#droplights

[plural-culture-is]

hi! i have a series of related questions about did systems (and other systems, in general).

what are endos? what does "endo" stand for? and why are some systems so against them? i keep trying to find information about it but have had no success.

feel free to answer this whenever you guys are available.

hope you all have a great rest of your day!

"endo" is short for "endogenic", which are systems that formed for reasons other than trauma

some people are against them because they believe it's impossible for a system to come into being without trauma, even though there's no definite scientific proof either way yet (as in, it's not fully proven that you have to have trauma to be a system, and not fully proven that endogenic systems can exist)

we're not going to go any further into explaining it because we don't want syscourse on this blog, but that's the basic gist

[crippleswag]

just wanted to say that im happy you are finally getting a replacement wheelchair! (you're the one that had their wheelchair irreparably broken, right? your name looks familiar to the help wanted post i reblogged a while back but i cant remember exactly and im terrible at navigating my own blog, lol.)

im hoping to get a wheelchair when i move out, and im excited for when i finally do. i can only imagine how excited you are to get a new one!!

hey!

i haven’t had a wheelchair at all! so you’re probably mixing me up with someone else :3 but yeah i’m really excited!

[quivviae]

you all wish

here's a random word generator--whatever word it gives you is now the thing you are the deity of

[autumnslance]

Amaurot in Actual Light

Someone else noted on Twitter that if you use crime tools to change the weather in Amaurot to one not natural for its undersea gloom, it more clearly shows the coloration of the buildings to be in a similar style of Elpis (Elpis is more red brick with pale stone accents, so actually opposite).

I gave it a go, using Maya Purple Cocoon Opale Colorful shader to brighten things a little, and then in post edit just adjusted contrast and fill light.

Another way to do it was in my normal gameplay mode, went into Gpose, cranked Manual Brightness and all 3 droplights to max; the colors are a little closer to natural but also a bit washed out.

If you run around Amaurot even in the normal gloom, the coloration of the buildings and streets matches, but there's a distinct green tinge to everything, and the more distant buildings look gray or black (and which tends to be how many players color their Amaurot-themed housing).

But like Elpis, actual Amaurot was a bright place, one whose memory we only see in the darkness of the Tempest, or in memories of its fall in the Final Days.

Ktisis Hyperboreia and Anagnorisis at noon on a clear day for comparison.

[stephensmithuk]

The Hound of the Baskervilles: Baskerville Hall

CW injury discussion, discussion of violent crime including torture, whaling and capital punishment:

There were three classes of travel on British railways at this point, althought second-class travel was on its way out:

Paddington station, designed by Isambard Kingdom Brunel and today and a Grade I listed building, still has a big platform where it is possible to see someone directly onto a train without going through a ticket barrier. This is Platform 1 with access to the taxi rank and Elizabeth line station. It is also home to the GWR warm memorial and Paddington Bear statue, with a shop dedicated to the ursine Peruvian immigrant in the retail area at the south-eastern side.

The Museum of the College of Surgeons is now called the Hunterian Museum and is located near Holborn tube station. Admission is free, but they recommend advanced booking. It is closed on Sundays and Mondays.

It would be rather harder on a modern train to conduct a conversation as the vehicle was pulling out due to the elimination of most rolling stock with "droplights" i.e. manually lowerable windows, usually so you could open the door. The High Speed Trains which had at their end doors, them were withdrawn in 2019, the surviving "Castle Class" examples had their doors replaced with sliding ones and the Mark 3 carriages used on the Night Rivieria sleeper service now have them set to automatic locking during train movement. This was due to an enthusiast who stuck his head out of a window on a train with similar provision, resulting in a fatal encounter with a signal gantry.

The route taken is today electrified as far as Bristol (to Cardiff in fact) and is operated by the Class 802 Intercity Express train, although these mostly divert off that route at Reading. These are bi-mode units, capable of running both off 25kV overhead wire and on their underfloor diesel engines, both at 125mph like their High Speed Train predecessors, although much of SW England does not allow them to go near that speed. The main difference between the similar Class 800 is that they have larger diesel tanks for extended operations away from the wires; Devon does not have electrified railways.

The IETs come in five-car (802/0) and nine-car (802/1) on GWR. Not sure of these are 800s or 802s, but you can see why they are dubbed "Cucumbers" by enthusiasts when they are not complaining about the seats, which are a bit hard.

Spaniels were originally bred to be "gun dogs" to flush out animals and retrieve the corpses for the hunter. There are a wide variety of breeds, including the smaller ones like the King Charles Spaniel, which mainly serve as companion or lap dogs.

Dartmoor is home to the Dartmoor Intrusion, a large section of granite bedrock formed around 300 million years ago. London is on a clay bedrock, which is much younger:

Granite quarrying was widely done on Dartmoor, including by prisoners doing hard labour sentences. Today, it is no longer done as the area is now a national park, but you can get reclaimed granite from the area.

Nearly every station bar the smallest one would have a resident stationmaster and porters; these days, staffing is a lot less common in many areas and the station building may see other uses.

A wagonette is a four-wheeled carriage with longitudinal seats i.e the passengers sit on the sides facing each other. They are common on the Channel Island of Sark, where cars are banned.

Cobs are large ponies used mainly for driving carts or recreational riding:

The UK does not have an equivalent of the Posse Comitatus Act that the United States does to restrict the use of the military for law enforcement. While the use of them to deal with riots largely ended with the creation of civilian police forces, they can be still called on for "Military Aid to the Civil Authorities".

Not counting their use in Northern Ireland as part of Operation Banner from 1969 to 2007. This typically involves things like:

Civil engineering after disasters, like repairing flood defences;

Search and rescue;

Bomb disposal, such as when someone finds a German bomb during construction work;

Counter-terrorism, which mainly consists of standing around possible targets with their rifles or in 2012, sticking short-range SAMs on tower block roofs to protect the Olympics and Paralympics from aerial attack. The SAS would famously be used to end a siege at the Iranian Embassy in 1980, but this sort of thing would now be done by armed police officers today.

