#Sleet is an alter guys

[valarioncy]

Remember this comic? It's here on Tumblr now. Context for those who are unaware: This is "The Shallow", AKA Bootleg "The Hollow". The initial trio was designed by @ahyesthesufferingoftvteens and then I kinda ran wild with the concept, because it was exactly what I needed back in late 2021 to escape the whole "my entire family is down with the sickness". And the whole AU culminated in the making of this comic.

I'm currently doing bust and full-body character redraw commissions btw. :0 Visit my blog for more detaaaaails.

[eklesia-system]

Shout-Out to our Persecutors

Shout-out to Blindeye, our newest and most classical persecutor. Very paranoid with the intention to keep a certain subgroup of alters safe, as well as trying to keep the body safe, but can run it ragged in the process. History of overstepping system boundaries due to his paranoia. Recently bought us a knife for self defense, just in case. We appreciate his protectiveness even if he does go a bit too far.

Shout-out to Xander, our child persecutor-protector. He's normally only a persecutor to some of the other kids, but recently he did affect the entire system with his personal insecurities and exotrauma for a good two months. I love him though, he's like a son to me.

Shout-out to Puppetmaster, who's more of a prankster than a persecutor if we wanna get technical. He used to be locked behind an entire subsystem but now he's free to come and go as he pleases, so long as his chapperone Mr Black is with him. He greatly enjoys causing people in the front to fumble and drop things they're holding, just for a quick laugh.

Shout-out to the Clown, who is dormant. I wish I had nice things to say about this guy but as a literal manifestation of Fear Itself, he tends to affect headmates and reshape them according to what they fear. Luc has been on the receiving end of this persecutor's actions and so has Sleet. He only has power if someone is fearing and worrying about something enough that he picks up on it and makes it reality. Our relationship with this guy might be improved if we learned to have a healthy relationship with fear, but having anxiety makes that difficult. ;_;

Shout-out to Nightshade, our former inner critic turned persecutor. She's currently dormant and has been reduced to her pre-persecutor state, known as Susan. Highly judgmental, could qualify as "the part that cringes". She'd try to control everything anyone at the front was doing and was definitely one of the promoters of an anxious mindset. We haven't really gotten to know her yet, but I'd like to should she ever come out of dormancy.

Shout-out to Derek and Sleet, who have persecutor tendencies at times, but the label doesn't really apply to either of them. Sleet sometimes feels like it does, and he definitely used to be one, but he's definitely not one now.

We don't usually give these guys much air but we've been seeing posts about persecutors recently and I wanted to give ours some shout-outs. :0

[eklesia-system]

Hi, I'm Xander, I just got here today.

🌫️- How many people are in your system We're nearing 200. 188 right now. Lots of new people and I'm one of them.

🌊- What's everyone's favorite colors? Someone likes something from every color of the rainbow. I like black.

☂️- Most common fronters? Khaz, Sai, Beccs, Luc, Remy, Sleet, that's the current lineup.

☔- Collective pronouns? They/Them

💦- Everyone's pronouns? Most go by he/him including me. Then you have some she/her, they/them, it/its, any mix of those four, with some neopronouns... death/deathself (Derek), ze/zir (Dizzy), Any pronouns (Edd, Odd, Snowy), fizz/fitz/fitzself (Elixir), he/himb (Hush), that man (the Keeper), the little guy (Kudzu), thei/them (Rakoko), fluff/fluffself (Rascal), wah (Rascal), et/ez/etself (Rouge), my emperor (Sage I), parr/parrself (Sly).

💧- Most common age group? 15-23. Lots of teenagers and young adults. I'm 11 so I'm outside of that bunch.

💨- Do you have any fictives? Yeah, lots. Skeet is the most vocal.

❄️- Are there any romantic relationships in your system? Yeah. The only ones everyone knows about is... Beccs/Khaz and Varian/Brandi.

🌧️- Does anyone have a favorite number? Jordan likes 44, Sai likes 27. That's all I know.

☁️- Are any of your alters neurodivergent? Probably all of us.

🌤️- How many people are LGBTQIA+ Most of us.

☀️- Do you have any non-human alters (including hybrids)? Yes. Sleet did the rundown in another system ask post.

🌈- What are some common hobbies? Drawing, writing, and an enjoyment of music.

🌪️- What is the most liked food between everyone? Pizza.

🔥- Current hyperfixations? A few different stories, miniatures, stuff like that. Creative projects.

☄️- Do you guys have any collective interests? We're all interested in plurality, I guess.

⚡- What is your headspace like? (If you have one) Sleet describes it in the same previous system ask post.

✨- Does anyone have a pet? A few people have spatters they've adopted. Derek has Thunderstruck, Khaz has Gelato, Sai has Nian, and Luc has Snowy.

⭐- Does your system have a name? Eklesia.

💫- Does anyone wanna share something about their source? Feel free to ramble, anyone can answer too! I was sourced from a dream the system was having last night. So was Billy, so I guess he's my sourcemate?

🪐- Most chaotic group? The Tree Cutters and any of the Dereks in general.

🌎- Any demon/angel/god alters? Erik, Noah, and the Ivory Knight are angels. Khaz is sometimes an angel. Coyote prefers the term "diety" and has no interest in being worshiped.

🌙- Who is the oldest? The oldest alters to form are JJ and Derek Rex. The oldest human is a guy who age slides between 18 and 80 (JJ again), and Archie who is in his fifties. There is also Coyote (thousands of years old), the Keeper (he doesn't know or care how old he is), and a guy who is in his 30s but his time period is 2,000ish years ago, so I dunno what to say about him (Aden).

🌓- What type of system are you? Eisotraumagenic, probably.

🌗- (For traumagenic systems only) Are you diagnosed? If yes, was getting one difficult? If not, do you want one & why or why not? We aren't. Some of us think getting one (for OSDD) would be good and some prefer to let our lived experience be what it is. Getting a diagnosis could be risky for job searching too.

🌕- What is your system dynamic (ex, family, friends, complete strangers, etc) Most people are saying it's like a family. I hope it's nothing like mine.

🌻- What's a normal day for you as a system? I dunno, existing? Switches normally happen every hour or few hours or so, right now I'm tired of being out but nobody is switching in yet, sigh. Right now nothing much. Spending time with friends some days.

🌸- How do you keep track of your system? (Members, switches, etc) SimplyPlural. Sai is pretty anal about keeping the fronting and switching times accurate.

🥀- Any childhood things that should've tipped you off to being a system? Hey it's Sai, really quick since I was most active in childhood. Talking to myself and responding to myself, that one time I wrote a story where I talked to someone and they told me something I never would have thought of myself, hearing entire arguments in my head with different voices pitching in... little things like that. Also my lifelong interest in characters who had more than one personality, which I really related to for some reason. Derek and Sleet were those reasons. -Sai

💐- Do you like being a system? Xander again. Looks like we do.

🐚- Do you know any systems IRL? We have a partner system that goes by Sol. They're one of our closest friends and multiple of our alters are dating their alters.

🍄- Do you prefer in-system dating or out-of-system dating? They're saying it depends. Both have their pros and cons.

🍁- What's the most annoying thing about being a system? Not having our own bodies and having to be perceived as whoever or whatever people think the body is. Knowing that nobody would believe me if I told them I was an 11 year old boy unless they already know about this stuff.

🎍- How bad is your amnesia? Darren and Vertex have amnesia the most. Darren needs to be told what's going on and Vertex can black out completely and forget his own name, where he is, everything. Mostly though we just have trouble remembering to do things we need to do and Phoenix keeps track of everyone's memories in real time so the amnesia is usually more emotional, like, "someone else did that, but it wasn't me." That's how I'm able to type all of this out since I'm new.

🌿- Best quote from an alter? "Adam, you're a chicken taco." -Derek

🌳- Do alters have separate accounts for games or do you all share an account? We share. I wish our laptop could run more games, there's only two games on here at all. Thanks for reading, I guess. -Xander

🌫️- How many people are in your system

🌊- What's everyone's favorite colors?

☂️- Most common fronters?

☔- Collective pronouns?

💦- Everyone's pronouns?

💧- Most common age group?

💨- Do you have any fictives?

❄️- Are there any romantic relationships in your system?

🌧️- Does anyone have a favorite number?

☁️- Are any of your alters neurodivergent?

🌤️- How many people are LGBTQIA+

☀️- Do you have any non-human alters (including hybrids)?

🌈- What are some common hobbies?

🌪️- What is the most liked food between everyone?

🔥- Current hyperfixations?

☄️- Do you guys have any collective interests?

⚡- What is your headspace like? (If you have one)

✨- Does anyone have a pet?

⭐- Does your system have a name?

💫- Does anyone wanna share something about their source? Feel free to ramble, anyone can answer too!

🪐- Most chaotic group?

🌎- Any demon/angel/god alters?

🌙- Who is the oldest?

🌓- What type of system are you?

🌗- (For traumagenic systems only) Are you diagnosed? If yes, was getting one difficult? If not, do you want one & why or why not?

🌕- What is your system dynamic (ex, family, friends, complete strangers, etc)

🌻- What's a normal day for you as a system?

🌸- How do you keep track of your system? (Members, switches, etc)

🥀- Any childhood things that should've tipped you off to being a system?

💐- Do you like being a system?

🐚- Do you know any systems IRL?

🍄- Do you prefer in-system dating or out-of-system dating?

🍁- What's the most annoying thing about being a system?

🎍- How bad is your amnesia?

🌿- Best quote from an alter?

🌳- Do alters have separate accounts for games or do you all share an account?

A free to use ask game for systems!

Anti Endo, anti other origin systems, DNI with this post

[pico-digital-studios]

Into, Across and Beyond! Cast: Tekno the Canary

Replaces: Spectacular Spider-Man Origin: Sonic the Comic

"After helping stop Prime Sonic from getting killed and causing a multiversal collapse, I'm open to helping keep the further multiverse stable with you. I'm happy to be along for the ride!"

Tekno is a character from Dimension STC-1993, who has quite the dab hand in inventing, just like Tails. She used to be working under the Robotnik of her universe, but kept stealing his resources for her own use, landing her in constant trouble.

When she was sent to the Badnik Processing Plants, however, a special Badnik named Shortfuse rescued her from the troops transporting her, and in return, she improved his Megatal armour and helped him take down a Chemical Plant factory AND the twisted Metamorphia.

After enough time, she eventually allied with the Freedom Fighters to apply her tech knowledge to an heroic cause, and even befriended Amy along the way. After Robotnik's empire fell, she allied with Amy more to stop various criminals, and was later sought out by the mysterious Ring of Eternity for her efforts.

