#high penetration formula

[metalhead-brainrot]

[Album of the day] Electric Machete - High Penetration Formula

Borgo Massano, Italy // 2023

[Genres] stoner rock, heavy psych

[FFO] Rush

[Thoughts] Power trio out of agrarian Italy! High Penetration Formula is one of the better stoner rock albums I own, solid enough that I can't put it down. This is stripped-down, high-energy riff worship. Eat up.

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[elizaleclerc]

nobody else matters ❣️

charles leclerc x reader

summary: fem mc driver teases charles when they sneak off during media day <3 (a little 18+)

author’s note: thx for the love on my first post! feel free to message me w ideas :)

song: les by childish gambino

word count: 1.5k

The blistering sun beat down on you like a relentless hammer, its rays penetrating even the thick driver suit that clung to your body. Every step felt like walking through molten lava as you made your way through the crowd of the Miami paddock. The heat was suffocating, but you knew it would only get worse once you were inside the cockpit of your car, racing at top speeds.

Adjusting the snug neck strap of your navy blue Red Bull suit, you took a moment to fluff out your hair and reapply some makeup to combat the sweat-inducing temperatures. It was media day, and there were endless photos and interviews to be taken throughout the circuit. Red Bull's social media manager was in charge of guiding both you and Max around to various games and activities designed to showcase not just your driving skills, but also your personality off the track. From trivia challenges to racing on bouncy balls, each game added its own layer of entertainment for fans and media alike. And between all the fun, there were also professional photoshoots scattered throughout the day, capturing every angle of you and Max in your sleek suits against the vibrant backdrop of the race track.

In the high-stakes world of Formula One racing, Red Bull's main rival was none other than the prestigious Ferrari team. But for Max, it wasn't just about winning on the track - he also harbored a deep hatred for their lead driver, Charles Leclerc. Little did Max know that you, his own teammate, had been carrying on a secret romance with Charles for months now. The thrill and danger of sneaking around in the paddock, hiding your love from the prying eyes of media and fellow drivers, only added to the passion between you and Charles. He consumed your every thought, igniting a fiery desire that burned hotter than the scorching Miami sun.

Charles had a way of affecting your mood, even when he wasn't physically present. Whenever you were apart, there was a subtle shift in the air, as if a piece of you was missing. As a popular driver, Charles was no stranger to media attention, and despite your best efforts to keep your relationship under wraps, rumors still swirled about the two of you being more than just colleagues. But it was no secret how your face lit up whenever he was near, and how his own expression mirrored yours. In each other's company, it was as if the world melted away and all that mattered was the connection between you. Charles had become your everything - always checking in on you before every race and worrying over even the smallest of crashes. You were each other's constant support and strength amidst the chaos of the racing world.

Despite the exhilaration of keeping your forbidden romance with a rival driver hidden from the public eye, Charles's contract with Ferrari was set to expire at the end of this season. This presented him with the opportunity to switch teams and potentially join you at Red Bull. You had pleaded with him multiple times, urging him to take Max's place so that the two of you could finally race together. But Charles was adamant about wanting you by his side at Ferrari, making it a constant battle between your conflicting desires. This impasse seemed never ending, both of you refusing to budge from your positions, determined to make the best decision for yourselves and your racing careers.

Beads of sweat lingered on your flushed forehead as you wrapped up another exhilarating game outdoors for the media with Max. Your body was craving for a break from the scorching heat, and so you decided to make your way back to your driver room in the paddock.

You unzipped your tight driver suit, feeling instant relief as the cool air hit your damp skin. The thin white fireproof fabric clung to your body and provided some much-needed respite from the intense heat. As you opened the door to your driver room, it swung shut behind you, strong arms wrapping around your waist and soft lips pressing against yours. Charles' skin was glistening with sweat under the dim light, but the fiery passion and love between the two of you set the room ablaze.

Every time his hands touched your skin, it felt like fire spreading through your veins. His hot breath against your neck sent shivers down your spine as he whispered desperately, "God, I've missed you." You couldn't help but smile into his next kiss, knowing the effect you had on him.

"It's only been a few hours, darling" you teased, but secretly thrilled at his level of desire.

"You know I crave you all the time, mon amour," he murmured in a husky voice that made your whole body quiver with anticipation. As his hand trailed lower, you could feel yourself getting more and more aroused.

Charles noticed your heightened state and flashed a devilish grin. "How long is your break?" he asked mischievously.

You shook your head, trying to suppress a giggle. "No, we can't. Not here, are you insane?" But the thought of being caught only added to the thrill. Never in your wildest dreams did you imagine giving in to such intense passion in the cramped quarters of your driver's room. And yet, the danger only fueled your desire. Outside, people were milling around the paddock, completely unaware of the fiery passion unfolding just feet away from them.

“Please, I need you,” he begged, his voice desperate and cracking. You couldn't resist the sight of him like this – tall and muscular with a slight sheen of sweat on his forehead. His eyes searched yours, pleading for you to fulfill his desires.

A smirk played on your lips as you leaned in closer, your own body buzzing with anticipation. “Oh baby,” you purred, running your fingers through his dark hair. “You know I can't resist when you beg like that.” Your hands trailed down his chest, undoing his driver's suit with practiced ease.

“Let me please you,” you whispered, your voice dripping with desire. And without hesitation, Charles was putty in your hands.

You pressed against him, feeling the heat and power emanating from his body. Your lips found their way to his neck, leaving a trail of passionate kisses and gentle bites. With each one, his breath grew heavier and his grip on you tighter.

Your hand slipped under the waistband of his pants, finding him already hardened with need. He let out a low moan as your touch sent shivers down his spine. And as your fingers explored further down, he could barely contain himself – caught between wanting more and wanting to hold onto this moment forever.

You trailed your fingers along his length, eliciting a deep groan from his throat. Your lips brushed against his ear as you asked, "How does that feel, baby?" He responded with a low moan and you continued to palm him, relishing in the way he melted under your touch.

His head tilted back and you took advantage of the exposed skin on his neck, peppering it with kisses while your hand worked its magic. As his breathing became more erratic and you could tell he was close, you suddenly stopped.

"What- what are you doing?" He questioned, confusion evident in his voice.

A devilish grin spread across your face as you whispered in his ear, "Once you tell me you want to drive in navy blue, we can do things like this more often."

He pulled back, his intense gaze filled with passionate anger and desire. "Oh mon amour, we both know you look better in red," he growled lowly.

Your bodies were mere inches apart, the heat between you building into a fiery intensity. He leaned in to kiss you again, your movements seamlessly meshing together. As he pulled away, you couldn't help but notice that he was still visibly aroused in his suit.

"Sit here for a moment and compose yourself. Slip out without getting caught," you whispered teasingly, a sly smile on your lips. You quickly zipped up your own suit and left your driver's room.

Stepping back into the warm air outside, you took a deep breath and grabbed a water bottle to cool your racing heart. A sense of pride swelled within you as you walked away from Charles, leaving him hanging with unfulfilled desire.

Little did you know, as you returned to Max and Red Bull's social media manager to prepare for the upcoming photo ops, that a stray worker had captured Charles leaving your room on their phone camera...

[roseistifosi]

A Night in Monaco (part one) AS 12

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Words: 1.4K A/N: This is the first fic I ever wrote so please be nice loll, BTW

TW: Pregnacy ?

