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justaaveragereader · 1 year ago

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10.01 | Frankensteins Monster

Pairing: Choi Jongho x Reader

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: Monster Fucking, Stomach Bulge, Electrostimulation, Size Difference, Man Handling, Unprotected Sex (Wrap It Up), Nipple Play, Clothes Ripping, Oral (F Receiving), Soft Boy Monster Jongho, Spanking, If I Missed Anything Let Me Know 👀..

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NSFW UNDER CUT ~ MDNI🔞!!!

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want too, Jongho.” You whisper out as quietly as possible.

“Yes he does! I need to know if it is properly working. And what better way to find out then you my sweet.” Dr. Frankenstein says through a pout while squishing your cheeks.

You bat his hands away from your face, rubbing Jonghos shoulder, trying to give him as much comfort as possible. It was his first time having sex as well…a monster. Dr. Stein felt it was best to run a test on his own creation to see if it was possible. The test? Seeing if the penis he had attached to Jongho could function normally. Hell, it better had worked well, it’s not like Dr. Stein sent you to a cemetery to dig up endless male bodies to decipher which penis would work best.

Jongho was 7 feet tall, 250 pounds of lean muscle, with the most off white blue skin you had seen. Both eyes were two different shades of brown, border lining black, big metal bolts stuck out each side of his neck, he had stitches covering various parts of his body, as none of those pieces belonged to his original body. Visually a terrifying monster to most people, but to you he was the softest thing that rolled off a metal table. Despite not knowing his own strength you had grown to like Jongho. Wanting his monster to “adapt” to what it’s like to be a real human, he decided why not start with a penis. Why? Dr. Stein didn’t even brief you with an answer on it.

“I just want you to fill out this clipboard when you are finished y/n. Tell me how it goes.” Dr. Stein shoved a clipboard with various pages attached to it, some pages had his own scribbled notes on them.

“Wait! You want us to do it..here?” You whispered loudly to Dr. Stein, while Jongho couldn’t speak, a couple grunts here, a couple grunts there. He wasn’t very verbal. Dr. Stein was still in the process of trying to tweak his vocal chords. While he couldn’t speak he was very smart, whatever he lacked in vocals, he made up for it with knowledge, he was highly intelligent.

“This isn’t romantic sex Y/n. This is for science! I will give you both some privacy.” Dr. Stein wiggled his eyebrows at Jongho giving him a firm grasp on his shoulder. Leaving you down in his work area, with a clipboard in your sweaty palms. Your eyes are shooting everywhere, refusing to look at Jongho.

Letting out a small grunt, your eyes lift over to Jongho. Who is slightly smiling while looking at you, his hands flat against the metal slab, dwarfing the piece of metal. You walk closer to him, your hand gripping the clipboard for dear life. You stand between his giant legs. Fiddling with the pen located at the top of the clipboard. Jongho never intimidated you because while he was a monster, who truly didn’t know his own strength. He was always gentle with you, he made you feel like he couldn’t even harm a fly.

“We really don’t have to do this, Jongho. You get a choice too..” you whisper out quietly. Still avoiding eye contact. He slowly raises his hand, grabbing the clipboard out of your hands. Placing it down next to him. Standing up, his body easily towers over yours. Jongho could make anyone feel small. Letting out a small grunt, he places a cold finger under your chin, tilting your head up so you could look at him. Your body is littered with goosebumps. For a man of few words he definitely knew what he was doing, that part of his brain definitely was intact. Your hands are tight in fists, nerves wracking your whole body. You don’t know if you were excited or full of nervousness. You’d be lying though if you said that the height difference between you both didn’t make your lower stomach tight.

Flashing you his signature gummy smile he grabs one of your hands that is tightly wrapped in a fist, causing your body to immediately relax at his cold touch. He steps closer to you, cocking your head back as far as it could do, the look in his different colored eyes is telling another story. You feel his hard cock crush against your belly. While you dug up the bodies you didn’t help Dr. Stein pick out the body part. Too exhausted from the hard labor you had done but boy oh boy did Dr. Stein pick out a thick one. Why would you expect anything less though? Dr. Stein only strived for the best.

You let out a small gasp at feeling his hardened length against your stomach. His giant hand that dwarfed yours, moves your fist down to his cock, making you feel how hard he actually was. You relaxed your hand, letting your fingers dance along his length, by the first brush of your fingers he jerks his body back slightly. The feeling of your hand on him was enough to make him prematurely cum. Letting out a small breathy grunt, he grabs your hand signaling you to stop touching him. Placing one hand on your waist he turns you around, pushing you down so you’re sitting on the metal slab. Now that you are seated you finally take in the true size difference between the both of you. He was going to break you in half.

