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[spaceumbredoggos]

No. I meant for Trump to drop out of the race. Not Biden. Fuck fuck fuck. Trumps gonna win. I’m gonna die for being trans. I have to figure out how to leave the country unless we have another candidate. This is too late. America is going down in flames. I have a target on my back.

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[movedto-gemini-atz]

Yunho as your Boyfriend (Realistic + Astrology Based)

Contains NSFW, minors please use caution or dni!! I will put all NSFW headcanons under a cut if you're looking for more fluffy feelings in general and would like to avoid.

Background/Disclaimer: !!This is all my own interpretation based on my personal astrology knowledge and research. I consider myself an amateur!!

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Genre / Au / Trope : Smut, Imagines

Rating: 18+ / 21+ / MDNI

Warnings: mostly vanilla, c0ckwarm1ng mention, Yunho has a tights fet1sh??

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YUNHO SUN Aries MOON Gemini MERCURY Pisces VENUS Taurus MARS Scorpio

Yunho as your boyfriend feels like the personification of a hoodie just out of the dryer, just a big warm hug for you both physically and emotionally. He's unusually honest and he definitely asks you out first. Mercury in Pisces can be challenged by their ability to communicate their true thoughts, I can see him saying strange or awkward things in front of you the first few times you meet, but by the time he’s resolved to ask you out his Aries and Taurus can take over. He will be straightforward with his wants and needs and doesn’t appear nervous at all when asking you out. He just feels comfortable and easygoing to be around and a lot of that is stemming from his Moon in Gemini and that Venus in Taurus (literally so silly and fun, like the boy next door type). He can make you laugh endlessly, not in a way that he's TRYING to be funny, I think he just does things that he doesn't realize are so silly and cute, sometimes bordering on being funny because he’s being so awkward about something. If you guys drank together he'd probably turn into the aegyo machine just to make you laugh and cringe and then feel absolutely mortified the next day.

He craves physical contact from you as much as he can get, like the "I can't fall asleep unless at least my foot is touching you" type. When you're at a restaurant with a booth, he wants to sit in the same booth. When you've both just woken up in the morning and you're trying to brush your teeth in the mirror, he drapes himself over you, sleepily swaying and rubbing his face into the back of your head which would be super cute and sweet if he also didn't have one hand sneakily slipping up under your shirt. He doesn't think of himself as the jealous type, and you might not notice that he is either. Taurus Venus placements can be more chill that way but his Scorpio Mars has him possessive of you. It doesn't present itself as aggressively as it might in someone like San (Scorpio in Venus AND Mars oooo boy) but more like if you're at a party and he sees you talking to another guy he might come up behind you and wrap his arms fully around you, leaning down and planting a big kiss on the side of your neck before giving the other guy an innocent "What?" type look. Instead of directing his jealous energy at you or starting a fight, he simply physically shows everyone around that you're his. I think this works well with his Mercury in Pisces since articulating and getting their deeply felt emotions doesn’t often come across how they want; his natural ability to physically show you his affection means he won’t be insecure about whether or not you understand his love for you. But just because he has an easygoing nature, you shouldn't push him too hard in the jealousy department. He needs to feel that your care for him is equal. He's never careless with your feelings and these placements can be extremely wounded and not show it.

Yunho loves having matching keychains, shirts, pajamas, etc. with you. Taurans are all about good food and showing their love that way, you'd probably gain weight in no time because he wants to feed you CONSTANTLY. His instagram feed is just selfies of you guys trying out that new restaurant or cafe. Rather than going out on dates every weekend, he's more of a stay at home together guy; movie nights, two player games, just cuddling and making out energy. He isn't over the top with gifts/displays of love, it might seem like he isn't as passionate as others but the peace and comfort he can bring is so rewarding.

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Romantically and Sexually his Venus and Mars sign working together create a bit of a double identity, your friends might not even believe when you tell them what he's capable of in bed because they only see that goofy sweet side.

Oral. He loves it, both giving and receiving. He'd love eating you out to distract you from activities; You'd be in the kitchen trying to start dinner when you'd feel him behind you, burying his face in the crook of your neck and kissing your ear before whispering that he needs to taste you right now and if you let him the next thing you know he'd be dropping to his knees behind you, yanking down your shorts and panties and eating you from the back, just slurping and sucking and making plenty of noise like you were the best meal he’d ever had. In the morning you might find yourself woken up by him kissing your thighs and when he notices you awake, and he gives you those puppy eyes, seeking permission to just lay between your legs as long as he wants, lapping at your pussy. He’d move his head away when he feels you getting closer and closer to your orgasm and look up at you with the most innocent smile while you whimper his name pleadingly, As your peak fades he would dip his head back down to kiss your clit and by this time you’re so swollen and sensitive, the gentle pressure of his lips sends shocks of heat through your lower body before he starts back up again, dragging his tongue through your folds and groaning softly, his eyes closed in appreciation for your taste. By the time he’s ready to let you cum, one of your hands is already tangled in his hair, holding his face steady while you helplessly move your hips against him and he reaches up to clasp your other hand, his long fingers feeling cool and comforting against your feverish skin.

When it comes to sucking him off, he likes to see how long he can keep you down there. It's not even about cumming for him he just wants to watch you struggle to take all of him. There would be times you'd be in the mood and try to kiss him and sit on his lap while he's busy with a game only for him to give you a sympathetic smile and tell you "I'll take care of you once I'm done with this game baby." If you pout and try to walk away, he'd grab your hand and pull you back, leaning up to give you a kiss before flicking his eyes slowly down your body and telling you to "get under the desk". Twenty minutes later his cock has gone from soft to fully rock hard in your mouth and you've been warming him obediently under the desk for that long, moaning pitifully ever so often, your jaw starting to ache but your head and body feel floaty. No thoughts in your head, just a pliant hole for him. If you start to try sucking or moving on it he pushes your head back gently before returning it to his mouse. "Bad girl, not yet. Go ahead and play with yourself for me, I'm nearly done". Hearing the rustles of you slipping your hand into your soaking panties to touch yourself while trying to hold yourself back from sucking him nearly drives him over the edge but he's able to keep it together long enough to finish his game before taking his headset off slowly and slightly moving his chair back. He’d gently guide his cock from your mouth before slapping it heavily against your cheek a few times, sending little shivers down your spine at the weight of it. “What am I going to do with you?” He’d ask, tilting his head to the side with that boyish grin, petting the top of your head so gently while his other hand guides his cockhead to press against your lips , smearing his precum around and around. He’d be completely caught up in how swollen they were because of him.

As far as kinks or fetishes I am getting strong 'office lady' and socks/nylons guy from him. Black tights especially, he'd probably be buying a constant supply from how many he rips open to get to your pussy or how many get covered in his cum from him asking for you to use your feet on his cock while wearing them. Seeing you in a pencil skirt, tights and heels for a job interview would have him acting so crazy, by the time you walk back through the door it's on sight, he fucks you right there in the hallway, with your hands and face shoved up against the wall.

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This is my first Ateez imagine, it was a lot of fun and I haven’t written in a long time, I’ll work to keep improving! If you share some of Yunho s chart or know someone with his placements and agree (or disagree!) with some of the interpretations I’d love to hear about it, I’m always gathering data 🤣

[luvyeni]

⠀ ( drabble ) the nanny ̨ ! ୨୧ 一 김승민 ՞

⸃ ⸰ ⌁ fucking seungmin while his wife isn't home  ヾ

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request. can i req for a dilf seungmin smut? or cheating 🥺

「 ୨୧ authors note 」 dilf seungmin is just 🤤

you had no business being here; you were off on the weekends and even though you were a live-in nanny there were no kids to nanny run around after or feed. his wife? the poor woman was out of the house , she'd taken the kids over to their grandparents for the weekend… so unaware of what was taking place in her very bed.

“how long until your wife gets home?” he flipped you around, slapping your ass. “fuck!” you yelped , he pulled your panties down , bunching your skirt up. “shut up.” he growled behind you. “always running that mouth of yours , would've stuffed my cock down your throat to shut you up if your pussy wasn't begging for me.”

so maybe during the week you teased him when when his wife was home , touching his cock when her back was turned , eye fucking him while sitting at dinner with his family , your legs trailing up at his— and he couldn't do anything at the time , until now , the house was empty; just you two , he was free to do anything he wanted to you , including the things he knew his vanilla wife wouldn't do.

“you wanna fuck around when i can't get to you?” his belt was wrapped around your wrist. “fucking slut , you thought i would get you alone?” he gritted his teeth. “your wife being home didn't stop you before.” you moaned , wiggling your ass in front of him. “remember the laundry room?”

of course he did; holding his hand over your mouth while he plowed into you over the running washer machine , pushing his cock into your mouth right as the dryer was running; all while his wife and kids were sleeping in their respective rooms.

“slut , you couldn't wait , needed me to fill this slutty pussy up so bad.” you felt his cock prodding your hole. “just like now -fuck- always needing me to fill this cunt up.” you moaned as he pushed himself inside you. “please fuck me.” you moved against him , he groaned. “that's right.” he tightened the belt , pulling. “keep fucking yourself.”

he finally let your arms go , but that didn't stop his assault on your poor cunt; instead he pushed your face in the pillows , plowing into you. “fuck fuck fuck.” you screamed. “the neighbors are gonna hear how much of a slut you are for me , do i need to cover that mouth up.”

“ju-just love your cock sir.” you moaned. “yeah? fuck , gonna cum all over my cock?” he hissed. “cum , cum all over my cock so i can stuff you full.” he grunted , your legs shaking as you came , his hands gripped the headboard as he thrusted inside you , he let out a loud moan , signaling he was about to cum. “fuck.”

he groaned , both of you heavily breathing. “shit.” he pulled out of you , watching the cum leak out of you , slapping your ass. “turn around.” he said.

“we've got at least 2 hours until she comes home , m'gonna stuff my cock down your slutty throat , open up.”