Two of her more recent endeavours were helping stop Robotnik from draining Mobius's life force and causing an environmental collapse, and later being one of the few outright challenging Exetior's rule, which later caused the arch-demon to give up and restore the planet to the way it was.

One of her most praised achievements, however, was helping save the ENTIRE multiverse alongside the original Sonic, from the likes of the SSSSS Squad, Scourge, Sleet and Dingo, and even Dark Oak. She even saved her own Sonic from harm's way after he was captured, and his twisted Super form planned to be used against the original blue blur.

Her efforts managed to inspire EV!Sonic when they crossed paths, which led to them allying up and forming the Quill Society together as a way to keep the multiverse outside of the base dimension safe and stable. This also means rounding up any villains that are causing trouble outside of their own dimensions for sorting out.

Like OMT!Tails, the Quill Society has a policy in place where villains are not kept captive for longer than needed. For select cases like Sark here, who's imprisoned for what EV!Sonic states as "unspeakable war crimes that are truly unspeakable" (since I ain't saying his TRULY unforgivable deeds here), they face erasure shortly following their capture.

However, for the majority of the guys captured, they are instead prepared for being sent back home, due to the Quill Society having concerns about dealing with a villain without that world's Sonic. Therefore, killing or long-term imprisonment is a no-go.

The villains in question come from all sorts of areas, ranging from Dr. Qwark from Dimension AO-1992, Sir Fuzzy-Logik in that chamber, and even villains from adaptations of the games, like that ridiculously-small Robotnik from the Game Gear Sonic Spinball. As you can tell from Sunky's expression, literally nobody takes that pint-sized Egghead's threats seriously, considering he's inside a pod inside a dang capsule.

Tekno was one of several to be clearly wary of Lost Memory Sonic's behaviour, and was on OMT!Tails's side when the truth about the "canon event" theory came out. As such, she and Fleetway Amy allied up to help apprehend the selfish version of the blue blur and give OMT!Tails a boost in disrupting the intentions of letting OMT!Cream die to Crimtake. Safe to say, they gladly succeeded in that area.

Oh, yeah. One more thing I can bring up:

OMT!Tails: Hey.

Speedy: Hey. ... It's rude to stare, kid.

OMT!Tails: So, er, what's with Speedy and that altered Emerl suit?

Pana: Birdbrain was causing some chaos in one of the dimensions. Took me and mini Amy here to apprehend him and bring him here.

SS!Amy: Sure I bonked him the best, Pana.

Speedy: You two idiots kidding?! During my escape, I tripped! You heroes just got off lucky.

OMT!Tails: So how many missions have you guys been on together?

SS!Amy: Well, not too many.

Pana: With Mina? A... couple dozen?

OMT!Tails: Wait, what? (a little jealous) Ah, that's cool.

(Cell sprites by RaulHedgeBomber)

[galactose-galaxy]

Okay, I wrote this a bit ago and its basically a blurb of an AU of my one character, Bjarne (or Sleipnir), and how his normal lore would translate to the universe of Altered Carbon. Fully self-serving as I absolutely adore the show (need to read the books... soon) and I enjoy how the parallel of sleeve wearing fits the original version's stuff. I think, for fun I might write another. Would be great to practice writing characters interacting since it is such a weak point for me :,) Also warning, some violence and quick murder

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Freezing sleet rapped against the thick glass, barely audible about the electronic hum that constantly droned throughout the entire city. Quiet was for the deaf and the dead, the living had to suffer with the noise their evolution had brought to this alien world. The closest thing to peaceful background noise jarringly broke as the worn lock of this rusted place ground open, followed by the heavy sliding of the door. The peace was further sullied as dim lights turned on, and the muffled screaming of a gagged man now filled the space. With a soaked back and tied-up feet, the man fruitlessly gasped and grabbed the broad shoulder he was so unceremoniously slung over. The leather, cold from the outdoors, gave the well-chewed nails of the man nothing to grab onto. Frigid, unbearing. Even his kicks were still weak and uncoordinated, a fruitless endeavour that only received silence from the man’s captor.

Taking a final drag of the cigarette, the captor roughly crumpled it in his hand, singing flesh with the dying ember before flicking it to the already littered ground of the hotel room. He gripped the man’s tied feet and with a heave he sent the body falling right into the chair prepped by the window. Finally, the captor and captured were face to face for the first time. Unnaturally blue eyes bore into the natural brown, only encouraging the muffled screams to continue. The captor’s lip twitched downwards, into a frown as he finally exhaled, letting his smoke wash over the screaming victim. Wretched, disgusting, even gagged the poor victim choked and sputtered. At least, as he did so the sweaty and now drool-soaked rag was removed from his mouth. Sucking a breath in, he started to spew the filthy begging they all did. “Please, I-I just take my money man. I can even drain my account for you. I can even pretend I never saw your face and we can just part ways right here. What do you say, big guy?” The captor simply turned his back. Cold and uncaring, not a word fell from his lips in acceptance or denial. He didn’t care, the only thing he cared about was that precious sleeve the man had. Be it bought, born, or borrowed, the skin was soft, the eyes a wonderful natural shade and the man didn’t seem to be balding either. Bjarne could already taste the credits this one would make him. The time it would spare him. Calloused hands picked up a well-used switchblade from the kitchenette as the coffee machine whirred to life, dribbling into the stained carafe. The chorus of pleading became the new backdrop as he stepped closer, flicking the blade open, its golden metal flashing just as his large frame moved to straddle the still-conscious sleeve. The talking moved to panicked screams, pleading and begging, and even a prayer or two. All the beautiful words fell on deaf ears though, and all it got was a very soft and disappointing, “shhh” from Bjarne. Shushing the poor man like a fussy child. Even caressing his hair like one as his face was forced against leather. The victim gnashed his teeth and bit where he could, but cold calloused hands stayed true and strong, keeping him in place. Holding him still as the golden blade of Gabriel found the nape of his neck.

Tears ran, and sobbing began. “Don’t RD me, please, I swear, I can change. If that is what this is, please, please, I will learn please.” The sobs grew ugly, deranged. While the corners of the cold captor’s lips twitched yet again, falling farther into a scornful frown, just as blood pricked the knife eager to escape as the tip was pushed in on that telltale scar. With an uncomfortable precision, the blade slid in, roughly bumping against the vertebra as Bjarne found the sweet spot. The man’s pleas grew in crescendo, falling ill to the pain before finally nothing. The body hung limp against Bjarne’s chest. The silver-haired man let out a soft sigh, twisting his knife against the man’s spinal cord until the object of his desires popped free. Dropping the knife to the ground, blood splattering over his already stained boots, he drove his fingers into the wound. Flesh squelched uncomfortably, but the little metal piece was easy enough to find. He gave it a flick as he stood up, pushing the once a man, now just a sleeve, back into the chair. Holding the glowing blue object up to the light, simply inspected it with an appraising eye, even giving it a wipe against his shirt before tossing it into a bowl where a few others resided. Far away from that hotel, and a few bodies lighter, Bjarne flicked and tossed his knife, over and over again. Sheltered by the taller buildings, the rain only came down in certain areas and was easy to avoid. Yet it created puddles and portals to another world. Reflecting the hundreds of neon lights that dance, desperately trying to grab the attention of the small-minded individual. Like moths to a flame, a crowd surrounded the establishment that Bjarne had been looking for. Slipping his blade away, he tucked his palms into his pockets, shouldering his way through without a word. No apologies or even the acknowledgement of those he barreled through. They didn’t matter, they were nothing to him. He only had one goal and wanted it over with as quickly as possible. With a steeled gaze he looked up towards the neon pink sign, the strange symbols of a name rolling right past his mind. Still, after all these years, he hadn’t bothered to learn to read the local tongue.

A rough hand grabbed his jacket, yanking back on the young man. Causing his tunnel vision to break as he came face to face with a bouncer. “Buddy, back of the line.” Giving the strand of hair that had fallen into his eyes a puff of air, he stared the bouncer down, trying to recognize the face. Grabbing a hold of the still stained and bloodied shirt he wore, he tugged down the neckline, giving the man just the corner of a tattoo that swirled along his chest. Just with the sight of the tail, the bouncer was understanding, and let Bjarne go with a rough push. “Don’t fuckin’ start anythin’, I don’t care who you are, fucker.” Someone who didn’t care wouldn’t have crumpled so easily. For a brief moment, the young man let himself revel in the fantasy that he was respected for his own name, his reputation. He moves past the winding hallways of flashing and neon lights, tuning out the faux moans of organic and synthetic workers alike along with the cheers of the greasy folk who frequented this upstanding establishment. Though, just as fake as the paid-for whimpers of pleasure, he knew that fantasy was synthetic, made up just to buffer the blow against his ego. He was no man of his own making, just a boy forced to the coattails of the man he worked for. Passing by more security, this time unhindered, he shouldered the heavy metal door. As soon as the seal was broken, a wash of smoke blew over his face, swirling and burning his nostrils with its toxicity. Fucking terrible. With a final breath of relatively fresh air, he stepped in, as confident as his legs would allow. Bathed in low and pink light, the source of the haze that filled the luxurious room sat the uncomfortably familiar face, the golden mirror of his own, aged by years of life, and years of purgatory. Bjarne’s father blew out some more smoke, and a grin, unlike that of his father, broke across his face, followed by a voice made by Gabriel’s vocal cords, but spoken by that of Svathilfari. “Sleipnir, my boy, you finally join us.” The voice purred, cracked by the smoke-filled lungs. A ringed hand delicately brushed over the shoulder of his Blom, her form wore a new sleeve, yet the boy could see who she was just from the judgmental glare she held for the boy, a glare that only softened when she returned her attention to the most important figure of the room.

Bjarne didn’t offer the man a verbal response. He never did. Instead, he stepped past where they lounged, roughly opening the cabinet where he knew the terminal was, the one he always had to use. “Three hours late. Right on the dot. You know the deal, boy.” He grinned, turning over the cigarette in his hand before sucking down another puff, letting it snake out of his maw after a moment. Pure ecstasy seemed to flood through that stolen sleeve as soon as the chemicals hit. A glance was all the man got before the boy shrugged his shoulders, depositing the credits. All the way down until his account was empty, yet the balance wasn’t set to zero. He squinted towards the screen, turning back to Svadilfari with a soft grunt of confusion.

“Ah, boy. Inflation you see.” The man didn’t even give him the respect of hiding his devilish smirk. “Had to charge more, especially on your regular late fee.”

Quiet anger seethed in the young man, waiting for the inevitable rest of his words. He always offered this, he always wanted it.