You lay back on your arms, parting your legs so Jongho can fit further between them. Taking the invite he stands between your legs, cold fingers running over the swell of your breasts. You shiver slightly at his cold hands. His other hand coming up under your shirt, cold fingertips brushing against your warm skin. Letting out a small groan at the warmth radiating from you. His lips part as his hands travel further and further up your shirt til they meet the bottom of your bra. What he thinks is a small tug on the bra results in him lifting you slightly off the metal slab, your head bumping into his stomach. Huffing and puffing at the contraption that’s holding your chest. Instead of helping him you are too dazed in the way he is manhandling your body.

Like you truly are nothing but a piece of paper to him. Gripping the neck line he rips your shirt right in half, causing you to let out a small chuckle, your hands coming up to run along the chiseled abs underneath his shirt that looks like it’s made out of rags. Your warm hands on his cool skin causes him to buck into you, a loud grunt slipping out his mouth, his hard cock pressed directly into your stomach. Grabbing both sides of your bra he rips it off of your body, your breast falling free. His hand immediately gripping one of your warm breasts causing you to let out a small yelp at the temperature difference. He was addicted to your heat like a moth to a flame.

“Please Jongho…” you whine. Your thighs are trying to rub together but his big body is in the way.

Running his hands through his dark brown locks on his head, his cold hand brushing against the bolt on the side of his neck. Bringing his hand down to brush over your other breast while he still has a grip on the other, his cool hand making your nipple pebble. As his other hand comes down to brush against your other nipple it sends a small shock to your nipple, causing you to let out a loud moan, your bud instantly perking up. Your body jerks slightly against him, making his hard cock dig further into your stomach. You feel it twitch, his cock surely worked.

“Again..” you whimper out pathetically. Jongho was far from dumb, he knew that brushing his hand against his bolt would send a current through him, as he was dead he couldn’t feel it. As to where a warm blooded, pumping heart body would feel the current. Bringing a finger up to his bolted neck he gives it a light tap before pinching your hardened nipple in between his giant fingers, another shock is sent to your nipple causing your back to arch off the cool metal slab once more.

“Jongho!” You yelp out, lifting his other hand off of you he touches the other bolt, bringing it down to your other nipple, sending it a small shock making it pebble up even harder. Your eyes rolling back at the spark. Your hand shoots out to grab his humongous thigh. Nails digging into the material of his pants. Your breathing becomes heavier, eyes growing hooded. With just a couple touches Jongho already has you wrapped around his thick fingers.

Letting out a sound that is very similar to a cocky laugh, he grunts, stepping back so he can pull off the pants you are wearing. You could help him take them off so he doesn’t rip them, but that would take the fun away. Wasting no time he grips the hem of your pants, ripping them clean off your body, his cold hands instantly finding your skin. Running his hands all over your lower body, finding home between the meat of your very warm thighs. Making both of your legs straighten against him, your feet weren’t even close to his head, they landed just under his pecs.

His cold finger runs along your clothed clit, oh he for sure was experienced. That part of his brain was clearly working. His cool finger pushing on the fabric causes it to sandwich between your wet lips, causing you to let out a small whimper. His eyes shooting up at you with the biggest shit eating grin you think you’ve ever seen. His hand brushes against the bolt, bringing his electric charged hand to your cunt. The shock causes your legs to buckle, yet due to his strong grip on your legs, they barely move an inch. Your wet panties cause the shock to be felt all over your wet cunt, the pulsing feeling making your head spin. His thumb brushes his bolt, placing the pad of it directly on your clothes clit, sending the small zap directly to your clit.

Your eyes instantly roll back, your mouth hangs open with no noise coming out. The feeling is unlike anything you’ve ever felt. Your skin is buzzing, your body hairs now standing, while your body is littered with goosebumps. Letting your legs go with his other hand, he slowly places them down so your small legs are hanging on each side of him, opening you up more to him, your body in a full spread eagle position. Gripping the crotch area of your panties he rips them off of your body. The cold air causes your goosebumps to stand even more.

Your wet pussy on full display for him, you looked like you walked off a magazine to him. His brain is short circuiting, you can tell from the sparks that are flying off of the bolts that are pierced on each side of his neck. His cock twitches as the fluorescent lights shine off of your slick that’s covering your cunt. Clearly in a daze, you run your foot under his rag like shirt, the warm sole of your foot on his cold chest, wakens him slightly. Spark from the bolts still flying rapidly but his eyes drift up to your face. A warm smile on your pretty face.

