#also wanted to practice body comp

[oorangesoda]

More Shane to quench the thirst 😮‍💨

You cannot convince me this man isn’t exclusively a sweat pants wearer, sorry I don’t make the rules :/

[ladytamayolover]

‘ᴍʏ ᴅᴀʀʟɪɴɢ’

An innocent little fluff of fem!readerxKyojuro Rengoku.

premise: They are cute parents with cute kids

“Kyojuro!” You basically screams, running over to your husband. “I thought you would be gone forever.” You cupped his face as he held her close to his chest.

“How is my lovely wife? And our lovely children?” He says, as he ignores the deep cut on his arm. He had just gone in his last mission, ever, after two children, that’s what it took to get this passionate man to retire. He wanted to do so sooner then later, but slayers have had a downfall in numbers recently, but he finally decided he deserved it.

“Natsumi, stop pulling your fathers uniform, it’s going to rip.” You says gently. Your daughter, Natsumi, was pulling at her fathers outfit attempting to get his attention. Natsumi looked just like you, except had Kyojuros eyes. Eyes softening, as Kyojuro looked down at his daughter, scooping her up.

“How are you my dear?” He says as she giggles as he spins her around, before hugging her tightly.

“I’m good Otousan! I made you a drawing! Let me get it.” He puts her down as she scurry’s off. Her long H/C hair bobbing as she runs to the home.

“Kouki is in the garden my love.” You say. Staring at your husband, the warm midday sun shimmering down on you two as he waits for Natsumi to return. “I will go fetch him. He will be very pleased to see you.”

“Kouki can finish playing whatever he’s doing in the garden, let me have a moment with my wife.” Kyojuro says before taking you, to hold you in a tight embrace. His body heat projects from off of him onto you. In such a warm manner everything seems to glow. Everything seems to fade in a gentle, warm, blurry glow. Just him. His arms wrapped around you, being squeezed close to him. it’s all that matters in the second. The moment, of pure silence, quickly touches you, a cold, salty tear runs down your face. How you missed him.

“Otousan! I got the drawing.” Quickly the scurry of your small daughters feet comping closer, thats what drifts you from the moment. Peering down at her art, you truly are amazed. It’s a simple water color drawing, simple, just a flash of warm reds, oranges, and yellows, but even then you are immediately reminded at your husband.

“It’s wonderful Natsumi! I love it!” Kyojuro takes the piece your daughter is waving in his face, “It’s a masterpiece, right my love?”

“Couldn’t be more correct.” You say nodding towards him. Nothing but joy submerging you. “Natsumi, will you please go get your brother?” Calmly leaning down to get closer to eye level with your daughter. She enthusiastically nods and scurry’s away. “She acts so much like you, Kyo.”

“You think?”

“Oh, definitely. She’s loud, enthusiastic, and passionate, and, stubborn.” You say teasingly, as Kyojuros face gets flustered.

“I am not stubborn! But I take the others as compliments and gladly accept them! But I am not stubborn!” He says, louder then usual, but he always speaks loud. Biting your lip so you don’t break out into a laughing fit, you take his face in your palms, kissing his check, so he’s less red from embarrassment, now red from your touch.

“My darling, if you weren’t stubborn you wouldn’t be so persistent about how you aren’t.” You tease, a bit more obvious this time. Deciding he will lose against you, Kyo simply kisses you. Warmth. Suddenly you were drowning in warmth. The aura he gave off was warm, calm, and loving. What you would give to be there with him, like this, all day, each day. And now you can.

“Otousan!” Suddenly the pounding of larger feet, but still small compared to you and kyojuro, hit the ground. Looking over you see a miniature Kyojuro, also known as your son Kouki.

“Kouki, how are you?” Kyojuro says as he gently pats his sons flamy hair.

“I am good! I have been practicing with the training sword you got for me, I am ready to become a slayer! Just like you!” He beams, your son was more reserved, sweet, but liked to experience life a bit more quietly. Unlike his father and younger sister. Though, when he was with his father, he was louder, more impulsive, and very bold. The affects your husband made on everyone’s lives for the better would forever amaze you. How could someone be so perfect?

“I am sure you will be ready to train a bit more seriously soon. Let’s go see you in action then shall we?” Marching off the two identical men went off to a clearing in your property. Noticing a slight tug on your kimono you look down to see your daughter.

“Okaasan, can we make Sakura Mochi?” Natsumi was starring up at uou with her large, flame eyes, you could melt at the gaze of your daughter.

“How could I say no? Let’s go make some and then watch your father and brother train.”

[miminaoiki]

Routine for school (Monday to Friday excluding Tuesday cos I come out earlier)

hii so I'm back and I'm making this schedule for when I have school and this is what I do to stay sk1nny, I'm excluding Tuesday cos I come out earliest it's basically the same thing with a few things changed

At 6 am I wake up, and get ready, I do try to do things like walking around to get steps in, and if I can I weigh myself to see where I am and if I'm on track, I usually e@t half a mini muffin and e@t slowly, and drink some black coffee for breakfast, usually if I am not in the mood for that I get some yogurt and fruit, if I feel like e@t1ng a sweet I brush my teeth so It ruins the flavor and restricts me I and go to school. I usually never pack lunch because of course, that's more shit, fattening c@l0ries added to my body and instead I drink a full glass of water in one go to get rid of the craving

Now at 8 am I sit in homeroom, and push my English and math classes through, making sure to drink lots of water to keep myself hydrated and full, I do make sure to focus hard, after all, it's true what L said, thinking does burn c@l0ries. ("If you use your head, you won't get f@t)

In PE, I usually wear my sweatpants and shirt over my shirt and over my jeans, I'll sweat more, which will also burn cálori3s

now lunch instead of eating, I do the good thing and drink water, and go onto the track, and each lap is a quarter of a mile, and every 4 laps is a mile, so I speedwalk them and try to do more then last time and as many as I can!! If I feel like quitting I remember what my goals are, and drink water

Now I do 5th and 6th period, there not much to say other then to drink water for in between periods and in class

When I get home, I don't eat a snack, instead I do some waist exercises, and change out of my school clothes, wash face and brush hair, then I wait for my mom to call me over for lunch, which is usually at 2-4pm, maybe even 5 depending on how busy my mom is when cooking

After eating I shower, and if I don't shower I do schoolwork until around 5-6, or when I complete the work

After that, I usually try to listen to music, paint my nails and brush my hair again, and watch videos, watch TV, call friends or look at f@tsp0 if I'm craving something (watch tiktok comp f@t girls who don't see their body is a problem, both appearance wise and health wise, 600lb life, and fatsp0 on tumblr) or working on my sketchbook, I also like working on German classes to learn

At around 7-8 I eat a little snack such as fruit, popcorn, sometimes some yogurt or low cal candies also treating myself to some milk or nuts

At 9 after my snack I start to maybe dance, making sure to burn off what I just ate

At 10 I wrap things up, putting my schoolbag away, refilling my waterbottle for tommorow and get into bed and organizing things

when I'm in bed, my body just kinds decides when it sleeps, maybe I'll practice German before bed too

that's how i stay within a low calorie day, feel free to take inspo, after all all of us here want to be skinn1er, and prettier 🌸

(Yoplait pineapple 1 cup 1 tangerine Half a banana, put a layer of yogurt in between the fruit, all of it in a bowl is only 233 cal's, might seem like alot but tastes good, filling and is easier to burn off💕)

[666writingcafe]

Solomon: A Horror Movie

Inspired by the following reblog from @kimiko-dear: Solomon appears in front of people with a special dish he made just for them--the horror doesn't end after the jump scare.

Not gonna lie, kinda ran away with this concept.

It was his greatest experiment yet. He bought a bunch of ingredients that many people--even the cashier at the grocery store--warned him to not mix together. Ever the scientist, he wanted to know why he received such warnings and what would happen if he disregarded them. As it turns out, the ingredients in question had magical qualities that, when combined, came out in cursed ways. Thankfully, no one died from Solomon's experiment, but he made sure to record the results of each of his test subjects (or victims, depending on who you ask).

Since MC is his beloved apprentice, he spared them from his diabolical experiment, although he made sure to tell them all about it in great detail (which makes MC quite uneasy).

He also does not perform this experiment on Luke: a, because he's the angel equivalent of a child; and b, because Solomon knows Simeon would do unspeakable things to him if he hurt Luke in any way (things that would make him wish he was dead).

Speaking of Simeon, the angel is Solomon's first subject/victim. The sorcerer prepares what appears to be a simple sandwich and presents it to his roommate by sneaking up on him as he's in the middle of writing. The sandwich causes Simeon to experience random chills.

Barbatos knows that this is coming from a mile away and tries everything in his power to avoid Solomon. In the end, though, the butler finds himself trapped in the castle's kitchen and has no choice but to consume the paella thrust in front of him. He starts developing spots all over his body.

