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[airex03534]

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[softnonsensesoftmind]

i’m just gonna drop this and then scurry away like a rat

[barlowstreet]

“I'd pick Texas cause I'd still want to know you.”

oh my god are you kidding me 😭😭😭😭😭😭 my heart

may i ask if/when you have plans on posting the fics you are posting snippets of? :)

<3 Joel's just like

And trying not to show it XD

Hooooonestly I'm not sure. I'm very much a fiddler and I like to edit things a lot before I post them, and I haven't had a ton of time lately because life has just been. Exploding.

Might post next Friday or the week after? I really am not sure.

[twilightkitkat]

HEAR ME OUTTTTT YALL

Logan's bones are made of metal, right? And while adamantium is a fictional element, metals tend to follow a set of properties.

One primary property is that the majority of metals are conductors. This is reinforced in The Wolverine movie wherein the adamantium sword conducts heat extremely well to be able to cut off Logan's claws.

Therefore, Logan's bones are conductors (for both heat and electricity).

Most human bones (like Wade's) are insulators. This makes bones more resistant to electricity as compared to the rest of the human body, which is an electrical conductor because it's composed of water and ions.

I know the dark matter is different, but from how we see it flow through the veins and transfer we can assume it's conducted as well.

THEREFORE, THE REASON LOGAN WAS ABLE TO ALMOST INSTANTLY FORGE THE CONNECTION WAS BECAUSE HIS BONES CONDUCTED THE ELECTRICITY EASILY. AND IT WOULD ALSO MEAN THAT HIS PAIN WOULD BE SIGNIFICANTLY WORSE THAN WADE'S. BECAUSE HE LITERALLY FEELS IT RUNNING THROUGH HIS BONES, JITTERING HIS VERY SKELETON?? BUT HE STILL KEPT HOLDING ON JUST TO SAVE WADE.

Also, this means that his bones would retain heat. If he sits in front of the fire and gets heated up, he'd feel it in his bones. This means the human heater headcanons are 100% true, because he'd literally be hot metal wrapping around Wade if he's kept warm.

Inversely, however, this would mean his bones become cold due to a lack of heat. Metal oftentimes expands in hot conditions and contracts in cold conditions (which is why they leave gaps between train tracks to accommodate for this without them breaking).

So Logan would 100% get aches with cold weather because even if his body was more resistant, he can feel the chill in his bones and how they don't sit quite right and everything is too stiff and doesn't fit. (And Wade would need to heat him up instead because of this.)

Plus his thermal regulation would be compromised because it seeps into his bones instead of just his flesh. Imagine you get in front of a fan and your skin feels cool but your bones are hot. Logan would be temperature-sensitive, but he'd try to hide it because he's used to it (having lived in the mountains for years) and doesn't know what to do. (And so when Wade comes along and cares and tries to help him regulate, he nearly chokes up because it's so much easier to cope.)

[velvetlilith777]

Fighting Frostbite

Elliott x Fem Reader

18+ NSFW 🌨️ MDNI

Author's Note: heheheeheeeee I saw this post on Pinterest and knew our favorite author would be perfect for the plot! <3 I hope you enjoy!

Synopsis: A ruthless blizzard has made its way into Stardew Valley, separating you from your beloved poet. When enough is enough and Elliott makes the trek to your farmhouse, his hands get a little too cold...

Disclaimer: I am not someone who subscribes to the popular idea that Elliott isn't rough in bed! That man loves you, and he's gonna give it to you 🫶🏻

CW/TW: there's really a plot here if you squint but it's actually just full on smut, unprotected p in v, oral (male receiving), deep throating, hand job (female receiving), the poet is hung your honor, praise kink baddies rise, frostbite mentioned but not legit

Minors and ageless blogs do not interact! You will be blocked.

Word Count: ~1.9k

Dividers by: @bernardsbendystraws (trees) and @animatedglittergraphics-n-more (snow) 🖤

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Smut under the cut!

The forecast had been bleak. Well into the deep of winter now, meteorologists had been warning of a vicious snow storm moving in for weeks, with temperatures falling well below freezing. Yesterday she came in fast and with a fury, burying the valley in feet of snow with no sign of stopping in the coming days.

But farm work stopped for nothing, the weight from the snowpack breaking and warping some of the older fencing you hadn't been able to replace yet, having to repair holes you weren't aware were causing drafts in your barns, troubleshooting a broken heater and of course, feeding and caring for the dozens of little lives you kept on your property.

It had been a long, arduous and frigid day, all you wanted was to run a hot bath, warm your skin and relax your muscles. So that's what you did, adding some lavender epsom salt as water fell from the faucet and lighting a few candles to set the mood. You finally sink into the steaming water, skin tingling with warmth as your mind lulls off.

Elliott on the other hand, wanted nothing more than to see you. He knew the weather was bad and you had been busy because of it, but it had been days since you’d been able to see each other. Deciding that enough was enough, he bundled himself in his thick, wool coat and scarf before heading out into the bitter climate. It had been too long since he’d seen his muse, so if a trek through heaps of snow was what separated the two of you, then he’d certainly do it.

Creaks cry out from the old hinges on the farmhouse door, causing your eyes to pop open. You aren’t expecting anyone, but your mind eases when you hear a familiar, deep voice call out.

“Hello?”

Elliott. It’s just Elliott.

“In here!” You melodically call.

“Oh, there you are my love. Staying warm?” His face flush from his trek in the outside elements.

“Trying.” You rest your head and arms on the side of the tub, looking up at the writer fondly. “My heater is struggling to keep up but the water is nice.”

“It looks like it,” He lets out a hearty chuckle at the steam still dissipating in the air as he places his scarf and coat on the counter next to your sink.

Elliott kneels down beside the tub, placing a kiss on your temple as he does so.

“So sorry for arriving unannounced, darling. I simply missed you too much to wait for this storm to pass before seeing you again.” He coos, reaching his hand to cup your cheek.

“Elliott!” You jump at his icy touch. “You’re freezing!”

Taking his hand in yours, you begin to examine his skin. Cherry red flush colors his knuckles and finger tips.

“I don't think it’s frostbite,” you remark, “ but just in case.” In one swift motion you shove his hands into the water next to you. The redhead sucks in a breath through his teeth, flesh burning at the sudden change in temperature. “You should've worn gloves, handsome.”

He chuckles. “Yes I suppose I should've. An unfortunate oversight on my part. I was just in such a rush to get here that I forgot.”

Your brows furrow. “Elliott, you have to take care of yourself for me. What if you lost all of your fingers to frostbite?”

Pulling a hand out of the water and placing it gently between the thighs near your knees, he squeezes the chub lovingly.

“Have I told you that I missed you already?”

“You may have mentioned it.” Your saccharine voice tails off.

“Let me say it again” his voice low, “because I really, really missed you sweetheart.”

Elliott catches your lips in a sensual kiss, his movements slow but firm. Eventually, his tongue pushes through your lips and begins dancing with your own. Your arms wrap around his neck, in an effort to pull him closer despite the tub wall separating the two of you. His hand kneading at the flesh of your leg harder now, sending heat rushing down to your core. A whine finds its way from your throat to his mouth, a growl leaving his in response.

