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Been thinking a lot about where Kim would live pre-canon.

A tiny matchbox appartment in the Industrial Harbour.

So yeah, I wrote a ficlet. Slice of life / long ass description of a normal evening and Kim arriving home, making dinner, revising notes and doing Volta do Mar.

1200 words. Full text below the cut.

Midsummer night

The heavenly sound falls out as the motor carriage's engine comes to a stop. Inside the Precinct 57 garage, the Coupris Kineema stands out among the four other non-sports model MCs. Although different models, they all share the same blue paint and bear the corp's halogen white stripe across their side. The five of them also sleep there (guarded), to the Lieutenant's dislike. But he understands. Neither he nor his station can afford to be the object of street junior delinquency.

The Lieutenant steps out—end of the day.

He mutters a goodbye to the security guard and closes the Station's service door behind him. If it weren't for the white rectangular sign bearing the RCM initials and new motto ("Justice, Union, Prudence and Force"), this repurposed industrial warehouse could be mistaken for any of the similar buildings that surround it. The streets are wide and level, but the asphalt leaves almost no room for the sidewalk. He marches home late August evening, dodging vans, containers, and badly parked MCs trailers.

He makes a stop at a little green kiosk in the corner of an intersection, –"Evening, officer"– and buys the usual newspaper, and today too, a pack of 'Astras' (it is Friday). Back straight, steady voice, firm hands.

He finally arrives at his destined warehouse. Once housing an R&D department of the Feld-Electric company, its old-style brick atéliers have been repurposed into apartments.

Black mailboxes sit at the side of the main barred door. One of them, in the third row says: "Kim Kitsuragi". The Officer produces a key from a pocket in his aerostatic jacket's interior lining and unlocks the door. A long and narrow hallway extends before him, with storage rooms opening on either side. At the end of it, there is a not-too-dirty communal bathroom and a spiral metal staircase that leads to the upper floor. The Officer takes a quick detour to the communal bathroom, and his boots make a thump, thump noise as he comes up the stairs. He produces another key. This one is smaller and more intricate and unlocks a reinforced wooden door.

With a soft click he eases himself inside. The matchbook-sized room is orderly, bright, and well-kept. In just 6 by 2'5 meters, Kitsuragi's private life unfolds. Being a repurposed industrial atélier, the construction is sturdy: brick walls, exposed cables and plumbing, and hydraulic tiles floor, in the old-fashioned dideridada style. Opposite to the door, a grand paneled industrial window covers the entire wall, from floor to ceiling, where it bends and becomes a skylight.

Kitsuragi closes the door behind him and locks it. Two turns. Key left in the keyhole. Still on the doormat he takes off his uniform. Black heavy police boots, off. Orange aerostatic pilot jacket, off. Utility belt off. Under-arm holster and pistol off. Everything is neatly left on a shelf and some hooks beside the door.

Kitsuragi's bare feet make straight for the workbench on the left wall. On the shelf above it, is a Wowshi 12-Prefect two-way radio system for station calls. Long-cable headphones are firmly attached to the 4.5 mm port. The sound system is never used without the headphones, and the headphones never leave the room. He dones them, and the long chord follows him around the room. Kitsuragi presses the saved station button, and after a moment of static, he begins to hum half-consciously to the familiar sounds. The room is filled with ecstatic vibrations, totally translucent to the rest of the world.

He starts cooking dinner.

There is not a kitchen per se, but the original atélier's stainless steel sink and worktop, paired with a portable gas stove serves the purpose well. It also serves as a wash basin, in tandem with the mirror cabinet mounted to the wall next to it.

Rattling pots, a flame, boiling water. His foot taps along the beating pulses.

Kitsuragi leads a steaming plate of Samaran fast noodles to his wooden workbench (and only table) and sits in a rolling steel chair that probably came with the tenement. He sits crouched, one leg hugged and the other one hanging, headphones still on his head, although he has stopped the music. He is revising notes from his blue A6 Mnemonic, jotting down more nearly illegible lines, careful not to drop the spicy sauce on it. Filled (and yet to be filled) similar notebooks rest in boxes beside the table.

Above the workbench, a corkboard and some shelves. Pinned in the center, between other notes, is a map of Revachol West. Boroughs, streets, and motorways cut across the web of canals. It's up for display rather than reference. The 8/81 traverses Kim from the base of his column to the top of his skull.

On the shelves, Kim's quaint collection of hobbies: some Wirrâl dice, tiny franconigerian figurines, Jamrock Slam tabloids, some second-hand mechanical manuals, Jacob Irw's Tiptop Tournée racecar miniature, some sci-fci novellas… Most of these bric-à-bas are from the last few years when his higher lieutenant's salary allowed him some stability. With the raise also came a tiny black box that now sits in the corner, bearing a white halogen rectangle. Inside, a mémoire.

He lights an 'Astra Menthol', and absent-mindedly taps the ash onto a tray in between inhalings. The noodles grow cold as Kitsuragi writes and rewrites in his notebook. No crosswords for tonight. He doesn't mind, and his gaze certainly does not fall on the tiny black box.

Sometime later, when the Astra is consumed, the chair rolls back, and Kitsuragi stands and reignites the music. The multi-purpose pre-installed sink becomes the star of the room again. Dishes and then teeth. He does not have a personal shower (he uses the communal one in the morning), but fenilely takes advantage of his private faucet to wash off the usual dirt, sweat, and grime. Blood sometimes.

One last stretch and Kitsuragi sits legs-crossed on the steel-framed bed below the window. He takes off his glasses and headphones. No verres, no smokes, no music, no gloves. He settles down for Volta do Mar.

Y del trueno,

al son violento,

y del viento

al rebramar,

yo me duermo

sosegado

arrullado

por la mar.

(And from thunder, to the violent tone, and from the wind to the roar. I sleep, soothed, lulled, by the sea. )

It is an old boiadero song. Written by a man in the Plains who never saw the sea, now popular among entroponauts who long for the day they see the open sky again.

Outside the window, the summer sun is setting down in the Great Industrial Harbour, and the low rumble of cranes and lorries is slowly fading out. A shimmer in between two eternite rooftops: the sea. The sound of cargoships horns arriving at the port and the screeching of seagulls. Smoke rising from the chimneys fades into lazy clouds. High above, the sound of rotors and the beams of floodlights. Although Kim is not able to see the Coalition airships, he is acutely aware of their presence.

An empty pot on the windowsill. No flowers grow here anymore.

Kim's breathing steadies, his chest rising and falling as the sunlight recedes and the stars appear. Invisible, obscured by the helium streetlights. Next to him, a nightstand and two objects on top: a pair of hyperopia diamond-shaped glasses, and a single-shot Kiejl A9 Armistice. Loaded.

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Ways to practice eco-friendly living in your home

1. Reduce energy consumption:

- Install energy-efficient appliances and LED light bulbs.

- Turn off lights and unplug electronics when not in use.

- Use natural light as much as possible.

- Set your thermostat to a lower temperature in winter and higher in summer.

- Insulate your home properly to reduce heating and cooling needs.

2. Save water:

- Fix any leaks in faucets and toilets promptly.

- Install low-flow showerheads and faucets.

- Collect rainwater for watering plants.

- Only run the dishwasher and washing machine with full loads.

- Use a broom instead of a hose to clean outdoor spaces.

3. Practice waste reduction:

- Recycle paper, plastic, glass, and metal.

- Compost kitchen scraps and yard waste.

- Opt for reusable products instead of disposable ones (e.g., cloth napkins, rechargeable batteries).

- Avoid single-use plastics, such as plastic bags and water bottles.

- Use a reusable shopping bag.

4. Use eco-friendly cleaning products:

- Choose natural, non-toxic cleaning products or make your own using ingredients like vinegar, baking soda, and lemon juice.

- Avoid products containing harmful chemicals that can harm the environment and your health.

5. Grow your own food:

- Plant a garden to grow vegetables, fruits, and herbs.

- Use organic and natural fertilizers instead of synthetic ones.

- Compost food scraps to enrich the soil.

6. Opt for sustainable materials:

- Choose furniture made from sustainable materials like bamboo or reclaimed wood.

- Use eco-friendly flooring options like bamboo, cork, or reclaimed hardwood.

- Select paint and other finishes that have low or no volatile organic compounds (VOCs).

7. Reduce plastic waste in the kitchen:

- Use glass or stainless-steel containers for food storage instead of plastic.

- Replace plastic wrap with beeswax wraps or reusable silicone covers.

- Use refillable water bottles and avoid buying bottled water.

8. Conserve energy in the kitchen:

- Use energy-efficient appliances.

- Cook with lids on pots and pans to retain heat and reduce cooking time.

- Opt for smaller appliances like toaster ovens instead of full-sized ovens when possible.

9. Encourage sustainable transportation:

- Use public transportation, walk, or bike whenever possible.

- Carpool or arrange a car-sharing service with neighbors or colleagues.

- Transition to an electric or hybrid vehicle if feasible.

10. Educate and involve your family:

- Teach your family about the importance of eco-friendly practices and involve them in the decision-making process.

- Encourage everyone to adopt sustainable habits and lead by example.

- Discuss environmental issues and brainstorm new ideas for greener living.

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Between a Rock and Hard Place

It started out as playing with your cute adorable kitten, and somehow ended up as a very sweet treat for when Kyojuro got home and found you. (explicit, F!reader, 4,000 words)

You giggled as you chased the small kitten through the halls of your home. The little one wasn’t running very fast, but instead was going at a moderate speed as you walked briskly behind her. She kept looking back over her fuzzy little calico shoulder at you, bouncing slightly every time you made grabby hands.

You laughed softly, a part of you lamenting at the ends you’d reach to have fun while your fiance was out in the field working. Kyojuro had a habit of helping every single person he saw, so you weren’t expecting him back any time soon. Technically his mission was supposed to be coming to a close tomorrow, but on his way back, you knew he’d find people to help. That was just the man he was.

And oh how you loved that man more than anything else. The small calico kitten being something else he had saved on one of his assignments. He had brought her home to you, apologizing for the wait, but pulled her from his haori as a consolation gift. You had been so touched, and so enamored with the kitten that you didn’t scold your slayer at all, and had made a great dinner for him.

You giggled as you turned the corner, the kitten entering the storage room. He had shouted after every bite, inflating your ego and your heart. Kyojuro spoiled you too much, however, every time you tried to spoil him, he was always quick to turn it around on you once more. Everything he did, he did for others. You told him before he left to be just a bit more selfish. That nobody would be upset with him for wanting to do what he wanted for a change.