Selden's commutation of his death sentence due to questions over his sanity wouldn't have been uncommon, 534 of the 988 death sentences handed down were commuted between 1868 and 1899. 1889 saw 15 executions, all for murder:

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HMP Dartmoor, on land leased from the Duchy from Cornwall, is located in a pretty remote location. It is six miles over open countryside before you reach the next town at Tavistock (which had two railway stations, both closed in the 1960s) and around ten before you'd reach Plymouth, with a further 4 1/2 before you could get to the coast. Also, you'd be doing this in a distinctive uniform with black arrows on, not exactly suited for the conditions.

This is not to say that people didn't try to escape and indeed succeed - 24 American POWs would do so during the prison's first incarnation.

It would be easier to do so when outside the prison on a work party rather than it, like Frank Mitchell, a gangster who in 1966 asked a guard if he could feed some ponies. He in fact walked to a nearby road, got into a waiting car driven by associates of the Kray twins and was driven to London. The escape (which involved soldiers in the manhunt) was a major political embarrassment, especially when Mitchell managed to get letters published in two newspapers asking for a parole date:

However, Mitchell becaming an increasing liability for the Krays; he then disappeared, generally believed to have killed and dumped at sea. They and an associate called Freddie Foreman, known as "Brown Bread [dead] Fred" for his ability to dispose of bodies, were tried for this murder and others at the Old Bailey; they were acquitted of this particular charge. Foreman admitted to the crime in 1996 and again in 2000; the CPS decided "double jeopardy" meant they could not bring new charges.

Because of its remoteness, Dartmoor ended up becoming a place for the worst of the worst in the British prison system. Mitchell, known as the "Mad Axeman". had a string of violent offences to his name, including an escape from Broadmoor that had seen him hold a married couple hostage with an an axe. He would not be the only London gangster of the period to spend time there:

It also held more "political prisoners", like Éamon de Valera. During the First World War, with other prisoners moved elsewhere, it became a Home Office Work Centre for conscientious objectors who agreed to do non-combatant work; the locks were removed, they could wear their own clothes and could even move around freely locally, although they were not very popular there.

The place was bleak too; no flushing toilets (so you had to spend each morning "slopping out", being cold and damp. Tampered-with porridge led to a riot in 1932:

A further riot in 1990 was part of a string of copycat riots in prisons following one at Strangeways in Manchester; D Wing was wrecked by fire and a prisoner was found dead in a burnt-out cell; this may have been an accident or murder.

In the aftermath, an inquiry was held by Lord Justic Woolf. A summary of the findings of the 600-page report can be found here:

Notably he recommended major improvements to Dartmoor if it was to continue operating.

In 2001, Dartmoor became a Category C prison for non-violent offenders, although concerns remained about its condition. Discussions about closure began in the 2010s with consideration being given to ending the lease and closing it down in 2023.

This did not happen, but other events are now looking like closing it anyway. Concerns over radon gas levels have now seen all the prisoners relocated as of time of writing; it may not reopen.

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Electric lighting was of course becoming more common. Candlepower was a measurement for the intensity of a light, 1 candlepower being defined as the light from a spermaceti candle. Spermaceti is a wax found in the heads of sperm whales; it was mistakenly thought that spermaceti was whale semen because it looked like that when fresh. This was a major reason they were hunted, like in Moby Dick - today they remain at "Vulnerable" status.

The SI (metric, basically) unit is called the candela - one candlepower is 0.981 candela. The lumen is another measure, used for lightbulbs.

A billiard-room is where one plays billiards. It was also acceptable to smoke there. Women played billiards too; Queen Victoria was a fan, but I am not sure of the etiquette on mixed games. Especially if evening dress was involved, it would be seen as saucy by today's standards and positively scandalous in 1889!

[gunbun]

i finished dawntrail and can now get by in gpose with only one droplight.

a good time was had by all

[deafsignifcantother]

duplicity

♥ summary: you're finally trying to escape the cabins where he holds his followers, but once the rain comes, he approaches you with the umbrella you forgot. there's nsfw sorry guys, but this is the type of fic where the reader changes her mind on consent and then they vibe together instead of having sex bc i ♥ relationships: !human vox x deaf woman reader ♥ word count: 4.6k ♥ notes: okay listen LMFAO I know we don't know if Vox killed people or not but let's pretend he did but scarcely, maybe people that aren't keen / trying to escape his cult + calling him victor because fuck you that's why, I like the name better than vincent. reader is also a little insane and delulu. Also I wrote this when i was high at 1am, also also i have not reread this so if this is ass then lmfaoo

Your backpack hurts your shoulders, but you tread on, cautious at every branch and leaf you might step on. First of all, even though you left around 3 AM, where most people are sleeping, somebody might be following you. Else, a murderous hunter wondering why you're in his parts of the woods. Your worst-case scenario is the sun rising before you can reach the city.

There must be a way from here to the city, a hidden path, perhaps a national park or a forgotten hiking trail. You can't recall. After all, you were part of a secretive 'organization'—the perfect place to be cut off from the outside world. It took you days to painstakingly draw a map that you stumbled upon in a book, hiding it under your bed, a secret treasure. You could barely contain your excitement for your plans to unfold. Still, the fear of being discovered by the 'organization' was always there, lurking in the shadows.

You stop looking back, staring at the distant lights, maybe miles away. Your sneakers hurt your feet, and your hands shake from the cold. A droplight on your head scares the light out of you. You place a hand up, and a small water drip falls—rain. You know you haven't brought an umbrella. It hadn't rained in weeks, even usually starting at night. Maybe it is God sending you a sign. Perhaps the cult is the place you belong.

And luckily, perhaps a symbol of peace, a hand touches your shoulder. The rain stops, your shoulders tense, and you slowly turn around, afraid of what's to come.

Victor has covered your body with the blue and black umbrella he gifted you months ago. With his other hand, he signs, fingers curving as he points.

"You forgot this."