The author pulls away from your lips, dragging your bottom lip for a moment with his. You stare into each other's eyes, mesmerized by your lust.

His large hand slowly slides down the inside of your thigh towards where you need him the most, his sight never leaving your face despite yours watching his wrist sink beneath the water. Your legs spread open as he’s nearing his destination, the need in your stomach growing tighter and tighter.

Gasping as his fingers find your clit, your eyes lock back onto his as he begins to rub small circles around the bundle of nerves. Speeding up to a moderate pace, his lips mold into a soft smile as moans start spilling out of yours. Your gaze never leaving the other’s until the coil in your stomach starts burning hotter. Obscene sounds getting louder and louder, falling out of your mouth more rapidly as you throw your head back. Elliott dips his head down taking a damp nipple into his mouth, sucking and nipping at the mound, making your pussy throb and your toes curl.

“Ri-Right there El.” Are the first words you’ve mustered in minutes. His fingers ruthless against the bud, melting your brain. “Stay there and I’ll cum.”

His digits remain where you tell him, but his pace speeds up. Your core begins tingling, burning as cries are torn from your throat. Water is swirling about the tub due to his movements, sloshing around and mixing with your voice in a symphony of his efforts to have you reach your climax.

“Show me how much you missed me beautiful,” He mutters against your skin, kissing his way up to your collarbone before marking the sweet spot. “Let go for me, love.”

In the following seconds, the heat in your stomach boils over. His name is torn from your throat, and he thinks it may be the sweetest sound he’s ever heard. Cunt pulsing under his touch and muscles twitching as his motions continue. What once was pure water is mixed with your juices gushing out of your sweet hole. Your hands find his shoulders, anchoring themselves on them as your vision goes fuzzy.

You ride through your orgasm, his fingers working you through it as he mutters “That’s it. There’s my beauty.”

You press your lips to his as his movements still, hungrily and desperately. Tangling your hands in each other's hair, gasping and puffing in between sloppy kisses.

“Need more of you,” you pant against his mouth.

He pulls away, your chests heaving in unison.

“You've always been able to have as much of me as you desire, gorgeous.”

Without hesitation, you're picked up bridal style and taken to your bed, being sat at the foot of it.

Your hands rush to his belt as he pulls his sweater over his head, broad chest flexing in the moonlight beaming through your window. Once the button on his pants has been undone, he feverishly pushes them down, his heavy cock springing up as it's freed.

Knees hitting the floor as you sit before him, hand taking his member as you run your tongue along the underside. His long fingers tangle in your hair as your tongue circles around his tip, already dripping with precum. You push his head into your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks and sucking. He draws in a breath, stopping himself from ramming his dick into the back of your throat, letting you take your time.

You finally give him what he’s craving, working your way down his shaft until you're choking, the vibration against his sensitive tip driving him crazy. Your head starts bobbing back and forth, grunts spewing from the man towering above you as you slurp and pump. Refusing to take any less of him than you can, tears start streaming from the corners of your eyes as you continue shoving him into your throat, the imprint showing through your neck. Auburn locks fall around his shoulders as he tosses his head back in ecstasy. Your tongue swirls around his tip as you speed up your ministrations, his fingers pulling even tighter on your hair.

“You're doing too well, love.” He stops your movements, pulling out of your pretty little mouth with a pop and standing you up to kiss you deeply. “I was far too close, and nowhere near finished.

The writer turns you around and pushes you onto the bed, positioning you onto all fours. He leans down and licks a stripe from your clit to your entrance before inserting two fingers, moving them in a scissoring motion to stretch you out.

“You're already so wet for me again.” Elliott muses.

You let out a moan, rocking back in his fingers before answering. “When am I not wet for you?”

He laughs heartily, “Is that so, darling? Then you must be ready for this.”

His fingers leave you empty, but it’s only for a brief moment. His thick cock lines up with your entrance, before gliding in to the hilt. Your core is stretching and burning wonderfully as he begins railing into you.

“Three days is most definitely too long to be away from my muse” he grunts out between thrusts. Your tits bounce stunningly as his hips rock aggressively into hours, marks forming from his fingers holding onto your flesh.

“G-god Elliott,” You sob out. “You feel so goo-od.”

Elliott knows your body well, but that doesn't mean his heart ever swells any less when you tell him that he’s working you right.

Freckled skin leans over your back as his lips brush the shell of your ear. “Yeah? You're taking me so well my love. So well.”

You feel that same lighting start charging inside of you, sweet little hole squelching around Elliott’s weighty girth as it drags across the velvety spot inside of you. His orgasm isn’t far behind, with you squeezing him just right and moaning out his name sinfully.

“El! El I’m gonna cum again,”

“Me too, dove. Let me feel you cum around me. Cum on my cock, darling.” He growls out.

Those words have your waves crashing into the cliff, cunt fluttering around his mass while your back arches into the mattress below you. He’s only seconds behind, white hot spurts gushing out of him as he ruts into you, thoroughly milking the both of you.

As your highs die down, you both crawl to the top of your bed, wrapping yourselves in your quilt and each other's arms fully spent. Before falling asleep you grab his hand, bringing it level with your eyesight.

“Stopped the frostbite just in time,” you giggle.

He laughs quietly and shakes his head. “Whatever would I do without you, love?”

“Clearly, we never should go days without seeing each other again so that we don't have to find out.” You smirk. “I happen to like all of your fingers.”

He snorts at your implication. “I know you do, darling. I suppose I’d have to agree. I don't want to go that long without you again.”

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Home Grown 2

Warnings: non/dubcon, stalking, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Cole Turner

This AU is called Watcher Anonymous and will include different series for different characters. This is our introduction to Cole and Eartha.

Summary: loneliness can drive one to desperate measures.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

Cole waits. It's all he can do. He's impatient. He's frustrated. He's angry.

He tenses as he feels the pressure in his core. It lodges deep in his pelvis as his hand glides up and down his dick, pumping desperately for release. He grits his teeth and growls. Almost there. Almost--

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

It's not working. It won't... won't happen. He's backed up. Bad. Worse, the damn erection won't stop. When he does finally get himself calm, it pops back up. He thought of calling a doctor but that's embarrassing. He just needs to let it out. He needs her.

He sits up, jostling the bed, and grabs his phone. The feed is still down. He wants to scream. His balls hurt. A lot. He cradles them and whimpers.

He forces himself off the mattress. He doesn't even get dressed before he goes out in the hall. The thought of anything against his dick right now is torture. Besides, his mom won't be up yet and dad can't do anything these days.

He cranks on the shower and steps under the flow. It stays cold even as he waits for it to warm up. What the hell is it now? At least the frigid water made him limp.

He gets out and stomps across the hall to his room. He grabs his robe and slippers and hurries out. He goes down to the basement to check the water heater. He uses his phone to illuminate the meter. It's not working. He touches the side, expecting to get scalded. It's freezing. Goddamn it! One thing after another.

