#and just drops a looooooooong ass fuck

[onceandfutureoshainspector]

- i just massacred this guy’s troops (tbf they shot first) and he thinks that’s killer diller of me. yeesh.

     - also, he couldn’t think of a better name than SLAG? he’s apparently leading the FORGED, why is he named after the garbage left behind from smelting?

- apparently some local lad tried to join up for some shit idiot reason, gave SLAG his grandfather’s sword as a bribe, but failed to recognise that these people are fully dick-in-the-peanut-butter and only accept new members who kill like a dozen seasoned veterans or something.

     - SLAG tried to get us to fight to the death but i just started shooting him in the face instead. fuck these KNOCKOFF BROTHERHOOD OF STEEL clowns.

- there’s no explanation of what this does, but i think that’s a FLAMETHROWER mounted on it? man that looks ungainly.

- made it up to the roof. unfortunately there’s a crashed bus completely blocking my view of the JUNKYARD BOSS’ little sniper’s nest, so this was almost a complete waste of time.

- decided to try sniping again from the original direction, but from a looooooooong way away, like right at the edge of V.A.T.S. range.

     - as luck would have it, i’d banked a CRITICAL in my tussles with the FORGED, allowing me to get an auto-hit sneak attack critical headshot with what should have been a 1% chance to hit. idk exactly how much damage i did, but it was enough that i no longer have to worry about a MINI NUKE dropping on my head B)

          - ...i forgot that enemies can trade out their weapons for something better they find lying around, say, on a fallen comrade. so yeah, one of the boss’ lieutentants picked up the FAT MAN and got my ass. luckily i’d saved after getting the boss, but still. grrr.

[heedingsinsmoved]

@bitofthisandthat said : { Negs says KITTY'S turn } 👉

WALK IN ON MY MUSE MEME (closed)

    Kitty’s faucet squeaks as she tightens her bathtub’s knobs, shutting off the flow of hot water into her porcelain tub as it filled to EXACTLY where she liked it to be. Today had been a long one– APPARENTLY the city had a new chief of police. And it was Kitty’s task to get as close to him as possible while feeding factoids and WEAKNESSES to her boss in her downtime. Frankly, the only thing that got her through Ratigan’s insistent yelling and hovering and her newest ‘beau’s’ droning ons was that she could sink into gallons of hot water and bath salts when it was all over. Especially since visitations from a certain mallard had been incredibly sparse lately.

        They both knew at times the other could become preoccupied. Whether it be a job or a cell that kept them apart– these things did happen. And usually she took it in stride. Besides, a few nights without his snide, gravelly voice ringing in her ear did the dancer good. And she was certain that he felt the same way. She COULD be slightly overbearing, herself. He’d certainly never catch her in admitting it, though. But the duck’s absence had been nagging at her as of late. She found herself growing more and MORE disappointed whenever she came home and didn’t see him making himself comfortable in her space as he normally did– that he wasn’t there to give her a dry ‘hello’ as he tossed his own personal keys onto a nearby table. They had gotten into a routine, after all. And it usually ended up with him taking up the other side of her bed, hogging many of her covers while he slept off his latest beatdown. Or with them collapsed in a sweaty heap.

       And despite the fact she knew that HE was just as busy as SHE was, Kitty couldn’t seem to quell the idea that she absolutely and undoubtedly missed him. In more ways than just primal, it seemed.

      The mouse slowly sunk her body into the steaming water, giving out a loud sigh as she laid her head against the lip of the tub. Her aching form was immediately starting to loosen-- the tenseness in her shoulders dissipating as she began to properly RELAX for the first time that day. China doll eyes stared upwards at the ceiling for several minutes, merely letting the water do its job as she settled. But after a few moments, her gaze turns towards her cracked bathroom door-- part of her hoping that she’d see a flash of yellow or black. But, instead, Kitty sees nothing but the glow of her bedside table lamp.

