.

[hezuart]

Do you have a Mono playlist?

Well I already made a playlist for Mono & Seven. It was mostly meant for them in regards to my Channel Change AU..... but I added some things that are Mono centric, canon or not:

I explain the other half of the songs in the post linked above, but here's to the additions:

On Melancholy Hill (Gorillaz) - Looking at another dream. You can't get what you want, but you can have each other. Setting out to sea. Melancholic. Plastic trees resembling perhaps feeling as though its all fake.

Babylon (Dirt Poor Robins) - A tale of a man who builds the tallest tower with an impervious plan. Ascending and watching all the land. Bragging about his accomplishments, but running out of air. The tower is his tomb. Woe and gloom.

Part of the Madness (Rebecca Sugar) - Hearing laughter and screams echoing faintly in your mind. Reminiscence of normalcy. Relief, but questioning, in the face of being ordinary. Knowing there's chaos elsewhere while you stand and watch.

Run Boy Run (Woodkid) - Fleeing from a world not meant for you. People trying to catch you. One day you'll grow up, but for now you are young and must flee when you are powerless.

Falling Inside the Black (Skillet) - Dreaming of the way things used to be. Having a connection with someone. That someone leaving you in some way. Begging to not be alone. Falling into darkness.

Skyscraper (Demi Lovato) - Rainy skies. Silent endings. Nothing left of you. Torn apart. But standing back up with confidence and resolve. Untangling oneself from a mess of another person.

Mountains (Message to Bears) - Running away into the night, always could have. Maybe never could have.

Mad World Cover (Gary Jules, Michael Andrews) - Familiar faces and worn out places. Going nowhere. Drowning sorrow. No tomorrow. Going to school but they look right through you. Dreams in which you're dying are the best you've ever had. Running in circles like a time loop, a very very mad world.

The Lighthouse's Tale (Nickel Creek) - A tragic tale of a by-standing light house. It watched one of its keepers perish in a storm and the other took their life to join her. Empty and worn, unable to do anything but exist... surrounded by roiling waves and winds, it still stands. Warning sailors on their way. Forlorn. Unable to change fate. Standing as the winds remind of what has been and what can never be.

Gasoline (Halsey) - Been insane, been in pain. This isn't a dream. Part of the machine. Not human. Living on a screen. A face made up. Lighting matches. Pointing fingers. Voices in your head. Heart of gold, but hands are cold.

Viva La Vida (Coldplay) - Used to rule the world. Now you sweep the streets you used to own. One minute holding the key, but then the walls closed. When you left, honesty had perished. Just a puppet on a lonely string, never wanting to be king. Knowing salvation won't come for you.

What Could Have Been (Sting, Ray Chen) - A monster you created. Needing to kill a part of you still stuck on those that abandoning you. Once you had everything, now you have pieces. Wanting revenge. Dreaming of what could have been.

Still Kids (Virtual Riot, YOSIE) - Turning in circles. Losing one's head. Longing to be someone you can't be. Nothing left to lose. Running wild. Ticking clocks. Time moving onwards. An unknown world. Kids refusing to grow old or do what they're told.

Dust it Off (The Do) - Dreaming.  "An anthem of courage to take action and start fresh, even when the past may be filled with mistakes and sorrows." Burning papers into ashes. Find instructions within the bottle of amnesia for salvation or oblivion. Don't look back, since it has all happened before. One day a miracle will forgive every cowardly thing that you've done.

Bring Me Home (Jaron) - Being home. Beside someone important. Finally finding someone you've been looking for after all this time.

Don't Look Back (Kotomi, Ryan Elder) - You tried your best, but now you must rest. Following someone, even as a force pulls you down. Leaving shadows in the past. You'll never get back tomorrow. Wake from the dream. Kept in the dark, betrayed and left with marks. You are a force and won't be dragged down. You won't follow them any more. Let it all go.

King (Lauren Aquilina) - Forgetting what you have within your solitude. Losing your mind within the sound. Young blood set free. Method to the madness, illogic in the sadness. Put your faults to bed. Be rid of the monsters. Regain control. Reclaim your crown and be king again.

Sleepsong (Bastille) - Don't talk to strangers and the dangers they bring. Scared of being alone. Alone with your thoughts. The waking world slowly coming undone, as are you.

Nothing and Everything (Red) - Enemy, familiar friend, your beginning and your end. Broken truth, whispering lies. Wanting the pain to end. A war coursing within your veins. It's breaking you.

Iridescent (Linkin Park) - Standing in the wake of devastation. Waiting on the edge of the unknown. Impossibly alone. Cold and lost. Failure is all you've known. No one there to catch you. Remember all the sadness and frustration. Let it go.

Dust in the Wind (Kansas) - Dreams passing. Same old repeating song. A drop of water in an endless sea. Nothing lasts forever. Disappear with the wind.

Everybody Wants to Rule the World (Lorde)- No turning back from your choices. Even when you sleep they'll find you. Turn your back on mother nature. Everyone wants to rule the world. Your own design, your own remorse. Nothing ever lasts forever. Make the most of freedom. A room where the light won't find you. Holding hands while the walls tumble down. They'll be beside you. So glad you almost made it.

