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Streamlining Organization: The Practical Guide to Office Drawers

In the bustling world of office dynamics, efficient organization is a cornerstone of productivity. Office drawers, often overlooked but crucial components of a well-designed workspace, play a pivotal role in maintaining order and accessibility. This article delves into the significance of office drawers, exploring their diverse uses, organization tips, and the impact they can have on creating a streamlined and productive work environment.

Versatility in Storage: The Power of Drawers:

Office drawers are versatile storage solutions that can be customized to meet a variety of needs. From storing documents and stationery to personal items and office supplies, the adaptability of drawers allows for efficient organization in both individual workstations and communal spaces.

Personalized Organization: Tailoring Drawers to Your Needs:

One of the key advantages of office drawers is their ability to be personalized according to individual preferences and work requirements. Consider the nature of your work and the items you use frequently. Strategically organize drawers to prioritize easy access to essential tools, reducing the time spent searching for materials.

Desk Drawers: A Workspace Within Reach:

Desk drawers serve as a workspace within reach. Keep frequently used items such as pens, notepads, and calculators in the top drawer for quick access. The middle drawer can house essential documents and files, while the bottom drawer can be dedicated to personal items or larger office supplies.

File Drawers: Structured Document Management:

File drawers are indispensable for structured document management. Use hanging file folders or file organizers to categorize documents by project, client, or department. This systematic approach not only keeps the workspace organized but also facilitates easy retrieval of important information.

Mobile Drawer Units: Flexibility in Organization:

Mobile drawer units provide flexibility in organization, allowing employees to arrange their workspace based on changing needs. These portable units are particularly beneficial in collaborative environments, offering employees the option to reconfigure their space as projects evolve.

Vertical vs. Lateral Drawers: Choosing the Right Fit:

Consider the layout of your office and the space available when selecting drawers. Vertical drawers are ideal for narrower spaces, offering a smaller footprint, while lateral drawers provide wider storage capacity. Evaluate the needs of your workspace to determine the most suitable drawer configuration.

Drawer Accessories: Maximizing Space and Functionality:

Drawer accessories can enhance the functionality of your storage space. Drawer dividers, trays, and organizers help maximize space and keep items neatly separated. Utilize these accessories to create designated sections for different categories of office supplies.

Decluttering Strategies: Maintain a Tidy Workspace:

Regular decluttering is essential to maintaining a tidy workspace. Schedule dedicated time to clean out drawers, removing items that are no longer needed or relevant. This practice ensures that drawers remain efficient storage spaces and prevents the accumulation of unnecessary clutter.

Security Considerations: Safeguarding Sensitive Information:

For drawers containing confidential or sensitive information, security is paramount. Consider lockable drawers or invest in additional security measures to safeguard important documents. This is especially crucial in shared workspaces where multiple individuals may have access to common storage areas.

Color-Coding for Organization: Visual Cues for Efficiency:

Employ color-coding techniques to enhance organization and efficiency. Assign specific colors to different types of items or document categories. This visual cue makes it easy to locate items quickly and contributes to a visually appealing and organized workspace.

Maintenance and Durability: Prolonging Drawer Lifespan:

Regular maintenance is key to prolonging the lifespan of office drawers. Clean drawers periodically to prevent the buildup of dust and debris. Check for any signs of wear or malfunction and address issues promptly to ensure smooth functionality.

Adapting to Remote Work: Portable Drawer Solutions:

As remote work becomes increasingly prevalent, consider portable drawer solutions for employees working from home. Portable organizers and small drawer units can help remote workers create an organized and efficient workspace, even in limited environments.

Conclusion:

Office drawers, often seen as humble components of a workspace, are integral to maintaining a functional, organized, and productive environment. By recognizing the versatility of drawers, personalizing organization strategies, and incorporating practical solutions, businesses can optimize their workspaces. Whether enhancing individual workstations or communal areas, the thoughtful integration of office drawers contributes to a streamlined, efficient, and conducive work environment.

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Pot Cupboard, Commode - George III mahogany tray top commode with lovely patina. Gallery top with shaped hand holds over a pair of cupboard doors and a single drawer below, fitted with brass swan neck handles. Raised on square legs.

[yandere-daydreams]

do you ever imagine a yandere god/deity that would, instead of making you worship them, they worship you instead? giving you a whole throne and the most luxurious items they can create for you and then they whisper praise in your ear as they hold you

tw - forced relationships, implied kidnapping, and obsessive behavior.

i think it's a habit particularly obsessive gods tend to fall into fairly often - that is, treating their darling more like an idol to be placed on a pedestal and adored rather than anything with a mind and a heartbeat and a family who probably thinks you've fallen into a ditch and died, by now. it's only natural. gods are beings meant to be worshiped, creators who must be praised by their subjects to continue to create and destroyers who must be satisfied by those most affected by their chaos to prevent further destruction. that's how they interact with the mortal world, how they slip into the minds of loyal followers and fix a presence in their households, how they perpetuate themselves century after century, millennia after millennia. that's how they stumbled across you - their most devoted acolyte turned into the crowning jewel in their collection of treasures amassed over an eternity.

they like to whisper prayers in your ear as you tremble on their lap, leave golden plater of fruit and goblets of nectar on your bedside before you wake up from your nightly rest (a tic they still find themself so fascinated with). they find themself dressing you in robes fashioned with the same fine material as their own, lifting you onto a throne far greater than any a mere human could hope to occupy without divine assistance. they're overcome, frequently and violently, with the temptation to bow before you, to kneel at your feet, to wear the shallow scratch-marks and dull bruises you occasionally manage to leave on their skin as a priest or priestess would the symbol of their deity.

how else, after all, would a god know to love, if not through worship?

[deathbyhertouch]

3M Part 4 (Final Part)

stripper!reader x boygenius

A/N: Hi everyone! Thank you so much for your support for this series. You make my heart leap. Please send me some requests if you'd like to see more of my work!

warnings: heavy smut (18+, mdni), kissing, face riding, spitroasting, choking, pussy eating( all receiving), squirting, fingering, hair pulling, pet names, degredation, praise, strap-on, doggystyle, slight body worship

word count: 2k

enjoy!

