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[veltana]

Such a bad day

✦ Pairing: Ari Levinson/Fem!Reader/Jake Jensen ✦ Word count: ~2,2k ✦ Rating: Explicit ✦ Warnings/tags: Fluff and smut... that's basically it! Also, pwp, oral (fem receiving), vaginal sex, anal sex, double penetration, unprotected sex, creampie. ✦ Summary: You're moping because it's raining but Ari and Jake know how to turn that frown into something else. ✦ Note: This is my very late entry for @bigtreefest's Summer Lovin’ 300 Follower Celebration and I chose the prompt rain spoils your summer outdoor plans. It turned out so much dirtier than I intended, but in my defense I was suffering from The Hornies 🙈 As always, reblogs, comments and ask are very welcome!

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With a sigh, you stare out through the large windows at the pouring rain, arms crossed, frowning, as if your displeasure will magically make the storm clear. You're supposed to get ready for the beach, not get ready to sit inside all day.

Just as you're about to sigh again, a pair of strong arms wrap around you from behind.

“Don't look so glum, Sunshine, we'll stay inside and play games instead,” Jake says and rests his chin on the top of your head. “But I looked forward to going to the beach,” you pout. “We're on vacation after all!”

Next, a wide torso blocks your view and tilts your head up with a pair of fingers. Ari's blue eyes meet yours and there is compassion in them, along with what you've learned to recognize as mischief. “I know a few games I would love to play,” his voice is low and you know exactly what it means.

This vacation is for the three of you to have time to be with each other. Between work, them being gone at different times for anything from a few days to months, and not knowing in what capacity they'll come back, it's nice to get out of the city and focus on each other. Right now, they want to focus on you.

Jake chuckles behind you. “How many orgasms can we pull from Sunshine here until she begs for mercy?” He guesses. Ari smiles wickedly in response. “Or how long will it take for her to beg you to fuck her in the ass.”

Jake and you moan in unison, making Ari chuckle. “I bet we can make you forget about the beach in just a few minutes. And if not I'll buy you that car you were drooling over yesterday.”

That is a win-win situation for you and you have no doubt which scenario will win. Jake's hands have already started to travel. Up your arms to your shoulders, lightly squeezing them, before finding the zipper to your dress between your shoulder blades and sliding it down. Ari pushes the straps off and the dress pools at your feet.

“Oh, fuck,” Jake curses. You can’t help the smile splitting your face because you're wearing his favorite panties.

“Sunshine, look at you,” Ari’s fingertips brush the underside of your bare breast, causing the nipple to stiffen to a firm peak. “I’ll never get tired of seeing you naked.”

You place your hand on his cheek and draw your thumb over his beard in a caress. “Right back at you.”

The sweet moment is interrupted by Jake’s mouth descending on your shoulder, kissing and nipping. Your eyes flutter shut with a moan. Ari grips your hand and kisses the inside of your palm, then down your wrist and upper arm. You’ll never grow tired of feeling their lips on you, it makes you melt, and it’s as if you don’t have care in the world.

Together they shower you with kisses and love bites, letting their hands explore your skin. It's nothing new for them but they still act like every inch of skin is newly discovered. There is thunder in the distance, and the rain is getting more intense, but you’re certainly no longer thinking of the spoiled beach trip. There is a pulse in your body that encompasses all.

Jake turns your head carefully, claiming your mouth thoroughly before releasing you to Ari, who does the same, before Jake starts walking backward, taking you with him while Ari follows. Ari breaks away from you as Jake sits on the couch and you fall into his lap. “Sunshine,” he says low in your ear. “I wanna fuck your ass.”

Both you and Ari laugh. It’s no secret how much Jake loves that, and you do too, especially if Ari is inside you at the same time.

“Patient, Jake,” Ari huffs and kneels between your legs, pulling off your panties. Jake spreads his thighs, taking yours with him, and in a heartbeat, you're open for Ari’s taking. “I need to have my fill first.”

He lifts your foot and kisses your ankle, caressing and massaging your thigh before his lips travel up the soft skin on the inside. He places it on his shoulder before leaning in.

A high-pitched whimper leaves you when Ari’s mouth lands on your pussy, but he won’t let you just get what you want. His touch is maddeningly light, just enough to make your clit throb uncomfortably hard.

Jake’s hands cup your breasts, squeezing just the way you like it before pinching your nipples. “Or let me come all over your tits.” Jake knows you love it when they come on you, mark you in the most primal way.

At that moment, Ari chooses to softly suck your clit into his mouth. “Whatever you want!” you moan loudly. It’s almost embarrassing how quickly they make you a blubbering mess, ready to do anything to have your release.

Ari’s tongue is doing devilish things to your cunt. Then he picks up the pace and a second later, two fingers plummet into your cunt. “Fuck!” you moan. “Yeah, I agree,” Jake’s face is right beside yours, watching as he casually plucks at your nipples. “He’s so good at that. Love it too!” You feel him smirk as he continues. “Loves the taste, the feel. Love you.”

“Ahaa! Love-love you too. Please make me come! Please please please!” It’s hard to stay still when you’re this close to coming. The nerves in your body are like fireworks. It’s too much, almost painful and you want to get away from it at the same time you want to press Ari's face into you and grind on his tongue. Luckily, Jake is strong and keeps you pressed against him with one hand splayed over your sternum and the other at the base of your throat.

When you shatter you do it with a cry of Ari’s name, his lips and fingers work you through it just as expertly as he made you come.

Blissed out you lean heavily against Jake, nuzzling into the side of his neck, thinking Ari's going to fuck you now. But his mouth never leaves, lapping all over your cunt, sucking his fingers clean before plunging his tongue into your hole.

“Ari,” you whine. But Jake hushes you and you're subjected to the torture of Ari pulling another two orgasms from you before they show you mercy.

Ari kisses your thighs, up your stomach and finally your lips. It tastes of you but you don't mind. As soon as he's done, Jake turns your head and you give him your mouth. He groans as he sucks on your tongue. Your moan mixes with a giggle at his silly little antic.

Ari smiles as he sits at the corner of the couch, legs spread. “Now Sunshine, you get to decide. Pussy and mouth or pussy and ass?”

You whine in protest. Ari's dick is so heavenly thick to have in your throat while Jake fucks you, but the thought of being dp'd with their fat cocks is a sensation there is no match for.

You crawl over to Ari, sitting on his thighs and unbuttoning his pants before leaning your head onto his chest and looking over your shoulder. “Get the lube Jake,” you say and wiggle your butt at him.

He stands up and tears open a pocket in his cargo shorts to pull out a tube you recognize. His shit-eating grin is so cute and hot. It cracks you right up. Ari isn't immune to it either and smiles as Jake starts to strip.

The laughter stops in your throat as Jake's gaze takes on that dark look that makes you weak. Biting your lip you turn to look up at Ari, his eyes looking much the same. His large hands come up and caress your sides. “Take out my cock,” he orders softly. A shiver runs through you as you do as he says. The weight in your hand is as exciting as it's comforting.

Jake's palms slide over your cheeks, parting them and groaning. “Ari, put your cock in, I wanna see you fill her cunt.” His voice is wrecked. “You heard him, Sunshine. You know what to do.”

Sitting up straighter you raise yourself, but before doing as they ask you make sure to swipe Ari's tip over your soaked cunt, slicking him up, teasing him as he did you earlier. “Fuck!” He moans. “You made me so wet, Ari! Jake could probably use it to fuck my ass.” “Don't tempt me,” Jake almost growls.

Then you lower yourself on Ari's cock and sink down easily. “That's so good!” You close your eyes and lean your head back, rocking back and forth. “Such a good girl Sunshine, taking my cock so well,” Ari murmurs and lifts his hip, fucking into you. “Gonna be just as good and take Jake too?”

You nod, but continue to move while Jake uncapps the lube. You stop with great effort, leaning into Ari, and look at Jake. Jake always prepares you perfectly. He makes sure to go slow and it never hurts. The problem is that you think you’re ready way before he does. “I can take it now Jake,” you urge while grinding your clit against Ari. But he only tsks at you and adds more lube before pressing in a third finger, moving and scissoring them. Your entire body trembles, from restraint and excitement. It’s to the point where it’s almost too much again. You need him inside too, or you’re going to die! “Please, Jake, please. It’ll fit, I promise!”

“Damn, Sunshine, don’t stay shit like that,” but he pulls out his fingers and slicks himself up generously with lube. As he presses inside your eyes roll back into your head. Your whole body vibrates with pleasure from being so full. “Is it too much Sunshine?” Ari asks as he observes you, but you shake your head. “I'm good, I'm good, don't stop!” All three of you are panting by the time Jake bottoms out. He keeps cursing under his breath about it being so tight. You take a few deep breaths, then move.

The first time it happened both Jake and Ari came incredibly fast, almost embarrassingly, but they made it up to you until they were ready to go again. It's not something you do often, it's an indulging treat for the three of you.

The movements are small but not much is needed anyway. Jake keeps cursing between the moaning and grunting. Ari's fingers keep flexing on your hips, he's itching to take over but he knows to wait for you.

A tingling feeling starts building, but you know it’s much better when they get you there. You relax, staying still, and without needing to tell them they take over. It’s as if they’re telepathic, or maybe they have just been together long enough to just know, because they move in perfect sync. One slides out while the other slides in.

“Damn, Sunshine, this is so good. You don't even understand!” Jake pants. With a whine, you look at him over your shoulder. There is a thin sheen of sweat on his upper body and his glasses are askew. Bracing yourself on Ari’s chest, you beg, “Kiss me, Jakie!” He leans in and obliges without faltering his pace, licking into your mouth and playing with your tongue. “Keep doing that, she's so tight,” Ari says between clenched teeth. Then he pinches your nipple, making you cry out into the kiss.

“You sound so sexy,” Jake tells you when he takes a breath. “I wanna make you scream the whole day, until the neighbors call the cops.” “Mhm! Mhm! Mhm!” you nod. “I'm so close, Sunshine!” Ari tells you. “But I need you to come first. I want you to squeeze me like a vice when I fill your sweet cunt.”

You angle your hips, making sure your clit rubs against Ari's pelvis. His blue eyes are almost black from lust as you use him to chase your orgasm. “So close!” you say. “Yeah, I know you are. Come on Sunshine, let us hear you come, let us feel your body shake with it.” Ari rumbles. “Fuck, that's good,” Jake's thrusts get more intense, his hips meeting your ass with loud slaps.

You concentrate on the sensation, letting the heat swell in your center, and spread through your limbs, making your arms and legs shake. It surges until it’s as if you're going to lose your mind and then it crashes through you like a tidal wave, pushing a scream out through your mouth, your body seizing with the force. Jake is right behind you with a curse of your name, and then Ari thrusts up hard into you and comes with a growl.

The rain patters on the window as you collapse against Ari's chest and the three of you catch your breath. Afterward, you cuddle on the couch, leaning against Jake with your feet in Ari's lap. A movie plays on the TV but you barely notice it. You feel sated and warm. They absolutely made you forget about the spoiled breach trip and it wasn't such a bad day after all.

[queen-of-reptiles]

𝚂𝚄𝙽𝚂𝙴𝚃𝚂 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚂𝙴𝙰

description: while walking alone back home along the beach, mary meets a few strangers, who teach her how to play volleyball, - her eyes are drawn however, to a better view.