As he slides the flashlight to off, his phone vibes. He nearly drops it. The must smell of cobwebs and dust has him pinching his nose as he swipes through his notifications.

It's working! She finally clicked on that link. He looked over the email Jensen coded. It's pretty convincing. At least, it worked on her.

He can see her through the lens of her phone. Closer than ever. She's gorgeous. He forgot how good she looks. She frowns as she keeps tapping then gives up. He sets her phone down on an angle, in some sort of stand. It faces her room as she moves around.

She just woke up too. She's in a camisole and short shorts. He's almost hypnotised at the sight of her thighs. He loves the little dimples in them. She turns her back and bends. The fabric rides up on her ass. She's so... full. He can imagine his hands on her, jiggling all that cushion. Shit, he's hard again.

He shoves his hand under his robe as he leans on the wall. She picks up the mess in her room. She can be a bit forgetful but she gets to stuff in the end. She moves around as she plucks up all the clothes and shove them in a basket.

She stands and blows a breath out. Her tit hangs over the top of her camisole and she fixes it. He squeezes tighter and his voice drones from him. He's so close. Just a little more.

As she picks the fabric from between her cheeks, he grunts. His whole body spasms as he cums. It leaks down his robe and spatters down his legs. Shit. Shit, it won't stop.

When he's finally done, he's shaking. He might just fold in on himself. Woah. He can't even imagine what it will be like to really be with her. He'll need to work on his stamina. He wouldn't want to disappoint her.

"Cole?" His mother's voice makes him flinch.

He lets go of his slimy dick and clears his throat.

"You down there? The water's not getting hot."

"I know, ma," he yells up, exasperated, "I'm working on it."

He wipes his hand on the inside of his robe. He has cum cooling on his legs and up his stomach. God, he's a mess.

He goes back to the water heater. He checks the connections and the valves. It's ancient. It's outdated. Just like everything else. It's all piling up. New heater, new tractor, new barn door.

He doesn't want to figure all this shit out. He wants to figure her out. He wants to make her a home she can be happy in. A place where she's not alone. Where he's not alone.

He sighs. He needs help. He hates to ask Jensen any more favours, but maybe there's someone else. Where can he even start?

He went on once, right at the beginning of the Discord. Jensen helped. Gave him extensive instructions. Make sure the firewall is in place and the VPN too. Don't connect without it.

He climbs the stairs and hears his mom in the kitchen. She tuts as she turns the faucet on and off, "Cole?"

"Ma, I said I'm on it." He hisses, storming past her, hoping she can't see the wet spot on his robe.

"Honey, I know--"

"Ma, please, I'm not even dressed," he stomps to the stairs and gnashes down on a growl.

He can't do this much longer. He can't take it. His sister needs to come home and his parents need to figure this out. It's time for the egg to come out of the nest.

He wipes himself off with a cold wet cloth before he goes back to his room. He props his phone up so he can watch her. She's just laying in bed, staring back at him. She must be watching something on her phone. She's so pretty.

He shakes the distraction off and goes through the instructions; firewall, VPN, remote-in. He always thought the darkweb was an urban legend or whatever. He didn't stay on it long the first time, he got too nervous. But he's desperate and he can't go through that again. He can't lose her. Ever.

[airex03534]

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[poledancingdinos]

Hostile Territory - Chapter 30

Pairing: Captain Syverson x OFC (Leah Coleman)

Word count: 3K

Warnings: Angst

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Day 754

After surviving his second Colorado winter, Sy was impatiently waiting for summer to arrive. The temperature was still a little too cold to spend a casual evening outdoors without an extra layer or two so when Sy had been invited to his buddy’s place with strict instructions to bring a bathing suit he had almost thought the guy was fucking with him.

As it turned out, the man’s property had a large hot tub that could easily fit eight people with more than enough room to cozy up with a guest. The entire back deck had clearly been adapted for the changing seasons. It was covered with roofing panels to protect from the elements, removable plastic sheeting was hung all around to cut the wind and there were lights and space heaters above the table where they’d had supper.

The first half of the evening had just been Sy and a few of the guys from base. Once they’d finished eating and had played a few rounds of cards, Lyle’s girlfriend returned with six of her friends in tow, including Strand’s girlfriend.

The mood changed after that. It wasn’t surprising that a few of the girls were obvious tag chasers. Not that the guys minded the attention. Strand, who was apparently completely at home at Lyle’s place, pulled out a game where teams took turns guessing movie titles based on either a sentence, a word or some sort of miming.

Considering Sy was behind on nearly every single aspect of pop culture imaginable, he was absolutely terrible at it. It was a relief when one of the girls announced she was going to get changed to get in the hot tub.

“Me too,” Lyle said, letting his girlfriend pull him up. “The DOMS are kicking my ass.”

That made two of them and it was partially Sy’s fault. There was hardly a spare moment where he wasn’t training as of late. Lyle found him in the gym two days before and had made the mistake of trying to keep up with Sy’s insane workout. Leah’s absence from his life was becoming more and more difficult to deal with. He missed her and he dealt with it by pushing too hard at the gym day after day then going on runs with Aika when he got home.

She’d been down exploring the yard most of the evening but had returned when she heard the unfamiliar voices. Sy just hoped that the abundance of people cooing at her around the table would be enough to keep her from jumping in the hot tub with him.

“Your dog is so cute,” a girl named Lacey said, lowering herself down in the corner opposite from Sy and dipping her legs in the water. “Is she a bomb dog?”

“Na, she’s all mine,” Sy answered, cracking a small smile at the way Aika sat at attention, watching him even while Strand stroked her head. It was a good thing Leah had insisted on the importance of the ‘stay’ command.

“I thought you said he’d gotten her back from Iraq last fall?” Michelle asked Lyle over her shoulder.

Lyle leaned back, stretching an arm over the edge of the hot tub and keeping the other on Michelle’s hip under the water. “He did. She was a stray.”

A chorus of awws sounded from every girl present.

“That is so sweet.”

“You think that’s sweet, Lacey, wait until you see the Instagram page he made for her.”

“O. M. G!” Lacey squealed, immediately lifting her phone and typing in the username Michelle recited.

Sy’s brothers had been the ones to set up the account for Aika so Leah could see all the things they got up to. Considering that they had been his first two subscribers, he had his suspicions that it hadn’t been an entirely selfless act. He didn’t go so far as to write captions as if they were from Aika’s point of view but he did occasionally stage pictures specifically to be able to share them.

“I’m getting another beer,” Lyle announced. “Sy?”

“Sure.”

Michelle slipped off Lyle’s lap, scooting closer to Sy.

“So where’s your girlfriend tonight?” she asked, too low for the others around them to hear. Three more people had joined them in the water, their laughter more than loud enough to cover up their conversation.

“I ain’t got one.”

“I call bullshit.”

Sy couldn’t help but smirk at the spunky retort.

“Do you now? Why is that?”

“Because Lacey has been literally freezing her double Ds off in the hopes that they would catch your attention and you haven’t so much as glanced her way. You’re either taken, a monk, or you play for the other team.”