As soon as the front door closed, you couldn’t tell who’s hand was whose. You were in a heavy liplock with Lucy, her hands tangling themselves in your hair. There was a heavy passion behind the kiss, due to the fact that your true feelings were out in the open. You were ecstatic to have your feelings reciprocated, finally feeling like something was going good in your life. 

“Bedroom, shall we?” Lucy breathed against your lips, gently tugging at your hair. You hummed and nodded, allowing her to lead the way. She grasped your hand in hers, placing a kiss to it, before leading you to the bedroom. Julien and Phoebe were not far behind the two of you. When she made it to your bedroom, she turned on the bedside lamp, allowing the room to illuminate softly. 

She moved back in front of you, her hands finding their place on your hips. Your hands moved to cup her face. She beamed down at you, and you matched her smile. You craned your head up to reconnect your lips once more. She met you halfway, her mouth molding to fit against yours. You sighed against her mouth, running your hands down past her shoulders, stopping at the low neckline of her dress, pawing at her breasts. She moaned into your mouth, and you took that as a sign to continue. Your fingers dipped below the hemline, using your other hand to pull the straps of her dress down her arms, letting the fabric fall down to pool around her ankles.

You broke the kiss to admire her beauty. She looked ephemeral in the soft light, her features highlighted just for you, as she was on a pedestal. You could feel your pussy ache at the mere sight of her. 

You felt fingers at the zipper of your own dress, and a kiss pressed to your shoulder blade, pulling you back to reality. You turned, seeing Phoebe’s mesmerizing eyes looking back into your own. She winked at you, pulling down the zipper, letting your own dress fall to your feet. Her hands grasped at your bare ass, the thong you wore was not covering hardly anything. You stepped out of the pool of fabric, finding yourself in front of Lucy once again. You grasped at her thighs, looking up at her.

“Trust me, love?” You asked, giving her a small grin. She nodded, smiling back down at you. 

“Jump, then.” She followed your suggestion, wrapping her legs around your waist and you carried her to the bed. You laid her against your pillows, and they created a plush halo around her. 

“You have no idea how beautiful you are, do you?” You breathed, have to yourself, half in devotion to the goddess in front of you. She smirked, winking at you.

“I have a hunch.” She giggled, beckoning your forward with her finger. You obliged, crawling your way across the king size towards her. You stopped at her stomach, showering her with light kisses. Julien and Phoebe took their places on either side of her. You looked up at them and hummed, smiling to yourself.

“Isn’t this a familiar sight? Reminds me of when we first met.” You reminisced. They were silent, but gave you a soft smile, urging you to continue. Your lips ducked down to make contact with Lucy’s skin once more, trailing down towards her pubic bone. Your eyes glanced up to see Phoebe sucking on the skin at Lucy’s neck, and Julien rubbing lazy circles across Lucy’s inner thigh. She had Lucy’s leg pulled across her lap to give you an easier access point. You kissed the tops of her thighs, pulling a wanton moan from her lips. 

“Please baby, touch me. I want to feel your tongue on me.” She whined, making you smirk up at her.

“All in good time, dearest.” You cooed up at her. She whimpered, her hips bucking subconsciously. Julien chuckled, holding her leg tighter.

“Don’t worry baby, she’ll take such good care of you. Won’t you, doll?” Julien comforted the raven-haired woman, before acknowledging you.

 You hummed in response, before pressing a kiss just above her clit. Phoebe pulled back from Lucy’s neck, before turning her attention to you. Her hand reaching down to tug at Lucy’s taught nipple. She moaned loudly, wanting some relief. You figured she was ready, her slick now dripping down onto the duvet. You leaned in and sucked her clit into your mouth. She cried out, finally receiving what she was so desperate for. You flicked your tongue against it and brought your fingers to her entrance. You sucked her clit harshly, before slipping two digits inside her. Her pussy clenching around you, practically gushing at this point. You pumped them in and out of her, keeping a relentless pace against her aching bud. The noises she was exuding was only fueling your motivation, determined to get her to her release.

“Shit, honey, I'm so close, please, don’t stop.” She pleaded, her orgasm ready to spill over. You lapped your tongue at her clit, slipping a third finger inside her. She gasped, before throwing her head back in ecstasy. Her thighs were shaking, and a sheer layer of sweat crept across her forehead. You sped up your actions, and she moaned loudly, finally reaching her release. Her arousal squirted out of her and adorned your lower face.

“Fuck Luce, that was amazing. Doesn’t she taste so good, Y/N?” Phoebe asked you. You smirked at the blonde, before diving back into Lucy’s wet folds. She moaned exhaustedly, and you kitten licked her release up, not wasting a single drop. You popped off of her pussy, before sitting on your knees.

“Such a good girl, aren’t you?” You cooed, praising your sweet girl, who was currently fucked out against the pillows. She nodded haphazardly, still in bliss from her quaking orgasm. You looked over at Julien, leaning towards her to pull her into a kiss. She obliged, crashing her lips against yours, moaning into your mouth. She could clearly taste Lucy on your tongue, only driving her hornier. The hand you weren’t supporting your weight on quickly made its way to her throbbing clit, rubbing feather-light circles against the swollen nub. She sighed into the kiss, and you could feel the tension in her soldiers ease up. She scooted closer to you on her knees, spreading them so your fingers could get a better angle. Her arms wrapped themselves around you, her hands grabbing at your ass. She kneaded the soft flesh, making you shiver under her touch. You sped up your fingers, feeling her wetness coat her folds and your fingers. You teased her a bit, running a finger down to her entrance and circling it. She whined against your lips, tugging your body impossibly closer to hers. You slipped a finger into her, hearing her audibly gasp at the sensation. You giggled into her mouth, before removing your finger, and pulling back. 

“C’mon baby, I want you to lay back, let me make you feel so good.” You ordered her, watching the brunette’s cheeks flush red, before nodding and scooting back. You smiled down at her, taking stock of Lucy watching the two of you and Phoebe nowhere to be found.

