#door mant

[hidden-1n-the-sand]

brain s. is slwly trning to msh :D :D

[jamesdeniscouldnever]

A little blurb, cause cyberpunk is updating.

Soft Rolan x tav headcannons

So to start out, I think it goes without saying that the only people in his life he's soft for is Lia, Cal and, after much warming up and pining, Tav.

And on the note of pining, it's such a mix of his usual pissy self and ever so soft moments.

When they're having their usual moments it's a lot of teasing and rolan whining cause he wants tavs attention. ("You! Look at the new effect I've added to my Thunderwave! Tav. Tav! Look!") ("I love Lia and Cal more than my own life, but must they accompany us to the market every time? What do you mean you can go alone, no I'm coming with you.")

But those softer moments? The setting sun shining through the windows of the tower, Tav relaxing and playing a game of cards with Lia and Cal while Rolan reads one of his mant tomes?

And he just looks up at them and. Oh.

Oh he feels so content. His family is there, Tav included even if they aren't yet his family in the way he would LIKE (husband/wife ehem.)

You know the soft, pleased little "hmmm" he makes when you say you'll leave him to his study after killing lorroakin? That little sound embodies his true feelings for Tav.

Once they're in an established relationship its a whole different game. Man is WHIPPED but will vehemently deny it to anyone who pokes fun.

"Darling,you needn't spend so long cleaning that blade, I can help." "Dearest, I do hate when you come home bruised. And DON'T start on how it's okay, because it's not. How did you feel when you saw me bloodied and battered? Well, it's the same for me about you."Please, if not a healing potion, then let me use a spell, my muse."

*cough cough* "They're MY responsibility" *cough*

Well, now tav is too.

Behind closed doors, when the rest of the harsh world is no longer there to cause him ire or bolster his bitterness, he is a different man.

Soft whispered nothings, heads resting on shoulders, be it tavs on his or vice versa. Tail wrapped around their waist or wrist.

He strikes me as the type who would be fond of kissing the inside of their wrist or their tired hands.

Protective but also so so in need of protecting. We know the world has been unkind to him, that his birth family is not around for whatever reason. He would melt as proper care and affection.

Worry or being upset presents itself as anger from him, but once all is well and safe he will cling to Tav, whispering apologies and crying.

The first time he woke with his head resting on Tav's chest he nearly cried.

Overall he is, in his own right, so tender and gentle. When one manages to earn his heart, they've earned it in its entirety.

[antebunny]

a cuckoo in the nest

(part three. for @authenticaussie whose comments on parts 1 & 2 inspired me to write this. i might actually finish writing the whole thing now hehe).

Premise: fae!Tim AU where Tim's parents gave him to the fae when he was nine. Now he's twelve, part fae, and trying to escape the Unseelie Queen. He strikes a bargain: if he can make every member of the Wayne family love him by the end of summer, he can leave. If not, he must stay with the Unseelie Queen forever.

Meanwhile, Bruce strikes his own bargain with her: he gets Jason back, safe and sound. In return he takes in this creature of her choosing, which resembles a human boy. Of course he won't let it hurt his family, but he'll play along for Jason's sake.

[part one] [part two]

~

“What the fuck, Bruce?” 

When Bruce’s eldest bursts into his study he knows it’s going to be a long afternoon. Dick has spent much more time around Wayne Manor since he brought Jason back, but he and Bruce haven’t spoken much one-on-one. So Dick approaching him now means he’s ready to fight.

Dick waits for the doors to slam closed behind him before he demands: “Why didn’t you tell us that Tim’s our neighbor?”

Bruce sighs and gestures for Dick to take a seat in the green velvet lacquer chair across from his desk. “What are you talking about.”

“Don’t play dumb,” Dick rages, “I know you knew that Tim used to be our neighbor before his shit parents gave him away. You didn’t think this was relevant information for the rest of us?”

Usually Bruce is pretty good at figuring out what line of thought Dick is racing after like the world’s largest bunny rabbit. He’s not subtle and in fact is usually openly cheerful about it. In this case, however, Bruce struggles to connect the fae in his house with anyone living in Bristol. He mentally sifts through all the information stored in his brain about the current and past Bristol residents (very paltry, compared to his database on the most effective acids and poisons) and finally comes up with Jack and Janet Drake, of Drake Industries. They’d had a son of approximately the right age of the fae–or what the fae appears to be. 

Bruce reminds himself that just because the fae looks and acts like a human child doesn’t mean it is anything even remotely human. Like the Unseelie Queen it will exploit every weakness and loophole it can find in the bargain if Bruce lets it. That said, he is reluctantly impressed by the fae’s acting. Of course, the fae says and does things that are transparently unusual for a human child, but given that the fae is not a human at all, it’s doing a rather convincing job of pretending to be one. More than pretending, it attempts to stir sympathy and protective feelings from the other members of Bruce’s family through its lost little boy act. Worst of all, it��s working on them. 

“Tim…Drake,” Bruce ventures. 

Dick rolls his eyes explosively (quite the feat for anyone but Dick, for whom it is a natural talent). “Yes,” he huffs. “At least with Jason you told us you fished him out of a dumpster. Tim you just dropped him here without a word. I mean I’m trying to include him and stuff but…you aren’t exactly making it easy, B.”

Even though Dick is mad at him, Bruce can’t help the creeping feeling of fondness. It’s been a while since Dick sat in that chair, and Bruce had nearly forgotten how he sprawls, half-noodle, half-boy, into any container he’s put into. Dick has a way of being laidback and looking comfortable everywhere, even at galas where he is distinctly uncomfortable. In Bruce’s office, he looks right at home. When Dick was younger, he used to insist on sitting in the chair even though his feet dangled half a foot off the ground, determined to be grown-up and taken seriously. Now he overflows, draping himself over and around an old wooden chair that no longer fits him. 

The memories remind Bruce exactly of what exactly is at stake here. It’s no longer just Jason. Dick, Alfred, even Barbara who is spiritually his, and the mantle of Batman depend upon Bruce winning this battle with the fae. 

Unfortunately, the Unseelie Queen’s bargain with Bruce has trapped him in an awful cycle. In order to protect Jason, he must act as if this fae is a regular human boy. But in order to protect his whole family, he must not only keep an eye on the fae but also convince them to be on their guard around it. 

“It is not easy,” Bruce enunciates carefully. 

Dick rolls his eyes again. “Boys, you have a new little brother, his name is Tim Drake, I acquired him through dubious and doubtless wacky magical means. Boom. How hard was that?”

It is deeply distressing to Bruce that the fae has convinced Dick that it is Tim Drake. A lucky coincidence, perhaps, that the real Drake boy is approximately the right age? But why him, out of all the boys in Gotham? Bruce doesn’t believe in coincidences. He’ll have to look into that. 

But first, he must rid Dick of his delusion. He has refrained from interfering with any of the fae’s interactions with his children of Alfred so far, terrified that he might jeopardize Jason’s life. Now the fae goes too far. Nevertheless, Bruce has faith in his children, in his brilliant, clever, caring boys. They’ll figure the fae out.

“It is not easy,” Bruce repeats. “It is…impossible.”

“Impossible to say what? His name? Where you got him?” Dick’s eyebrows knit together when Bruce stays silent. “B. What type of magical means?”

Bruce sits ramrod straight. He places both palms flat on the desk, brushing aside some old papers on WE finance reports. Stares right into Dick’s eyes. And says nothing.

“Ohhhhhhhh.” Dick leans back in his chair, fingers laced behind his head. “I see what you’re saying. Or what you’re not saying. I’m picking up what you’re putting down.” He waggles a finger at Bruce, frown replaced with his typical cheeky smile. “Don’t worry B, me and Babs are on the case. We’ll figure this out for you no prob.”

“Hnnnnn,” Bruce says neutrally.

“Hehe, I knew you couldn’t suck that much at communicating.” Dick springs up and leaves the office whistling what seems to be birdsong, in a much better mood than when he entered.

As soon as the doors close again, Bruce sinks into his chair with a deep sigh. Dick knows something is awry. He’ll get Barbara, perhaps his friends on the Titans, and definitely Jason whenever he finds out, to solve the mystery for Bruce. He has faith in them. He taught Dick everything that he knows, and Dick is plenty innovative on his own. If nothing else, his establishment as Nightwing has proven that he can roll with the best of the best. Bruce is unbearably proud of his kid. Now he just hopes it is enough.

Bruce is nearly certain he did nothing to imply that the fae is not human. Perhaps he implied that the fae was “acquired,” as Dick put it, through magical means, but that by no means implies that the fae itself is not human. It isn’t, of course, but that is for Dick to find out through no suggestion or help on Bruce’s part. 

He knows that Dick will agree with his decision to bargain their safety for Jason’s safe return. The only person he suspects might disagree is Jason himself. Already he can picture Jason lecturing him if and when he finds out: accusing Bruce of doing it for himself, of being unbearably selfish, of forcing Jason to bear a responsibility he never asked for. And Bruce will bear it all because it’s all true. He saw a way to have his son back without having to break his moral code and he seized it. Jason can call it self-serving and hate Bruce all he wants, because Bruce would do it again in a heartbeat. 

-

“So, Timmy,” Dick says casually, “are you a metahuman or what?”

Barbara, Dick and Tim are in the middle of a near-empty Staples when Dick pops out with his invasive question. They’re shopping for school supplies, since come fall Tim will need to go to school. Bruce has registered him, through a combination of fake and real forms, for Gotham Academy. Tim’s memories of school were his first to go from Before, when he was purely human. Needless to say he’s not looking forward to school again. But he’ll be going with Jason, and maybe they can talk about it even though they’ll be three grades apart. He’ll get to know kids his age who will learn his name and never think twice about using it. Anything that makes Tim more human is a good thing, in his book. 