Solomon sneaks Belphie's cursed enchilada to him while he's sleeping in the attic. MC tries to warn the youngest brother to not eat the enchilada, but by the time they get to him, it's too late: Belphie is now a talking toad.

You know that one character in a horror movie that's screaming their ass off as the villain is chasing them? That's Mammon as soon as he hears Solomon's footsteps. Only the two of them know how the calzone ended up in his mouth, but the entire House (and possibly anyone within a 100 mile radius) hears him screeching that he's developed elephant ears.

There are times where Asmo is sharp as a whip and other times where he's a huge airhead. Unfortunately for him, Solomon catches him in one of his ditzy moods, and he happily accepts the chimichanga that the sorcerer prepared for him. Like Mammon, his screams echo throughout the House as he discovers that his nose has turned into a snout (and not a cute one, either).

Solomon almost gives into the urge to prepare a dish for Diavolo but ultimately decides against it. As soon as MC hears about this, they practically sprint to the castle and into Diavolo's room. Not only does MC need a break from the insanity unfolding around them, but they absolutely intend on punishing Solomon for his actions and wants the demon prince's help in making sure justice is served.

MC receives text updates from Solomon about his next three victims. Beel ate chili that made him shoot up three feet, Satan's sushi performed a gender swap on him, and the cake Levi consumed turned him into a living, mute statue.

And then MC gets a call from Lucifer that makes them see red. You see, Solomon prepared the eldest brother some soup and left it in his office with a note forged in MC's handwriting. Lucifer was just tired enough to not question it too much and consequently ate the soup; now, he's hallucinating. You see, due to the trauma that Lucifer has gone through during his existence, anything he hallucinates turns nightmarish real quickly, and so he's basically sobbing as he's relaying to MC what he's seeing.

Diavolo has to physically stop MC from hunting Solomon down and tearing him limb to limb. While the demon prince thinks that MC's fury is completely justified, he believes that the sorcerer deserves a more drawn-out punishment where everyone that consumed his abominations gets their due revenge.

[tk-duveraun]

COMPLETE: Luo Binghe is SO NORMAL about Shen Yuan

12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, Part 23 here

Read up through even numbered parts on Ao3

AO3 LINK IS TO CHAPTER 1, THIS WORK IS COMPLETE.

Part is below the read more to avoid spoilers for anyone who was waiting for this to be complete before reading.

Luo Binghe's brilliant idea for making Shen Yuan his wife was simple: marry him. Despite living in a world where, supposedly, homophobia didn't exist, Shen Yuan's POV in IRS made it clear he had a debilitating case of comp het. For example, he would constantly try to set Liu Qingge up with various ladies: both butch and femme.

This was in direct contrast to the fact that he was dual-cultivating with Liu Qingge twice a month to keep the Ice Mites in check.

And what annoying revelation that was from Snowball. Luo Binghe's eye twitched so severely that his eye almost fell out of his face. Without-a-Cure had just been a cover. After all, Shen Yuan's suppression array only worked on a static location, so if he wanted to travel he had to dual-cultivate to keep Linguang-jun from controlling him.

So, really, by removing that excuse, Luo Binghe had accidentally trapped his beloved on Qing Jing Peak. A small mistake and one that would be forgiven in light of the fact that Shen Yuan was never afflicted with Without-a-Cure.

Which could, ironically, be cured by dual-cultivation with a Heavenly Demon. That was likely why Zhuzhi-lang was introduced so late into the story and why he didn't even get a taste of Shen Yuan's flower, unlike almost every other man in the cast.

So to get around Shen Yuan's bizarre inability to see himself as a romantic prospect, Luo Binghe would marry him first and then win his heart.

Luo Binghe's proposal had several nigh-irresistible benefits for Cang Qiong Mountain. While the sect didn't believe thirteen to be an unlucky number, it was extremely unlucky to break with established traditions. They had too many Peak Lords and Shen Yuan's martial siblings were chomping at the bit to somehow disqualify Shen Qingqiu.

Of course, Shen Yuan would never allow his brother to lose his place. And Snowball revealed Yue Qingyuan only pursued Shen Yuan because his actual beloved was unavailable in Shen Jiu.

Snowball refused to tell Luo Binghe why the sect leader couldn't manage to seduce Shen Jiu despite his power, wealth and prestige, but promised he'd have Shang Qinghua whisper the right things in the right ears to make it happen.

("Oh, so now you care about his privacy?"

"He's real now.")

Therefore, Shen Yuan marrying into the Demon Realm would bring Cang Qiong Mountain back to one lord per peak, appeasing the other Peak Lords while also spitting in their faces about wanting to get rid of Shen Jiu.

Further, a formal alliance with the demon realm would mean a formal trading agreement. Cultivators could only drool over the rare ores and plants only found in the demon realm. Shen Yuan would easily trade something he valued as little as his own marriage in exchange for a few panacea roots for his sect.

And lastly, a grand production and wedding between Luo Binghe and Shen Yuan would allow Shen Yuan's best friend to tell his martial siblings about his own decade plus marriage.

Okay, so he was also throwing Snowball a bone. Despite living a full life in the modern world, Snowball had also had a full life as a demon and growled at the mere suggestion Shang Qinghua didn't belong to him, body and soul.

Shang Qinghua's plan to lure out Linguang-jun was essentially just to sit and wait for him, so Luo Binghe constructed his proposal while waiting. In practice, Shang Qinghua and his network of demon lackeys were planting gossip in the right ears to draw Linguang-jun's undivided attention. Shang Qinghua had rallied hard for this strategy because it meant he got to set traps for the man who tormented his husband for years.

Luo Binghe didn't begrudge him for it. Shang Qinghua was somewhat terrifyingly creative with his traps. It had to be something in the water of An Ding.

The gift Luo Binghe planned to send with his proposal to Cang Qiong Mountain was Linguang-jun's severed head along with Xin Mo's hilt. Apparently, the cursed sword was so very cursed because it had the ability to destroy the entire world. Why? Snowball had no good reason.

He'd needed Luo Baixiao to dissolve into a maddened wreck after Snowball changed his mind about who was going to actually marry Shen Yuan. But by that point, he'd already decided Luo Baixiao was part Heavenly Demon and therefore something that could drive him mad had to be apocalyptically powerful.

When asked why Luo Baixiao was being replaced after all of the buildup, both published and deleted, Snowball said only, "You're too loud."

"I'm not the Original Goods."

Snowball hadn't replied, or even changed his expression, but Luo Binghe had a terrible urge to throttle him regardless.

But destroying Xin Mo was easier said than done. After months of painstaking research, Luo Binghe decided it would be best to trap the sword in Huan Hua Palace containment arrays and then destroy the array from without with demonic energy; the containment arrays were specifically designed to obliterate anything inside if breached by demonic energy.

At least, the ones used to seal Tianlang-jun were.

It was while inspecting the arrays on Bailu mountain that Luo Binghe came across Zhuzhi-lang.

"Cousin," Luo Binghe greeted the grotesque creature.

Zhuzhi-lang's body undulated twice before he gave a facsimile of a nod.

"Cousin, it's likely that with my blood I can help you reach a form from which you can more easily communicate," Luo Binghe said. He offered his left hand, palm up.

However, Zhuzhi-lang hesitated, sniffing Luo Binghe's hand, but not baring his fangs.

"You were a general before I was born, I assume you could cast out my blood if you really wanted to," Luo Binghe added. He wasn't sure that was true, given that his body was originally write as the main love interest, but as far as he knew, he and Zhuzhi-lang were the only two half-Heavenly Demons to make it to adulthood, so how could his cousin know differently?

Zhuzhi-lang bit into Luo Binghe's palm and cleverly took the opportunity to infect Luo Binghe with his own blood. Mutually assured destruction. Well, Luo Binghe hadn't planned on hurting his cousin anyway.

It took an afternoon, but as the sun was beginning to set, Luo Binghe was handing a spare robe to his cousin. He'd made Zhuzhi-lang look perfectly human, only for his cousin to assert control of the transformation and take on what was apparently his preferred form.

"Thanking Cousin. Will Cousin be helping Junshang?"

He and Snowball had gone back and forth on the issue of Tianlang-jun. On one hand, he was both extremely powerful and impossible to control. On the other, if properly handled, he'd destroy Huan Hua Palace and manage the Southern demon lands.

So Luo Binghe answered Zhuzhi-lang's question by handing over several books. They were copies of the manuals describing the containment arrays holding Tianlang-jun. Critically, they were copies of the Old Palace Master's personal masters, his notes included.

Though, notes was a word used extremely loosely because they were mostly enraged rambles about Su Xiyan and the indecent acts he either performed or wanted to perform on her. Frankly, Luo Binghe didn't want the details, even though she wasn't actually his mother.