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mary fowler x female reader

disclaimer: this is all fiction! Do not take any of this seriously.

warnings: just plain cuteness, like a few kisses and curse words but mainly just fluff and mutual pining

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y/n kept her eye on the volley ball - she and her friends were on the beach, as usual, the Australian sun setting over them, the temperature perfect in the sense of they could play without sweating but it was still warm.

"Spike!" Jake called and y/n jumped, pushing the ball with a harsh slap, the ball landing at Sally's feet who groans.

"I couldn't get my hand out in time ya cu-" Sally begins, but Jamie shoves her, the boy chuckling.

"Rotate." y/n adds, skipping from the court to umpire so her friend Melanie could have a go, they were an odd number today, with Sally, Jake, Mikey, Jamie and y/n.

y/n was watching the game when she saw her, a girl walking in shorts, her shoes in her hand watching them play, watching y/n shout out suggestions as they did.

The two met eyes, both blushing slightly as they did so. y/n chocked on her own spit, turning to bend and grab her water to take a long swig.

The girl was beautiful, she was stunning, and she was walking toward y/n. The panic that flooded through y/n's body was instant when she noticed the girl coming over.

"Hi." The girl smiled.

"Gd'evening." y/n hummed, watching as Mikey tried to spike but Sally manages to block it.

"Looks like fun." the girl says, tucking a strand of dark hair behind her ear.

"Oh, it is, but we're an uneven amount today - so I'm sat out for now." y/n explains.

"Well, if you guys can teach me, I can play?" The girl offers and y/n grins, she offers her hand to the beautiful girl.

"y/n." She introduces and the girl smiles.

"Mary." The girl smiles, shaking y/n's hand.

"Right listen up dick-heads." y/n calls, stopping the game but Jamie does roll his eyes at her. "If we can teach Mary how to play, she'll join in." y/n explains, Mary smiling sheepishly.

"Awesome." Jamie nods.

"Yeah great!" Mikey grins kindly.

"Sounds good." Sally adds.

"Let's do this!" Jake finishes and the group start.

They first dissect the game, Mary smiling as they explain what happens and the different type of hits. Then once they had done that, they taught her the positions of the court.

Mary was funny, she had a really pretty smile and y/n couldn't help but have to shut her eyes every few minutes to try and fight the thoughts about Mary's body.

Sally kept looking over at y/n, smirking with a knowing look in her eyes as she tried to focus on Mary and helping her play. Once Mary had warmed up a bit, y/n was teaching her how to serve.

"You want to keep your hands strong, pushing from the shoulder not the wrist." y/n explains.

"Okay." Mary nods. "Like this?" She then asks and y/n hums, moving behind her to guide her hands.

"Like this." y/n continues, not noticing the way her lips brushed Mary's ear, or the way the girl had stopped completely, trying not to sink into the warmth of y/n's chest.

"Okay." Mary breathed, Sally and Jake both sent each other a look, rolling their eyes as y/n stepped away, Mary looking back slightly with red cheeks.

Mary pushed the ball in the air, keeping her hand hard and pushing through it with her shoulder, the serve going over the net easily which caused the group to cheer.

"You got it." y/n grins and Mary smiles.

"Team time!" Sally yells. She then looks around. "Oh it is so girls vs boys." Sally then says and Jake laughs jokingly.

"Oh this will be so easy. You hit like a girl." He teases his girlfriend.

"And you whine like a boy." Sally teases him back making Jake pause and look at her confused.

"I'm not whining." Jake begins, but y/n lightly throws the ball at his face, it bouncing off his forehead and top of his nose and back into y/n's arms, causing Jake to whine and rub his head.

Jamie sighs at him and Jake pauses, realising he had fallen for Sally and y/n's trap, they high five without looking toward each other and Mary giggles behind them.

"Okay, let's play!" Mikey says, jumping up and down excitedly.

Over the next hour it was obvious the teams were very well matched, they were neck and neck in terms of victorious games and as they played the decider, they were once again a point in difference.

Mary was good, she was quick and seemed to have very good stamina, she was athletic and strong, y/n could see that in the way her muscles tensed when she jumped for a ball or hit one.

Ten minutes before their final game, Mary had taken her top off so she was wearing her swimsuit, and while y/n and her friends were already like that, y/n's mouth dropped.

Sally snorted as y/n looked away from Mary's toned arms and exposed back, she tried to ignore the giggles coming from Sally as y/n internally panicked.

Now, they were on the last game and y/n just knocked the ball over the net, Jamie running forward to hit it up and trying to get it over, y/n tipped it over again, Jake running forward to get it.

Then as it came back over, Mary spiked it into the back of the court, the ball bouncing as Mikey squealed in the hope it would help him get it.

y/n and Sally cheer, y/n moving over to pull Mary into a hug, ignoring the way Mary's hands feel on the bottom of her exposed back. Sally joins in on the hug, the three girls cheering.

"Yeah, yeah, we get it you won." Jake says and y/n laughs flipping him off as she grabs her bag.

"Whose up for drinks?" She asks and everyone's hands go up other than Mary. "You coming?" y/n asks, offering her hand.

"That okay?" Mary asks and the loud sound of 'yes; and 'of course' comes from the group.

"Come on, first round on me." y/n adds with a smile and Mary grins.

"Okay." She chuckles and takes y/n's hand, blushing as y/n squeezes it slightly, but Mary keeps their fingers looped as they walk away.

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The evening had now faded into very early morning, Mary and y/n were the only ones left, walking along the beach, talking about everything.

Mary explained to the group what she did and they were all mightily impressed. Sally and Jake went on to explain they were in university with y/n which was how they met and that Mikey ran a parkour park with his family.

"I just like being with kids, and I love beach sports." y/n shrugs, Mary smiling softly as y/n got bashful about what she wanted to do.

y/n had always loved the beach, she assumed it was because she was Australian through and through, but really she just loved the beach.

So, y/n had been at university for business studies and sports science, hoping to run a beach sports club for children once she got out, teaching surfing, volleyball, body boarding, the works.

"I think it sounds like a great idea." Mary promises. "You could even teach soccer." She adds, nudging y/n's shoulder and making her laugh.

"I don't know about that, I'm no Matilda." She teases Mary who rolls her eyes. "I hope you have enjoyed today, I'm sure being on Christmas break means you're meant to relax, so I hope we helped." y/n tells Mary who smiles.

Mary had come home during the break in the WSL, wanting to be with her family for Christmas and New Years, but she would soon be heading back off to the UK.

"You did. I really enjoyed today." Mary smiles.

"Good." y/n nods. Mary looks over at her, the two now back in their tops and watching the sea as the clock neared 2 am.

"You're really pretty." Mary said quietly, a soft smile on her face as she admired y/n's side profile, the girl turning to face Mary.

"So are you." y/n smiled shyly.

"Could we maybe spend some more time together?" Mary asks. "Just us, before I go?" She then asks and y/n smiles holding out her hand for Mary to take, which she does.

"I'd really like that." y/n nods and Mary grins, blushing slightly as she moves to put her head on y/n's shoulder.

"I'd really like it too." Mary says and y/n smiles out at the ocean.

"I'm really glad you decided to walk down the beach today Fowler." y/n chuckled and Mary giggled.

"So am I." Mary agreed.

The two sat there for a bit longer, sharing whispers and giggles before they got up and started to walk back to Mary's, hands linked as they moved through the quiet streets around them.

Once they got to Mary's door, the two stood talking softly for a moment, longer, eyes drinking each other in as much as they could, despite having already exchanged numbers and arranged to meet tomorrow.

"Good night Mary." y/n smiled softly and Mary pecked her cheek. "You missed." y/n hummed and Mary giggled, leaning up to peck y/n on the lips.

y/n moved her hand, cupping the back of Mary's neck to keep their lips together for just a moment longer, y/n had been thinking of doing this the second she had joined the volleyball game.

The two pulled away and y/n couldn't help but grin as Mary blushed, y/n let her hand leave the back of Mary's neck to run over her pink cheek.

"I'll see you tomorrow, pretty girl." y/n promises Mary and the girl nods before y/n winks and walks away, looking back just once to see Mary jumping up and down in front of her door.

y/n smiled, looking away and walking home, suddenly deciding she was very glad for volleyball.

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[velvet-paradox]

Dream

Fandom: Call of Duty Pairing: König x Female reader/Velveteen Summary: 70's porn star! AU <-- that's it… that's the whole thing Length: LONG ( I got carried away & I am NOT sorry) Warnings: NSFW 18+ ONLY, strong language, explicit content, sex work, a little misogyny, tobacco mentions, alcohol consumption, vaginal fingering, blow job mentions, unprotected p in v, creampies, coworkers to lovers, a little somnophilia, heavily detailed smut. ENJOY!!!

You thought it was a dream, surely it was some made up mirage. There was no one and no way someone was calling you this late into the night. But alas, you blinked your blurry eyes open, one at a time, just to be sure your mind wasn't playing a terrible trick on you.

But it was terribly true.

You fumbled your hand around for the receiver, gripping it as if you were about to bash whoever was on the opposite end right in the nose.

"Hullo?" Your tired voice asked, flinging your other hand over your eyes. There was some shuffling and ruffling sounds, someone was shouting in the background and Rhiannon by Fleetwood Mac could be faintly heard through the chaos.

"This better be fucking important."

"Y/N! Oh thank fuck, I need a favor." It was Tammy, your agent sounding frantic as she cursed at someone nearby.

"Now?"

"Yes now! The new girl must've been nervous as shit to film because she showed up fucking trashed, we can't use her." Tammy huffed into the phone. "We're losing time and money!"

"What's that got to do with me, Tam?"

"An I.O.U. I swear I'll make it up to you if you can get your ass up and ready to film. I can get you a car in ten minutes." Tammy was good people, always put you first even if her brash tone and stony glare had others hightailing it out of her office. Sometimes they were crying; men and women.

"Who's shoot is it?" You asked with a huff as you sadly came to the conclusion that you were not going back to bed at 2:45AM. It was a Wednesday night for fucks sake!

"The Colonel." Tammy's voice flinched.

"Seriously?"

"Come on please Y/N, be sweet for me ok? I'll do your laundry for a week… no a month! Dry cleaning too, you name it you got it. Plus," you could hear the click of a lighter followed by a deep inhale, no doubt another cigarette burning between her chapped but painted lips. "I'll even give you a "$300 advance."

"You do know we're not on speaking terms, right?"

Tammy snorted. "What? Since when?"

"Since Going Down in the Valley! He really gave me an earful on how I should've done better and stretched my jaw before coming to set. So I told him in not so many words that I'm not one of his little soldiers that he can boss around. He didn't like that too much."

You said with a sigh, remembering the stern look he gave down his nose, over his entire head covering. His crossed over massive arms and tilted his head with a click of his teeth. He really didn't like it when you mirrored his posture.

"We'll figure it out when you get here, yeah? For me please, Y/N? You know your my best girl and honestly you're really the only one who can thoroughly handle him." Tammy swindled her way into your veins and answer.

It was tempting. A little too tempting as you weighed your options. Rent was due, the fridge was a little lacking, you needed gas…

She practically squealed with delight as you agreed to the offer, hanging up the phone to take a quick shower and grab your to-go bag before the car arrived.

