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techvercity traning located in kakinada "Techvercity Kakinada: Your Gateway to Expert App Development Training"

In today's digital landscape, mobile app development has become one of the most sought-after skills. Be it developing apps for Android, iOS or cross-platform solutions, the demand for skilled developers is on the rise. Techvercity Kakinada is a premier training institute that offers comprehensive app development courses, equipping individuals with the knowledge and skills to excel in this lucrative field. Located in the  Kakinada, Techvercity is dedicated to providing high-quality education and hands-on experience that will propel you towards a successful career in app development.

Why choose Techvercity Kakinada?

Techvercity Kakinada stands out as a leading institute due to its focus on hands-on learning, expert instructors and industry-friendly curriculum. best app development software. The institution’s approach to training is designed to equip students with the theoretical knowledge and practical skills required to thrive in the competitive world of app development. With the increasing importance of mobile apps in everyday life, acquiring expertise in this sector offers great opportunities for professional growth.

Specialized Courses for New Developers

Techvercity offers a variety of specialized app development courses that cater to various skill levels. Whether you are a beginner or an experienced developer looking to enhance your knowledge, Techvercity has a course to suit your needs. Some of the main training programs include:

Android App Development: This course focuses on creating mobile applications for the Android platform. Students will learn to develop applications using Java, Kotlin, and Android Studio, providing the necessary tools to create functional and user-friendly applications.

iOS App Development:

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Expert App Development, Web Design, and Flutter App Training

Connect with Winggs for professional app development, cutting-edge web design, and innovative web development solutions tailored to your needs. Whether you're a business looking for digital growth or an individual eager to enhance your skills, our expert team is here to help. Explore our comprehensive Flutter app course, designed to equip you with in-demand programming skills. Reach out today to transform your ideas into reality with Winggs!

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Best Mobile App Development Course in Jaipur

Dheeray Digital Academy - Mobile App Development Course in Jaipur, Web Development Course, Web Designing Course, Graphic Design, SEO Courses in Jaipur · Krishi Nagar, Vatika Road Jaipur, Rajasthan 303905

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Why And How You Should Do Effective Wireframe Testing? 

Creating a Wireframe is the early stage of developing an awesome website or mobile applications. It helps professionals in defining the overall journey of the clients. They can be created either on a piece of paper or by using the latest AI-based programs. Irrespective of the method that has been used for creating a Wireframe it must always illustrate the relationship between various elements of the projects. 

If you want to eliminate usability issues at the last moment, then it is important to effectively test your Wireframe in the early stages. Before we tell you how you can effectively test a Wireframe. Let’s find out the benefits of Wireframe testing. Moreover, if you’re someone looking to make a career in website or app development, contact Career Boss Institute. We’re the best Mobile app development institutes in Ara.

Benefits of Wireframe Design Testing 

The purpose of Wireframe testing is to identify any defects in the design before it goes into the development phase. Thus, it plays a vital role in finalizing the design of the final product. A UI design company can add or remove any elements to add any functionality to the product. It can perform the wireframe testing pre and post-product development phases.

·  It helps you validate your ideas. 

·  Provides early feedback to eliminate any severe issues

·  Saves Times

·  Helps you identify functionality issues

·  Helps organizations to save developmental cost

·  Open doors to new opportunities and developments

·  If tests the usability of the product prior to its launch

Having the right wireframing approach helps in multiple ways. 

Superior User Experience 

A UX design company ensures that your site works superiorly and faster on every platform. This provides a superior and seamless browsing experience to your users. That makes them visit your website again and again and also increases their interest in your product and services. 

Increases Social Media Connectivity 

If you own a brand and have a social media account associated with it then your audience would preferably be redirected to your website. With a right web design through wireframing that functions correctly on a mobile device, then audiences can directly explore your marketing Channel. 

Saves Money and Effort 

To provide a better user experience companies either design a mobile application or go with a separate version of their website.  Meaning the design Company has to design two websites for the same company. This will not only increase the time of production but will also have more financial burden on the company.  

Lower Bounce Rate

When a person lands on your page and then leaves it without showing his or her interest in your products or services. Then this is technically known as the Bounce rate. A responsive website properly wireframed ensures that the visitors stay there for a considerable amount of time. This way it helps you in lowering the bounce rate.

How to Perform an Effective Wireframe Test?

Now that we have discussed the benefits of Wireframe testing, it's time to develop a strategy for effective Wireframe testing taught by the best Fullstack development institutes in Bhojpur.

Define Your Plan

An experienced design company will first define the goal before Wireframe testing. It helps them to define their plans and the purpose of testing. It also ensures that which of the team members will be involved in the testing process. Depending upon the requirement they can include the developer or any other stakeholder in testing. Generally, the planning process starts by understanding the pain point of the client. 

Write a Test Script     

Once the stage is set it's now time to define the rules and regulations for the test. Writing a test script will ensure that all participants work as per the guidelines laid by the test script. For UI design company to write an effective test script it must include these four important points which are

Introduction 

Which tells the participant the reason and the expectations of the test.

Pre -test Questionnaire 

This helps the company to understand how familiar the participants are with the projects. 

Set of Instructions 

This will help the participant to understand what exactly they have to do during the test.

Post Questionnaire

It is important from companies' point of view as it helps them to understand any other issues that the participants have experienced during the test. A pro tip by experts at best mobile app development institutes in Ara. To develop the best questionnaire try to include both qualitative and quantitative questions. This helps designers to get the best results which are loaded with a bunch of information. 

Run the Test 

Once the test has been planned and the rules have been set, finally, it's time to run the test. To avoid any kind of problem during testing make sure to set up the testing environment well before time.   

Analyze the Test

Finally, it's time for the development company to analyze the data that it gets from the test. It is crucial to make a proper note of all the data. As it helps in understanding the behavioral pattern and the criticality of the issues faced by the team member during the test.

UI design companies can look out for the pattern in the results and prioritize the issues with respect to their test goals. 

Conclusion

Wireframe testing is very helpful in finding usability and other critical issues within your design. However, one best and most recommended way is to hire professionals who have exposure to wireframing. If you are looking for someone to hire who has experience in Wireframing, Career Boss institute can help. They're the best Mobile app Development institutes in Ara, having hundreds of students studying app development, website development, graphics designing, photo editing and more. 

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The 20 Best Programming Languages to Learn in 2024

In this article, I’ll share the best programming languages in 2024. Choosing the best programming language can be tricky. Plus, when you consider that the Stack Overflow developer survey alone lists more than 40 different programming languages, there’s a lot to choose from! So, if you’re curious about the best programming language to learn, I’m here to help! Perhaps you’re interested in data, and…

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Celoso // Damian Priest x Reader

Author’s Note -> Hellooo everyone, I had planned to put this out earlier in the day but something happened and it threw me pretty bad, but I still wanted to deliver. As always, happy readinggg!

Plot -> He doesn't want to see you with anyone else but him...

Pairings -> Damian Priest x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings -> Friends to Lovers, Cursing, Jealous!Damian (Dom Mention lol), Choking, Spanking, Hickies, Oral Sex (M!Receiving, F! Receiving), Unprotected P in V, Creampie, Not Proofread, MDNI

Word Count -> 3.0k

“Hey, Y/N, I gotta talk with production real quick… you alright to wait here for a second?” Damian had brought you backstage for an episode of Raw in Brooklyn, which mostly meant you were following him around all night, but it was so cool to be in his world for the night and see your childhood best friend live his dream, becoming one of the biggest stars on the brand in the process. 

“Of course, Dames, I’ll be here!” He flashed you a smile and walked off with someone, leaving you to fend for yourself for the time being. You pulled out your phone and scrolled through socials, making sure to respond to some messages from family and friends. X always provided you with some entertainment, especially on the wrestling side of the app, so you scrolled through some of the Damian fan accounts, liking some tweets here and there.

“Y/N! Is that you?” You snap your head up to find Dominik Mysterio, who was making his way over to you. Now, you weren’t gonna lie, after you met him last year when Damian was still in The Judgement Day you had developed a little bit of a crush on him. He was for sure attractive, but he was so laid back as well and you loved that. You didn’t dare tell Damian though, he’s been weird with crushes you had since you were kids, and after all you just thought Dom was cute- it’s not like it’d ever go anywhere.

“Dom, hey! How have you been,” you extended your arms out and wrapped them around his waist for a hug, staying there for a few moments before backing away. 

“I’m good, I’m good! I didn’t know you were in town tonight, it’s great to see you!”

“Dom… I live here, of course I’m in town,” you chuckled as he blushed, forgetting you were a Brooklyn native.

“Oh, yeah,” he rubbed the back of his neck with his hand, “well hey! I’m staying here an extra day, I’ve got some press stuff to do but afterwards I was thinking we could go get some drinks? It’d be nice to spend some time with you, catch up for a bit…” he trailed off, giving you his trademark smirk letting you know he’s (most likely) up to no good. It was your turn to blush now, looking up at him as he scanned you from head to toe. 

“Um… yeah, I think I’m free tomorrow. I’ll just give you my number so you can text me when you’re done with your interviews and such. There’s this place I know near my apartment, they’ve got really good drinks and some decent food in case we get hungry. I’ll send it to you,” you smiled, taking his phone from his hand and inputting your number before handing it back to him, your hands brushing as you exchanged the phone. That simple touch sent a shock through your body as you looked up at him, sensing he felt the same thing. 

“Sounds good, I’ll see you tomorrow,” he walked backwards, still looking at you and whispered, “te ves bien esta noche, ángel1.” You blushed again at his words while he winked at you and walked off. You leaned back against the wall, sighing contently at the exchange, and noticed Damian standing to the side looking… upset? Sensing his foul mood, you made your way over to him. 

“Hey, there you are! Everything okay? Did the meeting go well?” He nodded, still staring off into the distance as you waved your hand in his face. “Earth to Damian, you sure you’re good?” 

“Yeah. m’fine, What’d he want?” He signaled to Dom, who was walking down the hallway.

“Oh, nothing super important, he just asked if I was free tomorrow to get drinks so I gave him my number so we could meet up. Haven’t seen him in like a year, so it’ll be fun to catch up,” The smile on your face dwindled as you noticed Damian seemed to be getting more and more irritated the more you brought Dom up.

“Sucio…” 

“Huh?” You thought you heard him mutter something under his breath.

“Nothing, let’s get outta here. You ready?” He wraps an arm around your shoulders and leads you both out of the arena and to his car to head to your place, watching him closely as he drove. The arena wasn’t too far from your apartment, so you and Damian were able to get there and get settled in pretty quickly. The two of you were seated on your couch, beers in hand as you two talked about the night.