    An audible huff of disappointment huffs through her pink nose and the mouse bites her lip, gaze drifting back up to the ceiling. When WAS he coming back? If she had known there was going to be such a gap this time around, Kitty would have pestered him a little bit more for his attention the last time she had seen the crook. She would have done.... a lot more if she had known Negaduck was going to be taking his sweet ass time getting back to her.

      Kitty’s thick lashes flutter shut, and she inhales deeply, dropping a hand below the water’s surface, resting at the swell of her hip at first. She taps her fingers beneath the water against her skin as she ponders just WHEN the criminal will be making a reappearance. He could be a couple days… a couple weeks. Who truly knew with his ever-turbulent schedule? The dancers hand begins to wander as her longing fully begins to make itself present within her. If Negaduck wasn’t around… surely, Kitty could take care of herself. She had done so long before he arrived in her life, after all… Why should she WAIT for her appetite to be satiated?

     Her fingertips slide delicately between her thighs, lingering over the lissome flesh between her thigh and sex as she did so-- as if she were hesitating on acting on the desire that was steadily claiming her hazy mind. But with a hum, her fingers sunk to her folds. Manicured fingers slowly trace her lips, eliciting more soft sounds from the dancer. She smiles, deciding to go farther. Her digits stroke over herself a few more times before settling on her clit. She drags her index and middle finger around in slow circles, teasing the tender skin in alternating circular rounds. The water is jostled as Kitty shifts, stretching out one leg so her ankle rest over the edge of the tub-- offering her more space to work on herself. If Drake wasn’t around... SOMEONE HAD TO after all. A warmth was spreading slowly from her center and climbing up her spine as her speed increased-- causing stifled grunts to call into the echoing room. Despite this, Kitty abruptly stops-- frowning to herself before she pulled her pulled her leg back into the water. The mouse sits up and eyes a basket that rested next to her bath on the floor. To some it would look like the standard bathroom filler-- a whickered basket filled with magazines. But hidden amid them is a wand vibrator that Kitty kept just for situations like these. Immediately she leans forward and makes a grab for the toy, squinting at the buttons once it was close enough. She clicks against the silicone and its motor starts abruptly-- her smile was back as the mouse laid herself back against the porcelain. Kitty’s curvaceous leg goes back to its prior position and she wastes no time in resuming her ministrations, the buzzing sound of her toy muffling as it was submerged.

    With one hand firmly placed below her stomach, the mouse spreads her folds with two fingers. The other hand had the wand held tightly in her grasp and was dragging its rounded head along her folds. In her mind, she was conjuring a fantasy-- a dirty little movie that could encourage her. She was on a bed-- her wrists bound above her and her naked form was splayed out, ready to be taken by HIM. The duck smirked over her in her vision, crawling over her and muttering disgusting promises all the while as he glanced over her with uncovered and hungry eyes. His bill dragged along her thighs, his hands forcing her legs open even farther so he could dive forward, biting and marking her inner thighs until his mouth sunk to her cunt....

        Kitty touches the head of her vibrator to her clit and immediately gives out an elongated moan, her spine arching in pleasure against the toy.  ❛  Oooooh-- Feathers~ ❜  she cooed, thumb flicking out on her toy to increase the speed. The increase causes Kitty to moan again, louder and with another jolt of her form in the water. But her dirty little film was still progressing-- Negaduck’s bill had sunk to her wet petals, his tongue dragging possessively through them until he decided to suck harshly and pointedly at her clit. Kitty’s hips urged up in the water, landing suddenly back down in splash that nearly jostled the water out from the tub. But, still, the English woman presses on. His tongue was lapping at her sloppily, his hands gripping her ass tightly in his palms. She wanted it to hurt-- she wanted him to mark her skin beneath her fur in any way he could. God what she would GIVE for him to touch her right now-- The whirling of the wand was matching up very nicely with her picture, her wrist twirling at a more quickened pace. The hand Kitty was using to spread herself moves, grappling for one of her breasts in search for further stimulation. She rolls her palm against her peak before her fingers pinch at the pink poking out beneath her white fur. Another long call gives, and her nails then grasp her breast fully, her sharp nails pressing hard to her skin in a needy grab. The mouse gives out a deep seethe, flicking her thumb over the button again to increase the speed of her toy one final time. Her voice is now a series of broken moans and whimpers, hips breaching up through the water and landing back down hard against the cool stone beneath her.