“Dick, for the love of God,” Barbara groans. She casts a quick look around the Staples. Luckily, no one is around to hear. 

Sometimes she wonders how she got caught up in not one but two school shopping trips for Dick’s little brothers. No less than eight employees and customers at the various stores they’ve stopped at have given them strange looks, no doubt thinking that Dick and Barbara are a tragically young couple to have a kid Tim’s age. She isn’t sure who would be most embarrassed if she corrected them, so she said nothing.

The truth, that Barbara is a freshman in college taking her high school boyfriend’s new kid brother shopping, potentially sounds stranger. Add in the part where they’re trying to acclimate the kid to human society, and Barbara’s certain she’d be kicked out of the store.

“What?” Dick protests. “I have a deal with B. C’mon Timmy, you don’t want your favorite big brother to lose to the big bad B, do you?”

“A deal?” Tim warbles.

“Yeah,” Dick persists doggedly. He still hasn’t figured out what triggers Tim, so for now he continues until Tim comes to some internal resolution. “He doesn’t think I can figure it out. C’mon Tim, my ego’s on the line here.”

Tim stares at the blue spiral notebook in his hands. Both Dick and Barbara lean in, anticipatory, as he turns it over and over. Despite Barbara’s reservations about Dick’s timing and bluntness, she’s also desperately curious about where the new kid comes from. All he has been able to tell her so far is that Bruce seems to have sworn some kind of oath not to talk about the details.

“You don’t have to tell us,” Barbara adds, only a little reluctantly. “But you know, no matter if you’re an alien or a cyborg or a sentient piece of mud, you’re a part of the family, right?” She gestures in a wide circle, to encapsulate the absurdity of their situation. 

Two first-year college students, arms full of Ticonderoga pencils, notebooks, binders, rulers, calculators and the like, all for a not-quite-human twelve-year-old boy. Jason insisted on getting his own trip, which really made Barbara feel like she and Dick really were parents with two kids competing to be the favorite. Jason also strong-armed Barbara into agreeing to a Dragon Ball Z marathon next weekend. She really doesn’t know how she’ll explain that one to her new college friends. They already think she’s a bit strange for still dating her high school boyfriend. 

“I’m not…I made a bargain,” Tim whispers. He trusts them, even though he grips that notebook so tightly it folds over. Weeks ago he gave Dick and Jason his true name and they have never used it to make him do something he doesn’t want to do. Surely, if he can trust them not to use his name against him, he can trust them with this. 

“With who?” Barbara asks immediately.

“About…?” Dick prompts at the same time.

Tim ponders over the phrasing until words lose their meaning. There really is no safe way to explain that he made a deal with the Unseelie Queen to secure their undying affection in exchange for his freedom, is there? No matter how he says it, he’ll be outed as the emotionally manipulative little infiltrator that he is. In the end, all Tim can do is shake his head. “If I win my bargain I’ll be fully human,” he evades.

“Oookay.” Dick attempts to fit this piece of information into his catalogue of Timmy facts. So far it includes “used to be Timothy Drake, age nine” and “my parents handed me over as part of a mysterious deal” and “I’m not fully human (anymore???)” and “Bruce can’t talk about where he found me” and now “I made a bargain with my own humanity.” It’s not making any goddamn sense. Dick has some amount of pride in his skills as a detective, and Tim’s situation is pretty thoroughly destroying it. The only through-line he’s found is an awful lot of bargains and deals. Which perhaps explains Tim’s overreaction to Dick saying he made a deal. Whoops. 

“But you know,” Barbara jumps in again, “you don’t have to be fully hu–”

“I want to be,” Tim cries. “I want it back. I will be–”

Someone clears their throat. At the end of the notebooks aisle, a Staples employee points at the analog clock on the western wall. It’s rather unhelpful as a visual signal, since only Barbara can read it.

“It’s almost closing time,” the employee explains delicately. They look anywhere but Tim’s teary face or Barbara and Dick holding hands. 

-

“Mr. Wayne,” Tim says bravely, “can we talk, sir?”

School starts in a couple of weeks. Tim is running out of summer, but he has Alfred, Dick, Jason and Barbara firmly on his side. Last week Jason taught him how to make frijoles and tried to get him to read Jane Austen. Neither attempt succeeded, but the intent was there. Dick tried to teach him parkour, which went much better. His one remaining problem is that Batman still does not want him at all. 

So he corners Batman when the man’s alone with one solid plan of action, a heart full of hope, and two shaking knees. 

Batman stares down at him suspiciously. “Yes.” 

He turns away abruptly and Tim hurries to keep up with his long strides. After so long in the human realm, he no longer have the floatiness they once did. By the time Batman makes it to his office, Tim is panting. His feet hurt. He worries and waits in the corner as Batman shuts the doors, shutters the windows, and manually activates enough security measures to shock Harry Houdini. Is he in trouble? He hasn’t even done anything yet. 

Wordlessly, Batman gestures for him to take a seat. “What is it.”

Tim collapses into the chair. His feet dangle half a foot in the air. “I would like to make a deal.”

“No.”

“Please, Mr. Wayne.” Tim can’t cry yet, he hasn’t made his proposal. “I–I think–”

“I said no–”

“I’m offering information!” Tim says quickly. His hands, driven to distraction by all his stress, twist into pattern after pattern in his lap. “I can tell you what I can do and how the fae work.”

Batman is a regular human who operates in a world of gods and monsters. He works with the most powerful superheroes. He leads the best of the best. In order to do that he plans. He needs information, and there’s only one area where Tim knows more than him. 

Batman’s eyes narrow. “And what do you want in return?”

The same love and affection he gives so freely to Dick and Jason. But Tim knows better than to ask for that. That’s why he’s proposing this deal in the first place. He can’t trick Batman into loving him the same way he tricked the others, but maybe he can offer his services. Maybe if Tim is useful enough, good enough, that will be enough for Tim to get to stay. So instead:

“A Nikon D850,” Tim answers. “It’s a camera, sir. For nighttime photography.”

For a tortuously long moment, Batman just stares at him with that dark, unreadable expression. There isn’t a hint of emotion, much less affection, in his eyes. Tim’s hands flap around loudly. He jams them under his thighs to quiet them. 

“Done,” Batman says tonelessly. “Now tell me everything you know. And,” he adds, voice dropping to a growl, “I will know if you’re lying.”

Despite his promises to himself, something hot stings Tim’s eyes and tickles the back of his throat. He’s not sure if Batman has magic powers, but he doesn’t doubt the threat for a second. 

“Right,” Tim acknowledges, only a half-step from crying. “Well. I was born Tim Drake. When–”

“I know you purport to be Timothy Drake.”

Tim’s shoulders hitch. Batman’s interruption cuts, paper-cut-like, into his thin skin. One wrong word from flinching, one quarter step from crying. 

Batman pins him to the chair with cold eyes. “I already said I will know if you’re lying. Try again.”

It’s so unfair that Tim almost bursts into tears just from frustration. Just because his parents sold away his right to be Timothy Drake doesn’t mean that he wasn’t born human. But he knows better than to argue with Batman, so he takes his second chance and changes the subject. 

“Yessir. Sorry, sir. I can teach you how to find fairy circles,” Tim offers. “The trick is not to look for something out of place. ‘One may enter the realm of the fae wherever the–”

“–Wherever the wild and mundane meet,” Batman interrupts, voice so flat he sounds bored. Unspoken is the order: tell me something I don’t already know.

Tim had forgotten that Batman journeyed to the fae realm by himself. It isn’t as though he stumbled upon a fairy circle by accident and decided to strike up a deal with the Unseelie Queen. He must have researched how to locate fairy circles by himself. He’s Batman. What in the world can Tim possibly tell him that he doesn’t already know?

“I can tell you about the abilities of the fae in the human realm,” Tim suggests, nearly despairing. “We can commune with plants. We are more in tune with the weather. We can, um, float a little. Sometimes. I think I can also make people not notice me. It’s like a veil on people’s senses. Like I’m always in their per-fory–per-fi-fory–periphery vision–”

“You can also make plants grow a little fast,” Batman interrupts for the third time. “You sometimes cause video footage of you to corrupt. You attract the loyalty of animals, both wild and domesticated.” His lip curls. “You are a superb actor.”

Somehow Tim doesn’t feel complimented. The underlying dark tone to Batman’s observations is I told you I was watching you. But it is the lip curl, a small, nearly intangible action, that finally breaks Tim, not a word or even anything serious. Just the slight hint of a sneer on Batman’s face even though the Unseelie Queen has accustomed Tim to far worse condescension and Batman isn’t even wrong to judge him. Hasn’t he tricked the rest of Batman’s family into loving him with his acting?  

Tim squeezes his eyes shut. A tear escapes and leaves a cold trail on his cheek as it snakes its way to his chin. He fights the urge to vomit. “I can teach you how to use a fae’s true name against them,” he whispers.

When he opens his eyes, Batman is watching him cry with a blank, apathetic face.

“To test that,” Mr. Wayne says slowly, “I’ll need to use yours.”

All at once Tim is struck by the childish desire to close his eyes and wish himself into a world where Batman never looks at him like a dangerous, evil, life-sucking parasite. Wants so dearly to deny the existence of this world where he must replace the Unseelie Queen with his hero. But Batman demands it must be so. Declares that Tim has no other use. So Tim trembles and shakes and falls apart in that oversized lacquer chair until he’s cried his little heart out, but in the end he gives Batman what he wants.  

“I understand, sir,” Tim says miserably. 