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Once on the set, or what was today's mansion and master bedroom of choice, Tammy had rushed up to you with a make-up bag and a flash-in-the-pan hug. She thrusted the two page script to your chest. After curling your lashes and sweeping on some gloss, you slipped into the slinky dress as you went over the obscure dialogue. It was something different. Something soft and sweet.

A couples anniversary, some heavy petting on the ride home, taunts of playfulness. Intrigue. Lust.

Not the rough stuff you were used to when it came to shooting with The Colonel.

Your strappy heels clicked along the freshly polished floors, boom mics and camera men moved around you like puffs of smoke, Tammy who was indeed smoking was frustrated with the lighting.

You paused when you saw him.

König was dressed in a nice and well tailored suit, the jacket held his bulky arms tightly, the button down was checkered and stretched to the very last thread. He looked good. Even though you were giving him the silent treatment as of late, you could appreciate fine art when you saw it.

Your body thrummed when König adjusted his signature face covering hood, messing with the hem before he turned around and saw you for the first time.

You opened your mouth to say something when the bigger, much bigger man spoke.

"Oh no. No no. Nein nein nein!" The Colonel threw up his hands and headed for the master bedroom door.

"Colonel, wait." Tammy shouted, tossing her cigarette into the sink with sizzle, chasing after him and touching his forearm.

"I am not doing a scene with her again." He stated and pointed down at the feather haired agent, he did give you another look though before tearing his arm out of her grip. "Not until she apologizes."

"Well nice to see you too, sir." You snorted and leaned against the built in vanity, fluffing your hair a bit more, fixing your necklace.

"Watch it!"

Tammy put her hands up between the pair of you, the frames of her glasses slipping down the slope of her button nose. You looked up at your co-star, with a head tilt of your own.

"Come on you two, what happened to your chemistry? You guys made us all fucking rich when we shot Tits For That! Can't you put whatever the hell you've got goin' on on the back burner to make some dough?" Tammy made the money gesture with her two fingers in your face. "Who doesn't like money? Think of how much fun we had shooting Bunker Bunny 7!"

"I refuse to work with such a petulant little brat like Velveteen." He huffed, the mask billowing slightly. "You're mature enough to get railed on film but not apologize? Make sense, bitte!"

"Oh, here we go." You sighed and rolled your eyes, truly one of the only things König couldn't stomach unless he was fucking the brat or sass out of someone.

"Can't you two please be adults?"

"So I gagged a little too hard, big deal?! You have women choking on that thing twice a week but oh no, I do it once and make it sloppy and suddenly I'm the only one being scolded." You snarked, a few of the crew members made a noise and moved out of view. König scoffed and Tammy put her head in her hands, thumbs going to ease the headache you two were throwing at her.

"I did not scold you. I tried to help you and you then spat on my boots remember? Real mature."

"Too bad."

"Children! Please, we're not getting any younger and we're losing time here. Can you both please just try and get along so we can get this done and go home."

"I was at home." You made a face and then apologized to Tam, it wasn't her fault.

….

Elise, Tammy's older sister with the fresh haircut and extra long shiny nails, who had started her career on the same side as you only a few short years ago, was now the director. You could hear her calling out positions, where was her coffee? And where on Earth did that cat come from?!

You stood on the landing with König , waiting for your turn to enter the scene and get it over with when you felt his hand on your shoulder.

"Yes?"

"You truly are stubborn you know that, ja?"

"Seriously?" You ground your teeth and seethed behind them, even more so when he gave your arm a squeeze and a little drag closer to him.

"Why are you so upset with me when you're the one who put us in this mess in the first place! All I did was mention something to you."

You scoffed and looked up at in his suit, now with the jacket on.

"Seriously? You pretty much told me I don't know what I'm doing and then proceeded to give me a play-by-play of how to suck dick. I know what I'm doing and I've had no complaints. You've seen my work and we've been co-stars more than a few times by now. Plus, you're the one who made the scene out there just now, not me!" You snapped and fixed the strap of your dress in annoyance.

"I was not telling you what to do, my dear. I only gave you but a few pointers."

"Pointers? I think I'm good thanks."

"I know you know what you're doing but--"

"But what, big guy?"

"I was not instructing you on how to suck cock," König shifted and took his hand away, instead he put in his front slack pocket like the other. "You are perfectly capable and quite good at it. I was instructing into you how I'd like you to perform on me. Specifically."

"What?"

"I don't care how those other women suck me off. I don't care for them. I do however care about you and if were not so stubborn you might have noticed that by now, hmm."

Well that was certainly news to you.

"If you weren't scolding me-- wait." Bells and whistles were soon going off in your head, ringing in your ears that he had some sort of affection, attachment to you. Yes you had chemistry, yes you two got along, yes you two… then it it hit like a car crash dummy. "Oh… oh no."

"Oh ja. That's what I've been trying to explain to you, my dear but you are so incredibly particular, you just wanted to be sassy about it. So I let you. Actions have consequences you know?" König's voice held a lilt to it, as if he had the audacity to be smiling under that hood.

"Oh this is embarrassing."

"Not as embarrassing as you still not apologizing."

You shrugged your shoulders, turned and took his hands in yours. "I'm sorry Colonel. I thought you were giving me shit and telling me I couldn't do my job."

You thought back to that mid-afternoon shoot. On your knees, mouthful and panties wet. König had been moving your head around while he fucked your throat, telling you this and that, how to make him feel good. He wanted you to make him feel good.

You felt guilty now. For two weeks of feeling like shit and taking on roles so you wouldn't have to think about fighting with The Colonel and here it was all a misunderstanding. Your fault.

"You are forgiven, my dear." König said with a smile in his voice, squeezing your hands as you could hear Elise call out that they were ready for you.

"Well if that's the case," you squeeze his hand through his pocket. "I better make this worth it."

"You always do." König chuckled.

….

He destroyed you.

It was strange at first, this soft version of König - you didn't know he had it in him.

With his ex-military background (and Lord knows what he's done or seen!) he was a stickler for routine - order. It made things simple. A blowjob or a sloppy handy, sometimes both because The Colonel literally packs a punch. Girth alone made you feel stuffed. It wasn't until he got the pace down, touched the inside of your knee, moved the silk hem of your dress and thrusted into you. All in one go. His thick fingers had prepped you quite nicely, just like usual.

You got a thumbs up from Elise to get louder, greedier - hungrier for the Austrian inside you, which wasn't hard at all if you were being honest and you had promised to make up your communication error worth it.

A shout of his name, scratching your nails down his thick back had him grunting and fucking down into you harder and faster. Little tears and black dots tickled the corners of your eyes.

"You're so fucking deep!" You sobbed into his bicep, taking a chunk of his soft and conditioned muscle into your mouth.

"You like it that way, no? I can always go deeper, my dear. How would you like that, then?"

"Deeper?" You played your roles well, creasing your brow, biting your lip as if you were truly his innocent wife.

Through the hood you could see how blue eyes darken, a smile in his tone. "Deeper."

He pulled himself out of your sex, thick cock coated in your arousal. Just the sight of him, sparse and glistening pubic hair with you, made you bite your lip. He flipped you over, knew the right angle for the camera and gave your ass a hard spank. It echoed through the bedroom. The noise you made sounded painful but in reality, to be under König's hand, his touch, his body, his musk made it feel like a kiss.

"Say you're ready for me, princess. Say your ready for your Colonel to fuck you nice and deep." He cooed and taunted from behind you, hoisting up your lower half, massaging your cheeks, slapping his length against your pussy.

You looked at him over your shoulder, all blissed out eyes and spit slicked lips. "I'm ready for you Colonel."

Good thing he pushed your head down into the fluffy pillows to muffle your shouts of pleasure because in between the cries for him fucking you, the angle of your hips, how deep he was hitting that spot only König could seem to reach… you whined his name.

His real name. ….

It wasn't the first time you'd let König slip from your lips; only difference was you were always alone when you said it. Not in a room full of boom mics and camera men.

After you finished the shoot and pulled on warm terry cloth robe, thanks to Tammy, you made your way into the master bath to clean up. As you lifted your leg and planted your foot on a very ornate and well cared for clawfoot tub, what remained of König's spend dripping out and down your thigh, the door suddenly opened.

"Just a minute God dammit!"

" 's just me," König announced, slipping into the spacious room. Without a care in the world he sauntered past you to take a piss.

"Really?" You guffawed and turned away, grabbing a fresh washcloth from the ring rack, wetting it.

He snorted. "I quite literally just came inside of you, my dear. This is nothing." He finished, flushed and sat down on the toilet, a robe of his own draped over his shoulders.

"Are you planning on watching me clean you out, or what?"

"I thought you were apologizing, princess. Taking up an attitude like this won't do."

You sighed and tossed the cum rag into the hamper. He'd crossed his arms over his chest and for a split second he looked tiny, cute. "How can I make it better?"

"Take me out to dinner."

"What?"

"We both need to eat. Especially after all that."

"König it's like 4 in the morning."

"So what? Take me to breakfast then."

You scoffed but the look in his eyes and body language, the tilt of his head and little tap taps of his feet on the linoleum floor, meant he was quite serious.

As serious as he was about French toast and runny eggs it seemed as well. You'd done a lot of things with the giant sitting across from you at some hole in the wall diner but eating together was not one of them.

….

Roller Sluts 5.

The cover screams, begs, cries for your attention. Not because it's naughty or too risqué to be in the back of a video store in the ADULTS ONLY XXX section and certainly not because it's number five in a roller rink sex fest. Oh no. It's because it's you on the cover.

Tam had set up the photoshoot months ago, helping her go over the negatives in her luxury home in the sprawling green hills. Laying on your stomach, bare feet and legs kicking as you got your pick for your first solo cover. Usually there were other girls with you, a compilation of arms and legs, flirty glances to the camera or to each other.

You smiled as you mentally gave yourself a little gold star for picking the right image of Velveteen.

A deep navy backless halter top, white trimmed short shorts, knee high ribbed socks and glittering roller skates. You looked almost innocent on the cover, looking over your shoulder as you bent over just enough to show a little cheek, a wink on your face and coy smile.

You were the main attraction of the nudie film, saved the best for last to get railed in. A burly and handsome, devil may care Scotsman by the simple name of Soap (you knew him quite well to call him by his birth name) had cored you out in the Arcade area. You were meant to play Space Invaders when Johnny makes his debut, eating you out from behind, fingering your ass a little before destroying you and your score.

Someone clears their throat, bringing back to the store, out of the fun spring shoot.

A young man, no more than 23 with a soul patch came around the corner, nodding towards the VHS in your palm.

"Are you Velveteen? Like the Velveteen?" The kid stuttered, coming closer and cautiously.

"In the flesh." You smirked and put back the tape.

"Holy balls!" He exclaimed and rushed to shake your hand, his bright eyes never leaving your face. "My friends' are never gonna' believe this. I'm a big fan, I've like, like I've seen everything you've done."

Patchy over here damn near shook your hand clean off before wiping his brow and palms on his jeans. "My pop is gonna' be so pissed he didn't wanna' drive me today!"

"Another big fan I take it?"

"He's the one who showed me Carnal Car Trouble!"

Your third film; your first shoot with König.

Fuck you were so nervous. Intimidated wasn't even close, especially when you met him in person after watching and studying his legit, dirty work for a week. He was big all over. His thighs were the size of a solid tree trunk, waist trim with a deep Adonis cut. His hands, in those tactical gloves, fixing your car under the hood before you were to repay him with what you had that wasn't in your wallet.