The golden mirrored man pushed off from the elegant chair, clasping the pin-striped suit’s buttons neatly as he closed the distance. “Sell your sleeve, Sleipnir.”

There it was, and right as those once kind hands grasped the boy’s shoulders, trapping him in place and under that terrifying gaze. A delusional man would think he was brave, staring down the eyes that threatened to pluck him right from the very skin he wore. Truthfully, the son was always terrified of the father. As a child, as a teen, and even now, as an adult.

Hands balled into fists as he seethed. It took every single ounce of courage the weak boy had to muster it, but he did, just as every time before. Breaking the eye contact, he shook his head no.

“How many times have we been over this.” The false father growled, the grip on the boy’s shoulder with barely restrained rage. They had been over this time and time again, the incoming speech that often was delivered with a calm before the storm. False Father’s mouth opened for a mere moment before he drew a knife of air through his teeth, snapping the brittle tension with a deranged smile.

The shift caught the boy off guard, and where his eyes had found themselves digging holes in the wall behind his tormentor readying himself to withstand a beating, they snapped to his face in stark confusion. That mask must have broken, for the change in the boy’s demeanour brought nothing but illicit joy from Svadilfari.

“I have a far better offer for you, especially now that you consider yourself a man.”

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[veronica-sawyers-monocle]

❄ tomura shigaraki x female reader

❄ warnings: nonconsensual sexual content but it turns out they enjoy it :O

❄ author’s note: i had no clue where this was going as i was writing it so i hope you guys like it. i just needed to write something smutty with shigaraki and this just felt right to me.

You hated the cold. Seeping into your bones, freezing you from the inside out. After years of perfecting your quirk, you still struggled the most to alter cold climates. Keeping the harsh snow and sleet at bay drained your strength. Cooling things down, creating wind, storms, even altering the composition of the gases in the atmosphere to drain it of oxygen, all those were easier than producing warmth from nothing.

But here you were. Knowing you needed to use your quirk for the number one villain in Japan, Tomura Shigaraki. You wouldn’t be in this situation if you hadn’t dropped out of UA. But the past was the past; you made your decision and now you must live with it. Scraping and scrounging for rent and food money all because your stupid ego couldn’t handle being constantly overlooked at school. Your quirk wasn’t very combat-oriented so all you did was make the climate more difficult for enemies to fight in. If you used your quirk it usually affected everyone in the area, even the people on your side.

You were recruited by Shigaraki when he came across you in the middle of creating a windstorm to fuck with some girls doing a photoshoot. He saw himself in you a bit, with your oversized hoodie covering half your face, observing the results of your actions from a park bench. Recognized the defeated, tired look in your eyes. The frustration that came with having a quirk that wasn’t built for heroics. He knew you wouldn’t have any moral scruples in helping a villain. Of course, he never told you any of that. He kept things businesslike always.

“I need you to come with so you can make sure I don’t freeze to death” he told you.

“And from our location we’ll have a vantage point over the entire valley. If we see someone approach I need you to use your quirk to make them stay away from us.”

Seemed easy enough. A reasonable request. Not like you could refuse anyway, and he was offering you a lot of money.

But currently you were exhausted. Hiking up the mountain while keeping the snowstorm at bay using your quirk the whole time had you lagging behind. Shigaraki had no idea of your struggle. He was maintaining a fast pace, intent on reaching a specific outlook point. You admired his determined nature, but he had no consideration for how you might be feeling. Dusk came and went and you still trudged on, growing more and more exhausted as the night went on. The area you could control was shrinking with each passing minute, and you knew that if you kept yourself warm instead of Shigaraki, he would surely throw you off the side of the mountain and leave you for dead.

“Shigaraki, can-can we rest? I dont think i can continue much longer.” You held out to the very last second but you could feel the exhaustion seeping into your bones. You needed food, someplace to sit, any kind of break.

“You can’t keep going for five more minutes?” He griped, not even looking at you or stopping.

“I can but I can’t use my quirk anymore,” you panted, falling to your knees in the snow.

Shigaraki stopped and finally turned around to look at you, his windblown hair obscuring his face. The reflection of the moonlight on the snow illuminated his red eyes, glowing as they stared at you.

“Just walk five more minutes and we’ll camp for the night.” Finally he took pity on you. Or gave you a well-deserved break. Relieved, you got back up to your feet and began slowly walking again.

You were lagging so far behind Shigaraki that when you’d reached him, he already pitched a tent and started a fire. Sitting down on a fallen log, you began warming your hands feverishly. The pair of red eyes were still watching you, disapproving.

“You didn’t even help make it and you’re using my fire?”

Fuck. He was treating you like shit. Exhausted as you were, you still had to say something. He couldn’t do anything to you or else he’d probably die from the conditions.

“Look, Shigaraki,” you started between chattering teeth. “You asked me to help you with this so would you please treat me with some respect? I had to use my quirk the entire time coming up this mountain.”

“Look,” he said your name, mocking you. “I hired you to do one thing.” Shigaraki got up and stalked towards you, his figure dark and imposing in the firelight. “Keep me fucking warm with your quirk. I don’t care how cold you are or how tired you get. I have to do my job and I don’t need you being weak.”

Before you could reply, he turned his back on you and stalked into the tent. Shigaraki didn’t want to be that harsh. He just couldn’t trust you yet. Or ever. After all, he just picked you up off the street, taking the risk of assuming you had no ulterior motives in working for him. Eventually, if you wanted, he’d invite you to join the League. Your quirk would be so useful to them…and maybe you’d be useful to him.

He had to admit, he was attracted to you. You had such strength with your quirk, but there was a helpless, innocent nature to your personality that drove him a little crazy. He wanted to put his hands all over you, feel the soft warmth of your body underneath his rough skin. You were completely at his mercy, he thought. No clue of how to get back to the nearest town. This was his ulterior motive.

You didn’t know any of this though. You just thought this guy wanted to use you for the job and nothing else. You trusted him to not do anything to you when you finally crawled inside the tent, seeking warmth and rest for your exhausted body. Shigaraki already had fallen asleep, it seemed. He laid on his side, hair falling across his face and one arm stretched out, reaching towards nothing. Rolling your eyes, you gingerly scooted his arm towards his body to make room for yourself. He was sleeping heavily, the sound of his deep breaths filling the tent. The rhythm was strangely comforting, lulling you to sleep.

Sometime during the night, the feeling of a cold, callused hand against the bare skin of your stomach jolted you awake. You laid there stunned for a moment, not knowing what to do. Alerted to your consciousness by your quickened breaths, Shigaraki pulled you closer to his chest, his raspy voice in your ear.

“You promised you’d keep me warm, didn’t you?” His hand clenched slightly on your skin. You tried to squirm out of his grip but you realized with his quirk, he could destroy you in a second. The only reason he could touch you, you realized, was because of a special glove covering a couple of his fingers that you’d seen earlier.

“Shigaraki, please, can I just sleep right now?”

His hand moved up to cup your bare breast, his warm breath on your neck a contrast to the cold air.

“Mmm, you can, but wouldn’t you rather be awake?” He ground his hips against your ass, forcing you to feel his hardness. He sucked your earlobe, licking around the edge with his tongue. Nonconsensual as it was, you were so sensitive there so you arched your back with pleasure, inadvertently pushing yourself against Shigaraki’s erection. He was warm, warmer than you would have expected, and his larger body felt nice pressed against your back.

He groaned, “Aaahh, you like when I do that?” You sighed breathily as you felt the tip of his cock brush up against your pussy.

“I-it feels good but…why?”

Instead of answering you, he began groping your tits, alternating between them. His rough fingers tugged at your nipples, which were already sensitive and hard from the cold air.

“Why does it feel good? Because you’re a little slut, aren’t you…my little slut now…”

“No, why—ohhh,” you moaned as he began sucking on your neck. “Why are you doing this?” You could tell Shigaraki was inexperienced sexually, his hands were roaming over your torso, greedily fondling every inch of your skin like it was the first and last time he’d ever touch a woman. You hated to admit it, but you loved being touched like this. His movements were clearly driven by pure lust for you. You felt yourself growing wetter with every touch, clenching your thighs every time he ground his clothed cock against you.

He never answered your question, but it didn’t matter. Didn’t matter why his hand had slipped into your underwear, spreading your wetness everywhere, rubbing you, and then slipping those same fingers into your mouth. Demanding you to suck on them. It didn’t matter because you loved it all.

“Mmm…want you inside me,” you whispered. He froze immediately at your words, shocked that you wanted him.

“R-really? I thought…”

“You can’t do all this and expect me to not get turned on,” you mumbled, shy to admit it to him. It had been awhile since you’d gotten any action, your last hookup was with a lame UA boy a couple years ago. And now here you were, the number one villain desperately wanting to get into your pants. You turned around so that you were facing each other and looked at his flushed face, then saw the huge tent in his pants.

“I thought I’d…have to force you…” he trailed off his sentence, clearly ashamed.

“That’s fucked up, Shigaraki. You’re fucking lucky I liked it, otherwise…well, I guess all you’d have to do is threaten to kill me and I’d have to do whatever you wanted.” He looked dejected at your response and sat up, putting a pillow over his bulge to hide himself.

“I-I’m sorry…I wouldn’t kill you, I promise,” he didn’t meet your eyes, his embarrassment was obvious. He looked back up at you through his wavy hair. “You said you liked it?” He asked hesitantly. You nodded in response.

“No girl has said she liked it before…” Shrugging, you told him you did.

He took that as an invitation to continue, smashing his lips against yours in a messy, heated kiss. He climbed on top of you, propping himself up on his elbows while you laid down, tangling your hands in his long hair. Shigaraki’s lower half pressed flush against yours, grinding into you hungrily. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you pulled him closer to feel his erection grind against your pussy, giggling when he had to stop kissing you because he was moaning too much. You felt the wetness from his precum through both his boxers and your underwear, he was so aroused by you. Wanting to see more of him, you pushed his shirt up, rubbing your palms all over his torso. He was skinny, yet there was defined muscle underneath his pale, scarred skin. His body twitched as you trailed your fingers down each of his v-lines, teasing him by going towards his pelvis and then tracing back up again. 

Shigaraki’s head was thrown back in pleasure, his mouth open and eyes half closed, still wanting to see your pretty, innocent face looking up at him. 

“Touch my cock...please...” He was begging you for it. 