Zhuzhi-lang scanned the first book before nodding and leading Luo Binghe into the mountain and through a narrow path his cousin had painstakingly dug to Tianlang-jun's semi-alive remains.

----

Even though Luo Binghe had wanted to have his alliance marriage before the destruction of Huan Hua Palace, Xin Mo proved more resistant than originally thought. Tianlang-jun graciously offered to use a Xin Mo containment array bomb to explode the gilded complex.

Luo Binghe only agreed after Zhuzhi-lang poisoned their water supply. The poison only affected children and those with low cultivation, but presented as a terrible disease. Some whispers planted, as usual by Shang Qinghua, led to everyone but the senior cultivators temporarily evacuating the sect.

Luo Binghe was alone with Tianlang-jun when he handed over the bound sword.

"Ah, if I hadn't already known you weren't my Xiyan's son, this soft-hearted nonsense would have proved it," Tianlang-jun said.

A System window appeared, but its message only got two characters in before corrupting and fading out.

Luo Binghe froze, eyes wide.

"Little gods like that always like to meddle. They also always come back," Tianlang-jun said. His smile turned sharper, more pointed and more demonic. His demonic qi rose, not like a flare, but like a flood: twice as powerful and inevitable. "Tell me, boy, did you do anything to Xiyan's son?"

Luo Binghe had never been so afraid in his life. It felt like there was no color in the world except for the red of Tianlang-jun's eyes and zuiyin. He tried to swallow, but failed because his throat was too dry. He coughed and it felt like needles piercing his lungs.

"Well?"

"I… made a deal with the… god. It was going to reward me for my actions, but I told it to give the rewards to… his soul."

At once, the oppressive aura disappeared. Tianlang-jun clapped Luo Binghe on the shoulder. "Good boy. Try to be less squeamish in the future, though. Xiyan would have burned the place down."

Luo Binghe nodded and wordless passed over Xin Mo.

----

While Luo Binghe's proposal for Peak Lord Shen Qingchun explicitly established that the Northern Demon Realm was not associated with the South, he included the copies of the Old Palace Master's manuals with Linguang-jun's head anyway. It would assuage Shen Yuan's gentle conscious.

Yue Qingyuan and Shen Jiu were harsh negotiators for Shen Yuan's hand, but they saw the prudence in having a Heavenly Demon on their side just in case Tianlang-jun wanted revenge about Yue Qingyuan for his role in the sealing.

Shang Qinghua shed actual tears how badly the bride price bankrupted the North, but Luo Binghe didn't care. Snowball had given him a list of plot devices and panaceas they would sell once Luo Binghe had Shen Yuan at his side to help retrieve them.

Not that Luo Binghe needed help, but Shen Yuan would delight in traveling and seeing the creatures and sights of the world. It was just another part of his seduction plan.

Given what he knew from IRS, Luo Binghe was confident Shen Yuan could be convinced to consummate their marriage after the ceremony, but he barely considered that. He wanted Shen Yuan to climb into his bed of his own accord, no matter how long it took.

Besides, when Luo Binghe helped Shen Yuan out of his palanquin at the palace in the Northern Desert and saw his beloved in the wedding robes he'd designed down to the bead and thread, he knew his heart was full enough to wait as long as it took.

Luo Binghe hoped Shen Yuan could see the happy tears in his eyes through his veil. "Come, husband. The rest of our lives awaits."

[writing-frenzy]

Here come SI off the rails :D

Brain worms have arrived and shored up some of my remaining will to dream once more :D

And of course it dreams up a way to maybe, maybe give our favorite traumatized imaginary shield character a reason to actually smile and mean it. (Maybe?)

And of course, I forever fell in love with the SI OC trope, soooo weeeeee, buckle up everyone and thing, this one is gonna be a doozy.

First off, our SI boy was playing HSR, trying out a full imaginary team comp of Luocha, Walt, Aventurine, and Yukong when sudden, traumatizing death. It is not pretty, it is horrible, it is scaring, and it literally almost breaks our poor mc's mind; how can they not ask, beg for someone, anyone to save them?

It's a good thing (or is it) that something does.

Whether it is Aha on some sort of new kick, a manipulation of destiny, or even a certain Mother Goddess at work, our poor soul gets taken into a new world; but not as they were. Their mind and body were too broken when they were transferred, so the being had to get creative.

So, they took some inspiration from the team they were playing in their most recent memories, taking from doomed versions of themselves who were willing to trade for their own wishes in turn (and oh, how many were doomed in all the paths; there would always be one with a simple wish to fulfil easily.)

So, the MC becomes a meshed form of the Imaginary team of Luocha, Welt, Yukong and Aventurine: he is a good height, about 5-9, not six foot because Aventurine and Yukong are shorter taking it down a bit. He has Welt's brown hair, but it seems to be a bit messy and longer, what with all the hair styles, which he has to braid to keep in order and less annoying. And for all he seems human, he actually does have Foxian ears and tail, along with most of the bloodline perks, but hides it with illusions and tricks for reasons. His skins is tanner and kissed beautifuly by the sun, and his eyes are really cool, being a mixture of Aventurine's shape and style, but with the other three's colors. he also looks late 20's/early 30's just imagine him with welt's eye lines because the character maker doesn't have that. (The glasses are there for reasons and this is him illusioned because the ears were just not meshing for me.)

As for the eyes, I tried my best TT^TT (headcannon that most Avgin's eyes are usually in shades of brown to gold, with rarer shades of darker purples and even green at times, going with how Avgin means Honey and all, so with Kakavasha being born with not only bright beautiful eyes, it also has blue in them like water? and it rains? yeah, no wonder they thought he was blessed.)

But yeah, with his appearance over, now we get an interesting little bit about him; his path is Remembrance :D how? he has no clue, only that his memories are pretty shitty now, he knows random ass stuff (gifts from the other four; my guy know so many loopholes now for the IPC) he instinctively knows how to use his powers, just has to practice with control, but what was his favorite food? his dream in life? his actual name? nadda, zilch. He does know his power is literally a mixture of all four of his Imaginary team, allowing his skill to produce shields that also buff and/or heal his allies, with them disappearing can either randomly heal, buff, or do nothing before they go. His Ult is a mixture of Luocha's, Yukongs, and Welt's, doing incredible damage while also debuffing his enemies to hell and back, and even letting his team heal like with Luocha's. This doesn't even count in the terrifying follow up attack, that randomly does whatever the fuck it wants to :D tiny black holes to devour enemies? shower of golden rain that heals allies by draining the enemy's own life? this is only scratching the surface~

Yup, our boi is a OP beast :3

Did I forget to mention he came to this world with half the damage he got from his death? So it's very lucky where he ended up; a few years before the Avgin's genocide, luckily found by the tribe where they took him in, who while hesitant about the stranger, couldn't turn him away, then felt well they didn't when they finally opened their eyes to see they were one of them. Even if he's of mixed blood, he is still one of their own and came back to them, even as harmed and damaged as he is.

Not to mention just how talented and powerful he is.-

The wise woman watches, with her guard, as the stranger to their ways learns with an appetite like starving dog, so keen and willing to continue struggling on even with the barest of scraps. It is a kin to someone struggling with quicksand, finally finding some leverage that can save them from demise just in time, light entering those eyes once more. But like a beaten dog, they shy from most touch, hesitant and still, eyes watchful as they take in all threats to their self before they settle into a long wait, ready to attack.

It makes it both tragic and amazing, seeing someone so strong, someone she has seen break rock and stone with but a thought, so obviously broken, but willing still to heal. She knows her guard would like for this stranger to become part of the guard, to let others know of his strength so that they can better themselves and their people.

But the wise woman did not live so long to be wise as she was with simple thoughts and hopes like those; she saw signs everywhere, she has read omens in the sands and wind, reads the bones with ease; besides a select few, no one knows of their stanger's talents.

She names him Sarth, for his always thoughtful ways (and to hide within sight, just that for all his power, it is his mind most terrifying of all.)

(He was found under the stars for protection and warning, waking only when the stars for secrets was high in the sky. She sees how gentle, ever so kind their stranger is for the children, and she makes her decision.

She finds she will never regret it, traitors in their mist, the men in the black uniforms abandoning them, telling their stranger to please, please, if nothing else, save their children and ill away from this mess. If nothing else, she knows that at least the 452 with him will live.)

-so yeah, I have feels about those still being missing being 3,452 people; i just yoinked a chunk for myself, my guy Sarth covering everyone with his ridiculous powers, stealing a ship he found (interestingly, it was an illegal drug merchant who was currently being killed, so it would be a long, looooong time before someone notices one missing ship that was destined to be scraped because of damages and age over the years.) My guy is desperate, knowing of the discrimination they will face from practically everyone in the universe, not knowing who to ask or even if there is anyone willing to aid them; the IPC is shady as heck, he doesn't think Himeko has fixed the express yet, and their ship is running on luck, prayers, and Yukong's memories and knowledge of flying through even worse with even more tragic of conditions.