“Hey big boy…are you still with me?” You whisper, a warm smile that warms his cold dead body. Letting out a small grunt, he nods his head. Giant hand gripping his cock to relieve some of the pent up frustration he lets out a deep growl. A noise you’ve never heard him make, it sounds border lining primal. You can clearly see the wet patch from his cock, what exactly liquid that is? You aren’t too sure, yet you don’t seem to care. Licking your lips, you nudge Jongho with your foot.

“Come on Jjong…fuck me please.” You plead to him. The sparks now shoot farther from his body. That nickname always made him feel something. You were working him up on purpose. His hand fully grips the bolt on his neck, sticking out his tongue he touches it, sending an electric charge through it. Confused by his sudden movements, you sit up on your arms, watching him as he falls to his knees. Big shoulders cause your legs to spread even further. What was he..?

“Oh my fucking goddddd!” You instantly moan out, his electric charged tongue was pressed directly against your wet cunt. The shock goes instantly to your clit, but the waves of the current spread out to your whole cunt, making you clench around nothing. Your hands gripping the soft brown locks on his head. Touching his bolt again, he makes direct contact with your clit, the shock sending your head spiraling back, choking out a sob. Tears of pleasure fill your eyes, his other hand grips your breast, pinching your nipple. Between him constantly electric charging his tongue, and him flicking your hardened buds your body is feeling so many sensations at once. His cold tongue on your wet clit, with the shocks of electricity. The mini sparks flying off his neck, that are landing on your thighs.

He’s eating you out like he’s a starved man, he’s on a mission. Flat cold tongue against your warm heat, the temperature difference felt like it was tweaking your nerves. Your legs jerking with each flick of his big tongue, charging his tongue again, he places his whole mouth on your pussy, practically swallowing you whole. Sending a current charge to it all, your body jerking up, legs trying to close yet not being able to, while your toes instantly curl. The shocking feeling instantly sends you into a screaming orgasm. Your hands gripping his hair for dear life while tears pour down your face. Drinking down your essence, he lifts his soaking face off of your red, puffy cunt. Charging his finger one last time, he presses against your clit, giving it once more small shock causing your whole body to spasm, your juices leak out of you once more.

Your chest is heaving up and down, eyes shut tightly, trying to regain all the focus back on your mind. It feels like you are the one now short circuiting. You hear rustling, cracking your eyes open, you see Jongho shimmying out of his pants, trying your best to regain consciousness, you lock eyes with his lower half, wanting to see what is underneath the material of his pants. Just as he gets them low enough a pale blue cock springs out, with stitching similar to his skin running along his lengthened member. His cock, hard as a rock, with various colors on it, dripping a clear fluid? Wanting to make sure it wasn’t embalming fluid you sit up, running your fingers over his member, cock bobbing as you were giving it attention. You rub your thumb over the tip, bringing it up to your nose to smell it. It had no scent…did he fill his balls with water..?

Jongho getting impatient with your light touches trying to figure out what was taking you so long. He moves his hips forward, cock brushing against your bottom lip, licking your bottom lip trying to figure out the clear fluid, smacking your lips to get a taste. Bastard, he did fill Jongho with water. Smoothing your hands over his tight balls, you pump his enormous cock two times, before looking up at Jongho with a small pout on your face.

“Did he fill you with water Jjong? He prepared you just for me.” Jongho throws his head back, letting you pump his hard cock, your small hand not even coming close to fully wrapping around him. Grabbing your hand he pulls you off the metal table, holding you in his arms. He lays down, placing you on top of him. Seating you right below where is cock stands up fully erect, fully ready for attention.

“I’ve never had a cock this big before Jongho..” you whisper out, hands still rubbing alongside of him. A grin takes place once again on his face. Clearly proud that he will be your biggest. Gripping your hand he guides you to get on top, your drooling cunt wavering over his thick cock. Easing the tip into your body, you instantly moan at the pressure of just the tip barely brushing your walls. He’s thick, thick, thick. Your head instantly is thrown back, you ease down on Jongho slowly, thanks to him eating you out earlier it loosened you up perfectly. As your ass comes in contact with his cold legs. He charges his hand, touching the bulge in your lower belly, causing you to let out such a pathetic whimper it makes his cock jump inside you. Your hands tightly gripping his muscular thighs. The ridges from the stitching brushes your wet walls causing you to fall forward, your hands bracing themselves on his muscular chest.

“Oh my fucking god Jongho..” you breathe out. Chest heaving with pleasure, your cunt has his thick cock in a vice grip. His swollen head brushing against your spongy spot with each breath you take. He was wall to wall in your cunt, filling you up deliciously. If you had been looking at him you would’ve been he was holding back all restrain to not bounce you on his cock like you were some sort of fuck toy. He didn’t have hardly any feeling in his body due to no nervous system, but the way his cock could feel all of you was having him walk on a tightrope.