It was then that Sy realized that Lacey was indeed sitting almost entirely out of the water in only her bikini. A bikini, which, after a second glance, Sy determined must have been about two sizes too small. Despite the best efforts of the men on either side of her, her attention drifted to Sy every few seconds.

“Why can’t it be none of the above?”

“Is it?” Michelle challenged.

Sy didn’t answer, choosing not to confirm nor deny what she had already figured out.

“So why are you pretending to be single then?”

Having only met her that night, Sy couldn’t be sure whether Michelle was fishing for gossip or genuinely interested in the answer.

“I’m not. It’s… Complicated.”

She raised one eyebrow, clearly waiting for him to continue. Sy considered his words for a long moment. Lyle’s girl obviously had a nose for bullshit that could rival a bloodhound’s but he couldn’t risk giving her so much of the truth that Lyle would be suspicious if she ever brought it up to him.

“She’s not ready to make anything official so, in the meantime, I’m tryin’ to show her that I’m serious about commitin’ and not fuckin’ around.”

Accepting that answer with a small hum, Michelle leaned over the edge of the hot tub to refill her wine glass. They’d all been given stainless steel cups to use in the water. It was unfamiliar at first but if the hot tub was used most weekends it made sense to have metal wine and beer glasses instead of constantly buying disposable ones. Or risk having to drain the whole thing to clean out broken glass.

“Well,” she said, holding up her now full glass, “here’s to hoping she makes up her mind or cuts you loose.”

Keeping up with his lie, Sy tapped her glass with his, muttering a low ‘me too’.

Day 770:

Sy hadn’t had any news from Leah in months. Not a single call, text or email. Knowing that there were days in their line of work when you just couldn’t come up for air did not make being on the receiving end of the silent treatment any easier.

When his phone rang out with Leah’s ringtone that morning, he could not answer the call fast enough, practically tripping over himself as he dove for the phone. Upon hearing her soft greeting, Sy took what felt like his first full breath in months.

He didn’t expect her to have much to share since the details of her ops were most likely classified, but when they had covered every small talk topic under the sun from the weather to sports to the new book Sy had started with Leah only contributing a few words, Sy got the feeling something was wrong.

“Are you okay?” he asked, getting up from the couch to let Aika back inside. “If you’re tired, I can let ya go.”

He’d been selfish to keep her on the line for so long when she’d just gotten back and was in dire need of sleep. At least she had left a message for her brother before calling him so Caleb would know she was okay as soon as he got off work.

“My umm…” Leah hesitated. “My commitment is up at the end of the year.”

For the most part, they had avoided the subject of her enlistment in the past year and a half. Sy had never asked about it outright because he didn’t want Leah to feel pressured one way or the other. If she chose not to extend to pursue their relationship more openly, he wanted it to be her own choice. Sy had had the luxury of choosing his career path up to that point without any outside pressure. Leah deserved the same courtesy.

There was no need to ask if she enjoyed her job. That was obvious to anyone who spoke to her for more than five seconds. Her decision would almost certainly come down to whether or not she was ready to give it up so soon.

An impatient whine pulled Sy out of his thoughts.

“Yeah, I remember,” Sy cleared his throat, resuming the task of wiping mud off of Aika’s paws. “Have you made a decision about it?”

Though he couldn’t see her, Sy pictured Leah pulling her hair over her shoulder and running it through her fingers as he waited for her to speak.

“I’m going to stay on.”

As prepared as he was to hear that answer, Sy still felt a pang of disappointment, his eyes falling shut as he hung his head.

“You uh… You don’t sound all too thrilled about that.”

He would have thought Leah would be happy about her decision. Nervous to tell him, sure, but also excited to progress her career. Instead, she sounded almost… Sad.

Or maybe he was just hoping that she was at least somewhat as torn up about it as he was.

“I am but…” She trailed off, letting out a sigh. “Do you think I’m making the right choice?”

“Darlin’, you’re amazin’ at what you do. You’ve already accomplished so much in such a short time, I can only imagine where you’ll go from here. I’m really fuckin’ proud of you, baby girl.”

He really did mean every word. As much as he wanted her back in his arms safe and sound, she truly was made for this job.

“Thank you for saying that.” She took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “I guess I’m just conflicted because it all feels unfair.”

“What does?”

Sy finally picked himself up from where he still knelt on the floor by the back door and made his way to the couch.

“You spent thirteen years sacrificing your personal life for your career. And now that you’re home, you’re still sacrificing your own happiness. I’m making you sacrifice your happiness.”

There was no disagreement there. Not about how she was forcing him to sacrifice his happiness—being away from Leah sucked but it wasn’t like she was to blame—but rather that it was unfair for life to have given him the perfect woman only to take her away. He was blissfully ignorant to what he was missing until his little spitfire turned his whole base upside down.

“Leah, you ain’t makin’ me do a damn thing, ya hear me? I went into this job knowin’ that if I ever had a serious girlfriend I would likely be away from her for extended periods of time. That’s a choice I made long before I ever met you.” He’d just never thought he’d actually find a woman he was willing to settle down with. “Did I expect that I would be the one away while my girlfriend stayed home? Yes. Does that mean I’m any less inclined to accept it now that the roles are reversed? Fuck no.”

Aika’s collar rattled as she stretched on the floor then shook out her coat before jumping up on the couch and plopping down with her head on Sy’s lap.

“Maybe, but this is completely different.”

“Oh yeah?” Sy challenged, resting a hand on Aika’s chest and lazily running his fingers through her fur. “How do you figure?”

“If you were with a civilian, like you probably imagined, you would be allowed to date her openly. You would be able to move in together, get married, have kids. She would be able to move with you if you were reassigned. With me, you can’t have any of that and you’re risking your career and your pension. If we’re found out, you lose everything.”

Alright, she had a point that things would be significantly easier if one of them were a civilian. She was wrong about it having to be her, though.

“Look, I won’t deny that bein’ away from you is hard.” Excruciatingly so. “But that doesn’t mean that the only way for us to get that life is by you givin’ up your career. Hell, I have to retire sooner or later. Maybe I move that up a little. I had my time, you should have yours too.”

“And then what?” she huffed, clearly agitated. “If you retire early then what’s the plan? You pack up and join me in Germany or wherever the fuck I end up next? Spend weeks on end alone and away from your family? Find a job to make ends meet because it would be way too fucking suspicious if I suddenly tried to claim spousal benefits for a newly retired major?”

By the way she was lashing out, Sy guessed this had been worrying her for some time but he was at a loss as to how to assuage her fears. Nothing he could say would reassure her because she was right. Him retiring early didn’t make a lick of sense, but at least they’d be together.

If he waited to retire at thirty-eight, they might eventually be able to go public within the following year. If Leah agreed to having kids and got pregnant as soon as they started trying, their first child might be born by the time he was forty.

Sy thought back to Ash’s words about not wanting to see his kids off to college in his sixties.

Was that what he wanted?

Who was he kidding, he’d do anything so long as it made Leah happy. He would wait five more years to be with her. He would wait until he was old and grey if that was how long it took her to decide she wanted to have kids. Or he would spend the rest of his life taking her out on adventures if she didn’t.