That first stretch of his cock was immense, even if it was already slick and covered in your spit. You still felt König 36 hours after that, your scalp was on fire and your make-up was completely ruined by the end of the night.

You autographed a copy of Carnal Car Trouble, made out to the kids' father before leaving the backrooms empty handed. Though you did stop at the door, recognizing König, Soap and another beefcake porn star named Ghost on the cover of a magazine. You hadn't worked with him yet but the way Johnny gushed over the guy, you felt like you knew him well.

….

Tammy called a few days later, another shoot, another idea. She even mentioned that Elise wants to do an actual photospread for Playboy! Not the centerfold the girls you worked with and lived with strived for, no, but a shoot for the team would be bring big bucks and more eyes on Velveteen.

With your head in the clouds, excited and nervous to be in an actual magazine a car honked and stopped you from roller skating down the sidewalk. You turned to see a familiar green Jeep.

With a smile and push off from the curb you rolled your way over to the passenger door, watching the glass disappear as König rolled the window down.

You rested your arms on the frame, ducking your head inside just a bit. "Sorry; you can't afford me, old man."

"Ha ha," König rolled his eyes and that's when you noticed his attire. He wore a nice all black suit and jacket, a forest green silk tie somehow fit around his neck. He looked good. He smelled good, too.

"Got a hot date or what?" The fact that he might be made a stone form in your gut.

"Actually I was looking for you." He admitted as your eyebrows rose.

"For moi?"

"Für dich. Tammy wants to see you. ASAP."

"I just talked to her a few days ago."

"Something important came up I guess. Hop in, cutie."

You snorted at his little pet names, used to them and quietly seeking them out, geeking over how they made you feel and climbed in, taking his hand so you wouldn't slip on your skates. He let you mess around with the radio while he drove, a couple of times you'd catch him tapping his fingers against the wheel.

König really big Bowie was a pleasant surprise.

"You did it!" Tam practically screamed, running around her living room, smoke following her as she circled her desk for the third time as you and The Colonel looked at like a chicken with its' head cut off, which is exactly what she looked like.

"We're gonna' be stinkin' rich!" Tam laughed maniacally while you The Colonel exchanged bamboozled looks.

"What's going on?"

"What's going on, she asks! Oh honey bee I got off the phone with the boss, the head honcho downtown and your films are flying off the shelves! Did you really sign a copy for some punk?"

"Oh. Yeah that was weeks ago."

"Which one?" König asked, curiously crossing his arms behind himself. At ease.

"Carnal Car Trouble."

You didn't miss the way his body jerked when you answered.

"Well thank fuck for that because you're all anyone is talking about and the big boss is giving you your first starring role," Tammy held the cigarette between her teeth and snatched a scribbled down note on the back of coffee ring stained napkin.

Velveteen Dream.

"None of that straight to video shit for you hon," Tam proudly looked at you, proud of her number one fuck doll. "You're name will be front and center on the marquee. You're going to be in theaters baby!"

Your name in lights.

"You did it kid," König gave you a side hug, affection outside of work felt strange but good. He was proud of you too.

"Do it with me."

"What?"

"Be my on screen." You looked up at him, hopeful - begging. You trusted him the most, with or without clothes. He looked between Tam, who gave him shrug, without so many words saying he could if he wanted to and then back to you.

"If you say so."

….

The theatre was packed, not an empty seat in the whole place! Chatter and laughter bounced off the emerald embossed walls, some people (other than you, The Colonel, Tam and Elise of course) had dressed up. Some fans had spotted you and König right away, he's hard to miss when he can see over everyone like some sort of surveillance up there.

The shower scene left some of the audience breathless. You could hear it in the room. König gave your knee a squeeze, before he moved it back to his own you stopped him and kept it there. You needed extra grounding, watching yourself for the first time on the big screen.

Everyone can see your pleading face, your desperately wiggling in The Colonel's big strong hands, your fingers flex in his grip. He holds them above your head with one hand, covered in soapy suds and running water while the other is finding that perfect, spongy patch inside your gummy pussy.

"Oh fuck yeah!" Your voice echoes, making you clench around nothing as you remember the exact feeling. "Keep fucking me with your fingers, big guy. I want you to make me cum."

You look a fucking mess as you blush, watching yourself crumble as König turned a bit to show off how hard he was, the curve of his naked ass got a few women to holler at the screen. Everyone laughed. He had lifted your leg then, over his thick forearm to change the angle. The camera getting a full look at your trimmed bush, how fast and how deep The Colonel was finger fucking you to a sobbing climax.

The kitchen scene was loved by all. You didn't think you would get aroused from watching yourself and König, it was a job but… something about seeing it from an outsiders view made it seem more real. You could see how he looked at you, how thoughtful he was in gathering up your hair as you swallowed him down your throat there at the kitchen table. You had remembered to stretch your jaw this time. Spit was everywhere, your eyes looked so pretty all mascara streaked. You dug your nails into his naked thighs, dragging them towards his knees as you took his cock a little further.

"Look at you, my dear, so greedy for cock, ja? You'll take it wherever you can get it, hmmm? I like you like this, pliant and useful just like that body of yours. I am going to ruin you."

And he did.

That kitchen table didn't stand a chance, it shook and creaked, and begged for as much mercy as you did getting fucked on top of it. He's propped your leg up in an L shape on the wood, holding on your hip as he pounded you out. That grip he held on the back of your neck, facing the camera as you whined and grabbed at the tablecloth. He hadn't seen it then in the moment but as you looked at the screen, staring at yourself you licked your lips and smiled at the camera.

König squeezed your leg again when he saw it.

The main event was coming and the tension and squirming in the auditorium was intense, the room was hot and you were fairly certain the couple behind you was doing more than just watching the screen.

The bedroom is dark, just a table lamp is on casting shadows all over the screen and all the viewer can see is König's big, muscular back, a white sheet covering his lower half and his hand is moving back and forth. One might think he was just on display jerking off but it's not until the camera moved to show you there, on your side asleep as he groped over your tits, squeezing them, playing and tugging at your nipples as you slept. The crowd made an audible gasp.

"Just so pretty when you sleep," The Colonel announces, breathless as he moved his hand down your body, taking his time in spreading your legs, showing God and everyone your cunt. "So soft and loose, fuck you're wet even in your sleep, just gonna'--" The noise he made when he easily slid his middle finger inside you. You licked your lips as you watched him finger you, his ring finger joined the party and the thick pad of his thumb pressed down on your clit. You jumped in your "sleep", a few women behind in front of you gasped and turned around to look at you with cheesy grins.

"Takes my fingers so well, gotta' prep this cute little hole for my fat cock, right? Can't core you out without doing some work first." König groaned when he pulled his fingers out, wet and glossy with your juices. You moaned quietly and moved your legs further apart as he started to lift your leg, stopping for a moment as he waited for you to settle back into "sleep".

He kept your leg up, holding it softly, gently rubbing his mask to the back of your head before rocking his leaking cock between your folds, gathering up more and more of your arousal as lube.

"Good girl, stay sleeping… I'm just gonna' ease right into this pussy. My favorite pussy, ja. Nothing like it, fuck." The Colonel admitted on screen as he pushed himself into you.

König fucked you slow and steady, the drag of his cock inside you was full and at times overwhelming but he know how to treat you and your body, you had never gotten off as thoroughly with another co-star or partner than with the big ex-KorTac operator next to you.

He had moved your leg a little higher then, showing the camera how good you could take his size. Watching it disappear inside you, rocking back and forth as his large hand separates your labia, touching what's left of his shaft as he groans in your ear.

Suddenly your eyes blink open and you gasp, looking back at him.

"What… What are you doing?"

"Shhh baby it's okay, go back to sleep okay?" The Colonel grunts and attempted to close your eyes but you're "waking up" now and getting fidgety.

"Do you do this a lot? Do you fuck me in my sleep?"

König paused to look down at you. "Nein. This isn't the first time."

"That's so… that is so fucking hot." You moan and loop your arm around his neck, looking at him drowsily and kissing his mask. "You fucking me while I'm unconscious, using my body. Do I cum?"

The Colonel grabbed you tight, rolling you onto your back, hovering over your naked body. This looks like watching a couple on film versus just two actors but you must be doing something right.

"Oh baby you cum so hard and it feels so good, like your body just knows what to do, milks my cocks dry."

"You cum inside me too?"

"Every time."

"No wonder I'm sticky when I wake up sometimes."

"Can't help it, this pussy was made for me."

It sounded like an admission, like König meant it. It made you feel hot as you continued watching yourself fuck on the screen. It's not until he leans over in his seat do you realize you're holding your breath.

"I didn't lie about that part."

Startled, as if he read your mind you look over at him and when the shot changes to show you now in his lap, legs wrapped around his waist, his thick hands under your ass lifting you up and down his cock, moaning loudly and holding his masked face to your chest do you look down and see the bulge in his slacks.

His eyes are locked on yours, your bodies moving on the screen are the last thing you're worried about at the moment. Because you're thinking the exact same thing.

….

"Fuck me you feel so fucking good. How do you feel this good all the time? Fuckin' magical pussy I swear!" König admitted once he was balls deep, taking your hand as you snuck out of the theater and into one of the private bathrooms. You couldn't get your dress hiked up fast enough, your panties to the side, bent over the sink. Getting railed for the first time without a camera present had you both feral.

You barely got to taste his pre-cum before he had lifted his hood for the first time, ever, and kissed you hard and fast on the mouth. You whined and held onto his heavy arms, pulling your body into his. Your breasts pilled out over the silk slip you wore for the evening, looking frantic into the mirror in front of you both.

"You're so fucking thick baby, you fill me up so good."

"Oh ja? You like being a greedy little toy for me don't you? You are so fucking juicy."

You hung your head then, moaning his name and getting dragged back and forth on his cock. This was more sensual of course because you weren't being watched with eager eyes, this was just for you two. König reached between your legs once he kicked them apart a little further and lightly, at first, rubbed your clit in little circles, pressing down on the hood of it, pinching it between two fingers, rolling it until you cried and fucked back on him. It was swollen and sensitive, edged while watching your first major picture was unexpected but this… holy fuck, this was worth it.

Even more so when he grabbed a handful of your hair to make you look at him rail you in the bathroom mirror.

"I want you to cum. I want you to look at me as you do it, I need to know--"

"It's for you, König I swear. Just give it to me a little harder. Just like that!"

He slapped your ass and held onto your hips until you couldn't take it anymore, the build up was too much, the little glances here and there, the lingering touches, the easiness - the trust.

You came suddenly with a shudder, your legs jerking as he was close to follow after you, spilling his cum, rope after rope. Warmth filled your entire body and even though you'd just climaxed with your co-star, your previous work could be heard through the walls.

You both locked eyes and laughed in the mirror.