It won’t be forever, Tim vows to himself. If Mr. Wayne accepts him, if Tim is allowed to stay, then one day he will be fully human again. One day his name will hold no power over him than it would over any human. Mr. Wayne doesn’t want to use it like the Unseelie Queen does anyways, he just wants to verify Tim’s honesty, which is fair because Tim has done nothing but lie since arriving to Wayne Manor. 

Even though it feels awfully cruel. 

Tim scrambles through his memories to recall how it was explained to him. “A fae is under the thrall of whomsoever can speak their true name.” Then he struggles to verbalize what it actually feels like to have your name used against you. “But the effects–they’re temporary. It’s like…a rubber band. You can pull it into a shape but the moment you stop it instantly snaps back. And if you use it again and again and again then it works less and less and less.”

“Fae names suffer from diminishing returns.” Mr. Wayne looks just the tiniest bit amused. At least he’s not interrupting Tim this time.

Tim has no idea what that means, but he nods anyways. “And it is easier to command that which is easily given. The…effect is…quicker.”

When the Unseelie Queen says dance then Tim is swaying before his body can communicate with his head, but when she says won’t you stay with me forever, Timothy Jackson Drake? then Tim digs his heels in and refuses. You can be the prince of my Unseelie Court, little one. Drink the blood of stars, dance with the mad and the lost, and serve at my feet forevermore. Tim shudders and shoves the memory away firmly. It won’t ever come true. Tim won’t let it.

Tim straightens to the fullest height offered by the giant chair, acting for all the world as if he is making a business deal with an equal. “You may use Timothy Drake,” he offers primly. “Though it doesn’t work very well on me.”

“But of course.” Bruce assumes that this is because Timothy Drake is the assumed name of a fae who refuses to give Bruce its true name. He cannot say he blames it. “Stand up, Timothy Drake.”

Tim pushes the chair back and stands. He blinks. Feeling return to his legs as pinpricks of sensations. He sits back down. 

For the first time, Mr. Wayne’s gaze breaks away from Tim. He casts about his office in search of a command which Tim would be reluctant to do yet doesn’t break Batman’s moral code. Tim, who had begun to recover his nerve, starts to tremble again. Mr. Wayne received the information of fae’s true names positively, so Tim became more confident. Now he worries that Mr. Wayne received it too positively. Where is his line? What wouldn’t he order Tim to do, if he could? 

“Come here, Timothy Drake,” Mr. Wayne commands finally. 

Tim’s legs move of their own accord again. They carry him around Mr. Wayne desk until he stands before the man. He may be a liar but he is not so good that naked terror isn’t written plainly on his face. He keeps his hands behind his back and lets them twist around and around out of sight.

“Now,” Mr. Wayne says. “Timothy Drake. Take a step to the left. Right. Spin. Sit. Up. Right. Left. Left. Jump. Down.”

The rapid volley of commands ends with Tim flat on his stomach, chin stinging fiercely from its introduction to the floor. His body interpreted down as fall on your face for him. He gets back to his feet unsteadily and waits for more. 

“Take this batarang.” Mr. Wayne pulls it out of one of the desk’s many secret compartments. “Timothy Drake. Cut my hand.”

Tim lurches, batarang between his fingers, for one heart-stopping moment, towards Mr. Wayne’s outstretched hand before he gets himself back under control. Batman watches just as unemotionally as before as the batarang nears his unprotected palm, as Tim wars with himself.

“I don’t want to,” Tim pleads. “Please, Mr. Wayne.” His hand shakes violently. “Please don’t make me.”

“Stop.”

The batarang clatters to the floor. Mr. Wayne leans back in his chair, unaffected. Tim staggers back to his own chair, cheeks stained anew with hot tears. 

“It feels like someone altering who you are.” Tim offers this truth in a last, desperate appeal to make Mr. Wayne understand. “It’s like someone possessing you. I know it’s not very powerful, Mr. Wayne, but–it hurts. It–”

Mr. Wayne raises a hand. “Enough.” His voice is just as gravely as before, but it feels a little more gentle. “I believe you.”

The next morning, a Nikon D850 appears in Tim’s bedroom. He leaves it on his nightstand. In a week he’ll pick it up and head to the streets where he first found Batman and Robin. But for now, the sight fills him with dread. 

[lost-in-tokyo]

Need help? Call Toji!

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x fem!reader

Summary: When a mission drains you mentally and physically, you see yourself seeking for security and help from none other than Toji Fushiguro, your friend’s dad. 

Word count: 2,4k

Warnings: Toji actually raised Megumi in this one. Reader is in her early 20s and is a sorcerer. Cheating (reader has a boyfriend), oral (female receiving), bathroom sex, doggy style, manting press, multiple orgarsms, unprotected sex, creampie, hair pulling, scratching, ass slapping, daddy kink, age gap, fingering, mentions of blood (reader gets hurt in a mission). Did I forget something?

Being friends with Megumi certainly had many advantages, he was a great listener and always gave honest advice and opinions, he had excellent taste in music and generally didn't complain about listening to you talk nonstop. But surely the best of all was getting to see his dad wearing those tight t-shirts that left nothing to the imagination when you visited their house.

You could still remember the first time you came to the boy's house. It was on a Saturday afternoon, Yuji and Nobara were determined to have a video game championship, and to change the atmosphere a little, Megumi suggested that they did it at his house .

It was a hot summer afternoon and he was outside mowing the lawn, covered in a fine sheen of sweat and wearing only a pair of worn jeans. He wiped the sweat off his forehead with his forearm before slowly looking you up and down.

“Excuse me, does Megumi live here?” You tried to be as polite as possible while holding the hem of your skirt, which between us, wasn't the longest you had.

A light chuckle ripped from his throat before he answered. “Yeah, they’re inside.”

That was a few years ago, and every time you came over to Megumi's, you couldn't deny that you made as much effort as possible not to get nervous and end up stumbling over your own words when the older Fushiguro spoke to you.

It's not that you were in love, far from it, but his incredible height and his heavy layer of muscle intimidated you in an exciting way. Every time that smirk crossed his face as he looked at you, and every time those callused hands touched you in the most unpretentious way possible, you couldn't stop the thoughts that flooded your mind, thinking about what it would be like to hear him moan your name, or how many times he could make you come.

This was wrong.

So wrong!

Especially because you had a boyfriend.

It had been a few months, you had known him through work and he was always a great boyfriend. He did all your wishes, treated you like a princess and was there for everything you needed, but still, you called him when you needed help.

It was late on a Friday night, you had a bleeding leg and your whole body ached after a traumatic mission that went completely off-plan. You had managed to exorcize the curse, but you had paid a high price for it.

Moisture hung in the air, creating a thin layer of haze that lit up as the Toyota pickup that now had several shades of orange, thanks to rust, pulled up. One of its headlights had given out and the car could definitely use a good wash, but you didn't care, as seeing that truck was all you needed to instantly calm down.

“Need a ride, kid?” There was a certain mocking tone to his voice, and even in the dark, you were sure he had a smirk plastered on his face.

You opened the door of the pickup, climbing into the passenger seat, whose leather had dried out and split in places several years ago.

"Hurting?" He referred to your bloodied leg, bound by a belt, which had once been around your waist, to stop the bleeding.

"It still burns, I think I'll need stitches."

"Let's go to my place, I'll help ya with that when we get there."

You nodded slightly, leaning your head back against the seat as you listened to the sound of Black Sabbath coming out of the car's sound system.

The house was all dark, and as you went through the rooms you began to look for the presence of a certain someone.

"He's at Yuji's, helping with something." Toji replied, almost reading your mind.

You followed him upstairs, past his room and into his bathroom.

It was the first time you had entered this part of the house. His room had light walls and dark wood furniture, there was an orangey rug on the floor, but everything looked somehow organized.

His bathroom had gray tiles and a large mirror over the white vanity. The scent of his perfume was much stronger here than the rest of the house, and you could stare at his toiletries for a second before he spoke again.

“Ya can sit on the sink, I’ll take a look at yer wound.”

You did as he said as he crouched down, pulling out a vial of rubbing alcohol and gauze for a bandage. After rummaging through a drawer he found a box with some needles and a small spool of black thread.

He positioned himself in front of you, and then his icy fingers touched your thighs half covered by the fabric of your uniform skirt, making a shiver hit you.

“Don't worry, I won't look.” He assured as he spread your legs slightly apart, before lifting the foot of your injured leg and resting it on the surface of the vanity, making your back rest against the mirror.

For the first time you felt embarrassed. You were fully aware that Toji was seeing your pink panties, despite him acting like he wasn't.

He removed the belt as gently as he could, before taking a good look at your cut.

“That curse got ya good, huh? It didn't cut any arteries though”. Toji looked up, fixing his dark gaze in your eyes, that looked like those of a deer who had just seen the headlights of a car coming towards it. Your pupils were dilated and your eyes looked a shade darker than normal.

He backed away a little, pulling a black lighter from his front pants pocket and running the needle through its flame a few times. After managing to fit the thread and tie the knot he looked at you, almost with resentment for the pain you were about to feel.

“This is goin’ to hurt a little.”

His hands, now a little warmer, touched the inner part of your thigh, making a shiver run through your body. He squeezed your flesh making you gasp slightly before he inserted the needle for the first time.

A groan of pain left your throat and your hands balled into fists, pushing its nails as deep as possible in an attempt to distract your mind from the pain you felt below.

Toji continued the procedure, making eye contact with you at each stitch that was completed, he knew it wasn't time, but he couldn't stop his member from hardening and throbbing with each moan that came out of your lips, that seemed to be oh so soft.

Despite the pain, Toji's hot breath hitting your core, and the touch of his fingers so close to your most intimate area, was making the situation more and more difficult, not because of the pain, but because the pain just made the heat between your legs get worse.