“Amor, don’t get me wrong, Dom’s my brother… but he’s a player. Seriously, that whole ‘Dirty Dom’ thing you see is real. I just don’t want you to get hurt, ‘cuz then I’d have to kick his ass forreal.”

“Dames, c’mon, it’s not even like that. We’re just catching up, that’s it.”

“You sure about that? Y/N, please don’t be stupid, he was basically fucking you with his eyes…” you smacked his arm gently, cutting him off.

“Hey! Chill, he wasn't, he's just… friendlier than most, I guess. And besides, is it really a bad thing if it is a date?” Damian’s entire demeanor shifted. “I mean, I haven’t gone out with a guy in over a year… maybe it’s time to do something about that? I’ve been pretty lonely, Damian, I don’t exactly have you around all the time…”

“What, and you think Dom can help you with that?”

“Well, I-” he cuts you off, his deep voice getting more and more intense with every second.

“You think Dom can keep you company better than I could? Treat you better than I could? Love you better than I could?” You furrow your brows at him, confused as to why he’s making this all such a big deal.

“Jesus, Dame, you act like you’d be losing me if I were with Dom. Newsflash, you wouldn’t, so why the fuck are you freaking out on me right now?” Damian sighed, setting his beer down and rubbing his temples in frustration.

“Y/N, you just don’t get it…”

“Well then make me understand, Damian. You’re sitting here mad at me because Dom asked me to go get drinks and I just don’t get it. You’re supposed to be happy for me, I’m finally putting myself out there again and as my best frie-”

“It’s just that, Y/N, I don’t want to be your friend anymore, okay? He estado enamorado de ti desde que éramos niños.2 All these years, I’ve waited and waited but I’m tired of waiting, Y/N, I want you. More than anything in this world,” he paused to watch your reaction, as you sat shocked. All this time, he’s been in love with me?

“The thought of you going out with Dom, being with him, letting him touch you? It makes me sick, mi amor, because it should be me. It should be me touching you…” he pushes a stray hair behind your ear, “loving you…” his fingers dance along your jaw and cup your cheek, “tell me you feel it too, please, I know you do.”

“D-Dames, I-,” you stutter out, still trying to wrap your head around the whole thing. Damian sighs, removing his hand from your face and distancing himself, placing his hands on his knees before standing himself up.

“It’s okay, Y/N, I understand…” he trailed off. “I think it might be best if I head home, give us both some time to think about things. I’ll see you later.” Damian heads towards the door, head down as he drags himself to leave. You realize you’re about to let the best thing to ever happen to you walk out, so you stand up and run over to him, wrapping your fingers around his wrist to turn him around. Your hands grab his face and pull him down to meet your lips, his hands wrapping around your waist instinctively. You pull away from him, hands still on his face and looking into his eyes. “Dames, I’ve always loved you, I just never thought you did too.” You confessed, blushing as you did so, “but I promised Dom I’d go out for drinks with him. I can’t just cancel on him, we’re fr-” 

“Still thinking about Dom…” Damian closes the distance between you too, bodies dangerously close, “Baby, you won’t be able to remember his name after I’m done with you…  only name that’s gonna be coming from those pretty little lips of yours,” his lips hovered over your own as he growled, “is mine.” He crashes his lips into yours, snaking his hands up your torso and removing your shirt before removing his own. The kiss was intoxicating, your mind feeling fuzzy as you wrapped your arms around his neck and walking the two of you backwards. Your back hits the wall with a soft thud, making you gasp which allows Damian’s tongue to slip inside and assert its power over you. His fingers trailed along your sides and wove themselves into the waistline of your pants, tugging on the clothing to undo the button. You reached your hands down between you, allowing him to step back as you removed your bottoms and tossed them to the side.

“Fuck, Y/N, tu cuerpo es una obra de arte. C’mere.” Damian pulls you to him and throws you over his shoulder, carrying you effortlessly to your bedroom. You giggled, playfully kicking your feet and trying to ‘get away’ but Damian’s grip on you remained firm as he placed a smack to your ass making you bury your head in his shoulder as he rubbed the smooth skin and walked you to the foot of your bed. He laid you down before taking his jeans off and climbing on the bed with you, pulling you on top of him and pulling you back in for another kiss. You were straddling him, your hips grinding against him. He hissed against your lips, feeling your wet pussy soak through your panties and onto his growing bulge. The movement of your hips was driving him wild, but more wild were his imaginations of you sinking down on his cock and moving your hips like that while he was buried inside you. He would hold onto that thought, flipping you two over and targeting the sensitive skin on your neck. He bit and sucked the flesh hard, drawing bruises to the surface without a doubt. The intensity in which he worked on you had you spiraling- your mind was hazy and the soft moans being elicited from your mouth were beginning to grow louder. He continued his descent downwards, being sure to kiss, bruise, and nip at your breasts and sternum as he traveled downward. His face was finally level with where you craved him most, and luckily for you he was in no mood for games. He took the delicate material of your panties in his hands and ripped them, the cloth now coming off with ease as your pussy clenched at the sight. He chuckled, admiring your pussy and watching it pulse in ways he knew only he could make it do.

“Oh, baby, she’s so ready for me already,” he brings his right hand to your folds and collects your juices on his fingers, placing them in his mouth and moaning at your taste. “So fuckin’ sweet for me too. Pretty pussy knows who her Papi is, doesn’t she?” You moan at his words, whining as he teases you with his fingers. “Whose pussy is this, nena?” 

“Y-yours, it’s yours…” you moaned but Damian, not satisfied, delivers a gentle smack to the front of your pussy, making you cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure, rubbing you to ease the sting from his hand. “You must’ve misunderstood.. I said… whose pussy is this, baby?” He brings his thumb to your clit and rubs circles, your back arching at his motions. “Mmm, fuck, it-it’s yours, Papi. All yours. Please…” you whimper. “So much better, baby,” he groans and lowers his head, allowing your thighs to wrap around it as his tongue and fingers conduct you to your orgasm like a symphony. The torturous pace of his tongue compared to the pace of his fingers was sending you completely over the edge, your body shaking as he coaxed you to cumming on his fingers. He cleaned you with his mouth, savoring your taste on his tongue as he brought himself back to your level. You kissed him passionately, tasting yourself on his lips and moaning into his mouth. You flipped the two of you over to straddle him again as you kissed down his chest, desperately wanting to return the favor. You bring yourself level to the bulge aching in his boxers that desperately wants release and lace your fingers in the waistband, pulling them down. His cock springs free and rests against his lower stomach, bigger than anyone else you’ve been with. You gasp at the sight. “Y-you’re s-so big..” you mumble, keeping your eyes glued to his length. He chuckled, cupping your face and bringing you to look up at him. 

“You like what you see? Hmm?” You nod, biting your bottom lip and taking him in your hand. You pump him slowly, spitting on his dick and teasing the tip with light sucks. He grips your hair and pulls down while you look up at him, lifting your chin and letting your mouth fall open. “Papi don’t like you teasin’ me like this, pretty girl,” he groaned at the sight of you before him, so desperate for him. “M’gonna have to fuck that outta you, you understand?” 

“Y-yes, Papi,” you whispered. He winks at you as he slides his cock into your open mouth, your lips tightening around him as he thrusts himself into your throat. He sits up, getting leverage before tightening the grip on your hair and fucking your throat with no mercy. He moans your name loudly, eyes glazed over watching as a trail of saliva dribbles down your chin as your eyes water from his work on your throat. He slows down, pulling out of your mouth as his hand grips his length.

“Mmm, come sit on this dick, princesa.” You crawl up to him and swing your leg over to straddle him, wrapping your fingers around him and rubbing his tip along your entrance. Damian’s hands settle at your waist as you rub yourself on him, before sinking down on his cock. You both throw your heads back in pleasure and moan as he slowly bottoms out inside you. You grind your hips on him, your clit brushing on his pelvic bone, and you whimper his name. Your slow grinds pick up as you lose yourself in the feeling of Damian filling you that you grab hold of the headboard and fuck yourself on his dick. Sounds of your ass slapping against his thighs fill the room as you chase your orgasm, as Damian pulls you down to him and wraps his arms around you while thrusting into you from below you. Your moans turn to screams as you bite down on his shoulder, trying hard not to completely fall apart on him. 

“F-fuckkk, Dames. M’so close.. I’m gonna-” Before you finish your thought he throws you off of him, pulling you to your hands and knees before roughly slamming into you from behind. He delivers harsh slaps to your ass as he fucks you mercilessly.

“You think Dom can make you feel this good?” He grabs a fistful of your hair as you moan for him, arching your back and allowing him to go deeper. “You think he can touch you like I can? Dime, cariño, could Dom fuck you this good?” He grabs you by the neck now, lightly squeezing as he pulls you flush against his chest and continues to pound into you from behind. “Answer Papi like a good girl,” he growled in your ear.

“Oh fuckkk, no no no. Only you, Papi. I’m all yours, Dames. Only you can make me- oh my god, I’m so close… please, Papi, please let me cum…” you begged for him, pleading for your release as Damian continued to drill into you.

“Shiiiiit, fuck Y/N- go ahead, baby. Cum all over Papi’s dick.” And with his words your orgasm comes crashing down on you, you shake in his arms as you release all over his cock, moaning Damian’s name over and over as you come down. Damian follows suit, pumping his cum deep inside your pussy and moaning your name into your neck, planting kisses along your neck and shoulder. He pulls out of you, collapsing next to you and opening his arms for you to rest your head on his chest.

Damian was woken up by the sound of a phone ringing. He blinked his eyes open, seeing you were in a deep and peaceful sleep. You were not waking up. He realizes it’s your phone so he picks it up to turn it off, but sees the caller ID and stops. Dom.

He slides his thumb across to answer the call. “Hey, Y/N! I wanted to let you know I’m done wi-”

“Oye, Y/N’s not going out tonight, está ocupada conmigo… oh, and Dom,” he paused, glancing over at you and watching you sleep soundly beside him, “borra su número antes de que tengamos un problema.” Damian hangs up before Dom can speak, setting your phone to the side and cuddling into you once more before falling back asleep himself.

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Stay With Me(Sugar Daddy!Enji Todoroki x Fem!Sugar Baby!Reader)

warnings: smut, angst, swearing, heart break, sugar daddy and sugar baby relationship, post time skip in MHA, Enji has a prosthetic arm, Enji and Rei are divorced, Touya lives!, power dynamics, unprotected sex, kissing, slight dark themes, abandonment,

word count: 3.2k

pairings: Sugar Daddy!Enji Todoroki x Fem!Sugar Baby!Reader

summary: Enji gets the idea to hire a sugar baby, and while he thinks it's a good idea, he didn't think he'd develop feelings for her. instead of trying to work through these new feelings, he pushes her away.

a/n: for my little fic trade with @cherryblossombankai!! I hope you'll enjoy this mess!

dividers: @adornedwithlight

taglist: @thissaintjessi.  @cherryblossombankai , @thestarsystemsworld @pixelcafe-network

It had been his oldest son’s idea. They were all a little worried about him; his children thought about how this would affect his psyche. Rei had been right to leave. It wasn’t about the war, the fighting or even anything else. It was about her own feelings and her own want to pursue something different in life.