In an instant, you remember your manners. He's the one who brought light into your days.

You give a shaky smile, trying not to convey your fear, the sense of danger growing.

"Thank you."

He smiles with an unmistakable twinkle in his eye. He leans on one foot, tightening his grip on the umbrella. "Of course, sweetheart. Let's head back; you know the rain will only worsen, right? The situation will, too."

Your eyes widen, and so does your strained smile. "I've been such a trouble, I'm sorry about that. When did you notice I was gone?"

He turns his body and starts walking back, knowing you'd follow. It's not as if you can outrun him. He doesn't look at you when he signs. He dodges your question.

"A real beauty like you should always have someone around, you know? Someone to make sure you're safe."

He only looks over to see your response.

"I don't know if that's possible." You shake your head and mimic his behavior, staring into the trees.

His charisma is unending.

"Only an idiot would say that."

You frown, finally managing to look at him. "I'm sure."

The grin he gives you is a masochistic; a million thoughts are rattling in his head. Your breath catches in your throat before you look away. As long as you're under the umbrella, you must accept being so close to him and having your signs constrained. Your eyes fixate on a knife's carving on one of the trees; you should have been able to remember it just by looking at it. That wasn't done by you. Your nerves concentrate on it, hand frozen halfway through the motion of starting another sentence.

His neck bends to look at your entire expression, his smile dropping and a smirk growing. When you turn back, you're almost nose-to-nose with him.

"Are you going to take that role?" If you play along, your punishment won't be as significant as you predict.

"I have been."

Your body warms up, not in excitement but in fear. His past remarks echo through your head. Hold my hand and trust. In this world, dependency is a part of your design. Welcome to my kingdom. Dependence on me will find you appreciating me above all else.

"Thank you, I appreciate your kindness."

He stops walking. You plant your feet before him, and the mud makes you sink into the Earth. "Do you have any clue of how much I cherish your presence?"

His breath is hot on your skin, and his eyes are locked on you.

You look around the forest, trying to look at anything other than him. "Enlight me."

His eyebrows furrow, and the calmness that falls over his face is deadly. He grabs your chin, moving it back before releasing you. "How about we go back home?"

It's a test; he's not even expecting you to fight. You'll inevitably be trapped here forever now. This situation has gotten far beyond any sense of appreciation.

"Is there any other option?"

"Honey, we are way past your chance of freedom."

Your hands become stiff, noticed by him. He knows you're at your most vulnerable right now, and that's how he likes it. His hand glides around your waist, turning you forward with him, continuing home. Home. That's the worst way to think about it.

"Okay," you give in. His hand remains wrapped around your waist.

The city's lights are replaced by the light of his cabin, the only light within the sanctuary. His hand slips away. "Don't worry. You can trust me. I could never hurt you."

Trust is that word he loves to throw around aimlessly. Nobody bats an eye, but he's never done anything to warrant your trust. You did not come here out of your own belief but rather to accompany a friend, ensuring they'd be safe. You didn't realize you'd never be able to leave.

You never respond. There's not an ounce of conversation while he continues to push you forward; the umbrella is the only thing keeping your bodies together.

Once the cabin gets close enough to the smell of wood and water overcomes you, your body starts shaking. He chuckles slightly, and you begin to realize the danger that you're in. The cold haze finally starts to melt your fingers.

"It's warm inside," he hints. "I can start the fire."

"Thank you for the offer-" Before you could even finish, he grabs onto your bicep softly, a threat.

"No, no, I insist. I'm afraid your place might not have the proper care."

"Okay." The cautious fly of the two letters makes him release you. The door is approaching, a sign of doom, a symbol of your defeat. He closes the umbrella.

Before stepping closer to it, his eyes glued to you. He's enjoying every moment of this.

"Relax a bit. I'm only trying to help."

"Of course," another simple sign, "I appreciate everything you've done for the community and for me."

He can't contain the immense excitement growing in his chest. He steps towards it, opening it quickly, gesturing with an open hand. You square your shoulders, attempting a confident look.

You're such an easy girl.

He hands the umbrella by the door, buttoning down his overcoat and peeling it off. You stare at him up and down before mimicking his actions. You glance around while he bends down in front of the fireplace. He has a double bed and bedside tables beside each side, far more decorated than your room. A deer head hangs across from his bed. The eyes of it have been removed.

The feeling of his hard footsteps captures your attention.

"Do you think it was destiny that I happened to find you out there? Fate must of been on our side."

You'd miss the sarcasm and teasing if you didn't know better.

"Destiny. What-What do you think the reason is?"

Like he did outside, he places a hand around your waist and leads you closer to the fireplace, a pillow placed in front of it for you to sit on. He doesn't respond, only helping you sit down while taking a seat on the wooden floor next to you. You tuck your knees into your chest. You've known him long, and he's never done anything predatory. You always had the sense that he had respect for women. But when you look up at him, you witness his sinister gaze.

He finally answers, sitting at an angle so you can see him, the fire lighting up his pointed features. "I've been gifted a beautiful lady, that's how I think of it."

"That sounds about right." Within the possible malice in his thoughts, you smile more casually. "You have a way with words, Victor."

"Oh, I know I do. I have to. I could never be able to lure a beautiful like you into my home without it."

"That's true," your hands develop a slight shake. Victor has been known for his off-putting remarks, especially towards people who gain a little bit of defiance. It's rare, but sometimes he'll kick people out, and they'll never be able to return. He has a dark sense of humor. Are you able to play on that? Would that help your situation? "Any other uncomfortable comments? You're good at keeping them going."

He lets out a laugh. There's nothing funnier to him than the shake of your hands that doesn't match your smile. Your willingness to let him walk all over you draws him closer to his final goal. He loves this little game the two of you are playing, and it shows on his face.

"Do you have a wife?" You ask, honestly trying to remember if you even knew the answer.

"Why? Are you thinking about spending the night?"

"No," you're breathless. "I don't know. Maybe. But you're not going to let me leave, are you?"