©LUVYENI

[allfryam]

the office part 2

Jason was loving his new job. All of the people were great, he barely did any work, and he was never hungry. Speaking of hungry, it was lunchtime and him and Connor were going down to the food court. Jason ordered 3 double cheeseburgers, a large shake, a side of Mac and cheese, and some fries. “Do you want anything?” He asked Connor.

after gorging on enough food to feed a family of three, Jason leaned back in his chair, revealing a sliver of his smooth belly under his shirt. Jason had gained over 25 pounds in the first month working at the office. He had yet to notice because he was convinced he was still perfectly in shape. He tugged his shirt back over his belly and let out a big burp. “I think these shirts shrink after a bit.” He said. “Yeah. Same happened to mine.” Said Connor. “You should come over to my place later.” Connor said. He explained the new x-box game he just got to Jason. Jason wasn’t all that interested until Connor mentioned pizza. “I’ll be there at 6.”

arriving at Connor’s apartment, Jason noticed 6 large pizzas sitting on the counter. His mouth was already watering. They sat down to play the new game and dig into the pizzas. Connor had easily eaten the first pizza, but he was struggling on the second one. “Man I’m full”. He said. “Oh well. More for me” Jason quickly grabbed the box and grabbed two slices at a time, one in each hand, guzzling down the slices as fast as he could. He was like a machine. He didn’t even slow down until after he finished the third box. He hated wasting food so he kept eating but it wasn’t easy. He got another few slices in before he had to take a break. “Yo do you care if I take my shirt off? It’s kinda hot in here”. “Ya sure man”. Jason took off his skin tight shirt and revealed his tight stomach. It was round and soft and sat just on top of his belt. His chiseled pecs were growing softer too. They began to sag and get bigger they were almost all the way to his belly. He took off his belt and unbuttoned his tight pants. His growing gut surged forward with a groan. “Fuuuuucckk”. “That feels so much better”. He burped and grabbed another slice of pizza.

by the end of the night, there were still 5 or 6 slices of pizza left but both boys were stuffed. “Dude I think I can eat them but I need help”. Jason said. “help?” “ yeah. Just help me eat these.” “Ok.”

Connor grabbed a slice and walked over to Jason. Jason leaned back and closed his eyes. Connor shoved the slice into Jason’s mouth as far as he could. Jason mindlessly chewed and groaned as he ate. Connor continued the cycle until there was one slice left. Jason’s belly was taut and red. It looked like a balloon that was inflated too much. “Uuuugghhh” Jason moaned. But Connor didn’t stop. He stuffed the last piece into Jason’s mouth and forced him to chew. After what seemed like hours, Jason finally swallowed and finished the pizza. He had eaten four and a half LARGE pizzas all by himself. He promptly passed out on Connors couch with his stomach grumbling in pain.

A very similar routine would occur for the next month and Jason loved it. He got to steal some delicious donuts from the break room, have an enormous lunch with Connor and then go back to Connor’s place and play video games and eat some more takeout. Jason’s frame was quickly expanding, and he had no clue. He had started to notice a few changes however. He couldn’t fit into his work pants anymore so he would leave them unbuttoned and hire it under his shirt. He had gone through three sizes of shirts since he got the job, but he still believed his dryer was shrinking them. Jason had no idea he was over 50 pounds heavier than he was just a few months ago, and Connor liked it that way.

[dreamer-after-dark]

I could see Wally Darling being the kind to sneak into your room/house when you're away and steal your panties/underwear. You figure that maybe the washing machine is eating them at first until a pair you were wearing yesterday disappeared from the top of the pile.

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Side note, I have had my panties stolen before! Anyway, here you go ٭(•﹏•)٭

Part Two

Word count: 1,945

Wally is shameless.

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[Y/N]

It happened again.

[Julie]

What??

[Sally]

Panty thief struck again?

[Julie]

Twice in one week???

[Y/N]

It's not a thief! I refuse to believe it!

[Sally]

How many pairs does that make now? 12?

[Julie]

Close! 15!

[Y/N]

17

[Sally]

I fail to understand why this can't be the doing of a petty thief?

[Julie]

Y/N!

[Julie]

Y/N are you there?

[Julie]

Where did they go? :/

[Sally]

Alas, my darling Juliet! Tis I alone that remains here

[Wally]

Hello

[Sally]

Hi, Wally.

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Seventeen pairs of your best fitting panties have been lost, lost forever. Never to be found with the same elasticity or fit. You stared out into the empty street where the sun parted between leaves. You were too broke to afford replacing them and so you wandered this world commando when the pants offered enough coverage and comfort. Or even if it didn't you still had no choice should you plan around an inviting evening out.

With a huff you adjusted your basket against your hip, your unfolded clothes flopping a bit. The sunshower surprised you as it pelted against the non opening glass doors of the building's laundromat. After double checking the seats and dryer you headed for the opened door just off to the side. You entered a gray stairwell. Beneath the staircases was a collection of cleaning supplies, a yellow mop bucket, and a locked cabinet.

Your slippers echoed through the stairwell as you jogged up. The door to your floor was propped open with a rock. You used your free hand to open the door fully and slide the rock inside. You pushed it to the side with your foot not wanting anyone to trip over on it like you had. Your phone smacked your face leaving a nasty bruise under your eye. It still hurts to remember.

The door shut behind you with a rusty squeak. Your slippers slid lightly against the tiled floors until you made it to your apartment door. The handle gave way and you were thrilled to find it still open. Music boomed from somewhere within one of the rooms. The smell of weed wafted around mixing with the chilled air feeding in from the windows.

You inhaled deeply, shaking loose your worries. As you walked down your hallway you passed the open bathroom where giggling and hushed whispers could be heard. Julie and Sally were doing their makeup together, facetiming you assumed. Further was the kitchen where you heard the clinking of silverware against wood. The voices from the bathroom quieted.

Wally was stirring a cup of coffee when he spotted your annoyed expression, "Hello, Y/N. Are you alright?"

"Another pair off and vanished," you roll your eyes with a glance at your basket, "It's getting annoying."

"I can see how annoying that could get. Do you think they've all been stolen?"

"No! No. I'm sure it'll sort itself out. Have you got anymore coffee, Wally?"

Wally hands you the mug he was holding, "This one's yours, honeycrisp."

You thanked him as he turned away to prepare his own. His hair cascaded like waves down his back. The vibrant blue shining below the lights. Wally was amazing at coloring his hair. You turn away and head down the hallway where two doors faced each other. You entered the left one silently praying thanks to the great nothingness beyond for leaving it unlocked for you.

You placed your laundry on your bed. You would fold the clothes, but your keys needed to be found. You looked around your slightly cluttered room. The tapestry on your window was tied up letting in the sun. The smell of wet earth rose up as the rain thundered down. By the window was a desk. It was stained with paint and ink. On top was a journal, several colors of paint, and a large bottle of water. A mug with several drying paint brushes propped up within say atop the bookshelf.

Small plushies were scattered among the shelves and on the floor. Your bed was next to the wall by the door. The blanket was a pile on the floor next to the end of the bed. Larger plushies were squished from your tossing and turning. Pillows were crammed between the bed frame and wall. Eyes landing on your newly added laundry basket made you realize cleaning your entire room would help you find your missing keys.

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Hi, Sally.

Hi, Julie.

[Sally]

Wally, you wouldn't happen to know about the Boudoir Bandit?

[Wally]

No.

[Julie]

Maybe it's one of the other tenants!

[Sally]

Nefarious tenant!

[Y/N]

It has to be the machine

Can't be anything else

[Sally]

Perish the thought! The Panty Snatcher must be caught and brought to justice!

[Julie]

Perish the thought!

[Wally]

Perish the thought!

[Y/N]

Who could it be?

[Sally]

I see you've come around.

[Julie]

It could be anyone!

Any of us!!

How scary!!!

[Wally]

It could be anyone?

[Sally]

List of suspects:

Sally

Julie

Y/N

Poppy

Wally

Howdy

Barnaby

Home

[Y/N]

Me??

Why me??

[Julie]

It's a crazy world, Y/N!

We cannot rule out anyone!

Not even you

[Sally]

Julie is exactly right, darling Y/N! We simply cannot rule you out!

[Wally]

I would hate to see you go without, neighbor.

[Y/N]

Ok :/

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You smirked at the messages filling up your screen. Julie's energetic texts became shorter and you could imagine her hot pink nails tapping against the screen of her phone. Sally's text became increasingly verbose in response. Wally was lurking as he always did, chiming in here and there.

The phone slipped into your pocket as music filled the already tidied room. Your keys had been found while sweeping underneath your desk. Along with a few scrunchies and a button, your heavily outfitted keys were dragged out. With such a clunky set up you wondered how you ever lose it to begin with. Work keys, house keys, anime characters, pepper spray, and a stuffed animal. All of it designed to be eye-catching and hard to lose.

You flopped onto your bed opting for rest. Your ultimate goal had been completed and you were horribly drained. Your mind drifted back to the mounting loss of your panty collection. Solid color boxers, high waisted panties, boy shorts, thongs, sick day panties. All of it is gone! Sally was right to call it nefarious, but believing that you were being specifically targeted was a level of fear you wanted to avoid. You turned off your notifications for the next hour and returned to cleaning up.

Soon your room was clean, your clothes put away, and the bathroom was finally open. The glow of the full moon was bright and brilliant tonight. Leaving your desk you grabbed a change of clothes, sans panties, and a towel. You stripped down leaving all of your clothes inside the now empty basket. Stepping out you noticed the room across from you was quiet. There was a note taped to the door reading:

Out for the next three days! Rent is on the table!

Sally and Julie were heading out to New York for a concert. All the more to enjoy a long, luxurious shower. Wally was in the room down the opposite hall. His room was the only one on that side. He had the biggest room in the apartment for all of his art equipment. Aside from his bed you couldn't tell it was his bedroom. The last you had been inside it was filled with disturbing personal works. Each one felt delicate and haunting. Completely unlike his pleasant and sweet demeanor.