Monte Carlo, Monaco, 1993

The opulence of Monte Carlo sparkles under the starlit sky, an endless expanse of luxury and extravagance that feels almost otherworldly. You, a young bartender working in one of Monaco’s most exclusive venues, navigate the bustling bar with practiced grace. The clinking of glasses, the murmur of animated conversations, and the occasional burst of laughter create a vibrant tapestry of sounds that is both exhilarating and exhausting.

It's the weekend of the 1993 Monaco Grand Prix, a time when the city’s usual glamour is amplified tenfold. The streets are packed with racing enthusiasts, celebrities, and high-profile guests. Your bar is no exception, brimming with a mix of excited patrons eager to celebrate the high-octane event.

With your striking (your hair color) hair and penetrating (your eyes color) eyes, you move fluidly among the patrons, your uniform crisp and your demeanor friendly yet professional. Your days in Monte Carlo have been a whirlwind of bright lights and fast-paced social interactions, a sharp contrast to the quiet life you left behind in Solna. The energy of the city is a double-edged sword—thrilling yet overwhelming.

On this particular evening, as the bar’s atmosphere buzzes with excitement, a man walks in who immediately captures everyone's attention. Ayrton Senna, the Brazilian Formula 1 racing icon, enters with an aura of intense charisma and unparalleled skill. His dark suit and the confidence he exudes seem to amplify the allure of the Monaco night.

You notice him as he approaches the bar. The usual commotion seems to fade into the background as he steps into your space, his presence commanding attention. His dark, contemplative eyes meet yours with a warmth that contrasts sharply with the cool demeanor of his public persona.

“Champagne, please,” Ayrton says, his voice carrying a soft, melodic accent.

Your hand moves instinctively to retrieve a bottle of champagne, your mind momentarily distracted by the celebrity in front of you. “Of course. It’s quite the night for champagne,” you reply with a smile.

As you pour the drink, your conversation starts with small talk—questions about the race, the city, and each other’s lives. Ayrton’s charm is evident, but it’s his genuine curiosity and thoughtful responses that draw you in. He speaks with an intensity that makes you feel as though you’re alone, despite the busy surroundings.

Hours pass, and the bar begins to empty. The crowd thins, leaving behind a quieter atmosphere that feels more intimate. Ayrton, noticing the change, suggests you take a walk outside. You hesitate for a moment, then agree, feeling a mix of intrigue and anticipation.

The streets of Monte Carlo at night are a far cry from the daytime frenzy. The city breathes softly under the moonlight, and the calmness of the night provides a stark contrast to the earlier excitement. Ayrton and you walk through the serene avenues, your conversation flowing with an ease that comes from genuine connection.

You end up at the Hôtel de Paris Monte-Carlo, an establishment as renowned for its elegance as for its exclusivity. Ayrton leads you to his suite, and the opulence of the surroundings only enhances the sense of intimacy between you. The night unfolds with a blend of passion and tenderness, your connection deepening with each shared moment.

As dawn begins to break, the reality of the situation settles in. You wake alone, the suite’s luxurious furnishings starkly contrasting with the emptiness you feel. The bed beside you is neatly made, and the silence of the room is punctuated only by the soft rustle of paper.

On the pillow next to you lies an envelope, meticulously placed. With a mixture of curiosity and trepidation, you pick it up and carefully open it. Inside is a letter, written in Ayrton’s elegant script.

“Dear Y/N,

Thank you for a memorable evening. I regret that I had to leave before you awoke; my schedule demands I return to my responsibilities. I hope the night was as meaningful for you as it was for me. Enclosed is a small token to ensure you are well taken care of.

With warm regards,

Ayrton S.”

Along with the letter is a sum of money, not as compensation but as a gesture of respect and care. Your emotions are a tangled mix of gratitude, confusion, and a sense of loss. The night was both exhilarating and ephemeral, a fleeting connection that has left a lasting impact.

You read the letter several times, each reading stirring a new wave of emotions. The words, though simple, carry a depth of sentiment that makes the experience all the more poignant. Ayrton’s departure, while expected, leaves a void filled with a bittersweet sense of nostalgia.

You carefully tuck the letter away, deciding to keep it as a memento of a night that has transformed your life in ways you haven’t yet fully understood. The money, though practical, is secondary to the emotional significance of the letter and the night you shared.

Then, about a month later, something happens that will change everything. You begin to feel unwell—persistent nausea, fatigue, and an odd sensitivity to smells that hadn’t bothered you before. At first, you dismiss it as stress or perhaps a lingering flu. But when the symptoms don’t subside, you decide to visit a doctor.

Sitting in the sterile, white-walled clinic, you fidget nervously, your mind racing with possibilities. The doctor, a kind woman in her forties, conducts the examination and then asks you to wait while she runs some tests. The minutes tick by slowly, each one filled with growing anxiety.

When the doctor returns, she has a gentle expression on her face, one that conveys both understanding and seriousness. “Mrs Y/L/N” she begins softly, “I have some news for you. You’re pregnant.”

The words hit you like a freight train. Pregnant. You’re pregnant with Ayrton Senna’s child. The reality of it all is overwhelming. You sit there in stunned silence, your mind reeling as you try to process the enormity of what you’ve just heard. The news is a shock, and your mind races with questions and uncertainties. The reality of raising a child, especially one conceived during a brief encounter with someone as famous as Ayrton Senna, is daunting. You grapple with the implications of your situation, trying to come to terms with the fact that you will be raising a child on your own.

[whorekneecentral]

kinktober - day 24: dad’s best friend // m.w

Mark Webber x Fem!Reader

Warnings: forced proximity, power imbalance sorta, age gap (reader is 20), teasing, alcohol and the consumption of, mentions of corruption, penetrative sex, fingering for like 0.2 seconds, ‘whore’ used in a sexual context, gagging,  nipple play (I guess ?) 

Word Count: 2,430

Author’s Note: now I don’t know if this counts as a kinktober prompt but take it or leave it besties // also I wrote this with no notes so please forgive me lmao and not proof read I’m lazy bye

kinktober 2022 masterlist

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You had known him for as long as you can remember but the crush? That started this summer and spiralled into a secret you can’t take back now.

You've known him your whole life. Your dad's best friend, Mark Webber, the great Formula One driver.

You always just knew him as Mark, he never was anything else other than your dad's best friend and well, that was it. You two had a good relationship, he wasn't around very much due to his job but when he was, you laughed and smiled and he made you giggle like nobody else.

Your mother always just assumed that it was a childhood crush, that Mark peeked your fascination and that it was nothing more.

That was up until this weekend.

Mark was having something at his summer house, which was a bit odd to begin with because when you're in Australia every day of summer but I digress, your father was stuck in the city for a few more hours, left to work on his business proposal and your mother didn't want to leave him alone.

So they suggested that you go up ahead with Mark. You had known him your whole life so there was no harm in you travelling and spending a few hours alone with him.

Currently you were sitting on the front porch watching Mark lug the bags in through the front door. “You do know that we're only here for a few days right, darling?” He calls and you glance up from your phone, “do you really need all of this?” Mark lifts his arms, showing off the three bags you packed.

“I need variety.” You reply, going back to your phone. Mark puts the bags inside and when he walk back out, he snatches the phone from your hands and shoves it in his pocket.

“Mark!” You shout, running after him as he walks back to the car. He notices your hand reaching for his pocket so he takes the phone and holds it above his head. The man towered over you, looking down at you.

“Give it back!” You shout at him, jumping to try and grab the phone from him.