He just tilts his head. "I don't have a wife," he finally answers. Is he ignoring your question or responding to it? He doesn't let you get a single word in as he continues. "You trust me, don't you? Trust is the foundation to any companionship."

You sigh, looking away, thinking about a way to respond. Everything you've ever said to him and everything you've done reels through your mind. "It's too good to be true. But I know that your deepest, most constant need is for my trust. I will give you that, you've given me no reason as to not."

His expression turns quickly into a more casual one. "I always think back on that. You promised so much. You might be a bit special. Your energy is the only one the youth can maintain. I think you've noticed that not many people your age around you. Your personality is amusing. Do you think I'd be able to guess your favorite color, too?"

My favorite color? In your peripheral vision, you can see the room for what might seem like his favorite answer. Blue.

"Maybe. It's probably the first color people ever think about." You smile. "But it's a beautiful shade of marker."

"Marker? That's a clue. Let's see if I can figure it out. Is it red? That seems like it could be your favorite color. Or maybe even pink."

"Kinda close," it comes out more like a question. You lock eyes with him, your smile remaining with his smile towards you. He's gorgeous when his smile is genuine. "Think of the ranbow."

You are so willing to go along, which is precisely what he meant when he said youth.

"Oooh, rainbow?" The sign is beautiful when he does it. "If it's not red or pink, that leaves me with so many more options. What if it's yellow or orange? Or maybe even green?"

He must be fucking with you, you just know it. But it doesn't matter anymore. The casualness means the world to you.

"Nooo."

"Okay, alright. Will I know it's not green or yellow, and it's still not red or pink. That still leaves the possibility for white, purple, or blue. Or maybe... gold?"

The weight in your hands softens. "It's blue. My favorite color is blue."

"Blue? That's a common favorite color. You really like the ocean then. I can definitely see that with you. It fights your personality, unable to be contained."

He talks as if he's figured you all out. He's returned to his aggressive signing, reminding you of the figure he is in your life.

You bite the inside of your lip. "What's your favorite color? Is it blue? You're wearing a lot of blue."

"You're right! How kind of you to notice that I'm wearing blue tonight, it matches my eyes, don't you think?"

Giving into the silent command, you lean closer. "I never noticed that you have blue eyes. I wish I did."

His jaw tightens. His breath heavies, and he shifts to face you. "I'm surprised you haven't noticed them before." He pauses for a moment. "Do you like them?"

"I do." You pull away. "Black hair with blue eyes is like, everybody's type. You have the look of an actor, an actor in a romance or something."

The halt in your brain comes from nothing but the realization that you've noticed how attractive he really is, especially up closer.

"You should be writing romance novels. You seem rather imaginative. Or are you just trying to flirt with me?"

The laugh you give is beautiful. "We you ever into writing?"

"Writing stories was always one of my favorite hobbies as a kid. To be fair, they were never creative or exciting. But I always had a fascination with writing."

The way you pulled away early is knocked from your thoughts. You lean back in, making a notice of staring into his eyes. Are you pretending anymore? You smile to yourself. Trust. He's not going to hurt you, that much is (hopefully) evident.

The sense of relief that washes over you is contagious. You're not going to run, that's good. Saves a lot of trouble. And when your hand cups his cheek, his eyes widen, denying reality. This behavior has always been his dream. Of course, he's been flirted with, but all he does is smile and play along.

This isn't playing along.

Every inch of skin you touch gets colder with the temperature of your hands. This is tempting him beyond belief. But he's not the one who gives in to the urge. You press your lips against his. His eyes droop close, and your hands tremble with excitement at the sign of his vulnerability.

Time stops as the two of you linger in the touch. Your lips are warm, shockingly so, and he pulls you closer to savor it. The taste is absolutely thrilling.

The new and more passionate touch runs through his mind. This is such a different side of you, one that he provoked.

As he practically pulls you into his lap, his hand grips the back of your neck. Your knees press into the floor, but the pain isn't important now. Your hands fall to his thighs, propping yourself up. His reactions motivate you more; you want to continue surprising him. At this point, it almost feels like you're in control.

With the movement of his head, your lips go from his lips to his cheek, eventually kissing down his jaw to the start of his neck. For a second, you stop because of the movement of his collarbones when he breathes. It's human and lovable.

Victor can't believe this is happening right now.

By leaning back, you get another look at his flustered face. You stare at him like he's the most beautiful man you've ever seen.

He puts his hands between your bodies. "I think I really like this side of you."

Instead of quickly responding, you just move a hand to his chest and push him down. His hands fall to the side of his head, and his hair lies next to his face.

"I like this side of you, too."

He can't help but smile and caress your waist when your hips relax on top of him. "Is this the kind of side I should be expect from now on?"

You nod, placing a hand on his chest to feel each breath. Your other hand responds. "If you continue being a good boy, then yes."

One of his hands starts to slide up and down your sides, his fingers wrapping around to touch your back. Everything about how your body reacts to his touch is incredible.

"I guess I'll have to continue being a good boy if you give me more of... this."

His breath stops once your hand slides down from his belt; use it to move yourself up and down, causing sweet friction between them. There's a tremble in his hands. He's at a complete loss for words. Your touch is smooth and sensual. Every second of your movements drives him to the edge; he doesn't want this feeling to ever stop.

Your fingers undo his belt before you pull it out in one motion. You give him a small smile, tapping his jeans with your nails. "I'm going to need help pulling your pants down."

His hands grab yours, and he starts to tug his pants down to allow you more room to explore his body. Good boy. Your seating position changes to on top of his thighs, allowing more room to unbutton his pants and pull his zipper down. His heat radiates, decorating the lines of your palms. Once you got what you wanted, you trail your fingers up his bare thighs to his pulsating erection, moving as his muscles clench. It's not hard to get him out of his underwear. When you wrap your hand around his dick, you test its length compared to your fingers. You hum in satisfaction, pleasing him by gently stroking it. A man so powerful and filled with greed is gasping and panting at your touch. You can only imagine him still in his suit, covering his mouth with upturn brows as he'd look down at you, his hair would be disheveld and his cheeks would be pink.