Slowly, you pulled down his boxers, tugging the fabric over his sensitive tip and forcing a gasp from his throat. You almost drooled looking up at it, he was so fucking hard and turned on. Thick and long, with a couple of veins running towards the red, slick tip of it. You saw it jerk up a bit on its own, a little droplet falling from the tip onto your stomach. Not able to resist anymore, you put your hand into your underwear and gathered up some of your own wetness before you began to stroke him with it. Shigaraki let out a soft whimper as he thrusted roughly into your hand. 

“Wow, you really did want this, huh,” you whispered, making eye contact with him as you said it. 

“Yes, I--I wanted it so bad, please let me fuck you, I want your pussy, fuck, I want it so bad right now, want to cum in you and fill you up,” He was almost incoherent, hips bucking into your fist, eyes glazed over, drool running down his chin. 

Shigaraki grabbed you by your hips and you let him flip you over so your ass was facing him, your dripping hole begging for his cock. He made sure you were prepared by sticking two fingers in you suddenly; it was a tight fit, but you thrusted yourself back and forth on them, hungry for anything to be inside of you. He removed his fingers and dug his hands into your soft flesh, squeezing it with a lust that never seemed to abate. In one rough thrust, he shoved his fat cock into you, groaning when he felt your hot, wet walls sucking him in.

His chest was pressed against your back as he pinned you to the floor, his breath heavy in your ear. He thrust into you, rough and deep, barely able to keep a steady rhythm because he was so focused on lasting more than a couple of strokes.

“Fuck, take my big cock…ohhh…you’re so fucking wet,” he kept talking into your ear, moaning between his words.

“Shigaraki…rub my clit please,” you breathed out between his aggressive thrusts, and he reached a hand underneath you almost immediately. The stimulation from his long fingers made you clench around his thick length, it felt so good to Shigaraki and he couldn’t control himself. He bit into your shoulder hard, almost growling when you let out a sharp scream.

“Mmm fuck, bet that feels nice,” he panted between messy thrusts. “Feels so good around me, I fucking love this pussy, wanna make it mine, no one else can have it.”

No one else can have it.

His greedy hands palming your breasts, roaming over your ass, grabbing at it. Shigaraki really couldn’t get enough of you. Slowing his thrusts when he got too close to his orgasm to prolong both your pleasure, then gradually moving back to a faster pace. Your arousal was dripping onto the floor of the tent, knees bruised from resting on the hard ground for so long. Pain mixing with overwhelming pleasure.

Soon, Shigaraki couldn’t hold himself back any longer. He flipped you onto your back and pulled his impossibly hard cock out, stroking it fast until he came, groaning loudly, spilling himself onto your stomach. For awhile, he knelt there holding his twitching cock, eyes closed in bliss and unaware that you still had yet to orgasm.

You cleared your throat, hoping he’d notice you hadn’t finished.

“Did-did you cum?” You shook your head.

“I’ll fix that.”

Still breathing hard, he knelt down and began licking his cum off your torso and breasts, leaving soft kisses all over your skin. Simultaneously, he reached a hand down and slipped two fingers into your soaked pussy, thrusting at your G spot while the heel of his palm brushed your clit with every stroke.

“I’m sorry I didn’t make you finish,” he murmured in your ear, multitasking while fingering you. “Your pussy was so good I couldn’t resist.”

“It-it’s alright I-I think I’m about to…” Your breathing came harder and harder as he worked you to your finish, sloppy, wet sounds filling the tent again.

He had you thrusting up into his touch, as desperate for release as he was. As you came all over his fingers, you held on to his wiry arms for leverage, moaning and gasping uncontrollably.

���Am I making you cum?” His eyes were wide, looking down at you convulsing from his touch.

“Mhm,” you managed.

“Holy shit, wow, that was so hot…” Shigaraki was just about hard again from that, even though it barely took any time. You giggled, smiling at him and lazily stroking his cock, not able to get enough of this man.

“Fuck, I want to go again but we need to sleep,” he said begrudgingly.

Looking down at you, he saw that you’d fallen asleep, your hand dropping from his cock. You looked so peaceful like that, his spit and cum still smeared on you making your skin glisten. Shigaraki turned to go to sleep, pulling a blankets over himself, but at the sound of you sighing in your sleep, he took a couple of blankets and draped them carefully over your unconscious form.

He secretly wanted to hold you as he slept, but he was done forcing you to do anything.

[eklesia-system]

Heya, Sleet here today. Time to answer some questions on behalf of the whole system, wooooo!!! >:) ❤ Is anyone in-system in a relationship? What kind(s)? Well I, Sleet, am in a polyamorous relationship with a member of another system AND a singlet. My lovely singlet joyfriend who is watching me type this. :> My "twin" Sid is also dating these two, but I'm not dating my twin. Remy has a boyfriend in the same other system, Skeet is dating another one of their alters (a fictive of Amethyst from Steven Universe), Cephas is dating one of them too... a whole bunch of us are dating alters in their system actually. As for in-system relationships we have not as many. Varian and Brand (sometimes Brandi) are the first couple to get together. Beccs and Khaz are dating each other as well.

🌹 Does your system have any inhuman members? If so, what species are they? Yes. Most of our inhuman alters are wolves, angels, and these spider-cat-insect hybrid creatures we call spatters. They are, in fact, able to reproduce, which is why there are so many of them. We also have a zombie, a cat, anthros, "little guys", a dog, a few aliens, a diety, a goat, a raccoon, a grackle, a monster, a sentient AI, a ghost, a fairy, werewolves, a sentient doll, a vampire clown child, a robot, an undead, and a literal void of darkness.

🐾 Is your system mostly human or inhuman members? Somewhere in between? Despite what the previous list may suggest, we are actually a mostly human system. I'm human. I did used to be an anthro though, before I chose my current identity/appearance. When I fuse with my twin we become a bear hybrid.

🧡 How does your system handle memories? Does everyone share, or is it split across members? (Feel free to be as vague or specific as you want, or skip this question.) Largely shared, but not everyone remembers everything. Darren tends to have amnesia when he fronts, and Vertex sometimes even forgets his own name. Remembering to do stuff is hard. Otherwise we have few memory problems. Phoenix has access to everything though.

⭐ Do you have a headspace / inner world? What does it look like? Yes. The main crux of our inner world is the House on a Hill, which is a rustic, bigger-on-the-inside house surrounded by woodland. Most of the fun stuff to do is in the house. There's even an indoor swimming pool. :> Outside the house is of course, the forest, which has a bunch of creatures living in it. The Wood Between the Worlds is out there somewhere, I've found it before, and dragged Silas from there. The Tower is nearby, nobody lives there anymore. There's a beach if you walk far enough down the path, there's an entire lake area where you can watch seagulls and skip stones, there's a neighborhood road with a few houses on it, and you can find this place we call "The End" if you're able to go down that road and actually reach the end of it. There's a weird building there, and one of those creaky metal fence gates in front of a set of concrete stairs. There's a green lake down there but nothing beyond it, hence why it's called the End. There's definitely more to it than this that we just haven't explored.

💛 How long have you known about your system / plurality? Almost a year now.

🌻 How did you discover your system / plurality? (Feel free to be as vague or specific as you want, or skip this question.) When Cephas formed and fronted for the first time.

🌙 How does your system handle dreams? Do you share dreams, or are they specific to one member? Do any members show up in dreams? We tend to share and trade dreams, which can make it hard to recall dreams upon waking up. However it seems easier to continue dreams where we left off. Duck has recently begun intruding on our dreams with the presence of rubber ducks. Rubber ducks are like, the most recurring element in our dreams right now. I swear it's like he watches the dream and is like "this dream needs more ducks. (presses button to release the rubber ducks)" One night Coyote actually fronted and started to tell a parable with our dreams. He needs to finish writing the damn thing. (Oh boo. I'll get to it one day. :3 -Coyote)

💚 Do you have any funny stories about another system member(s) or about being a system? Speaking from personal experience, Les and Derek used to HOUND ME whenever I was on a date with my joyfriend. They would do entire karaoke night sets and play stereotypical, meme-ish "romantic" music while singing loudly and commenting on whatever was going on at the front. It was annoying at the time but definitely funny in retrospect. (Ha ha, he thought it was funny! I knew it! -Les)

🍀 Do any system members practice a religion or belief system? What about spirituality? We've got members across the faith spectrum. Vertex is an atheist, me and Rusty are kinda the token agnostics, Tomas is into mysticism, three of our hosts are Christian, Sibley is specifically Catholic. I'm honestly not sure what most members believe but those are the main ones I do know.

❄ Do you have a favorite memory related to your system? (i.e. something that happened in headspace or something that another member did.) Nothing in particular. Some of the most memorable things for me are honestly kinda negative and traumatic. I'm hardly the most positive guy here. (shrugs) There's some memorable and funny shit in our Discord though. Khaz re-integrating with himself via eating Kass as a chocolate cake is certainly memorable though.

💙 Does your system have any introjects? Do they typically come from the same source / origin, or is it more varied? Our system is very introject-heavy. I myself am an introject! Pretty varied sources, but there are some groups who are made entirely of offshoots from the same character. Don't even get me started on the Tree Cutters. x.x

🧵 How does your system handle the body's / vessel's appearance? Does everyone dress the same, or is there a broad range of styles? Whoever wakes up tends to pick out what we wear, so we usually end up dressing like Luc or Khaz. Sometimes we get to shake things up though. And a lot of us have a specific hat we like. Mine's the green beanie. :>

💜 What's your favorite part of being plural / in a system? Probably the community. It took me a while to even start making friends in this system, but... Sid is cool, Cephas is cool, you know, I like these people a lot for putting up with me and my shit.

🌺 Do any members consider other system members to be family? In other words, does your system have any internal families (such as siblings, caretakers, parents, etc.) ? Like I mentioned earlier, Sid is my twin brother. We used to be one alter, split into two during junior high, and now we're our own people. Sibley is also Sid's sibling. The Tree Cutters all have this family dynamic going on. Cephas is everyone's older brother (except for Khaz, who considers himself to be Cephas' older brother. Bear in mind they are the SAME AGE). There's a few mother figures and father figures in the system too, shout-outs to Motherboard, Lucinda, Kristoff, and Dirk. Probably more I'm just not thinking of, heh. Honestly we've all kinda started calling each other things like "brother" and "sister" and the like.

🌸 Does your system have any inside jokes? Yes.

🎀 Does your system share everything in the outer world / meatspace? Does anyone have any objects / items that are solely theirs? Meatspace! I love that term. We often get specific foods and treats for ourselves, and Remy has his "shiny jar". We also have our fronting bracelets. But our pool of resources is limited and we can't afford for everyone to have something that is for them and only them. Even Remy's beloved stuffed octopus gets snuggled by everyone else who fronts to sleep. I just wore Sid's jacket tonight to go out. So, we share most of our shit.