“Where’s Pheebs?” You asked Lucy, wondering where the third of your lovers ran to. Before you could answer, however, Your face was pushed into Julien’s dripping cunt, and felt the tip of something hard against your own pussy. You moaned, feeling the hard silicone probe at your entrance. 

Where did she get a strap from? You pondered, before swiping your tongue through Julien’s folds. You moaned at the taste, the vibrations sending shock waves through her body. Her hips moved against your face, grinding down on you. Phoebe pushed in you all the way, making you whine against Julien. You slipped a finger back into her cunt, curling it against her g-spot, She whined, throwing her head back into the pillows. Lucy turned on her side, taking in the sight of her lovers. Phoebe’s hips snapped up against yours, drilling you at a fast pace. You were releasing pornographic moans, the sounds being swallowed as your mouth was fastened against Julien’s pussy. 

“Yeah? You like being fucked like a whore?” Phoebe growled, wrapping your hair into her fist. She yanked you back so your body was against hers. She wrapped her other hand around your throat, squeezing tightly. You didn’t let out a sound, too cock drunk on her to speak.

“Answer me, angel.” She whispered into your ear, nipping at the soft flesh. You nodded lazily, which only provoked her more. She yanked at your hair which caused you to yelp.

“Fuck, yes I like it. Please fuck me like the whore I am.” You whined out, tears threatening to spill down your cheeks. She smiled, kissed the side of your neck, and released her grip on you, allowing you to resume the position of lapping Julien’s sweet cunt. She whimpered, soothing your sore scalp by gently rubbing her fingers through your hair.

“Careful, PB, don’t break our girlfriend.” Julien remarked. Phoebe smiled, harshly bucking her hips into your backside.

“Not breaking, just bending a bit.” She teased you, replying to the brunette in your favor. Lucy chuckled a bit, popping off of Julien’s tit to smirk at the blonde. You moaned into her folds, causing Julien’s hips to buck up against your face.

“Fuck angel, I’m so close. Let me cum on your pretty face.” Julien pleaded. You hummed, slipping your fingers back into her, starting a fast pace. She screamed with pleasure, causing Phoebe to speed up her thrusts into you. Julien cried out, throwing her head back against the pillow as she came all over your face. Her arousal dripping down your chin as you rode her through her orgasm. Once she calmed down enough, gently tapping the side of your face, you pulled off. Your own release was not far behind as Phoebe kept up her pace, eager to get you to cream on her cock. She wrapped an arm around your stomach pulling you to her body once more, snaking the other to find your clit.

“Give it to me, baby. Cum all over my hard cock.” She begged, which was all you needed as you moaned out, gushing around her strap. She growled into your ear.

“Good girl. You did so well tonight, didn’t you?” She cooed into your ear, pressing a kiss to the shell of your ear. You nodded, feeling the drowsiness take over. She released her grip on you, and you crawled up into Julien’s open arms.

“C’mere Pheebs, let me make you cum.” Lucy bargained, tugging at the blonde’s thighs. Phoebe nodded, unstrapping the harness, tossing it to the other side of the room. She crawled up to Lucy’s face, swinging her legs to either side before gracefully sitting on her tongue. She let out a low moan, hips rocking back and forth on the raven-haired woman’s jaw.

 Lucy’s hands gripped at her ass, essentially guiding her back and forth. Phoebe’s noises became more pornographic as her orgasm was coming quickly. Lucy hummed into her, trying to edge her along with the vibrations. Phoebe squealed, feeling her pleasure wash over her. Lucy’s noises echoed the blonde’s, coaxing her arousal out of her. 

You smiled at the sight, watching your girlfriends in admiration as Julien’s soft snores lulled you further into falling asleep. You watched Phoebe shuffle off of Lucy’s face, before snuggling into your side to wrap an arm around your waist. You smiled, turning your head to press a goodnight kiss to her, before reaching over and giving one to Lucy. You turned back and pecked Julien, who faintly returned it, still deep in her sleep. You shimmied back down, effectively burying your face in her breast. You smiled widely, before opening your lips to speak.

“I love you guys.”

“Love you too, doll.”

Love, A.

[khaosrealms]

Any hcs on how Nanami,Choso and Suguru shows their love towards their s/o?

I love these men so much.

TOUCHED BY BENZAITEN / how do they show their love?

a/n: thank you so so much for the jujutsu kaisen request! i know i've mostly been doing mortal kombat requests-- but getting to mix it up for y'all is the absolute best! i hope this is to your enjoyment 💛

NANAMI KENTO:

For Nanami, showing his love for you is almost as easy as breathing— once he’s settled with you in his heart, it’s instinct, constant and invigorating. His love shows in little ways; discreet ways. Keeping his hand on the small of your back while you are in a group talking. Taking something out of your hair without you noticing. A cold cup of water with ice ready by your bedside table when you wake up. Nanami loves to show his love in ways that mean something only for you. Love that isn’t for anyone else to interpret. He’ll always remember your favorite meal, your favorite drink. Always keep track of anniversaries, special days, the birthdays of people important to you. In your private moments, he shows his love most in his voice. Speaking your name as if it is the most important word in the whole of the universe. Laced with slow, deep kisses. Weighty, certain touches. His love is a foundation. Always so secure; never once questioning. If there is every a moment where you ask yourself if Nanami truly loves you, it is vanquished the second you see him amongst a crowd and the first thing he does is look for you.

CHOSO:

Choso’s love is doeish, newborn. He’s stumbling most of his way through his love for you— but it’s never out of malice. You cannot expect a man who has been birthed as an experiment to not be somewhat inexperienced in his show of adoration. Yet, when he finally comes to terms with his feelings for you, his love is complete and utter devotion. Always the first to your defense, always the first to support you. The kind of love that means learning from you; figuring out the ways he can prove to you his love. Choso loves, more than anything, with complete and utter sincerity. Learning to sew so he can patch a shirt of your’s horrendously. Clumsily stumbling through cooking so he can make a meal you’d been moaning about craving for months. Figuring out how you like him to hold you, to kiss you, to make love to you. Choso spends his every second loving you learning from you; and as much as he might trip, he always gets back up to prove it to you. Quietly, most of the time, yes— but so very passionately at all times.