He didn't even have to try, his arm was up high enough that you couldn't reach it but he sure was enjoying the view. It was a hot day, and you decided that it would be a good idea to wear a pair of shorts and a tank top. So when you jump to get the phone, Mark couldn't help but notice the way your tits bounced; the thoughts running through his head were nothing but filthy.

This is wrong, he thinks. This is my best friend's kid, I've watched her grow up and I can't think of her like this.

But god, she's stunning.

Mark feels wrong just thinking it, he pushes the thought from his head.

“Go inside, it’s out. Turn on the air conditioning, I'll grab the last of the bags and come in.”

“Give me my phone.”

“Go inside.”

“Mark.”

“Y/n.” His tone is stern, the look he was giving you sent shivers down your spine. “Go inside.”

You roll your eyes, “fine.” You grumble, walking off towards the house. He can’t help but look at your figure, the way your clothes fit every curve of your body -- stop it, don’t look at her like that.

Mark slams the door, startling you when he comes in. “Want a beer?” You asked from the kitchen and Mark found his way there, “are you old enough to drink?”

“I’m offering it to you, old man. Not for me.”

Mark laughs, taking the beer from you. You hopped up on the counter, watching as he opened the bottle and took a sip. He tips the bottle towards you, “want some?”

“I don’t really drink.”

“Really? That time you asked me to pick you up says otherwise.” He laughs, taking another sip.

“Shut up,” you laughed, “that was one time.”

Mark takes a step closer, standing right next to you. The cold beer bottle sits on your thigh and you glance over at him, you can feel the water dripping down your thigh. “Sure you don’t want some? It is hot out,” he says and you hum, taking the bottle from him before taking a sip.

His hand reaches out, thumb passing over the wet spot on your thigh. He wipes it away and makes another pass over your thigh with the back of his head to dry off the remainder of the water.

“I’m gonna go for a swim,” you announce, getting off the counter and setting the bottle on the counter.

“Be safe,” he tells you, watching as you walk towards the back door. “I’m not a baby, Mark. I don’t need a warning before I get in the pool.”

“You’ll always be a baby.” He teases, earning a laugh from you. Mark watches as you slide the back door open, standing there for a moment before you peel off your top and head outside.

Okay, so maybe she wasn't a baby after all.

Mark stays inside, watching you from the kitchen window as he works on dinner. He watches as you get in and out, diving back into the pool before doing laps.

It was a few hours before he stepped out to find you.

“Come on,” he calls for you, crouching down by the end of the pool, the towel he brought out for you tossed over his shoulder. “Dinner’s ready.”

You swim up to the edge of the pool, your arms resting on the ledge as you look up at him. “I’m not hungry.”

“Did you eat breakfast?” “I woke up at noon, like right before you got me.”

“So all you had was iced coffee, you need to eat. C’mon.” Mark’s hand reaches out for yours to help you out of the pool but because he was crouched down, he falls in when you pull on his hand.

You bite back a smile when he comes back up to the surface. Mark passes a hand over his face, “what the hell.” He looks over at you and you can already tell what he's thinking.

Before he could grab you, you're out of the pool and running back into the house. Mark is right behind you, chasing you around the kitchen island. You nearly slip but Mark grabs you from behind, picking you up and spinning you around. There’s water dripping everywhere and your laughter fills his ears.  

When Mark puts you down, you turn to face him; chest pressed to his and his hands rested on your hips. “I uh- I should shower.” You mumble, looking up at him.

“Don’t take long, dinner will get cold.”

You step away, your hips cold without his touch and you head upstairs to take a quick shower; a very cold shower because the way you were feeling was wrong.

You grew up in front of him, you shouldn’t be thinking about him like that.

You can’t help it. The way he felt against you, his hands on your hips, your chest pressed to his.

You pushed out to remind and head downstairs for dinner after your shower. “Cute shirt,” Mark chuckles when you sit next to him on the couch. You set the bowl on your lap, stabbing the pasta with the fork before you glance down at your shirt.

“Oh,” your cheeks heat up, “thanks.”

The navy blue t-shirt was baggy, your shorts barely peeking out under it. The Red Bull insignia over your left tit. “I found it in dad’s room.”

“It's actually mine.” He laughs, “let him borrow it after a night out.”

“Oh.. do you want it back?” You ask, setting the bowl on the coffee table. Mark shook his head, his hand resting on your bare thigh, “looks better on you, darling.”

Your eyes are fixed on the man, you had conflicting feelings. You wanted him but you shouldn’t.

Mark can’t help but admire you. You were sitting there, all pretty and so innocent. He wanted nothing more than to ruin you.

It's like all the lights go off and you both have the same thought at the same time. Both you and Mark lean in but before your lips could meet, there's a knock on the door.

You get up before he could say anything, rushing to the door to open it. Your parents have arrived and Mark comes over to greet them. “What'd you guys do all day?” Your father asks and you shrug.

“I hung out in the pool.”

“Yeah I was cooking,” Mark says, neither of you mentioning the fall in the pool or the almost kiss.

The rest of the evening you were in your room watching Netflix while your parents and Mark caught up. Your mom came in to say good night to you telling you that she and father are tired so they are going to head to bed earlier and that you shouldn't stay up too late even though you were 20 years old, she still babied you.

It was quarter past two in the morning when you feel like you need to stretch your legs. You pull yourself off the bed, stretching before quietly stepping out of the bedroom. You wanted a snack but the door at the end catches your attention and you quietly walk towards the door.

You stop. Are you really doing this? You should leave.

The way he looked at you crossed your mind. The way his hands felt on you.

Before you could stop yourself, you push the door open, shutting it behind you quietly. The room was silent, Mark was sleeping.

“Hey,” you whisper, sitting onto the bed next to him. You nudged him in the side with your knee, “Mark?” You called out to him in a sing-song voice.

Mark stirs a little, rolling over and now facing away from you. You lean over his side, your hand pressed flat against his chest. “Markkkk,” you call, leaning down to kiss his arm.

That wakes him.

He groans, rubbing his eyes before glancing at the clock on the nightstand. “Y/n? What are you doing?” He asks, voice laced with sleep.

“Couldn’t sleep,” you shrug, laying beside him. Mark is laying flat on his back now, looking over at you. “Okay but why are you in my room?” His eyes are open now, fixed on you. The moonlight shines through the window, the sheer curtains did nothing to block out the white light.

You look over at the man, “I can’t stop thinking about you.” You admit. Mark doesn’t say anything but his hand rests on your hip, laying on his side and you follow suit, mirroring his actions.

Mark leans in, his lips barely touching yours. “I can’t stop thinking about you,” he repeats your words. You close the gap, kissing the man.

It was heavy, heated. His hands on your body, pulling you over and onto him. You were perched on his lap, Mark’s hands on your ass when he kisses you.

Not a word is spoken between the two of you, what little clothes you had on was gathered in a pile on the floor when he rolls you two over again. You were flat on your back, Mark settled between your legs.

“Are we-” you cut him off with a kiss. “Please,” your hand rested on his jaw, “Mark please.”

He nods, there wasn't much else to say. Not that anything makes sense at the moment, it was all physical. His hand slips between the two of you, his fingers rubbing slow circles on your clit. Your hips lift, wanting more from him.

Mark’s hand wandered a little lower, a finger pushed in slowly. He can feel how wet you are, wrapped around his finger and he smiles.

“All of this for me?” He asks, cocky as ever.

“God, just fuck me.” You mumble, not wanting to wait. You waited long enough.