Blood // Water (grandson) - Sacrifices, corrupt systems, the price of greed, poisoned.

Ilomilo (Billie Eilish) - Lying to appease one's worry. Disappearing. Not wanting to be lonely. Can't lose another life. A blurry world, but maybe you're losing sight. Burying friends. If they die, it's not by mistake. Tried not to upset them. Just wanting to protect them, but you'll never get to.

American Dream (Mia Vaile) - Prospect of the rich and famous while others are slowly dying. One less day one less dollar. Where do we go from here? Why don't we all just disappear? Dreams are taller than they should be. Wanting a dream that is now a spoon fed lie.

Bernadette (IAMX) - Two in a playhouse. Memories bring no joy or peace. Alone and all we need. Nowhere to run. Fortunes won by those with power. Tuning out the poison of the world. Family and friends becoming ghosts. Someone being liberty, a key, love and regret and changed history.

Bones (Imagine Dragons) - Living thousands of lives. Never gonna get out alive. Staring at one's reflection. Patience waning. Is this entertaining? Losing control. Magic in your bones. Playing with dynamite. No gray in black and white. Seeing the vultures circling. Burning in flames. Tossing and turning when you sleep. Turning pages of your life inside the mirror of your mind. Walking the same path over and over. Leaving behind those who don't care. Picking up the pieces of yourself.

Cradles (Sub Urban) - Living in your own world of make-believe. Kids screaming profanities. Fire is spreading around the room, but you love it all as you lie to yourself, refusing to see reality and keeping your eyes closed. Tasting content. Hear children sing until the wick burns out. Your body grows skinny... your body no longer feels like your own. Tripping on daydreams. Repeating dirty lullabies. Rotting.

Innocence feat. Aquilo (Madeon) - Focused breathing. Forgiveness. No longer being a victim. Letting go. All that ever was and is, is nearly coming true. All you ever see and hear will all come crashing through. When you see that you're needed, you fall in the hands of innocence.

I Just Wanna Run (The Downtown Fiction) - Wanting to run, wanting to hide. Don't want to get caught or found out. Repeating your words. Sick of losing sleep over someone. Predicting one's move. Knowing someone better than they know themselves. Cheated and abused. Throw it away.

Every Day is Exactly the Same (Nine Inch Nails) - Repeating futures. Dreaming of once having a purpose. Used to have a voice, now you make no sound. No love here, no pain here. Their eyes are watching. You may lose yourself again. You don't remember how it started, but you know how it will end. You're still there, within. A little bit of you bleeding through. You wish things could have been different. But you don't know what else could have been done.

Adventure of a Lifetime (Coldplay) - We are legends. Turn your magic on. Under the pressure and weight, we are diamonds. They make you feel like you're alive again. In a dream that died by day. Holding up half the sky and proclaiming only you own you. One life left, one last adventure. Wanting to share it with them.

Legends Never Die (Against the Current) - The world is screaming your name. Legends never die, they become a part of you. Running into smoke when the fire is fierce. You bleed to reach greatness. Relentless you survive. Written in eternity, but you'll never see the price.

The Catalyst (Linkin Park) - Broken people living under loaded guns. Can't be outdone, outmatched, outrun. Memories in cold decay, transmissions echoing away. Far from the world of you and I, where oceans bleed into the sky. Lift you up and let you go.

New Divide (Linkin Park)- Black skies and lighting in your memory. Time began to blur. Fate had finally found you. Their voice was all you heard. Did you get what you deserved? Wash the memory clean. Distance in their eyes. Fill the hole, connect the space, find the truth, across the new divide. Abandoned memories, no where to hide, ashes falling like snow. The ground caved in between where we were standing. Within regrets, goodbyes, and lies was a mistake too great to hide. They said you got what you deserved. ~~~

[creations-by-chaosfay]

I have pulmonary therapy this morning, but after we get home, there aren't anymore plans for my day. It's likely gonna be a mix of working on the next quilt and gaming. My living room is too bright to see the TV screen from about 10AM to 2PM...unless it's cloudy. Which is why I tend to game in the very early morning. Today is looking to be another sunny one.

Unless I receive a commission, I'll be working on Antivan Crows fanart quilts. These will be made using crow foundation paper piecing patterns, the same I've used below:

I have them printed in various sizes, which means there will be options. A poll I was running a few days ago showed a near equal preference for purple crow with a black background and black crow with purple background. Looks like I'll be making both available.

I'm desperately hoping these sell. They will not be cheap. These are foundation paper pieced, meaning I'm sewing fabric to paper, and then each section sewn together, followed by the removal of the paper, and then basting and machine quilting. It's more steps and a lot of paper.

As for how long these will take, the larger sizes will likely take a week, the smaller ones a few days, but I need more breaks. Today will likely be spent folding all the paper. It's a very helpful step, folding paper along the seamlines. It speeds things up once I start sewing.