The music was still going though not as loud. It was mellow and dragging. You could hear the bubbling of his bong. The sound made your heart race. You quickly stepped into the bathroom. The thick glass ceiling above always excites you. It was such a crummy apartment, but it had its ups with this being one of them.

Julie's stickers covered the thick sides of her movable mirror. Her makeup bag was left open covered in eye shadow dust and glitter. A pack of eyelashes were left open on the top of the bag.

A little smudged message was left on the mirror written in red lipstick, reading:

You're beautiful, starshine!

Julie was a sweetheart. The rain had stopped, leaving a silence in the tall bathroom. With a turn of the faucet cold water rushed out from the shower head. The patter of water against ceramic filled the room. You stepped under the stream shivering as the droplets thudded against your skin.

Stepping out from the shower you dried yourself off and slipped into your change of clothes. You felt rejuvenated! As you stepped out of the bathroom, a voice called for you.

"Hi, Y/N. Would you like a snack?" Wally was standing in the kitchen with reddened eyes.

"What are you having?" You couldn't help but smile at the sight.

"A cut up apple. I couldn't think of anything better," he giggled, "I have a few extra?"

You accept the offered apples, "Thanks. I'm sure I forgot to eat with all the other things I also forgot."

"I'm sorry that's happening, it must be tough. Julie did say you were left without much to wear."

You groaned imagining Julie explaining things in detail as she usually would, "I'd rather not make it into a thing. It's just so weird to even consider what they're saying."

"I have a pack of unopened boxers. They may not fit perfectly, but they should help?" He smiled completely at ease.

"That's.. Ok. I couldn't accept that." As weird as it was to have your underwear stolen, Wally offering you some was even weirder.

"Oh, Ok. I'll hold it until you're ready." Wally walked off into his room leaving you in the kitchen.

You heaved a sigh as you leaned against the counter. The apple slices crunched as you bit into it. Each one refreshing and cold. You rinsed the plate in the sink and switched off the lights. You returned to your room, but stopped just short of the door.

It was cracked open. You were sure the door shut behind you when you stepped out. With a gentle push you opened the door further. When seeing nothing out of place you stepped in and shut the door behind you listening for that click of metal against wood. When you heard it you let go of the doorknob and hung up your towel to dry.

You looked around your room again looking over every little detail. The still tidy room was just as you left it. Plushies put away, paints organized, bed made, and the floor clean. Your eyes glanced over the basket on the floor and your heart skipped. Your head swiveled back as your eyes scanned it once more. Leaning down you picked at the shirt and pants shaking them out. A pair of socks fell from the pant leg, but nothing else. With dread it dawned on you. The panties you had worn not even an hour ago were missing.

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[Y/N]

Wally

[Wally]

Yes?

[Y/N]

Where are they?

[Wally]

Where is what?

[Y/N]

My panties

[Wally]

Stolen, I presume?

[Y/N]

By you

Where are they?

[Wally]

You're welcome to check my room, Y/N

Do you want to come in?

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You heard the music dip low in the furthest room. You heard the door click as the knob turned. Your heart pounded in your chest as you heard him chuckle from deep within his room.

[art-by-jas]

𝑈𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝐶𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 (AO3)

𝘋𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘚𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘺 𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘪 𝘑𝘳 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

Word Count: 5k

Rating: M

Summary: As the new addition to the Manhattan SVU, Detective Sonny Carisi found it challenging to fit in without causing a stir. He had a chance encounter with you while doing laundry late one night in the new apartment he moved into. The following day, after a long shift working a case, he happens to run into you again at the coffee shop where you work.

As the clock strikes midnight, the old laundry room in the apartment building is illuminated by the dim, flickering overhead lights. The air is thick with the scent of damp fabric and the rhythmic hum of the aging washing machines. 

 The sound of rain pounding against the glass can be heard through the small, grimy window. There is a sense of calm doing laundry at this hour.

 The door to the room creaks open, the sound barely registering in your consciousness as you sit hunched over your phone, thumb mindlessly scrolling through an endless feed. 

 “Hey, Ummm… I’m sorry to bother you, but do you have a few quarters? The machine decided to munch on mine! I just need a few for the dryer." A cheerful voice interrupted your dissociated episode of staring at your phone screen.

As you lift your gaze from the flickering screen, the unexpected sight of another person in the dimly lit room greets you.

"Yeah, sure," you say, reluctantly setting down your phone to retrieve a few quarters from your pocket. "Here you go," you say, passing the coins to the newcomer. "I have had that happen before; it is annoying as hell."

With a chuckle, the man reaches out his hand and accepts the quarters. "Thank you so much," he says, his warm smile brightening his face. An easy grace and a playful glint in his eyes gave him an endearing quality.

 He glances at the whirring machines, watching the damp clothes spin inside. "Doing laundry at this hour? Couldn't sleep?" He opens the washer, transfers the wet clothes to the dryer, and feeds quarters into the slot. His strong, steady fingers move with precision, confidently guiding the process.

"Yeah," you reply. "Insomnia's been keeping me company lately. You?"

The man echoes, "Same here," as he closes the panel on the machine and presses the start button. The machine instantly springs back to life, its hum resuming with renewed vigor. 

Turning back to you, the man's warm smile remains. "It’s my first day at a new location for my job soon," he explains, leaning against the machine.

"Sometimes I have late nights at the office, so my sleep schedule's all over the place."

"I noticed the room across from mine was being cleared out. Did you just move in? You don’t look familiar," you ask.

The man's soft, low chuckle sends a strange flutter through your chest. "Yeah, you caught me," he admits, smiling at you. "I just moved in last week, and I'm still unpacking, trying to figure out where to put everything." He pauses, meeting your gaze. "I'm Sonny, by the way."

"Nice to meet you, Sonny. Welcome to the building. I know it's not much, but it's a nice little spot to call home." You introduce yourself to him as you move to shake his outstretched hand.

Sonny tips his head in acknowledgment, his gaze holding yours for a moment. "Thanks; I appreciate it," he replies, his voice low and soft. "I've lived in worse places, so this is a definite upgrade." Sonny runs his hand through his silvery hair. He glances at the machines, then turns to you with a casual curiosity. "So, I take it you've been here for a while?" he asks.

You nod, "Yeah, a few years now." The realization you’ve lived here long enough to be considered a "long-term resident" is faintly disturbing. You run a hand through your hair, feeling slightly disheveled. "It's a fairly quiet building, for the most part."

Sonny’s voice took on a thoughtful tone. "That's good. I've lived in places where the noise was constant. You could never get a moment's peace. It was maddening, to say the least." He turns his gaze toward the window, his eyes taking in the faint glow of streetlights filtering through the rain.

"If you don't mind me asking, where did you live previously?" You inquire.

"I used to live in Queens," he replies, "but it didn't work out, and my job ended up transferring me here instead," Sonny speaks, his fingers tracing an idle pattern on the cool metal surface of the washing machines. "But it's not all bad," he adds, a hint of optimism resurfacing in his voice. "New places can be good. Fresh starts, you know? Sometimes we need those."

A moment of silent understanding passes between the both of you before he speaks again, a half-smile playing at the corners of his lips. "And hey, at least I’ve got neighbors like you to keep the company."

You manage a small chuckle, the compliment sending a subtle flush of warmth through you. 

Sonny's smile widens, his eyes holding yours for a moment. The silence returns, but it feels different this time—more comfortable, less isolating. The rhythmic hum of the machines continued to fill the room, like a shared heartbeat between two strangers in the night. The rain continues pattering softly against the window, creating an intimate atmosphere in the old laundry room.

The washing machine beeped, signaling that your laundry was finished and ready to be transferred to the dryer. He observes, watching as you transfer your wet clothes to the dryer. As you make small talk, time idles by while you wait for your clothes to finish.

"So," he finally says, "what do you do when you're not doing laundry at ungodly hours?"

The unexpected question momentarily catches you off guard, prompting you to pause and carefully formulate a response. "Well," you begin, a faint smile tugging at your lips. "When I'm not tackling the laundry, I'd like to think of myself as a fairly interesting person. I'm an avid reader, enjoy experimenting in the kitchen, and may or may not have been known to binge-watch an inordinate number of TV shows."

Sonny's smile reveals his rapt attention as he casually studies you, his eyes brimming with curiosity. "An avid reader, a connoisseur of the kitchen, and a TV aficionado," he muses, his voice laced with amused approval. "Quite the impressive trifecta you've assembled there."

Leaning in slightly, his eyes alight with curiosity, he asks, "So, what shows do you binge-watch? Because the answer will either make us friends for life or enemies for eternity.”

The playful challenge in his tone was unmistakable, and you can’t help but feel a flutter of excitement. "Hmm," you think about, pretending to ponder the question. "Well, I enjoy science fiction, thrillers, and the occasional drama. But if you must know..." You lean in. "My guilty pleasure is baking competition shows. There's something about the dough, sprinkled with the tears of defeated contestants, that really appeals to me."

Sonny's rich, hearty laughter echoed through the room. "Baking competition shows, huh? I enjoy those myself, but 'Cake Boss' is a bit much. I appreciate the artistry, but those cakes are just towering, frosting-laden monstrosities that make my teeth hurt. I'd much rather stick to perfecting my nonna's classic cannoli recipe."

You both exchange a knowing glance. "Ah, cannoli," I reply, my mouth nearly watering. "A classic Italian dessert. Do you come from a large, close-knit family that gathers for lively Sunday dinners?”

Sonny's broad, guilty smile confirms my suspicion. "I come from an Italian family, full of the loud, opinionated, and emotional dynamics you'd expect," he confesses. "And yes, our Sunday dinners are quite the spectacle—a lively blend of mouthwatering food, family gossip, and heated debates on everything from politics to the proper way to season a ragu."

Seeing Sonny's smile, you couldn't help but mirror it, the warmth and vibrancy of his family gatherings stirring a touch of envy within me. 