Giving your hips a wiggle, trying to get as comfy as possible you bring your hips up before slowly making your way down. Trying to get a small rhythm going before you lost your mind on his thick cock that was just splitting you open. Mouth hung open with each raise of your hips, throaty moans leave your mouth, your nails raking down Jonghos shirt. Jongho charges one of his hands, bringing it down to rub on your clit, the charge sending you into another dimension. Your body stutters on top of him, falling forward so your chest is against his upper stomach. You could feel the bulge in your stomach, causing you to moan even louder. The spacious area left no sound to the imagination.

“J..Jongho pl-please..” you grunt out with barely any breath. That grin reappearing he places both of his feet on the metal slab, hiking your body up. His hips immediately slamming up into you. Causing your body to jerk like you were a doll. One hand on your hip the other wrapping itself around your throat, keeping your body held up. His thrusts going at an inhumane pace, your eyes instantly fill with tears, your choked out screams are filling the room. Your pussy juices are coating your inner thighs, along with your ass, causing a wet slapping noise to fill the room. Echoing the space, you wouldn’t be shocked if even the outsiders who roam close could hear you. Charging his hand he slaps your ass, your back arching further into the air, the prickly feeling on your skin causes you to grip his wrist that is keeping you upright.

“Fuck..Fuck Jongho.” You stutter out with each slam of his thick cock that’s bullying its way into your warm wet walls, has you losing sanity. Charging his hand again, he slaps your ass once more, causing your body to litter once again with goose bumps, your nails digging into his wrist. Charging that same hand again, he slaps your ass even harder once more, causing a loud crackling noise that’s sparking from his bolts to be heard in the room. The feeling has tears pouring down your face, your body feels like it’s riding cloud nine. He has permanently ruined you for any other man or monster that comes after him. Charging his hand once more, he lets out a loud grunt, his hips hiking you up more, the way he’s bouncing you in the air like you weigh nothing has you practically catching air time. Touching his own cock filling it with electric current when your cunt slams down on him it sends a shock through your whole inner core, up to your brain. Your body instantly gets thrown into an orgasm, your back arching letting out a curdling scream of pleasure.

The electric current flowing from him, with your scream causes the lights to flicker, along with one of them busting, and shattering all over the floor. Jongho is still hammering away into your pulsing cunt, he’s jackhammering you up and down like you are a weightless rag doll that only he can use to get off. His grip on your throat tightens, charging his other hand once more he cups your cunt as he pulls out, shooting his clear cum fluid all over his hand that is cupping your oozing cunt. A loud grunt leaves his throat, causing another light bulb to shatter. The jolts of electricity cause you to succumb to the pleasure, ripping another forceful orgasm. Legs shaking, what’s left of the lights flickering, glass shattering orgasm. Your body instantly falls slack against Jongho, releasing your throat so you flop down on him like a wet doll. The buzzing noise of the currents of electricity in the room are all that’s heard besides your heavy breathing. Jonghos cool, clammy hands come up to cup your face to make sure you are okay.

Giving him a dopey smile, you give his cool lips a quick peck. Before laying your head back down on his chest. His cool fingers run up and down your backside. Eyes starting to get heavy, just as you are about to pass out from exhaustion, you hear a knocking coming from the lair door upstairs.

“The way I heard you screaming, I would say there are no complaints.” Dr. Stein says through a loud chuckle from the other side of the door.

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los-plantalones · 2 months ago

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OH DANG it’s food time again! Here’s my go-to jelly recipe for using rose hips. Apples lend natural pectin so you don’t have to add any powders, plus they bulk up the recipe without taking away from the taste of the rose hips. Here’s how we do:

Ingredients:

• 500 g (about 1 lb) apples*

• 220 g (about 1/2 lb) rose hips

• 250 g (about 9 oz) cane sugar

• Juice of 1/2 a lemon

Instructions:

1. Clean your rose hips, making sure to get rid of as many of the seeds and hairs as possible. You do NOT want a mouthful of those dadblamed hairs. Pulse them in a blender or food processor until slightly mushy.

2. Clean and cut your apples into quarters. No worries about the skin and core – that adds the natural pectin we need in this recipe and we’re straining them out, anyway!

3. Toss the apples into a large saucepan and cover with water, until it’s about an inch over the apples. Bring to a boil, and cook until nice and tender.

4. Add the rosehips. Reduce heat and simmer for ten minutes. Turn off the heat and let cool for a bit.

5. Strain the mix using a cheesecloth or jelly bag. Don’t use a sieve, it’s not fine enough to catch all the bits. Leave the mix to strain a few hours or overnight.