"All done!" Toji was many things, but naive wasn’t one of them. He saw the small pool that formed in your little pink panties, and he saw the way you futilely tried to find a position that would help ease the heat you were feeling.

“Ya want me to take care of this too?” One of his thick fingers ran up and down your cunt, making you catch your breath to repress a moan.

"What do ya say? Want daddy to take care of this pretty lil’ pussy?”

You felt yourself clenching against nothing as you nodded, feeling your cheeks heat up as you maintained eye contact.

"Use your words, sweetheart.”

"Yes please." You said after a moment.

"Please, what?"

“Please, Daddy.”

A smirk spread across Toji's features as he crouched down, resting your freshly treated leg over his shoulder and bringing his face close to your warmth.

He roamed your territory, rubbing his nose against the fabric of your panties, taking a long sniff to absorb the scent of it before giving it a full lick.

Toji pulled your panties to the side, touching your clit masterfully with the tip of his tongue while one of his long fingers penetrated you with ease, thanks to your juices. It didn't take long for him to find your sweet spot, stimulating it while continuing the ministrations with his tongue.

He smiled as your fingers found his hair, tugging lightly at the strands in an attempt to bring him closer. Your soft moans were like the sweetest music to his ears and your taste was like a first meal for a man who had never eaten. He was hungry.

Hungry for you.

Toji had lost track of how many times he had found himself jerking off late at night thinking about you and your little skirts, the way you smiled and the way you said "Mr Fushiguro". It was too much for him. For years he had imagined this moment and now that it had finally happened, he was in no hurry.

Soon Toji's movements had you in a state of frenzy, you felt a knot forming in your belly and it tensed more and more until it burst out with a loud and clear moan, which made his member get even harder, if that was possible.

“I need to fuck ya now.” He grunted, picking you up in his arms before tossing you almost carelessly onto the bed.

You admired while Toji undressed, removing all his clothes, leaving lastly a pair of black boxers that deliciously marked the shape of his member, whose head spilled out of the garment.

He walked over to the bed, pulling you close by your ankle and helping you out of your clothes as quickly as possible, throwing them in all directions across the room before pushing you again.

“It will hurt a little, princess.” He said smirking, before spreading your legs and entering you all at once, not giving you time to adjust.

Toji was right, you weren't used to his size and at first you felt a delicious burning that soon disappeared and was replaced by pure pleasure. You could feel every inch of him, every pulsing vein passing through your tight walls making him groan.

Fushiguro thrust into you with power and mastery, hitting all the right spots. He would grab whatever piece of flesh of yours that was available, your breasts, your ass and pull you close by your shoulders while keeping a pace too fast for you to be quiet.

“Pussy so tight… so good” He leaned down, his mouth taking a hold of one of your nipples as his right hand played with the other.

Your moans echoed through the room as your nails scratched the skin on his back. “Mo-more.” You managed to say, getting hit with a particularly hard thrust before Toji sped his movements even more.

“Look at you, begging for more from someone who isn't your boyfriend. What a bad girl you are!” He tormented you, speaking with his voice, now husky with desire, close to your ear as his hands pushed your thighs until your knees almost touched your shoulders, causing his cock to reach even deeper inside you.

Your mind collapsed and your eyes rolled into the back of your head as the second orgasm of the night hit you, making your legs tremble against his muscular arms.

“Tell me y/n, does he make you cum like this?”

Nothing but a few incomprehensible moans came out of your mouth, still very bewildered with the pleasure that had consumed you. Toji's movements slowed down, coming to almost a stop, causing you to regain consciousness to the point of absorbing his question.

"No!” You almost screamed. “He doesn’t." Your voice much lower now, but still desperate for him to resume his movements, your voice a little hoarse from moaning too loud.

Toji smirked before a dry chuckle ripped from his throat, as if he'd known the answer all along. He pulled out of you ignoring your whimpering and turning you around, placing you on all fours on the mattress of his bed.

Before you could register what was happening, Toji thrusted into you all at once, keeping your back arched as he pulled your hair into a ponytail. His free hand hit your ass precisely a few times, adding to the wave of pleasure that consumed you.

“Toji!” You moaned loudly, your eyes closing, unable to think of anything else but the thick cock fucking you and the man it belonged to.

“You don't know how long I've waited to hear this.” He chuckled lightly, his hand letting go of your hair and bringing you close by the neck. His lips touched your ear, allowing you to hear his every grunt and moan as clearly as possible.

It wasn't long after that familiar feeling started to creep up again, you gripped his arm with both hands, unsure if you could hold yourself in that position much longer.

"Not yet." he gasped. "Together!"

You nodded in agreement, groaning almost tiredly.

Toji sped up his movements, hitting you as deep as possible, making you see stars and moan his name like a mantra, like it was the only word you knew. Outside the room, your moans mixed with the wet sound of your pussy and Toji’s balls hitting you repeatedly could be heard more than clearly.

“Now, doll! Come for me!” Toji pulled you closer, leaning down to kiss your lips, his tongue invading your mouth and quickly gaining dominance, while your nails found the skin of his arms and the strongest orgasm of your entire life took over your body.

Toji's calloused fingers delved into the strands of your hair, pulling you impossibly closer as he filled you to the brim with his thick cum and you shivered uncontrollably against the muscles of his abdomen.

When you finally pulled away, your eyes shed a few tears, your body was exhausted and if it wasn't for Toji holding your waist you would have collapsed on the bed.

Toji admired your state for a few seconds. Hair all messed up, mascara all smudged and irregular breathing, your lips were swollen and he could see his cum running down your legs.

He pinched your cheeks with his thumb and forefinger, keeping your gaze locked with his. “Fuck… are you sure you still want to date that asshole?”

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[current-interest-writings]

A Babys Space Halloween

Mando x reader x baby yoda 

After leaving Navarro behind to begin to look for the child's people ( even if you didnt want to give him up). you had been traveling with din since tattooine. he trusted you to look after the child and be able to fight..... even if he didn't quite like it. but thats not the point. 

it was nearing the time of year at your home planet where Halloween is taking place, pumpkins being painted or cut into jack-o-lanterns to glow in the dark of night. children and adults dressing up as characters or just dressing up in general. a time of candy and fun. it was something you missed the most of your home. and looking at your small son you wanted him to partake in this tradition as well, for as long as you had him for. and you knew you had the perfect costume for the little one. you just had to convince your riduur to let you carve pumpkins and have them on the crest for a little bit.

as you walked up behind your riduur in the cockpit he turned around to look at you through his visor. you tilted your head and gave him a sweet smile that usually ended with you getting your way. “ My dear husband, I know you are not one to follow traditions outside of your own for holidays, ( excluding the times he's tried like for Christmas). But on my home planet around this time we have a day called Halloween. I wanna know if I can bring it on the crest?” You rested a hand on his pauldron.

he tilted his head more at to look at your face and tilt his head, even though you knew what he looked like he still found comfort in wearing his bucket so you never pressured him into removing it. He sighed “ and what are apart of these tradtions of yours” you squealed in excitement and rattled off the list of things you needed.

------------------------------------time skip---------------------------------------------------

Din walked down the ramp to go gather materials needed for the ship and for you to decorate the hull of the crest. He promised to get back in three hours, which left you and the child to your own devices for a while. you looked at the child “ my little trouble maker do you want to help me with something?” He’s at your leg try to crawl up your pant leg. “I’ll take that as a yes”

You grabbed the youngling and grabbed some of the scrap pieces Din kept around the ship for emergency repairs. “Time to get to work on this costume”

A few hours later din is walking back to the ship with some pumpkin-like plants and he sees you have placed your lights back up in the Hull of the ship but these ones are purple, where you keep them he doesn't know. but he knows he hears you in the sleep area and has missed you and the child.

"hold on little one, I know he is back but you need to wait. One last finishing touch and you can show your Buir your little costume."

a few babbles can be heard from the kid as he responds to you

but a few moments later you came out from the area shielding the child from his view, you can almost feel your husband raise his eyebrow under the helmet.

you just gave him a small smile and dramatically spread your arms comically wide and said

"may I present to you the best bounty hunter in this parsec" The room door slides open

din felt his heart fill with warmth at the sight of the kid dressed like him..

grogu waddled up to his father and raised his arms

"alright cryika what next?" both of your boys look at you

" time to eat candy, stay up wayyyyyy to late and watch holo vids"

"thats it?"

'normally we would go door to door for candy, but i dont think you would be down to do that"

"alright.... which candy first"

the rest of the night was spent watching holovids and eating too mant sweets and cookies

[dilemma-danger]

i want to do all the things. all at once. i wanna jump off my roof and pierce my nose and my lips and my finger and i want to paint all of my walls and i want to draw on my door in sharpie and i want to go cliff diving and i want to do horrible makeup and i want to go for a run and i want to cuddle people and i want to hold hands and i want to run through and explore a forest and i want to die just to see what it feels like and i want to survive to see what happens in my future and i want to be famous and i want nobody to know who i am and i want to play guitar and i want to sing and i want to get so mant tattoos and i want to talk to everybody and i want to talk to nobody and i want to draw whatever i want and i want to get those scar tattoo things and i want to go on a cruise and i want to go to tokyo and alaska and hawaii and i want to go hiking up a mountain to see the sunset and i want to hug someone and i want to be hugged and i want to go to jail and i want to be an actor and i want to be a biological boy and i want someone to stab me to see how it feels and i want to see myself bleed and i want to paint someones face and i want to dance in the rain and i want to swim forever and i want to play baseball and i want to do everything but i know ill never be able to

[gentaro-kinniecom]

"𝒲𝑜𝓇𝒹𝓈 𝒸𝒶𝓃𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝑒𝓍𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝒽𝑜𝓌 ℐ 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁"

→𝒫𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔: 𝒮𝒽𝓊 ℐ𝓉𝓈𝓊𝓀𝒾/𝑔𝓃!𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

→𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔����:𝓃𝑜𝓃𝑒!𝒫𝑒𝓇𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓈 𝒶 𝒷𝒾𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝒶𝓃𝑔𝓈𝓉? 𝒴𝑜𝓊'𝓇𝑒 ℰ𝒾𝒸𝒽𝒾'𝓈 𝒻𝒾𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒𝑒(𝒶𝓇𝓇𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝒹 𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓇𝒾𝒶𝑔𝑒 𝑜𝑜𝓅𝓈..)