Sarth could really, really use a break right now; everyone with him at that.

Then in walk some Fools; Sarth somehow not only impresses them, he even tricks them, getting one fool, who goes by as Tricky Trickster, delighted (because what's more delightful then tricking others? Himself getting tricked in new and innovating ways. After all, how else could one learn to better themselves?)

So, my guy is able to enter in a game of high stakes with the Fools; he has 6 chances to win his people the chance to live well, with food in their bellies, chances for education, no worries of threats, the complete secrecy of their survival, all that good chance... here is the thing; he has to win at least four games, because the hightest amount of people that can be saved per game is 113 people, so yeah, four games would equal the 113 peeps. (he doesn't count himself; he can at least get along in this universe, he has power and tricks on his side, he can do what must be done; all these sick, injured, or too young? they can't.)

So he plays the games, winning two at first, getting 226 from there... only to lose the third game; what he loses is decided by random on a wheel, with him in the end nearly ending up practically blind, his eyes basically just for decoration now... he almost loses the fourth, but by chance actually wins, getting another 113 people. but this luck doesn't hold by the fifth game, this time he loses 20 years of freedom, to begin after the games are done and to serve in the Tavern. the last game is done with bated breath, the last 113 people's lives hanging by a thread, when MC pulls off yet another miracle; he uses the memories of harmony and abundance, sealing with preservation to gain back what little sight he can to win the game, saving all 452 people that came with him. there is much tears, crying, sobbing and mourning because once more something is taken from the Avgins but they persevere, many promising that they will do what they can for him in turn.

(In the end, they find an interesting item, one that can channel things with multiple paths and contain it, shaping to whatever the owner needs. Those are now shaped into glasses for Sarth to wear so he can see, only able to be removed by himself. it doesn't feel like much to the Avgins, it feels paltry for all he has done for them, but Sarth loves and adores anything he gets from them, to the honestly little mudpies from the kids to even the gems others offer; his favorite is the company they offer.)

So yeah, in my head, when the Trailblazer enters the planet of Festivities, my guy is near the very end of his service term, with maybe a year or two left.

This is so far what I have for him, but I must say; he gives off Dilf energy like hard core and the thirst for him is real :D

[solarfyn]

bittersweetness of a moonflower

⊹ chan & changbin centered

⊹ rated gen, less than 1k words

⊹ canon-comp, takes place the night before they move dorms

also available on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/58259686

Changbin doesn’t expect to see him in the kitchen this late, sitting at the counter, his laptop the only light in the room. Or maybe he does expect it. Maybe his body woke him up because he knew, deep down, that Chan would be up. [Or: The night before they move out.]

Changbin doesn’t expect to see him in the kitchen this late, sitting at the counter, his laptop the only light in the room. Or maybe he does expect it. Maybe his body woke him up because he knew, deep down, that Chan would be up.

“Hyung.” He makes sure to say it softly. Like he’s talking to a wild animal.

People often say he’s too gruff. His eyes are too sharp, his voice is too loud, his body too intimidating. Too much, too much, too much.

Changbin knows Chan would never think so. Sill, he smooths out the corners of his words. For his hyung. 

Chan looks up. His eyes look unfocused, his wild hair hidden under the hood of one of his many black pullovers. The blue light of the laptop makes the bags under his eyes seem ten times worse.

“Changbin-ah. Why are you up?” He yawns, entire face scrunching up. He looks small like this.

“Knew you were doing something stupid again. Felt the tingle.”

Chan chuckles. It sounds half-hearted. Too forced. Too tired. Changbin doesn’t like it.

“You should go back to bed. I still have some things to do.”

Changbin crosses his arms. “Can’t it wait until morning?”

Chan sighs. “I just want to—” he gestures vaguely—“soak in the vibe, y’know?”

The vibe doesn’t seem like a very good one. There are boxes stacked against the walls—the place is practically empty. And Changbin’s sure that the kitchen seats are less comfortable than being in bed.

So why is Chan so determined to stay awake here of all places?

“Hyung, I’m sure the vibes are better in your bedroom.”

“I guess so.” Chan still makes no effort to stand up. “I like it here, though. I’ll miss it.”

Suddenly, Changbin understands. It’s not just insomnia this time. Chan’s afraid of things changing again.

He did the same thing a few years back—waiting until the last possible moment to take that damned blue curtain off its hooks. Everything had been packed up, boxes and boys crammed into the vans, when Changbin noticed that Chan wasn’t with them.

He found him sitting with his back against the oven, staring at the blue curtain, completely silent.

Chan doesn’t talk about his own feelings very often. Or at least, the deeper ones. Every once in a while, though, he confesses.

In that moment, in the presence of the blue curtain, Chan had whispered to him that this dorm was the most permanent home he had since he was a child. It was a constant anchor—every day was spent with the promise that he would come back to the same people in the same dorm. It wasn’t necessarily the place that made it feel like a home, but the eight of them together in one place.

Changbin understood. The old dorm had felt cozy and warm—unlike anything he’d experienced before. His childhood home was marble tiles and sparkling countertops and the quiet echoes of his own steps. It didn’t have Jisung’s clothes thrown everywhere, or Felix’s three hundred cables keeping his computer alive, or Seungmin’s sniffly snores. It didn’t feel alive.

The split into two dorms had been necessary. They were outgrowing the single dorm and it really was for the best. It’s not like they wouldn’t see each other every day—the new dorms were only five minutes apart. Changbin knew Chan was aware of it. But the eight of them had learned too much about each other while sharing each other’s space. Coworkers turned into friends turned into family within those walls. Changbin now knows that Minho’s face looks round and puffy in the morning when he eats ramyeon before bed. Jeongin sometimes skips his skincare routine when he feels lazy. Hyunjin takes more time picking out the colors in his paintings than writing lyrics.

Chan gets lost in his head and needs someone to pull him out of his thoughts sometimes. Changbin is happy to do so. He’ll keep doing it, so long as Chan needs him. After everything Chan has sacrificed, this is the least he can give back.

Changbin had helped him pull off the curtain that day. Folded it up and pressed it into Chan’s chest. Gave him a squeeze on the shoulder and led him into the car.

He’ll do it again, as the dorms split into four this time.

“Channie-hyung. Let’s go to bed.”

Chan blinks slowly, processing the words. “Together?”

“‘Course. Can’t leave my hardworking leader behind.”

Chan smiles a little. This time, it reaches more towards his eyes. Changbin can work with that. He closes the laptop, the harsh blue light going out with it.

They’d be swallowed in the darkness if not for Changbin turning on the flashlight from his phone.

He leads the way down the hallway for the last time, making sure Chan is right behind him.

[xavierck]

An art question for you! I'm wondering if you have any advice/direction/insight into character design?

To elaborate: I'm a 3D artist (novice), and I'm interested in making my first humanoid character, but I have a hard time modeling anything without reference. However, I cannot draw people, and I certainly cannot design a character, but I'd really like to model a character that is mine, y'know? (I want experience with every part of the process!) To point at an actor in UE5 and say confidently, "*I* made that from scratch! :D"

I know that drawing people is a matter of studying anatomy, gesture, and all that, but design is a skill completely beyond my ken.

Thanks in advance for any wisdom you can share!

This is a very multifaceted question, so there are a few answers depending on your goals:

If you're trying to become a professional artist

If you're just trying to get better at art for yourself

If you want to be a generalist

If you're trying to become a working professional artist:

Most of the time as a professional, you're most likely not going to be concepting a character as well as modeling them.

If becoming a professional 3D character artist is your goal, then focus less on learning design and more on learning how to implement existing designs. In most cases you'll be working from someone else's concept art, and your expertise comes in how you implement things like a sketchily-drawn belt buckle, or interpreting how a given shape should be translated from 2D to 3D.

The best way to practice things like this is to work from lots of existing concepts and begin to understand how 2D artists tend to interpret what will eventually become 3D shapes.

Additionally, you'll benefit from learning things like anatomy, clothing construction, and how different materials bend and deform as they move across the surface of a character's body.

You don't need to know how to draw extremely proficiently to be a good character artist, but learning to draw will absolutely help you in the long run, so I'd highly recommend doing things like taking figure drawing classes and practicing drawing people.

If you just want to become better at personal art:

If your goal is to just make nice stuff for yourself, you'll still benefit from the above advice. However, learning to make better art for yourself also depends on you finding a style that fits your taste and vision for how your art is supposed to look.

Finding your style is all about understanding....

...Your taste in visual design

...How you represent objects, and the shortcuts you are comfortable with when representing them

Developing your taste is an active process, and isn't just "What's the thing I like?" Developing your taste in concept and 3D (and all art, really) is actually "What's the thing I DO like, what's the thing I DON'T like, and WHY do I like or dislike those things?"