🤎 Do system members typically agree on things or is there a broad range of opinions? Some things we disagree on, and we have our own opinions on stuff, but we respect that, y'know? A house divided cannot stand. I'm usually the guy who disagrees on stuff, or at least has a different perspective, but I'm also far more passionate about some of the bigger issues we can all agree on.

🖤 How does your system make important collective decisions? Does one person call the shots, or is it a group effort? Two of our hosts, Beccs and Sai, are kind of like our representatives. Beccs has say over what we do with the body and can take our suggestions into consideration. If she's chill with it, we can do it! Sai is the general "System President" and decides what to allow/build and not allow/build in headspace. But if it's a decision regarding the system/collective as a whole, the people ourselves, it's always a majority rule situation.

🚀 Do any members speak another language? What about multiple languages? Does everyone speak the same language(s), or does it vary? Some members know some Spanish. Certain alters speak in a conlang we created ourselves during high school and have developed ever since. This is the only language Silver knows.

🌼 Do any members have accents or typing quirks? Are accents/quirks common in your system, or more rare? Typing quirks, not really. Trevor never capitalizes anything, by choice. As for accents? Yeah, we got em. A few alters have various British accents. Edd talks like an Aussie. Khaz notably speaks with a Southern Louisiana accent, Cephas sounds Canadian, and Luc speaks with a THICK Minnesotan accent. Tomas has a Spanish accent, and Erik has... some kind of accent. We're really not sure. Truke and his son Deomi have accents from that conlang we created.

☁ How does your system handle switching? Can you switch easily, or does it take more effort? Are there a lot of switches? We switch pretty well, though sometimes we have to actively picture the act of switching if it's hard to leave the front.

🔬 Does everyone in your system typically share skills and hobbies, or does it vary between members? Does anyone have any unique or strange hobbies / skills? Most of us share the "house art style" but some of us have our own unique art styles. Me, I have no art style of my own so I just use the house style. Sibley, Adam, Erin, Les, and others have their own ways of drawing. Skeet exclusively prefers to paint. Kaiser only paints ocean and beach related stuff. Cephas can open soda bottles better than anyone else. Remy likes collecting "shinies" he finds on walks.

🏁 How has your system changed over time, if it has? Such as a new influx of members, a change in headspace, or a new structure. (Feel free to be as vague or specific as you want, or skip this question.) Stressful year where we not only discover our system but absolutely explode with the amount of members. For a while it was mostly Beccs and Cephas. Others started coming out and forming during a period of stress. After the most stressful time ended, we started switching at will, no hosts or anything. After Khaz formed, he quickly became a host, and then he, Luc, Beccs and Sai became the core group of fronters.

🔎 Is there any other trivia about your system you'd like to share? -Our system name means "Assembly". -Our system mascot is a grackle. -Our system stone is an amethyst. Yaaaay, trivia. I've been working on this for hours, lol.

🤍 Say something positive about another system member (or all of them, if you'd like!) Thanks to everyone for being a cool bunch of people to share a head with. Thanks especially to Khaz and Sibley for doing their best to try and get us a job. Sibley got us an interview!!! I love these guys, they rock.

I don't think a lot of people are gonna read this but uh, thanks if you did. System ask games are fun.

-Sleet

Curious System / Plural Ask Game

inclusive of all system types :] feel free to send an ask, or reblog if you want to play too!

❤ Is anyone in-system in a relationship? What kind(s)?

🌹 Does your system have any inhuman members? If so, what species are they?

🐾 Is your system mostly human or inhuman members? Somewhere in between?

🧡 How does your system handle memories? Does everyone share, or is it split across members? (Feel free to be as vague or specific as you want, or skip this question.)

⭐ Do you have a headspace / inner world? What does it look like?

💛 How long have you known about your system / plurality?

🌻 How did you discover your system / plurality? (Feel free to be as vague or specific as you want, or skip this question.)

🌙 How does your system handle dreams? Do you share dreams, or are they specific to one member? Do any members show up in dreams?

💚 Do you have any funny stories about another system member(s) or about being a system?

🍀 Do any system members practice a religion or belief system? What about spirituality?

❄ Do you have a favorite memory related to your system? (i.e. something that happened in headspace or something that another member did.)

💙 Does your system have any introjects? Do they typically come from the same source / origin, or is it more varied?

🧵 How does your system handle the body's / vessel's appearance? Does everyone dress the same, or is there a broad range of styles?

💜 What's your favorite part of being plural / in a system?

🌺 Do any members consider other system members to be family? In other words, does your system have any internal families (such as siblings, caretakers, parents, etc.) ?

🌸 Does your system have any inside jokes?

🎀 Does your system share everything in the outer world / meatspace? Does anyone have any objects / items that are solely theirs?

🤎 Do system members typically agree on things or is there a broad range of opinions?

🖤 How does your system make important collective decisions? Does one person call the shots, or is it a group effort?

🚀 Do any members speak another language? What about multiple languages? Does everyone speak the same language(s), or does it vary?

🌼 Do any members have accents or typing quirks? Are accents/quirks common in your system, or more rare?

☁ How does your system handle switching? Can you switch easily, or does it take more effort? Are there a lot of switches?

🔬 Does everyone in your system typically share skills and hobbies, or does it vary between members? Does anyone have any unique or strange hobbies / skills?

🏁 How has your system changed over time, if it has? Such as a new influx of members, a change in headspace, or a new structure. (Feel free to be as vague or specific as you want, or skip this question.)

🔎 Is there any other trivia about your system you'd like to share?

🤍 Say something positive about another system member (or all of them, if you'd like!)

[unexpected-possibilities]

Because I need something to cheer me up, here’s part of today’s celebratory “I reached 150 pages” or whatever I’m calling it. These are some of my saved notes from my chapters throughout my writing process in Saudade (I unfortunately didn’t start keeping them until recently so there’s not as many as I’d like). It’s also important that you know I write absolutely everything as I go, I only ever have like 30% of anything figured out.

The entirety of my notes for Chapter 8: Did You Know ~

*insert that vine of the guy recording his friend, who sits up, then someone else sits up in bed beside him and he’s like “Ohhh OHOHO” and runs away but Archie is recording*

(This video)

Some possible ways that Chapter 10: Ready or Not could have played out ~

-Douxie and his fam go to see Charlie

-Douxie discusses what he and Archie discovered on rescue duty(what did they find??? I do not know)

    -prophecy??

    -underground wizard hideout place that took a hit in the hurricane???, douxie and co find themselves in the midst of like a magic gangwar type of thing???

-douxie finding out what his special power is that master wizards get ???

    -what even is it???

I clearly knew what was happening in Chapter 11: Deep Water ~

*banging fists on table* ANGST ANGST ANGST 

My highly detailed info for Chapter 12: Secrets ~

-Zoe has to go to the hospital??? 

-Douxie in the hospital chair asleep nearby 

-what even happened to her, f*** if i know

    -injured in the fight??

    -too much magical exertion 

-Zoe waking up from being drugged acting all weird (how weird is weird)

And a look at some things that were tossed around, some that were used some weren’t, in upcoming Chapter 13: Fire and Ice ~

-Zoe and Douxie return from the hospital to find Archie working with the formerly hostile hedgewizards 

- said mages agree to a hesitant pact to protect the city, mortals, and themselves in partnership with Chaos Family and whoever else they can get 

- Zoe decides it’s time to travel to see Tara in Boston, Claire teleports Zoe’s car to NYC for her bc the ship is very much out of commission. Chaos family road trip?? i talk about Zoe’s car too much but it is Vital Info

Under the cut: Bonus material from other fics and from conversation I’ve had recently with @nikibogwater​ regarding my writing processes!

Understatement of the year regarding Unless Spoken To ~

Douxie sees his father for the first time since he ran away and it doesn’t go over well.

Notes from We Will Rock You ~

remember that one time you jammed out to Queen in your car at like 11pm at night? yeah, that. and how fun getting your leather jacket was. that’s all folks

The vibes I got from Have it All ~

(sometime in my Saudade timeline idk you make it work)

Douxie really said no <3 to Zoe in the beginning there.

And lastly, wings!Zoe notes that are still in progress...

She gets a spear “made of a storm” the spear tells her it belonged to the Valkyrie Rota, ‘a goddess who sends sleet and storm’

Rota is one of the youngest of the valkyrie (use some of the poetry??)

Zoe has a pair of wings, sort of combining the swan-maiden story with valkyries 

Hawk wings with lichtenberg figures

The wings area very big, she has trouble with their weight/size at first

Buys taller heels so she can walk with her wings better

Doesn’t realize how to Not Have Wings for like a few days so she thinks she’s stuck with them

Zoe spends a while altering preexisting clothing or figuring out how it’ll work with her wings, relearning how to sew

Sparring pt 2 but now with wings (it’s a disaster)

And this little gem:

Anyways, thank you all for this crazy journey I set out on a couple months ago, I’ve loved the vast majority of it. I hope to give you guys all I’ve got in the works to come. Also, all the links to my works can be found in my pinned post to redirect you to Ao3. I didn’t link here because tumblr likes to eat posts with links in them. Hope you enjoyed this chaos for the day lol.

[impulse-writing]

Night Runners (1/?)

Rated: M

Summary: So a robot and a ninja fall in love... (Bladerunner/Altered Carbon AU)

A/N: Man, it’s been a while since I started a serious project. Hope you guys enjoy! And please take care :)

***

Yang was lucky it wasn’t raining.

Dangling high above street level, her arms strained as her fingers clutched the edge of the Sukeban building rooftop.

She began to pull herself up with one arm, her free hand reaching the lip of the parapet as she hoisted herself up to safety. Carefully, she used her feet as leverage against the steel frame supporting the building's high rise windows, and balanced herself on the edge.

Cold wind jostled her long hair, whipping blonde curls into tangles as she turned around and faced the open sky extending towards the horizon. 

Yang kept completely still as she listened. As she waited. Focusing on the sound of whirring rotors, of screaming sirens. Eyes straining for any sign of optic headlights searching for life signatures.

Nothing.

Yang turned towards the rooftop.

“Ruby…?”

“I’m here.”

Yang felt a burst of air escape her at the sound of her sister’s voice. She leapt over the parapet wall with an agile spring to her step, focusing on the colour red of Ruby’s jacket as she searched the roof. It didn’t take her long to find Ruby lying flat on the ground behind a whistling steel vent, panting, her face flushed, and her short hair matted over her forehead.

“Yo.”

Yang fell to her knees beside her. Her hands hovered the girl's inert body, hesitating in case she jostled injuries, before curling them against her thighs. “What in the hell were you thinking, Ruby Rose?”