→𝒜/𝓃: ℋ𝑒𝓁𝓁𝑜 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝑜𝓃𝑒! ℐ'𝓂 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀! ℐ 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒹𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓁𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝑒𝓃𝒿𝑜𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒻𝒶𝓃𝒻𝒾𝒸𝓈 𝒶𝓈 𝓌𝑒𝓁𝓁!!

Valkyrie would never be the same again.

The war had heavily affected them, they lost against fine, Nito had left and Shu was left in a critical state. Mika did his best to try and help, but it was never enough. That was until Y/n entered their lives, a new star born to give light and hope.

At first, he thought of them as a nuisance, something getting in between Valkyrie's success and his devotion to such entitlement. But, little by little, Shu started to understand them more clearly, how well they would treat Mademoiselle, how caring and smart Y/n was...however, life doesn't have it's happy endings.

"How come you've never told us about bein' Eichi's fiancé..?" Mika asked, not aware of Shu's presence. Y/n sighed holding back tears as they spoke.

"I didn't want you to get mad at me for the things he's done to you guys, it's not even true love, my family arranged the marriage against my will" Hearing this, Shu entered the room as if he wasn't outside a few second ago, telling Mika to fetch some fabric from Kuro, leaving you both alone in an awkward atmosphere.

"It's no fun being lied to, right Y/n?"

"What could you possibly mean by that?" He sighed, placing Mademoiselle on the coffee table beside them as he spoke.

"I heard everything, if you are not truly happy, why not go against it?" To say he was sad was an understatement. Y/n rose from their seat, heading towards the door

"I can't, I wish my parent's would listen to me for once but that's impossible" With that, they left the room silently, bearing to not look back.

Y/n stopped visiting Shu and Mika as Eichi's sickness was worsening by the hour, they stayed with him throughout it all. He couldn't help but glance at his betrothed as they sadly looked at the mant buildings outside his hospital window.

"Is it true you're not happy with me?" His question shocked them both, of course the answer was clear, they were far from being happy with him, it was all a false reality he made up to please both their families and himself.

"I'm not supposed to do so but, as long as you're happy, I'm willing to let you go" They couldn't help but stare at him, tears failing to contain themselves as Y/n sobbed, he smiled, one so sincere it could've been mistaken by a mischievous one. Not hesitating to stay more than intended, Y/n thanked Eichi, quickly exiting the hospital in search for their loved one.

It all felt surreal, entering Yumenosaki Academy at such late hour to find Shu. To their surprise, Mika was the first they encounter as they entered the sewing room.

"Eh? Y/n...? What are ya doin' at this late hour?" Mika sat beside them as he listened to them talk about what happened. He stared in shock, not believing someone like Eichi would understand how unhappy they were.

"I came as soon as I left the hospital, I need to speak with Shu"

"The last time Oshi-san was here, he was practicin' for our opening show this week, perhaps you'll find him outside near the fountain"

Oh how ethereal he looked while practicing under the stars beside the fountain, his aura was quite something. They sat on the fountain, admiring his singing when suddenly Y/n got dragged into it. Alarmed, Shu looked back to see Kanata hugging them while smiling.

"Kanata! Geez you nearly gave me a heart attack"

"Puka~ Puka~ you looked "cute" staring at Itsuki-san" Dear God, how badly they wanted to disappear right now. Shu chuckled, helping you get out of the fountain, placing his cardigan on their shoulders

"You might get cold, so hold onto this as we enter the building"

"You didn't have to..." He simply smiled, holding their waist while walking inside. Shu offered them some tea, wrapping a blanket around Y/n so they wouldn't get sick. In the end, Y/n was happy he took care of them ever since the slip up. Still, they sat in silence, not knowing what to say

"I'm sure you came back to talk about something, you look deep in thought"

"I just, I wanted to say how much I adore you, ever since I stepped in Yumenosaki Academy, I had my eyes set on you" Shu took their hands, blush on his face as he tried to avoid eye contact.

"I'm glad the feeling is mutual...I'm also assuming Eichi-?" They nodded as he stepped closer, gently holding your chin, facing them

"Can I...kiss you?"

"Of course, go ahead" Not wasting any time, Shu kissed them softly, smiling while embracing them. Nothing could ever make them feel so loved as this. Parting away while giggling softly, it was the best feeling ever.

A few months after graduating, Shu and Y/n opened a shop not so far from Yumenosaki, it contained tons of their designs up front for sale, a one of a kind fashion piece. It's safe to say their relationship turned for the better.

"Darling, you should rest, it's quite late." Y/n said as they spotted Shu sewing tiredly, smiling as he saw their figure in the doorframe of the sewing room

"Of course my dear, I was just finishing this shirt" He said, tidying up his stuff as he joined them in bed, kissing their cheek softly before drifting off

"Goodnight my love" Shu couldn't be happy as he felt Y/n's arms around him gently, smiling as they slept together in each other's arms.

[specialagentlokitty]

Mr Evershed x Daughter!reader - game on

NAHH NOW I HAVE ANOTHER REQUEST 😭 : reader is his daughter obvs and they're at home after what happened at school (could be part 2) and there's just a big wrestling match an Maybeeee a tickle fight ajuwiid IM IMAGINING SO MANT THINFSS - Anon 💜

Part two:

You got home before your dad since he had some sort of meeting to attend, and you were dancing in the kitchen to some music as you washed up from breakfast.

Humming to yourself, you were so far lost in your own world that when you heard the fridge door slam closed you spun around with a wet butter knife in your hand.

“Dad!” You yelled.

“I did try calling out.” He shrugged.

You rolled your eyes, dropping the knife back in the sink you flicked soapy water across the kitchen in his face and he rolled his eyes.

You grinned and pointed to the sink as you backed away to the kitchen door.

“Last one in the kitchen has to finish the dishes!”

With that you ran away up stairs to do some homework.

You were up there for a few hours, an finally you came back down, setting one of the worksheets on the table in the living.

“Can you read this and tell me if it makes sense?”

“Sure kiddo, let’s take a look.”

He read through it and nodded his head and you beamed, sitting on the floor as you scrolled through your phone.

Mr Evershed looked down at you and grinned as he lightly kicked your side.

You looked up and he pretended he didn’t do anything and you turned away, and he did it again.

This time you elbowed his leg with a snickered and set your phone down, pushing the coffee table away with your feet as you stood up.

“Wanna fight huh? I’ll put you on the floor old man.” You huffed.

“Will you?”

He stood up and you looked up at him.

“Will you really?” He smirked.

You pretended to throw a punch, lightly touching his shoulder as you bounced on the balls of your feet in a boxing stance.

He took a light jab at you and you ducked underneath his arm, elbowing his side before jumping on him, slapping his head lightly as you jumped away.

“You’ve got the height but I’ve got the speed.”

“You’re right, I do have the height.”

He rushed forwards, catching you in his arms he poked his fingers against your side making your squirm a little.

You tried to contain your laughter but no matter how hard you tried you just couldn’t, and you couldn’t break free either.

You laughed loudly as you tried to pry his hands away but your dad had a good grip on you and nothing you did worked.

“Come on! Come on! I need air!” You laughed.

He let you go and lightly pushed you into the couch where you protectively hide your sides and gasped for air as you lightly glared at him.

He stuffed his hands into his pockets and grinned down at you.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish little miss.”

“Don’t cheat then you heffalump.”

“Seriously? Heffalump?”

“I’m gonna tell everyone at school that’s your real name.”

He hummed nodding his head as he looked around the room innocently.

“Right, right.”

“They’re all gonna call you a heffalump because you are.”

He hummed and sat down on the sofa again, turning his attention back to the tv and you sat up, turning yourself to him you kicked his legs and grinned.

Then you spun yourself back around and slumped on the couch, scrolling through your phone.

You weren’t paying much attention, you were too busy texting your friends when you were attacked again.

You squealed, throwing your phone across the room and you pushed your dads shoulder.

“I swear to god I will bite you hand!”

“You wouldn’t!”

“Like hell I wouldn’t!”

You tried to grab his hand but he moved it, and poked your forehead before he sat back and you got up, sitting on the other sofa.

“Don’t sit so far away.” He smiled.

“No, I don’t trust you.”

“I promise I won’t do it again.”

You glared at him lightly and he grinned a little, shrugging his shoulders as he pulled the coffee table back to where it was.

He laid on the other sofa and when you were sure he wasn’t paying attention you slowly stood up, creeping around.

Once you were near him you rolled up your sleeves.

“Payback time you mug.”

Before Mr Evershed could even look up, you had dropped yourself throwing all your weight into your arm as you body slammed him.

He let out a groan of discomfort and wind being knocked from his lungs and placed his hand on your head trying to push you away.

“Come on that’s cheating!” He gasped out.

You grinned and shook your head as the stood up, letting him sit up to catch his breath you pretended to box his face.

Your knuckles barely touched him but you made the noises as if you were actually hitting him in the face.

“Alls far in love and war.”

