#fdsa

[juno-poodle]

I grossly underestimated the amount of course material that would be released in the first week of this FDSA class 💀

[directsellingnow]

Network Marketing Trainer of the Year - Mr. Shiv Arora

नेटवर्क मार्केटिंग इंडस्ट्री में प्रशिक्षण और नेतृत्व के क्षेत्र में अद्वितीय योगदान के लिए श्री शिव अरोड़ा जी को ‘Network Marketing Trainer of the Year 2025’ का प्रतिष्ठित पुरस्कार प्रदान किया गया। यह सम्मान राजधानी दिल्ली में आयोजित ‘नेटवर्क मार्केटिंग अवॉर्ड्स 2025’ समारोह में मुख्य अतिथि बॉलीवुड अभिनेत्री रिचा चड्ढा और फेडरेशन ऑफ डायरेक्ट सेलिंग एसोसिएशन (FDSA) के अध्यक्ष श्री ए. पी. रेड्डी…

[klavye-ekibi]

Paralel klavye ekibi 1 nisan şakası değil ama keşke olsaydı, aşırı uyumlu olurdu. Neyse yine de buraya biraz atıyom daha detaylı çizince detaylı anlatırım. Te wattpad zamanlarından kalma bir şey ve Fdsa Asdf'yi öldürmeye çalışıyordu.

[cthulhubrain]

playing with eye placement, shape, and overworking non watercolour paper.

my elder scrolls online arcanist has cursed me.

[rainbowbarnacle]

There, I took some better pictures of Rose. 8)

[bam-monsterhospital]

Deanna and FRIDA are my two new fav characters, up there with Dorian. I'm sorry, Laudna and Orym, I love you two and you're juuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuust slightly below top tier, but aaaaaaaaaaaa.

[klaeusmoved]

The prospect of torturing you was a good enough reason for me.

he's staring resentfully at it. of course it's katerina again.

[trashcanknight]

@betonrcd

"My good friend. I brought you a gift, that I hope will lift your spirits. I was recommended this by another." And from a bag he produces a book. When presented, it reveals to be...

A joke book.

"Perhaps your family who is taking care of you would enjoy them as well? There is nothing better for trying times than a sense of humor."

[prettyiwa]

"I would endeavor to hear it from your lips once more." "You would endeavor? Joshua, is your only concern hearing my love for you aloud? Have you—" She cannot finish her question for he has rushed forward, caressing her jaw with one hand while the other presses against the wall behind her. In a moment, his lips are on hers, hurried and urgent, desperate in his desire to be felt, heard. Whatever thoughts she had leave her, her hands quickly finding purchase on him. He pulls away, only so far as to rest his forehead against hers, reluctant to release her. "Forgive me," he whispers. "My heart was overcome—" "Another."

I am so, so over the moon with this commission. It's always a pleasure working with them & I highly, highly recommend checking out @mypillowpaper's commissions!

[kredenakrejn]

Silver the heghoge doodle..? For request 👀

Michael... I was JUST thinking about HIM today... Bruh... One of my homies just joined the Sonic fandom and they are hiperfixating on Shadow, they even have a plushie of him (they are fakin' cute for that) and I was thinking Hmmmmmmmmm who's my favorite Hedgehog tho..

It's Silver.. I love Shadow, but god look at Silver... (As you can see I could've decide which color pallete I liked more fdsa)

Here you can see I was teaking a break, eating cireal while beeing in a call with the same friend and their Shadow plushie that watches me draw Silver (For I promised to draw Shadow after Silver and they both wait, while also the friend does their project 🫶) (But I fakin' fell asleep qwp...)

[directsellingnow]

Most Influential Network Marketing Leader of the Year 2025 - Mr. Devendra Sharma

नेटवर्क मार्केटिंग इंडस्ट्री में नेतृत्व, दृष्टिकोण और परिणामों के अद्वितीय समन्वय के लिए Safe & Secure Online Marketing प्राइवेट लिमिटेड के श्री देवेंद्र शर्मा जी को ‘Most Influential Network Marketing Leader of the Year 2025’ के प्रतिष्ठित पुरस्कार से सम्मानित किया गया। यह सम्मान उन्हें राजधानी दिल्ली में आयोजित नेटवर्क मार्केटिंग अवॉर्ड्स 2025 के दौरान प्रदान किया गया। इस अवसर पर मुख्य अतिथि…

[millenniallust4death]

Shade is offering her footstep tracking webinar this Thursday on July 3, 20025. I love Shade's approach to teaching IGP tracking because she fills in a lot of gaps that other training methods skip over. IGP tracking is my favourite dog sport of all time!

Here's a link to the FDSA webinar page.

[cthulhubrain]

having cats is never being allowed to art without all the kitties being HEAVILY involved and HEAVILY present.

can't even take a heckin picture without my noodle-boyo puttin his paws all over the goshdang thing aaaaaaa.