Tagging: @nexthyperfix @konig-breedme @the-con-she-called-conscience @littlelovebug98 @mafer383 @synnersaint

[thaisibir]

SEES members react to getting anesthesia: headcanons from a real anesthetist

(Go here for post on Phantom Thieves react to getting anesthesia)

Makoto: the guy who secretly smokes weed, chews through roc every 15 minutes, needs over 1.5 MAC maintenance sevo. (Laymans terms translation: smokes weed so he burns through a ton of muscle paralytic agent (rocuronium) and anesthetic gas (sevoflurane) needed to keep him relaxed and deeply asleep)

Yukari: had her hair and nails done the day before surgery, wakes up from anesthesia asking if she said anything dumb and apologizing if she did. (Complimenting patients on their nice nails is part of my small talk to attempt calming nerves when they're rolled into the OR)

Junpei: would try to fight anesthesia and count past 10 seconds, tries to cheat by counting fast (he loses anyway) (It's so amusing when patients try to challenge anesthesia. Some put up a good fight, but in the end, anesthesia always wins.)

Mitsuru: takes 300 mg of propofol on anesthetic induction, scares the shit out of OR staff when she still reaches for the airway device as the anesthetist tries to insert it. (Redheads tend to need more anesthetic than average. For context, the induction/knock-you-out dose for propofol is about 2 mg/kg. For frail old people, I halve that dose. Most people don't need more than a single 20 ml syringe/200 mg of propofol. I push 200 mg for big tall football/basketball guys. I've seen redheads take at least 2, even 3 syringes. Mitsuru would be a tough one to knock out.)

Akihiko: the extremely athletic ASA 1 guy with baseline bradycardia bordering on need for anticholinergics. Will most definitely wake up swinging fists and knocking out teeth and trying to jump out of the bed if he didn't get enough sedative on board beforehand. (Healthy athletic young patients (HAY patients, I call them) tend to wake up violently and delirious from anesthetic gas. To mitigate this, there's a sedative called precedex that helps smooth out emergence from anesthesia. Good to give for little kids, teenage girls, and big strong-looking guys. As soon as I see I'll be getting an Akihiko/HAY type patient for an upcoming case, I already know to draw up and dilute precedex to have at the ready.)

Fuuka: actually a very pleasant and compliant patient, but has family history of malignant hyperthermia and allergies to practically everything, apologizes for all the trouble. (Malignant hyperthermia is a very rare, but very deadly anesthetic complication if not treated promptly. Many anesthesia providers go through their entire careers without ever seeing MH, but we're trained to know what to do if it ever happens. Anesthetic gases and a muscle paralytic agent called succinylcholine are MH triggers. The anesthesia machine must be completely removed of the gas canisters and flushed through with high flow oxygen for an hour or so, to really make sure none of that stuff is exposed to an MH patient. I like the idea of Fuuka turning out to be a patient requiring an extensive anesthetic plan when she totally wouldn't mean to)

Ken: the rare kid who's cool with getting an IV in preop. (Pediatric patients typically do not get an IV placed before being rolled back to the OR, as most kids are terrified of needles. Induction of anesthesia in the OR must instead be achieved by delivering high flow anesthetic gas through a mask. Once the kid is unconscious from the gas, then an IV can be placed to give medications throughout a case intravenously. Amada seems like the type to be fine with getting an IV placed when he's awake because that's what adults have to do.)

Aigis: is a robot, physically can't process anesthesia. (Probably goes without saying)

Koromaru: Mitsuru or Akihiko, as the oldest members of SEES, act as guardians to sign anesthesia consent forms. Holds out his front leg and rolls over to offer his chest so staff can put on the blood pressure cuff and EKG stickers. Adored by the vet and vet techs for being so smart and adorable.

Shinjiro: the guy you think would smoke weed and drink a lot but actually has a history of post-operative nausea and vomiting (PONV) and prolonged emergence from general anesthesia. (Somehow I like the idea of Shinjiro turning out to be a delicate flower when it comes to anesthetic requirements)

[omg-snakes]

Hi, I'm worried that my corn snake is a little behind on growth. So, if you don't mind, could I know some of the weight in grams of your 2 year old corn snakes to compare against mine? And if in the case she is behind, how would I go about getting her back on track? Thanks.

Hey friend!

Every corn snake grows at their own pace, depending on many factors including genetics, climate, food frequency and quality, and overall health.

Similarly, weight doesn't tell us anything about a snake's health. I could tell you my 2 year olds average 200-ish grams and that doesn't actually mean anything. Are they only 30 centimeters long and morbidly obese to the point their organs are shutting down? One can't tell by weight alone.

What we should instead focus on is a healthy body condition and an observable, sustained pattern of growth over time. A healthy, properly-fed corn snake should be curved on top and straight down the sides like a loaf of sandwich bread. Their body should feel muscular and firm, with smooth scales that overlap cleanly with no exposed skin. There should be a smooth, seamless transition from body to tail. Weight should be monitored on a regular basis to inform feeding needs, ideally once a month (make sure the snake is not in shed when you weigh because they retain water).

If their spine is peaked or tented, if their belly scales look "sucked in," if their body feels mushy or has noticeable lumps, if they bulge at the sides like a baguette, if their scales are spread and you can see skin between them, if their growth has stalled or they're suddenly gaining/losing a lot of weight over a short period of time, if their scales are creased at points along their sides, or if they have visible "hips" before their tail starts, those are all indicators that something is definitely amiss.

I grow my corn snakes slower than industry standard, as do other breeders I admire, and we're finding that snakes who reach breeding size (300 grams) around 4-ish years have better health outcomes than those who are power-fed to hit 300 grams by 3 years old. A corn snake's life is a journey, not a race, and we want to focus on holistic health instead of arbitrary milestones.

If you're worried that she's behind for her age, I recommend having her checked by a veterinarian and have a fecal test done just to be safe. Your vet can evaluate her body condition, rule out any health issues or growth blockers, and give you an idea of where she's at on the growth curve for her age.

Also here's a feeding chart I put together to help ensure that you're feeding a pet corn snake for sustainable growth and long-term health:

Please note that this guide is for pet snakes, not those being conditioned for breeding. Honestly, looking at it again, I feel like 5 days is maybe a bit too frequent for snakes over 31 grams. I might redo this and say just 7 days. If you're offering rats, go down one feeder size. If you're offering quail, go down two sizes as they're quite rich.

Remember that food quality matters just as much as food quantity. Only buy high-quality prey from reputable suppliers. If a feeder looks weird or smells weird, don't offer it. Offer variety if she'll take it by rotating different feeder types and consider adding a reptile supplement if she's only taking one prey type.

I know that isn't what you asked for, and I apologize, but I hope that this is more useful to you in the long term. I hope that you find your snake is healthy, happy, and growing strong at her own pace!

[fanficfish]

some random hetalia thoughts about the countries

mostly headcanons and character studies i guess. probably canon but who knows i'm too sleepy to go check. i'm gonna ramble and maybe it'll maek sense i don't know. Someoen tag me if they get anything idea worthy out of this.

link the inspired post: https://www.reddit.com/r/hetalia/comments/1eqt7ek/after_all_these_years_im_gonna_say_it_i_did_not/

I've seen a little talk about how England leaving America on his own for so long messed him up a little (thank you reddit user who go that talk going). So i wanted to think about some of Englands' other colonies and stuff i guess?

so like we have America. I still stand he's probably like, Jamestown or something and over time he became the main US rep, like how the UK has the four brothers (five? Six with Sealand) but England represents them at meetings. Or Japan reps all of Japan instead of like a couple dozen prefectures showing up. That kind of thing. And like that guy's a little messed up. In earlier parts ofhis story, he's shown to just be really explorative, stil strong tho, but mostly jsut a nice sweet kid who happens to have three teenagers fighting over him. Seriously couldn't they share? Oh wait it's hetalia no they can't XD

anyways, it's only wlater once America is firmly under British rule that he starts growing the yelling and loudness. I think that's like the sign hhat he wants a little attention f rom England- like, he's shown to just be a guy when it's Canada when they're kids but england gets the "SHOVE FOOD IN MY PIEHOLE" treatment. And I think that's just because England keeps leaving and coming back but sometimes he just ignores the kids and does his own thing for a long time. Canada ends up letting America take the lead for them. And then later on once all is said and done America revels in his big parties and whatnot because the attention is on him, and it won't heal the hrut of England just leaving all the time but it sorta helps. (Canada doesn't count they're basically joined at the hip it's not the same).

and if you compare it to like the Italies for example. Austria was still there to watch over Italy North even though he really went for the uh. Less optimal route. But he was till there, in his own way. Prussia definitely wasn't going to leave HRE and later Germany alone unless he absolutely had to. Spain didn't jsut go gallivanting around when Romano was there (no comment onhis other former colonies). Ofc you could make an argument for Iceland, but by the time Norway took over he'd been alone mostly for 300 years, and even if Norway and Denmark didn't exactly visit all the time because i headcanon Iceland stayed happily on his island 90% of the time like Aland and Faroe Islands to avoid the drama called "four nordics pretending they could get along under one roof when they definitely are not good rooommate compatable", I doubt he was entirely without parental guidance. Norway could always sense him (so themoment anything bighappened Norway would be marching right over), and Iceland mentions sending letters out. I'm jsut gonna guess he sent the letters via Mr. Puffin, and I'd guess Mr. Puffin could always deliver some words if needed from overseas. Iceland also apparantly has fairies at his house so there's that too. Not thet he'd admit it.

But if you notice, it's def circumstance that gives some character which is cool when we're talkign about stereotype-based characters. Ameriica becomes loud and "ignores" the room when he's given the stage, because if he outrages everyone then he'll get attention. Italy N.. had everythig taken care of for him and has few worries, and a pretty good work ethic since Austria isn't a slacker. Roomano is a spoiled brat. Iceland....honestly boy just needs to accept the others rubbed off on him and he's just as kooky as the rest of them. I know you're a teen and all but kid c'mon you love them mystical animals and you keep bringing up your weird museums XD (I swear this child got Norway's anti-socialness, Sweden's inability to admit things (in his case, he actually likes hanging out with the others), Finland's oddness, and Denmark's everythign else because we all know Norway probably saw Iceland at last and had a crisis over it, man knows when Iceland appears but can't get around to taking the ruling for how many years????

And then there's New Zeeland, who had to raise Austrailia when NZ was also pretty young. NZ doesn't even have the hope of hep fro manyone- America and Canada i'm pretty sure still had visitors from like France and I think the Netherlands would have popped by a few times, because they did do a bit of um. Trading. with the colonies and stuff. Austrialia used to be on the other hand where they sent English prisoners. New Zealand is not ready for that kind of craziness, and so of course we're gonna get a free range crazy Austrailia and a done with it New Zealand who got no help and probabl ygot even less parental support then America. BTW it's crazy that technically GB still techncialy rules over so many big places like Canada and Austrailia even though they also technicall ydon't like that's just so wild.

so what have we learend from this? England sucks as a dad, and Iceland's teen rebel phase is in full swing. WHat was the poitn of this? I don't know but you read it and i wrote it so.....

ima sleep i forgot the poitn already lol

[singaroundelay]

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[covahno]

Broken Chains - Parts 1 - 2

Title: Broken Chains

[story has very funny plot holes so have fun finding those:)]

Description: Teenage (19) Satoru Gojo undertakes a mission to save Y/N(you), the daughter of Tokyo's richest man, who has lost control of her dangerous powers. As they help her regain control, they uncover and dismantle her father's corrupt empire. Through their journey, Gojo and Y/N form a strong bond ;)

〚ONGOING SERIES〛

Masamichi stepped forward, his expression serious. "I have an important mission for you," he began, his eyes locking onto Gojo. "Tokyo's richest man has requested our assistance. His daughter is in grave danger."

Gojo raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. "What kind of danger are we talking about?"

