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trashyswitch · 5 years ago

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Boo!

Jameson Jackson has discovered his natural ability to walk quietly, and scare everyone around him. So...he takes advantage of this!

Recently, Jamie investigated a fact about himself that he was sorta familiar with: he’s really quiet. Now, Jamie was well aware of how quiet he is. But what he didn’t know, was that he could scare people with his quiet nature.

There have been moments where Jamie is capable of walking into a room, staying quiet, and waiting for someone to realize and freak out.

He remembered one time a couple months ago, when Jamie was walking into Dr. Schneeplestein’s office. He remembered Schneeplestein being focused on his doctor notes, when Jamie simply touched his shoulder. Schneeplestein let out the loudest squeal he had ever seen, before shouting “VÖGELN” right after. Jamie had bursted out laughing at the reaction, and wounded up forgetting what he wanted him for!

Another moment occurred, when he was grabbing a snack from the fridge. Chase was leaning on the island, looking at his phone as Jamie opened up the fridge door. Just from the sound alone, Chase gasped, dropped his phone and hissed the word “Jesus” before laughing in embarrassment. Jamie signed the word ‘sorry’ over and over again, and even though Chase forgave him and laughed it off, he still felt slightly bad.

One of the best reactions, was when he had walked up to ask Marvin something. He had been just sitting on a chair, watching TV. He was surprised that he hadn’t seen Jamie coming from the TV. One simple hand on the shoulder, sent Marvin flying! He jumped right off the chair, and yelled a mixture of giggles, mumbles and curse words. The only words that could be understood properly, were the words Jackie let out right after: “WHAT THE FUCK REACTION WAS THAT?!”.

The truth was, there was another fact no one really knew about Jamie: the dapper boy really liked hearing people’s laughs. So, Jamie’s ability to scare people, also made laughs come out of the reactions. So, Jamie decided to take advantage of this talent. Every time he would try to get someone’s attention, he would tickle them to get some laughter out as well. So, Jamie waited for the perfect day...

One day, it came! From the moment he woke up, Jamie knew: he wanted to tickle some people. So, he set off around the house, looking for his first victim.

The first person he had found, was Marvin in the living room. Jamie senses the magician would be here, as this was his favourite spot to hang out. He was currently reading a biography on what looked to be Harry Houdini upon first glance. So, Jamie snuck up behind his chair, and...

Squeezed his stomach on both sides!

Marvin let out a squeal. “EEEEEK! NOHOHO! MYHY BOHOHOHOOK!” Marvin shouted through a newfound laughing fit. Jamie didn’t remove his hands, but instead worked themselves up to the sides of his bony ribs. As soon as the first row of ribs was felt, they were pushed and scratched with a pair of curious fingers. “WHOHOHO’S TIHIHIHIHICKLIHIHING MEHEHEHEHE?!” Marvin shouted, before running forward right off of the chair and onto the floor.

After letting the 5 second giggle fit pass, Marvin looked up and noticed who it was!

“JJ...I should’ve known...” Marvin muttered.

‘Surprise!’ Jamie signed.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, surprise and whatever...why?” Marvin asked.

‘Your laugh is cute.’ Jamie replied, signing the word ‘cute’ by placing the index finger and middle finger on his chin, and pulling his two fingers down into his hand, like a loose fist.

Marvin froze for a moment, unable to take the compliment at first. In an attempted reply, Marvin could only whine and cower in embarrassment. Though, he could only cower for so long, because Jamie had soon ran over, uncurled the magician and started tickling him further.

“GAHA! Hahahaha! Jahahahamie! Cohohohome ohohohon!” Marvin said through his giddy laughter. To help with the attack, Jamie took Marvin’s magic wand, and pulled the white lid off the top. Suddenly, a bunch of feathers popped out! This was supposed to happen, since the wand was designed that way. Jamie had decided to take advantage of this design choice, and wiggle it in the air for Marvin to see.

Marvin whined. “W-ait! Ple-please...not that...” Marvin begged.

Jamie tilted his head to the side, like a confused puppy. Instead of asking the question ‘why’, Jamie started shaking it lightly in front of him, to check for a cat toy bell. Hilariously, there was one! Jamie giggled at a thought that went through his head, before deciding to try it. He tried teasing Marvin with the wand above his head, treating it like a cat toy.

“Dude, I’m not a cat-“ Marvin said, before falling into a curious trance. His eyes dilated bigger, as he stared intently at the feather toy. When Jamie moved it left and right, Marvin would follow it wherever it went. When Jamie shook it above him, Marvin would giggle with a toothy smile. When the feather was brought up and down, Marvin would follow it up and down as well. And, Jamie even booped Marvin’s nose with it! Marvin in response to the nose boop, ended up going cross-eyed to see his nose. This made Jamie laugh.

‘You’re a little kitty!’ Jamie reacted.

“No I’m not.” Marvin replied, obviously lying.

Jamie nodded. ‘Yes you are.’ Jamie told him.

“No I’m not.” Marvin repeated.

Jamie shook the wand. ‘You really are.’ Jamie reminded him.

“Am not- Hehehehey! EEEEK! Stahahahap thahahahat!” Marvin tried to argue, before bursting into more laughter. Jamie had managed to catch him in his argument by wiggling his fingers on his belly.

“Aww! Does the little kitty want a belly rub?” Jamie asked, pulling out his dialogue slides to tease him further.

“Whahahahat?! Ihihi’m nahahat aha kihihihitty!” Marvin argued through his giggles.

Jamie narrowed his eyes and smirked, before giving his mask a couple pokes.

‘Cat mask.’ Jamie signed, before grabbing and shaking the feather wand in front of his face again. Jamie pointed to the feather wand, and pointed at the cat mask. ‘Cat.’ Jamie concluded.

Marvin, utterly embarrassed that Jamie was calling him out on his cat-like antics, started looking away from him. Jamie, feeling slightly bad, tapped him on the shoulder, and grabbed his face lightly to get him to look at him.

‘You are cute.’ Jamie started with a smile. Marvin let a slight smile appear on his face as well. ‘Cute is good.’ Jamie told him, fluffing his hair before getting off of him. After helping Marvin back into his feet and picking up his book for him, Jamie walked away and looked around for his next victim.

After a bit of walking, Jamie soon found his upcoming victim: Jackieboy Man. Jackie was currently practicing climbing in the climbing corner, set up on the top floor of the house. The climbing corner consisted of different types of monkey bars, surrounded by nets and mats to save a person if they fall. Jamie hid behind a patted pole, and watched as Jackie climbed from one side of the room to the other, using ropes onto monkey bars! It was very impressive to watch.

Soon, Jamie’s opportunity arose when Jackie had grabbed a red, spinning, wheel bar. Jackie was currently spinning on it with his back (unknowingly) towards Jamie. The dapper boy let a smirk grow into his lips as he jumped out of his hiding spot, before taking off in a quick sprint. He sprinted as quietly, yet as swiftly as he could. With Jackie’s body getting closer with every step, Jamie took a risky leap and got ready to tackle the superhero down from behind.