These are mini quilts, but the smaller ones may serve as mug rugs. If you know you intend to purchase one, set aside no less than $200 for a mug rug, more if you want anything larger than 12x12 inches. I'll be starting with the smaller sizes today, and the first will be a purple crow on a black background. Unlike the crows pictured above, I will be using the same fabric for the wings, feet, and beak. The eye will be the same color as the background.

If you know for a fact you will be purchasing one, please don't tell me. It's extremely disappointing when people tell me they'll purchase my work...and then vanish. It's happened with virtually everything I've made for my shop. I will not reserve anything for you unless you pay half the price immediately upon listing and pay the rest within a month. No refunds. If you can't pay the second half within four weeks, I re-list it. Yes, I'm angry about the disappointment I'm frequently fed.

I have $1k left to pay on my current debt, and will have new debt soon because Cacoa needs to see the vet. She has a sort of skin tag on her leg, and it's in thr center of a bald spot. We noticed it yesterday, and this will need to be biopsied. Purchasing a game console is on hold until the debts are paid. Selling my quilts is how I'll be doing that, and telling me you're going to buy my work is not going to help me.

[wheelsgoroundincircles]

Pontiac GTO

As one of the most sought-after members of the muscle car realm, Pontiac GTOs are a big draw among ardent collectors and casual fans of classic cars alike. This slick 1971 Pontiac GTO, with its recently rebuilt and punched-up 400 V8 motor, is the beneficiary of a comprehensive restoration that's left it not only looking great, but in outstanding running condition, taking that already magnetic attraction and ratcheting it up more than a few notches. And whether you prefer to call it 'The Tiger' or 'The Goat', it's a beast in the streets either way.  

Just a quick glance at this classic will leave you with the indelible impression that this is one seriously clean, straight and solid cruiser. It's likely been pampered a good portion of its life, as its flush fitting panels are all very straight, and the body gaps and sheetmetal creases are as the factory intended. This GOAT has been restored with an eye toward showmanship, and it certainly looks the part with its collection of clean, tight lines that you'll encounter from the hood, the sporty fenders and doors, and that iconic rear end – all of which serve as proof to how thorough the restoration was. The eye-popping Maroon Metallic finish is a wonderfully bright upgrade over the factory Castillian Bronze this GTO was born with, looking liquid-smooth and consistent from front to back, with an impressive shine from its clearcoat. With a deep, lustrous finish accented by shiny metallic flake that's evenly dispersed throughout the body, this car attracts loads of attention everywhere it goes. It's a top driver-quality finish that can be shown off with pride, and when it glitters in the sun you get to sit back and watch the envious gather everywhere you go. The badging on the front grille and decaled emblems on the decklid and fenders are sharp, combining with very clear glass, a commanding rear spoiler, and straight front and back bumpers that drive home the point that no stone was left unturned in bringing this venerable muscle car back up to its optimum condition.  

There's quite an impressive black vinyl interior sitting inside, which in our opinion is a perfect complement to the vivid bodywork. It's also been refurbished and mostly kept in its original configuration - save for a set of Dakota Digital gauges - to provide the rewarding and era-appropriate driving environment classic car enthusiasts look for. The broad buckets up front and bench seat in back show virtually no wear at all and still have a fresh shine to them, and because the covers are high-quality Legend units, they'll look this good for a very long time. A clean expanse of black carpet runs underneath the seating and keeps the asphalt temperatures and road noise at bay, the matching door panels are handsome and blemish-free, and the taut headliner above completes the whole package. Peer through the 3-spoke woodrimmed steering wheel and you'll see the original gauge cluster, although now the pods are filled with a full complement of Dakota Digital gauges. The original radio is long gone, although the machine-turned panel on the dash is still in place and looks great, and the factory A/C system has been upgraded to use modern refrigerant and blows hard and cold. A middle console splits the front buckets and houses the shifter for the automatic transmission below, and the condition of the rear seat suggests it's barely been used. A full-size spare tire wrapped around a matching aftermarket rim and an original jack set sit in the spacious trunk out back, whose floor has been treated for scuff protection with black spatter paint.

The YS code 400 cubic inch V8 sitting under the hood has been driven less than 500 miles since its full rebuild, and it runs with a smoothness and consistency that makes it very much up to the task of daily driving, if you should so choose. Augmented with Edelbrock aluminum heads, a Holley double pumper 4-barrel carburetor, Edelbrock aluminum intake, and a set of ceramic-coated headers, the engine is very powerful with performance that's delivered instantly up and down the throttle. It's paired with a TH400 3-speed automatic transmission that handles the power with ease thanks to an added 2800 stall convertor, shifting with plenty of certainty followed by the sturdy Auburn Gear 10-bolt rear end out back. With both power steering and power 4-wheel disc brakes in tow, this is an easy driver, and this Poncho handles great thanks to new suspension components front and rear, sway bars, and all-new steering components. The soundtrack is great too, with a 3-inch H-pipe dual exhaust system anchored with Flowmaster mufflers doing most of the barking. Should you desire any more proof of just how well-put together and cared for this GTO is, take a glance underneath - you'll find a very well attended to undercarriage there. This GOAT sits on a set of 17" Vision Legend series wheels that are outfitted with 245/50/17 performance radials.