This left Enji with a lot of alone time. He enjoyed it at first. He finally felt like he could work on atoning for the hurt and the sins. He could self-reflect and think about how he was going to become a better father, a better hero, a better friend. Of course, he wasn’t doing the pro hero work anymore, but he was wondering how he could use his old image as a way to help out with charities.

And of course, since Touya had recovered from their last encounter, he’s been helping Touya become a member of society. It had been tough at first, considering how much damage he had done to his first born. But slowly, they were able to make amends and even attend therapy together. Touya felt like he could actually be a part of this world and Enji felt like he would be able to help his son through these tough times.

So when Touya came up to him one afternoon with his bright idea, Enji was very curious. Though, he had to admit that he wasn’t expecting it to be this.

“You should find someone to keep you company,” Touya says between bites of his dinner.

“That’s why you live with me, son.” Enji concludes.

Touya laughs, “Nah dad…you need to get laid. Come on, I know you do. It’s the only thing missing in your miserable life.”

This last comment causes Enji to spit out his drink. Did he hear that correctly? It had certainly been some time since he last had sex, but it wasn’t the first thing on his mind. Enji sighs softly before wiping his mouth off with a napkin.

“I don’t think that’s any of your concern.” He finally says to Touya.

Touya shrugs. “Look, all I’m sayin’ is that you could find yourself a little honey. I know of this app that connects you with—”

“I’m not going to fucking download some stupid dating app!”

And with that, dinner was over. Touya had pushed his buttons a bit too much and Enji went to bed miserable that night. He was lonely. He was tired of his bed feeling so damn cold. It was sad and pathetic. Here he was, nearing his mid-fifties and he had nobody to share this life with other than his oldest son who would one day leave the nest.

So the next day, he asked Touya for the app. Touya didn’t say anything more than give him tips on how to set up the profile.

Enji met with a number of young women. It was for a sugar baby, which he didn’t realize at first. But it suited him just fine. All he had to do was give the girl a little spending money and she’d go out on dates with him and fuck him. Truly it was the perfect solution to his loneliness. 

A lot of the young women were thrilled to be matched with former pro hero Endeavor. Some of them were disgusted. Then there were some who were just in it for the money. Still, he craved a little connection. Something to let him know he still meant something to someone.

When he met you, he found you so alluring. You were young, sweet and definitely beautiful. You made him laugh, which was a first during all these stupid dates. And he made you laugh, which made his stomach flip every time he heard it. Despite this, things were a bit more rocky than you had anticipated the first few times you two got together.

There were some ground rules you had to follow. After your initial date to get to know one another, Enji laid down the law with you.

“I don’t want you seeing anyone else. Mostly due to a safety thing…” he didn’t want to admit that he’d get jealous if you were to see someone else while seeing him. “If I call you or text you, I expect you to come to me as soon as possible.”

You nodded your head, surprised to hear him be this firm and disciplinary with you after such a fun first date together.

“This is the allotted allowance for now.” He slides over a folded piece of paper. “There are certain things I expect of you, but we don’t have to do the relationship thing.”

This surprised you in some ways. But who were you to judge him? You had initially joined to help pay your college debt. Still, you wanted some sort of companionship. Enji lists off the expectations to you: to keep him satisfied, to join him during special events and hero galas, to go on dates with him from time to time.

“Any money I send to you, I want you to use portions of it to buy yourself cute outfits.” He finally concludes the meeting. He hands you a wad of cash without looking back at you. 

You’re beginning to wonder what you got yourself into.

It starts off fairly easy. He asks you to come over a few times, but it only leads to kissing. He doesn’t even really look you in the eyes. It just seems too intimate for him, and he can’t handle the way you look at him. No, he fucking hates the way you look at him like he’s actually worth something. He fucking hates that you treat him like an actual human and not this disgraced man.

You get to know Touya fairly well, which doesn’t surprise you. He’s around your age, which does make things a little weird. But neither him nor Enji make it awkward for you. Touya knows you’re there to help his father transition into a different part of his life.

The first time Enji invites you out on a real date, you feel nervous about it. It’s the first time since your first meeting that you two will be going out. You’re not surprised to find a delivery person at your door an hour later with a huge bouquet of roses and a beautiful dress just for you. The card is signed by Enji.

He charms you in so many ways. He makes you question every single thing. He’s such an enigma, and you know he’s worth cracking the code. Deep down inside, you knew you were starting to fall for the traumatized man.

After the date, he invites you back to his place. And he’s rough with you. He kisses you like he’s never kissed someone in his life. It’s teeth clashing and tongues wrestling for dominance. He bends you over the side of the couch, lifting up the skirt of the dress he bought for you.

“You’ve been a good girl so far,” he growls in your ear as he pumps one of his fingers into you. You gasp at the sudden stretch. “Why don’t you let me show you how a real man makes love?”

The words that you were about to say get stuck in your throat as Enji curls his fingers deep inside of you. Your knees buckle and you’re very happy that he has you bent over the couch because you weren’t going to be able to stand up on your own two feet. You gasp once again when the big man kneels down behind you and begins lapping at your went cunt like it’s his last meal.

You’ve never had anyone push you to the edge quite like Enji does. And when you’re barely recovered from that earth shattering orgasm, he’s pushing into you from behind. It’s a rough pace to begin with, but it slowly gets more passionate. He pulls you to be flush against his chest, pressing kisses to your neck and shoulders.

“So beautiful…” he grunts in your ear. “So fucking perfect.”

He makes you cum a few more times before finishing on your ass and back. He doesn’t look you in the eyes when he throws the washcloth in your hands. Then he hands you his credit card, leaving you to get dressed and out of the house all by yourself.

The weeks that follow are even lonelier than before you met Enji. He only sends you money. He doesn’t ask for you to come see him anymore. It’s almost like he’s ashamed of himself and ashamed of what transpired between you two. It breaks your heart to think of him all alone in his bed,

You try to continue on with your life, but you have become quite attached to the older man. You remember the way you made each other laugh during that first meeting. You had butterflies in your tummy every time you thought about that. You know that deep down, Enji Todoroki is quite the charming man who is very much worthy of love.

Still, the days go by and you barely hear from him. You wonder if maybe the arrangement has been called off. You try to reach him, but you get no answer. The money comes in dribs and drabs, but nothing concrete. You finally gain the courage to message Touya.

The news that comes from Touya isn’t surprising, but it does break your heart. Apparently since that night, Enji has been locking himself in his room most days and not coming out. He’s been hiding from the world. The oldest Todoroki son doesn’t know what to make of it, but he has a sneaking suspicion it has to do with you.

“Look, can you just come over and talk to him? He’s just not doing well.”

How could you deny this? You get ready to head out to their place. You don’t know what to expect when you get there, but you’re hoping you can help out. Touya opens the door and he leads you to his father’s bedroom.

Quietly you knock. Your heart is in your throat. The door swings open and there stands the man you’ve developed feelings for. He looks worse for wear. His eyes narrow when he sees you. You’ve never seen him this disheveled before. He’s not even wearing his prosthetic arm.

“What the hell are you doing here? Didn’t you get the message?!” He snaps angrily. “I don’t want you around anymore!”

“B-but you never said that to me! You just stopped talking to me. Dropped me like I was yesterday’s news.”

He scoffs, “Quit the dramatics! You knew what this was. You know what you are to me.”

This breaks your heart. He might as well have hit you. It’s what it feels like. Despite knowing what this started as, you had hopes that maybe it would turn into something more. Maybe you and Enji would fall in love, but it’s not the way it’s going at all. It’s turning into a complete nightmare.

You sniffle and try to hide your tears. “If that’s how you feel, then I’ll stop bothering you.”

You leave the house, your heart heavy. It’s not the outcome you wanted, but it’s the outcome that happened. Maybe sometime down the line, you and Enji could fall in love and be happy. Or maybe you’d stay apart and move on with your lives.

Slowly, despite your broken heart, you move on. You find other things in your life. You meet new people. You get away from the sugar baby scene and you begin to see things from a different perspective. You missed Enji, yes, but things were different now. You were a different woman.

It was months later when you caught a glimpse of him. You two just happened to be at the same grocery store. He looks better than the last time you saw him. There’s something inside of you that desperately wants to go talk to him, but you know it’ll probably only cause trouble. So you let it slide, hiding your pain by leaving the store before he even spots you.

This begins to happen a bit more. You see Enji while you’re out and about. He seems happier than the last time you saw him. You wonder if maybe he’s seeing someone new. Someone who could treat him well and love him in the way he deserved. As much as you wish for that person to be you, you think you’ve missed your chance. You should have been more attentive to his needs.

Eventually, you accidentally bump into him. Your heart races in your chest when your body hits into the mass of muscles. His eyes widen and he smiles softly. There’s a pink tinge on his cheeks. It’s been almost a whole year since the last time you two talked.

“H-hi…” you offer shyly.

He smiles again. “Hi, how are you?”

This causes the two of you to begin gravitating towards one another. You two stand in the aisle at the grocery store and talk to one another like you were two old friends and not a sugar baby and her former sugar daddy. It tugged at your heartstrings like nothing else could. You were wondering if you could ever get over Enji Todoroki.

“Hey, want to go for coffee sometime?” He says, reaching over to gently brush some hair from your face.

You nod your head. “Yeah! I’d love that.”

A week from that day, you stand in front of one of your favorite cafes waiting for Enji. He arrives soon after, a bouquet of roses in his hands. Your eyes widen when you look at him. He seems almost completely different from the sad man you used to know. He kisses your cheek softly, handing you the bouquet.

Coffee goes well. You’re really surprised by how soft and sweet this man is. When you were his sugar baby, things didn’t go quite the way you wanted. It was always a little more awkward than you had anticipated. But now it felt like you two were getting along in a totally different way.

When he drops you off later on, you two make plans to see each other again. But when the day comes, he completely stands you up. You feel broken hearted. How could he do this to you again? How could he reach into your chest and rip your heart out again when you thought this could be different for you two?

You weren’t going to let him off easy. You make your way to his house by taxi. You’re fuming as you think of all the things you’re going to tell him. As you try to keep a levelhead, you know you’re going to explode.