You stood in the doorway, the evening sun shining in from the high window. “I’ve got you now, miss kitty. Don’t even try to run!” Your hands were splayed out in a ridiculous gesture, as if the kitten was a massive tiger that could bowl you over. The small cat sat in the center of the room, watching you with her glowing eyes.

Smiling widely, you dove forward, just for her to dash backwards into the storage shelves. Cheering, you followed after her, thrilled in the last moments of the chase. Shouting, you followed her through the heavy boxes and steel containers sitting on the shelving unit. However, the lithe kitten twisted and turned, slinking just out of reach as you barreled through everything.

“Huh? Hey! Little kitty, come back here!” You stretched downwards, belly against the shelf as you strained to reach her. Your head wasn’t far from the wall, and the shelves were quite wide, therefore you found yourself in a rather embarrassing and precarious position. “Oh no… Hime… Please come back! You have to help mommy!”

Wiggling, feeling your toes just brushing the floor, and your hands nowhere near the floor in front of you, you whined. Going limp for a moment, you tried to figure out what to do. You could put your feet up on the shelves and try to pull yourself out… But that would result in the heavy shelf falling and toppling everything over. Plus, if your sweet bundle of fur was behind you, she could get hurt!

Huffing, you moved to your next plan. You could push against the wall and force yourself out that way… But that would result in the heavy shelf falling and toppling everything over. Growling slightly, you huffed again. Maybe you could grab a bottom rung, and drag yourself further into the shelf, then slinking out to the side?

Humming, you tried to grab one of the lower shelves, pulling slightly. Freezing, you held your breath as the shelf started to rock. Trying again, pulling gently, you deflated once more. Your hips were too wide to fit where your shoulders had just barely squeezed through. You could wiggle your shoulders around, but you couldn’t do the same with your hips, not really.

You whined aloud, kicking your feet and tapping your hands against some of the metal containers. “Hime!” You resorted to crying out for the cat, who was your only company for the next few days. You whined miserably, “Miss Hime! You have to come help mommy! She’s stuck!” You heaved another great sigh.

“I don’t want to knock this whole shelf over, kitty! You have to come give mommy your moral support so she can make a mess!” Sniffling, you kicked your legs, “And then give her the strength to clean it all up…” Ragdolling again, you let your arms and legs dangle. “Wish I had eaten before… At least then I could lay here for a while contemplating the mess that’s to come. But at this rate…”

Talking to yourself, you failed to notice the sounds coming from your home. Taking what you had said to heart, Kyojuro had decided to be selfish for once and rush home. He ignored little cats in trees, kids who wanted to play, and seniors who needed help carrying things up steps and into homes. No, he had prioritized his beloved fiance, choosing to come home early and be praised and cherished, rather than bringing another kitten and begging for forgiveness.

He crept in silently, choosing to announce his presence once he found you. He was intent in his decision to surprise you. Padding quietly through the hallways, he tilted his head, wondering why all was quiet. Surely you were somewhere, doing something. Perking up, he followed a soft scratching sound.

Walking around to the engawa, he slipped into the spacious living room from the outer door. There he found the small kitten the two of you had been raising for a couple months. You had nursed her back to health, giving her small amounts of milk from a small dropper every few hours. She was growing to be incredibly fluffy, and so you both had decided on the regal name of Hime.

He sighed softly, picking up the small cat and nuzzling her to his face. “Do you know where mommy is? I’ve been trying to sneak up on her, but I fear she may be doing the same thing. Can you guard my back while I search?” His words were just play of course, an incredibly experienced hashira such as himself would know if he were being stalked. And of course, the small princess-like kitten couldn’t protect him. However, the domestic sentiment warmed his heart all the same.

Putting the cat down, he sighed heavily, palm resting on his katana. Bright eyes methodically scoured the room. You couldn’t be far, the lived-in home looking very warm and inviting, slightly messy with care. You wouldn’t have left it cluttered if you had run out for errands, which means that you had to still be here. Perhaps you were napping somewhere unconventional.

Moving to exit the room, he slid the doors open, turning down the hall. However, quiet talking had him pausing in the hallway. A grin stretched across his full lips, he had found you! Silently walking towards your voice, he stopped outside the storage room door. Were you looking for ingredients to cook with? These goods were bulk household wares, surely not something you’d need.

As he focused on your voice, he could hear you singing small songs to yourself. Children’s rhymes, some prose that the older folks would recite, along with nonsensical words that you strung together. Eyebrows knit downwards, he decided to take a peek into the room. Clenching his jaw shut, he pursed his lips tightly together as he took in the sight.

There you were, squeezed between the heavy canisters and wooden boxes. You seemed positively stuck, your toes not quite reaching the floor, and knowing that your head must have been pressed against the wall. He covered his mouth, straining himself in being silent still. You kicked your legs, humming a tune and completely unaware of the powerful hashira behind you.

Suddenly, your voice picked up volume, and he grinned widely, “Hime! Mommy still needs you! She’s going to make quite the mess soon! Maybe you could go outside and find daddy!” You sighed heavily, deflated and flapping your limbs limply. “Daddy would help… He’d make sure I didn’t leave a mess…” You cried out, whining like a petulant child, “Kyojuro Rengoku! If you can hear me, then come home right this second!”

“Of course! Your wish is my command, my love!” Hands suddenly seized your hips and you screamed in earnest. Your fiance laughed boisterously behind you, hands warm and strong as they gripped you, “You called? I came as fast as I could!” Your body was still shaking, rattling in the shelving unit as your panic subsided.

“K-Kyo? You’re home? How long! Have you been watching me?” Your panicked voice had him laughing, his hands holding you still as you floundered. “Kyojuro! This isn’t funny! I’ve been here for hours! Probably! Help me!”

Your fiance merely cackled behind you, bowing slightly as tears gathered in the corner of his eyes. “I haven’t been here long, just long enough to hear you create your own songs.” You whined, kicking your legs. “Do not worry, my flame, I shall free you soon enough.”

You hummed, trying to turn before remembering how hopelessly stuck you were, “Soon? Are you going to get some h- Kyojuro!” His wandering hands cut you off easily, tossing up your kimono and feeling up your backside. “K-Kyojuro Rengoku! You dirty old man! W-What do you think you’re doing!”

Your cheeks were on fire, you were sure you could rival his own body temperature by now. He laughed smoothly behind you, his hands dipping down closer to your midsection and tugging harshly. You cried out, bracing yourself against the wobbling shelf. “Ah, you have to realize what a treat this is for me, correct? My beautiful fiance, stuck between a rock and a hard place, metaphorically of course. And her only hope is that her strong, adoring, hashira fiance comes home early enough to free her. But, of course, I find you like this, all for my viewing pleasure…”

Heated words trailed off as he stroked your thighs, one hand slipping between them and touching you softly. You whimpered, panting quietly in the growing darkness of the room. You had no doubt Kyojuro could see all of you, but you were stuck against the wall, nothing but shadows covering your sight.

“I come home early, after working tirelessly for days, slaying dangerous demons and rescuing countless innocent lives.” His hand rested heavily on your rear, the other hand slipping past your panties and stroking your cunt. “And all I’m looking forward to is a little bit of pampering from my soon to be wife… And here you are! Practically serving yourself up for me.” One finger slipped inside of you easily, and you moaned softly. “Another innocent soul, begging me for help. However… This particular little flame… Needs something a little more than a hashira’s katana. Don’t you think so?”

You writhed at his words, whimpering helplessly as he touched you. He curled his digit inside you, his other hand groping your ass roughly, “I asked you a question, firefly.” You yelped as he began to grind his hips into your bottom, a second finger stretching you out. Moaning loudly, you nodded, humming in assent.

Kyojuro licked his lips, “I can’t see you, my love. You need to use your words.” He stroked you softly, fingers slipping in and out of you in a gentle rhythm. “You’re not very wet, yet… Lying here in such a prone position and not a single thought in your head of how easily I could fuck you like this. Seems I am a bit dirty, that was the first thing on my mind seeing you bent over.”

“K-Kyo~” Your voice was music to his ears as he rocked his hips against you, his fingers moving a bit quicker. He could feel your tight cunt loosen up, getting wetter for him with every thrust of his fingers. “Kyojuro… Please… Touch me more.” Your cheeks were on fire, and you anchored your toes on the shelf, trying to back your ass closer to him, hoping he would pet your clit.

Kyojuro laughed behind you, joy in every touch he gave you. It was obvious he would help you if you asked, no more teasing if you really were in distress. But as soon as his hands touched you, you couldn’t care less what you were doing or where you were. “Kyojuro! I-I can take you, you’ll fit, please, I just need you inside me.”

Your straining voice had the flame hashira hot under the collar. Licking his lips, he moved his fingers quicker inside you, scissoring and stretching you out. You moaned at the feeling, your cunt squeezing him. “You can take me? I don’t think that’s true, firefly. But if you want me, then all you have to do is ask. What is it that’ll fit? I’m not a mind reader. In fact, I can’t even see that beautiful face of yours, you need to speak up so I can hear you loud and clear.”

You whined, hips wiggling. “Kyojuro! Please- ah!” Your whimpers were cut off as he bucked harshly against you, easily pressing his clothed swollen cock to your soft skin.

“I know you weren’t about to beg me mindlessly, my love. I know how shy you can be, but I also know how bold and filthy you can get. I want to hear what my dirty little fiance wants.” You whined helplessly, his fingers pumping into you.

“I- Kyo~ I want you inside me. I want you to rip my panties off and- ahh!” His hand picked up speed, other hand reaching around and pressing against your clit now. “Fuck!” Your legs kicked, and you could hear him beginning to pant behind you. “Want you inside! Want your cock inside me, please fuck me!” You cried out as his hands left you, wiggling in your spot and causing the shelving to shake. “Please! Please, please, please Kyojuro, I need you, I’ve missed you so much, I’m all yours, take me!”

Your pleads got stuck in your throat as you felt him yank your panties down and off your ankles, he also gripped your kimono and shoved it up closer to your body, and you knew you were bare from the waist down, bent over in front of him.

Putting your palms against the wall, you braced yourself as you heard him stripping behind you. The sound of him placing his nichirin sword against the wall, as all his heavy uniform layers dropped to the floor, and listening to him kick it all away. You whined loudly, “I want to see you… It’s not fair!”