GETOU SUGURU:

If Suguru is your first love, he might simply be your last with the way he treats you. And if he isn’t your last, you’ll spend your years reminiscing back on the way he loved you. Suguru’s love is honey, silky and sweet, and every bit as warming as it is refreshing. Suguru is not unabashed about showing his love of you off. Taking you to shows where you are at the foot of the stage, inches away from your favorite artist. Sitting across an exquisite table from you with his chin in his hand, watching you whilst you eat. Suguru likes to indulge you. Whether it’s with gifts or with his lips; keep you reminded that you are worth receiving more from this world, worth being spoiled. He loves like a pedestal. Holds you up high, his arms out and ready to catch you should you fall. There’s no doubt to anyone that you are his— always an arm around your waist, a hair tie you both share, a jacket you both exchange around a night out. You are his. Just as much as he is your’s.

[radioactivepeasant]

Free Day Thursday, Part Three

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Jak did not wake that entire day.

Nor the next.

Nor the day after that.

His body was flushed with fever, and dark, angry lines had begun to spread from the double injection over his core. Infection set in so much faster than they could have anticipated.

Was this what his first injection cycle had been like?

No. Even if the symptoms were the same, this was fundamentally different. He wasn't injected while awake and fighting restraints too big for his little wrists. He wasn't dumped in a frigid prison cell to survive the first infection alone.

Jak was constantly monitored, fluids fed into him to compensate for how much he sweated out. Cold compresses pressed against his forehead at all times. Bio readings on constant readout.

And, most vital of differences, the people around him were fighting to keep him alive because they cared about him, not because it was inconvenient to lose a test subject.

Damas barely ate or drank during those two days. He didn't sleep more than a few minutes at a time. Every waking moment was spent at Jak’s bedside, holding his hand or smoothing back his hair.

Sometime after evening meal on the second day, Sister Yan returned with the light eco. That was the first time Jak’s eyes opened, if only for a moment. The light eco did little more than break the fever, but even just that was a relief. Everything else was up to Jak, now. He just had to fight.

"You can do this, little one," Damas whispered, over and over. "Just stay with me, Jak. Stay with me."

By now word had spread: Damas had a child in the hospital. Now was not the time to bring petty concerns to him. The council of advisors appointed Mako as interim steward to seize temporary power in his absence -- how very strange it was to live in a place where he trusted Mako wholeheartedly to make the right choices and peacefully hand over power when he returned! And he would have trusted any of his advisors to be a good steward of the throne!

Perhaps it was because they had all shed blood as equals. They knew what it was to go hungry. To suffer thirst. They each knew what it was to go without a roof over their heads. It was a lot easier to govern a people when you didn't try to balance on a pedestal high above them.

Jak woke while Damas was dozing. His movements were slow, and sluggish, but the faint sound of his bare arm against the sheets was enough to snap Damas back to consciousness. His eyes flew open and he straightened to check the bed.

Confused blue eyes blinked sleepily back at him.

"Jak!"

Damas leaped up, hands hovering awkwardly.

"Are you alright? How do you feel, son?"

Jak squinted against the fluorescent light and squinched one eye shut.

Too tired to lift his hands, he grudgingly used his voice.

"Th. Thhhhh. Hers. Tee."

"You're thirsty?"

"Mhm."

Jak didn't understand why there were tears in Damas’s eyes. Or why he laughed at that.

"I'm not surprised! Hold on, bug, I'll get you some water."

It wasn't cold, but Jak didn't care. He felt like he hadn't had anything to drink in days! He grumbled when Damas made him slow down, and tried to pull away. Something tugged painfully at the crook of his elbow, and he yelped.

"Ouch!"

He turned, and saw a tube. Sticking out of his arm. Sticking out of the skin.

What did that mean?!

Very, very slowly, Jak swiveled back to look up at Damas.

"Tha-at?" He asked nervously.

Damas brushed the hair from his face -- hey! Where were his goggles?! -- and kept making a sad face. Why the sad face? What was going on?

"It's medicine, son."

Damas swallowed hard.

"That's um. It's a special kind of tool for when people can't take medicine like normal. The doctor uses that little- little tube to trick your body into thinking it's part of the bloodstream. The um. The medicine goes straight into your blood to fight infection there."

Jak hastily drained the last of the water in the paper cup and forced out a few lethargic signs.

"It stays there?”

"No, no no no!" Damas took the cup from him and refilled it. "Only until that bag is empty. See?"

He pointed to where the pinkish line sat on the bag.

"Once that's gone, Dr. Rezzik will come take it out. We'll put a little tourniquet on it, and you'll be fine in a few hours."

"Woo. Aye. Nnn-n oh. Ee. Co?"

Damas winced and drew back a little.

"You...need to stay away from eco for a few weeks, son."

A few weeks?! Jak was horrified. What had happened?! He'd just been playing with eco on the beach, with Flick! How did he get to this cold white room, with a medicine tube, and no eco?

Jak wanted to ask what happened. Why he was here. But his voice was tired, and his arms were tired.

"...d...Dad-t?" he asked, trying to pour all his questions into that one word.

Damas’s breath caught. He slowly lowered himself to sit on the edge of the bed.

"Do you remember what happened? When you were playing with Flick?" he asked softly.

Jak tried to remember, he really did. But his brain felt all mushy and sleepy.

He shrugged.

"That was-" Damas sighed and brushed back Jak’s hair again. "That was three days ago, son. You accidentally made dark eco."

Jak recoiled in horror. Made dark eco?! Like the Acherons?! Did that make him bad like them?

Samos would be so mad at him! Daxter would be so mad!

"Hey, hey, Jak, look at me. Look at Dad."

The words snapped Jak back to the present, and he turned teary eyes towards Damas. Damas didn't look angry, at least.

"It was just an accident, son." Damas reached down and squeezed his hand. "You're not in trouble, and neither is Flick. Not for that, at least. I'm just-"

He shuddered. "I was so worried, Jak! You wouldn't wake up! We had to induce eco overexposure just to correct the imbalance!"