"It sounds like a lot of fun," you say. "I'm a bit envious. My family is more... subdued, I suppose—less colorful." You chuckle as you watch him, for it’s his turn to retrieve his clothes and begin folding them. A few minutes pass, and you follow his movements of folding your own.

"Shall we head back upstairs then?"

Sonny agrees with a nod. "Yeah, we should probably call it a night—or morning, rather." 

He passes your neatly folded clothes over to you, and his fingertips graze yours, sending a subtle shiver through you.

Your conversation flows effortlessly as you make your way back to your apartment. The dimly lit hallway cast a faint yellow glow, broken only by the soft patter of our footsteps and the occasional creak of the building's aged floorboards. Reaching your doors, you both pause. The silence between you grew comfortable, a lingering sense of familiarity and connection palpable. Sonny's gaze met yours, his eyes conveying a mix of reluctance and resignation.

“It was nice meeting you, Sonny,” you say with a smile.

Sonny's boyish smile returns, his warm gaze stirring an unexpected flutter in your chest. "Likewise," he replies, his pleasant, rumbling voice lingering in the air. "I'll catch ya around, alright? Have a good night."

“Night.”

He vanishes inside, the soft click of the door closing behind him echoing in the otherwise silent corridor.

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Rushing to the precinct, Sonny carries a coffee and takeout bag in one hand and his gym bag in the other, determined to be on time. Realizing the sergeant was not present, he saw no need to rush once he made it inside the bullpen. With a few minutes of free time, he decides to explore and familiarize himself with the layout. Several other detectives sit at their desks, filing paperwork as he looks around.

Two women's voices filtered into the bullpen. The first had dark hair flowing freely, slightly older than the other. The second woman's blonde hair was tied back, with a few stray bangs falling across her face.

As Sonny interrupts their conversation, he exclaims, "They shot at cops right outside the police station? So, they want us to know they're crazy."

"You must be my new detective," the brunette says.

Dominick Carisi, Jr. ” He introduces himself, "Call me Sonny. I brought Zeppoli," as he shakes their hand.

"I asked for an experienced, empathic detective, and they sent you," she says.

"I'm way experienced. Sensitive and moody, too, and I can do that whole empathy thing," he assures.

"Where are you from?" the blonde woman asks.

"Staten Island SVU for two months, Brooklyn for almost a month, and then Queens last week," he rattles on.

“So, they love you wherever you go, Carisi?" The brunette says he later finds out that this is his new boss, Sergeant Benson.

"Call me Sonny. I know I was supposed to start tomorrow, but I heard about the shooting over my scanner, so I came in. What's our read?"

Benson and the blonde, who introduced herself as Detective Amanda Rollins, brought him up to speed on the current case, explaining how it connected to a previous case from a few months ago involving Ellie Porter. Ellie had been the victim of human trafficking and gang-raped before being set on fire—a horrible crime. 

Sonny also learned that the young woman they arrested that morning while 'serving’ a john appears to be associated with the same crew. Benson teams up with Sonny to go pick up the girl and instructs Sonny to follow her lead, warning that failure to do so would result in him being sent to the SVU in the Bronx.

Sonny nods, his expression conveying understanding. "Understood, boss," he replies firmly and resolutely. "You have my word. I'll follow your lead."

Benson drives Sonny and herself to Luna Garcia's house. The peaceful journey was accompanied by a pleasant, cloudless day. Sonny savors the warm sunshine and gentle breeze as they drive. His mind wanders briefly, but he refocuses when Benson speaks up.

"So," Benson begins, "you've worked with the Special Victims Unit before; how was that?"

Sonny gazes out at the passing cityscape. As Benson inquires about his past SVU background, he shifts his attention to her, offering a faint smile. "It was intense, no doubt," he replies. "But also immensely rewarding. Dealing with victims of such heinous crimes is grueling work, yet being able to provide even a small measure of comfort and justice makes it all worthwhile."

His expression softens, his eyes reflecting a glimmer of empathy and understanding. The memory of those past experiences still weighs heavily on him. "It can take a toll, though. The trauma those victims endure... it stays with you, you know?"

A brief sigh crosses Sonny's face, the weight of his memories momentarily visible. After a contemplative pause, his gaze returns to Benson, his tone shifting to a more conversational manner. "My time with the SVU has taught me a lot," he remarks. "How to handle sensitive cases, how to approach victims and witnesses, you know the drill."

Benson's gaze flickers to Sonny before returning to the road. “You seem to have the right mindset and approach,” she observes, 'but I need to ensure you play by the rules,” she says, offering him a kind smile. The drive to the girl's house was filled with pleasant conversation as they got to know each other better.

After bringing Luna back to the precinct, the detectives interview her, showing her a photo of Ellie. At first, Luna was uncooperative, insisting she would rather go to jail than provide any information. Benson tried coaxing her with a gentle tone, but this approach went nowhere fast. 

Sonny then intervened, speaking to Luna in a manner he thought might appeal to her, before switching tactics and offering to help her obtain T-Nonimmigrant Status, but only if she helped and gave them a statement.

After Garcia's sudden change of heart, Serg pulled him to the side, outside of the interrogation room, and told him that what he had just done in there was not how they do things here in Manhattan. Sonny apologized and continued working Luna over.

As the day progresses, Sonny is introduced to his new colleagues, Odafin Tutola, and beat cop Nick Amaro, who originally was in the SVU but due to recent events was demoted. 

Together, they planned for Nick to go undercover as a dirty cop looking for a handout with the information he has and a raid for later that evening. Sonny rubs his tired eyes, surprised by the eventful nature of his first day on the job. He stops at a nearby coffee shop to refuel before the eventful night, while Nick prepares to pull over Joaquin Menendez and warn him of the impending raid, a gesture of good faith to maintain their cover.

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Sonny's fatigued senses were beckoned by the rich aroma of the corner coffee shop as he walked in the door. As he waits, his mind drifts—a mix of energizing adrenaline and overwhelming exhaustion swirls inside him.

Sonny's eyes widen in surprise as he recognizes you standing behind the counter.

“Hello, thanks for stopping by. What can I help- Sonny?” 

Surprise flickers across his face, his blue eyes widening as they meet yours. "Hey," he says, a smile spreading across his face. "I didn't expect to see you here." Joy stirs in his eyes, his exhaustion momentarily forgotten. He steps up to the counter, leaning against it lazily. A hint of weariness still clung to his features, but the sight of you brightened his mood considerably.

With a grin, you say, "What can I get for you? It's on the house."

Sonny's eyes widen in disbelief as he protests, "You can't be serious." A grin tugs at the corners of his lips as he shakes his head. "I can't let you do that. Let me pay."

Chuckling at the memory, you reply, "Nonsense, it's not every day you bond over doing laundry at midnight."

He laughs, Alright, alright," he concedes, "if you insist."

Sonny's eyes scan the menu, weighing his options. "I'll have a strong espresso," he declares. "Caffeine is all I've had today."

You frown. "That's it? Sonny, let me get you something from the bake rack. You can't survive on just coffee."

He chuckles faintly at your concern. "Alright," he surrenders again, a sheepish grin on his face. There's something about squabbling with you that feels oddly familiar, comfortable even. "Surprise me, then."

 Sonny waits for his drink and glances around the cozy coffee shop. The walls are adorned with eclectic artwork, and soft music plays in the background, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere. Leaning against the counter, Sonny's gaze occasionally flits to you moving efficiently behind the bar. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the lingering scent of sugar and pastries filled the air. After a few minutes, you place a steaming espresso and a blueberry muffin on the counter. 

Sonny smiles appreciatively as he sips the rich, robust espresso, then bites into the warm, fluffy blueberry muffin. He moans. "This is exactly what I needed," he says, savoring the perfect balance of bitterness from the dark roast and sweetness from the muffin. He settles into a chair near the counter, continuing to sip and nibble on his delightful breakfast.

The espresso's caffeine gradually revives Sonny as he leans back. Every so often, you'd enter the lobby with a rag to clean the tables and restock the napkins, making sure to chat with him whenever you could between helping other customers. As he watches you navigate the coffee shop, skillfully attending to other customers, Sonny couldn't help but admire the seamless way you worked. 

However, he also noticed the subtle signs of tiredness in your eyes; he could empathize. Despite your exhaustion, you continue serving customers with a genuine smile. Sonny's admiration for you grew, not just because of your coffee-making skills but also for your resilience and warm personality.

Sonny gathers his belongings; his thoughts linger on his enjoyable coffee break. He makes his way to the counter.

"Hey," he begins, his voice slightly rough from the potent espresso. "I have to get back, but I just wanted to thank you again for the coffee and muffin. You didn't have to do that."

You dismiss his concern with a casual wave of your hand. "It's no big deal," you say with a warm smile. "I know you've had a long day, and I'm not letting you leave without something in your stomach besides caffeine."

Sonny chuckles softly, knowing that arguing with you is futile. He rubs the back of his neck, still marveling at your kindness. “I owe you one, you know?"

"I'll keep that in mind," you reply with a mischievous grin. 

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During a nighttime raid, the SVU team discovers several undocumented girls as well as a 14-year-old named Missy Brooks. They also apprehend Joaquin, but Detective Tutola allows him to leave after he mentions Amaro's name, to make him think the whole Amaro undercover story was real.

At the precinct, Rollins notices Missy's cell phone background is a photo of an infant. She tells Missy that the police raided a house in May and found children inside. Rollins then asks Missy where her baby is. 

Meanwhile, the TARU team examines the phones of the trafficked girls and discovers they all have the QuickRide app installed. However, Missy remains tight-lipped and refuses to provide any information.

As dawn approaches, Sergeant Benson instructs Sonny to go home and rest for the night, assuring him that the team has the situation under control. She promises to call Sonny once they gather more information and leads.

Sonny nods, visibly tired after a long day and an intense raid. Although he wanted to stay and help the case along, he knew Benson was right. He needed rest if he was going to be of any use.

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Sonny trudges into his small apartment, shuts the door behind him, and leans against it for a moment, letting out a long, weary sigh. The quiet embrace of his apartment envelopes him, and the realization that he was finally alone after such a hectic day washes over him with a sense of relief.