As you develop your taste in art, you're also going to want to keep practicing so you can better represent the things you enjoy.

If you want to be a generalist:

First off, before anything else: Being a generalist is HARD.

Really, really hard.

As in, generalist positions simply don't exist in most companies, and the ones where they do exist are extremely rare and generally exist in the form of either indies or mobile studios.

If you want to be a generalist, you need to practice both 2D and 3D skills, and my suggestion would be to get very comfortable jumping between 2D and 3D for concept work. You can get an immense amount of mileage for concept art and illustration by doing super rough blockouts that you then paint/draw over.

For example, here's a rough 3D blockout I did to give myself reference for a very complex scene:

And here's the finished illustration:

If I had tried to draw that entirely freehand, it would've taken me literally weeks, and it would still look wrong. Building a blockout and rendering it took away a lot of the guesswork, but still left me room to reinterpret as needed.

You can do the same with less complex things, like getting general proportions for a character, then drawing over the top.

The same points from the above points stand if you want to be a generalist, but with the added wrinkle that it's going to be super tough to get a job doing it unless you're really fast and really good at both concept and 3D.

Further resources:

If you're dead set on designing your own characters, look to the best concept art out there and try to make things at the same quality bar.

That's really all there is to it.

(Additionally, make sure you're looking at actual concept art as reference, rather than illustration. Things like League of Legends splash images, or big brushy mood pieces generally aren't concepts, even though a lot of people think they are.)

To get yourself into a mental mode where you're thinking like a concept artist, try to replicate what you see on model sheets for characters from animation and games.

Model sheets help explain how you're supposed to see and construct a character, and as a 3D character artist you're going to have a unique ability to see where some of these model sheets might go wrong as you work with them.

Disney and Looney Tunes tend to have excellent model sheets:

For games-specific model sheets, look no further than the work of Sandra Duchiewicz and Rinehart Appiah on Total War: Warhammer:

Presenting your work in a way like you see above will drastically reduce the mental work of coming up with a good design because you're trying to come up with some shapes that work well from all angles.

I hope this is helpful, and good luck!

[middlespacekingdom]

it's wild that in quiet moments as i reflect on winding down a long high-level competition belaying career i realize that i've learned to never be cocky

i've done cocky in the past and usually for reason

it's because i've done a few things really well in my life...some say i've been the world's best at some things

(honestly, who knows if i've been "world's best" at anything, but i've always felt that i've had to do better because i've always manufactured areas and reasons to be better)

but sometimes cocky best serves a particular situation or a particular activity

not belaying...belaying, man...one bad belay, one lapse, one poor judgement, one missed safety check can ruin your career and will absolutely destroy your reputation

and reputation is all that matters in high level competition belaying; when world class athletes at world championships say, "I was hoping I'd get you" OR "Oh, now I can go for it!" OR when the entire Male Junior Championship finalists beg you to belay their category...

reputation makes champions

one bad belay and you just have to bow out of the activity and become a "fan" because all trust is gone--people whispering behind your back that you've lost it

one bad belay and athletes who used to do the riskiest shit because you were on the other end of the string now perform worse because they don't know if you can catch risky anymore

reputations are built from repetitions: repetitions make reputations

reps make reps

and people who know apparently really know and will tell you so

just this weekend and mostly on the field of play as i’m either taking athletes to their approaches or settling them down after:

a Collegiate athlete asked me how i got so good

a Collegiate athlete thanked me for being at the event and said it meant a lot to everyone

a Collegiate athlete told me that i was his first belayer at his first comp

the Youth Qualifier Head Setter told me i was his first belayer at his first Elite Comp

a parent walked up to me to, "…just say I wanted to meet you and also thank you because I've seen you everywhere"

but best of all, a young Youth Qualifier demanded of me, "Now don't deck me!"

my colleagues may have laughed but i respected her and respected the moment and i assured her that i would belay the best i could

we're morose goofballs all of the time and we're whiny divas some of the time but we're still not cocky about belaying--we may perform cocky but it's not about our belaying

we know that confidence serves us better than cocky

we also have to decompress sometimes and that sometimes becomes extremely silly--everyone knows this

what people don't know is that the best of us are absolute belay nerds; students of the art, intellectuals, artists, dancers, the like

what people don't know is that the best of us spend time practicing comp belaying and we are constantly bolstering our minds and bodies (apparently reflex and agility training is belaying too)

to belay

the greats just walk away when it's their time to walk away on their very own terms like Barry Sanders or my mentor

i'm still learning from my mentor

safe • consistent • professional is the only three things that matter--skill, instinct, reflex, and performance are all wrapped into those three words: safe • consistent • professional

[notanotherdexaccount]

Hi I'm Dex :D. I'm transID, a paraphile, a realmist, radqueer adjacent, working through my feelings around age and species conversations, and currently unsure how I feel about minors interacting (recovering from real life trauma, and genuinely paranoid about getting in legal trouble for posting explicit content where minors can interact). I mostly ramble about my personal life here, my manifestations, and my opinions. I also do post somewhat NSFW content here.

obviously I don't really want antis trying to sway me on my stances (proship, propara, protransID, etc), I've decided them based on all provided information and my personal beliefs. I'm also not necessarily huge on providing education, I can struggle to be clear and there's tons of educational accts and spaces for you to find. I will, however, be okay with engaging in questions about my personal ids and experiences.

idk if I'll add a list of my IDs, as I do believe I can manifest my trans ones into being cis ones, and so there's no point in disclosing which is which. just know I'm very mentally ill, disabled, and am a polymorph with a ahfiting sense of self, and if I rb a term, I probably ID with it.

contact stances btw: anti c for chrono minor/chrono adult and for animal bodied/ human bodied, comp c for consang and dead human/human, comp c leaning pro for dead animal/human, and pro consensual contact for noncon based paras (practicing CNC and con abuse ethically for biasto, erotophono, somno, etc). and by contact, I MEAN ONLY SEXUAL AND ROMANTIC. DON'T YOU DARE EXPAND THE DEFINITION. YOU ARE ANTI PARA IF YOU THINK A ZOO CAN'T HAVE A PET THEY NEVER WANT TO HAVE SEX WITH OR DATE DONT ACT LIKE CARING FOR ANOTHER BEING EQUALS SEX THAT'S STUPID AND YOU KNOW IT IS YOU JUST DON'T TRUST PARAS.

[christiangrest]

EDC in the Year 2025?

Well it’s a new year. Some things are changing and some things stay the same. Over the years I will periodically re-access my every day carry or EDC load out. Now this is on person type of gear, not necessarily what I carry in my vehicle or pack. In my opinion, your EDC is the bare minimum or necessity to get by and defend yourself with if the situation comes out of nowhere and you need to do so. Also, what works for one person may not always work for the next. Body type, clothing, environment and a host of other factors come into play and can drastically affect what a person can or should carry on their person. So let’s get started.

So far my plans for my EDC for this year are staying mostly the same. I always carry some sort of a blade with me and on my person. In terms of what blades I prefer to carry, these range from folding blades by SpyderCo and Benchmade to assisted deployment blades from companies such as Microtech. I tend to rotate out my blades every month or so as to spread the wear amongst the blade family. A blade is a tool for multi use but if needed it can be used to defend yourself.

As for my preferred firearm and carry holster, that has had some definitive changes over the years. Early last year I picked up a sig Sauer P365XL Spectre Comp from Brownells and after blowing through a variety of tests it took the king’s spot as my preferred concealed carry or EDC pistol. This top spot was previously held by my Brownells custom Polymer 80 Compact build using a Brownells windowed slide. I mostly carried that pistol in a Hidden Hybrid or Kobra Kydex appendix rig for the majority of the past 4-5 years. The other pistol that I also carry fairly regularly is my trusty old Glock 19X. Holsters have been RedXgear and Houdini holsters mostly. When I picked up the Sig Sauer P365XL Spectre Comp I looked to Harry’s Holsters for an appropriate appendix holster and it’s been one of my all time favorite holsters. Later on I also picked up a Hidden Hybrid, but still prefer the Harry’s over the Hidden Hybrid. The only real advantage of the Hidden Hybrid is the tuckable belt clips for dressier days.

This year 2025 I’m hoping to finally introduce either my CZ P-07 or my CZ P09C Nocturne I picked up from Brownells into my EDC rotation. I already have a Harry’s Holster appendix holster ready to go and the CZ P-09C Nocturne has finally been proven to be reliable. The nice thing is that I can switch between either of these 2 pistols depending upon whether I want an optic or not. The optic I’m currently running on the CZ P-09C Nocturne is the Holosun SCS Carry solar powered optic. Since both of these are single action double action hammer fired pistols, this provides a tad bit of extra peace of mind when holstering.