“Alls fair huh?”

You stopped and in a split second you grabbed your phone and jumped over the back of the sofa, into the hallway and up the stairs as you slammed your bedroom door closed.

“You’ve got to come out at some point.”

“Nope, and you won’t come in with my permission either.” You snickered.

Sitting on your bed, you decided to FaceTime Chloe while you waited for it to be safe for you to leave your room again.

Something told you that you were going to have to be extra careful when wondering about now because not only did you start a war with him about embarrassing each other, but now you’ve started a fight you knew you were never going to win

[nightshadereaper66]

NaNoWriMo 2023

Goal: To write one thing every day

Poetry: Trinity Castle Bravo The First Snowfall Grace The Inside Bread Haikus Those Little Inconveniences The Unraveling The Crusty Spy Watching the Fall Oil Rig Adrift Halcyon Days Can You Hear the Music Familiar Strangers The Old Pin Drawer Number Four Aquarian Poems Back and Forth The Willow Sprout Cereal Spork The Lies of Success See Yew Next Fall I May Look Door-mant Night Owl A Supernova of Memory The Curios Left Behind The Harebell Fibonacci Poems Crusty Star Rust Forgotten Childhoods To You, My Muse

Short Stories: Reflections: Waking up to something odd. In The Fume Hood: Too much homework. Too little sleep. An overly powerful (and possibly sentient) fume hood.

[dream-meister-translations]

TALE OF FOOD MAIN STORY : PROLOGUE PART 2

━

This is Kongsang, the place that I, along with my parents and the food souls, call home.

Another day with warm breeze and azure-blue sky. The excellent weather in Kongsang leaves travelers from across the three realms unwilling to leave. It is yet another breezily warm day of clear azure skies. The unchanging beauty of Kongsang is reputed to have lingered in the memories of all who have visited it.

HARBIN FRIED PORK : It has been fifteen minutes, Master. I am at your service if you require any assistance with your wardrobe.

MASTER : No need...I'll be right there.

HARBIN FRIED PORK : Are you truly ready? The button on your collar appears to be undone and suggests otherwise.

MASTER : I was rushed for time so...

Harbin Fried Pork steps forward and buttons it up before I can protest.

HARBIN FRIED PORK : The Food God has been roaming the world with his beloved wife for many eons. As your butler, it is my duty to assist you in discharging your duties as Deputy Food God.

HARBIN FRIED PORK : Tens of thousands of Food Souls now call Kongsang their home. The restaurant welcomes thousands of patrons from the three realms daily.

HARBIN FRIED PORK : As the descendant of the Food God, perhaps you, as the Master of Kongsang, should...

MASTER : That's enough. Save your nagging for another day. I'm going to check on the restaurant.

━

I have barely stepped inside the restaurant when I am almost deafened by firecracker explosions and drumming at the entrance of the restaurant.

PEKING DUCK : You're so late, Master! I've been up already, yet you dared sleep in?

PEKING DUCK : I must have someone keep an eye on you, my loyal subject, so you kick this habit soon!

MASTER : I- What's going on outside? It sounds like a parade's happening out there...

BUDDHA'S TEMPTATION : The grand opening of a neighboring restaurant is taking place.

PEKING DUCK : Interesting. Don't you think they're a little overconfident, setting up shop next to the Food God's own establishment?

PEKING DUCK : But Lady Luck may smile on he who has lofty aspirations. I admire their courage, at least.

MASTER : The opening of a restaurant is to be celebrated. May it bring much joy to all in the days to come.

MASTER : After all, the joy mortals derive from food is the reason why the Food God and Kongsang exist after all.

??? : Hear, hear! I couldn't have put it better!

The door to the restaurant flies open before anyone else can say a word. Led by a single person, a long file of servants clad in similar outfits enter, each with an equally haughty expression.

??? : There's no need to panic whatsoever. Allow me to introduce myself.

YI YA : I am Yi Ya, the head steward of the Realm of Melanya. I am here today on behalf of my Master to pay my respects to Kongsang!

MASTER : The Realm...Of...Melanya?

YI YA : Goodness, how comes it that you know not the Realm of Melanya, child of the Food God Yizhi?

YI YA : There is a huge rock on Manting Peak shaped like an incense burner, this is known as the Realm of Melanya.

YI YA : In the year 219 BC, thirteen deities gave a feast for their hometown in the realm of Melanya! The dishes served were exceptional and received unanimous praise.

YI YA : The person behind the feast's success is the most skilled culinarian and the present master of the Realm of Melanya!

MASTER : Your master sounds like a real character. But why was he not the Food God?

YI YA : Hmph! If not for Yizhi's deceitful wooing of Her Highness Yaoji, she would not have sung his praises before the goddess Nuwa...Otherwise, Yizhi stood no chance of winning.

YI YA : A pity my Master saw Yizhi as a brother...To think he stole my master's beloved and divine title!

YI YA : And now, Yizhi has forsaken Her Highness for a mortal wife. To top it off, he's left the running of the venerated Kongsang to a suckling of a child, what sacrilege!

YI YA : The Millennial Food God Selection is at hand. Having failed to discharge his duties, Yizhi is no longer fit to reign! My Master will take back his rightful place in the pantheon!

MASTER : Should you be dissatisfied with the titleholder, please pit your skills against us at the selection by all means. But Kongsang will tolerate no further slander against the Food God.

MASTER : Tell your master that Kongsang accepts his challenge! The outcome will be decided in fair competition. Now please leave!

??? : Roar-

A sudden roar rips through the skies of Kongsang, sending tremors through the ground. Roof tiles rattle overhead and dust rains down from the rafters.

MASTER : What happened? What was that sound?

Meanwhile, Yi Ya and his followers have made their getaway amidst the chaos...

PEKING DUCK : Confound it! This was a diversion! We must investigate outside right now!

??? : Roar-

MASTER : Taotie, one of the four ancient beasts?! How can it be? It should already be sealed under Mount Buzhou!

PEKING DUCK : The myriad of food souls that reside in Kongsang will make an excellent feast for it! We must act immediately!

MASTER : I've got a bad feeling about this...I'm worried our enemy's real target is..."The Tale of Food" on the temple's altar!

PEKING DUCK : Good thinking! I'll leave the defense of the food souls to you!

MASTER : Lil' Emperor...Are you sure you can take on Taotie on your own?

PEKING DUCK : How many times must I repeat myself? Pray speak not that nickname of mine again!

PEKING DUCK : Who do you think I am? Pay attention and watch my heroic form!

A group of duck soldiers hastily emerge and waddle closely after their lord.

[boowhumps]

|WHUMPRIL 2023|

|Day 23 ~ Smoke|

(@whumpril)

⚠TW⚠

- Mentions of Suicide

- Swearing

- Mentions of Panic Attacks

- Traumatic Flashbacks

- Disassociation

- Poor Treatment of Someone with a Disorder

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It was supposed to be a normal day today. I would follow my normal routine and go through my day without feeling uneasy.

And it did feel like that this morning.

Until the fire alarm went off.

I had just finished packing my bag and I was about to head out when the alarm went off, blasting suddenly.

The noise made me flinch and I heard a "Shit-" from the kitchen.

The smell of smoke fills the living room slowly.

Normally, I wouldn't care.

But since therapy opened up some memories I tried long and hard to forget, it was no longer ok.

The fire's spreading across the walls. The air smells of smoke and death. There's screaming.. although I can't recall if it was my own or someone else's.

The fire burns my skin, and it won't stop. I can't get out, I'm trapped. I'm all alone and I can't.. breathe.

I'm dying.

I don't remember if the alarm ever turned off, I don't remember if Kaiden was there with me. I don't remember anything.

I do remember seeing red on my arms, and then.. I wasn't there anymore.

Well. I was there physically.. but I had completely.. Dissocated? Disiosated?

Fucking hell, whatever the word is..

I didn't feel like I was there. I don't really know where I went but it felt safe.

I remember feeling something cold in my grasp, and I was brought back to the painful reality that I was alive and here.

I was laying on the couch with a blanket, and a bag of ice is what was in my hand.

My throat was dry and sore, like sandpaper.

I was tired and my eyes hurt, as well as my head.

I let go of the ice bag thing and curl into myself on the couch.

The littler I felt the better. Small ment unnoticed, and unnoticed was good.

I close my eyes. A nap won't hurt..

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I open my eyes again, and now it's dark outside.

Even from the small window I can see the stars shining around.

As nice as the stars are, mant familiar voices in the hallway catch my attention.

I try to listen closely.

"-up on her.."

I raise my eyebrows, and listen closer.

"-she could really benefit from some inpatient care."

..Inpatient care..?

"-put her on suicide watch for a while."

I get goosebumps from the mention of suicide.

That wasn't true. I wasn't suicidal.

"-she's not crazy."

Finally, someone with common sense.

"You can't say that after what happened, did you see her? She's a hazard to herself and everyone else."

"Hey, calm down with that. I don't appreciate you talking about her like a fucking monster."

I draw back from listening, dread filling my body. A hazard? But I never hurt anyone?

Even while not listening in, I clearly hear a familiar voice sigh.

"Fine. Take her."

My heart stops. He wouldn't.. right?

The footsteps heading toward my room debunk my theory.

My heart speeds up, and I frantically search for something, anything that would save me.

The closest I get to that is my closet which I know for a fact has a lock on the inside.

Within two seconds, I'm hidden in my closet. It makes me feel so pathetic.. hiding like a child.. but what was I meant to do? Just let them take me away? No, fuck that. And fuck them. And also fuck anyone who ever dared to treat me like a villain.

I'm pulled out of my thoughts by voices in my room.

"Where the hell is she?!"

"She was in here.."