Suddenly, Jackie felt a load of...someone hit him from behind! Completely unexpecting it, Jackie let go of the wheel bar and allowed himself to fall onto the mat. Despite not expecting the fall, Jackie still landed onto the mat, in the classic superhero landing. Jamie managed to land safely as well, but no landing could truly prove its elegance like Jackie’s did. Despite that though, Jamie grabbed his feet in one arm, and start untying the shoelaces.

“HEY! Who the hell do you think you are?!” Jackie yelled, attempting to kick and wiggle his feet out of the person’s grip. It didn’t take long for his shoes to come falling onto the mat. Soon, Jackie’s yelling was replacing itself with giggles, while his kicking was turning into squirming.

“Let go of me! Lehehe-AAHAHA! NOHOHO! Dahahahamn ihihihit!” Jackie yelled through his laughter. It didn’t take long for Jackie’s mat to be assaulted with his fists as he laughed and attempted to pull his feet away. But, Jamie wasn’t letting go. He knew how much strength Jackie was capable of, so he wanted to see how much he can weaken the man with tickles alone. So, he paused his fingers, placed his hand out and let his appearing magic do its thing. Suddenly, a cloud of dust filled his hand. Once the dust had faded, Jamie smirked at the item in his hand.

A tripod-shaped mini massager.

Jamie just knew that this was gonna tickle like hell! So, he clicked the button on the top and let it vibrate.

“OOOOOH GOD, WHAT IS THAT?!” Jackie shouted, utterly terrified to find out. Fortunately, Jackie was find out a lot sooner than he thought. Not even a second later, Jamie placed the vibrating massager onto his feet. “AaaAAAAAH! DOOOOHOHOHOHOHON’T!” Jackie shouted. Jamie’s smile grew wider as he moved the massager towards his heels. “PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE DOHOHOHOHOHON’T!” Jackie shouted further. After a bit more time spent at his heels, Jamie moved the massager up up up, to his toes! “EEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! NOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Jackie shouted, completely controlled by his own ticklish laughter.

To top it all off, Jamie decided to bring one of the massager legs onto the big toe, and drag it down to the baby toe. When it reached the baby toe, he would drag it back up to the big toe, and start again. It was like he was playing the 5 piano keys C, up to G and right back down to C again. It was this action, that caused Jackie’s laughter to go silent. Jamie took this as a sign to stop. He turned off the massager and placed it aside, before laying himself down beside Jackie, to reveal himself.

“Hmm, it was you...you’re lucky I’m exhausted, because otherwise I’d be pounding you right now.” Jackie told him, laying down. Jamie gave him a crooked smile, and sat back up to walk away.

Now, he was onto his next target. He knew just where to go, to find him: the studio. Shawn was always hanging out there. He was always painting things and doing crafts in there. Jamie opened up the door as quietly as he could, and managed to get in without getting his attention. Then, Jamie slowly and quietly, started walking up to Shawn, in his chair and surrounded by his desk of supplies. When he got up as close as possible, he very quietly peered over his shoulder, and noticed him painting. Not wanting to mess up his painting, he decided to wait a bit till he took a break.

2 minutes passed

5 minutes passed

Soon, 10 minutes past. Finally, Shawn placed his brush into the water cup to soak, and laid back in his chair to take a break. He stretched his arms out, before resting his head on his hands. It was here, that Jamie decided to strike. He slowly reached his hands around the sides of the chair, and...gripped his sides.

“AAAAAAH! WHO-“ Shawn yelled, before turning his body around to see who was behind his chair. Shawn’s eyes locked with Jamie’s. It was only for a few moments. Then, Jamie gave Shawn a toothy smile, before wrapping his hands around Shawn and spidering his belly. “HEY! Nahahahaha! Jahahahahamihihihie!” Shawn said through his brand new giggles. Jamie’s toothy smile widened, as his ears absorbed the laughter and processed it excitedly. Shawn rarely laughs, so this was a rare treat!

Suddenly, before Jamie could stop it, Shawn pushed himself back, and made both the chair and his body come crashing onto the floor. The chair, surprisingly, didn’t break! And unsurprisingly, Shawn didn’t either. For Jamie, this was just a grand opportunity to cover him in more tickles! So, he did just that!

“Whyhyhy ahahahare yohohou tihihihihicklihihing mehehehehe?!” Shawn asked.

Jamie stopped his fingers for a minute, so he could answer him. ‘Your laugh is cute! I want to hear more!’ Jamie signed, before resuming his spidery tickle attack.

“Nohohohoho ihihihihihit’s nahahahat! Yohohohour lahahaugh Ihihis cuhuhuhuter!” Shawn argued.

Jamie froze. What did that man just say?

‘You...think my mute laugh is cute?’ Jamie clarified, unable to believe such a thing.

“Uh, ya! It’s so adorable!” Shawn reassured.

‘But-‘ Jamie signed, staring into space as he struggled to process such a thing. ‘...I don’t have a laugh.’ Jamie reminded him.

“Mmm...maybe not, but...you do have reactions. And those, are much more adorable than any laughter your voice could ever create.” Shawn replied. Jamie could feel his cheeks glowing a light red. It didn’t take very long for Jamie’s hands to come up and cover his mouth. In pure embarrassment, Jamie decided to give his hands something to do. He removed his hands from his mouth, and started squeezing and wiggling his fingers all over Shawn’s belly.

“Hehehehey! Juhuhust behehecahahause yohohou’re embahaharrassed, dohoesn’t mehehean yohohou get toho tihihihickle mehehe!” Shawn argued through some more laughter.

Jamie rolled his eyes with a smile, and stopped his tickling to continue signing. ‘I have the best visual reactions! But you! You have the best auditory reactions!’ Jamie declared, before continuing to tickle and squeeze.

“Nohohohoho Ihihihi dohohoho-AAAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE! JAHAHAMIHIHIE NOOHOHO!” Shawn suddenly shouted amidst his protests. Jamie gave Shawn a little smirk as he began digging his fingers, specifically his thumbs, into the artist’s hips. Shawn’s giggles had turned into howling laughter, and his subtle squirming had become super frantic! He practically became a human-sized wiggle worm!

Jamie grew wide-eyed before hopping onto his friend. He didn’t quite expect the man to be such a squirmer! So, he steadied himself on Shawn’s waist, and started to squeeze one hip with his right hand, while squeezing his left side with his left hand.

“STAHAHAHAHAP! IHIHIHIHIHIT’S TOHOHOHOHOHOO MUHUHUHUHUCH!” Shawn shouted, attempting but failing to curl in on himself.

“Vhat’s vizh all zhe noise??” Someone said through the open door. Shawn paused his hands, and turned around. He recognized the accent. Sure enough, it was Henrik.

‘I’m tickling Shawn.’ Jamie explained. Henrik chuckled and scratched his forehead.

‘Vhy?’ Henrik asked both amused yet confused at the same time.