“Do you think about me?” Mark asks, the tip of his cock rubbing over your clit. You bite back the urge to moan, looking up at him. He sees the confusion and expands on his question; “when you touch yourself, do you think of me?”

You smile, “do you think of me?”

Mark nods, barely pushing into you. “Always. I shouldn’t but I do.”

Your hands grip on his biceps, his lips finding yours when he pushes in all the way, muffling the moans that left your lips. “I do.” You finally answer him.

He pulls one of your legs up to hitch on his hip. “Fuck,” you breath, his thrusts faster and harder. How you wished you could scream his name right now. Mark’s hand drops between the two of you, rubbing your clit; matching the pace of his hips.

Your head falls back into the pillows when he hits the spot he was looking for. His fingers that were previous on your clit now shoved into your mouth to muffle the sounds tumbling from your lips.

Mark leans down, his lips next to your ear; “you have to be quiet, you don't want everyone to know what a whore you are, do you?”

You mumble something along an okay, your hips bucking, telling him you want more. Mark manages to flip you over once again, you're on top and his cock is still buried in you. He lets you take over, setting the pace and using him for your own pleasure. Mark wanted one thing and he leans forward, arms wrapped around you as his lips wrap around your nipple.

“Mark, fuck- please.” You mumble, your hand tangled in his dark hair as you bounced up and down. His tongue lapped over your nipple, biting on it softy; just enough to get you to arch your back, pushing into him.

“Come on darling,” he mumbles against your skin, now kissing up to your collarbone. Mark’s hand behind your neck to pull you down for a kiss. “Want you to cum for me.”

Mark’s arms wrap around you when you drop against him, your face buried against his shoulder, biting down to muffle the sounds. “Good girl,” he hums, rubbing your back.

You were both lying in bed now, facing the ceiling. Neither of you said a thing but instead laid there in silence. Mark’s hand found yours under the blanket, quietly interlocking fingers with you.

“Round two?” He asks, earning a laugh for you. You climb back over onto his lap, “round two.”

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[emyluwinter]

You know, it seemed strange to me? that in both events with tsums Yuu and Grimm did not appear anywhere.

Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaybe….

While all the students are sleeping peacefully in their cozy soft beds. And only ghosts tirelessly perform their endless and never-ending work. One student can't sleep because of brain fever.

The Onboro dorm. 2 o'clock in the morning. Yuu after 6 cups of coffee and a crazy plan to draw a circle to teleport to their world on pieces from newspapers that they found in the attic. They hadn't slept for three days. They spent so much time in the forbidden sections of the library and read so many confusing lost texts with black and not so much magic that their brains literally boiled with information. Their hands are stained with ink up to the elbows, as if they themselves got out of their overblot. Their hair is so disheveled that a couple of crows definitely already want to rent this "mobile nest" Their bags under their eyes could easily hold the entire stock of apples from the village of Felmer for storage in the winter season.

Finally the formula is complete. Weighed down by insane fatigue and exhaustion, their half-empty eyes follow every line. Praying that their efforts and torments will finally be fulfilled in full.

Portal and the formula works. Grimm watches in horror from his hiding place with the ghosts.

But why does that glow suddenly begin to shine on them from above in the window?Not in the room as they expected and hoped?

Yuu looks out of the window when over the building of their dormitory just at the moment when a hole appears in the sky.

Is this the entrance to their world?!Did they really manage to do it?

-HOLY ICE CREAM. DID IT WORK?! How am I going to jump there now???

Having tasted all the adrenaline from joy, confusion, fear and delight, Yuu see how something penetrates through the hole. Hell no, that's not what they wanted.

Wait a minute.

That wasn't part of the plan.

After looking closely, what kind of creatures are so slowly floating down from the hole. Curiously, the creatures are very similar to NRC students. At least they look charming, but Yuu is not going to go through all the overblots again and have deal not with one harmful ass but with technically two??



Well



This is not a portal to their home. It's not even their dimension or anything like that.



Yuu feel a nervous tic in the eye and eyebrows. All the sleepless nights went to hell, as did their remaining nerves. Now it will definitely be necessary to deal with this as well. Instead of helping themselves, Yuu spread out more rakes on the road and added more small slippery balls on top to make the whole situation EVEN worse.

With a bang and rage, the Prefect closes the window and goes to sleep cursing loudly. Intending to clean up the mess tomorrow morning, rather than dig his grave even deeper.





Attempt number two.

This time Yuu did not sleep for 4 days. 8 cups of coffee drunk. The ghosts introduce a mandatory rule not to give the prefect Coffee and Energy drinks. Never. Under no circumstances. No, it is not allowed during the exams.

"It will definitely work this time." - they purr encouragingly to themselves. A huge canvas of paper glued together with scotch tape and tears filled their entire living room without leaving even a piece for a step. Even Grimm had to be careful not to get his paws and fur dirty in ink or pieces of tape or glue.

Grimm definitely doesn't like the heading - "Fierce crazy experiments with magic and portals from Prefect 2.0"

The portal is triggered again. But again not as planned. Yuu see the light again and look out the window. Another hole in the sky above the building.

-What the hell?!Why is it so high and the same hole???

and

Tsums are falling from the sky again. Now other students. Another headache and worries.

The ghosts had to resort to magic on Yuu to stop them from trying to climb the ladder and get into the hole in the sky above the dormitory. The prefect was wrapped in a soft and fluffy blanket and given hot milk and honey to somehow calm their rage from resentment and disappointment.

…To be continued?

[dailycharacteroption]

Roleplaying Races 16: Yaddithian

(Art taken from Pathfinder Bestiary 6, art by Florian Stitz)

And here we are, the very last ancestry we’ll be covering for First Edition (Though don’t worry, I have something in mind for Thursday and Friday), and it’s a bit of a deep pull from the Elder Mythos.

Originally appearing in the story Through the Gates of the Silver Key, the Yaddithians were the natives of the world of Yaddith, powerful mages and masters of technology who, despite their mastery of travel through time and space, could not save their world from being consumed and ravaged by Dholes (or perhaps Bholes). They primarily come into the story due to recurring Lovecraftian protagonist Randolph Carter getting stuck inside of the body of one after wishing to see and learn from their civilization before it’s collapse. It… doesn’t go well for him.

Pathfinder’s take on the yaddithians pretty much follows their book counterpart, save that a handful of them escaped the destruction of their homeworld, fleeing across space and time. Now, the bestiary entry does state that most yaddithians are mid to high level due to their immortality and rarity, but there’s nothing to stop someone from playing a young yaddithian, perhaps trying to piece together the secrets of their people from their cosmic diaspora.

Yaddithians are lanky creatures whose limbs bend in ways that would seem to make more sense for insects than mammals, but their skin is thick and wrinkly rather than chitinous. Meanwhile, their most prominent facial feature is their tapir-like trunk nose, capable of similar levels of flexibility.

We don’t know very much about yaddithian society given their world is dead and their people scattered, but we do know that they mastered powerful magic and technology. As such, one can assume that they are open and scientifically-minded. And while the wizard Zkauba was disgusted with Randolph Carter sharing a body with him, it’s unclear if it was disgust with what Randolph was, or with the unbidden intrusion.

However, honestly unless the story you want to tell focuses on Yaddith before it’s destruction, stories involving yaddithians are less about their society and more about the lack of society, of being one of the last of their kind struggling with the isolation and the distance they feel with other civilizations across the cosmos.