I have my hands over my mouth, making sure I don't make a single sound.

"Shit, the windows open."

My eyes widen. The window was open.

That window saved me.

"Well let's go fucking find her already, we're wasting time."

The footsteps retreat, and I'm alone again. Or so I thought.

"Karyme.. I know you're around here.." A voice says.

I recognize the voice, but I don't dare come out.

The footsteps pace around the room before stopping right in front of the closet door.

The doorknob rattles, and I sink further into the corner.

"I know you heard me out there.. But please if you're in there.. Let me explain."

I stay silent, and the voice sighs.

"Here, how about you tap the door once for yes and two for no?"

I hesitate, but I suck in a breath and tap once.

"Thank you.. now can I explain what happened?"

One tap.

"Ok.. Your parents came by.. guess they wanted to catch up.. and I told them you weren't available because you had a panic attack, but they were persistent." He starts.

"They saw your arms, I couldn't gloss over that. They leave, and I thought it was over, but they came back with.. reinforcements.."

The voice breaks.

"I tried to talk to them. but they wouldn't fucking stop, saying that you needed to be.. fucking put away like some animal.."

"I was talking loudly, praying that you would wake up and hear. I stalled as much as I could so you could get the message and hide."

The voice stops, and takes a quivering breath.

"I finally agreed with their absurd idea when I felt you were safe, and I led them into the room. I left the window open, and tricked them into thinking you left, but.. I knew you didn't."

The voice stops, finished with the story.

"..Did you think I would actually let them take you?" The voice asks.

I stop to think for a second, and then I tap twice.

"..Are you ready to come out now? I promise they're gone."

One tap.

"Ok.. you can unlock the door then."

My shakey hand reaches for the lock, and I fumble with it until I hear a 'click'

I scoot back into my corner and watch with wide eyes as the door handle shakes, and then opens.

"Hey.. It's ok.." He whispers, grey eyes meeting red ones.

I can feel tears forming in my eyes, and I guess he does to.

"Come here.." He says, and that's all it takes for me to throw myself in his open arms.

He cradles me there on the floor, whispering in my ear that everything's ok.

And I believe him.

[aryacollegeofengineering]

Role of Electrical Engineers in development of infrastructure

Infrastructure development electrical engineers

In general, the task of an electrical engineer is to design high-voltage equipment such as wiring systems, power distribution systems, generators, and lighting systems etc. Within the construction industry, however, an electrical engineer of top engineering colleges in Jaipur has many responsibilities especially when it comes to a construction site. In both residential and commercial buildings, while some elements like lighting fixtures and receptacles, or those with a function that requires it are exposed, most components of electrical installations are hidden from sight using access doors. However, electrical systems in building interiors are more evident in industrial settings where there are no drywalls or dropped ceilings to hide junction boxes, conduits, and other accessories.

At construction sites, it is the duty of electrical site engineers to direct and oversee electrical engineering projects at construction sites, resolve issues, and ensure that work is completed according to specifications. They also balance project management and engineering tasks that range from designing electrical plans to monitoring contractors. It is also the duty of electrical engineers to ensure that plans and work are completed in compliance with local and national electrical codes. The role of an electrical engineer in the construction industry is as follows:

1. Designing Electrical Systems

It is the duty of electrical engineers of best engineering college in Jaipur to design electrical systems for commercial, residential, and industrial construction projects. High-voltage systems for delivering power and low-voltage applications such as Ethernet and fiber-optic lines are also included. They also have to work closely with designers in order to determine how to effectively incorporate electrical elements, prepare blueprints, and to incorporate electrical elements.

2. Directing Electrical Contractors

Electrical engineers also have the role of directly overseeing and managing teams of electrical contractors and subcontractors. Moreover, they may direct daily activities, answer questions about power needs and electric codes, as well as guide workers throughout the construction process. Mant engineers also work on elements of construction projects themselves, collaborating with electricians and other contractors.

3. Resolving Electrical Issues

When it comes to issues related to electric systems or devices that arise during the construction project, it is also the duty of electrical engineers of top electrical engineering colleges in Jaipur to resolve such issues. When existing electrical plans and blueprints are no longer viable, or specifications may change requiring a different power configuration resulting from changes to a building’s design or practical concerns, electrical engineers should quickly revise plans to resolve issues and prevent delays.

4. Developing Cost Estimates

Electrical site engineers help develop cost estimates for both material and labor at the onset of the construction planning process. They also estimate manpower and timelines in order to give project managers the information needed for contractor bids and to ensure that the project stays within budget. They also analyze blueprints and site specifications to project the amount of wire, fixtures, and other required materials.

5. Managing Construction Schedules

Managing construction schedules related to electrical elements of job sites is also one of the duties of electrical engineers of engineering colleges Jaipur. They also have to work closely with both planners and utility providers to determine when project milestones will be completed to avoid delays, as well as maintain profitability. They also frequently determine schedules in collaboration with subcontractors in ensuring that electrical work is completed together with other elements of the project.

6. Conduct of System Testing

Throughout the construction process, electrical engineers also conduct tests of electrical systems. This also includes overseeing final inspections of the job and testing individual components or the whole system itself. They also have to check the contractors’ work to ensure that they adhere to local and national electrical codes, safe operation of all devices, and even accurate power delivery.

Other Roles Of Electrical Engineers In Infrastructure Development

In the development industry an engineer would configure circuits and power convey gadgets to keep up with capacity to the end users. For instance, in a hospital setting, certain models exist for machines that need power and cannot bear the cost of interference. An illustration of this would be life support machines. A doctor would not want a patient to die because of power failure so electrical engineers would design configuration circuits, assess loads, and snare an emergency generator for instance to keep up with consistent power.

As they solve issues or build new products or processes, they will most likely collaborate with other engineers. Because most new or revised items involve electrical engineering of best BTech colleges in Jaipur, they will be thinking about the most efficient designs for the next phone, a new satellite, a vehicle dashboard, a power strip, or even a better light bulb. Depending on your ability and interests, you can pursue a career in electrical engineering in one of numerous fields. Networks and electronic circuits, electromagnetic fields and waves, signal processing, microprocessors, communication and control systems, solid state electronics, electrical power systems, computer engineering, analogue and digital electronics, optoelectronics, remote sensing, robotics and automation, microwaves, radar, and power generation, transmission, and distribution are some examples.

Conclusion

Electrical engineering is the study, design, and application of equipment, devices, and systems that deal with electricity, electronics, and electromagnetism. Within this field and especially in the construction and industrial industries, an electrical engineer of best BTech college in Jaipur or electrical site engineer will be employed. Typically, these types of engineers will be tasked with designing, building, installing, and the maintenance of electrical systems and equipment. They work with all kinds of electrical systems, from small pocket devices to large supercomputers. An electrical site engineer can have many different roles and responsibilities in construction, whether they are working residential or commercial jobs. From preparing project specifications to creating test procedures, the experts are sharing the role of an electrical engineer and what they do within the construction industry.

Lastly, it is also the role of an electrician to ensure that electrical systems requiring more care and protection are safely encased inside quality access doors.

Source: Click here

[lizzziierp]

''Coming Home.'' Avilee Cavalli Backstory

1331 AE The road covered in gravel would crunch beneath her heeled shoes as she made her way towards the manor up in the hills of Kessex. Avilee was eager to get to her family's estate 'D'Oro Tenuta' but was fearful to be met with a hostile environment. After all she was a discovered Seperatist, banished from Kryta by the Shining Blade years ago. However that did not stop her, if her time in Elona had taught her something it was that family had become important to her so she continued to follow the path. She huffed as she got up the last of the stone steps decorated with golden swirls on the trims. ''Fuck sake these steps never fail to make me detest coming here.'' Avilee muttered to herself as she took a moment to catch her breath atop of the stairs. She lifted her head to look over towards what would have been the most beautifully decorated villa, known for it's riches. However her gaze was met with a bewildered unkempt state of a garden and what appeared to be an abanoned estate. ''What the..?'' Avilee frowned deeply as she peered over the scene and slowly started walking towards the front door, which appeared to be left open, or bashed in? She wasn't sure but one thing was for certain, something wasn't right. ''I've only been away for a few years and see what they've done to the place.'' She said to herself as she unsheathed her sword from its scabbard. She slowly pushed the door open further and it creaked loudly, as if it had been rusted in place for a while. She let out a loud sigh before stepping in hesistantly, after all she hadn't been welcome in Kryta for a while and had no way of knowing what stance her family had taken on her past endeavors.

The first thing she saw in the large foyer with a victorian goldencrested staircase leading up to the second floor was how dirty the place was. ''Surely they wouldn't have just left?'' She whispered slowly as she walked past the large mirror, now cracked and full of webs, above the hallway table. Leaves were scattered over the floor, blown in from the open door and Avilee made sure sure not to make too much noise as she walked past the staircase towards the main drawing room behind it. The vast drawing room decorated with red sofas and a glass table in the middle in front of the now empty hearth looked dusty and worn. She decided not to linger and moved on down the hallway, exploring every single room for signs of life but found no luck. Machiavelli's room was empty, so was Frederico's, Guiliana's and Stella's too and so on. This continued until she passed all the rooms on the main and first floor, even the servant quarters were empty and dusty. This was very unlike the family she knew. There was one room at the end of the hallway that she hadn't gone in to. The main study, the most important room of the house, besides the wine cellar of course.