Jamie pointed at Shawn. ‘His laugh is cute! Therefore:’ Jamie said. Immediately after signing the last word, Jamie shoved his fingers back into Shawn’s hip and side, and started digging and squeezing once again. Shawn abrupted into even more laughter!

“NAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! MYHYHY LAHAHAHAUGH IS NAHAHAHAT CUHUHUHUTE!” Shawn argued through his laughter.

Jamie nodded his head, and looked towards Henrik for agreement.

“Oh my god...I mean, he’s not wrong. Your laugh is cute.” Henrik told him with a smile of his own. Jamie pointed at him in thankfulness. He agreed with him! His laughter IS cute! However, Henrik didn’t stay for long. He soon decided to walk away from the doorway and head back to his room.

Jamie lowered his arm and shrugged his shoulders, before changing hand positions. His left hand was now digging into Shawn’s left hip, and his right hand was now squeezing Shawn’s side.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! JAHAHAHAHAMIHIHIHIHIE! IHIHI CAHAHAHAHAN’T BREHEHEHEHEHEATH!” Shawn warned him.

Jamie could tell he was growing tired, so he stopped his fingers and hopped off the man.

“Heheheheh...th-thahahank yohohou...thank yohohohou...” Shawn said through some leftover giggles. Jamie smiled, and took the time to push Shawn’s messy bangs back in place. Then, Jamie walked away to move onto his next victim.

Jamie walked down the hall, looking at the door he was gonna open up. By now, the original idea of scaring everyone, was thrown out the window, and now this was just tickle attacks all around the house. Jamie opened the door to the Doctor’s room and looked to the left towards Henrik at his desk. He gave him a short wave.

“Hallo Jamie. Done tickling Shawn?” Henrik asked.

Jamie nodded.

“Great. I’m guessing it is my turn?” Henrik asked in a monotone voice, turning his head to Jamie. Henrik immediately noticed Jamie’s growing smirk, and started growing nervous.

“V-Vait a minute...I vas yust kidding! Ha ha funny Yokes?” Henrik asked, attempting to be cool and collected. But, Jamie was walking closer and closer to him. This drove him into panic mode. “Vait-VAIT!” Henrik begged, attempting to make up an excuse before it was too late.

Unfortunately for Henrik, it was already too late. Jamie had grabbed his reached-out arm with two hands, and pulled him into his arms.

“YAMIE! NEI-HIHIHIHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NEHEHEHEHEHEIN!” Henrik yelled, bursting into hysterical laughter. Jamie began clawing and digging his fingers into Henrik’s ribs, and the spaces in between the ribs. “LEHEHET MEHEHE GOHOHOHOHOHO! IHIHIHIT TIHIHIHICKLES!” Henrik commanded.

However, Jamie was stubborn. He has refused to let go until he has heard a large amount of laughter from the man. Henrik was always so stressed. So, some laughter could definitely do him some good!

“ZHIHIHIHIS IHIHIS NUHUHUHUHUTS!” Henrik shouted further. Jamie tolled his eyes and shook his head with a smirk on his face. He paused his fingers for a moment and thought up a speech slide with dialogue on it. Then, he made it appear in his hand, before handing it to Henrik.

“‘This isn’t nuts. This is amusing’- Ey! Fuck you and your fuckin’ cards!” Henrik yelled, growing annoyed by Jamie’s antics.

Jamie let out a gasp. Jamie’s jaw dropped, and his eyes had narrowed to make a dramatic offended face. In reaction to such language, Jamie grabbed Henrik’s arms and lifted them above his head.

In one swift move, Jamie used his magic to tie Henrik’s hands together above his head. Next, he brought Henrik’s arms above Jamie’s head, and around his neck. Now, Henrik was stuck with his hands extended behind Jamie’s neck! And; arms in place and armpits exposed, Jamie skittered his fingers all over Henrik’s armpits.

“YYYAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HALT! HAHAHAHALT! EHEHES KIHIHIHITZELT!” Henrik begged as much as he could through his laughter. His movements were somewhat restricted because of the position he was in. But, it didn’t stop the poor, ticklish doctor from squirming and wiggling as much as he could. “BIHIHITTE HÖHÖHÖR AHAHAHAUF! ICH FLEHE DIHIHIHICH AHAHAHAN!” Henrik yelled, reverting back to his native language.

Jamie’s eyes widened. That was A LOT more German than he actually knew! But thankfully, a translating dialogue slide managed to help him out:

‘Stop! Stop! It tickles! Please stop! I’m begging you!’

Jamie nodded in understanding, before moving back to the previous spot. Now, Jamie wanted to try the top, middle and bottom of Henrik’s ribs. Jamie moved down to the first couple ribs on the bottom, and clawed a couple fingers into it. “BAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! VAHAHAHAHAIT!” Henrik shouted, reverting back to Jamie’s English language. Jamie soiled at this. Strange how Henrik will go from one language to the other. It was kinda cute, actually.

Next, Jamie moved his hands up to the middle of the rib cage, and squeezed them. Henrik let out a loud high pitched squeal, before giggling in that same high pitch. After that amazing reaction, Jamie reverted back to the clawing strategy, applying it to the middle ribs.

“EEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHA! ZUHUHU KIHIHITZLIHIHIHIG!” Henrik shouted, reverting back to German.

‘Too tickly!’ The dialogue slide read.

Jamie practically squealed at the adorable reaction! It was like he was tickling an adorable man-child!

To end things off, Jamie shoved his hands back into Henrik’s armpits for one more tickle.

“EEEEHEHEHEHEHE! IHIHICH BRAHAHAHAUCHE EHEINE PAHAHAHAHAUSE!” Henrik shouted one last time, staying in German.

‘I need a break!’ The dialogue slide translated.

Jamie nodded in understanding and stopping his fingers. He allowed Henrik to breath in as much air as he could, before pulling Henrik’s arms over his head and undoing the rope. Though, Jamie should’ve gotten ready for the fall, because almost immediately, Henrik’s exhausted body completely collapsed onto the ground.

Surprisingly, Henrik didn’t react in pain. He...bursted into more giggles! Was some of the giggles in his lungs blasted out from the sudden fall? Or was Henrik growing loopy from all the dopamine going through his head? Jamie couldn’t tell you.

Either way, Jamie scooped up the giggly man bridal style, and started heading down the hall to take him to his room. But, halfway through the walk, Henrik started leaning his head against Jamie’s arm and cozying himself into Jamie. Jamie let a little quiet chuckle leave his mouth.

“Mmmm...so comfyyyyyy.” Henrik mumbled in a baby voice. Jamie smiles genuinely, and turned the corner into Henrik’s room. There, Jamie slowly placed the man down onto the bed and tucked him in under the covers. But right as Jamie was tucking in the other side, Henrik decided to pull a Buddy Elf move and start a revengeful tickle fight right there.

Jamie squealed and curled away, as Henrik jumped out of his blanket and started tickling Jamie on the bed. Jamie only laughed, kicked and occasionally attempted to wiggle himself away. But, there was no escaping that doctor.