Pouting, not unlike a child, you whined and wiggled backwards. However, the shelf was no longer moving as you did so. Peering upwards, you imagined he had it gripped in one strong hand. The obvious show of strength going directly to your cunt. Shuddering at the anticipation, you waited for your demon slayer to take you.

However, a few more moments passed. Wiggling more, you noticed the shelf didn’t budge, and you hadn’t heard him leave - which didn’t actually mean much on its own, Kyojuro was incredibly stealthy, not to mention quick as could be.

“Ky-Kyojuro? Did you leave?” You braced your feet against the shelf again, trying to tug yourself free before you felt a hand come down across your ass. “Ahh! Kyo!” You whimpered, the spank didn’t hurt, but had caught you by surprise.

“My apologies, my love. I was simply taking in your beautiful body. You’re simply too perfect for a man like me, I question how you trust me so implicitly as to give yourself to me while so prone.” His hand caressed your backside, and you heard him sigh behind you. “I’m sorry, I’m lost in my thoughts while you sit there patiently, waiting for me to make you feel good.”

He laughed softly, “Are you ready for me?” You nodded quickly, before realizing he couldn’t see you.

“Yes! Please take me, Kyo, please! I’m all for you, I love you.” Your words once again had him frozen. Smiling softly, his hand left the shelf, cradling your hips in his worn calloused hands.

“You’re too good to me, firefly. Tell me if I hurt you, I can’t imagine you’re comfortable like this.”

It was your turn to laugh, and as he guided his tip to your wet cunt, you grinned, “But it’s really hot though… I love being here, helpless, just waiting for my big strong hashira demon slayer to come save me,” You wiggled your hips, moaning as he slid in slowly, “Ahh~ but of course, I have to make it worth my fiance’s time~ How irresponsible, to get myself, ah! Stuck like this, so easy for the taking! H-How could you not indulge in me? Especially, mmmm~ after being away for so long.”

Your pleasured words had him throbbing, and he gripped the shelf tightly in one hand as he bottomed out in you. Panting, he let his head fall back, long hair tickling his neck and shoulders. His body shook as he kept himself from pounding you roughly. You hummed happily, satisfied and full, unaware of your hashira’s deteriorating self control. “Feels so good~ I love when you’re inside me. I’m all yours, Kyo~ I want you to take me, want you to have your way with me!”

Growling harshly behind you, Kyojuro pulled his hips back before slamming them back into you. Gasping, you moaned loudly. Anchoring his feet more firmly on the floor, he braced against the shelf and continued his slow but hard pace. Your body surged forward with every powerful thrust, his cock filling you to the brim, stretching you out completely before pulling back just to force its way back inside again.

“Ah! Ahh! Kyojuro! Fuck, ahh!~” Your moans echoed inside his head, empty except for the pleasure filling him. You had barely taken him, he could feel how tight you were around him, he should’ve prepped you more, but fuck- you were squeezing his cock so tightly.

Panting, he swallowed his mouthful of drool, before digging his nails into your hip. Listening to you shout at the sudden pain, he quickened his pace, hand still holding the shelf still. “Ahh! Kyo! Fuck! S-So big! Ahh!”

Groaning behind you, he grabbed the shelf with his other hand, pistoning his hips into yours as you braced your hands against the wall in front of you. With nowhere for your body to move to, you took every thrust of his hips with no give. His pace was hard and fast, his thick cock stretching you out as you felt yourself getting wetter around him.

You helplessly kicked your feet, moaning hotly as he pounded you from behind. He grit his teeth, “Fuck! Y-You did this on purpose, didn’t you, ahh! K-Knew I was coming back, and- fuck!” He knew his words were nonsense, how would you know he was coming back early? But he couldn’t think straight as your hot, wet cunt squeezed him, and he could feel himself approaching his climax soon.

“So-So good for me, waiting for me to get home, ah! Ass on display, letting me fuck you hard and fast, ahh! Fuck, fuck! I’m gonna cum, g-gonna pump you full, ahh!” His shoulders hunched forward, panting and drooling as he fucked you, moaning loudly. He was loud and passionate in everything he did, even when he was deep inside you.

“Please! Please! Ahh!” You couldn’t feel your thighs anymore, no doubt due to being shoved tight against the solid shelf and fucked roughly. “Cum inside! Inside me, I wanna feel you! Please, Kyo, please!”

You wished he was rubbing your clit, or slipping his fingers past your tight rim, anything extra to get you off with him. But you were also grateful he wasn’t, his hips were pounding you so hard you knew you’d be sore, and with any extra touches, you’d probably be a sobbing mess.

His panting got louder, and you could hear every choked moan as he sunk his cock inside you. “F-Fuck!” Hands once again grabbing your hips, you shouted as the shelf clattered and jerked back and forth as he railed you roughly. He shouted, shaft snug inside your tight wet cunt as he finished inside you.

Drooling, you couldn’t help but moan as he pumped you full, salacious sounds leaving you as his hips jerked and loaded you full of his cum. Behind you, Kyojuro gasped for breath, bracing his forearm on a shelf and leaning heavily forward. He distantly heard you squeak, not paying attention to how the entire shelf fell back against the wall, precariously balanced boxes shifting slightly.

The flame hashira blinked rapidly, coming back to his senses as he felt his cum leak around his cock, no doubt covering your thighs in a slick, hot mess. Slowly, he pulled himself out of you, hissing at the feeling of the brisk air and losing your vice grip on him. He watched as your body went limp, legs hanging there and watching as you breathed heavily.

Stretching out, he strained from the tips of his fingers down to his toes. Heaving a heavy sigh, he was back to all smiles and energy as his hands went to work freeing you. “My love! I’m going to reach towards you, and drag you out by your shoulders. I need you to wiggle until you’re free, alright?” You nodded, before shouting in agreement, and waited until you felt him.

Holding the shelves tightly, he reached forward, and dragged you towards him. You squirmed in his grip, body slick and sweaty from how well he fucked you, and soon you were popping out and falling down on your behind.

Finally right side up, you tilted your head up and grinned at Kyojuro. Squealing in delight, you wrapped your arms around one of his thick thighs, nuzzling him. “My hero! Thank you!” You loosened your grip as he knelt down to sit with you. Grabbing his cheeks, you peppered him in kisses, “I have no idea how long I’ve been stuck in there! It felt like days! Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

He laughed alongside you, dragging you up to sit in his lap, before falling backwards with you on his chest. You sighed happily, cuddling on top of his heated flushed chest. Rubbing your back, he hummed deep in his chest, smiling as you giggled. “Ah, I’ll have to be careful to treat you gently after this, I’m afraid I was a bit rough with you tonight.”

You licked your lips, kissing his chest and licking and sucking his nipples, listening as he sighed contently, you hummed. Popping off of him, you met his warm gaze, “You have all night and hopefully a couple more days to make it up to me.”

He grinned, hand tangling in your hair as you whimpered. “You’re right, my flame. I didn’t even have the decency to make you orgasm, I’ll be sure to devote myself to your pleasure for the rest of the time I’m home.”

He laughed as you balked, shaking your head rapidly, “N-No! Not just me! Kyojuro!” You whined as he easily got up, pulling you close to his chest. His devious eyes unblinking as he bit your bottom lip. You shuddered at the intense passion in his gaze, whimpering once more.

You let your love crazed fiance drag you away, knowing you’d be spoiled into overstimulation - until you were a crying shaking mess, covered in your mixed cum, and taking your lover’s cock more times than you could count.

You moaned at the thought, legs almost giving out before Kyojuro lifted you into his arms. Giving you a sweet kiss on your forehead, you couldn’t help but grin, feeling your heart swell at all the promises you knew he would deliver on in the coming days.

[tortoisebore]

okay hear me out remus and sirius at IKEA pretending every room is their house and pretend making food it’d be so chaotic

SO TRUEEEEE SO TRUE

omfg imagine

they go in the first time to grab a kitchen table after they move apartments bc the one sirius found on the side of the road two years ago finally broke during the move across the city. so their apartment is still full of boxes and they venture out early one morning and before they go in remus puts his hands on sirius’ shoulders and makes him look at him and he goes “we are here for ONE THING. we are here for a TABLE. nothing else.” and he makes sirius audibly confirm that yes, they are there for only a table and they’re going to get in and get out and that’s it, no dilly dallying. because he’s been to an ikea before but sirius hasn’t and he knows what’s about to happen so he assigns himself as their supervisor for the trip

but then six hours later they’re calling an uber XL to the front of the ikea and they’re standing there with a box that supposedly contains their new table and another one that contains a bookshelf and four of those big blue tarp ikea bags and two lamps and they’re both just standing there on the curb like ‘🧍……..,what the hell just happened’

so they set up their new place over the next few months and they make it all cozy and warm and sirius’ records are all over the living room and remus’ books have migrated from his new bookshelf in their bedroom and they’re taking over every corner of the place, like they’re practically sentient.