Yaddithians are tough and smart, but their alien mindsets make empathy with other species difficult.

They are somewhat sluggish for their size, but possess excellent night-eyes and the ability to survive in a vacuum.

Though they prefer magic and science, they do sport powerful claws which can be used in a pinch.

Their thick, wrinkly skin is also quite tough and hard to penetrate.

A yaddithian’s mind is shockingly good at retaining information, especially magical information, meaning that not only can they more easily recall knowledge, but they have no need for spellbooks or familiars, able to reference and prepare their magic directly from memory, though the process of memorizing such magic still requires expensive herbs to help them concentrate on committing them to memory.

Nearly immortal, yaddithians have lifespans measured in millenia, never seeming to age after maturity and being completely immune to magical aging by virtue of there simply being no difference that such paltry magics can latch onto.

With their intelligence bonus and ability to never worry about losing a spellbook or familiar, yaddithians are just begging to be paired up with the witch or wizard class. However, that’s not all they’re good for. Though it doesn’t say so specifically, I’d argue that this applies to formulae books as well, making alchemist and investigator very viable options, especially with the bonus to knowledge checks as well. Their con bonus also makes them surprisingly durable, making kineticist and melee classes quite viable, especially magus. The wisdom penalty does mean that non-oracle or paladin divine classes have some hampering, but it’s nothing these brilliant and ancient beings can’t get around.

[winniethewife]

You Can’t Always Save Everybody.

(Miguel O’hara x Spidersona!Scarlette Web)

Chapter 1

Words:1467

Warning; Angst, Violence

A new super villain with the moniker Scarlette Web was causing problems. There was no precedent for this in any other universe. But she wasn't an anomaly. She was supposed to be there. But why wasn't the local spider stopping her? Miguel, Peter B. And Gwen go to the universe in question to investigate.

 “She should have been capable enough to defeat this Scarlet Web person on her own with no complications.” Miguel says to the group as they stake out a high up building. He couldn’t help but feel uneasy. Just then they hears a voice from behind him.

“Miguel O'Hara. I'm surprised it took you this long to come investigate. You're usually so on top of these disruptions in canon.” There stood the Scarlett Web. Her dark red and black suit was quite reminiscent of a classic Spiderman suit, with additions, high heel boots, bracers, and a cowl. What really bothered him was that her voice was really familiar. And the way she held herself.

“Sarlette web, I presume?” Miguel questioned

“In the flesh.” She says with a sadistic tone in her voice. She uses web shooters to stick him to the wall behind him. Something they didn’t expect. Miguel found it impossible to move, this was not normal webbing. He struggled to get out as she fought off the others.

“Woah, Hey wait you like know all my good moves!” Peter exclaims as She easily fights him off and easily webs his arms together and kicks his legs out from under him. Gwen was to busy fighting off some spider-like robots too even have a second to notice Scarlette approach, she puts her hand over Gwen’s mouth and some kind of sleeping agent penetrates her mask and she’s out cold.  

“Nice to see some familiar faces.” She snidely remarks as she walks up to Miguel. “How’s the new web formula I created? Several times stronger than what you use at the society. Plus with the added bonus is the more you struggle the harder it is to get out.”

“No way hang on…Miguel…it’s-” Peter realizes who they were dealing with.

“Valentine…” Miguel is taken by surprise.

Valentine Foxx joined the Spider-society early on, an amazing inventor, she was a little cold a little distant. She had lost her husband just under a year before, they had been together since sophomore year of high school, It hadn’t helped when a man almost identical to her husband had shown up and asked her to become a part of the Spider Society.

Her Miguel was thinner, less muscular, he had several tattoos and piercings, he was a Bassist for a Punk band that was just starting to get popular when the unthinkable happened. A shooting at a concert, Miguel was declared DOA, dead on arrival. Valentine was fighting Green Goblin the night it happened. There was nothing she could have done. Valentine had hardly recovered, when The figure of Miguel O’hara, Spiderman 2099, came into her life.

Although He looked like her husband they had very little in common personality wise. What surprised most that knew either of the two however was they became fast friends. Miguel had a soft spot for her, and she let down her barriers of ice for him. It seemed like they had really found solace in each other’s company. That was until everything had happened with Miles, and Miguel closed her out. No more patrols together, No more quite afternoons in the lab, no more slightly drunken escapades where they got closer than they should have, none of that. Valentine felt like she had lost everything all over again. So one day, She portaled home, threw her gizmo in a drawer and wasn’t seen for months…until now.

 ~

She was so different now, it felt wrong. Miguel struggled against the webs, only to get himself further stuck.

“You’re not Valentine…” Miguel hissed. “She would never do this!” But that voice…

 “Believe it O'hara!” She hissed before pulling her mask off to reveal her face. It was most definitely Valentine. Those piercing midnight eyes, the beautiful raven hair, the porcelain skin. That was definitely her. “How far the mighty have fallen hm? A spider woman switching sides? Inconceivable right? Well here I am.” She continues in that venomous tone with a smirk on her face as she watches his reaction.

 “This isn’t you…” Miguel said “What the hell happened to you?” he questioned, as her voice caused him to flinch every now and then. It was almost unsettling, to hear her voice say such things.

“Oh this is me Miguel. This is the me you created...”she chuckles slightly “what the hell happened to me? You. You happened to me. You got under my skin. Made me think I was doing good for the multiverse. Made me think that all the suffering I went through was worth it. Being spider woman is about sacrifices. The choices we make along the way. With great power comes great responsibility....” She mocks him before coming in really close and turning off his holographic mask. “All that bullshit you tell us right?”

“You’ve lost your way…” Miguel stated, the truth stinging. “You went off the deep end…” Miguel could see it in her eyes, she meant what she said. He was responsible for letting things get this far, he pushed one of his closest friend too far.

“Oh yeah I got pretty fucking lost. Went from having a community, a close friend, someone I thought I could trust with my entire self.” Her eyes glare into his with intensity. “But then I just became a thorn in your side right? I was easily discarded. It's easy to forget about little Valentine.” She sneers at him. “Poor little spider girl, hangs on Miguel's every word, practically worshipped the ground he walked on, wanted nothing more than to be his friend, his confidant…” She grabs his hair and pulls it up hard hitting his head into the wall. “Easy to lose track of her right?”

Valentine was truly gone.

“You’re not Valentine! Where’s the Valentine I know! What happened to her?!” Miguel questioned, as he began writhing. He began to get angrier and angrier with her.

“Oh, at first she just cried...for days. Wondering what she did wrong. One day there was a knock at the door and she thought for sure it was you. There to make everything better. But no!” She pulls his hair again so He's looking directly at her. “After that she hid in the closet for a couple days. Eventually she finally got mad. And once she got mad she got pissed. And now she...is me.” She narrows her eyes at him.

“You… are insane.” he hissed. Every time she pulled his hair or hurt him in some way Miguel felt like he was losing his mind. As she spoke that dark smile on her faces pissed him off. Her words were getting under his skin, and it was infuriating.

“Oh, if you think I'm insane now...”she kissed her teeth. “At first I just wanted you to fucking pay attention. I just wanted you to notice. But I quickly figured out, it's a lot of fun to be the bad guy.” She grins at him as she yanks his head back hitting his head on the wall again before laughing. “If it's so bad why does it feel so damn good?” She pulls his face closer to hers and she grins at him with a sadistic evil glint in her eye. Miguel tried struggling, but the more he tried, the more stuck he got.