6. Add your strained liquid to a clean saucepan with the sugar** and lemon juice. Dissolve the sugar slowly over medium heat.

7. Once the sugar is dissolved, bring your mixture to a boil until it reaches the set point (220°F / 105°C). (If you don’t have a candy thermometer, use the saucer test or spoon test methods to check for doneness.)

8. Let your jelly cool before pouring it into sterilized jars.*** Process in a water bath if canning, or store in the fridge for up to 6 months.

*Any variety of apple with a nice combo of sweet and tart will work.

**You may need more or less sugar depending on how much liquid you end up with. You want at least an equal ratio!

***Makes about two 8 oz jelly jars.

#rose hips #apples #recipes #wild food #foraging #jelly #this jelly tastes awesome on biscuits and scones of course #but it tastes AMAZING with cheese on a sharkcoochie board #or as a base in a marinade/glaze for meats

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stobinesque · 1 year ago

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intro & masterlist

read • 29 • ze/zir/zirs

I follow and interact from @amusingdisplacement.

Mostly Stobin, Steddie, and Lucas Sinclair content here, but I am, broadly speaking, a multishipper! (There is the occasional canon-Stancy-critical reblog here and there, tagged anti-stancy for filtering purposes.)

No DNI criteria, but minors take note that there's fairly frequent 18+ content here. And B*lly Hargr*ve fans who don't think he's canonically racist: we will not get along.

links & nav guide

[ ao3 account ] • [ spotify ]

tags:

#read.txt : original homegrown ramblings. sometimes there are even coherent headcanons here.

#read writes : general-purpose writing tag

#read microfic : where all of my microfic drabbles for my 250 follower celebration can be found!

things i currently ramble about a lot:

#jeff is steve's bi awakening au | #wayfinder tag [s4 lucas pov fix-it] | #first light tag [rockie apocalyptic first date fic] | #wigwag tag [steve's gay slut-discovery era: the fic]

fic list

highlights:

currently posting: Follow Celebration Microfics!

newest: held frozen like an angel to me • E • steddie • [read on ao3]

biggest hit: lay your cuts and bruises over my skin • unrated • Steve-centric • [ao3 only]

writer's higlight: the firmament in you • T • stobin • [read on ao3]

SERIES

semiotics 'verse

[series masterpost tk]

/ˌsemēˈädiks/ plural 1. the study of signs and symbols and their use or interpretation. "Queer identities, and the everyday practices and performances associated with them, cannot be dissociated from the ways in which they are expressed by language—in all its subtleties and implicit associations as well as explicit self-reports—as situated in dynamic contexts of social norms and values, politics, power, ideology and various media" (source)

lay your cuts and bruises over my skin

3/3 | wc: 22k | Unrated | Gen / Steve-centric | ao3 only

People like to say that Steve can’t take a punch. But that’s not strictly true. The other accusation—that he’s no good at throwing a punch—is closer to the truth. But really the issue can be neatly summarized by the fact that he’s a little too good at taking a punch. OR A history of Steve Harrington’s bruises.

plinth

One-Shot | wc: 1k | G | Gen / Robin & Max | read on ao3

There are monsters in Hawkins, Billy Hargrove is dead, and Robin is sitting next to his kid sister while her summer job burns in front of her.

phryctoria

7/7 | T | Gen / Stobin & Steve-centric

Sometimes your gay awakening is just having someone to show you it’s possible. After Starcourt, Steve realizes he's gay, comes out to his best friend, and starts figure out how to navigate his new reality with her. Sometimes your gay awakening is just having someone to show you it’s possible. After Starcourt, Steve realizes he's gay, comes out to his best friend, and starts figure out how to navigate his new reality with her.

A Cure for All That Ails You

One-Shot | wc: 6k | T | Gen / Stobin | read on ao3

Steve gives her a despairing look. “Please don’t tell me your only experience of grilled cheeses have been ones made with Kraft singles.” “Okay, I won’t tell you!” She says brightly. Steve looks to be on the brink of tears. “Hey…it’s okay, Steve. I promise you can pop my good-grilled-cheese cherry!” Steve’s expression, if anything, grows even more pained. “Please, for the love of God, do not put it like that.” For Lex's Spicy Six Summer Fanworks Challenge prompt: “How did you go through life so far without knowing how to make a grilled cheese sandwich?”

perfect creature rarely scene

held frozen like an angel to me

One-Shot | wc: 10.3k | E | Steddie | read on ao3

There's a figure in the doorway, silhouetted by the chandeliers he keeps faintly lit in the receiving hall. Eddie sees the outline of wings. Of horns. A flowered crown. No sooner has he had the thought to reach out than the figure is stalking towards him. Eddie still can't move, and the beat of his heart picks up its pace. Not yet pounding in terror, but racing like he's just started a chase. He wants to speak. Wants to cry out, wants to— "Hello, my pet."