so one random weeknight they’re having takeout on the couch and sirius is looking around like 🧐 and he goes ‘u know…..,you could use another bookshelf.’ and remus is all ‘lmfao yeah, i know’ and sirius is like ‘………we could…..we could go to ikea………’ and remus goes ‘😐………………yes’

so then the next saturday they’re back and they’re having another pep talk outside and they’re both going ‘we’re here for a bookshelf we’re here for a bookshelf we’re here for a bookshelf’ and people are passing them and staring at them bc they’re chanting it louder and louder like they’re casting a fucking spell on the place

and they get inside and they do really really good for a while and they’ve almost made it to the storage section where they found remus’ first bookshelf last time when they stumble upon all these showrooms??? and they both stop in their tracks and they’re going 😧😦😲🤯😮😯 and then all hell breaks loose

they leave that time with four more tarp ikea bags of random shit, like a planter shaped like a marble statue even though they don’t have any plants, and a set of stainless steel mixing bowls even though they have absolutely no need for fucking mixing bowls, and a toothbrush holder (because the other week remus opened the drawer in their bathroom to see their toothbrushes touching and he had a meltdown about germs while sirius loudly explained that they very regularly have their mouths on every part of each other’s body) and two more bookshelves for remus and a vinyl organizer for sirius and a new little stand for his record player that’ll go nice next to the window in the living room

so they’re good on furniture for a while but now they go to ikea for entertainment purposes because the showroomssssssss

they’ll brainstorm a new backstory every time they go—sometimes they’re newlyweds looking to furnish their first home just outside the city, other times they’re roommates with extreme levels of sexual tension that haven’t admitted they’re in love with each other yet, and a couple of times they’ve roleplayed as a very picky and argumentative elderly couple that can’t agree on curtains

one saturday afternoon they’re in this living room setup with all these floor-to-ceiling dark gray glass cabinets and a sleek steel electric fireplace and a bunch of orange-tinted lamps. and sirius is lounging in the gray tweed chair in the corner and remus is opening the cabinets and testing the soft-shut hinges, and sirius goes ‘i don’t think your brother will like the couch.’ and remus doesn’t have a brother but he sighs all big and goes ‘it doesn’t matter if my brother likes the couch, sirius, it’s our couch.’ and sirius is all ‘yeah but i don’t want to hear all his yapping about structure and lumbar support and shit when they come for christmas—‘ and remus drags a hand down his face and he’s all ‘baby, can you at least pretend that you don’t hate him for two seconds while we get a fucking couch—“ and sirius stands up and huffs and stomps his foot and goes ‘it was never about the couch!!!! this is about you taking my side for once!!!!!’ and everyone in the vicinity is eavesdropping because this is some juicy relationship drama to be happening in the home section of this ikea right now

and another time they’re in this bedroom setup with a big light birch wood wardrobe covering the entire wall. and it lights up when you open the doors and there’s shelves for shoes and drawers and a fucking jewelry drawer?? in it and sirius is like ‘you need this in your room, remus.’ and remus goes ‘i do not. this would not even come close to fitting in my room,’ and sirius is all ‘it absolutely would, i know exactly how big your room is and this would fit great on the wall across from the window, you need more shit in there anyway, it’s sad and empty.’ and remus leans against the wardrobe door next to the one sirius has open and he’s all ‘how do you know what fits in my room, huh?’ and sirius blushes a bit and he backtracks and he’s all ‘no i mean i just think it would fit. like i think it would look good. our rooms are close to the same size and and and—‘ and remus is crossing his arms and getting up in his space going all ‘it is kind of empty, huh? maybe you should do something about that?’ and sirius is all ‘😳 like what….?’ and remus shrugs and goes ‘maybe i should just let you do it. put shit on the walls and all that. you know, make it nice.’ and sirius is shutting the doors and crossing his own arms and leaning against the wood to size him up and he goes ‘you want me to make your room nice for you?’ and remus goes ‘mhm yes yeah i do,’ and sirius is all ‘why don’t i just put a giant picture of me on your wall, that’d spruce the place up, right?’ and remus is biting his lip and going ‘mmmm that might not work actually, what if i bring someone home? what would they think?’ and sirius laughs really loud and rolls his eyes and goes ‘yeah rightttt you haven’t pulled anyone in months, remus—’ and then remus is crowding him up against the door and going ‘keeping tabs on me, huh?’ and then they’re getting chastised by security for making out in the fake ikea shower attached to the bedroom with the giant wardrobe

and one friday night when they don’t feel like going out they wander around the home section and fight about curtains. like sirius is all ‘i can’t watch my shows in the evening with the sun coming through that damn window remus, we need curtains.’ and remus is all ‘well fucking excuse me for enjoying some natural light every once in a while’ and they bicker about what color to choose for the rod because the beige matches the walls and will blend in nicely but the black matches the legs on their dining table chairs and eventually remus goes ‘holy fuck sirius just get the beige jesus christ it never ends—‘ and sirius scoffs and goes ‘all you do is complain, it’s like listening to a toddler—‘ and then they’re going home with and getting wine drunk on this pinot noir remus bought the other week and trying to hang up the pretty new sheers in the living room and sirius nearly cracks his skull open and has to be caught out of mid-air by a very tipsy and clumsy remus while trying to hang them up standing on a chair and they’re both laughing so hard they’re crying

sometimes they spend the whole trip in the fake kitchens pretending they’re at their vacation home in the south of france where sirius spent summers as a kid and sirius will bumble about the kitchen and send remus to the attached living room to finally fix that squeaky hinge on the tv stand. and they actually do quite a lot of shopping in the kitchens so they have to be careful about spending too much time in there, because sirius loves all the little gadgets and spice racks and electric can openers and display jars because ever since they got those mixing bowls he’s been dabbling in baking and their kitchen has gotten more action in the last six months than it probably ever has but remus always makes sure to stop by the grocery store and grab another bag of flour when sirius texts and asks for one, even when he’s had an annoying day and just wants to go home, because sirius likes to keep his hands busy and remus loves coming home and finding him making a giant sticky mess on the counters

they’re in this green kitchen one day and it has a big huge rack above the island for pots and pans to hang off of. and sirius breaks character and goes all starry eyed and remus immediately knows where this is going when he turns to him with big eyes and goes ‘look at it!!! 😲😲’ and remus is like ‘it is very cool but it’s like six hundred fucking—‘ and sirius is moving around the room looking at it from all angles like ‘oh but imagine how great it would look, we could put your stainless steel pans up there, they’d look so nice!!!’ and then remus is going to talk him down and immediately almost cracking his head on the corner of the giant rack. and he goes ‘look, see, i’m too tall for it, i’d break my head open the first week we had it in there—‘ and then sirius is pouting, shuffling up close and wrapping his arms around remus’ middle and looking up at him with his chin on his sternum and he’s the living embodiment of 🥺🥺🥺

so remus spends the next weekend supervising while sirius installs anchors in their ceiling and hangs the rack above the tiny island in their kitchen because he’s a saint and he’s too in love for his own good

[circumlocutive]

whats the biggest safety hazard you've committed in any lab?

This is a very funny question, and a little bit up to interpretation of the question?

For safety hazards I have personally been harmed by/exposed to, these come to mind:

1) exposure to silica/glass dust at my advanced manufacturing internship (sorry, not technically a lab) where I cut and laid up structures made of layered fiberglass and resins, we had a shop vac set up by the CNC machine drill bit to suck in the dust but yknow. It wasn't perfect. And I also had to clean out the shop vac during the internship. Permanent glass dust in the lungs is a bit spooky.

2) cutting myself on the (used) razor in the cryotome when I was sectioning rat brains for an internship in a translational medicine lab. Pretty gross because of the biological contact but the cut itself was small and tbh lab rat tissues are way cleaner than most food meats so maybe this one wasn't actually that bad.

3) exposure to solvent fumes/powderized toxic chemicals while setting up reactions or doing workups, or OH DEF WHILE MAKING SDS PAGE GELS. But like, one day I was rotovapping like, liters of DCM and methanol which are p carcinogenic. Rotovaps don't normally live in a fume hood, but the air flow in my lab is poor and the air is way too hot so stuff readily vaporizes and every time I swapped out the collection flask some stuff would drip onto the bench and go into the air. Water also kept condensing on the outside of the cold finger, and while I was swapping the flasks, it would freeze on the ball/socket joint and fuck with proper sealing. So during rotovapping some vapors continued to escape. Oh and in the biotech lab at my community college we had ethidium bromide like. fucking everywhere. But that's not actually as bad for you as people make it out to be (otherwise there would be a lot more dead undergrads in the world lol)

There were some scary hazards in theory- like discovering after we moved my current lab that there were a bunch of water reactives/pyrophorics/self reactive chemicals that were previously kept in the inert gas environment of the glove box and for about a month lived on the bench top, maybe parafilmed or in ziplock bags but otherwise fairly exposed, while we organized and sorted all the chemicals into proper storage locations. I've had some glass explode on me under pressure or crack under heat, but usually within a fume hood (and I have goggles on whenever I am in lab). I work with liquid nitrogen fairly often now and scare myself overfilling Dewars and getting it on my gloves.

In a NON lab setting, my dad and ex gf had a blacksmithing shed in the backyard. So, heat hazards, sharps hazards, gas hazards, etc. Some acids for etching damascus that were left out in unlabeled containers. I've burned myself grabbing steel I assumed was cold (because it was black), but was several hundreds of degrees. The WORST thing is we used to have a wooden support table underneath our home built forge. The forge was fairly well insulated but ig it ran too hot for too long one day and at night the table started smoldering. It caught fire, right next to a bunch of propane tanks. We wouldn't have noticed either if my friend sleeping over that night- he left to hookup with someone off of grindr in the parking lot next door, came back, and saw the fire when he came back in the apartment. Woke us up and we put it out lol. Replaced that fucker with a welded steel table after that.

And then my dad is a weapons manufacturer/engineer so I've grown up around tons of guns and explosives and leaded ammunition and blah blah blah. So I guess those were safety hazards too.

[writing-positivelyexisting]

Lessons To Learn

The Bad Batch. Hunter/Reader. (Modern AU). | writing-positivelyexisting🫧

chapter 1

Ch. 2. New School

The next morning, Omega woke up in Hunter's room, gently illuminated by the sun through the windows on either side of the bed. Her eyes scanned the room, seeing a large chest of drawers at the end of the room with a large mirror above it, the door to the rest of the house on the right of it. To her left, the door to the bathroom. On either side of the bed was a nightstand, the one on the right had a reading lamp with two heavy novels stacked on top of each other and the stand on the left was empty. Her luggage was placed neatly beside it.

Omega slipped out of the covers, the cold hardwood floors pricking her senses awake. She left the room, walking down the hall that led into the living room. She noticed the neatly folded blanket next to a propped up pillow then heard a cup being put down. 

“Mornin’.” Hunter smiled, rinsing his coffee mug in the kitchen sink.

She smiled, “G’morning.” She walked up to him and suddenly it became clear how eerily silent this house was. “Where’s… everyone else?”

“At the base.” He set the clean mug in the drying rack and leaned against the counter with crossed arms. “I’ll be here most times, taking care of you.”

Hunter moved off the counter, asking his sister if she was hungry. The girl followed and looked up into the cabinets, picking out a familiar cereal. Hunter poured her bowl and got her set up at the dining table, going to his bedroom for a quick shower.

Omega ate in content silence, observing the large open area of the house. The living, kitchen, and dining were next to each other, and the front door was down a small foyer to the left of the kitchen. There were two large couches that lined the walls of the living space with two ottomans for storage and a dark wood TV stand with a suspended flatscreen above it.

The kitchen cabinets were dark wood, too, with granite countertops. There was an electric stove with an attached oven, an overhead microwave, an island where the sink was, and a stainless steel fridge with a few magnets.