Your eyes lock onto his for an incredibly long time, his face is so easily readable while yours is impossibly neutral, a seductive quid pro quo. His jaw clenches and unclenches with each moan like he's trying to swallow down his arousal.

When you put both hands on his stomach and ease off the teasing, all of the excitement and anticipation drives him back to reality. Your playful and innocent riposte throws him off and he can't help but grin, "Victor, what do you want?"

"Well... You're doing a good job with the teasing, which makes me want to..."

For a second, you have no words. You don't know where to put your hands, where to kiss him, or what to say. "You can do whatever you want."

There is a sudden shift in his demeanor, and he is no longer willing to surrender, and gives to his dominating nature. That’s where he prefers to be, in control of the situation. Now that you’ve given him the green light, he isn’t going to back down from the challenge. His eyes are filled with pure desire to provide you with what you need from him.

You move his hands aggressively and suddenly under your shirt to be on your chest; it’s the least you can do to get this on the roll.

“Thank you for all of this, sir." You give him puppy dog eyes. His breath hitches. His hands are almost shaking as he grabs your plumpened skin. Your cute little puppy dog eyes seem to have him completely distracted.

One of his hands removes itself, using it to sign. "Thank you for being so irresponsible."

You salute him with a small laugh; the threatening words are now a joke to you. You put both of your thighs to his hips, enjoying the feeling of your clothes crotch pressing against his bare one. His body moves as you grind yourself on him. Your laugh makes you sound as playful as your actions.

The thought of making love to you in front of a fireplace doesn't sound appealing to him. Sweat will literally drip off of his body. He wants to please you in a bed that makes you both comfortable. His smile is slightly strained as if he's battling the urge to rip your clothes off and force you onto his bed. However, the kiss you give him is too tempting to resist, so he kisses you back lovingly. He can stay here for as long as you want. The kiss was meant to be temporary, but now you're drawn in, keeping the kiss sweet. You like how loving he is; it’s fascinating, considering how threatening he was when he grabbed your waist and kept you under the umbrella. Now, he’s kissing you with a gentleness that only a man who supervises can possess. Every moment his tongue enters your mouth, you’re in a different world. The intensity of the kiss and the fact that it feels so genuine builds a certain intimacy. You feel like you’re falling deeper and deeper into his embrace, and all the feelings from before have gone away.

You slowly pull away from the kiss, and they both stare at each other in awe. “The other people will wake up soon,” you laugh and attempt to lift his pants and underwear back up. We should stop, especially since someone might… uhm, knock.”

His hand drops. A blush creeps up on his face when you mention that someone might have seen you. He shakes his head and sighs slightly. He still hasn’t entirely given up on being in control, and the fact that you pulled him from that is a tough pill for him to swallow. He straightens himself out and fixes his pants as best as possible. He then nods and helps you off of his lap.

You sit beside him, returning to the pillow. You glance between him and the fire. It's his job to say something else. His stone face reminds you of why you're in this situation in the first place.

He leans back slightly and speaks without looking your way. You’re only able to see his profile. “You good?”

His side profile is beautiful, as are the sharpness of his jaw and the arch in his nose. His eyebrow bone sits low, the most masculine thing about him. His body language makes him all the more attractive. The aura in the room makes it seem like she was never even on top of him and stroking him. “I’m okay.” You answer plainly. But then you put a thumb to your lip, humming to yourself. It’s hard to believe he’s sitting right next to you, eyes locked on you. You stare into the fire, still thinking about what it would feel like for him to touch your bare body. “When do you want me to leave?” Once again, your knees tuck into your chest, sore from the previous position.

He leans in your direction slightly so you can see his response.

“I haven't thought about that yet. I thought we could go back to your room so I have a look around.”

“I'd be fine with that,” but your blood still runs cold. “I’m still so shocked that you haven't done anything mean yet.” You glance over at him, your expression unreadable. “You were going to kill me, right?”

Your sudden response sends an instant tinge of regret from him. The last thing he wants to do is remind you that he has caught you trying to escape his grasp. In all honesty, Victor was planning on leaving you for dead in the woods, especially with the knife he was hiding in his coat pocket. But now that is clearly not going to happen. This night has been filled with so many twists and turns, and he doesn't know what comes next.

"That was the intention, yes."

You immediately go quiet; your heartbeat is so loud that it feels like he can hear it. You're internally screaming about how he immediately admitted it and also how you tamed the beast. She’s that beautiful to have made him change his mind.

You put your chin in your hand and stare ahead. He can tell that you're starting to get into your own thoughts and you seem to be thinking about things he doesn't want you thinking about right now.

"Hey?" He glances over at you and can sense the anxiety that flickers in your brows. He can't help but feel a sudden sense of guilt. He should have just kept his mouth shut.

You want to ask for more details. What would he do if you started annoying him? You close your eyes.

He feels slightly defeated as you sit quietly and in your own thoughts. This moment was going so well, and now he had just ruined it by opening his mouth. Now, he might have to kill you. He doesn't want to mess up the body of such a beautiful woman. He just hopes that you can get over your anxious thoughts quickly. He hates seeing you like this, especially when thinking about how he can keep you quiet. The silence between you two feels like it's been going on for ages. Every time he glances at you, he sees your eyes still closed. Part of him wants to ask you what’s wrong (stupid question), and the other part wants to stay silent. A third part of him also wants to keep this silence going and not ruin the moment for his murderous plan to succeed. However, at this moment, you are both so absorbed in your emotions and thoughts that the silence stays between the two of you.

But then you turn and smile. "But you didn't."

"I didn't." And I won't now.

You interlock your fingers with him as he pulls you in. The room lightens; the morning light starts peaking through the curtains. While looking towards the windows, you chuckle to yourself. You cuddle into his arms.