To make matters worse, Marvin and Shawn had followed Henrik’s laughter and finally found the pair in Henrik’s room. Noticing that Henrik was getting revenge on Jamie, they decided to join too! Shawn hopped up onto Jamie’s hips and started squeezing his sides, while Marvin came up to his ears and started lightly scratching the back of his ears.

By now, Jamie was squirming absolutely everywhere! He couldn’t get away from any of them! If he tried, he would be pulled back in and tickled again! And the crazy part? Soon, Jackie had found them and joined them. He ended up seeing if Jamie’s feet were ticklish. Sure enough, his toes were really bad!

And so...Jamie’s tickle fight was long-time overdue...But, it happened and that’s all that matters.

#ticklefic #lee!marvin #lee!jackie #lee!henrik #lee!shawn #switch!jj

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rebloggingrexan · 2 years ago

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A well known and established alien female shoggoth named Lucy, returns home from her daily walk. After having 6 trillion kids on the home planet (one of them was tripod Joe), she chose Earth to retire and is an avid consumer of cardboard and plastic, thus lives in the most beautiful italian trash box in central Verona. . Sound by - @/audioflag Rendered on - @/snaprenderfarm

wow i love her

. Technical mumbo jumbo: Lucy is a fully procedural creature sculpted in Zbrush and simmed in Houdini’s vellum, does not have bones, controllers or keyframes. It’s fully controlled by painted environment forces, force guides and animated gradients. Lucy thaught me a ton of new techniques that i’m implementing in my daily production workflow, as well as presented me with countless challenges and sleepless nights that made me force myself to use Houdini as the main tool for entire projects. . The final goal of my softbody locomotion research is, and always was overcoming my eternal fear of Houdini. The three shots you see here have an increasing level of difficulty in terms of execution and the last one is comprised of multiple separate simulations that include tetra, distance, cloth, shape match, grain and glue constraints. . I can surely say that obsessing over a personal project always yields a unique set of new skills and techniques, but sometimes can send you into a limbo of self-doubt and desintetizes your objectivity over the project. Due to quite a few requests from you guys i’ll be posting a breakdown soon, as well as opening up a patreon with some interesting setups that i’ve made for various tasks, including slime, softbodies, grains and so on. Stay tuned!

ghost3dee A well known and established alien female shoggoth named Lucy, returns home from her daily…

#3D#3dmodel#octane#octanerender#mdcommunity#noface#3dart#surreal#maxon#cinema4d#c4d#artwork#psychedelic#post @frenchpsychiatrymuderedmycnut er#photoshop#illustration#smoker#graphism#graphic#art#digitalart#otoy#3dillustration#overthinking#3dartist#overthinking#420#visualatelier8

Soundtrack: Fables & Fairytales - (Deniz Kurtel remix) by Na, Rosina, Deniz Kurtel

#x-heesy #ghost3dee #cool art #cephalopod friends #invertebrate friends #video #funny #i dare say:#cute #me #animation

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vagabondvivant · 3 years ago

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Pack Breakdown

My load-out for the Camino del Norte is considerably different from the one I packed for the Camino Frances. I slept exclusively in albergues on the Frances, which meant that I only really needed to pack clothes, some basic hiking gear, and tech.

That's definitely not the case this time, as I'll be camping the hike as much as possible, which means needing a lot more stuff. So much stuff that I had to split the breakdown up into sections.

Shelter

Much as I love hammock camping (see: Scotland; Corfu), I needed to go as light as possible for this hike, so I went with a bivy sack, which is basically a nylon bodybag that you sleep in. It'll be two months in a synthetic cocoon. I can't wait.

Also part of the shelter setup: my Neoair Xlite sleep pad, a poncho-tarp that'll double as my roof, and a tyvek ground cloth + stakes.

Clothes

Thermals, long-sleeved Patagonia (same one I used 7 years ago), krama, Merino tee, Airism tee, ex officio drawers, shorts, socks, gaiters, buff, dry bags.

Toiletries

Loofah washcloth, soap, rubbing alcohol, teeth stuff, medkit, 60 days of daily meds

Medkit

bandaids, medicine, emergency blanket, razors, saftey pins, tweezers, needless, antibiotic creme, Voltaren

Trail Gadgets

guylines, repair tape, trowel, earplugs, paracord bracelet; knork, spoon, 750ml titanium pot, magnesium fire starter, stove, scraper; bug head net (removed after photo), towel, massage ball, Houdini jacket; locks, multitool, ball bungee, personal locator beacon, head lamp

Tech

Instax printer + film, Moment phone lens, mp3 player + headphones, card reader+backup thumb drive, headphone adapters; x100f, lens filters, spare battery, 50mm adapter, tripod; guidebook, notebooks, Bluetooth keyboard, miniature dice; power bank, power adapters, charger, pens, usb cables (1 regular+1 short version of each cable), St. Christopher medallion

#nortebynature #gallivants

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bri3denvironments · 4 years ago

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Project 1: Live Action Set

Part 1: Planning

The guidelines for this assignment are to recreate a set from a film from prior to 1950 through combining a 3D model with a photo. After some research, I have chosen the following still from Dracula:

The part that will be modeled is the walls and staircase, and the photograph will be the ground and couch. For this project I decided to use Houdini to model, for its procedural capabilities. However, since I am learning a completely new program, it has proved to be very time consuming, but I do believe learning Houdini will benefit me in the long run.

So I gathered some photos to use for the project and eventually chose to use this one:

I made sure to use a tripod for my camera, however, I do have some tilt because I had to hold the camera up myself to get the desired height. Of course, some photo editing will help fix this. The final cropped image I will be using in my scene file will be this:

Part 2: Modeling

The next part of the project was going to be a challenge, but I was up for it. I started with the staircase. The first step was obvious; make a box.

To make it look more organic and worn, I added a mountain node to create some slight variation. This can be done since I used NURBS to model.

Once I transformed and sculpted it to the shape I wanted, I used the copy stamp node to make a set of stairs, with some point jitter so each step is slightly different.

Since I am still learning Houdini, in another file, I tried experimenting with modeling using curves. In a different file, I created both the post and the column using NURBS curves and the revolve node.

Once I brought those into the scene, I scaled the objects to their proportional sizes.

The biggest challenge in this project was modeling the rails, but eventually, I was able to figure it out by creating a line that follows the angle of the staircase using relative reference.

For the walls, I used a curve and a sweep node.

Once I finished modeling, I moved on to lining up my model with the live action plate. This would prove to be quite difficult, because the perspective needed to make sense. Unfortunately, the picture I took did not fit my lighting and composition too well, but I was able to match up the perspective.

Step 3: Surfacing and Lighting

Once it was lined up, I started the process of lighting and surfacing. I used UV nodes to lay out the UV’s and imported textures into the Material Palette. I downloaded some texture maps from a free-to-use website, and applied them to their respective objects.