Omega, finished with her meal, took her bowl to the sink and took a look at the magnets on the fridge. Two were from different states, the other four were plain solid colors. One of the solid color magnets was holding a photo. It was her brothers when they were younger, all gathered around a bassinet with a baby girl smiling inside.

“Omega?”

She turned and pointed at the photo with her thumb. “Is that me?”

Hunter nodded, coming over to see the photo. “Sure is. Fourteen years ago. This was before we graduated high school.” 

“Sometimes I thought you guys had forgotten about me when you didn’t come to visit for a long time.” 

Hunter bopped her head lightly with a closed fist. “You’re nuts. We never forgot. Now, come on, let’s get your room all set up.”

Omega chuckled, running to get her luggage from his bedroom. Hunter shook his head with a smile, heading down the hall to her new bedroom. 

This is how the days preceding the school tour went. Breakfast, room setup, work or an afternoon out of the house, lunch, more work, then dinner when everyone was home. 

When the day of the school tour came around, Omega woke up early. Her excitement was hard to contain. It was a miracle she even fell asleep. Her early arrival to the kitchen surprised everyone, her brothers just barely heading off to the base. 

“Good morning, guys.” She had a big smile as she marched her way through Wrecker and Crosshair, going for the cereal. 

A cacophony of morning greetings responded, watching her make breakfast. Tech pushed his glasses up his nose and noted, “You’re not normally up this early.” 

“Nope!” She took her bowl of cereal to the table. “But, Hunter is taking me to tour a new school and I’m excited.” 

Said man hummed, agreeing while sipping his coffee. “It’s not till the afternoon, kid.” 

“Ah, let her be excited! I remember when you would wake up early for school at the beginning of each year,” Wrecker laughed. 

Hunter rolled his eyes and pushed the topic away, “You guys better get going. I’ll see you tonight.” 

Each brother bid their siblings goodbye, save for Crosshair who waved. Hunter went to sit with Omega, sipping his coffee and working on his files on his laptop. 

“Did you really wake up early for school?”

Hunter looked over at Omega and nodded. “I liked it, even if making friends was damn near impossible.” 

“Why was that?”

“Five brothers. Quintuplets at that. We had each other and that was enough for us.”

The rest of the morning, Hunter took Omega school shopping for some light supplies. Notebooks, pencil case, overpriced cute stationery that Hunter couldn’t fathom spending more than a dollar on. Why were the pretty color pens with a black bunny on each one sold individually? And at eight bucks a piece? Omega argued that it was the new ‘in’ thing and if you didn’t have cute stationery you were looked down on. Why would anyone judge a person based on the pens they use? Hunter couldn’t tell you. Being a senior girl in junior high was tough, he guessed. 

Hunter and Omega pulled into the school’s parking lot once noon hit the clock. She jumped out of the truck with a pep in her step, walking in front of her brother who could only smile. 

As they walked through the doors and told the receptionist about their scheduled tour, Hunter told Omega, “Remember kid, we’re just checking the school out. We are going to look at other options.” 

“I know, I can still be excited.” 

He sighed through his nose, “Just… don’t get your hopes up.” 

In the next moment, you walked in with a smile. “Hunter and… Omega, right?” 

The man stood up and shook your hand, “Yes, and you must be?”

“YN. I’m the eighth grade science teacher and I’ll be giving you the school tour.”

Hunter nodded, somehow feeling stiff in his clothes. He wasn’t sure what he expected of the person giving the tour but he was taken aback by you. You wore simple flared and striped slacks with a KISS band t-shirt tucked in. Your hair was simple and so was your makeup. Yet, Hunter couldn’t help but feel nervous – like a supermodel was in front of him. 

You led them out into the hall and took them around the school in order of: gymnasium, music hall, technology hall, theatrics and cafeteria, media center, and down the respective grade halls. Through this whole tour, explaining what normal curriculums take place in each place, Omega never ceased to be fascinated and ask questions. You loved and thrived in the curiosity of children, happily answering her questions and agreeing with her little jokes. 

The man, Hunter , seemed reserved. His questions were basic but standard, and you answered him with the same enthusiasm. His face tattoo did throw you for a loop when you walked into the office but seeing his dog tags helped you to connect the dots. His army ring on his hand helped, too. 

Bringing them around to your room, you winced at the sight of your desk.

“Oh, gosh. Don’t mind the desk,” you dryly laughed and got Hunter to chuckle. 

“Your desk is nothing near mine.”

You smiled, taking his sympathy with a little heart. “Here, we do plenty of labs and under special circumstances we take field trips to nature centers for more hands-on experiences.” 

Omega looked at you with a wide smile, “Will we do dissections?”

“Yes, we do have a small lab where we dissect a number of small animals and all sorts of plants.” 

The blonde girl celebrated a silent victory before her eyes caught your small collection of fossils and replica bone structures at the back of the classroom. The smile you wore dimmed, watching her explore your room. 

“What kind of girl is Omega,” you quietly asked, leaning toward Hunter so he could hear. 

His eyes glanced at you then at his sister. “She’s bright. Strong too.” He chuckled then. “Has to be, she’s the only girl with five brothers.”

Your eyes grew wide and you took a sharp inhale. “Holy shit – sorry – I mean,” Hunter laughed, “Don’t worry about it. It’s a scary number.” 

You laughed, too, feeling the blood rush to your face. His laugh was deep and sounded so smooth. “I don’t think I could raise that many, so kudos to you.” 

“Oh, no, I’m not her father. I’m her brother,” he clarified with a surprised face. 

Yet another embarrassed laugh escaped out of you and you apologized, saying that maybe you should stop talking before thinking. Hunter disagreed, saying it’s good to laugh. He then went on to explain a little more about the family, saying she was the youngest and that he’s part of a quintuple. The surprises this man had were amazing. 

When you finished the tour by bringing them back to the front office, you bid your goodbyes and left them with a protocol-but-genuine, “I hope to see you at the beginning of the year!” 

Hunter shook your hand one last time, only realizing then how soft your skin was against his, and smiled when you waved goodbye. He stared a little longer and Omega nudged his side. He looked at her and jerked his head up, giving her his attention. 

“Well?” Omega smiled, eyebrows raised hopefully. 

“What?”

Omega rolled her eyes. “What do you think about this school?”

Hunter put on a thinking face, looking back in the direction you walked away to then back to his sister. “It’s a good school. I could work something out with the boys, drop off and pick up…” His eyes closed for only a few seconds, crossing his arms in thought before opening them again. “Yeah, this school will work.” 

Omega jumped and shouted, excited to be going to the school she fell in love with. Hunter chuckled, watching her jump around and air-punching randomly. He was basking in her zeal while feeling excited himself. Having her going here would mean he would see you more and that left a buzzing feeling in his chest.

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chapter 3

[yatescountyhistorycenter]

The lost village street of Penn Yan

By Jonathan Monfiletto

From the site of a planing mill that produced grape baskets, caskets, and furniture to a short existence as an even shorter Penn Yan village street to a private driveway for a private residence – in a nutshell, that is the story of Hopkins Place.

You probably wouldn’t know it now by looking at the Penn Yan Public Library building, but once upon a time there was a street on the south side of the library – created when the library was built in 1905 – from which sprang a lively neighborhood in the first half of the 20th century. Before the library’s construction, though, the site was not any less lively, as it was the location of the Hopkins brothers’ works.

Elisha G. Hopkins was born in Whitestown, Oneida County, but came to Penn Yan as an adult and established his business along Main Street in 1828 on a parcel near the intersection with Chapel Street. The factory started out manufacturing cabinets and chairs and later produced grape baskets and then caskets for the Hopkins undertaking business.

Hopkins’ sons, Fletcher and Edward, succeeded their father at the helm of the business in 1868, just three years before Elisha died. At age 78, the elder Hopkins apparently died while working at the planing mill in 1871. In 1884, the brothers removed the old shop their father built and erected a new office and warehouse for the undertaking business, with the planing mill and lumber storage at the back of the shop.

Indeed, the 1886 Sanborn map of Penn Yan labels the parcel as the “Hopkins Bro’s Coffin Fac.” and depicts a frame building labeled “undertaker” on Main Street with a larger wooden building – labeled as containing woodworking on the first floor and storage on the second floor, with a stone addition – behind it. A frame dwelling adjacent to the undertaking building on the south side was the home of Elisha Hopkins’ widow until her death in 1894.

Edward Hopkins tore down the home in 1900 and replaced it with the current home, presently addressed as 210 Main Street. In 1903, the undertaking business was sold to the Corcoran brothers, and the planing mill was torn down. In 1904, the site of the undertaking building was chosen as the location for the public library – which steel magnate Andrew Carnegie had agreed to finance the year before – as the community banded together purchase the property and donate it for the library.

During the library’s construction, the undertaking building was moved to the rear of the property and renovated into a home that became addressed as 5 Hopkins Place. Two more homes were built behind the library to create a neighborhood on a street called Hopkins Place. The 1909 Sanborn map of Penn Yan shows the three homes behind the library but not the street; the 1922 Sanborn map appears to be the first to depict Hopkins Place.

All in a line behind the library, the homes were initially addressed as 1, 2, and 3 Hopkins Place, but later the addressed were changed to all odd numbers so the homes became 1, 3, and 5 Hopkins Place. All that remained of the Hopkins brothers’ property was a carpenter shop and a carriage house, but those were torn down in the 1930s to make room for a three-car garage at No. 5.

With the public library opened in 1905, the first newspaper reference to Hopkins Place as a village street comes from the Penn Yan Express of April 22, 1914 with a notice of a meeting of the Flower Committee of Penn Yan First Baptist Church at Mrs. Milton Rapalee’s home on Hopkins Place. The following year, the Loyalty Class of Penn Yan Presbyterian Church held its social and business meeting at Mrs. Clarence Messenger’s home on Hopkins Place. Another time, later in 1915, the Loyalty Class met at Mrs. William Snyder’s home, also on Hopkins Place; yet another time, in 1920, the Loyalty Class gathered on Hopkins Place at the home of Mrs. Titus.

Later on in the 1920s, Mrs. Lucy Price hosted a gathering of the Foreign Missionary Society of Penn Yan Methodist Episcopal Church at her home on Hopkins Place. Mrs. Price hosted several more meetings of the Foreign Missionary Society over the years, and meetings of the Dickens Club also took place in her home. The social and personal sections of the newspapers are sprinkled with references to the happenings on Hopkins Place – who was eating dinner with whom, who was going where on vacation, who was moving to and from the street, and other comings and goings of the people.