As she entered the main study she saw a large amount of papers scattered around the floor and an empty crystal glass on the desk. She sheathed her sword and sat down in his chair and chuckled, she leaned back and put her feet on de desk before laughing to herself. ''Oh Gabriel, what have you done to the place?'' She said before spotting a letter on the desk but due to the window being open next to the desk it was rather weathered and hard to read. She moved her feet off the desk and attempted to read it, there were only a few words she could make out. ''Que- Jen-a, Cavalli Steel-thing comp-, Wh-te Mant-, Ea-K-ex Kurzi- filth. She couldn't make any sense of it but it was clear to her that her family, as usual, had been involved in something prior to the events that might have happened to cause the manor to be left in this state. She tried to open one of the drawers but it was slightly jammed, she rolled her eyes and sighed before giving it a hard enough tug to slightly move the wooden desk. The drawer gave way and opened, inside she found a letter with the Cavalli family crest on the wax. It had remained unopened and unadressed. She hesitated for a moment before ripping it open with slight force.

“Dear family,

We regrettably inform you of the passing of Lord Gabriel Cavalli. His passing was sudden but due to health complications. His funeral will be had at the Cavalli graveyard where he will be buried next to his wife and the rest of his kin.

Afterword a hearing of his will is to be had at the family estate and the succession of Federico Cavalli to head of the family.

Our condolences”

As she read the letter her golden brown eyes widened and a scowl would form on her face as a single tear streamed down it. She sat there silently in the study that once belonged to her uncle whom she'd always had in high regard before having a burst of anger take over. She threw everything of the desk and screamed before sitting down once more, wiping her dark brown hair out of her face and she'd sit there contemplating what to do next.

A few hours passed and the old grandfather clock in the hallway still chimed as another hour struck. Avilee, as if stuck in a trance, lifted her head and peered across the room with narrow puffy eyes. ''Fuck this shit.'' She said before standing up and leaving the study and walking across the hallway, stopping at the painting of Frederico in the hallway. ''What happened?'' She uttered almost breathlessly as she stood in front of his likeness with a cocky smile. She smirked and shook her head. ''I've always liked you the least, it's no surprise that the house is in this state I suppose.'' She added before continueing her way towards one of the spare bedrooms, one she'd frequently resided in in the past. ''Home sweet home.'' She let herself fall on the bed and the dust rose around her and she started coughing loudly. An annoyance came over her but was quickly followed by determination. She will find out what happened to them and she'd lap up this place. It would be costly but there was no way she could leave the place like this.

And so she left the estate on her way to earn some coin.

[choppeddefendorphilosopher]

Allah k Hukam Sure Mudassir me.

Ai Nabi Chadhar Odh Kar Sone Wale Utho Logo ko Allah ki Taraf Bulao.Aur Logo ko Allah k Azaab se Darao.

Apne Kapdhe Paak Rakho.

Ziyada milne ki Niyat se Kisi Par Ahesan mat Karo.

Qyamat ka Din Allah k Nafarmano Par Aasan nahi Hoga.

Makka k Dushman Quran ko Jadoo ki Kitaab Kahete the.Aur Kahete.Quran Allah ki Kitaab nahi insaan ki Likhi hui Kitaab hai.

Dozakh k Darwazo Par 19 Farishte Khadhe hain.

Quran Aadam ki Aulaad k liye Nasihat ki Kitaab hai.

Jis ko Jannat me Jana hai Wo Jannat me Jane ki Koshis Kare.

har insaan Allah k Paas Rahen hai.

Jannati Dozakhiyo se Puchenge.Kiya Wajhe se Tum Dozakh me Aa Gaye.Wo Kahenge.Hum Namaz nahi Padhte the.Ghareebo ko Khana nahi Khilate the.

Qyamat k Din Hone Wale Hisaab ki Fikar nahi Rakhte the.Aur Allah k Hukam nahi Mante the.

Log Quran k Ahekamat se Aisa Door Bhagte hain.Jaise Gadha.Shear ko Dekh Kar Bhagta hai.

har insaan Chahata hai.Wo Azaad Rahe.

Logo ko Qyamat k Din ka Khauf nahi.

Quran Sab k liye Nasihat ki Kitaab hai.

Allah Jise Chahata hai.Ose hi Quran ka ilm Deta hai.

Maaf Karna Allah ki Shaan hai.

Part 194

Sure Mudassir Mukamal

[educationtech]

Electrical engineering in the construction of new infrastructure - ACEIT

In general, the task of an electrical engineer is to design high-voltage equipment such as wiring systems, power distribution systems, generators, and lighting systems etc. Within the construction industry, however, an electrical engineer of top engineering colleges in Jaipur has many responsibilities especially when it comes to a construction site. In both residential and commercial buildings, while some elements like lighting fixtures and receptacles, or those with a function that requires it are exposed, most components of electrical installations are hidden from sight using access doors. However, electrical systems in building interiors are more evident in industrial settings where there are no drywalls or dropped ceilings to hide junction boxes, conduits, and other accessories.

At construction sites, it is the duty of electrical site engineers to direct and oversee electrical engineering projects at construction sites, resolve issues, and ensure that work is completed according to specifications. They also balance project management and engineering tasks that range from designing electrical plans to monitoring contractors. It is also the duty of electrical engineers to ensure that plans and work are completed in compliance with local and national electrical codes. The role of an electrical engineer in the construction industry are as follows:

1. Designing Electrical Systems

It is the duty of electrical engineers of best engineering colleges in Jaipur to design electrical systems for commercial, residential, and industrial construction projects. High-voltage systems for delivering power and low-voltage applications such as Ethernet and fiber-optic lines are also included. They also have to work closely with designers in order to determine how to effectively incorporate electrical elements, prepare blueprints, and to incorporate electrical elements.

2. Directing Electrical Contractors

Electrical engineers also have the role of directly overseeing and managing teams of electrical contractors and subcontractors. Moreover, they may direct daily activities, answer questions about power needs and electric codes, as well as guide workers throughout the construction process. Mant engineers also work on elements of construction projects themselves, collaborating with electricians and other contractors.

3. Resolving Electrical Issues

When it comes to issues related to electric systems or devices that arise during the construction project, it is also the duty of electrical engineers of top electrical engineering colleges in Jaipur to resolve such issues. When existing electrical plans and blueprints are no longer viable, or specifications may change requiring a different power configuration resulting from changes to a building’s design or practical concerns, electrical engineers should quickly revise plans to resolve issues and prevent delays.

4. Developing Cost Estimates

Electrical site engineers help develop cost estimates for both material and labor at the onset of the construction planning process. They also estimate manpower and timelines in order to give project managers the information needed for contractor bids and to ensure that the project stays within budget. They also analyze blueprints and site specifications to project the amount of wire, fixtures, and other required materials.

5. Managing Construction Schedules

Managing construction schedules related to electrical elements of job sites is also one of the duties of electrical engineers of engineering colleges Jaipur. They also have to work closely with both planners and utility providers to determine when project milestones will be completed to avoid delays, as well as maintain profitability. They also frequently determine schedules in collaboration with subcontractors in ensuring that electrical work is completed together with other elements of the project.

6. Conduct of System Testing

Throughout the construction process, electrical engineers also conduct tests of electrical systems. This also includes overseeing final inspections of the job and testing individual components or the whole system itself. They also have to check the contractors’ work to ensure that they adhere to local and national electrical codes, safe operation of all devices, and even accurate power delivery.

Other Roles Of Electrical Engineers In Infrastructure Development 

In the development industry an engineer would configure circuits and power convey gadgets to keep up with capacity to the end users. For instance, in a hospital setting, certain models exist for machines that need power and cannot bear the cost of interference. An illustration of this would be life support machines. A doctor would not want a patient to die because of power failure so electrical engineers would design configuration circuits, assess loads, and snare an emergency generator for instance to keep up with consistent power. 

As they solve issues or build new products or processes, they will most likely collaborate with other engineers. Because most new or revised items involve electrical engineering of best BTech colleges in Jaipur, they will be thinking about the most efficient designs for the next phone, a new satellite, a vehicle dashboard, a power strip, or even a better light bulb. Depending on your ability and interests, you can pursue a career in electrical engineering in one of numerous fields. Networks and electronic circuits, electromagnetic fields and waves, signal processing, microprocessors, communication and control systems, solid state electronics, electrical power systems, computer engineering, analogue and digital electronics, optoelectronics, remote sensing, robotics and automation, microwaves, radar, and power generation, transmission, and distribution are some examples. 

Conclusion 

Electrical engineering is the study, design, and application of equipment, devices, and systems that deal with electricity, electronics, and electromagnetism. Within this field and especially in the construction and industrial industries, an electrical engineer of best BTech electrical engineering colleges in Jaipur or electrical site engineer will be employed. Typically, these types of engineers will be tasked with designing, building, installing, and the maintenance of electrical systems and equipment. They work with all kinds of electrical systems, from small pocket devices to large supercomputers. An electrical site engineer can have many different roles and responsibilities in construction, whether they are working residential or commercial jobs. From preparing project specifications to creating test procedures, the experts are sharing the role of an electrical engineer and what they do within the construction industry. 

Lastly, it is also the role of an electrician to ensure that electrical systems requiring more care and protection are safely encased inside quality access doors.

[beowulf22121]

Ask yourself: how mant continents was the wheel invented on, completely separate from other inventors of it? The door? Pants?

Now: How likely is it someone else has told a story the same way you do?

Ran into a fascinating comment under a fic on ao3. Someone commented basically "I was the first to write this specific kind of soulmate AU, not that prompt blog, please credit me because I'm turning the idea into a book and copyrighting it."

On one hand I understand that it must be frustrating to have someone spread your idea without indicating that they didn't invent it themselves... On the other hand it feels a bit crass to comment what was basically "I am graciously not asking you to delete your fic, only asking for credit" under someone's fic.

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Also, what are the odds that they were really the first to think of it?

And even if they were, the odds that readers give a fuck are 0.