The apartment fell into a peaceful hush, save for the whisper of Sonny's gentle breaths. Occasional murmurs from the air conditioner and distant city noises punctuated the silence. Sonny finally surrenders to a well-deserved sleep.

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When it rains, it bleeds. In Attica, Little Tino was viciously stabbed by three fellow prisoners and required emergency surgery, narrowly escaping death. 

Meanwhile, in the Bellevue prison ward, someone fatally injects a lethal dose into Diego's neck. 

Across town in Queens, Missy and a client are discovered shot to death inside a car. 

Concerned for her son Noah's safety, Detective Benson calls his nanny Lucy, only to learn she has taken him to the DeWitt Clinton Playground. Suddenly, Benson hears the chilling sound of gunfire over the phone. Racing to the playground, she finds that, mercifully, no one has been harmed. 

At the precinct, the squad regroups, and Sonny is introduced to Rafael Barba, an eccentric Assistant District Attorney. Benson then proposes a plan for Nick to meet with Joaquin again, leading to the arrest of both Nick and Menendez.

Time ticks by, and the squad tirelessly works to piece together the complex puzzle. Sonny can feel the exhaustion of the relentless investigation gnawing at his mind. He glances at the clock on the wall, surprised to realize hours had passed. Rising from his chair, he stretches his limbs, his muscles protesting the prolonged sitting.

Benson and Fin visited a now conscious Tino at the hospital, where they ran into his mother, who told them so information to further the investigation to arrange a meeting with a woman named Carmen on Craigslist to locate Selena.

In the seedy hotel room, Sonny prepares to play his part, pretending to be a disgruntled "John" seeking a rougher, more aggressive sex worker. As the knock on the door signals her arrival, Sonny puts on his creepy charm, complimenting the woman and touching her hair, though he feels conflicted about the situation. When she offers only a massage, Sonny becomes aggressive, prompting the woman to flee to the bathroom and call Selena. Moments later, Selena and her driver arrive and confront Sonny at gunpoint. However, Detectives Fin and Rollins intervene and apprehend Selena and her driver.

After escorting the group back to the precinct, the two detectives left Sonny to take a few minutes for himself. Needing time to refocus and regain his composure, Sonny stepped outside the motel and sat down, taking a deep breath to calm his nerves. Knowing a visit to his favorite coffee shop would lift his spirits, Sonny soon headed that way, eager for the comfort of a familiar routine.

The familiar and comforting scent of freshly brewed coffee fills his senses. He notices you behind the counter, your smile effortlessly radiant as you greet him.

Taking a deep breath, he approaches the counter, his nerves and the events of the day already making him tense.

He returns your smile, attempting to appear composed despite the nervous energy coursing through him. "Hey," he began, his voice slightly strained. Sonny made his way into the shop, the familiar and comforting scent of freshly brewed coffee filling his senses. He notices you behind the counter; your smile is effortlessly radiant as you greet him.

"Hey there, can I get a repeat of yesterday?" Sonny steps closer.

"Of course, coming right up," you say with a grin.

Sonny leans against the counter, his eyes on you as you pour the black coffee into the cup. 

You place the cup and this time a banana muffin in front of him. Sonny couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort. "Thanks," he says, his voice slightly rough. "You don't know how much I needed this today."

He accepts the cup and muffin, his fingers subtly touching yours for a brief moment, sending a jolt through him. The contact felt natural but also electrifying as if his body was hyper-aware of your touch.

He glances up from his cup and muffin, his eyes flickering over to the counter and you. The thought of asking for your number comes to him. He goes to the same chair next to the counter and begins to eat and sip.

After cashing out a customer, he notices you approaching him and takes a seat on the opposite side of his table. 

"Hey," Sonny replies, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He studies you, noticing the little details he hadn't observed before—the subtle sparkle in your eyes.

"I hope I'm not interrupting your lunch," you say, your voice casually light. "But I wanted to check in on how you're doing. You look tired."

Sonny chuckles softly, surprised by your observation. "I am tired," he admits. "It's been a long day." The weariness has settled into his eyes, and his slumped shoulders probably betray his exhaustion. He takes another sip of his coffee. "But I appreciate you checking on me," he adds, his eyes meeting yours.

"How did your first day go? You mentioned in the laundry room that it was coming up soon." You ask.

"It was..." Sonny starts. Where to even begin summing up the events of the two days he’s had? It had been a whirlwind of chaos and danger. He takes a moment to collect his thoughts, then replies. "It was intense, to say the least. Long hours, lots of work,” Sonny smiled slightly, touched that you remembered their brief conversation from a few days ago. 

You let out a lighthearted laugh as you remarked, "Well, that's not at all mysterious and cryptic."

Sonny chuckles at your remark, feeling the tension in his shoulders lighten a little. "Can't give away all the secrets," he replies, his voice just slightly teasing.

Sonny appreciated that you didn't pry further, even if he could see the curiosity and maybe a bit of concern in your gaze. It was refreshing to be with someone who respected his boundaries and understood not to press for details. He takes another sip of his coffee, the conversation settling into a comfortable rhythm between you two.

"How was your day?" he asks, genuinely interested to hear about your life and experiences. Alone with you in the quiet coffee shop, he hoped to continue the conversation, savoring the chance to linger in your company.

“A customer ordered a drink with sparkling water. I handed it to her, but she immediately frowned and asked if it contained sparkling water. I reminded her that the menu clearly listed the ingredients. Ugh, it frustrates me when people don't read.” Your cheeks redden as you realize you are ranting. "Sorry," you say.

Sonny's exhaustion was momentarily forgotten as a soft smile tugged at his lips. Listening to your little story, he finds himself amused by your rant. He could see the frustration in your expression and the way your cheeks flushed just a bit. It was endearing.

"No apologies necessary," he says, his voice gentle. "I get it. Some people just can't be bothered to pay attention, even when it's spelled out right in front of them." He chuckles softly, enjoying the glimpse into your world. He wonders how many other little annoyances you deal with on a daily basis. He finds himself wanting to know more about your life—the things that made you laugh, the things that made you angry. And he couldn't help but realize that he found your rants quite charming.

"Besides the sparkling water incident," he teases, "was the rest of your day uneventful?" He leans back in his chair, his eyes fixed on you, enjoying the lighthearted moment amidst the day's chaos.

"Yeah, it's pretty dead today, which I'm thankful for; last week we were so swamped."

"Well, here's to a quiet day then," Sonny replies, his tone earnest. He takes another sip of his coffee, his eyes still lingering on you. He was grateful for the brief reprieve the calm atmosphere of the coffee shop provided—a chance to reset before diving back into the chaos of his day.

He glances at his watch, realizing he should probably get back to the precinct soon. But the thought of leaving the quiet comfort of the coffee shop and the easy conversation with you made him hesitate for a moment. He wants more time to talk to you and to know more about you. Taking a deep breath, he pushed his chair back, signaling he was getting ready to leave.

"Hey, Sonny..." You begin calling out to him before he leaves. "Can I have your number?"

Sonny stops in his tracks, his heart skipping a beat at your unexpected question. He turns back to you, surprised but pleasantly so.

"Uh...yeah, sure. I'd like that," he replies, a genuine smile spreading across his face. He quickly grabs a nearby napkin from the counter and fishes a pen out of his pocket. Writing his number onto the napkin, he can't help but feel a mix of nervousness and excitement. Handing the napkin over to you, he watches you closely.

"I'll text you later; you go save the city." You giggle as you hold onto the napkin.

Sonny can't help but smile at your words. There's something about the way you say it—so casual yet sincere—that makes his heart skip a beat. Your carefree attitude is a refreshing contrast to the seriousness of his job.

"And you save me a coffee for tomorrow," he replies with a wink before heading out the door.

He can't help but feel a little lighter than he did before—a subtle boost of energy and anticipation. He knows he has an exhausting day ahead of him, but the knowledge that he'll see you and talk to you again soon makes the idea of returning to work much more bearable. 

Sonny enters the precinct, and the familiar sights and sounds immediately bring him back to reality. He put on his game face. He makes his way towards the squad room; a small smile still lingering on his lips, evidence that the thought of you had brought a glimmer of joy to his day.

Chapter 2

[ancientevangelions]

Save me, Ancient Evangelions! I have been thinking really hard about which aesthetics Shinji and Asuka would use to decorate their homes. Do you have any ideas?

This is what their house looks like in my fics: Asuka and Shinji buy a modest-sized house. Their bedroom has a nice plush Western-style bed, which Asuka likes to style with decorative pillows in reds and blues. Shinji is more minimalistic, but he loves Asuka to be spoiled. Asuka has a large closet full of clothing, and Shinji keeps his modest collection of outfits in a dresser.

They have an oversized couch for snuggling and watching TV, and Asuka has a few gaming systems. They have a nice coffee table where they keep some photo albums and several photos of their favourite trips and moments together around the house. Shinji has a well-stocked cleaning closet and a few tools to help fix the house and help his neighbours.

They have a shared office with a lovely desk, a laptop, and lots of beautiful stationery and pens.

Asuka loves to put up photos of nature, landscape paintings, birds, etc. Shinji has a small shrine devoted to their ancestors; Asuka and Shinji pray together, lighting incense and offerings to honour them. They have a few houseplants. Asuka buys them, but Shinji learns all about them and cares for them. Shinji also feeds the neighbourhood stray cats, and one of them may live in the house full-time now.

They have a nice Japanese kitchen and a small dining table. They sit down daily to eat dinner as a couple and often invite friends over. The furniture is often wooden, well-built, and beautiful.

They have a washing machine and dryer between their bathroom and the toilet (they are separated by doors). Shinji likes to hang the washing on the line outside. He has very old-fashioned tastes, preferring antiques and other lovely and well-made items over sleek and modern items. Asuka likes beautiful things and sometimes imports German decor. She loves her Cuckco clock especially. I think that covers the main points <3 Hope you enjoy it!