In a roundup of the village Christmas decorations in The Chronicle-Express of December 26, 1929, Hopkins Places was highlighted as “among the shorter thoroughfares which are gaily attired for the holidays.” The Dickens Club and the Foreign Missionary Society continued to meet at Mrs. Price’s house during the 1930s, and the Ladies Aid Society from the Methodist Episcopal Church met at Miss Ada Smith’s home on Hopkins Place in 1936.

In the 1940s, two sons from Hopkins Place went overseas for military service during World War II. In February 1940 – before America officially entered the war – 20-year-old Harold Jensen sailed to Hawaii aboard the USS Republic to be stationed at Hickam Field with the Army Air Corps. December 1940 found Fred Goundrey at Fort Jackson in Columbia, South Carolina with the Army. Jensen was a witness to the Japanese attack on the Pearl Harbor naval base near Hickam Field. Meanwhile, Goundrey, 28 years old, was killed in action in France on July 17, 1944. 1959, another Hopkins Place resident and fellow service member, Barbara Hoose, joined the Women’s Army Corps.

In 1971, the Penn Yan Pubic Library purchased the homes behind its building in order to demolish them and install a parking lot. At that point, Hopkins Place changed from a residential street to an entryway to the library. In December 1974, the Penn Yan village board announced a public hearing set for the following month to consider discontinuing maintenance on Hopkins Place, which had never been officially dedicated to the village. The library board, however, asked the village to continue maintaining the street since village residents use it to access the library. In April 1975, the library conveyed a strip of its property to the village so the village could widen the street and maintain it.

According to The Chronicle-Express of February 1, 1989, the village board once again set a public hearing to consider discontinuing Hopkins Place, calling it “a village-owned street that is no longer in use” and in fact was blocked off by two adjoining property owners. The village board appears to have succeeded in discontinuing Hopkins Place this time around, as this is the last mention of Hopkins Place in the newspapers and Hopkins Place is no longer a village street nowadays. What once was a village street is now the driveway for the home next door to the library on its south side, where the Hopkins family once lived.

[addierose444]

My Kitchen Essentials 

One of my favorite things about having my own apartment has been having my own kitchen. Furnishing the rest of my apartment was an expensive and sort of stressful process. The kitchen however has been a lot more fun because I inherently find kitchen gear more interesting and had enough of the basics to get started without breaking the bank. Because I keep my meals simple and only work with ingredients that I enjoy, I genuinely love cooking for myself. I shared my peanut butter overnight oats and tofu rice bowl recipes in a post about Sunday meal prep a few months ago, but am hoping to share more of my go-to meals in a proper recipe format. 

The core essentials that I brought from home include a 10-inch cast iron pan, a 1.5-quart stainless steel pot, a small wooden cutting board, a pairing knife, a chef's knife, and a pair of scissors. I also brought a basic set of dry measuring cups (¼ cup, ⅓ cup, and ½ cup) and measuring spoons. While I haven’t done any baking here and don’t follow recipes when cooking for myself, the measuring cups have been really useful for cooking various grains. A few items that I brought but haven’t used include a lemon juicer, a garlic press, and a silicone pastry brush. As for non-cooking kitchen basics, I was fortunate enough to be handed down a set of both dishes and silverware and to be gifted a nice wooden salad bowl. I also brought a utensil crock, a mini teapot, two mugs, two glasses, and a few food storage containers from home. 

To further round out my setup, I picked up a sieve (which I use for rinsing rice), half and quarter-rimmed sheet pans (which I currently primarily use for baking tofu and green beans for my rice bowls), a wooden spatula, and a potholder. I love cheese, so a personal essential of mine is a grater. I use it to grate cheddar for my cheesy polenta (which I serve with chicken apple sausage and peppers), pecorino romano for carbonara, and parmesan for Caesar salads among other things. I may eventually add a box grater to my setup, but have thus far been happy with this paddle-style grater that I picked up on my first full day in Washington State. Another item that I bought immediately, but have not personally used is a pair of kitchen tongs. (They did come in handy though for a work picnic). While I don’t regret the purchase per se, this just goes to show the true value of starting with the bare minimum and slowly building out your setup as you discover the limitations through experience. Other kitchen essentials that I picked up but that aren’t directly used for cooking include an airtight container for my rice, a glass food storage container for my lunch, a dish drying mat, sponges, and dish soap. 

It’s not essential, but one fun recent addition to my kitchen is the rice cooker I got for Christmas. The resulting rice is notably better than my stovetop rice, but I will note that it doesn’t exactly save time as the rice is supposed to soak for 30 minutes, cook for 15, and steam for another 15. Another important note is that the measuring cup that comes with the cooker is only about ¾ cup. Thus, when I made my first batch of rice I was a bit thrown off and only had enough rice for three rice bowls instead of my usual four. I made a double batch the second time around which allowed me to create five rice bowls instead. 

While I’m not set up for baking or cooking for a crowd, I truly do have all that I need to cook for myself. Nonetheless, I’m excited to continue building out my kitchen! A few items that I’m considering adding at some point in the future include a kitchen scale, a larger pot, a mixing bowl, a meat thermometer, an immersion blender, and an ice cream maker. We’ll see though because I’m not yet convinced that these items would get regular enough use to justify the cost and space they’d take up in my small kitchen. 

[nourishandthrive]

Eco-Friendly Swaps for a Greener Home

Creating a greener home doesn’t require a complete overhaul. Small, eco-friendly swaps can make a significant impact on reducing your environmental footprint. Here are some simple yet effective swaps to help you live more sustainably at home.

Reusable Shopping Bags

Replace single-use plastic bags with reusable cloth or canvas bags.

Benefit: Reduces plastic waste and the environmental impact of producing disposable bags.

Eco-Friendly Cleaning Products

Use natural, non-toxic cleaning products instead of conventional chemical cleaners.

Benefit: Safer for your health and the environment, reduces chemical runoff.

Energy-Efficient Light Bulbs

Replace incandescent bulbs with LED or CFL bulbs.

Benefit: Uses less energy, lasts longer, and reduces your electricity bill.

Reusable Water Bottles

Ditch single-use plastic water bottles for reusable stainless steel or glass bottles.

Benefit: Reduces plastic waste and saves money in the long run.

Cloth Towels and Napkins

Use cloth towels and napkins instead of paper versions.

Benefit: Cuts down on paper waste and is more cost-effective over time.

Compostable or Bamboo Toothbrushes

Replace plastic toothbrushes with compostable or bamboo ones.

Benefit: Reduces plastic waste and is biodegradable.

Reusable Food Storage

Use glass containers, beeswax wraps, or silicone bags instead of plastic wrap and disposable bags.

Benefit: Reduces single-use plastic waste and keeps food fresher longer.

Eco-Friendly Laundry Practices

Use a drying rack or clothesline instead of a dryer, and switch to eco-friendly laundry detergents.

Benefit: Saves energy, reduces carbon footprint, and is gentler on clothes and the environment.

Low-Flow Showerheads and Faucets

Install low-flow showerheads and faucet aerators.

Benefit: Conserves water and reduces utility bills without sacrificing performance.

Reusable Coffee Cups

Use a reusable coffee cup instead of disposable cups.

Benefit: Reduces waste from disposable cups and often earns discounts at coffee shops.

Second-Hand or Sustainable Furniture

Buy second-hand or sustainably made furniture instead of new, mass-produced pieces.

Benefit: Reduces demand for new resources and supports a circular economy.

Smart Thermostats

Install a smart thermostat to better control your home’s heating and cooling.

Benefit: Increases energy efficiency, reduces utility bills, and can be programmed for optimal usage.

Houseplants for Air Quality

Add houseplants to improve air quality instead of using electric air purifiers.

Benefit: Natural way to purify the air and add aesthetic value to your home.

Biodegradable Trash Bags

Use biodegradable or compostable trash bags instead of regular plastic ones.

Benefit: Reduces plastic waste in landfills and is more environmentally friendly.

Eco-Friendly Personal Care Products

Choose personal care products with natural ingredients and minimal packaging.

Benefit: Reduces chemical exposure and plastic waste.

Key Takeaways

Start Small: You don’t need to make all the changes at once. Start with a few swaps and gradually incorporate more.

Invest Wisely: Some eco-friendly products may have a higher upfront cost but save money in the long run.

Educate and Inspire: Share your eco-friendly practices with others to encourage a broader impact.

Final Thoughts

Transitioning to a greener home is a journey that starts with small, manageable changes. These eco-friendly swaps not only benefit the environment but also promote a healthier, more sustainable lifestyle.

Share your favorite eco-friendly swaps and tips in the comments below! Let’s work together to create a greener future.

[design-ideas]

Sustainability in Home Decor: Tips and Tricks from an Interior Designer

As an interior designer, I am constantly thinking about how to create beautiful, functional spaces for my clients while also being mindful of the impact our choices have on the environment. Sustainability in home decor is more important than ever, and there are many ways to incorporate eco-friendly practices into your home design. Here are a few tips and tricks to get you started:

Choose sustainable materials When selecting materials for your home, look for options that are made from recycled or sustainable materials. This can include furniture made from recycled plastic, flooring made from bamboo or cork, and countertops made from recycled glass.

Opt for eco-conscious brands Support brands that are committed to sustainability and eco-friendliness. Look for companies that use recycled materials, donate to environmental causes, or have a commitment to sustainability in their manufacturing processes.

Incorporate plants Plants not only add a touch of greenery to your home, but they can also purify the air and improve your mood. Choose plants that are native to your region and easy to care for to minimize your environmental impact.

Use energy-efficient appliances Energy-efficient appliances can save you money on your energy bills and reduce your carbon footprint. Look for appliances with Energy Star certification or other energy-efficient ratings.

Practice zero waste Reduce your waste by choosing reusable items, such as fabric grocery bags, glass storage containers, and stainless steel water bottles. You can also look for home decor items made from recycled materials or that can be repurposed when you're ready to update your space.

By incorporating these sustainable practices into your home decor, you can create a beautiful, functional space while also minimizing your impact on the environment. Happy decorating!

[weratebeanz]

[ #WeRate ] Cat Dancer Interactive Cat Toy - Fun and Fitness for Your Furry Friend

As a household with multiple cats, we’re always on the lookout for toys that can keep our furry friends entertained, active, and, most importantly, happy.

One toy that has quickly become a favorite in our home is the Cat Dancer Interactive Cat Toy. We’ve found ourselves buying it over and over again because our cats absolutely LOVE it.