[lvmimis]

hi mimi hi, how was your day? random question, I'm curious about how do you pick your men (or how they pick you, if you will 🤭)? like what qualities do they have that get to you, what moments are there that makes you go 'ohhhhh i'm so down bad' and stuff 💖

djfal;fdsa pls hiiii

i'm cheesy but like extreme kindness gets to me, empathy gets to me, determination gets to me, like i just love someone who takes being kind and altruistic to a ridiculous length because i sorta just strive to be that way? that and like especially people who like move both feet forward because there's nothing that's more me than thinking 20 moves ahead and having 10 backup plans before doing anything

i think shirking toxic masculinity in being comfortable with showing emotions because you're unwhoopable is so important to me??? and emotional intelligence just makes me sick (positive) to my stomach

that and also like being protective in general i have a huge thing about having a specific person or people they have a berserk button for! mainly probably because i've always felt like EYE have had to be the protector too often??

dfjakd;fas idk maybe i'm lame but that's just very much it for me at this point in time

[blueboyluca]

I bought Laura Waudby's Ring Confidence class on FDSA and there are some new things I could try with Marceline that I haven't done exactly yet:

Enter the ring and remove leash – reward

Enter the ring, remove leash and transition to the startline – reward

Enter the ring, remove leash, transition to the startline, lead out/slingshot – reward

Start with work moving AWAY from their reward

Putting leash on = reward

Basic ring entrance, leash up, walk out of the ring – reward

[direwombat]

For the AU asks, how about a role reversal AU for Jacob and Syb? One where Syb is the herald and Jacob is the deputy?

[SEND ME A PAIRNG + AN AU SETTING]

ahhhhh thank you kate!!!! fdsa;lf ok so. this got long, but considering anything under 5k is a "short" fic for me, it's fine. also writing evil syb is a lot of fun, so i just let it flow.

for context: in the role reversal au, i imagine that daddy la roux played a more significant role in syb and augustine's upbringing and as a result, syb ends up going to prison instead of going into the army. so when she becomes a herald (nicknamed the Warden) of augustine's cult, she takes over the Henbane with her base of operations being the Hope County Jail (which she calls "the kennels") where she trains loyal and obedient "dogs" to defend the cult.

word count: ~1.5k warnings: imprisonment and brief torture using an electric collar

Jacob was aware of the so-called Warden of the Henbane. 

He’d read her file front-to-back until he had it memorized when Whitehorse made the call to bring in Burke to arrest her brother. Born in New Orleans and raised in a dysfunctional home with an alcoholic father and sick mother, “troubled” is perhaps the kindest word to describe her childhood and adolescence. Her rap sheet was already a mile long by the time she dropped out of high school at age sixteen — after her mother died — and no one was surprised when she started busting kneecaps professionally. 

They were even less surprised when she killed her Daddy. If anything, those who knew her were more amazed that she hadn’t unloaded the entire clip into his torso. Just a single bullet, straight through the brain. His execution might have been merciful had she not shoved the barrel into his mouth first, breaking his teeth before pulling the trigger. “Daddy taught me there’s only one way to take care of a bad dog,” she’d stated on the record. “So, I put’im down.”

She hadn’t fought her case. Pled guilty, spent the next fifteen years at the Louisiana Correctional Institute for Women in St. Gabriel, and was eventually released on good behavior. By all accounts, she was a model inmate and repaid her debt to society. 

Or, at least she had, until she broke parole and fled to Montana with her cult leader brother. 

Everyone who’s come into contact with her makes her out to be some sort of monster. A boogeyman with sharp teeth and soulless eyes, stalking around on long, spindly legs with a cattle prod hanging off her belt. Unlike the other cult Heralds, people rarely speak of her outside of hushed whispers, as if fearful she may overhear. “She turns men into animals,” they say. “And then she trains them up like dogs.”

But Jacob assumes that, like most authoritarians, she’s less impressive in person. 

Every bone and muscle in his body aches as he slowly comes to consciousness. The attempt to arrest her brother had gone poorly, to say the least. Joseph would probably consider him surviving the impact of the helicopter crash a miracle. Jacob isn’t so sure he’d agree.

Even behind closed eyelids, the soft blanket of darkness gives way to blinding white light, and he lets out a low groan. The high pitched buzz of fluorescent lights sound overhead and he curls in on himself, instinctively protecting the soft, vulnerable flesh of his abdomen. His breath comes out rough and ragged. The taste of copper rests heavy on the back of his tongue. 

Back in Iraq, Miller had told him about how he’d spent three months as a POW before being rescued. The worst part wasn’t the torture, Miller had said. It was the isolation. With no way to measure time passing, all he had to hold on to the fraying threads of his sanity was focusing on his own breathing. “If I could breathe, then I was still alive. And if I was still alive, then I could hold on a little bit longer.”

So, Jacob takes a breath. 

And then he takes another. 

And another and another and another, focusing on the air — cold, dry, stagnant — filling his lungs until the pain melts away and the panicked thumping of his heart slows to match the steady rhythm of inhales and exhales. 

In, two, three, four — the soft clicks of a lighter’s flint struggling to spark sounds over the buzzing lights. 