So what are your plans for EDC in 2025? There’s no right or wrong answer there so long as it’s what you’re comfortable with and practice with.

[isocertification123]

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[salaciousslut]

Youre making me blush 🫣 now i gotta get strong enough to lift up a full grown adult its only right ☺️ and good! Im glad its not too cold!! Tho it sucks you cant get all dolled up in your winter clothes :( where im at we dont have much humidity so its been real cold for those born and raised here (i have been freezing tbh)

You have no clue how needy that made me, please bite me and leave marks everywhere holy fuck <3 and jesus christ youre so precious, like i feel a bit evil for the things i wanna do to you 🥺

Well! I hate to say it but if i get you drunk enough to pass out I'll still force my strap in you. But don't worry on missing out, you'll get a video of it anyways 🥰 I'll make sure you'll see how nice my cock looks in your pussy <33 only thing that sucks is that i cant cum in your pretty passed out body and i want to so fucking badly 🫣

Im also a floor person!!! Its actually so smart that you have a lil nook for yourself, like im jealous i didnt have that idea 😭 do u name your stuffed animals?? I wanna know bc I do >:3

I love that crocheting has become stress relief for you!! I like when creative outlets are also emotional ones like that makes me happy. You got a practical skill that also helps you out i am looking at you with love in my eyes and admiration in my heart 🥰

Tbh my favorite part of the day was getting back home, my job is literally so boring!! As for my intrests im a huge dork tbh. I love video games and Hades is my favorite game at the moment. Im also a huge animation buff, i love anything animated from short films on youtube to anime to fucking BoJack Horseman (i love that show, and u can kill me for that). And i also have strange interests like theology, religion is just so interesting to me. Oh and last lil fun fact abt me that i can think of: I almost went to college to double major in psychology and comp sci.

nooooo let me keep you warm then!!! im like w lil toaster oven with how warm i get. some come over!!! but i feel you! im not meant for the cold.

i loveeee evil!! i support evil!! i love being a chew toy and repaying the gift!!

ughhhhh please i would watch that video over and over again!!! plus i wanna watch it with u hehehe!!and we can try hard babe because its gonna happen, we gonna get u to cum in me dont worry. scientists will figure it out. ill figure it out!!

come to my nook then hehehe!! i can fit one more person!! and no i dont name them. im sooo baf with names so i just stick to their official government names. but now i wanna know the names of your stuffed animals!!

omg what if i told u i loveeeee watching other people play video games?? its literally my fav pass time and i just really like all the graphics without actually having to put in effort to try and win. so i feel like that goes hand in hand with animation right?? idk i just love visuals sm but i love that u love them!

omg sooo cool! religion is such an interesting topic so i would totally listen to u with heart eyes too!!

hehe i love psych!!! i have a psych minor and those were some of my fav classes!! i wanna teach u about them now

[electricbluebutterflies]

Jess/Leto + cuddles after being touch-starved

Late-era, PG-ish, also on ao3. Also this finishes up the second prompt-comp which means I've turned out 100 ficlets for these babes and... somehow not burnt out on them yet, still definitely projecting a bit, still having a very good time.

It’s been two weeks.

She’s survived longer – not by much, and not recently, but she has. Logistical separation makes Jessica uneasy no matter how justified, always the worry of what might go wrong without her, different fears now than she had fifteen years ago but-

Her partner has stayed on-planet, and spared her from having to pay attention to some particularly boring administrative tasks, and it is important that he occasionally be seen without her, and nothing went wrong on her side, nothing even remotely interesting, and she knows all of this for what it is, and still the distance feels most wrong as it ends.

She’ll get the necessary details of what she missed later, some directly and the majority in overheard conversations. It’s been a while since she’s had a good reason to haunt certain hallways, long enough that she suspects some of the guard don’t even know what she was like before she was made soft, before-

Jessica is well aware of all the comparisons that get made between herself and various tamable animals, and she ought to be more bothered by them than she actually is, but… how could she deny her own reality? The fact that she has tamed herself is irrelevant; it looks better on all sides if her partner is somehow blamed, even as that risks him, even as-

She is too present for the return, quiet but visible as she always is, a particularly sharp look as she waits for her moment. There have been no emergencies in this place practically structured to run itself, no need for any protocols, nothing in the cultivation of their son that cannot be put aside for a few hours if not a few days, nothing-

It is wrong, on every level of her judgment, to prioritize her heart. She does so anyways.

“I need a moment,” she says when she has opportunity, when it is obvious enough that everything remains peaceful on the other side too. She ought to start with formalities but she hasn’t in ages; everyone close enough to hear knows exactly what she is and likely a good guess of what she wants, and-

“You have never just needed a moment,” her partner replies. “I…”

“Not here, of course. If we could…”

She knows every private space in their compound, and a good guess of which her partner will decide is most convenient for whatever she’s up to. Still something of a walk upwards from the dock, still enough time in near-perfect silence to note what she needs to know about the trip on a domestic level. He doesn’t sleep right without her and it shows, she’ll do pressure points later and perhaps for the next few days to make up for it, and the adoration in his eyes is rarely so obvious and deep and-

“Will this do?”

The compound was designed centuries ago by some ancestor who kept a much larger household; the space in question hasn’t actually been an office in generations, Jessica suspects, but tradition so often wins over efficiency and-

“I’d be content in a closet,” she murmurs.

It’s enough permission to get his arms around her, and she is always amazed by how well their bodies fit, how natural it is to fold herself into perfect empty spaces. Her partner expresses affection with touch so much easier than she does, even now, and she… at best understands the intent. She does not initiate, but she can ask for what she wants and know she’ll get it and-

“You should’ve come,” he breathes against the side of her face.

“Don’t give me options if you don’t actually want me to take them. There was no good reason for me to go and-“

“You could’ve done your exploring.”

She laughs despite herself – she has done very little to maintain her partner’s innocence, and yet some days he still amazes her. “You mean accidentally gone somewhere I wasn’t supposed to and gotten into it with some creature who’s predisposed against me because you won’t-“

“You do have your tendencies, love.”

The endearment is just uncommon enough to make her fragile, enough to make her thankful that proximity hides her face because willpower isn’t going to hold her back for much longer. He has found and broken almost every limit she has, and out of that made her love him in return, out of that-

“It was better that I stayed. If I’m going to be bored, at least I can be bored somewhere no one else is stupid enough to get in my way.”

She can practically feel his silent prayer against whatever cosmic force put her into his life, but the hands on her back are still as gentle as ever. “That is… not a bad point.”

If she wanted to spar, she’d also point out that he’s always consistently affectionate after a separation, and she’ll wring a few weeks out of this one, but that’s something to make use of later, not now, not-

Her head turns and she takes a soft kiss, allows her longing to flow through her body. The bittersweetness of desire, of being so bound to another living being, to a point where it has become almost too much of her identity and someday this will leave a wound but not now not yet not-

“How long do we have?” she breathes.

“Have you ever actually cared for anyone else’s schedules?”

“I do try to be mindful of yours…”

For this she gets a look like he’s not sure how much he believes her – aware of, yes, but just as likely to wreak havoc when she wants something or is just understimulated or-

Even now it’s all too obvious that neither of them ever really prepared for this domestic-partnership thing. Even now the voices in her head remind her that she was made for respectful distance, not true intimacy. Even now, even in these little moments, she defies.

“Two weeks,” she murmurs. “Two weeks of slowly realizing just how big our bed is when I’m alone in it. Two weeks of doing everything I could to summon the sense-memory of your hands on me and it still wasn’t-“

“Does it make you feel any better to know I had the same set of problems? That every day felt longer as I tried to accept that you were not at the end of it?”

“You could have actually asked me to-”

“Is that what you want? To make me one more person who needs something from you?”

She’s quiet for a moment, considering responses, the only way out is through and-

“You do need things from me, love. As I do from you. It’s different if I-“

“Still goes against what we have become. What we should’ve been, perhaps, but-“

“I am giving you permission,” she breathes, taking another kiss. “I trust you more than anything, you have seen that reflected in all of my days for over a decade, and… if my presence would be a comfort to you, I will bite my lip and behave impeccably.”

“You’ll do one of those, but I’m not quite sure about the other.” Affection in his voice all the same, and the embrace shifts and tightens. “And I’ll try to hold you to it.”

They both know he won’t. They both know that the next time a similar situation occurs, he’ll give her a choice and more likely than not she’ll make it on her own judgement. They both know-

“You need me,” Jessica repeats like it’s the most real thing in the world. “We steady each other. Isn’t that enough reason to-“

“You loathe social obligations and you’re not near as subtle as-“

“Only because you know my tells. People I’ve never met would have no idea of my misery.”