“Can’t talk.” Ruby wheezed. “Need air.”

“You’re damn lucky I found out what you were up to.” Yang said. “I managed to scramble their cams before they caught your face on trid, Rubes. What if I didn’t arrive on time, huh?” 

Ruby wove a dismissive hand. “I could’ve handled it.”

"You could've handled getting chased across the city by ten Ravagers?"

"Yeah."

Yang dragged a hand down her face with a furious groan, her mind flitting through the many ways their night could have ended terribly. “The owner of that chop shop’s gonna be looking for us.” 

“It’s Sleet Labs, Yang, don't call it a chop shop.” Ruby muttered. “They deserve it, anyway.”

“It’s a still glorified chop shop, and we’ll talk about your poor sense of self-preservation later.” Yang said. “Please answer my dumb question, Ruby.”

Ruby smacked the asphalt with her hands and sat up with a grunt. “You needed it.” She said. “I can’t just sit by and watch you get worse. What if your arm stops working?”

“I’d rather have a malfunctioning arm than see you in prison.” Despite her anger, Yang caved in and wrapped her sister in a hug, swallowing the smaller girl’s frame. It allowed them a moment’s reprieve as she rocked her sister side to side, comforted by the fact that they escaped.

“Promise me you won’t do it again?”

She listened to Ruby breathe, her hands curling around Yang’s elbow. “You can’t tell me to stop helping you.”

“Dammit, Ruby.” Her words didn't even have any bite anymore, too drained to muster anything more than a sigh.

Shaking her head, Yang decided to save this conversation for later. Probably when they were no longer in danger of being caught.

“C’mon,” Yang stood and pulled Ruby up, dusting her pants trousers. “We gotta get outta here before they send in more Ravagers.”

 It wasn’t difficult outrunning a couple of Ravager tek drones in a chase. Their taser bullets were slow enough that someone as nimble and fit as Yang could avoid one or two successive shots. The true danger came from how loud they sang, and usually the city’s districts were rife with NAPD patrols rounding every miserable crevice of Neo-Anima. 

But downtown Higanbana was a no-fly zone. The presence of ruling gangs around this particular district were affluent enough, they didn’t hesitate to stack dirty credsticks with six-digit numbers to keep NAPD patrol cops at bay. 

They made their way to the rusty scaffolding, which rose from the side of the building like oversized pythons, ladders old enough that they creaked and swung precariously. By the time they reached the ground, they were out of there. Out over the chain fence that had a defaced ‘No Trespassing’ sign, and down an underpass covered with eclectic graffiti art and poor lighting.

Yang liked to think she intentionally led their drone pursuers to Higanbana, to help keep NAPD patrols off their tails, but the unfortunate truth was that they were lucky. Lucky they found the MTR shortcut, heading to the outskirts of Higanbana. Lucky they came across a forgotten construction site with half its framework still intact, its hanging girders stretched out long enough to keep them running. Lucky that Ruby managed to find and cut a stack of wire cables holding a concrete slab from above, losing half their pursuers in the resulting chaos. 

There were so many ways their night could have gone sideways. Luck, Yang thought, might not be on their side the next time they got in trouble.

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[thisfits]

Five Gray Flannel Trousers for under $150

Pictured above: grey flannel trousers from eHaberdasher.

Check out my 2020/2021 update: Flannel Trousers under $159.

Four Mid-Grey Trousers for under $150, published in 2014, is one of my perennially popular posts. Sadly, as Pete at Put This On once observed, expensive things aren’t getting any cheaper. While there are still many options out there for grey flannel wool trousers, most weigh in at over $200. None of the pants in the 2014 post are available anymore. Nor are any of the five options in a follow-up post. Some of the retailers seem to have abandoned carrying wool flannel dress trousers altogether.

Which is too bad. As I wrote in the original post:

A cool-weather staple and a garment on almost every “essential wardrobe” list, the grey flannel trouser is the functional equivalent of jeans in a tailored wardrobe—you can wear them with almost anything.

With a navy blazer, spread collar shirt, and striped tie you’ll be about as formal as you can get short of wearing a suit. Pair them with just about any sport coat in any color or pattern (except solid grey, of course) and they’ll go well together. Swap the sport coat for a navy chunky cardigan or suede A1 blouson and you’ve got a sophisticated casual look. They even look great with just a slim merino v-neck sweater in navy, burgundy or forest green for a reliable business casual outfit—though I recommend wearing that with interesting outerwear to keep it from looking too staid.

I set out to see if affordable grey wool flannel trousers are still a thing in 2019. I’m happy to report that they are, though with a compromise: you’ll notice I dropped “mid-grey” from the title.

Keep reading for the full roundup.

Buttoned Down Slim Italian Wool Flannel Pants

$139. Available in Charcoal. Offered by Amazon’s house label for tailored clothing, these trousers feature an extended tab closure and split waistband. Menswear indoctrination has me somewhat skeptical of charcoal trousers, but Simon Crompton of Permanent Style is an advocate. Peter at The Essential Man calls charcoal trousers his “secret weapon”.

One other thing: as a 5′6″ guy, I appreciate that Amazon offers these in 29″ and 28″ inseams, a rarity among major retailers. Matching jacket available (not a huge fan of the slim lapels). Also available in Classic fit.

Nordstrom Men’s Shop Trim Fit Flannel Wool Dress Pants

$129. Available in Grey Shade Heather (mid-grey) and Grey Sleet Heather (light grey). I appreciate that Nordstrom is the only retailer from the 2014 post that makes the list. These trousers from one of their house labels feature a slim fit (15″ leg opening on size 32) and are lined to the knee. They come unhemmed, but Nordstrom offers free basic alterations in-store.

Spier and Mackay VBC Flannel Dress Trousers

$148. Available in Medium Gray, Light Gray Twill, and Medium Gray Houndstooth. That’s “VBC” as in “Vitale Barberis Canonico”, the 350-year old Italian wool mill. I also like their oatmeal-colored light brown flannel trouser. For $10 more, consider Spier and Mackay’s high-rise flannel trousers, which feature a single pleat, side-tab adjusters, and an extended waistband. 

If you’re a first time Spier & Mackay customer, you can get 20% off your first order with my referral code 33UGHT.

Jomers Italian Wool Flannel Pants

$74. Available in Heather Dark Gray. Also sourced from Vitale Barberis Canonico. I picked up a pair of their Abraham Moon Donegal wool trousers a couple weeks ago, and I’m impressed by what they’ve been able to pull off at this pricepoint: extended tab closure, Bemberg-lined to the knee, and a rubber grip strip in the waistband to help keep your shirt tucked in.

Bella Spalla Gray Flannel Trousers

$135. Available in Medium Grey Melange. These are my current go-to flannel trousers — I’m wearing a pair right now as I type up this post. Bella Spalla is a house label for online menswear retailer eHaberdasher, who consistently produces quality garments at reasonable prices. Unfortunately, sizing is limited, so consider looking at grey flannel trousers from their other two lines, Benjamin and The Wardrobe.

[eklesia-system]

Who would you say has a personality that contradicts with their role the most? Probably Les. He's our gatekeeper which I think people associate with being kinda... level headed? Protective? Straightforward? This guy was playing the "leave a little dirt under the pillow for the dirt man" over and over again just to annoy Sleet while he was out earlier. He's a troll and he says things for the headspace lolz. He's a silly. :0 The reason he's a gatekeeper is because he is an empath. And also he's just really good at his job. (Les: Thank you. ;0;)

Who has the most different music tastes to everyone else? Emperor Sage I enjoys... a genre of music I'm not allowed to tell the internet. ;_;

Funniest quote(s) out of context?

What is the strangest positive trigger to front an alter has? I dunno. :0 I like to come out when dishes need to be washed. It's like a bubble bath for your hands and you get to make dishes shiny. :> And um. Khaz fronts really fast when he smells peach rings. :0 Or any sweet and chewy candy.

What is one of the more unique alter name(s) you have in system? Hmmm. We have... Cephas, Cirros, Dabner, Elixir, Gelato, Gretchen, Hopeful, Khaz, Kudzu, Mettle, Motherboard, Rakoko, Sibley, Sleet, Stonehead, Thunderstruck, Unseer, and Vertex. :0

That was fun! ^_^ -Remy

System Ask Game!

Who would you say has a personality that contradicts with their role the most?

Who has the most different music tastes to everyone else?

Funniest quote(s) out of context?

What is the strangest positive trigger to front an alter has?

What is one of the more unique alter name(s) you have in system?

[conspiracieys-archive]

dusan nemec, but as a supervillain. what powers would he have, where would his base be, how would he keep his secret identity if he has on, what would his super suit look like, etc.

hmmmmmm..... this is a good ask! well... let's see. long as usual so i tried to cut it under a read more (but u know mobile tumblr doesnt WORK so im sorry)

his secret identity. he keeps it secret really well, just because he's got a real good poker face and he also doesnt attack, like, places that can be traced back to him. (the exception is the DedSec hq, assuming in this au theyre the superheroes in parallel to him)

but the hq thing is covered by the fact that there ARE a lot of anti-dedsec people ANYWAY (bc there's always gotta be a few ppl who just hate the heroes). but also hacking is a commonplace thing nowadays and in the WD universe (and consequently this au), hacking is just... Insanely Huge? everyone and their mom seems to be a hacker, so if electronic fuckery happens, it's not GUARANTEED to be his fault ya know?

(also he has like... super enhanced intelligence as a ..power (see below) so like, it's not hard for him to come up w excuses or be tactical about when he does his Villainous Shit)

[ALSOOOOO -im writing this after ive written almost everything else sry- he doesn't like..... reveal he has powers. to the world, Dusan Nemec is just an incredibly good coder and he's just got a genius intellect. but his Villain flaunts his powers and takes pride in what he can do.

so it's like "Well, Dusan, do what that villain did" and Dusan sits down and like, painstakingly writes line after line of code to try and mimic the effects of his technopathy but he can't do everything technopathy can. so it's really hard to pin it on him. ppl still suspect though. they always suspect.]