     With all her commotion, how could she have heard the creak of her floorboards as a certain duck ventured into her bedroom? How could she see his figure moving in the crack of her door?

       The mouse cups herself again, a strong tingling starting in her legs and shooting up her spine as she claws at her chest. Meanwhile, the duck was growling against her heat—muttering filth and vile between his attentions. Fingers thrust then curled inside of her, his tongue lashing out in a mess of slobber. ❛  Fuck—Ah! Aaaaaah!......N..Ne— DRA--!! Oh, darling~! ❜  She pressed the buzzing tip hard against herself and her little form thrusts up from the water in a climactic arch, water finally spilling over and soaking her rug and tiled floors with the harshness of her gesture. This moment seemed to be IT for her undetected company as the door to her bathroom suddenly went flying open. Kitty was broken from her stupor—her fantasy cut short as her head flashed around to look at the offender who dared to disrupt such a personal moment. The grin on his bill was wide, the smug amusement blatant and the rush of joy that buzzed through the mouse was undeniable. Before, she would have possibly been embarrassed by being caught. But they crossed the line of ‘embarrassment’ looooooooong ago. If anything, she was perhaps a bit annoyed he hadn’t arrived sooner.

   Kitty coos at the duck, lifting her still buzzing toy from the depths of her bath and brandishing it with a flourish and a lust heavy smirk. ❛  I would have waited for you, Feathers…. But … you didn’t call me, ❜  she hums, looking to her wand and hitting the button to turn it off. All the while, her half lidded blues never leave him—her smirk never wavering. ❛  Whoopsies. ❜  She tosses it on the ground unceremoniously and smiles at him coyly, pulling her leg into the bath so she could twirl herself around, her bare chest now hanging out over the edge as she extends her arms out towards him. Her tail was behind her, waving coquettishly as she made grasps at the air—telling the duck to COME. HERE.

       Reality was so much better than fantasy, after all.

                    ❛  -- Water’s still warm if you would like to take a dunk ~ ❜

[stress-bob]

HERE WE GO

Ok. Worked out, cleaned my room, paid credit card payment, paid rent, posted my probably-wont-make-progress-but-maybe progress picture, and smoked a bowl. My body is ready.

So I was talking about what happened around the time Dea and I broke up recently with a friend, and made me think that it’s been awhile since i’ve sorted through it. Figured why not put as much as I can remember down ~a year and a half later.

Buckle up buttercup,This gonna be looooooooong.

My order of things might be a little muddled, there was a lot going on at the same time.

So let’s back up to before we actually broke up!

For about a year prior I was getting real stressed out about my job. I was in a customer service position working for her Dad actually. He owned a Diesel shop, and had a Company owner in Italy who he was buddies with. Marco (italy guy), asked him to set up a place in the US to service his customer base.

I was going to college at the time, and decided I didn’t want to pass up a really interesting opportunity. I’m mostly glad I did. Anyway, I dropped out to work full time here and ended up making some good money. Most of what I did was answer phone calls and help people solve issues (99.9% of the time they caused) . At some point we started going to trade shows, and that was super super fun. I would fly out, set up a pop up tent and the whole shebang.

I was also sent to Mexico two different times for something similar. Except this one, it was with our distributor who was huge. They took their top 100 dealers on a “land cruise” (used to be an actual one, but they do resorts now), and about 25 manufacturers would pay ~20k to fund and attend this. During 3 of the 6 days, the 100 dealers would be set up at tables or 5. Basically think of speed dating. We’d each go around and give a 30 minute pitch about our product to these guys, answer questions, etc. I believe it was 4-5 hours each of the 3 days. You’d think an introvert like me would have a hard time with that, but it was actually a BLAST.