ONE SHOTS

the shape of things lost; the shape of things to come

T | wc: 1k | Gen / Stobin | cw: Major (Canonical) Character Death, Post-Season 4 Vol. 2, Grief & Mourning, fatalistic thinking

hitch, loop, hand & heart [ READ ON AO3 ]

E | wc: 2k | cw/tags: Bondage, Shibari, Hand Kink, Praise Kink, Anal Fingering, Soft Dom Steve, Good Boy Eddie, ‘puppy’ used as a term of endearment

the mouth that feeds you [ READ ON AO3 ]

E | wc: 4k | cw/tags: Office Sex, Desk Sex,Lingerie, thigh biting, Stone Top Robin, Sassy Pillow Princess Nancy (kinda), ‘sir’ used as an honorific, Praise Kink, Oral Sex, Dacryphilia (just a dash), Edging, Vaginal Fingering, Squirting [there’s…a lot going on here]

CHALLENGES & PROMPT FILLS

Steddie Week fics:

Day Two: Fluff [T+]

Day Three: First Kiss [T]

Day Four: Familiar / “let me be the void you fill” [T+]

Days 6: Misunderstanding & 7: “Freedom!” by Wham / “talking could, if we’d just dare (you know that i’ll forgive you)” [part 1][part 2]

Steddie Microfic Challenge fics:

July

prompt: 'pool' original wc goal: 442 bonus round goal: 273 title: center stage • rating: E / M • cws: Kink, D/s dynamics, Public Sex, Bondage, Chastity Device (briefly implied), Boot Kink, Light Degradation/Humiliation

August

prompt: cake wc goal: 311 fill 1: gilding the lily • rating: E • cws: cockwarming, facials, group sex, “puppy” used as term of endearment

fill 2: avarice for pearls • rating: E • cws/tags: D/s dynamics, free use, sloppy seconds, Daddy Kink (no age play)

Spicy Six Summer Challenge fics

A Cure for All That Ails You One-Shot | wc: 6k | T | Gen / Stobin | read on ao3 prompt: “How did you go through life so far without knowing how to make a grilled cheese sandwich?”

TK: the firmament in you [prompt: Dancing under the stars. - stobin] TK: first light on the horizon (at the end of the world) [prompt: First date - rockie]

prompt fills

prompt: “Just pretend to be my date.” [stobin] rating: T (for language) | wc: 771

prompt: things you said but didn’t mean [stobin] rating: T (for language) | wc: 616 | cw: hurt/comfort, arguments & misunderstandings

prompt: things you said through a closed door [steddie] rating: M (for frank discussions of sex) | wc: 679 | cw: hurt/comfort, erectile dysfunction, internalized ableism

prompt: things you didn’t say at all [stobin] rating: G | wc: 276 | cw: angst, hurt/comfort, ambiguous loss

Playlists!

fic related mixes

World's #1 Babysitter Mixtape [rel: lay your cuts and bruises]

Steve & Robin's Scoops Tracks [rel: lay your cuts and bruises]

Steve's Heartbreak Playlist [rel: Steddie Week Day 7 fic]

Stobin Car Tracks #1 [Summer '85] [rel: phryctoria]

Jeff Taste Profie ['84] [rel: 'Jeff is Steve's Bi Awakening AU']

Wayfinder playlist

first light on the horizon [a Vickie mixtape]

(at the end of the world) first light vibes playlist]

the firmament in you playlist

perfect creature rarely seen series playlist

get to know the author mixes

Stobinesque's Ten Song Recs

STOBINESQUE [username playlist]

STOBINESQUE [vol. 2]

AMUSINGDISPLACEMENT [username playlist – main]

#about me #ok to rb

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ednav · 1 year ago

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I don’t like to talk about politics here. But I see so many posts about the war in Israel/Palestine right now, and I cannot help saying my bit. It’s going to be long (read up until the end, or just skip) and messy and very personal. It’s not meant to be an essay that analyses all aspects of the situation. It comes after one of the worst months of my life—please, be kind. I’ve been on this earth for almost half a century, and it’s been one of the worst months of my life.

[If you prefer not to read at all, just skip. No harm done.]