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POWERSSSSSSSS. i was gonna save this for last but then i realized: his primary power is technology manipulation. the good guys with this power would be technopaths, but he LIKES the phrase 'technology manipulation' because Dusan likes to be able to manipulate things... people... technology... to do whatever he wants.

so like before he came into his power of technopathy, he was still really, really good with coding. he'd never admit to having hacked things before working w ctos, but he has. and then... [insert backstory here] and now he can bypass the need to code and just ... MAKE ctos respond to him. he can pull up any surveillance cam at will, he can access any file remotely (we will address this in the Super Suit section), he can hack the traffic lights, he can just... do anything.

and w his personality, THAT is what makes him a supervillain.

if you don't have ctos or blume devices in your house, he bypasses ALL of it and forces Blume and ctos software to install. hell, your sexy Samsung smart fridge? literally now it's just been forcefully turned into a Blume fridge. w his remote access he can just turn any phone he passes into a ctos phone. like only another technopath (DedSec - technopathy would be one of the biggest requirements to get into the core of DedSec) can prevent Dusan's abilities from infecting and destroying and essentially controlling their technology.

he also has slightly superpowered intellect. which i think is a stupid ability but also i'm giving it to him anyway cuz he's considered a genius within the wd universe. so why not throw in the fact that his mind itself, aside from technopathy, has been quite altered and has significantly more improved functioning than the rest of us.

and lastly he does have an Eidetic memory. which isn't rly a superpower by itself but in combination w superpowered intellect and technopathy makes it an asset to his power set, ya know?

he can and will remember exactly who has ctos installed, who doesnt, if he had to do it or if they were willing, etc.

and he definitely remembers every little tidbit he finds abt DedSec

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ok so since we've established he's a technopath now, and we know there are weird basement levels of Blume's HQ, at least 3 rooms are just HIS to use. like no one, not even another technopath, can access them. just bc he has Blume HQ fortified to the nines. i mean DedSec could probably TRY and maybe succeed at getting into Blume HQ itself but like, they won't get into his underground base.

like no one knows that three rooms off of the server rooms are even... there? he's got sexy hidden doors. like false servers?? where to the eye they look and glow and flicker like proper servers but they're secret doors. legit no one knows they EXIST much less how to GET TO THEM. his HQ is, like, solid af

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super suit. ok like the main thing is he has a helmet. like.... a fitted full head helmet w tinted tempered glass in the screen. it's all black on the outside, and like nice cushy fuckin memory foam on the inside (sleek and black too ofc) and the visor is also a computer. (remote access!)

his base outfit is a black fitted body suit that is also, like, technologically fitted?

i just want it to be glowy ok?? he also has it programmed so that when he uses his technopath abilities and channels them thru his hands, his finger tips light up bc he's just That Bitch.

in theory his helmet visor/screen could emote like Wrench's mask

over his body suit, he has like. ok bear with me but like. skinny black sweats? they're not super tight or super loose. they sit low on his hips and end mid calf. i love Dusan and i love his sweats ok. he wears them always i'm trash.

also he's stupid and has shoes build into his body suit basically? like they're really nice and have good support and they're just... part of the body suit.

no he does not wear anything over the top of his bodysuit. also obvs the body suit is like, from his chin to his toes, w long sleeves and gloves as well.

his glowy bits are like, sleet and soft grey.

it's gotta be weird cramming his dumb beard into his suit and helmet but he does it. for fashion and to give away as little as possible in regards to his identity.

oo also he has like a speaker in his helmet that works as a voice scrambler. so it's like. even harder to trace to him, and w his technopathy he can change the scrambler at will.

like deadass one time he attacks DedSec he makes his voice scrambler sound EXACTLY like Wrench and it's shaking.

he doesn’t have any visible logos, just cool tech-y lines down his sides, arms, and legs. probably his back too? by tech-y lines i mean the kind you see on microchips and stuff.

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ok let's talk abt weaknesses bc i rambled abt how GOOD his technopathy is.

but bc of his superior intellect, and just based on canon stuff, Dusan is... like the ULTIMATE stereotyped villain in that he just... loves to Monologue.

so it's easy to drop a virus into his system if you just keep him talking.

like say he's showin down w DedSec and he has all but Marcus tied up and he's gettin ready to kill Marcus but Marcus gets him monologuing so, like, Wrench can use his own technopathy to manipulate a virus into Dusan's suit.

the thing is, Dusan is aware 99% of the time. he's aware of his suit's system. he's aware of how his system connects back to Blume HQ and his private offices off the server room. he's aware 99% of the time of everything

but when Marcus fucking Holloway plays dumb as a box of rocks, Dusan Nemec canNOT help but mockingly explain things to him. and Marcus is used to ppl thinking lesser of him, so it's really easy to play it up until...

WELL, YA KNOW???

n Marcus fucking BOOKS IT to save DedSec while all sort of DS imagery is popping up on Dusan’s visor screen and Ode to Joy but, ya know, the DedSec version all loud and violent, is BLARING into his ears and he cant THINK and he’s scrambling and by the time he can get his brain to focus and force out the virus, DedSec is gone

(he never learns, either. but sometimes it’s Tchaikovsky’s 1812 Overture or some shit. it’s always a different violent crescendo of a classical song, ok? he never ever learns but he comes to DESPISE classical music.)

that’s like, his biggest weakness. he can’t help but, well, mansplain when he thinks he’s better than everyone in the room (which is always) and someone asks a stupid question. he’s such a jerk in canon, and this au/concept makes it worse bc he has like, veritable proof that his brain is more capable than others.

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and, for the grand finale of this answer, Dusan Nemec’s Super Villain name...

i have NO FUCKING CLUE. here are some options:

the Coder, the Hacker, MicroGhost??? bc he like... can come and go like a ghost??? microchip, fantasy name gen just gave me Incognito which is so stupid i love it??? idk give me suggestions.

tysm for the ASK. let’s get back on this DUSAN SHIT

[junker-town]

My 5 favorite moments as an NFL and college football player

The Chiefs traveled to the DC area for a snow game in 2013.

In this week’s mailbag, Geoff Schwartz takes a trip down memory lane before turning his attention to the NFL Combine.

It’s officially NFL Combine workout season, which means your favorite players either confirmed what scouts thought about them or ran slower and lost money. I covered the process of combine training and how it’s changed over the years. Before you read the mailbag, that piece is worth the eyes.

We’ll talk a little about the combine in this week’s mailbag, but first, I’m going to answer a question from my own career.

Do you have a question you’d like Geoff to answer next time? Hit him up on on Twitter or Instagram.

What was your all-time favorite moment playing football? — @itsmeyames

I’m not sure I have a definitive all-time favorite moment, but I have plenty that would qualify:

1. My first snow game

I grew up in Los Angeles watching all the November and December football games being played in the snow and dreamed about having that opportunity one day. It finally happened in 2013. We (the Chiefs) traveled to DC to play Washington. The field was covered in snow for the first half. We dominated them and won by four touchdowns. The second half was mostly sleet, which was miserable. But the combination of snow + the blowout win was amazing.

2. My first start

It came in Week 15 of the 2009 season on Sunday Night Football. We (the Panthers) were 5-8 and playing against a Vikings team with Brett Favre that was destined for the NFC Championship Game. The Vikings had an awesome defensive line with Jared Allen, the “Williams Wall” of both Kevin and Pat, and Ray Edwards.

It was a tough spot for me to get my first start. The coaches altered the gameplan a bit to give me more help and move the pocket some. I played well, we won, and it was a blast.

There are a couple things I remember most about that game. First, how tired I was. I was exhausted by the middle of the second quarter. All the emotions of starting for the first time can be overwhelming for anyone. Secondly, late in the game, we called a run play and I ended up on the ground face-to-face with our center, Ryan Kalil. We just hysterically laughed under the pile at each other. Such a cool memory.

3. The Odell catch game

It was my first start for the Giants in 2014, and we all know about the catch. But what I remember most was the buzz in the stadium. I’d never experienced anything like that electricity. Everyone in the stadium knew it was a special play, but I doubt we thought it would be life-changing for Odell Beckham, Jr.

4 and 5. Two loud moments in college

I’ve never experienced a louder stadium than Autzen in Eugene. It’s painfully loud at times, and two times from my Oregon career stand out.

We intercepted Mark Sanchez to beat USC in 2007. It was the end of USC’s reign and the beginning of Oregon’s run through the conference. It was a monumental moment in program history, and the noise in the stadium reflected that.

The previous year, we won after blocking Oklahoma’s game-winning field-goal attempt. I’ll never forget the noise that erupted from the stadium as I ran onto the field to celebrate.

Who’s your favorite player in the 2020 NFL Combine and why? — @EndweII

I’m not a draftnik. I do not spend all season watching college film to prepare for the draft. That’s a full-time job, and I have other gigs. I watch film for the Joe Moore Award, but for the most part, I’m watching Pac-12 film.

So instead of listing my favorite players, I’ll explain the purpose of the combine workouts, which get all the attention. Combine workouts let scouts double check what their eyes see on the film. Scouts and front office personnel have already watched every snap of these players. They have a good sense of how prospects will test. When a fast player runs fast, like Henry Ruggs III from Alabama, it confirms what the film shows.

If a player who looks “slower” on film runs fast, then scouts must return to the film to find out why that doesn’t show on film. Does that player have poor footwork? Is it more top-end speed and not a burst? The inverse is also true. If a player who appears fast on film runs slower at the combine, you need to rewatch the film to find out why that is. That is what the combine is for.

I always hear about how Prospect X is going to just throw on 20 pounds of good weight in the pros. Is this common? I feel like most guys I see are about the same size as they were in college. — @JDB_219

This is far more common in college, where players routinely enter a college strength program underdeveloped. Their bodies can undergo a rapid change, whether it’s up or down. When you get older, it’s tougher on the body to make these changes. Plus, you’re in a different type of strength program, one more about maintaining than heavy lifting in the NFL.

Of course there are players who need to gain a few or more commonly lose a few, but you don’t often see big weight swings unless players are switching positions.