[petitelepus]

FOX’S WEDDING, PART 5

KITSUNE!RENGUKO KYOJURO X FEM!READER

Summary: You have a deep conversation with Senjuro when teaching him to use the washing machine and dryer and one with Kyojuro on your jog together. Wonder happens and you ask something important from Kyojuro.

Warnings: None

A/N: Female Reader, Kitsune Kyojuro, Kitsune Senjuro, Kitsune Rengoku, Monster Musume!AU

PART 1 II PART 2 II PART 3 II PART 4 II PART 5 II PART 6 II PART 7 II PART 8 II PART 9 II PART 10 II PART 11 II PART 12 II PART 13 II PART 14 II PART 15 II PART 16 II PART 17 II PART 18 II PART 19

It had been almost two and half weeks since you moved into your new home with the Rengoku brothers who happened to be Kitsunes, legendary nine-tailed foxes. They came from a traditional Japanese household, but they were getting a hang of the modern world really quickly.

You had to get some new furniture and stuff like curtains, new bedsheets, tables for everyone's rooms, chairs, and bookshelves that the Kitsunes started to slowly fill with things they acquired in the modern world. You? You filled your shelves and such with your books, comics, manga, figurines, and anything geeky or quirky that you had.

As you lived together, you learned to coexist together. Once the brothers had settled in comfortably, Kyojuro and Senjuro started doing their own things.

For example, Kyojuro started to go out jogging each morning after breakfast and Senjuro started to eagerly read books and comics or manga, no matter what kind. You often offered him your collection to explore, but you made sure to hide your naughtier books.

Since you didn't have a proper job, or well, any kind of job, it was up to you to keep the house clean, feed the brothers, and keep them company.

It was after breakfast and Kyojuro was out on his morning jog and you hummed as you went to collect the dirty clothes from the brothers' own rooms. You had bought them both their own laundry baskets and they filled them with dirty clothes as requested so the rest of the rooms would stay clean.

Though, you quickly noticed that the foxes kept their living spaces very clean. For example, they always made sure to make their beds after they woke up and they made sure to throw everything they didn't need or any trash they had into garbage can so you could collect them and get rid of them properly.

It was up to you to do basic cleaning like vacuuming, washing floors, and doing laundry, but you didn't mind. Maybe you were just adopting the role of housewife better than you thought?

You sang quietly under your breath as you made your way downstairs to the utility room, but as you were about to fill the washing machine, someone cleared their throat behind you.

You were startled, yes, but not so badly that you would have jumped out of your skin. You turned and saw Senjuro looking at you.

"Oh, hi Senjuro." You smiled, "Can I help you with something?"

"Yes, you can actually." He nodded as he walked next to you and looked at the washing machine, "You promised to teach me how to use these machines. Do you think you can do that now?"

"Of course!" You nodded happily and showed the younger Kitsune how to properly measure the detergent and fabric softener and how to pick the right washing program for different clothes.

"Would you like to try to set it up yourself?" You asked and Senjuro nodded uncertainly, but you continued, "Don't worry, even if something doesn't go right, right away it's not the end of the world. We learn as we do."

The young man nodded and you watched how he measured the right amount of the cleaning chemicals and set the program right. Senjuro swallowed as he pressed the START button and the machine whirred to life.

"I did it...! I actually did it!" The smile that rose to his face could have lit the whole house. You bit your lip, wanting to call him cute, but you held your tongue. Instead, you gave him the thumbs up and grinned, "Perfect, I knew you could do it!"

"Now I can help you with the housework!" He turned to look at you and while you were happy for him, you were also now very confused.

"What- why, I mean, don't I clean well enough?" You asked and Senjuro looked started and quickly shook his head, "N- no, you clean so well, but I just want to be useful somehow!"

"But you don't need to, you're so young and-!"

"Please...? It's all I'm good for..." He looked at you with those big beautiful eyes of his and you almost gave in, but you picked up his words and you sensed that there was more below the surface than you knew.

"Okay, hold on, let's go talk about this over a cup of tea." You said and Senjuro nodded. The two of you went to the kitchen and you quickly made some green tea for the two of you. You doubted that it was as good as Senjuro would make, but it was what it was.

Once you had your cups, you sat on the kitchen table and looked at the young man, "You do know that your brother loves you and I care for you also?"

"I know..." He nodded as he stared at his cup of tea. You frowned, "So... What did you mean when you said that it's all you are good for?"

"I mean... Ever since I was born I have been weak. I'm not strong like my parents or brother." He lifted his gaze from the tea and looked at you sadly.

"I don't have what it takes to become the head of the Rengoku family. Father knows it, mother too, brother also, and me included. All I can do is care for people I love and care about." He admitted and you felt your heart shatter in your chest as you saw the broken expression on Senjuro's face.

"Your brother loves you just as you are." You said and smiled, "I love you as you are. You are like a little brother I never had."

"I know..." Despite the sadness, he must have gotten at least a little happier because after hearing your words he smiled at you, "I love you too, big sis and I just want you and my brother to be happy."

Okay, you hadn't talked much, but what you talked about was obviously a sensitive topic, and you couldn't control yourself anymore. You got up from your seat, and walked around the table, much to Senjuro's confusion until you wrapped your arms around him and hugged him lovingly.

"You are so precious, honestly, you are too pure for this world Senjuro..." You murmured as you gently squeezed him in your arms.

"Thank you..." Senjuro closed his eyes as he hugged you back, "I know you will make my brother so happy."

"Okay, we gotta stop before I start crying with all these feelings!" You cried out and Senjuro chuckled as the two of you pulled apart from the hug.

"Can I be honest?" You asked as you pulled yourself a seat and the young fox nodded, "Of course."

"I know I should marry your brother... But I'm a little scared, honestly." You admitted and blushed, "He is handsome and kind no matter what, I'm not used to being around someone so genuine."

"Brother has always been open about his feelings." Senjuro nodded, "But what are you afraid of?"

"I don't know..." You shrugged, "Maybe he realizes that I'm not the perfect woman that he deserves?"

"You have been nothing but kind and supportive towards us. You took us in even if we were strangers and you have helped us and taught us how to live in the modern world."

"Yes, but most of the thank you belongs to you two. If your brother hadn't chosen me as his bride, I would still be homeless..."

"So, are you afraid that brother would kick you out if he didn't love you more?" Senjuro frowned a little, "He isn't like that."

"I know, I know he isn't like that... I just..." You sighed, "We have been living together almost a month and I haven't done anything to get closer to him, other than making sure that you guys have clean clothes, food, and a tidy house."

"Why don't you join big brother on his morning jogs?" Senjuro suggested.

"I don't want to bother him..." You weren't lying, but you weren't telling the whole truth either. The young fox smiled, "I think he would love it!"

"You think so?" You looked at him and he nodded happily, "I'm absolutely sure."

"Well... Maybe I will do that then!"

"Do what?"

You and Senjuro whipped your heads up and saw Kyojuro standing by the doorway in his red tracksuit. You cleared your throat and looked at your fiance, "I was thinking if you would like some company during your morning jogs? I mean, if you're okay then I could come with you?"

"I would love that!" Kyojuro absolutely beamed in joy and you smiled at the sight of the happy Kitsune. Senjuro smiled as well, "Then, I will prepare breakfast tomorrow morning so you two can sleep a little longer."

"You don't need to do that, I can easily wake up and-!"

"Please?" The young boy looked at you with those pretty eyes of his and you gave in, in a second. "Okay, but you better go to sleep early today then."

"I will!" Senjuro absolutely beamed in joy and you couldn't help but to smile at the sight of two happy Kitsunes, your lukewarm tea long forgotten.

The next morning, you slept a little later and when you woke up you made sure to put on something light for your jog with Kyojuro. When you got downstairs, Senjuro had prepared enough breakfast for all three of you. It was delicious, toast, eggs, and cereal.

You ate your fill and not too much because you wanted to be able to jog without a stomach ache. You and Kyojuro told Senjuro that you would be back soon before you stepped outside.

"Okay, how do we start?" You asked and Kyojuro smiled, "We start with light stretching! It's a good way to get muscles warmed up and it prevents injuries from happening! It should take only 5 minutes!"

"Alright, I'll follow your example." You nodded and the fox grinned as he showed you some basic stretches. Not even 5 minutes had passed and your legs were already aching a little. Should you have been worried?

"Good! Now that we are all warmed up, we can start!" Kyojuro said and you winched, "Okay, but I have to warn you, I'm in really bad shape."

"It can't be that bad!" He laughed and you shook your head, "You haven't seen me run."

"It's a good thing then that we are only jogging!" He smiled, "Let's go!"

And you went. You jogged together a couple of blocks until you made it to this lovely park. Summer was truly a beautiful time, everything was so green and alive... And hot. You were jogging right by Kyojuro's side, but you could tell he was slowing down so you could keep up with him. Finally, you couldn't go on any further.

"Break...!" You whined between breaths, "Need a break...!"

"There is a bench over there, we can sit and rest there!" Kyojuro pointed forwards and you forced yourself to last until you made it to the bench. Once you made it there, you collapsed.

"I'm dying...!" You gasped for air like a fish out of the water while Kyojuro had barely broken a sweat.

"Would you like something to drink?" He asked and you nodded, "Y- yes please..."

Suddenly you felt something cool press against your heated cheek and you opened your eyes to see the man holding a cold bottle of water against your cheek.

"How did you-?"

"I never go far without some water!" He nodded and you accepted the bottle and took a long sip. God, water had never tasted that good. Once you had your fill, you pulled the bottle away from your mouth and gasped for air before looking at your fiance, "Thank you Kyojuro. I think you really saved my life just now."

"You're welcome!" He smiled, "Would you like to rest for a moment?"

"Yes please....!" You absolutely and shamelessly begged. As you tried to get your breathing even, Kyojuro sat next to you and looked at you. You blinked and glanced at him and saw him smiling at you. You frowned, "What, is there something on my face?"