Masamichi's gaze darkened. "Her abilities have spiraled out of control. She's scared and hiding, causing chaos wherever she goes. Her technique, known as the 'Malignant Embrace,' is exceptionally dangerous."

Geto frowned, glancing at Gojo. "Malignant Embrace? Never heard of it."

Masamichi nodded. "It's a rare and terrifying ability. Her aura constantly projects an invisible, malevolent force. It causes severe biological reactions in anyone within its radius. Biofeedback corruption, cellular breakdown, and even neurogenic hemorrhages are just some of the effects."

Gojo's expression turned serious. "So, she's a walking disaster."

"Exactly," Masamichi confirmed. "And her telekinetic abilities are off the charts. She can move objects up to 85,000 pounds at speeds close to 300 miles per hour. Even for you, Gojo, this will be a formidable challenge."

The room fell silent as the gravity of the situation sank in. Gojo's mind raced with possibilities. "How should we stop her?"

Masamichi sighed. "That's for you to figure out. But remember, her ability can kill you. You'll need to find a way to filter out the harmful effects of her aura. Your Infinity technique might be the key, but it's not foolproof as of now."

Gojo nodded, determination etched on his face. "I'll figure it out. We can't let her suffer like this."

Masamichi placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "I have faith in you, Gojo. Now, prepare yourself. You'll need every ounce of your strength and ingenuity for this mission."

As Gojo and Geto exchanged a determined look, the weight of their task settled over them. The mission ahead was fraught with danger, but Gojo was ready. He would save the girl, no matter the cost.

Gojo spent the next few hours in deep contemplation, absorbing every detail Masamichi had provided about the girl's abilities. He knew that understanding his opponent was the first step to victory, and this situation was no different.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the dojo, Gojo and Geto gathered in the main hall. The air was thick with tension, a tangible reminder of the perilous mission that lay ahead.

"So, this 'Malignant Embrace'... it's constantly active?" Gojo asked, breaking the silence.

Geto nodded. "Yeah, it's like her body's always radiating this deadly aura. Anyone who gets too close starts experiencing all sorts of horrific symptoms."

Gojo frowned, his mind racing. "Biofeedback corruption, cellular breakdown, neurogenic hemorrhages... it's a nightmare. And her telekinesis adds another layer of danger."

"Right," Geto agreed. "She can move objects at incredible speeds. We're talking about the ability to hurl something as heavy as a car at 300 miles per hour. That's not something we can take lightly."

Gojo's eyes narrowed as he considered the implications. "I'll need to modify my Infinity technique. It already allows air to pass through, but I'll have to find a way to filter out the harmful effects of her aura. It's risky, but it's our best shot."

Geto leaned back, thoughtful. "You think you can pull it off?"

Gojo smirked, his confidence unwavering. "I have to. There's no other option."

Masamichi entered the hall, his presence commanding immediate attention. "Gojo, Geto, there's something else you should know. The girl's technique has no known limits. Her power could potentially surpass even yours, Gojo."

The weight of Masamichi's words hung heavily in the air. Gojo met his sensei's gaze, determination burning in his eyes. "I'll find a way to stop her. No matter how powerful she is."

Masamichi nodded, a hint of pride in his expression. "Good. Now, there's something I need to show you."

He led them to a secluded part of the dojo, where ancient scrolls and artifacts were meticulously arranged. In the center of the room stood a large, ornate mirror, its surface shimmering with an otherworldly light.

"This," Masamichi explained, "is a relic that amplifies your understanding of techniques. It might help you refine your Infinity to counter her 'Malignant Embrace.'"

Gojo stepped forward, intrigued. "How does it work?"

"Stand before it and focus," Masamichi instructed. "Let your mind clear and concentrate on your technique. The mirror will reveal insights that could be crucial to your success."

Taking a deep breath, Gojo positioned himself in front of the mirror. As he closed his eyes and focused, the air around him seemed to hum with energy. The mirror's surface rippled, reflecting not his physical form, but the essence of his technique.

Images flashed before his mind's eye: the delicate balance of his Infinity, the way it allowed certain elements through while blocking others. He could see the gaps in his technique, the vulnerabilities that needed addressing.

Minutes felt like hours as Gojo delved deeper into his understanding. He saw the potential modifications, the intricate adjustments that could make his Infinity impenetrable to the girl's aura. The realization was both exhilarating and daunting.

Finally, Gojo opened his eyes, a newfound clarity guiding his thoughts. "I think I've got it," he murmured, his voice tinged with awe. "I know how to filter out the harmful effects of her aura."

Masamichi and Geto watched him with a mix of admiration and anticipation. "Good," Masamichi said. "Now it's time to put it to the test. We'll set up a training scenario to simulate her abilities as closely as possible."

As the preparations began, Gojo felt a surge of determination. This mission was unlike any other, a true test of his skills and ingenuity. But he was ready. With his sensei and friend by his side, he would face this challenge head-on and emerge victorious.

The dojo transformed into a hive of activity as preparations for Gojo's training began. Wooden dummies were placed strategically around the training grounds, each one marked with sensors designed to replicate the effects of the Malignant Embrace. The air buzzed with anticipation, the tension palpable.

Gojo stood at the center of the grounds, his eyes closed in deep concentration. He visualized the modifications he needed to make to his Infinity technique, focusing on filtering out the harmful aspects of the girl's aura. His breathing steadied as he immersed himself in the task, every fiber of his being attuned to the challenge ahead.

"Ready?" Geto's voice broke through his reverie. Gojo opened his eyes and nodded, a determined glint in his gaze.

"Let's do this," Gojo replied, stepping forward to face the first dummy. The air around him shimmered as he activated his Infinity, a protective barrier that distorted space itself.

The first dummy triggered, emitting a low hum that mimicked the girl's aura. Gojo felt the familiar pressure against his barrier, but this time, he focused on the modifications. He envisioned the harmful particles being filtered out, allowing only clean air to pass through.

It worked. The pressure lessened, and Gojo's barrier held strong. He moved to the next dummy, repeating the process, each time refining his technique. Sweat dripped down his forehead, but his resolve never wavered.

Hours passed, and the training continued. Geto watched from the sidelines, his respect for Gojo growing with each successful attempt. "He's really doing it," he muttered to himself, impressed by his friend's unwavering determination.

Masamichi joined him, his expression contemplative. "Gojo has always been exceptional, but this mission is pushing him to new heights. He needs to be perfect. There is no room for error."

Geto nodded in agreement. "He's got this. I believe in him."

As the final dummy was activated, Gojo felt a surge of confidence. He had refined his technique to a level he hadn't thought possible. The barrier around him was more resilient than ever, filtering out the harmful effects of the simulated aura with ease.

With a final burst of energy, Gojo deactivated the dummies and let out a deep breath. "Done," he announced, a triumphant smile spreading across his face.

Masamichi and Geto approached, their expressions a mix of pride and relief. "Excellent work, Gojo," Masamichi praised. "But remember, this was just a simulation. The real challenge awaits."

Gojo nodded, the gravity of the situation settling over him once more. "I know. But I'm ready."

As night fell, the dojo grew quiet. Gojo retreated to his quarters, his mind racing with thoughts of the mission. He knew that the girl they were sent to save was dangerous, but he couldn't help but feel a sense of empathy for her. She was a victim of circumstances beyond her control, and he was determined to help her regain control of her life.

The next morning, Gojo rose early, his body still sore from the previous day's training. He donned his uniform and met Geto and Masamichi in the main hall.

"Today, we set out," Masamichi announced. "The skyscraper where the girl is hiding is one of the tallest buildings in Tokyo. It's been abandoned for years, which makes it the perfect place for her to isolate herself."

Gojo and Geto exchanged a glance, their resolve firm. "We'll bring her back," Gojo declared, his voice steady.

Masamichi nodded, his expression serious. "Remember, this mission is not just about subduing her. It's about understanding her and helping her regain control. Approach with caution and empathy."

With a final nod, the trio set out, the weight of their task heavy on their shoulders. As they made their way through the bustling streets of Tokyo, Gojo's thoughts drifted to the girl. He wondered what she was feeling, what fears and anxieties plagued her. He hoped that, through their efforts, they could bring her some semblance of peace.

The towering skyscraper loomed in the distance, its dark silhouette a stark contrast against the bright morning sky. As they approached, Gojo felt a surge of determination. This was it. The mission that would test his skills, his resolve, and his compassion.

They entered the building, the air thick with dust and the echoes of a once-bustling metropolis. Gojo's senses were on high alert, every step bringing them closer to the girl. He could feel her presence, a faint but distinct energy that pulsed through the building.

As they ascended the floors, the atmosphere grew increasingly oppressive. Gojo's Infinity barrier shimmered around him, a constant reminder of the danger that lay ahead. They reached the top floor, the air heavy with tension.

"This is it," Gojo murmured, his eyes fixed on the door at the end of the hallway. He could feel the girl's energy intensifying, a palpable sense of fear and anger radiating from the room beyond.

With a deep breath, Gojo stepped forward, ready to face whatever awaited him on the other side. He knew that this mission was about more than just defeating a powerful adversary. It was about reaching out to someone in need, offering a hand of understanding and compassion.

As he pushed open the door, he felt a surge of adrenaline. The real challenge was just beginning.

The door creaked open, revealing a vast, dimly lit room. The space was barren, save for the occasional piece of discarded furniture and the layers of dust that blanketed the floor. The oppressive energy of Y/N's aura was unmistakable, a chilling reminder of the danger that lay ahead.

Gojo stepped inside, his senses heightened. He could feel the air hum with a sinister energy, the kind that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. He knew he had to remain focused, to rely on the training and modifications he had worked so hard to perfect.

"Y/N," he called out, his voice echoing through the empty room. "I'm here to help you."

There was no immediate response, but Gojo could sense her presence growing stronger. She was close, watching him, waiting to see what he would do next. He took another step forward, his eyes scanning the shadows for any sign of movement.

Suddenly, the door behind him slammed shut with a force that rattled the walls. Gojo didn't flinch. He knew this was Y/N's way of asserting dominance, trying to intimidate him. But he was prepared for this, his resolve unshaken.

"Show yourself," Gojo demanded, his voice calm but authoritative. "I know you're scared, but you don't have to be."

A figure emerged from the shadows, her form silhouetted against the faint light that filtered through the grimy windows. Y/N stood before him, her eyes blazing with a mix of fear and defiance.

"Who are you?" she asked, her voice trembling despite her attempt to sound strong.

"My name is Satoru Gojo," he replied, taking a cautious step closer. "I'm here to help you gain control of your abilities."

Y/N narrowed her eyes, suspicion etched on her face. "Why should I trust you? You're just like the others, here to capture me and hand me over to my father."

Gojo shook his head, his expression softening. "I'm not here to hurt you. I know what your father has done, and I understand why you're scared. But running away and hiding isn't the answer."

Y/N's eyes flickered with a mix of anger and sadness. "You don't know anything about me. You don't know what it's like to live in constant fear, to have your own father turn against you."

Gojo took another step forward, his tone gentle. "You're right, I don't know what that's like. But I do know what it's like to feel alone, to be afraid of your own power. I want to help you, Y/N. I want to help you find a way to control your abilities so that you can live without fear."

There was a moment of silence as Y/N considered his words. The tension in the room was palpable, a delicate balance between trust and suspicion.