Touya is the one who lets you in. He’s surprised to see you. He has a million and one questions, but he knows he can wait to ask you. This isn’t what’s important now. Based on the look on your face and how you stormed past him to get to Enji’s room, there is something else going on.

And you begin to slam your fist on Enji’s bedroom door. When he opens it, he’s shocked to see you. He figured you would have just forgotten about this old man. It’s what he deserves. He shouldn’t be allowed to even try to have something of a normal relationship with you.

“How dare you!? How fucking dare you, Enji Torodoki?! You keep fucking ripping my heart out of my chest.” There are tears streaming down your cheeks now.

“You shouldn’t be here!” He yells. “You’re supposed to just fucking forget about me!”

Both of you are angry. The tension is so high right now. You’re practically shaking as the words he said really hit you. You were supposed to just forget about him? How could you forget about the man who actually made you feel something instead of the steady numbness that life provides?

You push yourself against him, your chest mashing itself into his now-doughy body. He wasn’t nearly as muscular as he used to be. He looks at himself as this complete failure. He’s not meant to be loved.

“Enji Todoroki, I fucking love you. Do you understand me?! I love you!”

It’s all he needs to hear before he’s picking you up and pulling you into a heated kiss. He’s hungry as he kisses you, but it’s a little slower this time. It’s like he wants to memorize the taste and feel of you. Hurriedly, he pulls you into his bedroom and closes the door.

You’re pushed onto the bed, and you grab him by the collar of his shirt. He laughs softly when he lands on top of you, slightly crushing you. But it feels oh-so good. You never want this moment to end. You run your fingers through his hair, tugging slightly as he leans back in to kiss you. It’s all you’ve ever wanted.

“I love you too,” he pants between heated kisses. “I was so stupid to hurt you over and over again. I just couldn’t bring myself to drag you down to my level. You deserve the world.”

You shake your head. “You’re the one I want. Can’t you see that?”

He cups your face in his hands, using his thumbs to brush away your tears. Enji continues to kiss you over and over, pulling your clothes off with a needy haste. You do the same, making sure to spend extra time caressing his body. He feels old and worn out and washed up, but the way you touch him reminds him that maybe he can be loved.

Enji spends a long time kissing you all over. His tongue soothes over every little inch of your body. You can’t believe this is happening. It feels like heaven just to have him touching you in this way. When he finally has you ready to take him, you’re more than ready.

He slides into you slowly, watching your face contort into pure pleasure. Enji wants to commit this look into his mind for all eternity. Because that to him proves that he can do something right. He ruts into you deeply, but slowly. Every thrust is full of longing and love and need that neither of you could even put into words.

Your wrap your legs around him, pulling him into you even deeper. He smiles before burying his face in the crook of your neck. Enji places little love bites all over your tender flesh as he brings you to orgasm. The sounds you make just for him are what push him even further to his own peak.

“C-can I…inside?” He asks, his tone almost bashful.

You nod eagerly. “Please daddy.”

You watch as his eyes roll back and he growls. His body tenses as he begins to shoot his seed deep inside of you, and then he slowly stills. He holds onto you like you’re about to disappear.

“I love you, I always have. I was a dumb old man and made you feel like you weren’t good enough.” He finally confesses. “But I won’t ever do it anymore. No more…”

You kiss him back, smiling. “I love you too, Enji. I trust you.”

He contents himself with holding you close, running his fingers through your hair. Tomorrow, he’ll make it all up to you. He promises from this day forward, he’s going to show you that he can be a better man.

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[myemuisemo]

Watson, discouraged by the impersonal replies Holmes sends to his letters, is instead journaling in chapter X of The Hound of the Baskervilles in Letters from Watson.

Two items caught my attention: the dog cart and the typewriter lady.

Dogs and dog carts

I'd been imagining the English countryside full of little carts pulled by very large dogs, like Nana from Peter Pan. This can be done, as we see in this still from a 2011 Lancashire Online video:

But no! It is a dog cart because it was used for hauling hunting dogs. The dogs are carried in that hat-shaped space under the seats.

As we raise a glass for Mortimer's lost spaniel, the question arises: how big a dog can be transported in a dog cart?

Can we fit an English Mastiff? (English working dog, 30 inches tall at the withers, which is the highest point of the back, near the neck.)

Can it fit a Great Dane? (Hunting dog, minimum 28 inches to the withers.) This dog would also have been called a "mastiff" in 1889.

The massive Great Dane is Scooby-Doo, by the way. So Scooby-Doo of the Moors, if you exist, where are you?

But where could such a hound lie concealed, where did it get its food, where did it come from, how was it that no one saw it by day?

Given that an actual convict, sought by half the countryside, successfully hid in a Neolithic hut and ate meals from the kitchen of the very house where you are staying, Watson, hiding a dog cannot be that hard. The countryside is full of servants nobody bothers to mention and large houses with stables nobody has yet visited. "Oi, ye can't be thinkin' of Minnie, what goes with John at the Pub, can ye? She's a right friendly hound, always up for a pet and a treat."

The typewriter lady

Frankland. has. a daughter. And he disowned her, because of course he did. He's really turning out to not be the jolly old curmudgeon that Watson wants to paint him as.

Many hints are dropped that Laura Frankland Lyons was difficult in some way beyond an impulsive choice of husband -- I'm leaning toward her having a mind of her own and being willing to speak it, rather than to sexual improprieties. Why?

Because although she settles down in a little village (generally agreed to be an expy of Bovey Tracey), the business she starts to support herself is not sewing, laundering, or other respectable-but-ill-paid pursuits typical for single women. It's "a typewriting business."

By 1889, typewriters have existed for about 15 years but been in common business use for more like 5 years. So culturally, Laura Lyons' typewriting business is very modern: more like "learn to code and build apps" in today's world. She's being coded as efficient and independent.

Here's a Fitch 1 typewriter, which might have been a little new for Laura Lyons' business.

Women did start typewriting businesses as soon as typewriters were available! Mark Adams dedicates an entire blog to the history of typewriters, including this gem of a post that documents the early women in this field in the U.S.

So what is Laura Lyons typing, in a little village in Devon? There is surely less business than she could find in a larger settlement. Business and legal documents that require multiple copies might be one line of business. Another is typing someone's book manuscript. Is anyone on the moor writing a memoir? A book on legends? A scientific treatise on butterflies or perhaps skulls?

The mystery man

My bet is 70% on Holmes, 30% on Rodger Baskerville or his heirs.

Watson almost regains his cinnamon roll status with me for this line:

I am certainly developing the wisdom of the serpent, for when Mortimer pressed his questions to an inconvenient extent I asked him casually to what type Frankland's skull belonged, and so heard nothing but craniology for the rest of our drive.

[mko001]

#cophypno story P1

So, it turns out my stupid idiotic idea that I thought might get me arrested, actually ended up being the best idea I've ever had!

What was the idea? Well, to get myself a personal cop plaything of course.

How would I implement my idea...well that's the tricky bit...I didn't really know. I kept hoping I'd meet one on one of the lesser known gay apps, or recognise one in one of the seedier bars outside of town. Sadly none of this worked out, well I thought it was going to...I did actually see one cop I recognised in a gay bar in the next town...sadly for me, turns out he was undercover... or so he said anyway, who knows.

So, what did I end up doing...well for a while, absolutely nothing. I'd pretty much given up.

Anyway, one day I ended up down a YouTube rabbit hole, watching one video after the next...I can't even remember what the first video was, when I ended up finding a video about mind control. Worth a watch I thought, even just for a laugh if nothing else.

Well this video ended up captivating me, maybe the video used some sort of subliminal technique to keep me watching, if so it worked. After finishing the video, I went to the user's channel and found loads more videos all covering the subject of hypnosis, mind control, manipulation etc. I was surprised these videos had never been removed, they taught the basics of hypnosis on the willing...and the unsuspecting!

This was when my idea came to light once more...I was going to hypnotise a cop. Wait...I'm being stupid right? I can't just go up to a police officer and use some mind tricks on him...can I?

Turns out I can do exactly that. I spent weeks, maybe even months, researching hypnosis, I even got chatting with the video creator to get some one to one training. I didn't tell him my plan of course. He taught me several ways to hypnotise someone, including a few ways when the subject doesn't even know they're being hypnotised!

Now was the day...there were several officers at my local station I liked, but there is one motorcop I've had my eye on for some time. He seems to be one of the senior officers on the bike squad, bit older than some of the other guys, but that is how I like them. He looks so good in his smart tight fitting uniform and tall boots. So now I just have to wait near the station until he returns from patrol, luckily I didn't have to wait long. As I saw him approach, I drove my car right onto the no parking area outside the main entrance, got out and leant against the outside of the car. Just as I'd hoped, he started to approach. Oh damn, I hope he doesn't notice my trousers starting to tent, I shouldn't have expected anything less though, seeing him approach, looking so damn sexy.

"sorry son, you can't park your car there, you'll have to leave it in the parking lot round back" he said to me. His voice was so smooth, it nearly made me forget why I was here, but I composed myself.

"oh sorry officer, I'll only be a few minutes, can't you just overlook it this time please?"

"sorry, if you don't move it now I'll have to write you up a ticket".

Just as he is about to start writing, I start to distract him,

"hey, before you start writing, have you seen the shine I get on the hood of my car? It's a special wax I use, if you look right at it, it seems to shimmer"

I wasn't lying either, it was a special wax I used. It turns out the hypnosis video youtuber I spoke to had a really developed it himself. He said it's one of the best ways to quickly distract people to start working on them, and he wasn't wrong. The cop was now staring directly at my car, he'd even stopped blinking.

"nice isn't it officer. You find yourself getting drawn into it, it's almost relaxing just to look at it don't you think"?

The officer looked slightly back up at me, his eyes already looked kinda sleepy

"uh huh" was all he could manage to say, before looking directly back at the car. I left him to stare a little longer before continuing.

"Officer...err, what's your name?"

He just about manages to reply;

"Officer Jack Bailey"

"ok Officer Bailey, continue to stare at the car, enjoy getting drawn in, it's magical, you feel so happy, relaxed and at peace as you stare. You can still hear my voice but all other sounds have gone silent. Your thoughts now should be focusing only on the car and on my voice. My voice is the only one you will want to listen to from now on. Keep staring and relaxing"

Jack looked so relaxed I thought he was going to fall over. I went over to his side and put my arm round him, like someone would do with their friend. I didn't want to look suspicious to anyone around, but in reality I was holding him steady. When I placed my a round him, I felt his firm body, he clearly works out. Well this made my trouser tent grow somewhat!

His head was now drooping, I had to be quick now before any other officers showed up.