A strange girl you are. When your bodies make contact, a sense of relief comes over him. Your touch sends off a slight adrenaline rush. He pulls you even closer and buries his face into your hair. He lets out a deep breath when you hold him tighter. You notice how shaky his body is when you touch him, how timid he seems. You also feel a subtle increase in his heart rate when he leans in. You close your eyes, basking in the moment before the schedule comes and ruins everything.

Even though your eyes are closed, and you're relaxing in his arms, he can't help but wonder if you genuinely believe all the prayers he's conducted or if you're just trying to be nice to him. He needs you to see eye-to-eye with him; it's the ultimate test.

He can feel your breath flowing across his chest, sending a feeling of warmth through his body. He chuckles at your struggle with the suddenly overbearing heat. He sees how tired you are and gently pushes you away, raising to his feet. You're now in your most vulnerable position, looking at him with blurred eyes. He puts out the fire. Even in the dark, you are entirely safe. He sits down next to you, his arms wrapped tightly around you as if he were afraid of you escaping. He smiles softly as he closes his eyes.

[kunikame]

TWISTED WONDERLAND

NATSUME DROPLIGHT (ref. to sundrop flower from tangled)

ramshackle dorm leader, 1st year

dominant hand : right homeland : ? club : gargoyle studies club best subject : astrology hobbies : art pet peeves : grim talking in his sleep favorite food : macarons least favorite food : pumpkin soup talent : quick to pick up skills friends : 1st year gang, kalim al-asim, silver vanrouge, malleus draconia, cater diamond, ruggie bucchi neutral : vil schoenheit, rook hunt, floyd leech (she’s scared of them), trey clover, jamil viper, idia shroud, leona kingscholar

her favorite vest is yellow but she had to give up wearing it because she was mistaken as a savanaclaw resident. mostly wears greyscale clothes now (partly due to ramshackle aesthetic), but she puts red ribbons in her hair since heartslabyul is like her 3rd home.

has a new bandage like every other day. ramshackle is a health hazard (curse you crowley. fix the damn staircase already).

she's on relatively good terms with everyone important, except floyd. the moment she glimpses him in a crowd she's GONE with the wind.

HEARTDROPS !! ace trappola x natsume droplight

#HEARTSHACKLE for life!! (deuce is third wheeling.)

everyone knew it was gonna happen eventually, but nobody knows how exactly it did (natsume asked ace out with a corny pick up line and he doesn't want anyone to know it worked)

nothing really changed between them, except the small sprinkle of additional pda (hand holding ew!!!!! - ace). they still relentlessly bully each other cause it’s fun.

deep down though, ace sometimes worries whether his jabs hurt more than she shows (he’s aware he can be an asshole, but hurting her is the last thing he would ever want to do).

he’s also terrified of the day she gets the chance to leave twisted wonderland. he knows this is not her real home and that she probably misses her family and friends, but he likes to think he and their friends are also essentially like family to her now– he likes to think she belongs here, with him (he doesn’t know she has no plans to leave).

movie nights every saturday, and 1st year game nights on fridays

though natsume constantly complains about them getting her in trouble with crowley, she would not trade their stupid asses for anything in the world.

very common date activity is dancing in ramshackle to songs from her homeland, or stargazing on the roof (ace fell off one time and he has not let her live it down since).

rarely will you find one without the other being somewhere nearby. it's an eyesore. they are banned from most public spaces.

ace offers to be her human canvas out of boredom sometimes and thoroughly enjoys the feeling of the cold paints on his skin, though he will never admit it aloud. when she gives him a painting or sketch of him as a gift he puts it in a hidden box under his bed. he faithfully collects them all to look back on when they're older. he swears up and down every new one he gets is better than the last one. he just loves being her muse

BACKSTORY !!

back at her original world, natsume was a pretty normal kid growing up. divorced parents with shared custody, a couple friends, some after school clubs and niche interests. average teen life basically

on a lovely friday morning, she had a nasty argument with her mother, and her already sour mood at the prospect of having to go to her fathers house later soured even further. she had a surprise math exam and her friends kept throwing jabs at her throughout the day.

safe to say, she’s had enough. after school she immediately rushed home without saying bye to her friends.

she tried to rush home anyway, but then a medieval looking carriage hit her and some magic dark mirror spoke at her. she honestly thought she was dead, but, nope, somehow even worse. some crazy dimensional travel occured and she found herself in the magical land of twisted wonderland. booyah!

ace, deuce and grim being her first friends in this crazed dimension was truly a blessing. despite grim being a talking cat and the other 2 being complete idiots, they were still somehow the most normal beings she's had the fortune to meet.

and, somehow, somewhere along the way, she found her eyes lingering on ace a tad longer than they normally should. found herself thinking about him more than it was socially acceptable between friends.

what joy. if she were alice she could never return now, for love is the strongest magic of all, or however the saying goes. be as it may, she stopped planning her return home long ago. perhaps staying here wouldn't be too bad, after all.

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@droplight-studios no one was saying there isn’t an overlap - the middle section shows the overlap between all three, there just isn’t stuff that isn’t ALSO shared with adhd. The things you mentioned that are actually symptoms are in that section. That’s how Venn diagrams work! :)

As it was requested by @peculiaroptimism, I made a diagram showing the overlap between Autism, ADHD and PTSD. [I was so surprised to realise that PTSD and Autism don’t have any overlap that isn’t also shared with ADHD!]

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Horns | Magnoliac - Glitter Horns Earrings | beary - web earrings (Kawaii Project oct 18 - nov 12) Nails | [Celesticat] - Witch's Brew Nails (Kawaii Project oct 18 - nov 12) Chains | MICHAN - Karenina Chains (Fameshed oct 1 - oct 30) Top / Skirt | Ascendant - Milly Megapack (Tres Chic event oct 17 - nov 10) Lolipop | [ENAMOUR] - DEVIL LOLIPOP (Spookzilla hunt oct 20 - nov 3) Bat | SEmotion Libellune - Little Bat Companion (Kawaii Project oct 18 - nov 12)

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(I am so bad at playing this job but I keep trying anyway for glams & poses and maybe one day I'll even figure out how it works)

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Gear: Exclusive Eastern Journey Circlet (Store), Kokuko Dogi (PvP Genyo gear) dyed Dark Purple, Claws of the Beast dyed Turquoise Green, Makai Priestess's Skirt, Viera Sandals dyed Dark Purple, Scintillant Staff dyed Turquoise Green, some basic jewelry.