All that was left after that was lighting. I created sky lights to give an ambient light to the scene as well as some highlights to light up a couple of spots on the model. So with all of that, here is the rendered image without compositing:

The final step is compositing and adjustments. Once I adjusted the saturation and made some edits to help the two components blend together, this is the final image:

For what it’s worth, even if this final product isn’t exactly what I want, I definitely learned a lot from this project. I still have a long way to go with my skills in Houdini, but it was a great learning experience for me.

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betweenstories · 4 years ago

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CHAPTER 32

You open the lid, flip the box, and pour the contents out onto your palm. One by one, you line the trinkets in a row atop the couch cushion. Cuff links. A poker chip. A necklace. A piece of glass. A ticket stub. A paper fox. The seventh item causes an unexpected pang. You pick it up and slide it into your pants pocket.

She had a “thing” about sevens. She’d explained it once. It had something to do with the number forty-nine and jubilees, Buddhism and playing cards, grain harvests and calendars and a whole list of other wildly diverse topics. At the time of this revelation, she’d been topless, wearing see through harem pants and stroking your cock with hot stones and heated oil. There were a few gaps in the explanation you’d forgotten to go back and revisit.

First, you pick up the cuff links. You’d immediately recognised the dark blue stones streaked with gold, even before you’d read the attached strip of paper: “~from the gem mine~”

You hold one up to the lamplight. You’d found this stone the day the two of you had “mined for gold” at a local tourist attraction near the cabin. Apparently, she’d had the gem split and set into the cuff links as cabachons. You remember the way she’d studied the stone as she’d held it in her open palm, the way she’d looked up and said,

“Would you mind if I kept this for a little while?”

On the way back to the cabin, she’d asked, “Did you know cabachon is French for ‘head?’”

She’d waggled her eyebrows and added, “Maybe there’s cabachon in your future?”

You’d thought she’d meant using her mouth, not the jewellery term. You glance down at the cuff link. Whichever term she’d meant, she’d delivered on both counts.

You remember later that day when she’d packed a picnic basket for an early supper. On the back end of the cabin property, there’d been a small waterfall where you’d fished and swam in a clear blue stream. When you’d caught a massive freshwater trout, she’d kissed you soundly and proclaimed you a “champion fisherman,” and a “superlative trout master,” and “absolutely perfect in every way.”

Up until then, you’d only seen her in limited settings: dining out, a hotel room, taking in an attraction with you. You’d thought of her in stockings and heels, smelling like perfume, doing yoga in a pristine white room. Even that day out in the woods, she’d worn a pastel blue dress covered top to bottom with fabric daisies. It hadn’t seemed the best choice for a trek through the forest. When you’d said as much, she’d revealed it was “wide legged pants,” “more of a jumpsuit really,” and “actually quite utilitarian.” Waving a hand toward the blue daisies, she’d added,

“Efficient and cute don’t have to be exclusive.” You’d looked her up and down and easily agreed. No they did not.

Of the events that had followed, you’d not known which one had surprised you more. Had it been when she’d reached into the picnic basket and pulled out a small hatchet? When she’d gone into the woods and returned with firewood? When she’d picked a hollowed out spot between two exposed roots and arranged a makeshift fire pit? Or had it been when she’d reached into her bottomless basket and produced a fire-starting kit?

When you’d offered to help, she’d said, “I’m good, but thank you though,” then added, “You can help me do dishes when we get back to the cabin.” She’d wrinkled her nose. “I hate doing dishes.”

When you’d said, “I’ll do the dishes, but in the meantime,” You’d motioned toward the fire kit. “....I’d like to learn how to do this,” she’d given you that look, the one that made you distinctly uncomfortable, the one she wore when she apparently thought you’d hung the moon.

After that, she’d explained each step along the way. “I’m checking wind direction.” “I’m using my back as a buffer.” “I’m fluffing out the tinder for better air flow.” You’d watched with wide eyes as she’d reached into the basket and pulled out an honest-to-God machete. She’d used it to scrape from a bar of magnesium before striking the knife against a flint once, and then again. The second time, she’d produced a spark big enough to maintain a flame.

Later that night, she’d admitted she’d wanted to show off her “superior fire making skills.” You smile at the memory. Grinning, she’d raised her chin high and proclaimed, “I might be the best fire-maker in the world.”

After you’d helped spread out a huge red plaid blanket, she’d placed four large rocks on the corners—four large rocks, you’d noted, that’d seemingly appeared out of thin air. After opening the basket and tossing you a pair of swim trunks, she’d stood up to face you.

With her eyes locked on yours, she’d begun slowly unbuttoning that daisy dress to reveal her tight little body. Her bra and underwear had been lacy and white, trimmed in the same blue color as her dress.

When she’d turned and bent over to do... something... you’d seen the heart shaped cut-out that’d revealed 95% of her heart-shaped arse. One minute later, you’d been flat on your stomach palming those firm cheeks as you’d lifted her to your lips as if drinking from a bowl.

You’d feared you might be obsessed with her little piercing. That day, an opal had dangled over her clit. It’d been a sapphire the day before. You’d wondered if there would be a different gemstone every day. How many different gemstones were there? How many would you press against her clit with your tongue? You’d liked the idea of discovering the daily gemstone as much as you’d enjoyed the toenail polish reveals. When you’d first seen the array of bottles, you’d asked how anyone could need so many different shades of nail polish. She’d crossed the room, swinging her hips as she’d moved. She’d sat on your lap, pressed a warm palm to your cheek, and asked, “What if I wanted to show you each new nail polish color by sliding my toes up and down your throbbing cock.”

How many times since then had you stared at her feet in heels? How many times had she caught you staring and shown you her new polish color in exactly the manner she’d described?

On the picnic blanket, you’d buried your face between her thighs, plunged you tongue deep before moving up to suck her clit and push your fingers deeper. You’d licked and sucked whilst you’d bucked against the blanket. Whilst she’d spasmed against your lips, you’d lashed cum onto the red plaid again and again. When she’d arched her back and cried out, your name had echoed through the mountain “hollar.”

After a swim and a nap, you’d once again watched wide-eyed as she’d shaken her arse in a tiny black bikini. She’d been in the middle of using a lethal looking filet knife to gut and debone the trout atop a smooth rock.

When she’d turned and caught you staring, she’d popped out an ear pod and said, “I packed fried chicken, but it’s a shame not to enjoy this when we could eat it so fresh. Don’t you think?”

You’d blinked. Yes. A shame. When you’d offered to help, she’d grinned and said, “Thank you! Once I’m done here, you can clean off my cutting board.”

She’d motioned toward the rock with the knife. “Just make sure all the guts go downstream.” Again, she’d wrinkled her nose. “I hate cleaning up fish guts.”

After that, she’d pulled aluminum foil and a wire frame from her Houdini basket, along with a lemon, salt and pepper, and a small container of infused olive oil. Smiling, she’d announced, “I brought this for the sourdough, but it’ll be delicious with the fish!”