"Jack, listen to me closely, later this evening after your shift is over, I want you to come to my place, stay in your uniform and come alone. I'll put my address in your pocket. You won't question why your coming, it will just feel right to you. Once you're at mine, we'll continue your programming"

When I said that last bit, I saw his face twitch slightly, he almost looked confused. I needed to strengthen the hypnotic control properly in privacy, but this should be enough to get him to that stage.

"now, in a moment I'm going to wake you up, you won't remember this happening, but you will do as I've told you. Also, you won't write me that ticket, you'll just remember that we've been having a friendly chat before I head away. Do you understand"?

"yeesss... I understand", he sounded so sleepy when he responded.

"now, when I snap my fingers, you'll wake up and we'll finish our conversation, you'll then carry on with your day as normal, but you won't tell anyone about our little chat out here.

*snap*

His face comes back to life, he blinks a few times before turning to me.

"well it's been nice chatting buddy, you take it easy out there" Jack said in his normal voice.

"err yeah thanks officer, I will do. See ya later"

He walked away into the station. I got back in my car and just sat there stunned...had that actually just worked? I kept waiting for some other officers to come out to arrest me...but nothing. Well the true test will be tonight! And you, fine readers, will just have to wait for part 2 to find out if I get my own cop plaything.

[missathlete31]

April Showers Bring May Flowers

Based on the Spring Time Prompts that @bradshawsbaby posted

Summary: Hangman and Phoenix take their son to the park for a little family time after Jake gets home from a deployment.

Note: So in this story I imagined Jake and Natasha are now married with a 3 year old son JJ and a 9 month old daughter Lena. Figure for timeline sake, this is about 5-6 years after the mission in TGM.

Hope you all enjoy!

On a rare rainy day in North Island, Natasha Trace Seresin, a former pilot for the legendary Dagger Squad and current instructor at Top Gun, was feeling her patience wearing thin. As a California baby her whole life until she enlisted, the dark haired woman loved the sunshine and warmth. Both seemed to be missing as she trudged further into the lashes of rain water falling from the sky though, leading to her releasing a long huff of annoyance, “if you had just listened to me Bagman” she spat angrily at her husband, yanking up her jacket’s hood higher to avoid getting her hair anymore wet, “we could have been nice, and warm, and dry, at home” she intoned, “instead of out here! But no,” she mocked his voice with a terrible impression of a Texas twang, “you were convinced the rain was done!”

Here, ended up being the park near their house where besides a wonderful playground that the family usually frequented, also featured a grassy hill leading down to a generous size pond with ducks. Their son JJ, three years old and the splitting image of his father (and the same wide green eyes that knew how to make Natasha's heart melt), had developed a new fascination with all things nautical, despite being surrounded by planes since before he was out of the womb. Nat assumed it was because the young boy finally understood that when Daddy was away he was on a big ship, leading the small child to lug his own toy ones everywhere he went. Now that Jake was home, after a long and difficult six month deployment, JJ had been bursting at the seams to show his father his favorite place to sail his boats. All it took was the little blonde's toddler voice asking to see "duckies and boats" with his Daddy before Hangman was planning a whole day's adventure.

Without looking at the weather report first it seemed.

Natasha had tried to talk him into rescheduling this morning, getting the weather app loaded up on her phone and showing him the forecast, but Jake had waved her off with a "they're always wrong" and continued to pack their bag. Now the family was caught in the newest ambush, the rain picking up its intensity as it created puddles all around them. Phoenix kicked one with her boot in frustration watching the water spray up all around, "It's getting worse" she announced in reiteration.

Jake turned to her then, his hair matted down and dark from the rainwater. His own jacket was without a hood leading to him being drenched in the onslaught of the storm. Perhaps if he looked like a drowned rat like she was feeling, Natasha would have lightened up a bit more, but her husband tended to be infuriatingly gorgeous at all moments, including this one, and it only served to grind her gears even more. Of course, he also looked like a sad puppy, making it harder to stay mad. "Sorry Nix" the wet blond hollered over the wind, "I guess you were right about the storms coming through."

"You think!" she called back, trudging closer while being careful of the slippery grass. "It's pouring!"

"I know" Jake's green eyes turned downward in his remorse and Natasha fought the urge to roll her eyes; her husband was just a big child on most days. "But hey" Hangman looked up and nodded to his right, a small smirk rising on his lips, "at least someone is enjoying himself."

Phoenix followed his gaze to a few feet away where their little JJ was happily playing in the fall rain shower. Despite hating being wet herself, Nat couldn’t help but smile at the joy her son was clearly having in his new rain boots and coat. JJ was bundled as well as she could get him but still he laughed as the water fell and landed on his face and cheeks, sticking to the fan of his eye lashes as the little boy looked up to catch them in his mouth. When he was done catching droplets, he turned his attention to some of the small ducks still in the area, quaking happily as he watched their webbed feet make indents in the mud and grass. The small boy was as unbothered by the change in weather as a kid could be, enjoying the moment in pure childhood bliss. Nat turned back to see Jake watching the sight with just as much love in his eyes as she had. When he noticed her gaze Hangman's smile deepened, "a little rain's not that bad, right darlin'?"

 "You're lucky he's having fun Bagman" Phoenix threatened, though it held no true anger, "and that he looks so cute in that little jacket."

"And do I not look cute in mine?" Hangman teased, flaunting his own apparel as he moved closer to his wife.

Natasha pretended to sigh lazily, "I've seen better” she informed audaciously.

"Oh" Jake wrapped a wet hand around her back pulling her closer, "have you now?" He guided her right into his strong chest, the rain falling from his the bottom of his chin landing down on her cheeks as they locked eyes. Their bodies pressed together in a wet flush; Natasha would have been mad at the uncomfortable rub their two rain jackets gave the other if she hadn't missed her husband's embrace for so long. She knew that once they got married and started to have a family that deployments were going to become even more difficult, but this last one had really left her heart reeling. Maybe it was because JJ was getting older and understanding more, or that their daughter Lena, who was 3 months and only learning how to smile when Jake initially left, was now 9 months and starting to take wobbly steps when he returned. Nat tried to record as many milestones as she could, as many tee-ball games and new food group taste tests that her phone could hold but it just wasn't the same. She missed Jake, and she knew her children, even little Lena did too. Every day he was away from them tugged at their hearts a little more, and Natasha could tell just from the way her husband held her tight that he felt the same way.

"I'm glad you're home" she whispered up at him, her eyes shining with a moisture that wasn't rainwater.

"I'm glad I'm home too" Jake answered back, leaning down and planting a gentle kiss on his wife's lips. It was tender and loving though she could still feel the passion that had always defined their relationship in the way his hands gripped her body in all the right places; as if they were made to be in each other's arms. "I missed this" he murmured, moving his lips further south and trying to get through the knots of her tied hood, his warm breath managing to heat the skin along her throat.

Her head instinctively lifted, giving him the room to plant more affectionate kisses on her softest skin, “I missed this too” she moaned quietly, “Missed you” Nat admitted with the burning of the touch of his lips, “God I wish you never had to leave us again.”

Jake pulled back at her words suddenly, startling Natasha from her amorous haze at the sharpness of the movement. She looked up in confusion, catching something flickering on Hangman’s face, a hesitance that was foreign for the usually confident man. Phoenix reached a hand upward, pushing wet hair from her husband’s forehead as she tried to coax his thoughts from him, “what is it?” she asked him.

“I just- I actually wanted to talk to you about that" he rubbed a nervous hand along the back of the sodden short strains of hair on the nape of his neck. "Cyclone called and he said-“ but Jake’s words died out as Natasha’s attention diverted to the couple’s right, where she heard her son's excited giggle. The three year old had managed to unzip his hood from the top of his jacket, a silly feature that Natasha should have known better than to entertain with a toddler. With the hood no longer attached, JJ waved it like a flag as it billowed in the breeze. When a stronger gust rustled through, the little boy's grip faltered and the blue fabric sailed through the air. "My 'ood Momma" he screeched desperately, bottom lip trembling. His stout little legs began to waddle to follow.

Jake made a grab for the cover as it passed them, but missed, causing the hood to land on the bottom of the hill right on the edge of the pond. When it looked like JJ was going to risk a tumble to get his article of clothing, Jake's voice turned a bit more firm, "Hey buddy, don't go down there okay? Just stay right here" Hangman ordered his son. The edge of the pond was covered in mud from the rising level of water the storm was bringing, the soupy swampy mess a hazard for anyone but even worse coming off the steep incline of the hill. Jake released his wife and moved to head down, "stay up here with JJ, I'll get it."

Nat rolled her eyes at her husband's chivalrousness, moving to head down herself, "forget it, I'll get it, I have the better boots." She was right of course, besides wearing the wrong jacket, Jake also wasn't wearing the best footwear, but he still looked unsure to let the woman attempt herself. "I don't know Nix-" he began.

"I got it Bagman" the dark haired woman continued down, taking the hill easy though not afraid to stick a hand out to slow her decent. She slipped a little along the way, earning a sharp cry of "Are you okay" from up above.

"Yes!" she called back up, maintaining her heading.

"Okay just be careful of the -"

"I said I got it Bagman- whoa!" Natasha's left foot hit a smooth patch and went sliding, all traction lost as her body hit the ground hard and began to skim across the rest of the grass. For a terrifying moment she thought she was going to slip right into the pond but once she hit the bottom of the hill her butt landed in a puddle of mud with a splat. It slowed her movements to a halt though her heart still beat at a rapid pace as she struggled to take a shaky breath.

"NATASHA!" The woman heard her name screamed from above, and looked up to see Hangman hurrying down the hill after her. "Stay right there JJ, we'll be right back" he hollered behind him towards the wide eye toddler watching as his father moved to get to his mother. "Nat-"

"Jake-"

"I'm coming" he called, hurrying down even though he seemed to flop more on his butt than she did. Finally he found the bottom, scurrying over to her quickly. “Are you alright?” Jake asked the second he landed next to her, ignoring the mud that was getting on his own clothes as he knelt at her side in the puddle. “Are you hurt?” he asked again worriedly eyeing her over for injuries.

Phoenix took a moment to look at her husband; his green eyes were wide with concern and he bit his bottom lip nervously, a tick Natasha had learned very quickly into their dating history for when Jake was feeling guilty. “I’m alright” she answered, though her voice was still a little breathy, “just a little shocked.” She went to move but Jake’s strong arms kept her stationary.

“Are you sure?” he probed, “nothing hurts?”

“Just my pride” Nat answered back truthfully, a little flushed herself.

"Momma?" JJ's voice filtered down from up above them, his little body visible as he clutched one of his toy sailboats, "Momma?”

Phoenix’s heart clenched loving at her son’s voice, “I’m okay honey, don’t worry.”