“I retire after my twenty, then. At most it’s five years, that’s not so bad.” He was trying to convince himself as much as her but he was doing a shit job of keeping the dejection out of his tone.

“I can’t do this for five more years, Sy,” Leah whispered.

There was a pregnant pause while Sy tried to remember how to breathe.

“Leah, what are you sayin’?”

He prayed he was wrong. Prayed he was jumping to the worst possible conclusion but there was no mistaking the definite sniffling coming from the other end of the line.

“We haven’t seen each other once in the last year and a half. I have to sneak away every time I want to talk to you or read your messages. I’m lying to the four people who are meant to trust me with their lives. We don’t even know if we’ll actually work together when all this is over because we’ve only had two real weeks together.”

Sy ran his hand over his head then down his cheek to his non-existent beard. There had to be something he could say to convince her not to do this.

Just as soon as that thought popped into his head, a wave of guilt washed over him. He’d been pressuring her into this relationship from the start, hadn’t he? First with that stupid kiss, then showing up at her house unannounced, and finally by begging her to give the whole long distance thing a chance.

It was so easy to forget how young Leah was. She behaved with the strength and maturity of someone twice her age and had suffered for every piece of life experience she gained. Maybe he was acting under the assumption that she was in the same place that he was because of it.

There wasn’t a doubt in his mind that Leah was the one, but he couldn’t blame her for not being ready to jump into a serious relationship with the first guy that came along.

Between graduating high school essentially as an orphan and giving up total control to the military, Leah had barely had a chance to live. She’d never had the chance to learn where she fit in the world.

“We’ll work,” he argued but his voice lacked any conviction.

“You can’t know that.”

He could, he just needed Leah to give them a fighting chance so she could come to know it too.

“Do you love me?” he blurted out as a last-ditch effort.

“Sy—”

“Leah, do you love me?”

He could tell she was fully sobbing now even though she must have been trying to muffle the sound with her hand.

“Yes.”

“Then we work.”

The silence stretched on for one breath. Then two. Then three before Leah finally answered. “Love isn’t supposed to hurt like this.”

Sy sagged in his seat. No, it sure as hell wasn’t. And he’d done that to her. He continued doing that to her.

“Okay,” he said on an exhale, admitting defeat. “I won’t make this harder on you by arguin’. You need space then I’ll give you space. I just hope you know that I’ll be here when you’re ready.”

“This isn’t just a temporary thing, Sy.”

“I know, I know.” He shook his head, trying to find the right words. “Just… You need me, I’m one call away.”

Before he could think of any other stupid things to say to coerce her into staying, Sy hung up the call.

[ori-anna-v-58008]

Every Morning After

(cw pain, blood)

She left you with almost nothing last night; you clung to her as long as she let you, but as a shadow leaves after the setting sun, she evacuated your quarters mere moments after piercing your neck and drinking until she was full and sick of your blood. You called out to her by name, over and over and over, words falling onto the deaf nothing of the world outside. You cursed the quiet, empty space beside you in bed, the one you kept in case she ever wanted to stay through the night with you. Not that she ever would. Instead, she disappeared for days, sometimes weeks at a time, and you'd never get a notice she'd be coming around.

The only thing able to rouse you from your painful respite is the aching memory in your neck. She was never far from your thoughts, but when you move and feel that searing passion, everything floods back. You forget yourself. For just a moment, you forget your pain; the association itself breeds momentarily endless pleasure as if you were still feeding her. You want to sustain her. You want to support her.

And that surge is enough to get you out of bed. Standing leaves your mind swirling and your legs shaking, and you reach for the cane beside your door. Your hand shakes as you grasp at it, and you just barely nudge it to clatter onto the floor. You do bend a handful of your vertebrae to pick it up, but the instant vertigo tells you that if you finish that lean, you won't be getting back up again. So you let it lie there, useless as your own legs. You swear she drank more than normal. You also know your own memory of every feeding is beyond hazy, and that she gets to do whatever she wants. She also gets to tell you to do anything; if you don't care for yourself, she won't come back. When that beautiful pain doesn't drag you out of bed, that ultimatum certainly will. You need to see her again as bad as she needs blood. You tell yourself it's equal, that she needs you as much as you need her - it makes you feel better, even if it's completely untrue.

You stagger to the kitchen, the countertops there your only support. The kettle feels so heavy you nearly drop it, but you manage to get it under the sink with a clatter - you know its base isn't able to shatter the ceramic plates you always leave over night. You've done it enough times. You grab the lever of the faucet, your blood pounding and rushing from your neck to your arm, and you can't close your hand around it. You see stars as you force it, your fingers closing with agonizing tension like forcing shut the jaws of a cardboard wrench.

Lifting it while it's even a bit full of water is nearly impossible. You rest it in an open palm and brace it against your chest, both of your hands rocking so much you spill some from the spout onto your bloodstained shirt. You do make it to the heating element, though, and force the switch on. You heave your breath, wishing you could lie down beside her, her firm touch the only thing keeping you alive.

She left a new box of tea right beside the heater, unopened. On the front was a sticky note, one taken from your own desk, with a little heart drawn on it.

"Enjoy every morning for me, Sunny.

-M"

You feel part of yourself trying to hate your new name, but it is impossibly weak. You have no idea what's in the tea - the note covers the ingredients. It's not like it matters; you would drink it if it were nothing but a bunch of hemlock if it meant another night with her. The box is difficult to open - she requires you keep your nails long, so you don't want to risk breaking them trying to pry the box apart. You have to use a knife, balanced so shoddily between your fingers it would've slipped without the friction of your fingerprints. You take one of the teabags - they were clearly made by M herself - and put it in your lightest mug.

When you pour the hot water in, you spill plenty onto the counters and some on the floor. You pretend you didn't singe your foot fucking it up. The water goes a deep brownish red as the mug fills, and the whole room smells fruity and dark like a chocolate strawberry. When you sip it… It tastes like her. It makes you feel like you can slump back, so you do, right onto the couch without a second thought. The sudden motion makes you spill more onto your bare leg, but another sip drains your focus into the liquid and before long, it's like you are made new. You swear that you can feel her near you, her arms wrapping around your midsection to bring your lower into your seat, her lips trailing sweet kisses from your cheeks to your neck, her hands down to your hips and up across your ribs…

But when you turn, you are as alone as you were minutes after she bit you. As alone as you were when you woke up this morning. It wasn't her bringing you into your comfort; it was your pain, the only companion you truly had, the only thing she would ever leave you with.

[smgsyndicate]

Mountain X Dewdrop Fic

Wordcount: no clue

Plot based off this pic and thank you to @bloodysyren for the idea of using the quote! Sorry if this is bad I rushed it because I had an idea and needed it DONE

No TWs, just light angst comfort

With the coming of December, winter comes barreling along with it. The cool breezes quickly turn to chills, humans and ghouls a-like bundling up. Mountain wakes slowly, stretching wide with a small yawn. His body quivers with a shiver, the warmth of his blankets leaving him as he sits up and prepares for the day.