Whilst she’d made a packet with the foil, added all the ingredients and wrapped it tight inside another layer of foil, she’d kept up the chatter.

“I thought about bringing supplies for banana boats, but I know sweets aren’t really your thing. Have you had one before?”

When you’d shaken your head, her eyes had sparkled when she’d supplied a description.

“You cut a ripe banana lengthwise and put it in a foil packet along with mini-marshmallows and chocolate chip morsels. You set it on the outskirts of the fire for... oh, I don’t know, twenty minutes or so. Once it’s all melted and gooey inside, you can spread it on graham crackers or just eat it with a spoon. Believe it or not, it’s not as messy as s’mores; and everybody can enjoy them at the same time without having to jockey around for a place to roast a marshmallow.”

By the end of the explanation, she’d clamped the fish packet inside the flat wire cage, and propped the frame atop the two tripods constructed from sticks and rope vines. Two tripods, you’d noted, you’d not seen her make.

An hour later, after you’d supped on steamed fish that’d melted in your mouth, she’d held up a little plastic bear full of honey. She’d claimed she’d brought it for the bread as well, but her naughty grin had said otherwise.

“I’d like to drizzle this over you and lick you awhile. Would that be okay?”

After she’d “licked you awhile,” she’d given you her back and straddled your hips. Underneath a sprawling oak, her blonde hair had glowed red-gold against the rays of the setting sun. With her palms on your knees, she’d raised her arse high, looked back over her shoulder and smiled coy just before she’d spread her knees and slowly slid down. You’d reached out and kneaded her cheeks, watched her thigh muscles flex whilst she moved. Each time she’d met the base of your cock, she’d snapped her hips forward.

When she’d really started to move, she’d tossed her hair back and bounced over your cock again and again. You’d been conflicted. You’d wanted your hands on her body as much as you’d wanted to lie back and just enjoy watching her move.

You shake your head and blink, surprised to find yourself in the hotel room with the blue cuff link still in hand. You remember a different night when she’d studied your shirt cuffs and sighed, “I do enjoy a man in cuff links.” You’d cum in your pants twice in less than twenty-four hours during that trip: once under the table in a busy restaurant with her feet pressed hard against you, the other time on a hotel balcony whilst she’d “talked filth in your ear” and you’d sucked her nipples.

You smile.

Good times.

You place the cuff links back in the box, take a deep breath, and grip your knees.

Why the hell not?

Unbuttoning your jeans, you unzip and let your hard cock spring free.

Thinking of the cabin reminds you of her words at lunch the day before. You might’ve been asleep when she’d started rubbing your cum against her clit that first night at the cabin, but you hadn’t been by the end. When you’d first cracked open your eyes, you’d been sure you must’ve been dreaming. The room had been dark except for a long shaft of moonlight that’d streamed through a gap in the curtains. The beam had landed on her wet chest and slick sex like a spotlight. Naked and writhing, already tightening around your fingers, you’d struggled to control your breathing. You’d tried to open your eyes wide enough to see her without revealing you’d been awake. Not that she’d been naked, precisely. She’d worn a gold chain around her waist, gold rings around her taut nipples, and another length of chain that’d trailed down to her pierced clit. When she’d dug in her heels and lifted her hips high off the bed, you’d needed to stroke your cock as much as you’d needed to breath.

In the present, you stroke with long, slow pulls. The detail she’d omitted at lunch had almost been your undoing at the cabin. Whilst she’d worked her clit, she’d moved the hand she’d been using to pinch her nipple (harder than you’d ever done it) down to dip into your cum in the well of her navel. When she’d closed her eyes and dragged that finger across her bottom lip, you’d felt it like a punch of lust in the gut. If she hadn’t been on the verge of coming, she would’ve noticed how you’d pressed your palm over your tip and squeezed to hold back exploding. You remember the look of pleasure/pain on her face... the way she’d bitten her shiny bottom lip... the way her nipples had been wet with your cum. It’d taken every ounce of willpower you’d had not to pull your fingers out and fuck her into the mattress, but you’d wanted to see what she’d do when she’d thought you weren’t looking. She’d spasmed around your fingers that night the same way she’d tightened around them at the restaurant yesterday... the same way she had last night... and this morning. You breath faster, stroke harder as you reach for the red five dollar Bellagio poker chip from the trip to Vegas. She’d nearly brought you to your knees in that fire-engine red sequined dress. Underneath it, she’d worn what she liked to call “the full rig.” Her lingerie, back-seamed stockings, garter belt, and heels had all been red as well. Whether it’d been the Vegas atmosphere or something else, you hadn’t known, but she’d been wild that night, demanding, “harder,” commanding, “don’t you dare cum yet.” She’d pinned your hands to the mattress with her knees while she’d gripped your hair and straddled your face. Whilst she’d bucked against your lips, you’d bucked your painfully hard cock into cool thin air. By the time she’d thrown her head back and come so hard she’d screamed, you’d been hard as bloody steel, desperate for any kind of friction. When she’d looked down at you and smiled as she’d slowly circled her hips and spread her slick juices over your lips and chin, for a split-second, you’d thought you might spontaneously explode. When she’d finally released you, you’d flipped her to her back and shoved your tongue in her mouth. She hadn’t cared a bit, only seemed more excited; so after you’d pushed inside and coated yourself from tip to base, you’d crawled up the mattress to her mouth. She’d hummed whilst she’d licked and sucked, whilst her fingers had worked frantically between her thighs; so you’d pulled away and dipped between her legs so she could lick you clean you again. When you’d tried to repeat the act a third time, you hadn’t known if she’d even been aware she’d done it; but she’d slapped her open palm against your arse with such force you’d been shocked, as if to punish you for even thinking about pulling away again. Wanting to see if she’d slap your arse again... wanting her to slap you again, you’d tried to pull your hips back. This time she’d gripped a cheek in one hand to hold you tight against her lips whilst she’d gripped your bollocks with the other. When she’d dug her nails into your arse, you’d cum so hard you might’ve blacked out. The last thing you remembered was the vibration of her moan as she’d eagerly swallowed you down.

You glance down at the pre-cum at your tip. If she were here, would she insist on licking you clean? Or would she bend you over her knee for “leaking a little.” Don’t think about that story!

Too late... the librarian fantasy was just... you release your cock immediately. It throbs and drips against your stomach whilst you try to catch your breath.

You groan.

That bloody story.

She might’ve thought you’d been kidding about what you might do next, but there’d been a point yesterday when things had been touch and go. If someone had said, “You can shag her right here, mate—right now; but only if we broadcast it across the planetarium dome...” Well, museum goers might’ve gotten a more literal version of “The Big Bang Theater” than they’d bargained for. After a moment, your breathing begins to settle. At least picturing Neil deGrasse Tyson helps calm your current erection.