I'm noticing that some PvP gear pieces that I dislike, or am simply "eh" about, on my other ladies look really good on Iyna. I'm please this robe works for her; it looks like a stormcloud.

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VIN Number Decoding Designed for Classic Muscle New or used cars

One of the best pieces of tips I was at any time given in regards to getting a classic muscle car or truck was to invest in premium resource materials thus could crack a code on Automotive Identification Numbers (VIN) to make sure that I isn't getting scammed. https://cardecode.rs/

The ultimate way to find a high quality e-book is to find just what the experts are using. While using internet, you can kind a subject like Camaro restoration book inside the Amazon search proverbial box. You can also Google the application and follow that links, which will acquire you to various sites and websites. Chevrolet by the Numbers, simply by Alvin Colvin, is the foremost book I have possibly found for Chevrolet part numbers, Truck Identification Numbers (VIN), trim tags, and additionally model ID. This book is an effortless read, with chapters designated to the numerous components. Again, We used this process around my quest to purchase a good rare Camaro. Only just Google the car you need and follow this links. The best information will be obvious.

This is the list of objects you will want when decoding your vehicle.

Small flashlight, computer, resource or useful resource book, mechanics hand mirror, pen or pen, cordless or corded droplight, floor jack port and jack-stands, coveralls, rags, brass line brush, brake cleaning agent, yellow or vibrant grease pencil, photographic camera or camcorder.

In case you are continuing to read this post, I can only surmise that buying a timeless muscle car together with the proper numbers in addition to matching parts is essential to you! Good! It must be! If this is real, I will walk everyone through an example associated with decoding a car. This may give you an idea from what it takes to appropriately decode a car.

Anticipate to take your time. I additionally discovered a guaranteed way to determine exactly who your true pals are. Ask them to complement to help you decode an auto! Having an extra physical structure can sometimes cut your time and effort in half. I as well recommend finding an experienced or consultant onto your car, and buying one or two hours their time, particularly you are looking to purchase or perhaps a model classic auto. It's been my knowledge that an extra range of eyes can solely help the cause. I stumbled upon an expert through amongst my reference publications. Prior to me travelling to look at my present-day car, I put in about an hour discussing with him, along with making a list of issues I should be seeking. (Of course, if you'd like someone to handle the procedure from A to Z ., services are available. It is a great option in case you are buying the car out of remote. )

The procedure

Before I showed up the owner told me your vehicle was basically some sort of roller project, signifying the engine together with transmission were pulled from the car. The generator, transmission and other elements were placed in some pile where it may be easy to look at the results. The owner also reported it was a limited variant Camaro, yet they didn't have any kind of paperwork like an genuine order invoice, as well as a protect o food (a special alloy plate shaped similar to a credit card that is for warranty and restoration services). This type of documentation trail eliminates the necessity for further read me files. If you do not have such type of paperwork, then observe along. When I reached the location where the car has been stored, the first thing Used to do was to check your VIN number. Your VIN number is amongst the most important number for a car. If you do not discover how to decode a VIN on a particular Chevrolet, you will be unable to check other components or simply numbers. What is wonderful about the book will it be actually walks most people through the whole decoding process, including presenting the specific numbers site. As a sidebar, good resource book within your particular make and additionally model car definitely will outline the way to decode your car, including phone number locations and decoding info. On 1968 and 1969 Camaros, the VIN multitude is located on the top for the dash board, in the drivers side. The product range is visible through the auto glass. I wiped a dirt and take out of the VIN point, and copied that numbers into my own notebook.

VIN selection

I was able to verify that my automotive was originally your V8, it was a good 2 door activity coupe, made in 1969, assembled in Norwood Ohio, and it had been the 662, 8XXrd car built from that plant during that year.

Trim licence plate.

In 1969, all of Camaro trim labels were located in this engine compartment, riveted on the upper positioned hand corner within the firewall. I procured my rag in addition to cleaned all of the debris and gunk away from the trim tag. For the reason that numbers were not which clear, I recleaned the trim indicate, and removed other gunk. I utilized my flashlight so that you can illuminate the phone numbers, and then copied your numbers into this notebook. Some of the fit tag numbers harmonized with the VIN make numbers, which was a fantastic sign. The remaining figures indicated that your car body ended up being number 353, XXX to come down this particular plant's assembly tier. The interior was at first a standard black insides, and the car is built in the first 7-day period of June, 1969. The car was formerly painted dusk azure and it was prepared by a spoiler discount package and a chrome eliminate package. So far the whole thing was lining upward. The reason for all of this information is to illustrate how to confirm that what you think that you are buying is precisely what you are getting.

Previous to I move on, I must share how that is relevant. A wife and husband from my vehicle club went to consider a Chevelle. The automobile was advertised being a Super Sport. Within the inspection process, along with referencing the above guide, they uncovered various inconsistencies. According to the amounts, the car had traditionally started out as a basically Jane 6 pump car. The car has been now painted a unique color, had some other color interior as well as a different engine. You will get the picture. In the past, one (or more) of the previous proprietors modified the car together with tried to make this into a Super Sports activity. The point is it may didn't been done maliciously, but the car nonetheless did not start out to be a true Super Recreation. And having the Excellent Sport option needless to say raises the value in the car.

Engine passcode identification.