[arabellaflynn]

I remember predicting when we moved into this place that I'd spend my bad days sitting in bed, staring out the window at Dorchester Bay. Right now I'm staring at where the bay would be, were it not for the intervening fog, but otherwise my guess seems to have been rather accurate. My left hip hurts. I'm not sure if it's something in the joint or in my lower back that's objecting, but it's doing so vociferously. It has the same peculiar electric quality as the moment you bash your funny bone, or bite down on tinfoil with a metal filling. It's not the dull throbbing red ache or the sharp stab of having actually injured myself; it's the pointless pain of a nerve that is holding a grudge over something, possibly something imaginary, and doesn't want to let go. It started before Arisia, but I had a show to do, so I ignored it until I noticed it was starting to make my gait go funny on stairs. Funny thing about neuropathic pain; even if it didn't begin with you actually injuring something, your body responds as if you had, by knotting the muscles around the sore spot in order to protect it. I wanted to put my foot sideways and tip my knee in so I could pull myself up stairs with my thigh rather than push from behind, even though that did nothing to change the way anything felt. Survival instincts are odd sometimes. In any case, walking cockeyed like that will eventually do real, tangible bad things to your knee. So I made myself locomote normally until I got home from work on Friday. I made sure I had nothing to do over the weekend. I think I had a peanut butter sandwich for dinner. And then for the next two and a half days, my meals consisted of tea and painkillers, because fuck me. Certain kinds of movement help, but shockingly enough, there is a limit to how much hula hooping I can do in one go. I don't know what it is, because I make myself stop at the end of the movie, but I assume this limit exists, especially when I'm getting most of my calories from instant Thai tea mix with "cream" (read: dried milk solids and non-dairy coffee creamer powder) and sugar (amazingly, real sugar). I've spent most of the rest of the time trying to pull my left knee over my right shoulder. Me being me, I am having an unreasonable amount of success at this, but can't get anything new to pop, so as soon as I let go it goes right back to hurting. People ask me, "How much does it hurt?" I don't know. More than 'ouchie' and less than 'I can't stand up'. The standard pain scale that runs from "happy face" to "crying frowny face" isn't very useful for chronic things. It's more good for acute pain of recent onset, where you can compare how much something hurts now to how much it didn't hurt before. If you were fine 48 hours ago and now you're doubled over and begging for a morphine smoothie, that's important diagnostic information. If it's hurt the same for a week and a half... maybe that's normal? Who knows? This is more useful. It ranks pain by how much it affects your ability to function, rather than how it 'feels'. This is something I can note intellectually even when my internal monologue is mainly reminders to smile at others, interspersed with a lot of free-floating, family-unfriendly words. I have a rule that says I am allowed to think whatever I want, as long as I behave like a civilized human being. I routinely do not notice how much something hurts until I realize that, while I've been physically negotiating the T like a normal member of the herd, I have been fantasizing about kidney-punching every. single. person. in front of me until the fucking crowd fucking moves fucking faster go just go what is the fucking matter with all of you JUST GO. According to that chart, I have learned how to compensate for up to about a 6.5. I don't know how seamless it is; I can't tell from inside, because it is an altered state of mind, and it's distracting when every other thought you have is ow fuck i want to go home. Probably if you knew me well you'd notice I wasn't the zippiest I've ever been, but for people who aren't accustomed to me and my big mouth, it would be undetectable. I hit 5 regularly, usually with musculoskeletal stuff that makes moving uncomfortable. I kept putting off a trip to the supermarket, because while walking down to the T stop would be moving and therefore better, exiting both the house and the station at the other end would involve stairs, and being on the train would mean sitting or standing still for a while, both of which made things much worse. I can do certain things up to about a 7, especially if nobody bugs me to take my hat or sunglasses off. (Those are usually either from migraines or eventually bring one on, so light is my mortal enemy.) I have to be given time to make a plan, and then allowed follow through on it without any interruptions or alterations. I don't have enough capacity to recalculate if something changes, or make any new decisions, however small. If you try to force me to do either of those things, I deadlock and fall apart. Being sick will also grind me down that far. I remember a time, years ago, when I had the honest-to-God flu, and a roommate who was trying to be nice asked me if I wanted her to leave the windows open or closed when she left for work. I hauled the blankets over my head and wailed at her not to make me responsible for the state of the windows. Around 8 is when I start bowing out of plans on the grounds that I am 'sick'. At that point I am not physically capable of giving a shit about consequences anymore, so I just send out cancellation messages and go to bed. You could set the house on fire around me and I'd just curl up tighter in bed and think 'huh. fire now. okay i guess'. A guy on reddit recently illustrated how depressed he'd been in the past with the story of how a guy with a gun jumped out at him one night and demanded his wallet, and he just said, "No." The mugger was very confused and eventually went away, but the point wasn't that he was stalwart or brave or fierce; it was just that was in such a state of shutdown that he had no feelings left one way or the other about being shot, and lacked the energy to be robbed properly. [I don't recall ever hitting 10, but I may have hit a 9 when I was five and broke my forearm. The part I do remember is that they kept giving me IM Demerol, and I kept telling them it wasn't doing anything. They finally topped me out and had to set the bone no matter what. I don't recall that specific chunk of the night, which is probably a thing my brain has done on purpose. I'm told I went dead white and nearly passed out. I definitely hit a 9 the time I cracked a molar and exposed a root, which was infected by the time I could afford to go to the dentist. It is the only time I have ever seriously considered banging my head against the floor until I passed out, because the initial bottle of Vicodin and the later bottle of Percocet did not work. I coped by sleeping as much as I could, titrating myself full of NSAIDs, and knocking back DXM until I was no longer aware of having teeth.] People also ask me why I keep doing stuff, if things hurt 'that much'. Firstly, define 'that much'. Nobody ever tells you when that is, or gives you any good criteria for deciding for yourself. If you're sitting down, it doesn't hurt 'that much' and you're a lazybones who should be working like everyone else. If you're still doing things, then it's your fault for not taking care of yourself by sitting down when it hurts 'that much'. I do it for the same reason I walked home last night festooned with four bags of groceries and two hula hoops, in sleet and wind gusts of up to 40mph: There isn't another option. I was at the T stop. I needed to be at home. So I walked. It was unpleasant. Lots of things are unpleasant. You learn very quickly that your feelings do not matter. The universe is a cold sociopathic kidnapper holding a gun to your head and telling you that you will do the thing or you don't get to survive. So you do the thing, and shut the fuck up about it before worse happens. If you're incapable of doing the thing, you might get mercy the first couple of times, but it's at the whim of your captor. Someday they're going to run out of whims. You trudge home in the sleet anyway, in case that that day isn't today. I hope that didn't sound inspirational. It wasn't meant to be. I am incredibly cranky right now, and that was meant to be an illustration of my current mood, and why I have given up and decided to just spend the day in bed crying. I do not do things while I am in pain because I am strong or courageous or whatever. Don't kid yourself. I do things under duress.  from Blogger http://ift.tt/2juazKg via IFTTT -------------------- Enjoy my writing? Consider becoming a Patron, subscribing via Kindle, or just toss a little something in my tip jar. Thanks!

[daviigilllfstorage-blog1]

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The 1 guy tent can be a beautiful issue. No matter whether it’s pitched in the back yard as a playhouse for the children or taken up into the hills for an overnight hiking/camping adventure it can supply a source of solitude for a single and playful exercise for one more. At the beach it can be the perfect area to alter outfits in privacy or just get in out of the sun or wind. A one particular man or woman tent is a good bit of gear to have on hand in several scenarios.

Buying a camp tent is as easy as stopping by your regional department retailer or sporting items outlet, nevertheless, the very best tents are normally located in specialty merchants that cater to critical outdoor sorts. Much better nevertheless, something you could perhaps want to know about one man tents (or any camping tents for that matter) can very easily be discovered on the web.

Tents have come to play an critical position in the globe right now and can be identified in each and every conceivable dimension and fashion to match just about any objective you can consider of. From the smallest tent employed for safety from the weather by a utility worker in a manhole to a huge tent made to hold thousands for a graduation ceremony or ‘tent revival’, tents give a great deal of use and perform.

Wedding tents, beach tents, shade tents, screen tents and safari tents are all variations on this well-used temporary kind shelter. Lately, with all the disasters occurring in the globe by way of floods, mudslides, wildfires, typhoons and even insurrections, tents have become an critical part of numerous peoples’ lives. Tent cities have sprung up to house displaced individuals and, at times, these temporary, moveable structures turn into these victim’s new long lasting residences. The one man tent is a bit little to fulfill a position in this situation.

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There are so numerous various things to think about when getting a tent. You want to contemplate all features and make sure you decide on a tent that is suited for you. It can be challenging to make a decision on a tent with all the various colors, attributes, and equipment to choose from. When getting a four guy tent there are a few issues in distinct you want to seem for.

When shopping for a 4 man tent, first consider what use you have for it. Do you prepare on going trailer tent camping or want to use it as a seaside tent? Depending on what you prepare to use it for, this will have a huge effect on which tent is right for you.

The material the tent is created of is crucial to think about. Canvas is a great selection because it is sturdy and can withstand dress in and tear. For tent materials, seem for robust fiberglass or aluminum alloy poles. These are powerful and can withstand the aspects. You have to figure these are the components that are always outside and have the rain, wind, snow and sleet coming down on them. The pre-shaped poles are greatest because you don’t have to push and pull on them so they tend to final longer.

Usually verify the seams on a tent before determining whether to purchase it. Consumers often overlook the much less observed locations like this but it is an crucial phase in the tent purchasing procedure. The seams are often the weakest spot of a tent, at least in the lesser quality tents. If the seams are weak you will probably have ripping or leaking of rain or snow through the tent. Appear for double stitching and material coating on the seams of a tent. This displays you the tent has strong seams and will be ready to hold up to the worst of weather.

Ultimately, there is the situation of price. It is ideal if you set out a price range for yourself beforehand, to give you something to operate with and aid narrow down the choice. Tents differ broadly in terms of cost so if you do not even have a general concept of what price tag range to store in, you will be misplaced.

These are all important factors to believe about when acquiring a tent. With these pointers in thoughts you can truly feel more cozy and know what to search for when purchasing for your tent.

The 1 man tent can be a gorgeous issue. Whether or not it’s pitched in the back yard as a playhouse for the children or taken up into the hills for an overnight hiking/camping adventure it can offer a source of solitude for 1 and playful action for one more. At the seaside it can be the ideal area to alter outfits in privacy or just get in out of the sun or wind. A a single man or woman tent is a wonderful bit of gear to have on hand in a lot of conditions.

Buying a camp tent is as easy as stopping by your local department store or sporting products outlet, nonetheless, the ideal tents are usually found in specialty stores that cater to severe outdoor kinds. Far better but, something you could probably want to know about one particular guy tents (or any camping tents for that matter) can simply be discovered on the web.

Tents have come to play an crucial part in the globe right now and can be identified in every conceivable size and type to match just about any purpose you can feel of. From the smallest tent utilised for safety from the climate by a utility worker in a manhole to a big tent developed to hold 1000’s for a graduation ceremony or ‘tent revival’, tents offer a great deal of use and function.

Wedding ceremony tents, beach tents, shade tents, display tents and safari tents are all variations on this well-used temporary sort shelter. Lately, with all the disasters occurring in the planet by way of floods, mudslides, wildfires, typhoons and even insurrections, tents have become an critical component of numerous peoples’ lives. Tent cities have sprung up to property displaced people and, occasionally, these short-term, transportable structures turn into these victim’s new everlasting homes. The 1 man tent is a bit small to fulfill a position in this situation.

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