He lets it go, and they linger in the quiet until the edges are worn off, until the shared desperate need is met enough for them both to function outside these walls. Their reunions have become softer as the years have passed; there was a time when this encounter would’ve involved desperate pawing at each other, but they are older and more familiar now and such activities can be saved for their bedroom in a few hours and-

She would’ve run circles around anyone she could’ve been paired to, she’s well aware. At least this one knows. At least this one loves her even more for it.

“I assume I’ll see you later?” he asks, somehow a question as he lets go of her.

“Of course. I wouldn’t… I do keep my routines with or without you.”

“If you…”

“You missed nothing vital, love. On any front.”

The absolute trust is mutual – they are nothing if they are not one and the same – and he takes her hand to his lips before they reenter the wider world. “You would say if…?”

“You know I would. Nothing…”

Always the unspoken, always the potential for plausible deniability, but… none of that either, she says in the safety of her heart. Nothing. Just cultivated routines and quiet longing and-

“And you were heard when-“

“I didn’t need to pull rank. I’m not ambitious when unsupervised.”

“Good.”

[speak-now-girlies-unite]

(this is really long, if you want the tl;dr- lines from her song and from karnarks explanation make me think she hung from a tree for a bit. no one knew her cs she just moved to uranium a week b4 the accident and no one ever really had a chance to notice her.)

my much more in depth reasoning for jane hanging in the tree alive for a bit, plus how no one knew who she was:

cw: death, breif mentioned of shitty parents

how did she die?

in her song she sings “and from the ground beneath my feet i hear the anguish in the streets”. karnark says that the front axel (i tried googling what that is, i did not get very good results) broke and they fell from the top of the loop-de-loop, so the idea that shes falling feet first doesnt make much sense, and the idea that she gets stuck in the cart with her feet towards the ground doesnt make much sense either. i think she was definitely the last one to die, and ik that the head can hear for 7 seconds after being decapitated but i couldnt figure out a way for her head to be cut clean off, nothing really added up like that. plus, if it was just separated from her body and not destroyed, how did no one ever find it?

so i decided that the cart crashes into her head, squishing it into a million little pieces, killing her and allowing her to fall from the tree, unidentifiable and the last to die.

how did no one know her?

as we all know, uranium is a tiny town. in an early version of the opening song, they even say that theres only one main street. so if uranium is so small and everyone knew everyone, how did no one know jane?

i think that her and her family had just barely moved there, maybe for the same reason as oceans parents? maybe they just wanted to find a small rural town idk. jane joins the school and the choir a week before their performance/the accident, and father marcus lets her join because he thinks itll help her make friends. because she joined so late, her name isnt registered in the choir competition.

at the few choir practices that shes there for, she hangs around in the back with ricky. they noticed each other, but ricky couldnt talk and he never knew her name. in the afterlife, he knew what she looked like, but nothing about her (name personality likes dislikes etc) so he never mentioned that he knew her cause he didnt. the rest of the choir never noticed her.

(mischa- either skipping or on his phone. noel- arguing with ocean or missing cs of work. ocean- arguing with noel and being insane and stressed. constance- trying to keep noel and ocean from blowing up the place)

ok sure the choir but what about the rest of the school?

i think that jane couldve gotten mildly sick for a few days before the comp. if she had just moved to the school, and then disappeared for 2-3 days, and then died, she barely wouldve been noticed by anyone. no one knew her enough to notice her absence.

also, even if youre thinking the school keeping record of her tranferring, i think a lot of the town was very careless with records and in general keeping things safe. she couldve just not been ever mentioned anywhere.

her family???

this is the one thats actually stumped me. tbh i dont know and theres no real way to know, but if i had to come up with an explanation, i would say that she wasnt a planned kid, her parents were shitty, and they noticed she was gone but just never said anything bc they didnt care enough </3

ive also seen people bring up a little brother, but i dont know anything about legoland so im not going to go there, sorry.

so thats how i think everything went down! if you have any other questions, feel free to ask and ill try to answer the best i can. and remember, thats just a theory. a september 14th 6:19pm theoryy

how i think the choir died, in order + color coded<3 i doubt this is very accurate to how things happen irl but oh well

(the gray circles are trees)

[celestialspecial]

A Promotion

Warnings- ceo smut, 18+, Billy in his true form

“When will you quit and come work for me? You’re far too good a worker for that law office.” Billy smiled seeing you walk in with a stack of folders and papers needing signing. You merely shrugged, winking at him in the process, you loved both of your banter but you sensed it edging towards something more and more each visit.

“I get taken care of just fine thank you very much. Here Mr. Donavan wants you to sign this and have a look over these documents.” You handed him the fattest folder, which he took, barely scanned the first page before snapping it shut with one hand and tossing it onto his desk behind him. Moving closer to you,forcing your backside to brush against the lip of his desk.

“I’d give you a raise, more paid vacation time and you’d have a corner office view overlooking the park. Don’t tell me he can offer you all that as well?” You felt yourself sucking in a breath, trying to play it cool but all too aware of how close in proximity he was to you, like a panther stalking it’s prey.

“Mr.Russo…”

“How many times have I asked you to call me Billy?” He asked the corner of his mouth twitching up as your lips parted, choking on the next word.

“Billy…I assure you I’m doing quite alright.” At this he held his hand out for the rest of the folders in your arms which you hesitantly handed over to him. They were documents for him regarding Anvil and it’s inner workings but you felt so exposed to him now without your arms crossed in front of your chest holding them to you.

He in turn also let them drop with a loud thud on his desk, right by your back. His arms came to rest on either side of you planted on the dark wooden surface. Even hunched over in this position he still had a few inches on you, body and face alarmingly close to yours. His dark eyes were full of mischief as you felt them rove over your body, hidden under your work attire. His right hand left the desk to make its way downwards, grasping the hem of your skirt between his thumb and forefingers, testing the fabric, feeling the thickness of it.

“I like this skirt.” You felt heat creep into your face before responding.

“Thank you I just got it back from the seamstress.” At that his one eyebrow rose in question, still toying with the fabric.

“Oh? What happened to it?” You could barely think, with each swipe of his fingers over the fabric you could feel his knuckles scraping against your bare knees, a subtle power play no doubt and you were falling- hook, line and sinker.

“It got caught on a filing cabinet handle and ripped. Thankfully I had some safety pins to keep me decent the rest of the work day.” The look in his eyes seared into your brain, excitement flashed brightly in those eyes, you could practically see him imagining you in work the skirt ripped and torn, one move away from falling to the floor. Two could play this game.

“Ya know that should fall under workers comp of some sort. Pay to cover your costs to fix it, being in such a …harsh work environment.” You couldn’t stifle the laugh that you let loose.

“I don’t think fashion faux pas count as tax deductible. Mr- err, Billy.” You swore when his eyes briefly closed his eyes were on the verge of rolling back into his head at your use of his name.

“If you worked for me I’d have covered it.” You swallowed the tiny bit of saliva that was in your mouth, his predator eyes narrowed when he noticed. “In fact, I’d have bought you a whole new wardrobe to make up for it.” His hand thankfully released your skirt to settle back in its rightful place on the desk again.

“Maybe I’d have let you.” Not the response he was expecting but one that sent a thrill through you, noticing how his muscles tensed under the taut fabric of his suit, stretched along his back from how he was positioned. “What would you have bought me?” You needed to go, to return to work but this was just, too fun. Seeing the CEO before you fighting for control, you could see it in the way a muscle ticked in his jaw, how his eyes darkened dangerously, the knuckles on his clenched hands turning white.

“Maybe we’d start with a new blouse…” he leaned forward further and you felt your arms come behind you, elbows resting on the desk surface as his hand came up to fiddle with the collar of your work shirt. His long deft fingers traced along your neck ever so briefly and you swore he must’ve been able to feel your pulse fluttering under their touch. When his hand moved again it brushed past your collar bones and tugged at the first closure, the button popped open easily exposing more of your chest to him. “One with better buttons.” As his hand worked its devilish magic again another button popped open revealing the top of your lacey black bra.

He looked positively devious as his greedy eyes examined the newly exposed skin, free to breathe.

“And?” You wanted to stop, to be a good assistant and return to your law office but every cell in your body wanted to stay, to continue.

“And-“ he said aloud, hand tracing down the front of you, resting between your breasts, his hand rising and falling erratically in time with your shuddering breath. “More items like this.” His fingertips danced along the lace trim admiring it before placing his mouth over top of your left breast, an open mouthed kiss, then you felt his tongue dart out to taste you, then a brief suction that had you moaning out loud. He pulled back to lock eyes with you, before lavishing the same attention on your right side.

You bit your bottom lip in an attempt to stifle any more noises, his hot mouth exploring across your barely clothed chest.

“Ah ah, sweetheart I want to Hear you. In my office we have an open communication policy. Don’t worry you’ll get that in the manual when you start.” Before you could mutter a response his other hand left it’s place on the desk and you felt his fingers work up your shirt, untucking if from your skirt and sliding up your back.