As one of the fluffier ghouls, his fur makes it easier to drag himself out of bed. He wonders if Dew will need dragged out, his water element always making him so- ... Right. A dreadful sigh leaves the drummer. Dewdrop changed elements. He forgot.

The element change wasn't necessarily bad, but a natural slow growing rift between the earth ghoul and ex-bassist left him hesitant to talk with him. Shaking out the cold from his body one more time, he pulls on a dark green hoodie with a frog on it, a gift from a fan at one of the rituals.

The earth ghoul slowly makes his way to the kitchen, intent on getting some sort of hot drink into his body before going around the abbey and lighting the fire places. He doesn't have to, it's not a chore assigned to him. He simply wants to.

Mountain half-notices the fact he's not freezing his tail off, but the sleepy part of his brain doesn't realize. He makes his hot tea, humming Cirice under his breath to keep himself awake while it brews, before heading out to the common room to start on the fires.

He passes by some of the rooms, noticing the lit kindle already burning. The drummer's brow furrows, continuing onto his destination. Upon seeing more, he smiles and sees that it's already done everywhere.

With a new mission of laying around doing nothing until the others awaken, Mountain walks to the sofa in the living room of the ghoul wing. He hopes to see Ifrit and snuggle up for some warmth while he's at it, assuming the kind fire ghoul lit everything.

His mouth twitches to a frown upon seeing the unlit fire in the living room. As he grows near, he sees a figure sitting slumped in front of the fireplace. ".. Dewdrop?"

Dewdrop never takes his eyes away from the smouldered wood, implying he did light it at some point. He hums vaguely in acknowledgement. "Dew... What're you doing?"

The guitarist sits up a bit straighter, not making eye contact with the earth ghoul. "Could ask the same to you. Aren't you cold? I know I would've been." Mountain winces at the reminder of the old Dew.

".. Yes. I'll admit, I am quite cold. I usually light the fires in the morning then go find Ifrit to snuggle up with." He mentions with a slight amusement at the fact his band mate is a living heater. He pauses, biting his lip as he debates his next words.

"I know you're not the one I'm looking for but... I'm so cold and a fire is a fire." He mumbles, moving closer to sit by Dewdrop. Mountain can feel the heat radiating from him already, drawing him closer like a moth to a flame.

Dew chuckles humourously, a hurt, wounded sound. "A burnt child loves the fire. After all the pain it causes, the moth goes back to the light and the child for the flame."

His eyes drift over to the singed patch of fur on Mountains arm, a small accident when Dew first transitioned. He couldn't control his element and actually nicked Mountain. Despite the many reassurances that he didn't feel it and it didn't go past the fur, Dewdrop never forgave himself. Fire is just destruction, after all.

Mountain sighs, sighing dramatically. "Oh no, it looks like I won't have a snuggle buddy... No one to wear my hoodies. Oh! And there's no one to lay on top of me. Sigh. .. SIGH." Dew can't help the surprised laugh bubbling out of his mouth from the drummer's antics.

Of course his band mate knew everything he loved. He couldn't help but wag his tail and look at Mountain with fake annoyance, amusement evident. "Oh shut up you big tree, get over here."

The fire ghoul launches at the taller one, knocking him over with a playful growl. Mountain lets out a surprised chirp, laughing as he just wraps his arms around his attacker and nuzzles against the top of his head, purring despite the shorter one's protests.

"Awe, you do love me! Now light the fire so we can actually go cuddle." Dewdrop sighs but listens, setting the wood ablaze before nuzzling into Mountains chest. "You said weighted blanket time, now you have to carry me."

Mountain sighs. "Fair enough. Come on princess, up you go." He stands up with Dew in his arms, a slight struggle but not all that bad. Hes silent as he walks before quietly whispering, "I missed you my firelily."

Dewdrop's breath hitches, eyes watering slightly. He and Mountain haven't talked this much since the transition and slight burn. The modified nickname of water lily to fire lily makes him clutch the earth ghoul closer, heart heavy with emotion.

"I missed you too, my terra."

[syringesyrup]

If Swiss and Dew were to cuddle would Dew be like a personal heater? (Dew Being a fire ghoul)

i’m crying real tears i swear i had an old doodle of this somewhere but i cannot find it so i will talk abt it instead ☝️

swiss can handle a lot of heat, he’s part fire after all and it’s one of his more present elements that he has more control over. dew loves that shit. he burns hot as coals on top of swiss and swiss is just like hehe :3 warm and it makes dew raise his eyebrow so high like wtf. montage of dew doing fire ghoul experiments on swiss until aether has to stop them because No Dew, You May Not Put Swiss’ Head In The Air Fryer.

it's convenient for full moons when swiss’ water in him makes him run a little colder, and there’s a bit (a lot) of steam in the room from the temperature clash. queue a comment from one of them about how it looks like they just hot boxed the place.

another reason why dew is very vulnerable around swiss is because he literally and figuratively can handle dew's heat. dew on fire ? swiss can carry him out to the lake and let him boil in there until he cools (hehe) down. swiss can also be unbothered as hell when dew gets a bit nastier and says things he doesn't mean. swiss has tough skin (via his older sister) but still its always talked about and ends with an "i'm sorry" on dew's behalf and a "prove it 😼" from fuckhead swiss. then they kiss with tongue or smth idk i don’t support them

cuddles are a favorite for them esp with dew’s tendency to knead and purr and groom when he’s all happy like that. he’s like a ford F-150 engine with how loud he is and how hot he runs when he’s being smothered by swiss. if he’s not a rubber duck under a hydrologic press he gets pissy. and oh how convenient it is that swiss is bigger in the colder seasons and needs a heating pad (dew does the most evil grin and acts like he’s freezing)

and of course, after care. when dew is cooling down and the sheets are soaked and singed, swiss likes to lick him clean with a cold tongue to help him cool down. likes to blow cold air on his neck and behind his ears and on his stomach and his hands. dew gets fuckin dizzy from the rush of the temperature clash and tells swiss to run them a damn bath already. swiss tries not to get too caught up on dew wanting him to run Them, the two of them, together, a bath. he kicks his feet and giggles like Okay baby ^___^ !!!

tldr idgaf about these guys they’re cringe and i’m glad phantom home wrecked them

[werewolfghoul]

Dewdrop elemental transformation angst.

(TW: Abuse + Descriptions of violence)

Dewdrop curled up in pain, searing heaters surrounding him. He can feel his gills sear and burn off, the pain too much for him. He can barely keep his eyes open as he thrashes against his restraints. He wants to scream, but is muzzled to an uncomfortable extent. He was once so strong, a cocky water ghoul who had so much ahead of him. The clergy had deteriorated him into a whimpering, silent crying mess on the floor.

Hot sticks were poked into his back, his body being forced to adjust the heat. The ministry has always viewed ghouls as subhuman, they can withstand anything. They're like wild animals with thick skin, they can take it, they can handle it. They're monsters, demons without feeling or sensitivity.