I have both Muslim and Jewish friends in the Europe and in the US. Some of them wear a hijab, some of them wear a kippah. Every morning I check that they didn’t get beaten up because dividing the world into “good guys” / “bad guys” and releasing your frustration on someone who looks like “the bad guys” is an easy way to feel in control when you’re scared.

And now, the unpopular bit: I have Jewish Israeli friends. Every morning I check they came out alive from the bomb shelter. Hamas is still firing rockets—a lot of rockets—on both Tel Aviv and Jerusalem. I wait for them tell me if another disfigured body has been identified as a friend whom they thought that had “just” been kidnapped.

One of these friends goes to the peace protests in Tel Aviv, so I have to check that he didn’t get beaten up by the police either.

(Dear US people: identifying Israel with Netanyahu is like assuming all of you are MAGA Republicans. Worse, actually, because Israel is not a two-party system—more like a twenty-party system—and it’s a mess. Decolonise your mind from assuming that every country works like the US.)

Some of my friends are Mizrahi. Their great-grandparents had to find refuge in the relative safety of Israel after being expelled by another country in that region—a place where they cannot go back to. Not-very-fun fact: they’re also dark-skinned enough to get “randomly checked” every time they get on a plane, unless there’s a woman wearing a hijab or a chador on the same flight. It’s not as simple as European or US colonialism.

(Once again: stop making it all about you. The world is more complex than your country. Especially if your country is less than 250 years old and hasn’t had a battle on its soil in more than 130 years.)

I don’t know anyone in Palestine, so I can’t say what it’s like to have friends on that side of the border. I imagine it’s even worse, given that most people there don’t have shelters, nor actual freedom to protest against their government, at least in the Gaza strip.

Anyway: I don’t wish what I’ve been through in the last month on my worse enemy. And I’m just a friend of some people who are not in the worst possible situation. I know that I cannot even begin to know what it must be like for Jewish, Muslim, Israeli and Palestinian people.

And now, let me tell you about a history book that might have saved the world. I’ve been thinking about it a lot.

It’s a bit outdated, but it’s still quite good, and the writing is simply brilliant. It’s called The Guns of August, and it’s about the first month of WWI. Just the first month, and how we got there. How stubbornness, pride, rhetoric, and even “rationality”, led to a massacre that did nothing but cause another massacre less than a generation later. It was written by a woman, Barbara Tuchman, in 1962. Later that year, during the Cuban Missile Crisis, President John F Kennedy gave it to read to all the generals in the US Army. The message was simple: escalation leads to disaster. Sometimes you have to compromise, accept losses and even a certain degree of “unfair”, rather than getting into a full-blown war.

Now, I’m not a pacifist. I know that some wars are the lesser evil. I have relatives who fought in the Resistance. They were proud of having risked their lives. They were proud of living in a country with free elections—even if fascists-in-all-but-name could get elected—and at peace. But they were not proud of having killed people whose children grew up as orphans.

I see a lot of people, especially younger people, who want Pure Justice. Bad people must be eliminated, good people must triumph, no excuses.

The thing is—there are no completely good people, nor completely bad people. There are people. Often scared and more traumatised than you can possibly imagine.

There are people who must pay for their crimes. There are people who will, and some who won’t. Just ask anyone who survived a war, or a time of almost-civil-war like the Troubles in the UK/Ireland or the terrorism of the 1970s In Europe—that’s something we’ve all seen. (I say “we” because I’m old enough to remember the 1980s. They sucked, trust me.)

The problem is: the more you lose sight of the common humanity of everyone involved, the more you escalate the tension, the more there will be people who are going to pay for crimes they haven’t committed. And the more I see of this world, the more I believe that if there’s one side it’s just fighting for, it’s theirs.

As I said—it’s messy. And human beings are precious, but fragile. Please, be kind.

#personal #politics #human beings #peace #war #justice #be kind

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Cyrus, Aurora, Timmy, Thisday, and Doomsday are all gathered around what appears to be a black void floating in the middle of the room with two doors. It first showed up about a week prior and was then approximately the size of a golf ball. It has since expanded to the size of your average shower curtain. Definitely noticeable by any passersby and by the folks who live there and walk through this area on a regular basis. It especially stands out against the background of white walls and ugly puke orange carpet.

“Well, I’ve tried shouting into it, but nothing happens,” Doomsday says as she floats around it, inspecting it from all angles.

(The rest is below the cut due to gore and other possible triggers. Please see the tags before proceeding!)

“It’s a void. What did you expect? All you’ve managed to achieve is to make the rest of us go deaf,” Cyrus scoffs. Were he in his human form right now he’d be rolling his eyes and crossing his arms. As he is currently in his Nightcrawler form, all he does is shake his head back and forth.