A few minutes later, the crisis is averted and you pick up the next item, a pendant threaded onto a simple rope string. You recognise this one too. It’s the shark’s tooth you’d found in Mexico. You remember the morning you’d found it whilst walking on the beach at Tulum. She’d been thrilled when she’d found a little black sliver of a tooth the size of a tiny rose thorn. When you’d picked this one up, bone white, and big as a bottle cap, you’d asked, “Is this a tooth or a rock?” Her eyes had gone wide with excitement. She’d lunged at you, had nearly tackled you into the sand. Wrapping her legs around your waist, she’d covered your face with kisses declaring you “brilliant,” and “a shark tooth hunting prodigy,” and “absolutely perfect in every way.” As clear as that memory was, it didn’t hold a candle to those of later that night. Pleasantly buzzed after an excellent dinner at a local cantina, you’d sprawled on a lounge chair where you’d enjoyed the cool evening breeze by the little bungalow’s saltwater pool. Someone close by, maybe a neighbor, had played Spanish guitar. People had talked and laughed whilst they’d strollled along the moonlit shore. Lacing your fingers behind your head, you’d sighed, content as you’d stared up at a sky full of stars

She’d been drunk on gold margaritas when she’d floated out onto the pool deck. Lost in her own little world, she’d closed her eyes and swayed to the music, slowly running her hands up and down her breasts and belly. Loose tendrils of long hair had escaped her braid in the light breeze, whilst her gauzy red dress had flutterred in the wind. Soon, she’d lain flat on her back on a lounge chair and then pointed her toes and her gaze straight up, as if identifying distant constellations. Moving her legs in wide, sweeping arcs, she’d continued to softly hum as she’d unwound her braid. With the task complete, she’d stood, reached down to remove a sandal, and wobbled precariously before righting herself. When she’d caught sight of you, she’d grinned madly and pitched the shoe over her shoulder with a high arc to land somewhere on the dark beach behind her. Plopping onto a deck chair, she’d removed the other shoe, and tossed that one as well. When it’d landed with a splash in the pool beside her, she’d raised her gaze up to the starry sky as if she’d been wary, as if it might’ve suddenly begun raining sandals. When she’d lowered her gaze, her eyes had settled on you, her expression quickly shifting from concerned to intent. When you’d unzipped your shorts and pushed them down your thighs, her eyes had been fixed on your cock pulsing hard on your belly. She’d bitten her bottom lip and reached up to untie the sheer red fabric knotted behind her neck. After folding one side of the dress down, she’d glided over and handed you the tail end. Though you’d doubted she could’ve walked a straight line, she’d somehow managed to make her next moves seem choreographed. With a far away look, she’d rounded her arms and tucked in her thumbs. Toes pointed, she’d dipped her head, weaved under the fabric, twirled and dipped again. By the time she’d finished the series of moves, she’d stood proud and naked at the end of a long crimson trail. And then she’d begun to dance. She’d moved slowly, stretched her body out in long, lean lines as she’d bent and spun around you. From certain angles, anyone could’ve seen her. People walking along the shore could’ve seen her bend and sway, naked and beautiful, could’ve seen you work your cock while you’d watched her. For you, the threat of being seen had only heightened the experience. When she’d come to stand poised at the foot of your chair, the moon had been full at her back, her hair big and wild in the humidity. And then, wearing nothing but a red hibiscus flower tucked behind her ear, stark tan lines, and a naughty smile, she’d crawled up your body like a stealth little cat. You’d never forget the searing wet heat when she’d impaled herself on you, the way she’d writhed above you. When she’d clutched her elbows over her head, you’d reached up and palmed her breasts. Closing your eyes, you can almost feel the way she’d swivelled her hips, hear the way she’d moaned...

You eye your hard-on twitching on your belly. Why am I fighting this?

After tying on the necklace, you grip your cock and begin stroking once again.

The next item is a ticket stub from the Broadway show you’d seen two nights earlier, the comedy “Six” about the wives of Henry the Eighth. When she’d first seen you in your tux, she hadn’t reacted the way you’d expected. When does she ever?

Once she’d stopped laughing, she’d waved a hand toward her own blue velvet dress and declared, “We’re dressed to the nines to see “Six” at eight. You remember the way she’d looked later in that dress, on her knees in the elevator. Her eyes had been merry as she lowered your zip. Why did I stop her again?

You glance at the padded arm of the couch. As long as you lived, you’d never forget that image. When you’d gripped her hips and bucked up into her, she’d thrown her head back and screamed. Her hair had covered you, tickling teasing. You’d closed your eyes and fucked her harder.

Stroking faster, you stare at the coffee table. She’d bent over and gripped the edge, and then she’d bent further until she’d gripped the underside of the couch. You’d pulled out of her immediately, grabbed her around the waist, and bodily lifted her up to standing. Hands gripping her thighs, you’d turned her body to face you. You try to be a gentlemen with her, so she’d blinked, surprised when you’d demanded, “Do it facing this way. I want your tits in my mouth when I cum.” Though she’d hesitated, she’d nodded once. When she’d climbed up to stand on the couch, one stockinged foot on either side of your thighs, her sex had been at eye level. She’d placed her hands on the back of the couch behind your head whilst you’d circled your hands around her waist. Moving one foot and then the other, she’d spread her legs wide and stood on opposite arms of the couch. And then, little by little, she’d turned and twisted her ankles, lowering her torso slowly, one bare inch at a time. You’d moved your hands from her waist down to cup her cheeks. You’d traced a fingertip up and down her wet, bare sex. She’d closed her eyes and taken deep breaths. She’d moved lower and lower until she’d been suspended only a couple of inches above the base of your cock. Your shaft had been nestled tight between her cheeks. And then, you’d kissed the taut muscles of her inner thighs, pushed a finger into her tight sex, then two. You’d worked your fingers deep into her dripping wet sex, finding the spot that made lose her mind. You’d sucked her nipples, tongued her piercing, and sucked her clit before you’d pulled her down onto you again.

In the present, your fist pumps... your thighs shake...

I want her nipples in my mouth right now!

You let go of your throbbing cock. What am I waiting for?

You stare at the two items remaining on the couch. We’ll finish together.

When your breaths are semi-normal, you pick up the next item. You’d recognised the blue-green sea glass immediately as well. You’d picked it up on the white sand beach in the little cove where you’d pitched the sailboat’s anchor. When you’d handed her the hunk of smooth glass and said, “to match your eyes,” hers had gone soft. Ten minutes later, you’d been reclined on a smooth, warm boulder, swim trunks around your ankles as she’d sucked you slow and deep under the warm, afternoon sun. That night, on the boat deck under a billion stars, she’d made love to you. There was no other word for it. She’d climbed onto the hammock, lifted that white dress and taken you inside. Under a sky filled with more stars than you’d ever imagined, she’d looked down on you whilst she’d moved, her eyes and lips had been soft when she’d leaned down to cup your face and kiss you.

When you glance at the fox, your breath quickens, you stroke faster. You remember the other fox all too well. It’d been during the virtual meeting you’d discussed just last night. You glance at the desk and stroke faster. You’d wondered why she’d asked so many questions before the meeting.