“Momma good?”

"Mommy's fine bud" Hangman called back, his brow furrowing as he noticed the mud his wife had landed in, “just a little dirty.”

“Dirty!” the toddler parroted, “Momma dirty like duckies!”

“That’s right, just like a ducky- ow!” Jake hollered as Natasha rewarded his teasing with a slap to the arm. It wasn’t hard by any means but the hit left a muddy handprint on the sleeve of Jake’s jacket. “Hey” he groaned, “don’t be getting all that mud on me.”

Nat huffed, “you’re lucky if that’s the worst I do to you” she threatened.

“What does that mean?”

“It means Bagman” she began as she lifted up a hand, noticed it was mud-covered and brought it up to pat at her husband’s cheek gently, “that you are dead” she ribbed, her tone lifting with a bit of teasing mirth as the mud splattered into Jake’s skin. The man grimacing immediately, but Natasha couldn’t tell if it was the feel of the cold liquid on his face or the threat of his wife’s ire later. She smirked brightly, nothing like Bagman’s typical cocky grin, but certainly holding her own if the eye roll Jake gave her back was anything to go by, and leaned closer to Hangman’s face, “you are so, so, dead” she reiterated, giving a few more muddy pats to his other cheek to even it out.

“Wow” Jake drawled, his eyes crinkling with laughter, “this is what I get for rushing down here to safe you.” He rocked back on his heels and stood up, immediately offering a hand out for Nat to grab.

“That’s what you get for not listening to your brilliant wife about weather forecasts” she replied back smartly. Phoenix’s own face brightened as she used his arm to pull herself back standing and regained her footing. It was short-lived though as she noticed the muddy stain that ran down the entire length of her backside, “ugh,” she moaned, “this is never going to come out.”

“In my defense you didn’t listen to your brilliant husband about the slippery grass.”

The dark haired pilot paused the couple’s movements to take her mucky hands and stick them forcefully jutting from her hips, “is that the argument you really want to go with Seresin?” she asked, cocking an eyebrow.

Jake seemed to rethink his position and instead moved to guide them both up the hillside, “fair point” he conceded.

She nodded appreciating, “that’s what I thought.”

As they started their trek Natasha noticed Jake’s face looked flush with guilt. Surprised she nudged him, making sure to keep it gentle to not send the two tumbling back down, “what’s with the look?” she questioned.

“I’m am sorry about not listen this morning though, he spoke up, “you were right.”

 “What was that?” Phoenix probed, not so much for the affirmation but to tease the man in front of her a little more, “say that again please?”

“You were right” he repeated, lowering his chin and keeping his eyes on their next steps, “and I’m sorry” he offered sheepishly, “I knew the rain was still going to be around but I just- I didn’t want to cancel on him.”

Phoenix, surprised by her husband sudden serious tone, looked over and halted their progress. Standing at her side, his arm still holding hers in guidance stood the love of her life, looking like a chastised boy wet in the rain. Her heart constricted when she noticed the pain in Jake’s eyes, “Babe?” she questioned and though they weren’t ones for flirtatious nicknames, it seemed wrong to throw out Bagman when Jake was looking so sad.

“I didn’t want to disappoint him” the blonde admitted softly, “I didn’t want JJ to think his father didn’t want to spend the day doing what he wanted to do.”

Any annoyance Natasha might have felt for being wet and muddy disappeared by the sheer adoration she had for her husband and his love for their family. She knew that Jake’s impossible standards as a parent stemmed from his own horrific childhood, and Nat was adamant to always ensure that her husband understood how amazing he was as a husband, father and provider. This time was no different. “Hey,” she put a hand back to his messy cheek, but this time in seriousness, “JJ idolizes you, you could never disappoint him.”

“All he wanted was to play with the ducks and boats-“

“No” she corrected making sure that Jake was really hearing her, “all he wanted was to spend time with his Daddy. It could have been seeing the ducks or it could have been watching Paw Patrol inside” she removed her hand to tap her pointer finger over her husband’s heart, “as long as he was with you.”

Instead of looking relieved at his wife’s words, Hangman only looked worse. Jake took a miserable look around them, “guess I dropped the ball then-“

“Honey-”

“I just miss so much when I’m away” his eyes looked wet but this time Nat knew it wasn’t from the rain. “It’s hard to come back and not try to make up for it.”

“There’s nothing to make up, hey-” she waited until his green eyes met her brown ones, “there’s nothing to make up Jake, that’s the job. You know that, and so do I, and so will the kids as they get older.”

He nodded roughly. It was clear he wanted to say more but Jake chose to stay silent and continue their walk back to their son. Nat stayed in silence herself as well though she snuck looks at her husband every few seconds and longed to see his normal smile back on his face.

When they finally reached the top Nat moved to pull Jake in for another hug but a voice sounded out to greet them. “Daddy! Momma! Look!” JJ called out, and both pilots turned to see their son covered from head to toe in mud. Gone were his blonde locks and blue rain-boots and coat, replaced with the squishy brown substance over everything, “I’m a mud monster! Rawr!” the three year old gave a giggly roar.

For a moment the two parents just stared. They both wanted to be surprised but in all honesty the amount of trouble that a little boy with the last name Seresin could produce knew no bounds; another thing inherited by his father. “Oh sweetie” Phoenix cooed as she knelt in front of her muck covered son, “you really are a mud monster huh?” she asked sweetly.

“I am Momma” JJ nodded enthusiastically bouncing a little in a puddle and splattering mud all around, “dirty like duckies and you.”

“Yes you are” she turned around to her husband, “but you know who deserves to be dirty too?” She leaned back towards her son, whispering playfully loud by his ear, “your Daddy.”

“Daddy!”

“Give Daddy a big hug”

“Daddy big hug” JJ laughed, running full speed into his father’s arms. Jake caught the boy easily despite the mess, pulling him right into his chest and hugging him with just the sweetest level of tightness, “oh thanks buddy” he smiled, planting an obnoxiously loud kiss on his son’s cheek that got the toddler to giggle even harder, “you give the best hugs.”

“He does, doesn’t he” Phoenix agreed, walking over to her two favorite boys.

“So was this my punishment Nix” Jake ragged questioningly, “because if it is, it needs some work” he admitted, hugging JJ a little tighter, “a muddy hug from this little monster.”

“No” Nat shook her head, moving closer and taking a clean part of her husband’s jacket to wipe their son’s face a little cleaner, “Your punishment for not listening, Bagman” Natasha fussed, moving to gather some of the mud from her son’s clothes onto her hand and dotting her husband’s nose playfully, “is you’re in charge of clean up duty.” She smiled at his dramatic sigh, “that means laundry” she bopped his nose again, leaving a muddy fingerprint, “bath time” she touched his forehead causing a bigger mess, “and I’m making you handle bed time too.”

“All that for wanting to spend time with my son?” he asked with a whine. He scooted JJ over to his left side, allowing Natasha to curl up against his right, “it’s more than worth it” he decided, and once more his lips found hers.

“I give Momma kiss” JJ wiggled in his father’s grip to lean over and plant a wet raspberry of a kiss to his mother. “Oh thank you baby” Natasha smiled, “now how about we start getting packed up to go home, don't need you getting a chill sweetheart."

"Ohh" their son looked crestfallen by the news, clearly never wanting to leave.

"I mean" Jake's lips curled up mischievously, “if I’m in charge of laundry anyway” he placed JJ down on the ground carefully, “might as well go for broke right?”

“Bagman don’t you dare-“

But the blonde had already managed to scoop his wife into his arms, not caring that the mud from her clothes got his own. He carried her easily over to the larger puddles, jumping in one and letting the water hit them both with a grin. Seeing him so happy, so carefree, after such a long deployment, brought a smile to Nat’s face as she wrapped her arms tightly around her husband's neck, holding on as they continued to splash in the rain puddles, “you are a child” she told him fondly, “a big child.”

“That I am darlin’” he winked as he kissed her nose, before turning to find his mud-monster son, “Come on bud” he hollered, motioning for JJ to come join them, “let’s splash some more with Mommy.”

“Yay!” the little boy erupted into laughter, running over to his parents with nothing but joy on his little face.

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A few hours later, after their relieved an amused Penny from babysitting and managed to get themselves cleaned, Natasha found herself cuddled snug on their living room couch, listening to the tail end of the rain storm. She sipped leisurely from her cup of tea, hearing from down the hall the sound of the bathroom door opening.

"Ugh"  Jake moaned as he came into view in pajama pants and a soft white cotton tee, “laundry is done, kids are asleep and I finally feel clean again.”

“Your hair is still wet” Phoenix chastised, watching as her husband run a hand through his blonde locks self-consciously. “Its air drying” he offered back as way of argument.

Nat rolled her eyes, “you’ll catch a chill.” She pulled off her blanket, exposing herself to the cold for a second to entice her husband closer, “come on” she urged, “get over here.”

“You know it’s like 70 degrees in here right” he smirked, though he took his place next to her on the couch anyway.

“It feels like 50 after being in the rain and mud all day” she answered back, moving the covers back into place. “I never wanted to leave that hot shower.”

Jake watched as Natasha fussed, making sure the blanket covered them both properly, “Yeah thanks for leaving me no hot water by the way” he joked playfully. Phoenix looked up, her dark eyes narrowing, “consider that your last punishment” she chided though her tone was just as easy as his.

Hangman only hummed, leaning back into the couch cushions and slowly closing his eyes. Nat watched from his side, afraid to disturb the peace but feeling the urge of their unfinished conversation from earlier gnawing at her. "Hey" she probed, "you never got to finish  what you were going to say before, when we were outside?"

Jake didn't open his eyes, "I don't remember, what was I going to say?"

"About Cyclone calling you?" She felt him stiffen slightly under her and Nat frowned, twisting her body completely to see her husband’s expression. Jake’s eyes were open now, his lips were thin and his expression conflicting. “What is it?” Natasha asked in concern.

“He offered me a position,” Jake finally shared, “at Top Gun.”

“He what-?”

Hangman looked uncharacteristically nervous, “he said Klein was leaving, re-assigned at the end of June.” Natasha nodded at the words; Walter “Wallz” Klein had been at Top Gun for just under a year now, coming in to help with hops once Nat had announced her pregnancy, and staying on even when she came back from maternity leave. He was a nice guy, and a talented pilot, but he still seemed to have trouble connecting with the younger students. Phoenix wasn’t surprised he was asking for the transfer but she hadn’t realized Admiral Simpson was looking for a replacement and especially not one so close to home. “Which means there will be an opening as an instructor” Hangman continued, still watching his wife’s face carefully.