"No, I was just admiring how beautiful you look!" He exclaimed without any shame and you blushed, but you were so hot that you doubted that he could tell.

"You... You charmer...!" You panted for a moment until breathing was effortless for you again. Kyojuro smiled, "How do you feel? Do you want to continue?"

"Can we rest a little more?" You asked and he nodded happily as he made himself comfortable by your side. A minute passed before he looked at you, "I couldn't help but overhear you and Senjuro talking yesterday."

"Ah, sorry!" You yelped and he looked at you, amused, "Why are you apologizing?"

"I- I don't know, it's an old habit." You replied and Kyojuro grinned as he gently grasped your hand and squeezed it in a comforting manner.

"You have nothing to apologize for." He said and you smiled, feeling happy that he seemed to accept that little bad habit of yours, "How much did you hear of us?"

"Enough," He said as he looked aside and stared into space.

"I know Senjuro feels bad for not being strong like me and that he feels like he has let us, me and our parents, down..." Kyojuro looked at you and you were taken aback by how serious he looked despite smiling, "But Senjuro doesn't realize just how strong he really is! He is far stronger than he thinks he is!"

"He is the kindest and sweetest boy I know." You smiled and Kyojuro nodded, "His kindness is his strength and weakness and I won't let anyone use it against him."

"I would never-!"

"I know," Kyojuro smiled at you and you were taken aback by the caring look in his beautiful eyes, "My beloved, words can't begin to describe how happy I am that you, my bride, treat my precious little brother like he was your own brother."

"You heard that too?" You asked and once he nodded you blushed, "Well... I meant every word. Senjuro is very dear to me..."

"I know," He smiled and the two of you looked ahead in comfortable silence. You watched other humans and demihumans pass you by, enjoying the late Summer weather.

"Speaking of brothers..." You murmured suddenly and your fiance looked at you curiously, "Hm?"

"I never told you about my family." You said and looked at Kyojuro, "When we met, you told me so much about yourself and your and Senjuro's family... It should be fair that I finally tell you about mine."

"You don't have to do anything you don't feel comfortable with." The Kitsune said to you, "I told you what I told you because I trusted you from the moment we met."

"And I trust you." You smiled at him, "I'm the youngest of the three children. My older brothers are twins and my mom and dad have been together ever since they fell in love at their senior year in high school."

"So you have two older brothers?" Kyojuro asked curiously and you nodded, "Yes, they always looked after me when we were younger."

"And your parents?"

"My parents are the best." You smiled as you thought about them, "Kind, accepting, and loving. Mom works in a daycare and dad is a nurse in the local hospital, so they both are very skilled when it comes to kids."

"That is amazing!" Your fiance was amazed, and you were happy also until you smiled sadly, "Dad used to have a drinking problem when we kids were small."

Kyojuro's eyes widened when he heard this. You nodded, "He was under a lot of stress with three kids and long working hours. I don't remember much, but maybe it's better that way."

"I'm..." For once, Kyojuro wasn't smiling. He chose his next words carefully, "I'm sorry to hear that... That must have been awful..."

"Don't worry, as I said, I don't remember much, and maybe that is just the best. I just remember when he stopped drinking he finally became happy."

A silence fell between you two, but not for long.

"I didn't tell you, but our father also drank a lot when our mother fell ill." Kyojuro sighed and you quickly looked at him, startled by his confession.

He nodded, "He was sure she was going to die, so he started grieving beforehand. Mother absolutely hated that, telling father that he was dragging the Rengoku name into the mud with his drinking."

"I'm so sorry Kyojuro..." You frowned, knowing his pain firsthand. He nodded absent-mindedly, "Then mother got better, but he never quite stopped. He has it under control now with our mother monitoring him."

Once again, a silence fell between the two of you. These topics you were talking about weren't something to be taken lightly. Slowly and gently, you reached for his hand that was resting on his thigh and gave it a reassuring squeeze. Kyojuro quickly looked at you and you smiled gently at him.

"We aren't that different, are we?" You thought out loud, "We have more in common than I thought."

Kyojuro looked at you in wonder, before he smiled and he was truly smiling because it reached his beautiful eyes. "I knew you were kind when I fell for you, but I didn't expect myself to fall for you this hard!"

You blushed, but this time you didn't try to hide it or hide the smile that rose to your lips. You were really happy right that moment and you were pretty sure nothing could throw you off.

"Also..." Kyojuro grinned, "You don't need to worry about me ever leaving you. You're the perfect woman for me and I love you."

"Ack, you heard even that part!?" This time the blush on your face was one of embarrassment, but Kyojuro just smiled at you, "My bride is so cute!"

"Oh, hush you!" You averted your gaze, not able to look at the genuine smile on your handsome fiance's face... But his words got you thinking about your relationship and despite acting like a housewife to him, you weren't really acting like lovers.

Yes, you shared these sensitive matters about your families with each other, and it was good for a healthy relationship... That you didn't really have. You wanted to change that. You already liked him and anyone could tell that he liked you. You just needed to take the step to the unknown.

"Kyojuro?"

"Yes, my beloved Hime?"

"Would you like to go out with me?" You blushed as you carefully whispered the next words, "As in a date?"

Kyojuro looked at you and you didn't dare to look at him, but if you had, you would have seen the love in his eyes.

"I would love that." The fox admitted and you finally looked at him, "How does tomorrow sound?"

"Perfect," He nodded and you were so happy, but then he suddenly jumped up like a Jack-in-the-box and stretched his arms and legs, "But now, let's continue our morning jog!"

"Mercy, Kyojuro, show some mercy!" You cried out but despite your whining, you got up on your feet and started to stretch just like he did so that the upcoming jogging wouldn't be as awful as you feared it to be.

"You can do it, my precious bride! I believe in you!" Kyojuro laughed happily and you groaned but followed him either way because you were sure that you could do it when you had him by your side.

[nulliustram-webfiction]

Over the last two weeks, I've put up four pilots. Now, you get to vote on which idea continues to be refined into a free web series. Below the poll, you will be given the title card/cover for every one of these five options, along with a link to the free public pilot, a brief 'elevator pitch', and what I enjoy the most about each series. Donate to my ko-fi or my patreon, and you will have access to all sixteen extra chapters.

Creature Watching

Its pilot (Rest Stop) is on tumblr.

Churyl is the perfect city. If you don't look to deep into it. People from all around the world come to see what lies under the surface. And they never come back alive... Lots of uncanny valley stuff. Not outright scary all of the time, but just plain. Weird. Deals more with supernatural and folklore elements.

EndWalkers

EndWalkers already has one volume out on RoyalRoad, with more than 100k words, which you can read here.

An action-packed story of a group of people jumping from apocalyptic dimension to apocalyptic dimension, playing out a video game in real life. With the first volume drawing to a close, the daily update schedule will be slowed down to a weekly one if it does not win this poll. There is a shapeshifting gay AND trans Muslim catboy (mecore) and Book 2 is in a world torn apart by a war between ravens and octopi, its great.

Key Mates

Chapter One is on tumblr.

Anne and Flynn are discovered to be psychics. Except instead of any actual fun superpowers, they have the power to pick out a key that the other is thinking about or in contact in. People romanticize it constantly, but its useless in every way. Except for a heist. NOT a dig at romantic soulmate tropes, though they are referenced. I'm simply having fun with the implications of having a force that ties you together. How you would navigate relationships with other people and yourself too.

Tumble Dried Pirates

Pilot is now live on tumblr

Xara is from the modern era, and a passionate advocate for freedom of information and archiving of content. You know... Piracy. When a dryer machine at her local laundromat spits out Elizabeth Carnegie, a pirate from the Golden Age of cut-throat violence and smuggling, she isn't prepared for her. Or the team of time-travel police who have now put a target on her back. Yes. They are lesbians. With a time traveling dryer machine. Also, classism!!

Surviving Nulls

Pilot is live on tumblr!!

Nulls are monsters that feed off the magic of humans, sucking away until nothing is left. And Priscilla Farooq, widely regarded to have no talent for art, magic, or sport, finds herself in the unique situation to be the only one to stop it. Even if she thinks she's a little bit of nothing herself... This was written specifically to be an aspec fantasy. Priscilla is aplaroace. She simply doesn't feel any kind of love. And that's okay, even if it takes her time to come to terms with it. There are more aspec characters, too, showcasing the entire spectrum, and just queer people in general. Main character's atheist, but lots of Muslim relatives, and some Jewish side characters, some pagan, it's a mixed bag. This is also the only other series that will be posted on RoyalRoad, with more than daily chapter updates.

That's all! Consider donating if you're interested in reading more. ko-fi | patreon

[cryptidsurveys]

Thursday, August 22nd, 2024.

Do you know anyone who works at McDonald's? I don't.

What are your plans for next weekend? I will be at the animal shelter on Saturday and Sunday, but if we go with my days off (which are Wednesday and Thursday) then my plans involve grocery shopping, housecleaning, giving myself a much needed buzzcut, and possibly a trip to the Mountain Park.

Do you know anyone who plays heaps of sports? Not currently. My sibling played a lot of sports when they were younger, though.

Have you ever been suspended from school? No. I've never had detention either.

When was the last time you had chocolate? There's chocolate syrup in the oatmeal I'm eating right now.

Have you ever been to a sports game? I've been to a couple of professional sports games.

If so, what sport did you see? Baseball and hockey.

Have you used a sewing machine before? Yes. In Home Ec. in middle school. I think I made a pair of pajama pants.

When was the last time you had a snow day? Not since high school. However, I think the last time it snowed was back in March or April.

Have you ever gotten in trouble for using a phone in class? No. I don't even recall ever using my phone while in class.

Where do your cousins live? I have no idea. I know very little about my extended family.

Have you met any of your second cousins? No.

Do you like the All-American Rejects? No.

Is your computer slow or fast? It's fast.

What colour shirt are you wearing? Black.