Are you the facilitator?

No.

Will you be expected to speak?

Yes.

Prepared remarks or off-the-cuff?

I’ll answer questions related to my department.

Will you be on-screen the whole hour, or only when you speak?

On screen most of the hour.

Will you need to wear a suit and tie?

No.

Just a tie?

No. I’ll wear a collared shirt. It’s casual.

Will you dress fully or just from the waist up?

Waist up.

What’s the over-all objective of the meeting?

You’d had to stop and think before answering.

So someone somewhere can tick a box that says, “Hold a meeting.”

What’s your personal objective for the meeting?

After a moment’s hesitation, you’d decided to be honest.

To tick a box that says, “Attend a meeting.”

So, nothing earth-shattering you’d need absolute attention for?

Absolutely not.

At that, she’d grinned wide and batted her lashes.

One last question: Would you wear a suit and tie to the meeting?”

For you, love? Yes. Absolutely.

You hadn’t packed a suit, so you’d gone out and bought one off the rack the same afternoon. Imagining what she might have planned, you’d been hard in the store. You’d been hard the next morning when you’d buttoned your shirt, hard when you’d attached cuff links, and hard when you’d knotted your tie.

The last forty-five minutes of your meeting had been the most exquisite torture. With five minutes remaining, you’d closed your eyes, gripped the desk edge and cum into her hot mouth without making a sound. At the memory of the way she’d looked up at you, when your eyes had met and you’d known a dozen people had watched but had no idea what the two of you had been up to in that moment... you stroke faster in the present... quickly unbutton your shirt, bare your chest.... shagging her on the couch... the way she’d screamed while wearing the plug... you pump harder, faster.... stroking you in the elevator.... your bollocks draw tight... tears rolling her cheeks when she’d taken you down her throat so deep...your thighs quake....dripping onto your palm when you’d said you’d wanted to shag her on camera... that story, spanking you in front of the other girls, her nipples in your mouth while being sucked off.... her finger pushing inside you while she sucked you down.... one final pump and then .... your mind goes blank, rolls over... jets of cum lash your stomach, coat your chest again and again and again...

Breaths still heaving, you stare at the little red fox on the coffee table. After she’d swallowed you down during your meeting, she’d slowly, thoroughly, licked you clean, and then neatly tucked you away. She’d stood, straightened her skirt, and left a little paper fox on the corner of the desk before she’d exited the room. Once the meeting had adjourned, you’d picked up the fox. The words on his tail had said, “Read Me.” Inside, it’d said, “...taking an extra ten minutes for my lunch break. Thanks, boss!”

You’d smiled.

Cheeky.

You turn this little fox over in your palm to see the same words written on his tail.

Though it seems a shame to unfold him, you open up the paper to find a url address inside. You recognize it as an anagram of her name. Typing it into your phone, you’re immediately taken to a social media site. At the top of the page you read, “Happy Birthday!” followed by, “Welcome to the nerdfest!”

By the time you close the room door behind you, you’ve solved the trivia puzzle she’d created just for you and now have a new address where she’d written, “your gift awaits.” Time’s running short, so you’ll save it until you’re on the plane.

EPILOGUE

Once you’re safely out of La Guardia air space, you reach for your phone and navigate to the second address. To be on the safe side, you shield the screen from the man beside you. Below, the headline, “A Birthday Story,” she’s written a note.

“Hello, love. I’m glad you made it here. I knew you would. I didn’t know if you were able to save anything else I’d written for you, so I wanted to give you something to remember me by. Please take care of yourself. I’ll miss you. It really was the best In-between Day ever.”

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08.18.17 • Day 89! 🎈 We hiked 7 miles over the Crocker peaks and then straight down to ME 27 faster than ever due to being rained on for most of the morning. We were picked up promptly by somewhat of a family friend with a nearby cabin. Houdini, Tripod, and Falls were also with us needing a ride so the hilarious Doc took all five of us stinky, starving hikers to the Looney Moose for lunch. Buffalo gorged on a Wicked Good Burger, and I finally had a Maine lobster roll and lobster stew! We dropped the others off in Stratton before heading to Doc and Missy's incredibly quaint cabin. We got immediately comfortable sitting in front of their furnace, took hot showers, and had incredible conversation while Missy wined and dined us a little. Eventually we went to the store to resupply for our last two weeks on this half of the trail, and had a delicious dinner at the Stratton Plaza. Before bed we watched the last half of An American Werewolf in London, and honestly I could've lived without ever seeing that movie in my life, but it was pretty funny. Even more hilarious were the endless jokes Doc has and the priceless comradery between he and Missy. These are two incredible trail angels that we will surely never forget! (at Eustis, Maine)

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The Best Cat Harnesses for Your Kitty’s Outdoor Adventures

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Crazy K Farm When choosing a harness for your pet cat to put on while traveling, comfort as well as safety are vital. The vest-style Kitty Holster harness is soft, breathable, as well as comfy to use for long stretches of time. Some reviewers assert that this harness is virtually escape-proof. Matthew Inman, developer of the Oatmeal, as well as his pet cat Bullitt, are even fans! The made-in-the-U.S. harness is available in a wide range of shades, designs, as well as patterns consisting of

a reflective safety and security vest, a camouflage vest, a bandana-print vest, and also (at the producer’s site) personalized vests for tripod felines. Why we like it: With 4 dimensions, you can fit a cat of nearly any type of size Machine-washable, 100%cotton Velcro

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Purchase on Amazon Buy on Chewy Purchase From Crazy K Farm OK,&this is a dog harness. It obtains terrific testimonials from people whose felines are too huge for cat equipment. Super-soft and also snuggly, this harness comes in dimensions to fit extra-large cats in addition to lap dogs. Its Velcro straps make sure an excellent fit, regardless of how your

pet cat is formed. According to one evaluation, also a 30-pound pet cat was able to easily wear this harness. Inspect the size graph for the right dimension based upon your feline’s weight as well as neck dimension. Why we like it: Plush corduroy, suede, or artificial natural leather textile alternatives Step-in style allows you to place it on without going over the feline’s head More than a loads shades and also textiles. Get Now on Amazon Peace of mind! SleepyPod provides this initial and also well-designed feline harness that intends to fix the trouble of Houdini pet cats. Conventional harnesses, also when fitted correctly, can not stop a determined feline from slipping out the back. This harness is a martingale collar, which indicates it tightens if the feline draws back against it. Just how does it work? Watch this video clip,( which also has directions for determining as well as suitable your cat). SleepyPod is constantly ingenious and safety-minded. This harness, like all Sleepypod items, is made from high-quality materials. Why we like it: Innovative layout that avoids your

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harness alternatives, you ought to be able to find a secure as well as comfy harness for your feline so they can enjoy the outdoors. As soon as your pet cat is leash educated, you also can ask your cat sitter to put on that excellent harness and take your feline outdoors to explore the world. More Reading Featured picture through Pixabay/ g3gg0 sidebar The Dog People Newsletter Sign

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