So what was the issue with the job?

Two big things. Dea’s dad (Rip), and a co worker of mine. I worked with a buddy of mine Adam, and he was fantastic. But we had this other co worker who was an old hick from Idaho (buddy of Rip’s) who was to handle our forum and some online stuff. For most of the time I worked with him it was fine. At some point he got really nasty. We had our own forum going on, and a buddy of his helped set it up for us. There were a lot of stupid things that happened surrounding that.

So eventually he’s outright hurling insults at me basically daily on the private side of this form (for a WHILE), and Rip wouldn’t do shit about it. On top of that, Rip had his own shitshow of a shop to run on top of it, and he’s old and tired. But he wouldn’t really give us the autonomy we needed so we could prioritize and get things done with what we had. We can’t be expected to try to learn fucking SEO while answering calls, updating the website, doing sales etc etc infinity fucking etc. Too much do be done with two people, and it was all expected to be done.

Eventually I was donezos, sent him a longwinded 2000 word email about exactly what I had problems with and why i was leaving (prob still have it).

So during the culmination of my work bullshit, that’s when Dea and I’s problems are starting to come to a crossroad. To be completely fair with myself, this was a long time coming. Tbh not sure exactly how long, but it probably should have been over before this went down.

We’ve always had communication problems. I think fundamentally we just don’t understand each-other well. Sure we both could have pointed out a lot of habits and what each would have done in certain situations, things we liked. But that’s not really the type of understanding i’m talking about.

The first time I realized something might happen is when she asked me about how I felt about polyamory. It’s something I had thought about before, because other women are definitely attractive. But with how long we’d been together, I knew it would bring up a lot of really jealous feelings that wouldn’t be pretty. So when she asked, I answered pretty matter-of-factly that it wasn’t going to work for me.

Looking back she was watching a lot of shows about poly life around this time, fun tidbit.

I wouldn’t say this answer upset her necessarily....but she was clearly idk, put off? Maybe disappointed.

IIRC she eventually asked again, and my answer remained the same. I think this was what spurred the discussion of “I don’t know if this what I want”. I did know what I wanted. She didn’t. What else can I do but wait until she does figure it out? I’m not that type of person that’s going to try and influence her. I could have tried to convince her she would be happy if she stayed or some bullshit. I loved her, and if not being with me is the way it needs to be? Them’s the breaks. I was also so SO tired emotionally. I had nothing left to give at that point.

So she breaks up with me. I think I left to walk to 7-11 at this point, because I needed a break. I don’t actually remember that well. I wasn’t around her right then, regardless. Maybe we were in our room when we broke up. Anyway Not that long after she breaks up with me(5 mins, half hour?), she’s crying and didn’t want to break up.

And of course I didn’t either. That lasted about a month, and she does it for real. Now here’s where the fun stuff started!

Sometime before or shortly after this I found out my Mom has an autoimmune disease that will kill her sooner or later. It’s very possible this is what her contributed to her mom dying when I was 8. So scary stuff yeah?

I quit my job, because FUCK that noise. It was too much.

I stayed living in the same house, but different room. Big mistake. I trusted her ability to communicate too much. Not that mine was stellar (we’ll get into this).

My parents divorce. Which hey, go be happy Mom! Again, sorry Dad, them’s the breaks. Happened to me to not even a month prior. But no, they both decided to be giant shitters. I think my Mom definitely did worse things to him, and to the family. He definitely said some nasty shit too though.

My mom decides to encourage my dad to go visit some family in Ohio (maybe he was thinking about it already? he reconnected with them recently at this point). By the time he comes back, she has a “friend” staying in the house. I feel like she said he was just staying for a while. Well my dad aint dumb, and this is the guy that has been in love with my mom forever, apparently.