“Damn it. She really is crazy…” Peter says quietly.

The way she looked was unsettling. Her dark eyes blood shot, her every word dripping with venom.

“You aren’t My Valentine though.” Miguel hissed. ”My Valentine wouldn’t do this.”

She tuts her tongue at him and releases his hair before grabbing him by the chin. As she made him look into her eyes the smile faded from her face.

“You keep telling yourself that. Whatever lets you sleep at night Miggy.” She uses that nickname the one he only lets her use. For flash of a second he can see his Valentine in her eyes as the shimmer slightly with tears. She closes her eyes and lets his face go. Valentine starts to walk away.

“Go ahead and tell everyone back home that I’m the villain now but please... don’t forget to tell them… you created me.” She says with a sense of finality. She swings away from the scene. Knowing that although the new webbing formula was more dangerous and deadly it only lasted about an hour. And she was running out of time to get out of there before Miguel and the others were free from the webs.

~

Next chapter

Masterlist

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[hirocimacruiser]

Puma Mitsubishi Lancer Evo V

Mitsubishi TEST&SERVICE

Debuted in the second race. In qualifying, he suddenly took the first corner of R. In the finals, he was at the top for a while. 4th place in qualifying (1st in class), 4th in final (1st in class). Driver: Akihiko Nakatani/Sakae Obata.

③Suspension damper is KYB. The spring is Ralliart. ④Safety fuel tank is made by ATN. Capacity is 120ℓ. ⑤The steering wheel is MOMO buckskin. ⑥ The meter is Pi system. On the left is the Omori boost gauge. ⑦The door hinges are carved out because they hit the roll cage. (8, 9) was originally a work RS-Z (8JX 17). The tires are 225/45R17 ADVAN. 1⑩ Replace the radiator with one made by Denso. (11) The oil cooler is genuine. (12) Aero mirror is Valdisport. ⑬The rear is equipped with a differential cooler. LSD is Ralliart (viscous only in the center). (14)The roll bar passes through the bulkhead. The tower bar is Valdisport. There was a WRC plan for the ECU, but the current one is the original. Commercialization is also under consideration. (15)The muffler is thin, about 80mm. (16)The yellow part on the console is the starter, and the one below is the water spray. (17) The roll cage is for FIA-approved rallies. (18) shift is a sword. The knob is a small screwdriver, which is my preference. (19) seats are Valdisport Type II. (20) The roll cage looks like a bird cage. Please compare it with the Impreza on the right.

In the second race, they defeated the Nissan Development Team's GT-R. The tire size/tread has been expanded since Evo IV, reducing the time by approximately 2 seconds.

Exceeded IV in all aspects. There are no flaws!

``The new EVO V has solved all the shortcomings of the EVO IV . In particular, thanks to the wider tread, cornering speed has improved dramatically. It has become my specialty.'' Mr. Yamada of Test & Service maintains the ``Puma Evo,'' which achieved amazing times and came close to the G T-R. When building the vehicle, they placed emphasis on improving the suspension, which is subject to increased strain due to the increased cornering force. Therefore, in testing and service, even if a high input value is added, it cannot be accepted.

I decided to build a strong body. However, the main difference from the Impreza is that instead of welding reinforcement such as adding more spots, the main reinforcement is the extensive use of a strong roll bar that penetrates the body and is also used in WRC. Looking at each part, there are only a few welded parts. The weight is also 30kg more than the standard. This idea is common to the EVO era. With the reinforcement so far, the driver

``I can feel the movement of my feet''

It seems that the comments are satisfying. The engine has a proven track record of being packed to the hilt, starting with the Evo, and is powerful and stable enough to keep its rivals at bay. The cooling performance seems to be high, and the original oil cooler is used as is. “If we keep boiling it down like this, we can last for at least one fight.”

Nakatani seemed to be breathing heavily.

PROVA Eifel Dunlop GC8 Impreza

Debuted in last year's final race! Suddenly took first place in qualifying. This year, he will participate in the second race. 12th place in qualifying (8th in class), retired in finals. Driver: Kazuo Shimizu/Tsutomu Shibuya.

④ The fuel tank is 120ℓ. (5, 6, 7) All aero parts are Prova. The side duct is effective in cooling the brakes. ⑧⑨ The tires are DL/Formula R (205/ 50R16) and the Enkei Sports 7.5J x 16. (10) differential cooler is made by Calsonic. (11) The Prova damper and spring are Swift from Tokyo Spring. (12) Two oil coolers are installed on the engine and one on the transmission. In particular, the latter has a high calorific value and is a must-have item. The radiator is also a large capacity type. ⑬The steering wheel is Impul 913 special. (14)The engine is STi tuned. Management is the same as for WRC cars. The roll cage has been changed and the battery has been made smaller. (15)The seat is full carbon made by Mooncraft. (16) The roll cage is very simple. (17,18) meter is Pi system. On the console, from the right, there is a transmission oil pump, a differential oil pump, and a reserve tank switch for using up to the last liter. Below is a display switch for the Pi data logger. ⑲The square plate visible at the back of the rear center section is the weight. (20) The rear suspension mounting area has been fully reinforced with welding.

This is the first car that Fuji Heavy Industries has officially started working on, from rally to circuit. Once you get used to the world of racing, it can be intimidating.

Unexpected or unexpected. 4 doors are more rigid than 2 doors

``Thanks to the horizontally opposed engine, everything is symmetrical, which means excellent weight balance.This is the lifeblood and appeal of this car.Also, by making full use of the four-wheel drive provided, cornering performance is improved. However, it's the direction of the settings. Thanks to this, the advantage is that you can turn with the same feeling whether it's a rainy day or a sunny day.'' Mr. Fukushima from Bulova Race Garage will be participating in the race. However, the design is older than its rivals, and it seems that the body rigidity is completely lacking, so strengthening it is necessary for the vehicle.

The most important item in production. especially the way it twists

It is said that reinforcement has been focused on the suspension mounting area (to increase suspension rigidity). Also, since last year, the use of flashy two-doors has been allowed in Super Taikyu, but the only reason why four-doors are still used is because they are highly rigid.

The roll cage isn't used much either visually. This was done to reduce weight, and only the minimum necessary parts were included after thorough body reinforcement. The weight was 30kg lighter than the standard, and 30kg was placed as weight on the passenger seat and rear center to thoroughly improve the weight balance. The body is completely finished, but is this it?

Their problem is the engine. It's a little lacking in power. If I go up a little bit more, I can catch up with EVO. It seems like STi's hard work will determine what happens next.

[magnetarbeam]

Star Wars Technical Worldbuilding Notes 1

Economy of motion would, realistically, be a pretty big thing in space combat tactics. The thrust given by an ion engine and the recoil/kinetic component of a laser or an ion cannon follow the same formula, so a capital ship that has all its power diverted to weapons is effectively applying acceleration equal to its engines in the direction that's opposite the aim of its guns.

The way I currently imagine it, capital ships involved in a serious line of battle would probably assume an even posture, firing the engines only to balance out the recoil of its cannons, for a net acceleration of zero. This doesn't mean the fleet is at rest relative to anything else, since it retains its existing velocity.

Maybe a common move would be to accelerate at full burn for a few minutes after dropping out of hyperspace to hit something like 0.1c before cutting thrust and coasting to engagement range. The point being to build up enough velocity in advance of an engagement that you can divert most or all power to weapons in the opening salvos without the recoil killing your forward velocity.