"That's why my core hurts?" Jak felt the spot between his sternum and intestines where the small organ sat. The skin there was hot and tender to the touch. He hissed in pain and withdrew his hand.

"Yes, son. It is. I'm sorry.”

____________________________

There were, Jak discovered, pros and cons of being in "the hoss-piddle". He couldn't run, he couldn't get out of bed, and it was intensely boring.

But Damas was almost always there! And sometimes Jak's friends visited!

Raza even snuck her dogat kitten in under her shirt and almost started a mini riot in the children's ward.

Flick hadn't visited yet.

Damas said shd felt like it was her fault he'd been in a "coma" for two days. That she probably felt too guilty to come see him.

Didn't make Jak feel better about it. How did he know she didn't just want to stay away from dark eco?

Dr. Rezzik said it would never fully go away. Even if it was only a tiny little bit, that dark spot on his chest was probably permanent. They didn't know how he'd done it, but he'd absorbed it into his core.

That scared Jak a lot more than he let on. Would he turn gray and lose his reason, like Gol and Maia?

Emotions sat a little closer to the surface while he was in the hospital. Little things bothered him in ways they hadn't before.

Lights hurt his eyes too much once the sun went down. The sound of the kid in the next bed chewing his food made him irrationally angry for some reason. Sometimes just the chair next to his bed being empty made him start tearing up.

Nurse Brooks called it puberty. Jak was pretty sure he already did puberty. This was something else.

"Hey, kid."

Jak looked up from absolutely mangling a little metal can they'd somehow squeezed juice into. He hadn't even noticed that he'd crushed it into an unrecognizable lump.

Damas folded his arms and looked at the crumpled mess.

Jak's ears drooped. He'd spaced out again. He did that when things got too noisy already, but things were just noisier here.

But Damas just smiled and suppressed a chuckle.

"I bet you're ready to get out of here, huh?"

*"Yah,"* Jak said emphatically.

He looked around a moment, then sheepishly put the mangled can on the little tray his decidedly bland lunch had been on.

Wiping droplets of juice from his fingers, Jak hoisted himself further upright.

"Can I go home yet? I don't like it here!"

He'd repeated the same question almost every day. And almost every day the answer was "no, son, not yet."

More scans. More finger-sticks. More cold metal things against his back and chest so they could listen to his heart and lungs and core. More bedrest.

But today felt different.

Damas set a small canvas bag down on the chair beside the bed and nodded to it. "I brought you some clean clothes. You'll need to wear the pulse-monitor bracelet for a few more days, but Dr. Petros and Dr. Rezzik cleared you to come home."

Jak whooped and pumped his fist.

"Can we go now? Like right now?"

"You don't want to change first?"

Jak shook his head. "No. The longer I'm here, the scarier it gets. I'm gonna fight somebody if I have to wake up for one more night round."

"Please don't fight the nurses, they're just trying to help." Damas held out a hand and let Jak pull himself to his feet.

He examined the dark circles under his eyes and clicked his tongue disapprovingly.

"Nurse Brooks said you haven't been sleeping well even without his rounds at night."

Jak looked away, embarrassed.

"Nightmares."

Tattooed faces and maddened eyes and crackling, arcing, dark eco-

"About when I landed in Haven. And the woods."

Damas pulled him into a very careful hug, avoiding compressing the icky little starburst shape on Jak’s chest.

"Oh Jak. I'm sorry, son. Do you think you'll sleep better in your own bed?"

"Yeah."

Jak took the time to say goodbye to his roommate. It wasn't Beten's fault he chewed so loudly. He didn't need to get so angry about it.

But Precursors he was glad to be getting away from all that slurping.

"Am I allowed to go exploring yet?" Jak asked as Damas walked him out of the ward. Some of the other kids waved to him. Some were only there for bumps and bruises, one or two were longterm residents with chronic conditions.

"We'll see how you feel tomorrow.”

"Aw!"

[fromtheberrybush]

Ive been thinking abt it a lot so uhhh,,,

Bradbury Family Dynamic (study, analysis,,, thing)

Disclaimer: This is not about Berry or Egret in current timeline, this is about what their family and childhood was like- this may explain some behaviors but it will not, for example, explain in depth what happened while berry was homeless

trigger warnings: body image issues, ed mention, suicide attempt, pills, alchohol, grooming, transphobia, homophobia, neglect, addiction, child abuse, cheating, absent father, financial abuse, conversion therapy

(Mom) Bradbury (name tbd)- "Perfect Mother" archetype front, pretends to be caring and over concerned, her smiles are often shallow and performance, her hugs are cold and often only happen in front of an audience

Stay at home mom (financially abused) trophy wife. When Berry was young she was warm and kind but after a while she had a mental break from the pressure her husband was pitting on her.

You will never see her without full makeup- however her sons have seen her having breakdown in her room when she thought no one was there to see her

Poster child for designer drugs, her bedside table drawers are filled with muscle relaxers, sleeping meds, aderall, anti depressants and anti anxiety, etc etc (where egret got his own and his addiction started)

Rejects anything that goes against her idea of a "perfect family", needless to say, homophobic and transphobic. Really just ignores it. Ignored Berry coming out and Egrets "rebellion"

She was temporarily more carefree/less stressed after Berrys disappearance, but that did not last for long as Egret started behaving very similarly to Berry

(Dad) Bradbury (name tbd)- Entrepreneur, new money, "breadwinner" archetype. Emotionally absent, workaholic, alcoholic, chronic cheater

Drinks under the guise of sophistication, it is an addiction. Rarely home, handles house financials and hands out "allowances" to Egret and his wife. Monitors all purchases closely, notices anything even a little bit different or strange

Frequently cheats- prostitutes, secretaries, coworkers etc. Usually in a hotel- very rarely brings the women home

When Berry was there he was the one that mainly wanted to send faer to conversion therapy, using his wife's need for avoidance and ignorance to convince her- outta sight outta mind

Egret is the golden child until he hits his "rebellious phase" Even after tho the kid is smart so his dad raises him onto a pedestal and shows him off to other work colleagues- at parties and such

Will use money to make people, and events "dissapear"- either out of sight or completely erase them.