She couldn’t stop her surprise exhalation of air, “You want to be a teacher?”she questioned. Nat wanted to smack herself as her surprised tone made her husband’s face fall, “I didn’t mean it like that” she tried to fix, “I just meant, you’ve always been so focused on deployments and missions, not sitting home.”

“I know” the blonde rubbed a hand to the back of his neck anxiously, “but that was when I thought I didn’t have a home to stay at.” He pulled her left hand to his lips and kissed her wedding ring gently, “I have that now. I have a family that I miss more and more each time I have to leave them.”

“Jake-“

“I’m tired of being away from you all” he shared emotionally, “I’m tired of missing my son’s smile and his little voice and the way he gets so excited when he talks about something he likes” Nat couldn’t help her watery smile, she felt the same way about JJ, she loved him so fiercely. Jake sniffled beside her, “I’m tired of missing all these milestone’s in my daughter’s life. I don’t want Lena to grow up not knowing me. I want to be there, for everything.” He squeezed Phoenix’s hand before giving it another kiss, “I’m tired of being away from you Nix, it kills me every time we have to say goodbye, every time I run the risk of leaving you all and not coming back.”

Her lip quivered with an unshed sob, finding the feelings she had for the man in front of her overwhelming in its intensity, “I love you” she told him with all the certainty of the world, “I love you so much Jake Seresin.”

“I love you Natasha Trace Seresin” he moved to bring his kisses to her lips, finding them plump and eager as he teased a little bite into them playfully. Before things got too heated, he pulled away to meet his wife’s eye, “So what do you think?” he asked her with a joking smile, “will you let me stay?”

Phoenix’s heart clenched lovingly in her chest, wanting nothing more than to kiss her handsome husband’s face and never let him go, but she knew she needed to continue this conversation for all their benefits, “You know I want nothing more than to keep you home with us forever-“ she started hesitantly.

Jake huffed, “don’t tell me you’re afraid you won’t be the favorite teacher anymore on base", he questioned with mirth.

“I need to know this is what you really want” she finished instead, sobering the room. She hated how much it hurt to see Jake’s face fall from his words, a pain filling his eyes. “N-Nix” he stuttered, “of course I-“

“Because-” Phoenix raised a hand to stop him, “I understand if you’re not sure.” She sat back against the arm rest of the couch, the blanket spraying down to her lap. “Deployments and missions are hard but the feelings we get from flying them, from that life,” she looked down at her hands for a moment, “I can’t ask you to give that up.”

A hand reached for her chin, lifting it gently until she was facing her husband’s eyes, “you gave it up” Jake reminded her softly, his fingers rubbing gently on her skin, “you gave it up for our family.”

“I did” she conceded and her mind brought her back to her own choice when she found out she was pregnant with JJ. The truth was that the moment she saw those two lines on the pregnancy test there was no real decision. The excitement of expanding their family, of bringing life into this world outweighed even the high she got from flying. There was nothing she wanted more. The instructor position at Top Gun had been a bonus, allowing her to continue her passions and keep a normal schedule for her growing family. It worked for her, and she loved it. But Nat knew that the same decision might not be loved as much for her husband. She sighed, “I don’t want you to do this because you’re upset about missing Lena’s first steps or JJ’s first tee ball game. I want you to want this” she told him sternly. “Because if you regret it, then you’ll resent this decision, you could resent us-“

“I would never-“

“You don’t know that” Nat spoke up sadly, “instructing is different than missions. It’s not the same adrenaline, it’s not the same stakes. Most of the time you’re in a classroom anyway-“

He shrugged effortlessly, “I have a lot of wisdom to share.”

“I’m being serious.”

“So am I” Jake cut in firmly, “How could I resent a decision that keeps me close to you?” he asked, leaning forward to rest his forehead on his wife’s own, “Baby, I have hated every deployment that’s taken me away from you since Top Gun the first time around.”

She bucked back in confusion, “but we weren’t even together then.”

“I know” the blonde smirked, “but it’s no secret I’ve been in love with you since flight school. That’s why I loved being on the Lincoln with you, even if you only gave me eye rolls and insults-“

“And you only gave me cocky smirks and headaches” she chided back, but she met her husband’s loving look with one of her own. “But your Admiral track” she whispered, knowing how superstitious Bagman could get whenever she brought up his aspirations. He never wanted to ‘jinx’ it, not understanding that he was on the fast track to leadership ever since the Uranium mission years ago. "You said that continued deployments were the best way upward.”

“And they are” he agreed, “but they aren’t the only way. Besides” Jake’s grin widened, resembling a Cheshire cat, “there might be a certain captain’s title in my future or so Cyclone let slip.”

“What!” Nat jumped forward, grabbing for her husband and all but shaking him in her excitement. "Why didn't you tell me!"

"It's not set in stone" he tried to argue but Phoenix was having none of it. "If Admiral Simpson let it slip, it's as good as happening" she reasoned, "that man has never been a gossip!" She brought a hand to Jake's jaw, forcing his eyes on hers, "I'm so proud of you Bagman."

"Couldn't have done it without you Nix" he spoke back honestly, "I love you." He moved his own hand to capture hers against his face, "and I want to be here with you for every rainy day and every sunny one. No more deployments, you're stuck with me for life."

She smiled through her tears, "'for life'" she echoed.

He kissed her then, with all the love of a man who had said goodbye too many times and was now ready to never say it again. When they finally pulled apart, and Nat nuzzled comfortably into her husband's broad chest, Jake kept a strong arm around his wife, kissing the top of her dark hair every so often as he thanked every deity in the world that helped bring this woman into his life. If he could, Jake would never let her go.

As the couple continued to sit in silence, Jake gave his wife a tiny nudge, "Hey Nix?" he questioned, gauging to see if the woman was still awake.

 “Yeah” she murmured, her eyes closed as she stayed leaned into his warmth.

“I just wanted to bring up, you know about me joining you at Top Gun and all"

Nat's eyes opened suspiciously, "yeah?" she encouraged, "what about it?"

"Well," his voice trailed off suspiciously, "I mean technically" he posed, "if I’m a captain, I’ll outrank you.”

Phoenix scoffed, before moving back into her comfy position against her husband and re-closing her eyes, "whatever point you were going to make with that statement Bagman, I suggest you don't" she warned, "or you're sleeping on the couch."

He gave a playful salute even though he knew she couldn't see, "Yes Ma’am" he retorted, snuggling her closer and preparing to fall asleep himself. He spared one last glance to the window, noticing the rain had finally stopped, "hey" he whispered close to her ear, his breath tickling the sensitive skin, "I was right, the rain finally did stop."

"Hmmm" Nat hummed tiredly, "only about six hours too late."

"Better late than never right?"

She placed her hand over his heart feeling the strong beats through his t-shirt, "yes" she agreed, knowing that he meant so much more than just the rain forecast, "better late than never."

[rigelmejo]

I don't know how to explain it well, but the solid memory I have of hanzi where hanzi components and sound Together are really strong, is just super useful. I mentioned that in the study update post.

It's useful of course, because when I learn knew hanzi as I read I tend to remember roughly the pronunciation, so when I hear that new word later I can transfer the reading-comprehension ability to listening-comprehension ability eventually. I can sound out words when reading, if it looks familiar but hard to recall, and see if the sound jogs my memory and helps me recall the word.

It's interesting in seeing how this interacts with my japanese kanji understanding. Its hard to estimate how many kanji I know, I'd put the estimate around 100-300, in terms of ACTUALLY knowing a japanese pronunciation of a given kanji if I saw it. With chinese hanzi knowledge affecting recognition though, I can guess the meaning of a large portion of kanji I see when reading, and if I know the hiragana or listening form of a word or can guess from context, then I can guess the kanji's pronunciation in the word. So artifically, I can recognize more kanji than I actually know.

My study routine in japanese has been HEAVILY listening focused, precisely because I lack recognition of MOST words when in hiragana only (with no chinese hanzi near-cognates to rely on if I can't see kanji), and because I need to know the actual Pronunciation of new words I figure out when reading... and if I see kanji and manage to guess a new word without knowing it's pronunciation, that's an issue that's been ongoing. So I hope as I learn more words through listening, that will help me 1. add a pronunciation guess to kanji words I run into when reading, causing less words to be 'picked up only in kanji written form' and 2. I'll develop better understanding of hiragana words. The listening heavy approach has been working very well - although I don't think I would recommend it (if you care about reading skill), unless you ALSO have a lot of kanji meaning recognition already. If I did not have kanji meaning recognition/a lot of decent guesses from hanzi meaning similarities, then I would instead be doing Listening-Reading where I read things and listened to them pronounced at the same time. So, something like the Satori Reader app lessons (which is my next study plan for japanese, after I get through Glossika japanese course and perhaps listen to some audio-only things like an audiobook or audio drama or show with no subtitles... I really want a solid foundation of thousands of common words I know BY listening comprehension, before I go back to tackling kanji pronunciations).

So if you do not either know a lot of kanji meanings from some SRS app study (like anki and mnemonics for kanji or something), or from chinese similar-cognates meaning wise, then I'd recommend pairing listening with reading activities to hear the kanji pronunciations frequently AS you learn the kanji word meanings. The pairing sound with word is what I used to do for my initial japanese study a few years ago (before Chinese), and worked better for me in terms of learning kanji-words than anything else I tried (Heisig did not work for me and mnemonics only helped me with meaning not pronunciation). For Chinese, I also paired sound with reading the words for the first 2000 words I studied (in an SRS app) and that helped tremendously. I think for me personally, I link sounds of words very heavily to the ability to read them... I remember better with a mental pronunciation in my head of a given word. So for japanese, kanji just did NOT stick with me learning only the meaning. They did not stick in my memory until I also learned them with audio of words containing kanji.

Right now, the hanzi knowledge helping kanji meaning-guessing is basically... I see kanji, I hear mentally the chinese hanzi pronunciation that kanji looks like, then guess the meaning of the kanji in context of a sentence. The issue, of course, is I am mentally recalling chinese pronunciation constantly. I linked hanzi visually to the pronunciation, and that attachment is strong. So I need to work on developing a strong link for japanese kanji-containing words to their japanese pronunciation, only that is going to fix the issue.

And that's how I estimate how many kanji I 'actually' know... can I look at 日本語 and actually mentally hear nihongo (japanese pronunciation instead of ri-ben-yu (chinese), I can see 犬と猫です and know it's inu to neko desu, hearing inu and neko in my head INSTEAD of quan and mao. I can see 鍵を忘れました and mentally hear kagi o wasuremashita instead of wang for 忘. I can see 始めました and hear mentally hajimemashita instead of 'shi' from 開始 (chinese - kaishi start). The words I can read in japanese and actually mentally hear the japanese pronunciations, are the kanji I actually know well.