“Mr.Russo!” You gasped feeling your bra pop open and fall to the floor just as his mouth closed over your puckered nipple, tongue swirling around the hardened nub as you let loose another desperate sounding sigh.

“Please call me Billy. We do have a unique working relationship don’t we?” You couldn’t respond even if you wanted to, his mouth working miracles against both your nipples, hand kneading and caressing whichever one wasn’t in his mouth. You could feel a tight coiling sensation in your stomach and a torturing ache between you legs. You didn’t hide the whiny noise you made when he pulled away, his lips reddened and wet. “No I’d buy you fancier underthings, expensive ones, ones that are easy to take off. Ones I’d know you’re wearing even if I can’t see them. Then I’d ask to see them on our lunch break, would you let me?”

You were convinced this man was the devil. Teasing you, KNOWING he was teasing you, until you were just a trembling mess before him. The hard wood of the desk bit into the back of you elbows, causing you to lean further back still.

“Y-yes I would.” His head drops low and he lets out a low groan at your words, before lifting it up to examine your skirt once more. Hands drifting to the sides, skating down the back, giving your backside a generous squeeze before hoisting you up and into a seated position on his desk. You squealed at the sudden movement then let your own head fall back as you felt him kneading your thighs over the skirt fabric, tracing up the waistband, plucking at it until it snapped against the soft flesh of your lower back, a cry escaping your lips.

“I’d buy you new skirts all the time, to replace the ones I rip off of you.” The zipper slides down and you shudder feeling the cool air against your bare skin. “Of course they’ll be much shorter than this, so I can see your ass much better from behind my desk as you walk by. And dresses, beautiful dresses that showcase this work of art you’re trying to hide.”

“Mr. Russo- Billy, I-“ there were no words. Your world had shrunk down to each next movement of his hands on your poor aching body. Every new sensation shooting through your nerves, as he trailed up and down the length of your skirt, squeezing your hips and massaging your thighs down to your knees as his fingers grazed back up they paused, finding the seam that had been stitched back up from where it’d caught on the handle. His eyes, black as night caught your own, filled with need, with desire. He never broke contact with yours as his hand gripped at the now flimsy feeling fabric and he pulled, tearing the seam open along with the rest of the skirt, tattered fabric falling to the floor uselessly.

Your blouse had fluttered off at some point in both your movements until you sat on his desk before him in just your pantries. Underwear in a light shade of pink contrasted by the darkness of the black bra you’d been wearing, delicate, sweet. He growled deep in his chest when his eyes lingered on them. You swore you could feel the heat from his stare warming your core as he intently gazed upon it.

“My God.” Was all he said, hands traveling from where they had rested on your knees up to fondle the soft pale fabric. His head shot up from where it had been looking down, lingering. “Lean back.”

You gave him a questioning look, unsure of if you should or not. If you had the strength to move at all. But you pushed away until your back fell against the cool hard wood of his desk, still attempting to prop yourself up to watch him. “Back.” He said again before realizing the stacks of papers and Manila folders you’d brought were impeding your ability to do so. At that he hovered over you, so close you could feel his breath ghosting over your neck, before he pushed all the documents off to the floor. Papers flying, scattering along the ground like confetti, allowing you to fully fall down, a squeaky noise jumping from you as you felt Billy’s touch return to your legs.

“These….we’ll get you more of these.” He said, voice husky, two fingers slipping under the band of your pantries. The light fabric did nothing to conceal the wetness dripping from between your legs, a dark spot growing on the pink fabric. Billy felt himself come undone at the sight, tearing the offending fabric off of you and putting it in his back pocket.

“I promise I’ll be a good boss.” He said, fingers trailing up and down your thigh, scaling upwards over your stomach and caressing your breasts before lightly pinching one of your nipples. “We’ll be working closely together, so meetings like this will be a regular occurrence. I hope you don’t mind- I just like to…keep on top of things.” You nodded vigorously not trusting your voice wouldn’t crack. Billy smirked, removing his own jacket and tossing it on top of the pile of your clothing, rolling up his sleeves, the large expensive watch he had on his wrist clinking with each movement.

You watched him, eyes wide, waiting, feeling so exposed, wondering how it’d gotten so far, how you’d ended up laying on Mr.Russo’s desk when all you’d been asked to do was drop off some paperwork. You’d done it a hundred times before, but with each time your attraction to him became more evident and apparently it wasn’t one sided.

“Alright darlin’ let me see that perfect pussy.” You blushed hard at his words, hesitating but feeling his hands on your knees pushing them open, the feral noise he made seeing you dripping for him nearly had you coming already. The prominent swell in his slacks had you clenching around nothing, he stood back, running a large hand over the front of his pants, cursing as his eyes squeezed shut for a moment.

In a split second you saw him drop to one knee then you felt him. The flat of his tongue running straight up the center of you, your hands flew to the sides of the desk, grasping against the edge, needing to grip something. Billy groaned against your pussy, tongue laving punishing circles around your clit before skillfully sucking on the bundle of nerves before pulling back, a wet pop sounding before he looked up at you.

“Bet you Mr.Donavan doesn’t do this for you. Doesn’t know how to make his girl feel good.” You groaned at his words, gripping the desk so tightly your fingers felt they would bleed. He tapped on your knee, then slid a long fingers through your folds. “Tell me. Does he?”

“N-no..”

“No what?” You bit your lip, sucking in a shallow breath.

“He doesn’t.. make me feel this good.” A wicked grin.

“Does he buy you pretty things? Pretty things like his pretty assistant?” You shook your head, feeling his thumb swipe over your clit again.

“Use your words sweetheart.”

“No. He doesn’t-“ his tongue was on you again, sucking, lapping up your juices, filthy noises coming from below, when he stopped you wanted to cry out at the loss of contact.

“Go on”

“He doesn’t know how to make me feel good. O-or, buy me pretty things.” Billy tsk’d at that, disappointment evident on his face.

“Such a shame. People don’t know how to treat employees these days.” At that he pushed up, unbuckling his pants, letting them fall to the floor, metal buckle clanking. You swallowed thickly seeing the outline of him in his boxers, a new found ache shooting through you. He rolled down his boxers, cock springing forth, hard and leaking. You pushed up onto your elbows to get a better view, he only chuckled, one hand braces against your chest and pushing you back down to the desk gently.

“Don’t worry beautiful, we’ll have more than enough time to see each other once you start working.” You moaned wantonly, but stopped short feeling the tip of him pressing against your entrance insistently, hot and large.

“Billy-“ he paused watching you, waiting for your response. “I can start on Monday.” His devilish grin was back, and he pushed into you, both of you crying out at the sensation.

You felt stretched to your limits, pain skirted pleasure and each new movement had you begging for more. Every thrust of his hips had you rising to meet him stroke for stroke, his hands grip your tightly, feeling him deeper and deeper inside you.

Billy nearly growls against your neck, kissing you up and down as his hips speed up their pace, pulling a sharp gasp from you. You feel yourself creeping closer and closer to the edge.

“Billy I’m- I’m gonna”

“Come for me darlin’, “ you squeeze your eyes shut focusing only on the flurry of pleasure punctuated by each new buck of Billy’s hips. He nips at your neck and you’re clenching hard around him as your orgasm tears through you.

His hips stutter and he groans as he comes after you, thrusting a few more times to milk both your releases for all they’re worth. His head falls to your chest, his ragged breath tickling your skin, as your run a hand along the side of his face, both of you spent and sweaty.

He laughs breathlessly, pushing up off of you, but not before placing a trail of kisses along your chest up your neck and finally a long slow one on your lips.

You chase his mouth when he pulls away, running a hand through his mussed hair. He helps you sit up, paying special care to cleaning you up as you enjoy the feel of his body still in close proximity to yours. You look around at your clothes bundled on the ground, the shirt and bra were still salvageable but the skirt… Billy noticed where you were looking, a beat of recognition and he was up moving towards the closet in his office.

Opening the door he pulled out a hanger, on it a stunning slinky black dress. Your mouth gaped open admiring it as he walked towards you, a shit eating grin on his gorgeous face, holding the dress out to you.

“Here, I was planning to give this to you when you started on Monday but I think It’ll get some use now.” You pulled the dress from the hanger, skimming over the opulent fabric and eyes widening seeing the designer label, looking back up into his dark eyes which glimmered brightly.

“You knew I was gonna relent didn’t you?” He only grinned wider, moving behind you to pull the zipper slowly up your back, his fingers skimming your heated skin as he fixed the closure securely at the top. “What am I going to say when Mr.Donavan asks why I’m dressed in a completely different outfit?” You giggle at the thought.

Billy’s hands fell to your waist,pulling you close to him as he snarled teasingly in the crook of your shoulder.

“Tell him the truth.” You stilled at that thought, before he continued. “That you got a promotion.”