Have you ever faked sick to get out of something? I frequently faked sick to get out of going to school and various extra-curricular activities. I haaated school. I'm not even entirely sure why it gave me so much anxiety because it's not like I was a bad or troublesome student.

If so, how did you do it? By just…faking sick, lmao. I don't know how to explain it. Migraines were a good excuse because I had those anyway and my parents tended to believe me.

Have you ever been ice skating? Yeah.

Who do you sit near in math? I'm not in school anymore.

Have you ever had Werther s Original butterscotch toffee? I probably have at some point.

When was the last time you wore a skirt? I have no idea.

Have you seen all the Shrek movies? I think I've seen the first three.

Have you ever fainted? Not completely; not to where I completely lost consciousness. I've had momentary blackouts, though.

What did you have for breakfast? My usual bowl of oatmeal.

When was the last time you went on vacation? If backpacking/camping trips count as vacations, then sometime around 2013-2014.

Have you ever had to sit next to some smelly random person on a bus? No.

Do you have any pets other than dogs or cats? No. Just kitties. :')

What colour is your bed sheet? Gray.

Do you have a job? I'm basically a full-time volunteer at an animal shelter. I plan on working there in the future, once my health is under better control.

If so, where and what does it consist of doing? Here's an updated rundown now that I'm more familiar with the schedule:

7:00am-8:00am: load washers/dryers and fold laundry; set up carriers for colony cats; fill various cleaning buckets for dishes, scoops, rags, and mopping; occasionally start a pot of coffee.

8:00am-11:00am: morning feed, clean colonies and kennels (wipe everything down, refresh hard food and water, scoop litter, etc), wash dishes and scoops, sweep and mop, take the dirty litter boxes to the back to soak, put away colony carriers, take out the trash and dirty laundry, and generally tidy up the room.

11:00am-12:00pm: enrichment (continues throughout the remainder of the day), fill out medical and enrichment logs (can also be completed later in the day, but I'm just going to list it here), rotate laundry (also continues throughout the rest of the day).

12:00pm-1:00pm: typically go to lunch. We're also open to the public from 12-4, so we'll host volunteers and direct cat tours for potential adoptions.

1:00pm-2:00pm: afternoon feed, pick up and wash dishes, scrub and rinse litter boxes in the back and allow to dry, restock food, cleaning solution, and litter.

2:00pm-3:00pm: afternoon litter scoop, wash scoops.

3:00pm-4:00pm: sweep and mop and do a final tidying, make sure colony cats are inside + close their windows, complete afternoon checklist.

4:00pm-5:00pm: empty all trash bins in the building and take trash to the bin outside, bring dog pools and toy bins to the back and spray them down, bring in the hose, help dog staff with various tasks (mopping/drying kennels, dishes, etc). Wait for someone to do the final cattery checklist, then it's time to go home.

What was the last thing you cooked? Idk. I haven't done any proper cooking in quite some time.

Do you know anyone with the surname Matheson? I used to watch someone on YouTube with that last name.

Tell me about the posters you have on your walls. There aren't any posters on my walls.

Are you the type of person who gets injuries often? No.

What does your soap smell like? The hand soap smells like pine. The shampoo smells like strawberries and cream.

Have you ever finished a whole video game? Yeah.

If so, which one(s)? I don't feel like listing them.

Are your siblings allergic to anything? Not that I know if.

Tell me about a funny TV ad you've seen. Blah.

What time is it? 8:24am.

Do you know anyone with a pet snake? I don't.

Do you own a purple hoodie or sweatshirt? I don't.

When did you last stay home from school? I no longer recall.

What was the reason? N/a.

Do you have any bad habits? Yeah.

Can you speak French? No.

Which one of your friends has great music taste? Idk.

What can you smell right now? Coffee.

What was the last movie you watched? Inside Out 2.

What was the last CD you bought? I have no idea.

Was it a digital copy or old school? Old school.

What will you do after this? Vacuum and dust my room, then probably relax until it's time to go to lunch with my parents. I'm really hoping this headache will be mostly gone by then.

[f1uckinghell]

I can imagine when Max gets sick is like a ship stops working as smoothly. They manage things fine, but Max has a system where he's able to control everything to a manageable degree, and the other 6 members of the pack together are barely able to to the same

ohhh absolutely!!!

They try so hard but nothing is working as smoothly and it’s all chaos… and Max is like „of course this did not work as usual, you need to turn on the washing machine at 6:30 and sort through the next load or laundry in the meantime, underwear goes last because it goes quickest in the dryer, and while the laundry is in the dryer you have to get the kids‘ lunches ready, Jakob only eats toast with cream cheese and exactly one slice of cucumber at the moment, don’t forget to defrost Jasper’s mush in the meantime, 3 minutes in the microwave, add a teaspoon of oil- then while they are eating you need to feed the cat or else she will claw at your feet, when the kids have left for school you have to feed jasper because he has to be at daycare at 9, while he brushes his teeth you can unload the dryer-“

and all the others are like 😵‍💫 „when do you eat?!“

(like don’t get me wrong, it works out in the end, but only Max has perfected their daily hustle to a T)

[goatlizard]

it is the first of the month, remember to:

sort your trash and recyclables into appropriate piles

refill your Crying Vouchers from the company town store

consider choosing a day to get to washing the dishes

clean your dryer lint filter, ensure your washing machine is not filled with forgotten clothing soup, already stewing with rot

feed and water the plants, except the ones that you aren't supposed to

[hangingoffence]

mecha ocs u say 👀 pls tell me more:]

HA are you ready for MORE world building(and science i dont know anything about but pretend to) ?! *evil laugh* strap in buddy >:)

ok SO this stuff takes place in the post-apocalyptic future. On Earth that is mostly populated by monsters that rule over the land. The air is also filled with dangerous gasses emitting from the monsters. They are dangerous for any animal to breath. Most of the gas and the monsters are concentrated in the Mediterranean sea, parts of Africa and southern Asia. Staying in warmer and dryer parts of the Earth.

Humans in this universe reside in a belt called the East Cross that spans all the way from Norway to northern parts of China. In the northern parts like in Russia humans can live quite normally due to the cold keeping the monsters away. There are also humans in southern Africa, the Americas and parts of Oceania.(but i havent gotten into them that much)

Due to the danger of the new environment humanity has advanced their technology far beyond what they would have thought which is where the mechas come in. After decades of research and studies humans have created tech that is capable of brain emulation. At first only partial brain emulation or PBE was achievable. In which a computer will create a 3D scan of the host brain and it constructs a software copy of it. The copy can be implanted into a mechanical body and through an emulator the human host can control the mechanical body from a distance.

A branch of military was created from this technology called the Android Emulation Corps(lazy name but it is what it is) or for short the A. E. C. They operate unmanned androids, called Self's through the brain emulation.

In the future, whole brain emulation or WBE was created. It is much more extreme version of the partial one. The human host's brain will be removed from the body and is sliced into small cubes which are then scanned with great accuracy. The immerse detailed scan of the brain, when ran on appropriate software is identical to the original host brain. The main difference in WBE and PBE is that WBE is able to simulate the host brains consciousness, whereas the PBE only allows the host brain to move into the copy and control it.

The WBE is a very delicate procedure and not always 100% successful. It is also not reversible and the original brain is impossible to be implanted into the biological body. But if successful, after booting the mechanical copy body the brain was implanted in, the host's personality and consciousness will live on without a biological body. Also this way if the mechanical body is destroyed the copy brain can just be implanted into a new body, basically making the host immortal.

ok not the the Self's. They are most of the time 300-390 meters in height and can weigh up to 10 000 kilograms. They are mostly made of flexible but strong materials like steel, fiber-reinforced plastic and thermoplastic. They have human proportions to make it easy for the host to pilot them. The most common PBE Self type is the Olympian. They are equipped with machine guns and a type of ultrasonic weapon that has deemed very effective against the monsters. The implanted copy brain sits in the lower spine. It is the one's used in the frontier against the monsters. The WBE Self's are commonly smaller and made for life outside of combat.

and ummm... yeah i just vomited this all here so how a bout a small snippet from my writing about the characters (im force feeding you here and you cant stop it)

He sits next to Bill and brings up his ticket to examine it. It reads. East Cross underground bullet train. From Copenhagen to Beijing C. 07:30 - 08:20. Cabin number 2. Seat number 87. “These trains really are fast.” Meyer says more to himself than to Bill next to him. In 50 minutes through the whole Eurasian continent. Impressive. “Have you ever been in one?” Now talking to Bill who fiddles his own ticket in his big fingers. “One time. When they were building the first of them. As a child.”  “Cool. I’ve actually never even been near one. Should be exciting.” Bill hums in acknowledgement and the conversation ends. Until Nemo walks into the hall. He slides opposite of Meyer and Bill and opens his mouth; “Where you sitting?” Nemo lifts his own ticket for them to look. Seat 91.  “I’m 87.” Meyer answers and Bill says that he sits in seat 75. “Hope we can still move in the train.” Nemo makes a face and pockets his ticket.

[tangian]

So the funny thing last night:

Scheduled Shutdown namin dahil meron maintenance sa Turbine, and yep, going smooth lahat. Papatay na talaga ang planta, tapos BIGLA NAGBLACKOUT! Anak ng…. Bali imbis na smooth down na e nagloko yung feedback power sa labas (bali kumukuha na kami ng power sa NGCP since hindi na nakakapagproduce ng kuryente)

Tapos ayun na nga, nung nagkaroon ng power, paranf nag-startup lang din kami uli. Binuksan lahat ng operating machines na need para sa pagpatay ng tama ng planta (from Cooling water pumps, Air compressor, Air dryer, Bottom Ash Removal System, Start-up Diesel Burner, Chillers, Makeup-Condenser-&Boiler Feed pump) grabe ang lala. Imbis na agad makakapg-pahinga e nawalan ng pahinga buong duty 🫡🥲💀💀💀💀

Yeah masaya sa Powerplant. Masaya…. 😊😊😊😊💀💀💀💀at pagod

Pero ang ganda ng view na total blackout sa planta.