Control Freak

Ray "Berry" Bradbury- Oldest son, born from a one night stand and caused faer parents to get married. At first adored by both parents but once their marriage started having problems, Berry became a scapegoat. Fae was blamed for all of their problems

This caused major rebellion issues, but fae calmed down when Egret was born. With both parents absent in some capacity, Berry practically raised the kid, leaving rebellion until later years, when they moved to japan at the age of 14

Berry was loved by faer mom originally, but she slowly drifted away, reserving warmth and affection for church and social gatherings. Berry's dad was doting at first but once Berry got old enough to start rebelling, faer dad started staying away more

Neither reacted well to Berry being outed by the parent of a "friend" from church at 14. This caused the move. Berry did not socialize or date after this- until Kris.

at 16 fae ran away upon discovering that faer parents were gonna send him to conversion therapy, wiping the memories of them and forever breaking faer familial ties

Has developed a strange hatred for organizations, people in power, and parental figures while also keeping a soft spot for kids and an oldet sibling energy. Does not see faerself as an older sibling, very hesitant to actually call anyone a younger sibling (sees faerself as a failure/ has a strange anti-savior complex)

Egret Bradbury ( @upgradeurlosersoftware )- "golden child" Shown off constantly for his good grades and- up until recently- good attitude.

Gets lots of praise from his father for good grades and quick wit- but often also gets punished for being sneaky and snarky. Often messed up stuff or buys dumb things on purpose- just to piss off his dad

Has had a side job of jailbreaking computers for a while (this could extend to information broking if the means came along). Uses the money for things his dad absolutely cannot see

Used to be doted on by both parents- especially when Berry was there. After Berry left it quickly deteriorated and he soon got treated like Berry used to.

While not frequent, he has been hit on by his dads work colleagues at social gatherings- he finds it as entertaining to pretend to be a darling (as entertaining as it is disgusting. He could not explain why he entertains it if he was asked)

Used to be close to his mother but that ended when he she started on drugs and drifted away. Eventually he went in her drawers and took some of the pills for his own.

This caused his first suicide attempt- which his mom ignores that happened at all, not wanting to bear the guilt

This all led to a very strained relationship with minimal talking and his family sending him to early college in yokohama.

He has always had this feeling if something being "off" and gets frustrated when his family doesn't believe him

ooc// ANCHHS UGH so i habe been working on this on and off for a whole day- im so sorry that its fucking,,, so long omg. I tried to do an in depth thing of all members of the bradbury family and their dynamics!! (im rlly proud of this- brain worm thing)

tags!! @aredeemantagonist @oscarsgallery @doakarma @ezra-dark-shadow @myluckymoon @justsigma-bsd (if i didnt tag you and you wanna be tagged next time just message me or reply or smthng btw c:)

[bullet-prooflove]

Douglas Hamilton Masterlist

Mississippi Meanders - Douglas doesn't expect to meet the love of his life.

Pedestal - Douglas puts you on a pedestal, much to his detriment.

The Prettiest Damn Thing - Douglas regrets having to leave the morning after.

Something Special - You decide to give Douglas something special after you notice how stressed he is.

Photo Finish - You confront Douglas when some personal pictures are used by the press.

Services Rendered - Douglas decides there's going to be a reckoning.

Cursed - Douglas realises he's cursed.

Death Becomes Him - Douglas finds a reason to fight.

Here - Douglas wakes up to find you at his bedside.

HCs:

What Gets Him Flustered

Where Does He Love Being Kissed

NSFW Alphabet:

Aftercare

Baby

Good

Overnight

Yours

[wellthebardsdead]

Devil prince Falûne (Bad End)

———

Raphael: *steps into the house of hope, drenched in blood and placing the crown of karsus on the pedestal it had been stolen from originally, and next to it, the nether stones, and netherese orb still coated in blood*

Korrilla: *steps into the room and sighs with relief* thank the gods you’re back- *pauses taking in his appearance* …Made them pay huh?

Raphael: He gave them everything they wanted without so much as asking for a thank you in return… He gave Karlach her heart, burned Wylls contract, saved shadowhearts parents and cured her from shars curse, and even offered to remove the orb from gales chest… and what did they do?… bludgeoned him over the head and left him to drown with the nether brain while they took off with the crown. *sighs* how ironic that the most morally questionable ones of their group stayed by the shore waiting for him.

Korrilla: Astarion?

Raphael: Lae’zel and Minthara too. Along with Halsin though, he seemed more focused on tending to the survivors who had surfaced… *clenches his jaw as he places the dome back over the relics* has he awoken yet?

Korrilla: yes. He’s been asking for you… please be gentle boss. He’s not-

Raphael: *snaps his fingers cleaning himself of the blood* I know… I know… *sighs and walks from the room, down the hall and to his nephews bedroom, already hearing soft sad cries from behind the door* … *steps in and sighs taking in the sight*

Falûne: *head wrapped in a bandage, one horn broken, and a wing torn. Sitting upright in his bed sobbing quietly* u-uncle?

Raphael: *walks to his bedside and sits down* … *opens his arms*

Falûne: *leans into his embrace and weeps openly* y-you were right, I should have listened- I just wanted friends, I thought they were my friends- *chokes on his own sobs* I- I was going to give g-Gale the crown- and he- they-

Raphael: *gently strokes his hair being mindful of his wounds* shhhh. Don’t fret, I retrieved it before he could get away with destroying it. All is as it should be. *sighs* at least they revealed their true colours before it was too late.