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What is the Cat Dancer Interactive Cat Toy?

The Cat Dancer is an incredibly straightforward toy. It consists of a paper roll attached to 30 inches of flexible spring steel wire. It might not sound like much, but the genius lies in its simplicity.

The wire’s flexibility makes the toy bounce and move unpredictably, mimicking the erratic movements of prey and driving our cats wild with excitement.

Why Our Cats Love It

Our cats go crazy for the Cat Dancer. The unpredictable movement of the wire is key; it’s impossible to predict how it will move, and that’s what makes it so engaging for our pets.

Every twist and bounce catches their attention, and they pounce, chase, and leap after it with unbridled enthusiasm.

In fact, our cats love it so much that they tend to shred the cardboard-like ends within a couple of weeks of intense play, which is why we keep buying them.

We’re happy to do so, though, because it keeps them entertained and active—two things that are essential for a happy, healthy cat.

Benefits Beyond Playtime

One of our most significant benefits is that a few minutes of play with the Cat Dancer leaves our cats ready for a nap.

It’s the perfect way to help them burn off energy, especially if you play with them in the morning before starting your day and in the evening before bed.

This helps them stay calm and less likely to zoom around the house like tiny freight trains with golf spikes on their paws (if you know, you know!).

It provides physical exercise and mental stimulation, keeping cats sharp and engaged.

Super Affordable and Travel-Friendly

Another huge plus is how affordable this toy is. You get all this fun and fitness for just a few dollars, making it a great value. And when it comes to storage and travel, the Cat Dancer shines again. It rolls down into a small circle, making it easy to stuff into a purse or travel bag.

We keep ours in a dedicated pet tote bag along with a pet first aid kit and bug-out supplies for our pets. Whether you’re going on a trip or just want to keep your home clutter-free, this toy is super easy to store.

Final Thoughts

If you’re looking for an affordable, engaging, and easy-to-use toy that your cats will love, the Cat Dancer Interactive Cat Toy is a fantastic choice. It keeps our cats active, entertained, and happy, and it’s become a staple in our home.

Just be prepared to buy replacements often, because your cats are going to love it so much they’ll shred those ends in no time!

Rating: ★★★★★

[awlimagines]

Fact and Friction: Chapter One

She lost both her parents a little over a week ago. Her mother’s death was something she didn’t prepare for despite watching her health decline gradually for years. It felt like her mother would always be there butting heads with Pony. Her father’s death was an unwelcome surprise found in a letter of her mother’s from months ago. Pony never knew the man but couldn’t help but regret the missed opportunity. It was an impulsive desire to escape being alone when she mailed Takakura about coming to the farm. 

“So… You’re Pony, huh?”

Pony offered an awkward smile as Takakura spoke about her father so fondly. She felt this might have been a mistake. The gravel crunched beneath her new boots. Her chest rose as she inhaled the crisp morning air to calm her nerves. The city was her first home alone, separated from her mother’s side. The tall, steel buildings were colder than the winter. Pony struggled to find a connection with the residents who lived quick-paced lives. She worried about suffering the same fate in Forget-Me-Not Valley. At least the city had thousands of people, offering an excuse for the difficulty in finding friends. She couldn’t help but notice how small this village was as she followed behind Takakura. Everyone would know if she couldn’t make a single friend here. 

“Alright, this is it,” Takakura’s introduced the farm. She paused alongside him at a white picket fence. “This is the land your old man and I found. The buildings are run down, sure, but you can still use ‘em. Soil’s fertile enough to grow crops on, too.” 

“Ah, I see,” Pony smiled as Takakura told her about fertilizing the field for livestock to graze. She couldn’t help but think that his weathered look matched the farm. Was this how her father had looked as well? Pony shook away her thoughts to hurry after Takakura as he continued the tour. 

The barn was straightforward enough. Her brows furrowed a bit as he explained the process for shipping and the ledger. What animal did she need to order first? Pony had no experience with any livestock. She barely glanced at the storage and the folding box that would serve as her mailbox. He didn’t seem to notice her growing anxiety as Takakura moved along to the coop and fields. He had already purchased seeds for her to use. Pony was beginning to feel overwhelmed. She had barely managed to keep houseplants alive! Whatever the opposite of a green thumb was is what Pony had to work with. 

“So cute!” Pony couldn’t help her rush of excitement as two barking dogs approached. 

“...All right, all right. I’ll let you keep one,” Takakura mumbled, frowning at the strays. “But just one, all right? I ain’t a huge fan of dogs.” 

“Oh, you don’t have to!”

“It’s fine. You should have one. Your father always liked dogs, too,” he assured. “Now go on and pick a favorite.” 

“Um, the floppy-eared dog!” Pony hurriedly chose the darker brown dog. She would have to hurry and think of a name. Pony profusely thanked Takakura for the dog and for building him a house. He was doing too much to welcome her when she was still uncertain about living on the farm. Takakura waved away the thanks to finish the tour with the old house her father had built. From the corner of her eye, Pony could see the tips of his ears grow pink from the praise. She thanked Takakura again, placing her hand on the door handle. She was exhausted already between the travel and her nerves. 

“Oh, before I forget. I said we’d go in the barn later, didn’t I? Well, it’s later. Follow me.” 

Pony barely contained her gasp of shock when the barn door swung open to reveal a black and white spotted cow. Her vision blurred as she listened to Takakura present his welcome present. His voice slightly wavered as he tried explaining the care involved with a cow. Pony was sure her sudden crying had confused and caught him off guard. She wiped the sudden tears before throwing her arms around the man in a quick hug. Pony hoped he wouldn’t mind. He had done more for her than she expected in such a short amount of time. It was everything she used to picture when she would meet her dad before giving up on that dream. 

“This is great, really. Thanks, Takakura!” 

“While I’ve got you, I might as well introduce you to the locals,” Takakura shuffled his feet, scratching his chin. 

Their first stop for introductions was the Lei-Over Inn, where Rock caught her arm. The blonde whispered to come to the beach when Takakura finished. He guaranteed a better introduction to people with a wink. Pony turned Rock’s invitation over in her mind as she followed Takakura back to their farm. Lost in weighing the pros and cons of an impromptu party, she wasn’t aware of visitors until she heard them. 

“Oooooh! Never seen a Nature Sprite like that before!”

Her blood ran cold at the familiarity. Only Harvest Sprites had voices like the rustling of leaves, bubbling brooks, and the sun's warmth. Pony didn’t recognize the tiny red, blue, and yellow sprites talking among themselves. They blocked her entrance to the door. Pony took a deep breath and knelt on their level to pet her new dog. 

“Sorry! We just met, and I’m going to meet others,” Pony cooed. Talking to the pup was supposed to be a cover to ignore the sprites, but she enjoyed the dog’s attention. His tail furiously wagged as his tongue licked every inch of her face he could reach. The friendly enthusiasm helped her decide a name. “I’ll name you Sandy. Good ole, Sandy!” 

“Huh, I guess she can’t see us.” 

“But she’s a Nature Sprite, right?” 

“Stay and be good, Sandy. I’ll be back later,” Pony smiled at the dog before turning sharply on her heel for the beach. She wondered why they referred to themselves differently from all the Harvest Sprites she had met. Her curiosity wasn’t enough to allow her to get involved with sprites again. Pony wanted a peaceful country life free from the troubles of Harvest Sprites, Gods, and Goddesses. How important could it be when they were so relaxed?

[boissonsaumiel]

Home Brewing: How Controlled Oxidation Can Potentially Improve a Brew

Yesterday I opened the last bottle from my first batch of hōjicha mead that I made roughly a year ago.

To recap:

Batch No.070823 | ½gal🫙 1¾lb🐝 Honey: Sierra Wildflower Source: Sierra Nevada Mountains Brand: Kingsburg Honey Stg. 1: D-47 sub water for brewed Hōjicha (Numi) Stg. 2: aged sur lie 4 months

All my batch numbers are dates, so this one was started July 8th, 2023.

I use a variety of bottles when bottling. I have some 32oz bottles with polyseal lids intended for longer term storage. I have some swingtop bottles intended for shorter term storage. I'll usually pour the last inch of mead in my carboy into a mason jar along with the lees and cold crash and clear in the fridge for a while before siphoning out that very last ¾cup or so of mead with a stainless steel baster.

Sidenote: I do not recommend using a glass baster because they shatter way, way too easily. The glass is even thinner and more fragile than the glass in your lightest, most delicate champagne flute.

Something interesting I noticed is that the bottle I opened yesterday had a much stronger, smokier hōjicha flavor than my less securely sealed bottles of the same mead. It also tasted less sweet, and had less discernible honey character.

In controlled amounts oxidation can be advantageous for winemakers. It helps soften tannins and creates complex flavor profiles in wines such as Sherry or Madeira. The result is an [sic] full bodied sip that lingers on your palate

I took two containers of my newer batch of hōjicha mead with me during my trip to NYC, one 16oz swing top bottle, and one ½gal jug with a polyseal lid. Both containers got thrown about in my luggage. Although neither visibly leaked, the shaking most likely resulted in minor oxidization, with the swing-top getting the worst of it, as that bottle had a higher ratio of air to liquid when it was sealed.

The mead in the swing-top bottle didn't get over-oxygenated to the point of spoiling. It actually tasted quite nice. On the one hand, it lost a lot of the smoky hōjicha character. On the other hand, it had the strongest honey character and sweetest flavor of any of my bottles from that batch.

If I were running a more professional operation, I'd be able to calculate the exact right amount of oxygen exposure to achieve the perfect balance of smokiness and sweetness. Then again, it's nice to have a little variation and get a subtly different tasting experience every time I crack open a different bottle of the same brew.

[soul-link-ascension]

Welcome to Soul Link: Ascension!

This is a game set in a brand new region known as Dalcia. It's exceptionally cold climates are home to many Ice-type Pokémon, with other climates housing Pokémon many might not expect to see. Within this region, there are 172 brand new Pokémon to discover, and a total of 520 Pokémon within the entire region. Some Pokémon you have seen before may not look the same as you may remember them as, however, so be on the lookout for any surprises!

The Main Characters

You, the player, are tasked to enter a brand new Pokémon journey. Having missed your first opportunity when you were young, you seek out this life going into your early 20s. Play as three different main characters:

Orion - This is the male protagonist, a determined individual that enjoys the thrill of adventure and wants to reach beyond the top.