But if I run into something like 原因 (genin - cause) in japanese, my brain just spits out yuanyin (reason - chinese), and has no idea what the japanese pronunciation is unless I look it up. These are the kinds of words (of which there's tons) that use kanji I am not familiar enough with in japanese, so I think I need a much stronger foundation of listening japanese vocabulary so I'd already know genin means cause from hearing it, then eventually see it in sentences and guess it means genin and Then link that to my memory of the word written in kanji.

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SOME EXCITING NEWS, MY FELLOW KINKY WEIRDOS: I have officially (AT LONG FREAKING LAST) had the opportunity to download both "Obey Me!" and "Fate/Grand Order" to my (rather crummy) cellular device. I've wanted to play both games for a while now, but I haven't been physically able to because my current phone's memory is a gigantic pile of...insert an unpleasant euphemism here. :P Well, thanks to the purchase of a very lovely new SD card - and the ability to shuffle around some apps accordingly - I have FINALLY been able to get the space needed to get these games. I'm not totally unfamiliar with either franchise, of course; "Fate" I've seen several of the anime shows for, and "Obey Me!" I've also watched the anime shorts series. But in terms of the latter, I'm not really an expert and have been known to make several mistakes in details, and in terms of the former, there's just a lot of characters and story elements for "Grand Order," specifically, that I just don't know much about, because the game is absolutely MASSIVE in its cast and scope. Hopefully, with the ability to play these games now literally at my fingertips, I can develop and/or rethink some crushes, and just get a better understanding of these worlds and characters for future endeavors. We'll see how things go in the near future. ;)

[bromcommie]

I don’t know how I’m meant to choose from such an enticing list of WIPs, “but we kick each other into gear (and off buildings)” is calling my name! Please tell me more!

Hi hi, thank you for dropping in! <3

Okay, so this is the first fic I ever started writing way back during quarantine as a sort of Endgame fix-it, and it's pretty much been dormant for years now because real life got in the way before I could develop all that much connecting plot. Funnily enough, I did also start with Sam refusing the shield (albeit under slightly different circumstances and with Steve not having committed complete character suicide), but for the most part it's just disconnected episodes of Sam and Bucky work-roadtripping around Europe and Asia, slowly figuring each other out and processing their own respective issues and grief + a healthy helping of random local color, OCs, and humor thrown in on the side.

Looking back on it there's so much I'd want to rework there but it's still dear to my heart, so I might eventually go back to it - especially because TFATWS left a lot to be desired, imho, and I'm still mad about it.

One of the more crack-adjacent partial episodes under the cut if you're interested:

More and more, he unexpectedly finds himself having to explain to people that hanging around the guy is not a very dangerous affair these days, strictly speaking, unless you count the occasional collateral damage to Sam’s nerves. It's all a bit unsettling, trying to justify a former international terrorist in the eyes of others like he’s a particularly snappy pitbull with a history of dogfighting: Yeah, he did almost throw that fan to the ground the other day, but they snuck up on us. No, he doesn’t like crowds, but a family get together is okay and he’s surprisingly good with kids. No, no, he doesn’t do that anymore, we’re trying to get him accustomed to more well-adjusted activities, like going for runs and sleeping more than 45 minutes a time. Yes, he’s actually a sweetheart, looking for his forever home. Sam briefly entertains the idea of putting that last one on Bucky’s Tinder profile while he’s sleeping. To be fair, he wouldn’t necessarily call whatever relationship they’ve managed to develop smooth sailing, either, or particularly sanity affirming. But neither is being constantly on the move chasing an unsubstantial lead and yet here they both are, essentially backpacking their asses all around Europe like the world’s most traumatized spring breakers. Here they fucking are. "Where are we, again?" Sam says, squinting down at his phone where the maps app is once again blanking out to a dull grey grid as if to personally spite him. "Poland," Bucky deadpans from the driver's seat but his expression's distracted, fingers tapping out an offbeat pattern on the wheel that clashes with the folky tune crackling in over the faint radio signal. "Hilarious. I meant which town are we about to pass through, I wanna try to look up a place to buy a charger for this thing," he says, sighing when his phone takes that as a blessing and finally gives out with a sad chirp. He casts a look out the window, the rows and rows of tall pine trees blurring together into near-impenetrable greens and maroons as the sun goes down. He hopes they find a place to crash soon — he's about ready to pass out himself, and his back is way past the days it could withstand sleeping in the car. Next to him, Bucky's very quiet save for the soft tap-tap-tap of his hands against the leather. "Barnes." "Hm?" "You have no clue where we are, do you." "No, of course I do. It's, uh." He shrugs, forcibly casual. Sam's going to strangle him. "It's a Polish, y'know. Municipality." "Can you just—" "Old. Probably been invaded a couple of times." "Bucky."

"Lotsa consonants in the name." "You said you knew this area," Sam accuses. "That you've been here recently." "I do," he insists, glaring through the windshield at the idyllic scenery like it spat at him and called his mother something untoward. "I did, at least, but then they had to go and change all the fucking signs, and the roads don't look the same, and the trees are all—" he waves a hand vaguely instead of finishing, like that's supposed to be sufficient explanation or at all helpful to Sam's growling stomach and their equally dead, equally useless phones. "Oh, it's the trees' fault? The trees are different from when you—" He cuts off, a niggling gear turning loud and loose somewhere in the back of his brain all of a sudden. The compounded sleep deprivation's really not helping in giving it a name and a meaning, scattering his thoughts in ten different directions. Something he read once, about trumpets, or— no, the archangel. Why that? They passed a church about an hour ago, but he hasn't been in so long his poppy's probably turning over in his grave, and anyway what does that have to do with— He blinks once, twice. Bucky resettles in the driver's seat, shifty-eyed as anything. The gear rattles, and turns, and turns, and then clicks. Not church. Not trumpets. Junior year of high school, AP History. His presentation on Gabriel Jones, PFC, and his role in running comms with local resistance members during an action, which got him a grudging pat on the back from the brass and shrapnel permanently lodged in the upper thigh. He managed to get himself and two members of his team, including his CO who got shot in the neck, out of the line of fire long enough to get medical treatment. He saved Captain America's life. It was an act of bravery, Sam'd told the class as his teacher nodded along gravely. It was a miracle any of them survived. They were down on supplies, and in the middle of the woods. In fucking Poland. "Oh, you didn't. Tell me you didn't." "What?" Bucky says, a little too defensive, in Sam's opinion, for someone who managed to get them lost in the Polish countryside by virtue of sheer hubris alone. "Tell me you didn't think you could navigate us through Poland," Sam says, slowly so it really sinks in, "with a bunch of jumbled memories of some damn woods from ninteen-forty-fucking-four."

And then in the next scene they talk about parental death, so. *massive shrugging emoji* Consistent tone, who?

[marlo-noni]

Back from China

Now that I'm back in Canada after 26 days in China, here's a link to some of my photos (warning: there are over 500).

I usually travel on my own, and I was with my brother and dad this time, which was fun. I acted as their translator and tour guide (since to get anywhere you have to use Baidu, which is only in Chinese). It was interesting seeing China through their eyes, and we got to do things I wouldn't normally do on my own. We also didn't drive each other crazy - there were no fights, just some stressful moments (which happen when I'm alone too - just part of travel).

We were in Beijing, Wutai Shan, and Xi'an.

Wutai was very interesting - we were the only foreigners I saw for the entire 5 days. The weather was kinda treacherous, which I understand is pretty normal for Wutai. It was very beautiful, though. And we got our fill of temples - there are over 200 there. One of the more "off the beaten path" places I've gone to.

Xi'an is lovely. It's "only" 10 million people, and I'm discovering I quite like Chinese cities of this size. Still bustling and highly developed, but not overwhelming. Suzhou and Hangzhou are a similar size, and I also really love those cities. Xi'an has excellent local food - spicy and extremely garlicky. And of course wonderful historical sites. The terra cotta warriors are really amazing, and we timed our visit well because it wasn't super crowded when we went to see them.

Beijing is the 3rd "megacity" I've visited now, the other 2 being Tokyo and Shanghai. The advantage to cities like this is the endless variety of things you can see and do. You can never really see all of it. I intentionally spent longer there on this trip - 15 days in total - for this reason. We saw (this list is non-exhaustive): the Great Wall, the Forbidden City, the Temple of Heaven, Tiananmen Square, the Bell and Drum Towers, the hutongs (old traditional alley residences), Fragrant Hill, the National Centre for the Performing Arts, the Bird's Nest stadium, the Summer Palace, the National Botanical Garden, Ritan Park, and Black Bamboo Park. We also ate an incredible variety of Chinese food - Liu Yuning is right that you can find like every region's food there.

The drawback to megacities, in my mind, is that there are just way too many people for me! It's okay on weekdays, but on weekends and holidays (we were there for the mid-autumn festival long weekend) it's way too crowded no matter where you go. I love a bustling and lively city, but at that scale, it's too much for me.

The drawbacks to Beijing in particular, in my mind, are:

the security is way over the top - even more than any other place in China I've visited. Particularly within a certain radius of Tiananmen, where you get stopped for an ID check literally every block and you have to tell them where you're going. There are also a ton of places you're just not allowed to go that seem stupid to me, like their national sports stadium (near the Bird's Nest in their 2008 Olympic Park), Beijing University, and Tsinghua University (those are by appointment only and the appointments were fully booked even a week in advance).

the air pollution isn't as bad as I saw on TV during the 2008 Olympics, but it's still really bad a lot of the time (the air quality index was often around 150-170).

it's way too spread out. There aren't a lot of skyscrapers compared to Tokyo and Shanghai. It has the largest subway system in the world, but the subway stops are very far apart, so you end up walking a TON to get anywhere. Most people ride bikeshare bikes from the subway station, but we couldn't get the apps working for my brother and dad, despite trying multiple different bikeshare apps - it's a big hurdle for foreigners. If you use Didi (their version of Uber) or take the bus, the traffic is often really really slow.

So, although Beijing has a ton to see, I'm not in a rush to visit it again unless I'm going to meet up with a friend there or as a landing point to visit somewhere else.

As usual, I also did a ton of shopping when I was there, and brought back an extra suitcase (which I also bought) full of stuff with me. I also did some online shopping when I was there. Taobao wouldn't work for me because Alipay wouldn't accept foreign credit cards on it (although you can use Alipay for a ton of other stuff there, including the subway, and I used it quite a bit), so I used Jingdong. It's dangerously convenient! I discovered that Taobao does work in Canada, though, with your Canadian credit card. This could end up being a bad habit!

Haha, I was only gonna write a short post but I got carried away. I need to get ready for work. More perhaps later. Let me know if there's anything in particular you would like to hear about.