*meanwhile, down in the dungeon*

Hope: *staring at the bodies of almost all of Lûnes ‘friends’* … *sighs and starts dragging them out to clean up the mess*

[love-toxin]

My favourite thing ever is simpy, lovesick, darling little yandere eddie(/f4), who’s not like the evil will hurt you is an abusive monster type, but the I love you so much please I wanna crawl at your feet if it’ll make you smile puppy type. And this worshipper Eddie just nailed it on the head. Thank you so much 💜

ty!!!! 🥺<33 hehe, this is the type of Eddie that breaks into your car not to sabotage it so you have to ask him for help, but so he can find the cassettes you have in the glovebox so he knows what music you like <3 plus, if you ever give him a gift for his birthday or the holidays or just cause you saw it and thought he'd like it, he'll sleep with it either on his bedside or literally tucked into his arms when he goes to bed because he literally can't touch it enough! it smells like you! and if ever got called creepy or just the normal "freak" comments, and you stand up for him or comfort him after the fact, Eddie won't be able to see straight for awhile because he'll be so fucking in awe of you. you just get better and better and better and it gets harder and harder and harder not to just drop to his knees and sing your praises in the middle of the halls. he wants to put you on a pedestal and lay offerings at your feet because you're the only god he could ever worship <3

[apotatomashedbybts]

Be My Calico Cat [Prologue]

𓃠 Pairing: Min Yoongi × Park Jimin

𓃠 Side Pairing: Kim Taehyung × Jeon Jungkook | Kim Seokjin × Kim Namjoon | Jung Hoseok × IU

𓃠 Genre: Fluff | Romance | Angst

𓃠 Trope: University au | Mafia au | Social Media au

𓃠 Word Count: 588 [for the prologue]

𓃠 Trigger Warning: Mentions of ptsd | mentions of burn injuries | nightmare | medicines | death

𓃠 Rating: PG13

𓃠 Banner: apotatomashedbybts

𓃠 Disclaimer: This is a revamped version of my SMAU series, previously titled, Shade Me Pastel which was originally posted here on Tumblr 4 years ago on August 23, 2019.

𓃠 Author's Note: This series came into existence because of a fic exchange event and I got paired up with the most precious @piease-iove-me ! We brainstormed together and she made gorgeous moodboards and we had lots of fun! @piease-iove-me thank you so much for being the kindest and the biggest emotional support to me back then! Even though we don't talk as much, I still go back to the letters you left for me in my draft. I can never thank you enough for those! Love you so much ヾ(＠⌒ー⌒＠)ノ

𓃠 Update: every Friday

𓃠 Summary: Yoongi, the I-really-don't-wanna-be-a member of the Seoul's biggest drug cartel, The Hwanggeum, has been blaming himself for the past fifteen years for the tragedy that happened to Jimin. But a fateful turn of events brings them face to face. And they find themselves uncovering the truth that throws Yoongi off the pedestal on which Yoongi has been balancing his life till now.

The roaring endless flames of fire engulfing every existing element. Dark smoke covering every possible inch of the space. A distant cry for help. A small figure coming in and out of sight– reaching out it's hands, small red hands– eyes pleading for help, hands choking him to death. 

Yoongi wakes up with a start – sweats dripping and wetting his body. His chest moves up and down heavily, keeping pace with his beating heart. After a few moments of trying to calm down he slumps his back in a relaxed posture and covers his face with his large palms and sighs heavily– the nightmare is never going to let him escape.

He reaches out his hand to the bedside table and finds the medicine just where it is supposed to be. The darkness of the room is barely an obstacle since he is accustomed to doing this for the past fifteen years.

But he is still not accustomed to the inner demon that causes him to suffocate in writhing agony. Every nightmare reminds him of the four year old boy whose eyes glistened at everything colourful, which made Yoongi love the colours too as a child. The child who made him happy just by smiling, just by touching, just by existing. The child who the eight years old Yoongi thought was the embodiment of happiness itself. That child who doesn't exist anymore in his life. The child who he has lost in that merciless fire.

Now he, as a defence mechanism, has abandoned everything that is not black. Black – that numbs him, stops him from remembering that face that he as a child had vowed to protect forever. Black – that covers his eyes from seeing anything that resembles fire. Black – that is incapable of making his guilt invisible. Black – that reminds Yoongi to never forget to keep repenting for his sins.

•••

Grazing his hands over the long burnt mark on his left side of the back Jimin sighs in front of the mirror. He barely remembers anything that has caused the mark on his body. He only has information, rather vague but still an information – "Your parents died in a fire. The firemen could only take you out in time." The orphanage owner had told him when he was capable enough to ask questions.

He is glad though, that he doesn't remember anything about his family because memories only make people more miserable. The possibility that they could have been here now by his side has always made him sad. He still feels there is an empty spot in his heart that needs to be filled. Not that it bothers the hell out of him but it still has an impact and Jimin would totally love it if it goes away. Given that, now he has people who he can rely upon and he appreciates them more than the aspect of "what if".

Wearing the pastel blue summer hoodie that his best friend's mom, now his mom, has gifted him he gets ready to go to university. A thought crosses his mind, "If my mom and dad were alive, they would have been so proud of me that I got into Seoul National University with a scholarship." A sad smile passes through his lips but he knows he has other people who are proud of him. Smiling brightly at the mirror he takes his luggage and goes for the taxi and his best friend in it who is waiting for him.

— © 2024 apotatomashedbybts, all rights reserved. Reposting or modifying of any kind is not allowed. Translations are not allowed.

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Pot Cupboard, Commode - George III mahogany pot cupboard. Shaped gallery top with fretted handles, over a tambour fronted cupboard, fitted with small brass knob. Raised on elegant, square tapered legs. Circa. 1800

[stories-n-such]

The Next Morning

Xane drifts up from sleep, still half wrapped around the dark elf he had spent a most enjoyable night with. Looking over her still sleeping form, he marveled at the drastic change. Soft fur replaced with smooth skin, whiskered nose flattened out into a gorgeous face, and her long icy white hair cascading down her back. He brushed a strand out of her face, a soft smile on his face. Then, he carefully rolled out of the bed, surprisingly soft and luxurious for being made of shadows, and pulled on his pants, not bothering with a shirt. Standing up just as carefully, he silently pads over to his pack that came through the portal with him. Shifting his daggers off the top of the pack, he opens it and pulls out a box, checking to make sure it hadn’t opened while he was carrying it. Satisfied with how it looked, he stands up, glancing over at the bed again. His lover, his Goddess, still fast asleep. Not surprising, he thinks to himself, they had been very active last night. He glances around the room, taking in the bits of furniture, writing desk, comfy chair, wardrobe, sealing pedestal, all made of different shades of shadow, and goes to grab the chair at the writing desk. Moving it over to the bedside, he is surprised at how heavy it actually is. Setting the chair down, and the box on top of it, right next to the bed, then sitting on the edge and reaching out to gently touch her shoulder. “G’mornin’ lovely. Well, probly mornin’, eh it's when we’re gettin’ up so close enough ta mornin’. I brought ya a surprise.”