All else being equal, a ship fleeing pursuit would be at a significant advantage in that objective during exchanges of cannon fire, since the pursuit would be set back by their own recoil, while the ship fleeing is accelerated by shots that don't penetrate its shield.

So in this model of capital ship combat, missiles are useful not only because of the guidance and that they allow a ship to punch above its reactor output, but they allow you to attack without impacting your overall velocity.

I do think the X-Wing books take it a little bit too far, but my theory at this point is that a minimalistic model for galactic fleet scaling makes for better storytelling, because it gives you more of a chance to get to know each ship and its crew and each squadron and their pilots. Thereby giving more opportunity for readers to get invested. Logical fleet scales for an entire galaxy would mean having to use scientific notation to write out the number of ships in a battle, anyway.

One idea I've played with recently regarding logistics is that maybe the impact of large gravity wells on hyperspace could be written in such a way that the fixed installations needed to extract raw hypermatter from hyperspace are most efficient in high-gravity conditions, and so are most often built deep in large gas giants. I like that because fortifying and laying siege to a gas planet would be a very different task than a terrestrial planet. Such a siege would be especially difficult because its defenders have a practically unlimited supply of fuel for planetary shields and defensive cannons.

Headcanonically, hypermatter is created in hyperspace as a side effect of the passage of mass-energy through hyperspace. It is kind of a chicken-or-the-egg situation in terms of the questions it begs about the early history of space travel, but that goes to show how established galactic society is, that they haven't had to worry about that since their civilization's prehistory.

[saintmeghanmarkle]

Move over HDTudor. Narcissism is Prof Sam Vaknin's area of interest because he too was one. The following YT about why narcissists are irresistible (to some) is jaw-droppingly insightful. Not about H &amp; M but it explains their relationship to a T. by u/Positive-Vibes-2-All

Move over HDTudor. Narcissism is Prof Sam Vaknin's area of interest because he too was one. The following YT about why narcissists are irresistible (to some) is jaw-droppingly insightful. Not about H & M but it explains their relationship to a T. Very briefly here are some main points, points he covers in much greater detail1- Narcs convey the message that they are open to all sexual kinks however over time sex becomes formulaic because narcs are never really involved during sex, they are simply performing a role2 - Narcs are polarizing - some people react to them with disgust, others are utterly entranced3 - Because they create chaos and confusion people who like high risk among other things are very attracted to them. They sense narcs are dangerous and that is a turn on4 - Narcs appear to be highly confident and this attracts people who have certain traits such as co-dependency among other things (which he discusses in more detail) . Their confidence makes their partners who have never felt confident themselves to feel supremely confident and sexy. Furthermore their self-confidence is associated with parental authority and this sparks a regression in the partner. The partner feels that the narc is like a parent who will take care of them.These are just some points he covers. I'm not dissing on HD Tudor, I'm just saying this guy too has some very penetrating insights into narcissism. I'm just bowled over by how much of what he says applies to H & M.NILF: Why Narcissists are Irresistible, Sexy (to some)https://youtu.be/InB9NuDEXwY​ post link: https://ift.tt/Xazsho5 author: Positive-Vibes-2-All submitted: December 31, 2023 at 08:40AM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit

[ilhoonftw]

fyi cosmetic brands are not exactly honest about concentration in cosmetics, just use whatever you can afford. every country has different regulations regarding the order of things on ingredients list. i used to see a lot of 'omg they reformulated!' posts on polish skincare groups whenever korean brand started selling stuff officially and had to re-write ingredients list order to comply with eu regulations (you can't sell a foreign made beauty product without ingredients list translated). normally the order goes from 'most to least' but under certain % you can list the ingredients in whatever order you want. so some companies move ingredients that are most enticing to the consumers up front. let's say a formulation has 4 ingredients that are under a 10% mark that allows order randomization. it should go 9% preservative 8% fragrance 7% fatty alcohol 3% herb extract 2% trehalose. but the brand knows consumers won't like that so they usually move the last 2 i mentioned to the front. it's legal. another things is sunscreens notoriously being sold as spf 50+ and later on independent tests show that the accurate rating is spf 2. or the trend where brands release products with super high % of active substance when it's not only not recommended by derms to use this much but also you consumers can injure their skin. it's better to use lower % on regular basis over longer period of time. and who knows if the % is even legit and if the rest of the formula actually is designed in a way that allows the active to penetrate the skin and do anything. collagen serums for one won't do much except moisturize. they won't smooth out wrinkles idk. skincare industry is focused on selling shit to women and alike, which is kinda vile considering how much hormones can wreck your skin even if you do "everything right". and your body is running on hormones and skin is ever-changing

[butterco]

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[cadybear420]

My thoughts on the 2022 Choices releases so far

Even though it's long past 2022, I still wanna do one for its books I was active that year. Not for 2021 though, since I was still very new to the app starting in that year. I am currently working on a masterlist for all Choices books though.

Some of these books, I have not fully read or caught up with yet, but I'm still providing my opinion on what I anticipate for them.

Surrender

I'll put this as briefly as I can. They try to push the story as being about a MC who escapes a toxic partner and rediscovers herself through BDSM. Except the love interest in question Reagan is toxic towards her from Day Fucking One. And the writers say it wouldn't make sense for MC to dom right away, except they had no problem making her want to be Reagan's sub right away.

Ms. Match

The MC and LI's banter was fun, but other than that, this one was really forgettable and flavorless.

Untameable

Nope nope nope. This book was just so empty and filled with forcing high stakes where there are none. Kit has zero personality to me, and the only thing that makes the romance "forbidden" is that Austin will throw a baby temper tantrum once he finds out.

It wasn't even the "dumb fun smut" kind of bad that TNA 1 was. It was just... nothing. Heck, it didn't even feel all that smutty outside of like those CGs. No idea why it got a sequel but hey, Unbridled so far seems like it will be much better.

Crimes of Passion

This one was alright. The MC's character and their dynamic with Trystan was certainly very refreshing to the usual Choices formulas. And the story was interesting enough. But besides that, I found it overall mostly lukewarm and there wasn't much that stood out to me.

The Princess Swap

It's exactly what it was on the title, and I think it did that job alright. A little more effort could have gone into it but it was still a sweet and fun little "Prince and the Pauper" story.

The Cursed Heart

This one was alright. I certainly could have done without Kieran's more abusive behaviors, but it was otherwise a pretty solid story. Definitely one of those books that's much more interesting when played as anything other than wlm.

And I think we can all agree that this one is visually just gorgeous. The backgrounds, the outfits, etc.

The Nanny Affair 3

This one has to be the worst of the 3 Nanny Affair books. The whole drama with Addison reads like an r/AmITheAsshole post made for validation purposes. And the Jenny/Aditya plotline was so blatantly a proxy affair so that PB could have that accidental pregnancy plot that they couldn't have with Sam and MC. Cause let's be real, they totally would have had Sam knock up MC at the gala in Book 1 if not for the fact that they're GOC.

But I'll give them one thing though. This is probably the first and only book I have ever seen that allowed a female character (MC in particular) to penetrate her male LI's bootyhole. Yes kiddies, in the first smut scene in Ch 1, you get an option to play with Sam's ass, and they describe you slipping a finger between his cheeks. Sucks that we're still waiting for some proper cheek-clapping one and a half years later though.

Immortal Desires

This one was pretty fun. Definitely another one where playing anything but wlm (well, 100% wlm) will be a more interesting experience.