"How do I know you're telling the truth?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Gojo reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, worn photograph. He handed it to Y/N, who took it with trembling hands. It was a picture of her as a child, smiling and carefree, before her powers had manifested.

"Your father gave me this," Gojo explained. "He said it's the only thing he has left of you. He wanted me to use it to remind you of who you are, and to show you that there are people who care about you."

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes as she stared at the photograph. Memories of a happier time flooded her mind, and for a moment, the fear and anger that had consumed her seemed to fade away.

Gojo stepped closer, his voice soft and reassuring. "You don't have to be afraid anymore, Y/N. I'm here to help you, and I won't let anything happen to you. I promise."

Y/N looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of hope and uncertainty. "What if I hurt you? What if I can't control my powers?"

Gojo smiled, his confidence unwavering. "That's a risk I'm willing to take. I've trained for this, and I believe in you. Together, we can find a way to control your abilities and stop your father from hurting you any further."

Y/N took a deep breath, her resolve strengthening. "Okay," she said, her voice steadier. "I'll trust you."

Gojo nodded, his heart swelling with determination. "Thank you. Now, let's get to work. We have a lot to do."

As they began to formulate a plan, Gojo couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. This mission was more than just a test of his abilities; it was an opportunity to make a real difference in someone's life. And he was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, knowing that he had the strength and determination to succeed.

The night was calm, the quiet streets of Tokyo illuminated by the soft glow of streetlights. Gojo and Geto moved with purpose, their destination clear in their minds. The skyscraper loomed ahead, its silhouette stark against the night sky. It was an imposing structure, once a symbol of wealth and power, now an eerie reminder of the mission that lay before them.

"We're almost there," Geto murmured, his eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign of danger.

Gojo nodded, his focus unwavering. "Remember, our primary goal is to understand her abilities and help her regain control. We need to approach this with caution and empathy."

As they reached the entrance of the skyscraper, Gojo felt a chill run down his spine. The building was abandoned, its windows dark and its halls silent. It was the perfect hiding place for someone seeking to escape the world.

They stepped inside, the sound of their footsteps echoing through the empty lobby. The air was thick with dust, and the faint scent of decay lingered in the air. Gojo's Infinity barrier shimmered around him, a constant reminder of the danger that awaited them.

"This place gives me the creeps," Geto muttered, his eyes darting around the shadows.

Gojo smiled, his confidence unshaken. "Stay focused, Geto. We're here to help her, remember?"

Geto nodded, his resolve firming. "Right. Let's do this."

They made their way to the elevator, which, unsurprisingly, was out of order. With a resigned sigh, they began their ascent up the stairs, each step bringing them closer to their goal. The climb was arduous, the weight of their mission heavy on their shoulders.

As they neared the top floor, Gojo could feel the oppressive energy of Y/N's aura growing stronger. It was a palpable force, a sinister presence that seemed to permeate the very air around them.

"She's close," Gojo whispered, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the hallway.

Geto nodded, his expression serious. "Be careful, Gojo. We don't know what she's capable of."

Gojo took a deep breath, steeling himself for the confrontation ahead. "I'll handle this. Stay behind me and be ready to support if things go south."

They reached the door at the end of the hallway, the source of the malevolent energy that had been haunting them. Gojo could feel his heart pounding in his chest, a mixture of adrenaline and determination fueling his every move.

"Y/N," he called out, his voice steady. "It's Gojo. I'm here to help you."

There was a moment of silence, followed by the faint sound of movement from within the room. Gojo placed a hand on the door, his Infinity barrier shimmering with anticipation.

"I'm coming in," he announced, pushing the door open.

The room was dark, save for the faint glow of the city lights filtering through the grime-covered windows. Y/N stood in the center, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and defiance. The air around her hummed with a dangerous energy, a testament to the power she struggled to control.

"Stay back," she warned, her voice trembling.

Gojo held up his hands in a gesture of peace. "I'm not here to hurt you, Y/N. I want to help you."

Her eyes flickered with uncertainty, the tension in the room thickening. "Why should I believe you? Everyone else just wants to use me."

Gojo took a cautious step forward, his voice calm and reassuring. "I'm different. I know what your father has done, and I understand your fear. But hiding and hurting yourself won't solve anything. Let me help you gain control of your abilities."

Y/N's gaze softened, the fear in her eyes giving way to a glimmer of hope. "You really think you can help me?"

"I do," Gojo replied, his confidence unwavering. "But I need you to trust me. Together, we can find a way to control your powers and stop your father from hurting you."

She hesitated for a moment, then nodded slowly. "Okay. I'll trust you."

Relief washed over Gojo, but he knew the real challenge was just beginning. They had taken the first step, but there was still much work to be done. He turned to Geto, who had been watching the exchange from the doorway.

"Geto, let's start setting up," Gojo instructed. "We need to create a safe environment for her to practice controlling her abilities."

Geto nodded and moved to gather the equipment they had brought with them. As they worked, Gojo couldn't help but feel a sense of optimism. This mission was about more than just stopping a dangerous adversary; it was about offering a hand to someone in need and helping them find their way.

As the preparations continued, Y/N watched them with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. For the first time in a long while, she felt a spark of hope. With Gojo and Geto by her side, she dared to believe that she could regain control of her life. She beings looking out the window finding a sense of hope within the city, buildings and the people below.

[smhalltheurlsaretaken]

just rewatched 300 ironically with my bro and I'm still as perplexed as ever. Like, the movie HAS to be self-aware, right? There are choices that seem so deliberate I just can't believe we aren't meant to see the Spartan glory as the sham it is. Like how the Persians are made to look like savages because they kill an innocent kid when the FIRST SCENE OF THE MOVIE IS SPARTANS BOASTING ABOUT KILLING THEIR OWN KIDS. I- am I crazy? That the Spartans are full of shit HAS to be the message here.

For real, the entire movie is one guy literally, canonically, *telling a story*. He recounts the glorious deaths of his king and brothers that he explicitly was not there to witness. It HAS to be about unreliable narrators and making men into legends to fit a patriotic narrative.

The Persians are simultaneously formidably strong and pathetically weak: that's propaganda 101. They're literal, actual non-human monsters: obviously exagerated propaganda once again.

The Spartans boast about having no slaves and the Spartan oracle is explicitly said to be the slave of the priests. The Spartans boast about having no other profession than war and they still have immense wheat fields (*because they historically had more slaves than citizens lmao*). They boast about their women being strong and respected and the Queen has to sleep with a politician to try and be heard in the council. They boast about having no emotions/tender feelings and one guy still cries over his dead son and love fuels them apparently. The Spartans are disgusted that Persians would nail cadavers to a tree but they still make a wall out of dead bodies. The Persians are barbarians for killing families but the Spartans are totally cool for whipping 7 year olds and making them kill each other (provided they didn't kill them at birth lol). It HAS to be deliberate. There is not way we're meant to take that bs 'glory' on faith.

Except we are?? Because the end of the movie is played entirely straight??? I just don't get it. Some of the parallels made cannot possibly be coincidences and they are pretty obviously not casting the Spartans in a good light but nothing in the marketing or the end of the movie seem to support that.

It's driving me crazy because if it is satire I feel like nobody has ever noticed and if it's not satire then what the fck is going on and how could you ever be so bad at glorifying a people.

[umgeorge]

george russell is interviewed on media day, baku - september 12, 2024 (transcript under the cut)

Journalist: "Mercedes went into the summer break with such a head of steam after that series of wins. It's been harder since then, but do you think if you put it all together you can be back in that fight with McLaren and Ferrari?" George: "Absolutely." Journalist: "Yeah?" George: "I don't think there's a lot that can make you fall down the order. In previous years gone by, if you nailed a weekend and you, let's say, over-achieved by a tenth or two of your performance, it didn't change a result; whereas now if you over-achieve by a tenth or two, you win the race, and if you under-achieve by a tenth or two you finish P7 or P8. And that's how the sport is. So it's a matter of fine margins and we just gotta ensure that we're on top of our game to try and stay at the front of that field." [time jump] Journalist #2: "Looking back at Monza, the mistake at the start destroyed your race." George: "Yep." Journalist #2: "And as you seem to be a very self-critical person, if I may say that, is there a special way you work on avoiding mistakes in races?"

George: [long pause] "I think you learn from every single moment. For me, it was high-risk, high-reward and it went against me. I had a similar approach in Barcelona and I went from fourth to the lead. So you can't get it right every single time. You can't judge things perfectly, and in hindsight it's very easy to say I should have or I could have braked one meter earlier when I was traveling at 300 kilometers an hour. I didn't, it happens, and you move on." [time jump] Ted Kravitz: "In a championship where Lando is 63 points behind Max, now that he's got Oscar working to support him in that way-and while I don't think they'll take a win away from Oscar, they'll do everything more or less-but is that gonna put Lando in a winnable position for the championship, and how do you think that would shake out?" George: "Yeah, for sure. I mean, McLaren without a doubt are the fastest team on the grid at the moment, and if you look at probably the last six or seven races they could have arguably won every single one. And so yeah, Lando's driving great, and with the support of his teammate, let's see, but I think it more depends on Max's performance and if he's able to finish in the second or third places it'd be very difficult for Lando. If he's finishing in fifth, sixth, and sevenths then it'll swing pretty quick. But I'm confident Lando and McLaren are gonna be winning a lot more races from here until the end of the season." [time jump] Journalist #4: "I think you are still the President of the GPDA. Just an opinion about the penalty points to see Kevin out for one race, for a racing incident." George: "Yeah." Journalist #4: "Of course it was the consequence of other things, but do you think it's not too strong, too harsh?" George: "I think you can look at it both ways. I mean, you need to set a precedent for the younger kids watching. Was his penalty in Monza harsh? Potentially. Were some of the other incidents too weak? Potentially. And there hasn't been a driver banned in twelve years, so you can look at it both ways. But yeah, I think for a driver sometimes they go for you, sometimes they go against you. If you get the twelve points it's the same as in go-karting, same as in F3 or F2. You get the ban."

[bonefall]

hiya! do you have a list of animal words in clanmew? I wanna translate my beloved oc foxheart into clanmew (she looks very fox-like, and has a very good heart. in a non-clanmew world, her leader was a little senile and kinda forgot that foxheart was an insult. she's ok w it because she's just a nice lady.) but I can't ? find animal words. or words that would fit heart (positive, like strong of heart or strong of will, etc)

any help here?

Weird?? We've got at least 300 words for various animals at this point, did you sort the Lexi by semantic field?

I went over fox terms over here, and even translated Foxheart specifically!

(and also there is an inconsistency because I've spelled Roving Fox as ka'ak and ke'ek... so we're gonna say that there's a regional accent between ShadowClan and the other Clans, ok? elder bonefall is a shadowclan cat shh)

"Babi" directly translates to "Heart Will-Beat," but it means a lot of things. It's a person's nature, it's the way their heart will beat, it's soul, it's predicted behavior. Babi and Babun are the two words being used in the 'heart' suffix.

(to use the past tense, Babibabun, or the shortened version Babibun, would imply the cat is dead. Their heart was beating.)

So depending on the word for fox you use, it could mean very different things:

Bwaayrbabi/Vixenheart = "Evil" Active malice, the power and wisdom to do evil things effectively. Hurts people on purpose and is smart enough to hide it.