She murmurs and hums under her breath as she slowly sits up, hair falling into a neat cascade behind her, and shadows coalescing over her body as the sheet falls, to his mild disappointment. “Hmm? Surprise? What do you mean?” Her voice is still husky from sleep, and her eyes only half open.

Xane gestures at the box on the chair beside the bed. “Well, given the lack o’anything like sunlight ‘ere, I figured you weren’t gonna be growin’ anything, so I took tha liberty of grabbin’ a few things from the market afore I came ‘ere.” He flips the lid on the box open, and inside, cushioned with one of his scarves, are a couple peaches, a big bunch of grapes, and a large number of strawberries piled around them. Her gasp of surprise brings another big grin to his face.

“Strawberries?!? And peaches? Oh, fresh fruit! I haven’t had these in ages” she exclaims as she scoots across the bed to grab a strawberry and pop it directly into her mouth. She half melts back into the bed, eyes closing and humming in pleasure.

Xane chuckles quietly, grabbing a small handful of grapes and starting to snack on them as well. “I’m glad ya approve of my offerin’  love. An’ very glad it’s bringin’ ya such joy. Just cuz yer a Goddess now don’t mean you gotta have no fun anymore. In fact, I’m pretty sure it means the opposite.”

As she opens her eyes back up, a smile on her face, he leans over and grabs a strawberry, holding it up to her mouth. His smile gets sultry, and his voice drops a bit. “Ready fer another one? Of these, or what I gave ya last night? I’m good with either.”

She blushes slightly, then smiles, opening her mouth and taking a bite out of the strawberry before grabbing his hand and pulling him closer. “Can’t we do both?” She purrs, then brings his hand up to her mouth, taking the rest of the strawberry and his fingertips into her mouth, biting gently. His eyes slightly unfocus, and the fur on the back of his neck starts to stand up.

“Oh, yes, we can do both.” He shivers slightly, pulling his hand away from her mouth. “But I think you need ta eat a bit more first.” He is very carefully pronouncing his words, eyes intent on her. “Lemme ‘elp you with that,” he says as he grabs another strawberry and brings it over to her mouth. “Open wide, love. If yer good an’ eat up, I’ll reward ya.”

[divinemissem13]

Try to Remember Whumptober Day 3: Journal, "make it stop" & "Like crying out in empty rooms; with no-one there except the moon."

Fandom: Star Trek Voyager Ship: J/C

Kathryn Janeway had always considered herself to be a connoisseur of archaic technology. She had shelves of real, paper books and even a working phonograph in her quarters. Even so, she was puzzled to find a hard backed journal and a ballpoint pen sitting on her bedside table one evening. 

For a moment, she wondered if it was a gift. Maybe something Chakotay had left for her. But then she remembered with a pang that Chakotay didn’t leave her little gifts anymore. Their relationship, if you could call it that, had been rocky ever since their disagreement over the Borg and had been downright icy since she had given holo-technology to the Hirogen. It seemed that for three years he had kept her on a pedestal which crumbled the moment she wasn’t perfect. 

Kathryn sighed. That was neither here nor there - the immediate issue was where that journal had come from. If she ruled out Chakotay, there was no one on the ship who would dare come into her bedroom. Anyone who would disrupt the status quo of the captain’s private quarters - let alone her bedroom - would have to have a comfortable personal relationship with her. And Kathryn didn’t have any of those on Voyager.

She picked up the journal to examine it more closely. It was unremarkable except for the thin red ribbon attached to the spine at the top with its tail peeking out at the bottom. A bookmark, perhaps, and maybe the page it marked would hold a clue as to where the journal came from! 

Kathryn perched on the edge of the bed and opened the journal, only to find her own familiar script covering the page. The ribbon was only about five pages in, but Kathryn was shocked to see that she had completely filled the journal up to that point. Yet she didn’t remember ever seeing it before. 

She should call Tuvok. Or maybe the Doctor. But her curiosity got the better of her and instead, she leaned back on her headboard, turned to the first page, and began to read. 

*** This is a long one, so read on here

[slashcrz]

closed starter for @rcsplendence

dust was settling around versailles; the other shoe had fallen, and the world had changed. they were now, for better or worse, involved with a king, and now in some way or form, women of a people. bernadette was elevating herself further than her station, and she knew this - making bold strides in shamelessly asking for a title, inserting herself into the social circles of empresses && queen mothers, and already the beginnings of whispers in the ears of the staff could be caught with a keen eye. she had always believed herself born for this... or rather, born for what mathilda had gotten. the name of royalty, the face of a crown, a seat in the throne; and worst of all, bernadette had been supportive in all of it.

but she knew better than to begin a new chapter of this twisted, messy story on the wrong foot. with queendom came loyalty - and bernadette was never the best at instilling confidence for trust && devotion. even the love of her life, she feared, stepped out on even her when he thought she may not notice. for all the pride in the world, bernadette sat upon a shaky pedestal, and it felt weaker by the day. " GOOD MORNING, " bernadette chirped, barely half past dawn, the dew still wet on the foliage outside. she'd allowed herself into the new queen's bedchambers, now throwing back the heavy curtains unassisted, and gesturing to a servant to set up the full breakfast she'd had prepared up on a tray at mathilda's bedside. " your majesty. i had breakfast prepared! " she clapped her hands, another servant rushing in, now with a fresh pitcher of milk && another of juice. " it will be a series of big days for you. best to keep your strength. "