I don't think it's quite as brilliant as Bloodbound, story-wise. Though one thing it does do better than BB is not being pointlessly genderlocked. That being said, it does have a sequel coming soon. So it's not exactly complete enough to be fully compared.

Murder at Homecoming

Definitely one of the better, if not the best, release of 2022. The story is a bit linear, but it works. And I do love how they incorporated queer themes into the story, like with how your MC can talk about (if any) their own queer experience and how romantic dialogue with Tyler changes if your MC is male or enby to talk about how he used to think he was straight.

My only real problem is that it didn't feel like Perdita had as much importance in the story as the writers clearly wanted her to have, and that made it harder to get invested in it. That being said, I think not learning what really happened to her was a fairly nuanced ending and while I'd love a sequel to the story, having us find out what really happened would be a major disservice to that nuance.

The Phantom Agent

Ohhhh this one is such a guilty pleasure for me. I'm a total sucker for secret agent/spy stories and James Bond-esque stuff and this one was great for that. Is it one of their best-made stories? No. But it's certainly a very refreshing and enjoyable one.

Also props to this for being probably the only GOC-LI romance story I've ever seen where the wlm version is actually refreshing for once. It especially shows with the interactions with characters like Nurse Lou and Alexis Reid, but Agent Grey and even Rowan have a few good moments too.

Slow Burn

This one was such a dissappointment holy god. It's just 95% helping out a bunch of randos with their restaurants and MC barely gets to do any actual cooking.

[communistkenobi]

The existence of such ignorance and confusion as we find in the interviews of subjects, particularly when we consider the relatively high educational level which they as a group represent, has to be regarded as ominous, no matter whether the subjects in question score high or low on our scales. The configuration of technical skill and the "realism" of "looking after oneself" on the one hand, and of the stubborn refusal intellectually to penetrate reality on the other, is the very climate in which fascist movements can prosper. Where this outlook prevails, a critical situation may easily lead to the general acceptance of formulae which are today still regarded as prerogatives of the "lunatic fringe."

This seems to be the synthesis to the tension of the other findings in the study. There is a definite limit to the idea of “re-educating” fascists and reactionaries, that truth will always prevail and that the biggest hurdle reactionaries face is a lack of access to information. I think the authors’ sample being largely middle class is to their benefit in this regard, because it puts the lie to this idea - these people are largely educated at the college and university level, they have the means to educate themselves in virtually any manner they choose, which means their ignorance can be regarded as actively anti-intellectual. It also highlights how reductive the idea that “rural hicks” are the primary drivers of bigotry, that poverty is the reason for backwards views. It certainly doesn’t help, obviously, but access to education does not inherently produce a well-informed public.

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Prayer among the Kwakwiutl

Kwakwiutl Ethnography, Franz Boas. note that the original text includes the kwakwiutl words for but im just typing up the translations because i dont have the symbols. my notes in parentheses+italics

All nature, the heavenly bodies, rocks and islands, waterfalls, animals, and plants are being of supernatural power who man can approach with prayer, whose help he can ask, and to whom me may express his thanks. Prayers do not have a fixed form that makes them potent by the power of the repetition of the formula. They are all similar in form but express the emotion that fills the one who appeals for help or renders his thanks. At the end of a prayer, the supplicant himself answers, "Hau, it will happen that way".

The powers are addressed by honorific names; animals, by descriptive names that differ from their everuday names, without being exactly honorific or sacred. All are addressed as "Supernatural One". The sun is the Great-Chief or Father. Dangerous places are called Old-Man, Great-Owner-of-the-Weather; plants used as food or medicine are called Life-Owner, Long-Life-Maker

A number of these terms have the ending "-Making-Woman" like the last or like Rich-Making-Woman, and Right-Making-Woman. Evil powers are named in analogous forms, such as Short-Life-Maker-Woman and Killing-Woman. I am not at all certain whether these terms are nowadays in any way felt as personifications. They are also applied to very specific action, such as such as Sore-Healing-woman and in ordinary speech, such as poor (literally "pitiable-making-woman"), which is used as an adjective.

The olachen (note: usually eulachon or candlefish, a ~6-inch fatty river fish) is addressed as Chief-of-the-Upper-Side-of-our-World (?! what could this mean? perhaps because they swim up rivers to spawn, towards the mountains?). Salmon are generally called Swimmers. The halibut is called Born-to-be-Giver-in-the-House, Scenting-Woman, Flabby-Skin-in-the-Mouth, Squint-Eye; the beaver Throwing-Down-in-one-Day, Tree-Feller, Weather-Owner (connection to "owner of the weather" for dangerous places? perhaps because beavers make trees fall, dangerous, and falls from the sky like weather?)

Halibut Hooks are called Younger-Brothers

When praying, the supplicant stands still or sits down in front of the one he is praying to and directs his eyes at him.

At sunrise the Indian may pray to the sun, "Welcome, Great Chief, Father, as you come and show yourself this morning. We come and meet alive. Oh, protect me and let nothing evil befall me today, Father!"

"Look at me, Chief, that nothing evil may befall me this day which is made by you as you desire, Great-One-Walking-to-and-fro-all-over-the-World, Chief!"

When caught in a gale at sea, the canoe man prays to the sun, "Press down the sea in your world, Great Chief, Father, that it may become good, that your world may become right on the water, Great Father!"

Dangerous rocky islands and points are called Old-Man. In passing one of these in rough water, the traveler will pray "Look at me, Old-Man! Let the weather made by you spare me (so the source of danger from the weather is also the cause of the weather? perhaps sense that the rocks want to be broken up on? almost like cui bono), and, pray, protect me that no evil may befall me while i am traveling on this sea, Old-Man, that i may arrive at the place to which I am going, Great-Supernatural-One, Old-Man", or when passing in good weather,

"Oh Old Man, I pray before you. Have mercy and watch the weather that you are making, that it may remain calm at sea, Good-Supernatural-One; protect me, that the words of those who hate me may not penetrate me, that what they wish to do to me may just go into them" (belief that bad weather is caused by enemy magic? unclear)

A cascade in Knight Inlet is so high and full that it causes a strong wind and heavy spray at its foot. When the Indians go there for olachen fishing, they undress, and the whole tribe visit the falls in their canoes. One man stands up in his canoe and prays, "Welcome, Old-Man, we have come and meet alive. I have asked you for this, Great-Supernatural-One, last year when I came, I beg you to have mercy and to blow off all evil from us, all our sickness, Great-Supernatural-One, so that we may come to life. Protect our sickness, Great-Supernatural-One, and also, please, let the weather you are making be fine, Great-Good-Supernatural-One, you who are not a common person, Old-Man"

The workman will also pray to the material or tool he is going to use in his work

[section about praying to a tree you are about to fell, a trap you are building, and a net you are using to catch fish]

The hunter prays to his game or other animals he encounters. After killing a grizzly bear, he says, "O Great-Supernatural-One, you are lying there, overcome by me, friend! I have struck you first with my death bringer. Listen to me, Supernatural-One, now i will take by war your power of not respecting anyone or anything, of being fearless, and your wildness, great, good Supernatural-One"

After killing a beaver, he prays, "Welcome, friend Throwing-Down-in-One-Day, you Tree-Feller, for you have agreed to come to me. I wanted to catch you because I wish you to give me your ability to work, that I may be like you, for there is no work that you cannot do, you Throwing-Down-in-One-Day, you Tree-Feller, you Owner-of-Weather, and also that no evil befall me in what I am doing, friend"

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