She lied to the family a bunch, introduced my sisters kid to Frank even though she SPECIFICALLY told her not to. Her fucking kid’s grandparents split up. Shes like 7 for fucks sake. My sister was LIVID. Like didn’t let my mom see her granddaughter for many months livid. It’s hard to get that trust back. On top of lying to my sister plenty etc etc.  I don’t even want to get into frank right now.

I also had about 9 grand saved up at this point, and decided to not work for awhile and take care of my mental state. I literally could not work anymore after the breakup, and my parents bullshit. Another side note, but a root canal decided to cost me $1500 out of pocket a few months in. Probably like $2k total with the other stuff. Great timing, life. I think I was doing a “staycation” for like, 8 months? ish?

So here I was, jobless (had $$ tho tbf), freshly broken up with, super fucking depressed, stuck in the middle of my parents bullshit when i don’t even have enough for myself (and i’m a grown ass fucking adult too)[[, and just generally lost. Really really lost.

I just remembered. Something that made me pretty angry at the time (guess what leads to resentment?). Very shortly after we broke up, Jordan (the good friend he is), decides to try and set up a guys night for me at john’s house (jordan lived with karis at this point). Of course the bros say “hell yeah!” as they are wonderful. We invite Dex too, because why not?

The time rolls around, Jordan can’t go. Dex does show up at some point. Here’s what happened: Dea was really hurt because people were all getting together to make me feel better, i guess? I don’t remember the wording but....i think she felt like nobody was being her friend in that moment I guess? It was her home alone. And for context we got together every saturday for years pretty much, so I do kinda get it. She was also actually pretty mad at Dex because he showed up. She didn’t invite ANYBODY to do anything. So Jordan had to stay with Karis to comfort her, basically.

Like dude. YOU broke up with me. I get it was also really hard for you too, but put the shoe on the other foot for a goddamned second and consider how I felt in all this. Also consider I didn’t set any of this up. Also consider that you didn’t tell anybody that you needed a friend. I did. Don’t get mad at us for this, fuck.

Here’s where the “this-is-why-i-shoulda-moved-out” happens.

Let me say this up front. I expected Dea to bring back dates. This was definitely part of the deal of still living there. I get it. And I did figure she will be comfortable finding someone sooner, given the poly thing.

She brought someone over about 2 months after we broke up, and had mentioned nothing about this.

Now how this played out, was the night before she says “Hey i’m gonna have a friend over tomorrow”. I just say ok. Didn’t really matter because I didn’t have anywhere I could just go on moments notice like that. Coupla days to figure it out woulda been nice, thanks.

Turns out, it’s a dude that been over before. He was Taylors husband (they were poly before they split) who was at our holloween party like half a year before. To top it off, I got to hear the wonderful sounds of them having sex down the hall. Fucking thanks for that. Happened twice too.

You just shut down yeah? Or maybe that’s just me. How am I supposed to feel 2 months after breaking up a 9 year, third of my fucking life relationship, and within 2 months you’re banging a dude while i’m like 2 rooms over AND CAN HEAR YOU. And a dude that’s been over before for the cherry. FUCK man. I still get a little animated about that one.

Those were the big things. A great way to wrap up the whole burrito though? Dex and I were both given 1 months notice to leave from Rip. MY understanding of the local law was that 2 months is required if you’ve been month to month for more than 1 year (6 years...). He didn’t care, or knew I wouldn’t lawyer up. Whatever. The last and final fuck you was the day I went to get the rest of my shit. BEFORE the time on the notice, the locks were changed. Here I am, at 8 in the morning with a U haul we rented, and we can’t get in the house to get my stuff. What. The. Flying. Fuck.

I sure as shit wasn’t going to talk to Dea at ALL at this point, so I called him and he came down. And he sat there the entire time waiting for us and doing bills. Jesus fuck dude. Like, you think i’m gonna murder your daughter or something ffs?

I think I got most of it. I’ve got some stuff with my current living situation, but it’s really peanuts compared to everything else. I‘m also like, idk fairly happy right now too in general so. I’ve grown a lot, and that gives me some comfort.