Aurora - This is the female protagonist, a softer character at first glance but can get real fired up in the heat of battle.

Winter - This protagonist is neither male nor female, though behaves much like your average trainer with hopes of achieving a high-ranking title.

Along your journey, you will encounter significant characters and discover new ways to connect with your Pokémon. You will also start your journey with two long-time friends of yours:

Est - This is your rival. He is a strong-willed trainer who will find every which way to turn the battle in his favor, searching for a title even higher than champion.

Genevieve - This character is not one to battle as much as the others, but will support them in their endeavors. She wants more than anything to be a professional artist and photographer.

Voltage Industries

In the Dalcia region, an island houses a small town-like series of buildings to construct what is known as Voltage Industries, a modern technology company created to explore and discover the behaviors of human and Pokémon souls alike. During your journey, you will meet its CEO, Markus, who acts as your mentor in discovering and unlocking the potential your soul has. Voltage Industries splits into four branches: The Electric Branch, the Dark Branch, the Steel Branch, and the Genetics Branch. The fourth of these branches is a recently founded branch and covers the entire island it stands on, while the other branches' locations remain elsewhere.

During overall research, Voltage Industries has discovered untapped potential in the souls of Pokémon and humans. As it turns out, the behaviors of Pokémon can be represented by the structures of their souls. Furthermore, these behaviors can be classified into the 18 types the Pokémon world is familiar with. This has led to the discovery that human behavior and personalities can be classified by these types as well, dubbing human soul classifications as Soul Types. Much like Pokémon, human souls are comprised of 1-2 prominent classifications, while the rest sit back as passive and minor to minimal attributes. For example, a human with a Fire Soul Type will behave and believe differently than an Ice Soul Type human.

With the discovery of Soul Types came many more discoveries afterward, such as untapped potential for each specific Soul Type and the ability to link a trainer's soul to their Pokémon's soul with a deep enough connection. These phenomena are respectively named Soul Power and Soul Linking.

Soul Power

Soul Power is a phenomenon where a user links with their soul enough to gain qualities that of which were previously unimaginable. This phenomenon can be accessed with the help of a Voltage Industries device called a Soul Band. It contains everything a trainer will ever need: Pokédex, Party menu, Storage, and in this case, a list of unlockable and usable Soul Powers. Each Soul Type has a series of 19 Soul Powers best suited for it called a Soul Tree. The more the user connects to their soul, the more they can unlock from the Soul Trees that tie to their Soul Type. For example, a Fire/Steel Soul Type will have access to the Fire and Steel Soul Trees.

Each Soul Power can be classified into one of five categories:

Soul Boosts - These are Soul Powers that give natural boosts to a Pokemon's battle skills, such as an increase in power of certain-typed moves, an increase in base stats, an increase in status condition affliction chance, etc.

Soul Passives - These Soul Powers behave similarly to abilities but are respective to the trainer rather than the Pokemon. Examples include boosting the user's fire type Pokemon's stat stage after three turns in battle and allowing up to three terrains to be active at a time.

Soul Actions - These Soul Powers behave like items and can only be used every other turn and only once per battle. These are what can seriously turn the battle in the user's favor.

Soul Teachings - These Soul Powers allow the user to teach a powerful move to Pokemon of the same type as the move.

Soul Evolution - This Soul Power allows the user to enact one of three things, each of which lasts for a limited time: The ability to Mega Evolve a Pokemon that can Mega Evolve without the need of a Mega Stone, the ability to grant a currently Mega Stone Evolved Pokemon a stage beyond Mega Evolution called an Ascension, or a third option that will be covered in the topic of Soul Linking.

Soul Linking

Soul Linking is a phenomenon that can only occur when the connection between the trainer and Pokemon's souls is strong enough. Strengthening this connection works similarly to friendship though has different requirements for both strengthening and weakening the connection. Once the connection is strong enough, a trainer can enact a Soul Link, which connects the trainer's soul to their Pokemon's soul. This causes three things to happen:

1. The secondary type of the Pokemon is either added or overwritten depending on if there was a secondary type at first. This secondary type matches the trainer's primary Soul Type. For example, a Venusaur, a Grass/Poison type, Soul Linking with a Ghost/Ground Soul Type would become a Grass/Ghost type. In this example, the shorthand for this change is called a Ghost-Link.

2. The Pokemon gains a varied boost in base stats. This boost always adds up to 90, but the boost in each stat varies from type to type, meaning Rock will not boost the Speed stat of the Pokemon as much as Flying will.

3. The Pokemon gains an type-specific extension in its move pool, meaning an Ice-Linked Pokemon will have access to Ice-type moves it did not have access to before.

Soul Linking is a reversible action that can be used on as many Pokemon as a trainer would like and is done outside of battle. However, there is a stage beyond Soul Linking that occurs only once in battle and is the third option in the Soul Evolution power: Full Linking.

This ability goes a step beyond Soul Linking and connects the two souls entirely, granting both types of the trainer's soul and double the boost in stats while sacrificing the move pool extension. For example, a Lopunny Full-Linking with a Steel/Dark Soul Type will become a Steel/Dark type with a total boost of 180 points in base stats.

Features

There are many notable features in this game, including:

- 720p resolution

- An overworld PokeFinder to help track which Pokemon you've discovered in a given area

- Tons of postgame material

- The entire national Pokedex (1197 Pokemon in total!)

- New alternate forms for existing Pokemon

- Voltorb Flip: Expanded

- Mining Minigame: Revamped

- Non-type specific gym leaders and Elite Four

- 15 legendary Pokemon

- A rarer variant than shiny: lustrous variants

- Brand new Mega Evolutions

- And so much more!

We hope you enjoy your experience with Soul Link: Ascension when it becomes available, and feel free to ask any and all questions you may have!

[dzthenerd490]

File: OC 21

SCP: AGA

Code Name: Mecha Faith

Object Class: Safe

Special Containment Procedures: All instances of SCP-AGA are kept in a plastic box within the storage unit at Site-AA. Under no circumstances is anyone to take any SCP-AGA instance form the box those that do will be demoted a single level. They will be executed if they try to take it out of Site-AA or even show it to others, there are no exceptions.

In the event of a containment breach the casing of each SCP-AGA instance has been laced with a pheromone only identifiable by anomalous animals used by Mobile Task Force Demeter-4 "Animal Control". They are in charge of tracking down any missing SCP-AGA instances, persecuting the thief, and taking back the anomalies into Foundation custody.

Any mechas created by SCP-AGA are by default the property of the Department of Transportation and Machinery. Any testing must be approved by at least three Level 3 Clearance Staff members within the DTM. Anyone outside of the DTM must be of Level 4 Clearance Staff or higher to have testing approved.

Description: SCP-AGA is a collection of VHSs, CD's, and Flash drives that all contain pirated copies of anime, movies, and TV shows about mecha's. These media pieces were not originally anomalous but the ones within the collection have a Cognito Hazardous effect on whoever watches it. This effect causes the watcher to be filled with the desire to create a real life mecha with functional weapons and even a fight system. Each victim will be able to build their own unique mecha in design, weapons, and even power source. When they build more than one its always the same design as the first one they made.

It seems that a part of the Cognito Hazard is to upload information on how to build a mecha into the victim's brain. For whatever reason it seems that it doesn't matter which episode is watched they will always create their own line of unique mechas. Furthermore, it's even possible for the victim to create forges, refineries, and even energy fabricators. As for the mechas, some are made of pure steel, others are made of more anomalous metals, there was even a few made with plastic and wood, though one in particular had [data expunged] which isn't supposed to exist as a solid. Furthermore, this resource doesn't exist on earth but on [data expunged]. How this is even possible or how each design and resource used are so different is unknown.

The Victims of SCP-AGA will continue to build their own version of the mecha as many times as they can, not even stopping for breaks or to eat. On average they will be able to build anywhere from 2 to 5 mechas before they die of exhausting. There doesn't seem to be any purpose to these mechas though they all seem functional. Most that have been retrieved by the Foundation were sent to the Department of Transportation and Machinery. There they are dismantled with the designs used to improve Foundation mechas and the resources used to improve Foundation weapons and vehicles. Thankfully continuous testing has shown that none of the materials individually or when as mechas have any anomalous hazardous properties.

SCP-AGA was discovered in 2010 when there were reports of people disappearing and sightings of strange giant robots in the various towns and cities in the state of [data expunged]. Mobile Task Force Dionysus-1 "Fake News" quickly went to work spinning it all as promotional material for a new live action show. The Foundation then used its front company Silver Clarity Pictures to create the show. The show was called World War Mecha and had a surprisingly good first season. Though every following season got progressively worst. The show was ultimately canceled by the 5th and arguably most dull season.

As for the actual mechas Foundation agents were able to find them, dismantle them, and transported them to the nearest Foundation Area for testing. Unfortunately, certain victims left the SCP-AGA videos playing in their homes causing agents and MTF units to come under its effect. The Foundation lost [data expunged] agents and units that day. Though it was thanks to their scarifies that the Foundation was able to understand the nature of SCP-AGA which was solidified later with testing on D Class. Originally administrative staff, the O5 Council, and the Ethics Committee debate on whether the Foundation should use D Class to mass produce mechas for the Foundation to further grow in power. However, this decision was overturned when a note was found in Site Director James desk.

***

Everyone loves mechas, it's like an obsession, a drug, a fucking religion even! Maybe that's what religion really is, it's just an obsession with fantasy. Maybe that's the truth of the mighty mecha. Yes, that must be it, we've made cartoons, TV shows, Movies, books, comics, and so much more! Don't you see! Mechas are like God, they are everywhere! We all love them in a different form. We all can't get enough and find new ways to put them in different media. We are literally writing the gospel of a new religion! The religion of mecha, won't you join our cause and build more totems to show your undying faith to the mecha God!

… You don't want to? Well, I guess I shouldn't blame you, maybe its us who jumped the gun and made a badshit religion. But can you really blame us? Afterall, we're just a bunch of ZEALOTS ON CRACK!

***

A debate was formed later on whether or not SCP-AGA should be destroyed. The DTM ultimately managed to win the vote of SCP-AGA not being destroyed and instead used sparingly to find newer and potentially better solutions to creating machinery for the Foundation. The O5 Council agreed under the condition that SCP-AGA be placed under Protocol “Shot Foot” and not Protocol “Golden Egg” as regardless of how useful it is, it is not a Thaumiel class anomaly.

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SCP: Horror Movie Files Hub