Men would come in and kick him along his spine just for the hell of it. Pain makes a fire ghoul, fire is a symbol of destruction and rebirth. He was being reborn, not abused. That's all this was, surely. Dew hacked and coughed as they kicked at his chest, knocking the wind out of him as hot liquid pooled in his eyes. By now, the transformation has begun slowly taking place. The tears coming from his eyes burned like magma.

He felt so hot all the time. He begged for water, dehydrated. His skin clung to his bones weakly as though he had been starved of nutrition for days. His skin seared uncomfortably, he could hardly sleep. He always craved air, he would wake up drenched in sweat and gasping. Truly a fish out of water, the people behind the stained glass joked. They mocked his suffering as they watched the display of horrific mutilation.

Finally, when it was all over with, he was no longer himself. His eyes blinked open, the heat still burning his skin. He was used to it now. The skin once adorned with a beautiful aqua tint was now a light shade of red. His eyes burned bright yellow and smoke bellowed out of his mouth when he opened it.

The transformation had worked. But he didn't feel like he had transformed. He felt like someone different.

[pawseds]

Dear Hrodwyn

[843 words; a Lancer RPG fic]

06 SEP 5010u

Dear Hrodwyn Vorobyev, what to say to you? You have her eyes You have your father's name When you came into the world you cried And it broke my heart

Here, on this ice planet in its lonely orbit, life thrived.

As the sun's first rays carve peaks out of darkness, see how bones of copper and steel are nestled between treacherous mountains. See how they are buried beneath white snow and frozen in azure depths, weathered by the elements but preserved by solitude.

Quickly, before the sun parts with the land again, look how this metal skeleton twists along the planet's veins, the great frozen river. The river streaks blue and green across white, and with the sun's warm blessing, it brings forth minerals and algae, water and valour.

From afar, this planet is death. But closer, the river carves a path through the white void. The river carves life.

I'm dedicating every day to you Domestic life was never quite my style When you smile You knock me out, I fall apart And I thought I was so smart

Here, on the fringes of exploration and expansion, life thrived.

No one recalls when the first colonies arrived, but the winds remember what they came here for. It was not for the bones of metal, but it was for what the bones once were. It was for the red-hot core of energy housed within, the dying heart of a star.

See how greed tries to dig its venomous claws into the stars. See how, in greed's self-declared war against itself, it tears apart scraps of alloys, weapons of titanium, and frames of carbon fibre. It is a hunger that ravages; it is a hunger that tears its stomach inside out to house the mass graves of the first colonies.

It all ends like how it all first began: with silence. Life, innocent in ignorance, crawls out of the graves to start anew. No human remembers what they came here for.

The wind warns them in whispers, but it cannot control who listens.

You will come of age with our young nation We'll bleed and fight for you We'll make it right for you If we lay a strong enough foundation We'll pass it on to you We'll give the world to you And you'll blow us all away Someday, someday

Here, on footsteps that follow the river eternally, live thrives.

From dust, tiny specks come together like ants to form new colonies. Though humans have greed, they also have resilience, intelligence, and creativity. Observe how they dig through the snow with their own hands, wrangle with tooth and leather and stone, and explore for years to reignite the machines that first brought them here. Watch as they create tools with the guidance of ghosts. Watch as they teach themselves to walk, to run, and to fly once again.

What was first a single colony in the beginning has now scattered into multiple colonies -- some big, some small. The biggest colonies were grown on the secret to reawakening cores. Their strength fuels machines, their warmth radiates from hearths, and their light is a beacon from which cities are built around. But though their light welcomes all to hide from the frigid cold and dark days, the secret of the cores remain tightly grasped within the palms of handpicked engineers.

Cores are scarce and so are the cities that followed. In their wake, smaller settlements are nurtured around other sources of life: the geothermal energy volcanoes bring, the lamps and heaters machines bring, and the fresh food and water rivers bring. Trade routes are forged between these settlements, and when the first port to the rest of the galaxy opens in the largest city, the settlements begin crossing paths more and more like constellations across the ink-black sky.

But some colonies do not settle. Some continue to fare across the white void as their ancestors once did. Forever walking, forever migrating, these nomadic colonies follow the planet's orbit as they seek the longest days of warmth, the longest hours of light. The sun is their beacon, their core, so these colonies continue to follow it: living off the river that melts and freezes and melts, marching across the planet's equator back to where they began again and again and again. ⠀ Nothing changes from this never ending track. In these nomadic colonies, the scouts go scout for shelter and danger on foot, the hunters go hunt the feared and the fearing on machines, and the rest of the farers follow the path cleared through the snow.

Nothing changes until a settler hears the song of a farer.

Nothing changes until the settler, with her wit and her machine, joins the farer on his eternal voyage; and the farer too embarks on a new eternal voyage of walking in the settler's shoes and seeing through the stars in her eyes.

With time comes love, and with love comes life.

Yeah, you'll blow us all away Someday, someday...

Life learns, life changes, and life thrives.

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I wrote this all the way back in 22 May this year, and here it finally is with some light editing! (Don't mind the grammar errors, it is late and I am tired lmao). I ported the Birdfam yet again into Lancer, in which Gavrill Vorobyev is, yet AGAIN, my PC! (I just really want him on a Swallowtail idk I think it fits him well) The biggest differences here is that he's 21 instead of 41, his wife Leyna is alive, his kid Hrodwyn was just born (coincidnetally, the campaign kicks off a day after), and he doesn't have thirty four mental illnesses.

I do not take credit for this worldbuilding! This planet is directly ripped off of the planet the Birdfam originally came from, which was from a 4e campaign. So it's my GM who came up with this; all I did was write about it here.

(i'm gonna throw in all the hamilton references i want FIGHT ME)

[cherryblossomshadow]

You Don't Want a Gas Stovetop

vlogbrothers, Hank Green

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Transcript (emphasis mine):

Good morning, John. I've had a half a cup of coffee, and I'm going to do something I almost never do I'm going to make an unscripted video about a thing that I care very passionately about

You watching this video need to not want a gas stove

Why? Because they suck!

Here's the thing that you are right about. The curlicue heating element stoves, they are the worst. They're hard to clean, they're extremely hard to control, like you cannot turn them on and off quickly. They take forever to heat up, they take forever to cool down

Now what happened is the stove top and natural gas industry made it so that what takes the place of that in your brain is a natural gas stove that has like the little blue flames – they're so beautiful – that like Gordon Ramsay used. But what you're doing when you have a natural gas stove is burning stuff in your home! Which results in, get this, decreased indoor air quality. How you can get around this by like having your fume hood like going full blast and certainly never have a natural gas stove that doesn't have a hood. Or get this?! You can have an induction stovetop that has more power and is easier to control than natural gas!

Chances are, there are three pipes connected to your house. There's the one that brings you water, that one's important. The one that takes the water away, we also want that. And the one that brings you methane. What century is this?!

It would be like having the gas station bring the gasoline directly to your car. Like this is a bad idea!