Aowaobabi/Family Foxheart = "Hooligan" Has an air of playfulness and consternation. "Ohhhh youuuu" kind of energy, like a group of friends who gets into trouble but their ultimate goal was playfulness, not malice.

Ke'ekbabi/Toddheart = "Delinquent" This is Raggedstar's deputy's name. It has an air of, 'causes problems on purpose.' Her very nature is tricks; it's ShadowClan's sense of humor to have one of their warriors bearing such a name.

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Flame Toys Go! Kara Kuri Power Rangers Dino Megazord

So much to say. Firstly, we've known about this toy since January of 2021. I remember being very excited at the initial reveal, because while it was the Dino Megazord, it was so hyper stylized and cool looking, that I would definitely own a second one for something like that. (Look at the pictures, then think about that statement for a second...)

But it wasn't until August of 2022 that it actually went up for order. And y'know what went up for order shortly before it? The ZAP Megazord. Good job communicating with your third party developers Hasbro. But I was still way more interested in this one. I even had $300 set aside to buy it. But when it went up for order, it was over $400, and I realized that I could be both the ZAP Megazord and the newly unveiled ZAP Dragonzord for less than it combined, which is how I ended up owning them... And then I caved and preordered it anyway.

But we're not done, because this thing was originally supposed to release in June of 2023. But it got delayed. And again. And again. It had multiple production delays that set it back until the last day of February 2024 (thank goodness it was a leap year). And the whole thing just got me feeling a little... jaded. I just felt like I had waited for so long, and that it had been delayed so many times, that I just didn't think it was ever going to come out.

But when I finally got that email saying it had shipped, I let out an audible gasp. The next two days we me antsily waiting for it to get here. And when it did, everything was, like, "they did that?" "Wait, they thought of that?" "That transforms, too?" It was a magical experience I haven't felt since Glacialord. So let's get to why this toy makes me feel like that:

The Good: Where to start? The T-Rex, I suppose. It puts the other three I have to shame. It GaoGaiGar's the legs, so they're able to have more articulation than the others, which fold the legs up onto the back of the thigh. It has pretty decent ankles, fully posable arms, the robot's waist, and a tail with a ton of universal joints in it (not balls, like ZAP Dragonzord). The tail can even expand and compress at every joint. Its only part with subpar articulation is the head, but that's only due to all the transforming it has to do, and even then it's still a great, unique sculpt.

If you've handled the ZAP or Lucky Cat mastodons, you'll understand what they tried to do with this interpretation, but it's just a bit more and feels a bit better. Like, it can balance on its back legs, its front toes can articulate, the trunk has a ton of joints. Its definitely the most brickish of the set, but I can't imagine giving it, say, a neck joint without encumbering it. And speaking of neck, the new head position gives it such a great identity that sets it apart from its predecessors.

The triceratops has legs! But if that's not your thing, they can flip around to reveal those usual treads. Those tiny legs are also very strong, and quite posable. Definitely the second-most brickish, but that's saying a lot considering how many poses you can get it into with what it has.

I find it really hard to get good looking quadruped articulation, but the saber-tooth tiger nails it. Pounce pose, run pose, (I haven't tried sit pose yet) any pose you can put it in looks great. It also has a really emotive neck, which helps a lot.

And the pterodactyl has the biggest glow-up. It has an actual neck like an actual pteranodon! And that head on top is very articulated, giving it a lot of emotiveness. Those wings are also very articulated, and having the hip skirt serve as actual feet makes it feel like such a better package than even the Lucky Cat's version, with the double ptera that mostly ends up as a backpack.

And onto the transformation, it's not actually that complicated. Its big thing is it has a lot of locks all over the toy to prevent certain joints from moving in different modes, but it doesn't take long to realize "if it doesn't move, look for a lock." And there are so many weird and cool transformation bits, like how the head assembles, the T-Rex's nose compressing, the mastodon toes becoming the elbow guards, the shield actually transforming, etc. It's fun.

Now, before we get to the main attraction, lets pivot and talk about the tank mode real quick. There's quite a bit of dedicated engineering for just this mode, with there being a slide in the legs, cuts in the hips, dedicated parts in the T-Rex chest and mastodon head, etc. Also, credit to this one over the others, the pterodactyl really brings it together.

And the actual Megazord is so well engineered. When combined, it feels like a solid piece; I'm not really worried about it falling apart, or untransforming as I play with it. All those locks really do make a ton of difference. And it's incredibly posable. I never had any trouble getting it into the pose I wanted; wings were super smooth to work with, arms never fought me to do anything, ankles are good, tail caused a few problems but only because I was trying not to poke my monitor. And that's the most amazing thing about this toy; that it is a toy. This isn't just some big display piece, it's playable, it's fun, and that's what probably surprised me the most about the whole experience. I was expecting to be scared that I'd shatter this thing if I looked at it funny, but it's just a super solid toy.

And everything is very self-contained, like the original. There's no extra hands, no adapters, no weird super-complex dismantling going on. The guns don't store (from what I've found), but apart from them, there are no spare parts. Heck, even the sword stores away. The sword. It's exceedingly impressive what this accomplishes.

The Bad: Two things. One, some of my glue didn't set? The front of the T-Rex pelvis, and the back of one of my hands both pop off. These aren't super important, load bearing areas or anything; I can glue them myself and they'll be right-as-rain, but I worry about other people where maybe more important areas didn't set right? Hopefully this is a rare issue and never on anywhere important.

And second it the saber-tooth tiger bit me, and it drew blood. Like, it's the next day and I can still see the mark. I also tried to set him on my lap, and his tail poked me right in the ouch. Very spiky, very pointy, be aware.

The Next: When this went up for preorder, they did also show off their grey prototype for a Go! Kara Kuri Dragonzord. And I think the only other time they've mentioned it was when that same proto showed up at a toy show. I follow them on The Twiblies, and they talk about this line maybe once a year, if that, so my hopes are not high that we'll ever get it. But after handling this, I do hope it eventually comes out. Heck, with how much work I've been putting into redesigning Titanus, this feels like the company that might actually do something interesting with it, besides the mono-boot.

Overall, I cannot sing enough high praises about this release. It's a beautiful, well engineered, very playable toy. It is incredibly expensive, though. I just hope that if you walk away from this review with anything, it's that if you do bite the bullet, you'll be getting your money's worth.

[astrallithid]

PERMANENT PLOTTER / RELATIONSHIP POST

so you want to be a thrall? delightful! do you NOT want to be a thrall? too bad so sad there's no choice here if you get involved in any form with balduran.

this is the plotter call for balduran because of course!

an overview for those who haven't played bg3 or gotten past act 2 ⎛ spoilers! ⎠

who is balduran?

the hero that one of the most well known cities of the sword coast is named after. back in the day it was the grey harbor, but now it's baldur's gate! he is a sea-farer and he was once an oath of vengeance paladin, because my god the man had poor self control. he's quite the charmer- tall and strong and handsome- and he was the companion of a bronze dragon! he brought prosperity to the grey harbor. ⎛ but when the world needed him most he vanished ⎠ after a while of adventuring, he went to go see the moonrise towers. and that's where things get really bad. balduran's captured by a colony of illithids and he loses those charming good looks ⎛ unless ur into that, join the war on monsterfuckers on the side of the monsterfuckers ⎠and spends 14 years in the colony until his copper dragon companion, ansur, comes to save him.

mind you, all of this happens in the 1000s ⎛ balduran disappeared in the mid 11th century ⎠ ... bg3 takes place in 1492. we do not know how balduran survived that long since he was already in his 40s when he was turned and illithids can live up to like 130? years but even if that resets from the point of ceremorphosis, that is like 170 years and leaves like .... 300 years unaccounted for. ... so .... that's that. it is a mystery left unsolved

oh, did i mention he's your manic pixie dream guardian? yeah, he sure is.

moving on to relationship types!

for note, the best way to bond with balduran is to join him on his adventures in spirale! it's a new city and he's going to treat it ultimately as he treated his journey to anchorome and beyond- basically whenever he was away from faerun it was time to learn things and have fun? yeah... except a little different now because he ... yeah

casual allies

adventuring buddies or something, balduran might be illithid wearing his human body, but he is still an adventurer! he'd love more people to travel with!

friends ⎛ close allies, tier 1 thralls idk man ⎠

the step above casual allies. if you get enough "balduran approves" points then you're elevated to this level, because the more you travel with someone the more you get to know them. he'll be willing to go out for drinks or whatnot and just is more open to chatting in general. it isn't so much a case of "we're mutually beneficial in adventuring and cover each others weak spots" and more of "i actually enjoy your company and we should get to know each other more"

love interest(s) ⎛ thralls but like bass boosted, the thralls he'll have a panic attack or possibly die about if they vanish ⎠

balduran's not over ansur. he's never going to be over ansur, but also he is polyamorous and during his human days he had a lot of people who liked him. he's got a very long list of people he's slept with as a human, but most were just like flings and whatnot and nothing was really attached to it aside from physical pleasure.

now that he's illithid, he will be more likely to "love" multiple people- not to say that it can't be like mortal love, but there's so much to unpack with illithids. he cherishes all of his thralls lmao, he's just also co-dependent, don't ignore him or he'll start getting horrible separation anxiety

when you're in this category, he might reveal the truth ... not that he can take an illithid form, but he might still talk about it ... and doing that means he is trusting someone to not just abandon him after, because that would be so devastating

enemies ⎛ casual ⎠

i guess i can also call this friendly rivals. people he isn't friends with but whatever conflicts they have are more like "gotta just spar someone or something" and less of "i actually want you dead" sometimes he has rivalries with other adventurers- he would love to find some hidden treasures before someone else, so he won't hesitate to compete there.

enemies ⎛ actually antagonistic ⎠

the people balduran won't hesitate to actually try to delete from the spirale census. there are a few ways to get on his bad side- threaten his free will and he's going to put your name on his shit-list, hurt people he cares about and he'll be more likely to be hostile. pry into his mind without his permission and he's going to throw a fit. illithids are usually evil in alignment, but balduran from his days as a paladin ended up a chaotic neutral. he's on his own side and seeks his own survival.

if he thinks his life is in danger, he will not hesitate to fight for his survival. sometimes this is from misunderstandings, but he has some ... deep trauma in there about people trying to kill him .... "as salvation" ... do not do that thanks

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wednesday writing debrief (10/30/24)

hello i said i was going to do this for y'all and i'm sticking to it! expect these every wednesday and sunday <3 also please let me know in the replies/my inbox if there are other things you'd like me to include in these!!! as long as it doesn't give away too many spoilers i'll probably do it

price of fame chapter 1:

current word count: 4,521 words

current warnings: yoongi is an asshole but who's surprised?, yoongi soliloquizing about his stationery choices for approx. 300 words

percentage done: i'd say we're about 50% of the way there!

listened to: perhaps vampires is a bit strong but... by arctic monkeys

projected post date: nov. 6, 2024

mystery seokjin smut:

current word count: 607 words

current warnings: none yet but i have plans i cannot tell you about rn bc the hoes will sabotage me

percentage done: like 10-20% lol the dick isn't even out yet

listened to: so hot you're hurting my feelings by caroline polachek

projected post date: ????

life update:

work is about to get busy for me over the next few days and then i have a halloween party on saturday... so i'm hoping and praying i can get some writing done during my free time so these word counts can look different on sunday LMAO

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