The program is stamped inside (2) places on the 69 Camaro. Is on the right facade engine pad. One another location is over the rough casting part on the rear with the engine, just higher than the oil clean. Again I easily wiped off the areas We described with foot brake cleaner sprayed using a rag. You need to have some sort of clean surface, and additionally normally brake solution will do the trick. The top engine pad results appeared to have been restamped at one time, maybe as soon as engine block had been decked (Decking inside of a machine process to test the flatness for the block deck designed for irregularities that result in compression and normal water leaks. ) A tricky part is normally reading the phone numbers on the area on top of the oil pool filter. I recommend a really vibrant light and a magnification glass. If that doesn't take action, then I suggest looking for little muriatic urate crystals an applying it on the numbers. This should help make the numbers understandable. The reason this amount is sometimes hard to be able to decipher is because such engines were palm stamped, and punched onto a difficult surface. According to the figures, I determined a engine was some 425 horsepower high end engine, with a 5 speed manual sign. The last numbers at the same time corresponded with the past numbers in my VIN, which meant this became the original engine to the car. The amounts told me the powerplant was assembled Summer 14, which chop down in line with the build wedding date. The engine filter part number which can be cast into the back of the block ended up being cleaned with a bad and brake clean as well. The prohibit part number showed ahigh performance hinder used for Camaros. One other piece of the challenge confirmed.

Rear axle identification.

The results on a Camaro rear end axle are placed on the top of the perfect axle tube. A experience has been this area is normally fairly crusty and rustic. And this rear axle was no exclusion. After considerable twine brushing, I easily wiped the area clean along with brake cleaner. Sleeping on my once again, I shone that light on the section, while holding your mirror. It always wasn't clear sufficient for me to read effectively. I then took a grease pencil, in addition to ran it with the numbers. The purpose of this grease pencil is usually to provide contrast while using metal of the axle tube. When I set the mirror spine over the area, I actually was rewarded by having a very sharp snapshot of the part phone numbers, which I copied towards my notebook. In line with the numbers, this raise axle assembly have a 4. 10: 1 gear rate, limited slip. That axle was built June 16, 1969. Are you seeing a good pattern starting to glimpse here? The axle numbers also mentioned the axle to get original to the car or truck based on the dates limitations referencing June 1969 build date. As i took the same tactic with the other parts.

Here i will discuss my findings. This cylinder heads, in your diet manifold, carburetor, along with transmission were the precise part numbers for ones car. However non-e of these parts ended up being date coded with the car. One of the brain was manufactured in 04 1968, the other scalp was manufactured in March of 1969. Your transmission was made Jan 24th 1969. The reason I know every one of those parts are not effectively date coded for the car is My partner and i decoded each one, by way of researching the section numbers, and night out codes. All of this tips is important, because not alone did it verify what exactly the owner had informed me, and it also showed that your other parts were good build date. Therefor providing further evidence of what We was looking at. In doing my investigating, I required pictures with a video camera of all of the parts together with part numbers, like best as i might. I spent around 30 minutes walking around the vehicle with a video camera and additionally editorializing what I actually was taking video clip of. I moreover took the directory things the Camaro expert had said about and tested them off one after the other. Later in the weeks time I called your Camaro expert in addition to shared my information. I reviewed every bit of my research, such as going over the individual thing numbers, and the "things to look for" list. By the end within the phone call, I is 99 percent great that this Camaro has been what it was becoming advertised as.

The past thing I did had been to have the car revealed and certified with a Certified Camaro appraiser.

GM also rubber stamped hidden VIN figures in (2) various places on the auto. The reason for the undetectable VIN numbers ended up being to add another help preventing and looking for a stolen automotive. Because it is fairly effortless remove and substitute out the VIN tag on the sprinkle, the hidden VIN's provided a back-up system of assess and balances. For instance , someone could possibly exchange out a VIN tag, but whenever they didn't know about a Hidden VIN amounts, a person in the find out could easily recognise the numbers not really matching up. As the car was picked up a roller task, it was easy to check out these hidden VIN's, against the VIN point on the dash. I needed the appraiser to be sure them personally, along with he confirmed that numbers as complementing and authentic. Basically the certificate authenticates the car. Many appraisers will also supply you with a written report on their findings. A nice thing on the subject of having a car authorized is this type of files is normally viewed as straightener clad documentation. This normally raises the significance of the car, a result of the authenticity certificate. And when you ever pay a visit to sell the car, right now you have documentation to deliver the seller that the vehicle is a real (Super Sport, Rally Activity, Z/28, etc . Anyone fill in the blank)

Some people may think about why would any person go through all of this get the job done.

However , keep in mind that some of these muscle cars can be 20 plus years of age and have gone through various owners and alterations. All of that history can be prior to it appearing restored back to shop original condition. Put simply, many parts tend to be bolt on together with interchangeable from additional models and different yrs. So just because this parts look ok, doesn't mean that these people even belong to the car. In the earlier example about the partners and the Chevelle, the automobile was priced being Super Sport, the trim tag as well as other numbers reflected a completely different story. Though the car was brilliantly restored, it was certainly nothing more than a changed 6 cylinder, put faitth on model Chevelle this someone converted to the site a V-8 sooner or later in it's everyday life. Don't get me incorrect, there is nothing wrong by using modifying a car to the individual owners flavor. The issue is when the car or truck is sold and the vendor forgets to mention (consciously or unconsciously) and additionally inform the new manager of the modifications. Much of our Chevelle couple might have gladly paid your asking price if the auto was a true Superb Sport. But, while they knew how to decode the car, they were in a position to save themselves too much effort, money and problems. At the time the distinction between a plain Her Chevelle and a actual Super Sport is over $10, 000. Just to throw a lot of numbers out there, you should be conservative in addition to say it takes 6 hours of study to decode your vehicle. Using our $10, 000 figure, of which equates to approximately $1, 600 an hour. Not just a bad return upon your time investment. Like muscle and typical cars have become very popular, I have seen quite a few cases where only for the fun today, an owner will quickly do research for the car he or she has access to.

Discovering your car isn't actually what you thought you bought can really knock a wind out of anyone. By investing handful of money, and time frame, in researching along with decoding your potential muscle car acquire you can sleep during the nighttime knowing that you acquired the value you bought. Anyone else interested in investment a couple of hours for reassurance when purchasing a traditional or muscle automotive???