Now I know what you're thinking, “Hank. There is no way that cooking my hellofresh is significantly adding to climate change.” And you're right

But here's the thing, household natural gas use is a big contributor to climate change, it's just not mostly the stove top. However when natural gas companies ask people how they feel about switching their furnace from gas to electric or their water heater from gas to electric, they're like, “I don't care, whichever is better, I don't know.” Because you currently have a really efficient way to get power into your home that isn't a pipe full of methane! It's a power line! And there are great electric water heaters, and there are great electric furnaces and heat pumps, but people say, “I want my natural gas stove.” But that's a tiny percentage of the methane that is actually being sold by the gas company. Almost all of it is used in furnaces and water heaters. But as long as people are like, “I want to keep my gas stove, it's harder to clean, it makes the air inside my house dirty, but House Hunters says that it's a top tier product,” people will keep having the natural gas companies build and replace this extremely expensive infrastructure to pipe gas into our homes!

And gas companies are freaking out about this. They're doing all these campaigns about how great gas ranges are, even though they are objectively worse. Because if they can keep that toehold, they can make it make sense to keep giving you gas for those other things that electric could easily replace. But look electric could also easily replace your stove, because induction stove tops are better than gas!

And so one of the most important things that you can do as a person who's concerned about climate change is take the little thing out of your brain that says, “gas stoves are the best kind of stove,” and look at it and be like, “you're a freaking idiot.” Then you throw it onto your induction stove top and nothing happens, because that's not how it works. It induces the heat in the pan. The stove top itself doesn't get hot cuz they're amazing. So you have to put it into a pan, put that on the stove top, fry it up, and have it with butter … This is why I script. That right there, is why I script, so that doesn't happen!

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It's not important that you replace your gas stove right now. In fact, it's probably best that you don't. It's important that you don't think it's better than induction because it's not. Because at some point in the future, someone's going to knock on your door and say, “This area is about to have its natural gas pipes replaced, and we have to decide whether or not to replace them with infrastructure that will last 60 to 80 years.” And if a bunch of people in your neighborhood say, “Well, I would, but I really like my gas stove top,” it's not going to happen, and we're going to keep burning methane in people's houses for 80 years! I would be sympathetic if gas were better but it's not!

[ithaquasbbg]

Just thought I’d dump this to give people a better understanding of my writing! This was really inspired by @/turbulentscrawl (I don’t know if tagging is fine with them, but I’ll link the original work below!!) after this I’ll get back to requests!

Original work linked here

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Oletus manor - General Headcanons

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Extra : I’ve been doing a lot of fun writing on Freeform topics recently, and have gotten some fics to 3,000 words. Perhaps I’ll share them here someday.

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|🩷| The size of the manor can be quite shocking to people. It appears large on the outside, yes, but not large enough to house over 40 residents. (I think the total is currently 43 at the time I’m writing this?). Inside, there’s some sort of reality warping magic going on (for lack of a better word) that allows the manor to extend as much as it may need to inside without it expanding on the outside.

|🩷| Hunters and survivors do reside in the same manor, but are divided into two separate wings.

|🩷| The east side houses the Survivors rooms, a gathering area, kitchen and dining area among other necessities. This side of the manor is significantly larger and more tedious to get around due to the amount of residents.

|🩷| The hunters side of the manor has all the same basic elements with a smaller size. Though they may have slightly larger rooms.

|🩷| Dual faction residents can choose between which side of the manor they would prefer their room to be in.

|🩷| In the center of the manor is a large shared space, including yet another kitchen and dining area, a ballroom, the garden and a large gathering area among others.

|🩷| Outside of matches, the survivors do not have their doll like appearances. The reason they look like dolls in matches is simply because it’s easier to repair a doll than to heal serious injuries on a person.

|🩷| I’d like to say that the hunters appear more human outside of matches. There’s no real reason for this, other than the fact that I doubt anybody is going to date a giant talking lizard (.. if you are I’m a little afraid /j)

|🩷| There are long periods of time without matches, sometimes there’s matches daily, while other times the residents can go weeks or even months without matches. They’re randomly selected as well.

|🩷| The manor has people from varying times in history, and each residents room reflects the time they were alive. Say there was a modern era resident, they may have electronics in their room! The rest of the manor could theoretically be updated with more modern items as well, but any updates are usually kept to the kitchens and bathrooms. (Televisions may scare the older era residents too much.. Ithaqua)

|🩷| The showers are heated by several water heaters but are unfortunately not unlimited. Because of this, there are instances where the hot water will run out, and arguments ensue.

|🩷| The weather is typically predictable and can provide the residents a sense of time they may otherwise lose track of. There is no threat of serious weather like tornadoes, but the storms can still get quite violent and unnerving for some of the residents.

|🩷| Injuries sustained during matches do not carry over to the survivors or hunters real bodies (hence the dolls!!) but all the pain that they feel during the matches is very much real.

|🩷| Unfortunately, the manor residents do get sick from time to time. This mostly occurs when a new resident joins the manor, as most peoples immunity cannot protect them from the diseases. But they are unable to die from them.

|🩷| Survivors and hunters can access the match locations when matches are not taking place (for example they can play at moonlight river park)

|🩷| Since everyone is going to stuck together for an indefinite amount of time, relationships do form.

|🩷| Survivors who had health conditions or disabilities before coming to the manor do still suffer from them in the manor (but in cases like Joseph’s, the mental effects of mercury poisoning are not as prominent, and they are left with the physical effects like tremors, weakness, ect.)

|🩷| Some npcs are also in the manor (the ones that lore has confirmed, like miles, or the ones that have been dragged in through costumes like Nathaniel. Im really desperate)

|🩷| Food items and other necessities such as hygiene products are refilled or restocked whenever needed.

|🩷| Each room comes with decorations of the residents preference, and also has a small bathroom with a shower or bath inside. This way, people don’t have to share showers.

|🩷| Wardrobes are not limited to just in game skins, but they are included in them. Casual and sleepwear is also included!

|🩷| Skins from other franchises are debatable. If the skin is still the original character (like Joseph and Emma’s hello Kitty crossover skins), then they are part of the residents wardrobe. But if they’re another character outside of the manor residents, it is only cosmetic (same goes with truth and inference)

|🩷| Same goes for skins from other universes, like Coa or Morningstar essences, for example. Once costumes where a character is reverted back to childhood don’t translate either, like blind spot. But if they’re adults in their once skins, they can translate and have effects on the mental status of the wearer, such as Joseph’s hangover skin

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….THIS WAS SO LONG- but I do enjoy dumping Headcanons down, and maybe you all will enjoy them as well.

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Some Maycross for y'all(especially @sergeantgoggles and the folks who donated to the hot water heater fund)

Hot water heater update. Everyone's donations weren't enough to get a new water heater, but It was enough to buy parts to extend the hot water heater a little longer for us to get together funds to buy a new one.

I want to thank everyone who donated. You all were amazing and didn't ask for anything in return. I would have been more then happy to draw for yall, but not having to push out comissions allowed me more space to grieve my cat and to figure out a work around with my SO(basicly new gaskets, new heating elements and a lot of little weird parts I'm not 100% what they did but now we get mostly hot water)