Out, two, three, four — and the smell of cigarette smoke burns at his nose. 

Jacob stirs, cracking his eyes open and wincing at the bright white light bouncing off gray concrete walls. He blearily searches for the source of the smoke, his vision still soft and fuzzy. A figure, tall and thin, stands on the other side of his cell, and as the world slowly comes into focus, he’s met with a face he’d only ever seen in a mugshot. 

Sybille La Roux — The Warden herself — leans casually against the bars with a cigarette held loosely between two fingers. 

She’s older than she appears in her photo, and significantly more covered in ink. Various tattoos crawl up the pale skin of her toned arms and shoulders, and one of a fraying noose circles her neck, serving as a grim memento mori. Long gone is the mullet she once had — her dark hair cropped short instead, but the look in her eyes remains just as cold and remorseless. 

It’s a look he’s familiar with. One he’s seen in his fellow soldiers and one he sees every time he looks in the mirror. Like him, this woman is a killer, and she has no reservations about killing again. 

“Rise ‘n shine, princess,” she drawls. Tendrils of smoke coil out of her mouth, demon-like, as she speaks. Her lips curl into a cruel smile. “Sleep well?”

Jacob shifts, pushing himself up into a seated position. A chain jangles behind him as he moves, but he pays it no mind, sliding backwards until his back is pressed against the wall. He levels her with a stone-faced glare, jaw clenching, and even as the seconds drag on, he doesn’t dare break eye contact. 

Here, under her scrutinizing gaze, weakness is the one thing he can’t afford. 

She tuts with a click of her tongue and bends down to squat in front of the bars. “Aw, c’mon now, ain’t no need to be like that,” she says, taking another puff of her cigarette. When she exhales, she blows the smoke through the bars, into his cell. That taunting grin of hers never leaves, and she crooks the two fingers holding her cigarette beckoningly. “Here, boy.”

But Jacob makes no move to obey. He remains where he sits and narrows his eyes. 

She sighs, shoulders heaving in an exaggerated display of disappointment, as if she were a child upset that her favorite animal at the zoo wasn’t being interesting enough. Lifting the cigarette to her lips, she lets it dangle there for a moment while she shifts her weight to pull something from her pockets. Whatever it is, it’s small enough to fit in her palm without Jacob seeing it. 

And then pain — sharp, jolting, and electric — shoots through his veins. 

His jaw locks in place and he grinds his teeth together so hard he tastes blood. The skin around his neck burns. His muscles spasm, and he falls over onto the ground. His heart races, thumping against his ribcage with enough force that he thinks it might actually explode in his chest. A clipped scream slips out between his teeth and he writhes on the ground, limbs twitching in agony.

And just as suddenly as it started, it stops. 

He’s left panting on the ground, red-faced and drooling. Thick strings of spittle dampen his beard, dripping onto the floor below. Yet, despite the trembling of his limbs subsiding as the current leaves his body, the tightness in his chest remains. It isn’t until he can’t take it anymore that a hoarse, rasping cough forces its way from him, leaving him dry-heaving where he lay. His sweaty temple is pressed against the cool concrete, and slowly, his heartbeat slows and he regains his breath. 

When he opens his eyes with another groan, he finds La Roux regarding him dispassionately. “I said: c’mere,” she repeats, and this time, her tone leaves no room for disobedience. 

Jacob grunts when he lifts himself onto trembling hands and knees. Reluctantly, he obeys, crawling towards her on aching knees until the chain behind him pulls taught and the electric collar she’d just used to shock him digs into his windpipe. He stops just short of the bars, unable to reach through and grab her.

Her lips curl into a cruel smile. “Good boy,” she says and takes another drag. “S’pose I don’t gotta explain the humor of your situation, do I, Deputy Seed?” she asks, reaching through the bars so she can tap the ashes of her cigarette onto the ground in front of him.

The irony of an officer of the law being unlawfully held in his own jail by a convicted felon isn’t lost on him, but once again, he doesn’t answer.

Unconcerned by his refusal to respond, La Roux keeps talking. “Tell me — you ever think about what happens to the people you lock up?” She cocks her head menacingly to the side and her voice lowers. “Do y’know what happens when a person spends too long inside a cage?” 

“Why do I get the feeling you’ll show me,” he grits through clenched teeth.

He nearly flinches when she throws her head back to bark a laugh. When her gaze returns to him, her eyes are glimmering with malice. “You gonna give me reason to?” she asks. Once again, Jacob remains quiet, and she takes the moment to let her eyes rake over his body, sending a shiver crawling down his spine. She locks onto his old army dog tags, which dangle freely from his neck. Her smile widens. “Nah, y’already half broken in, ain’t’cha?” 

She rises to stand and looks down at him groveling before her like a dog. Taking a final drag, she lets the butt of her cigarette slip from her fingers and fall to the ground. Her heavy boot comes down and she grinds its glowing ember out with her heel. “Don’t worry. We’ll get’cha the rest of the way there. I’ll train ya up real good.”