“Says the guy who talks directly into people’s heads,” the Reaper scoffs in return. She would also roll her eyes and cross her arms at her, but lacking actual eyeballs all she does is cross her arms.

“Right, thus not affecting your ear drums, unlike the rest of us whenever you decide it’s time to utterly scream at this- thing,” Cyrus retorts.

“Well, I for one don’t want anything to do with it,” Aurora interjects. She is a Nightcrawler as well, and is standing well away from the black mass. “I think we need to figure out a way of getting rid of it. It’s giving me bad vibes.”

Thisday suddenly pipes up with an unexpected suggestion. “I think I should try shouting into it.”

“Oh, not you too-” Cyrus begins to complain before being cut off by Doomsday.

“Excellent idea, ehehehe. I mean, Thursday and I have both been hit by lightning and thrown in jail, whereas Thisday hasn’t. And now I’ve shouted into a void, but Thursday hasn’t. Thisday, this is your opportunity to shine, ehehehehe.”

Cyrus shakes his head again. “What the hell kind of logic is that? That doesn’t make any sense.”

“What are you talking about? It makes perfect sense,” Doom says.

“Oh, right, I forgot - this must be that idiot logic that only makes sense to you Days.”

“I- I don’t think you should touch it, Thisday,” Timmy speaks up, his voice small and nervous but enough to be heard. “I’m with Aurora - I think we should leave it alone or- or try to figure out how to get rid of it.”

“Don’t worry, don’t worry, I won’t touch it. I’m just going to shout into it.” Thisday cracks his knuckles as he steps closer to the dark mass. It doesn’t move or do anything other than exist. It certainly doesn’t give off any impression of being intelligent or anything other than a thing that exists for no discernible reason.

“Ugh. Well in that case, I want nothing more to do with this,” Cyrus grumbles. He turns to walk away as Thisday leans into the void, grinning like the fool that he is. He strides through the door on the left and is about to make his way back up to the control booth when a piercing cry that is abruptly cut off and replaced with other piercing cries stops him.

Whirling around, the older Narrator comes running back onto the scene to see... probably one of the most horrific things he’s ever seen in his 250 odd years of life.

There’s a faceless body on the floor. Not faceless in the sense that there’s a head with no face on it, like all the features are smoothed over with skin. It’s faceless as in there’s a hole where a face used to be and is oozing blood and gray brain matter all over the ugly orange carpet.

Cyrus can’t be too sure, but he’s fairly certain it’s Thisday’s faceless body. The face missing, of course, makes it difficult to identify, but seeing as Cyrus was there just a few seconds prior, he’s quite certain that dark blue shirt and pants the body is wearing belong to Thisday. Unless someone else ran into here and changed into Thisday’s clothes in the last few seconds, that has to be him.

Timmy has fainted. Doomsday is just staring in shock. Aurora is needlessly kneeling by Thisday’s body as if trying to see whether or not he is still alive. Cyrus catches a glimpse of the mess pooling out of the absence of what used to be Thisday’s face, that gaping hole where there used to be a friendly (if not stupid) smile and even friendlier (if not stupider) gray-blue eyes and is instead now exposing bits of bone and flesh and areas of the face that should not be visible from the outside, and knows that the young man is dead.

Doomsday is still in shock. All she has to say is, “Holy shit...”

Thankfully it isn’t too long before Thisday respawns - back in his own office, but no worse for the wear. Except one thing - he won’t be shouting into any voids from now on.

#aurora #thisday #timothy evans #a void to avoid #writing for days #cw gore #cw blood #cw horror #🔆 Cyrus #🌙 Doomsday #👻 The Haunted Office 🏢

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chroniclesofaveganbodybuilder · 9 months ago

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chronicles of a vegan bodybuilder (29/90)

'i'll b damned if i cannot dance w/ u'

– Beyoncé, "TEXAS HOLD EM"

"i fucking ruined my body... and it's too late for me"

This is my 2nd or 3rd week of being plant-based. for the last month or so i've incorporated dried mint into my heavy cannabis tobacco smoking routine. During the Beyoncé album tonight, off maybe 250/300mg of a gummy, the paranoia slash reality check kicked in especially as i tried to burn my lungs to innocent guitar strums from inside the hearts of children.

The vitality of Beyoncé as manifested through her restless creativity and emotional honesty put a mirror up to me and my life choices. My relationships, my work. i wrote this from inside service to all of you. By tagging COWBOY CARTER and being inspired to focus on my farming we tap in to take it to the stars. i'm lucky that i know enough from a past decade or so of health-consciousness to pivot. i have a link card. i have a free home & fresh food. by tapping in with this blog and within a bigger platform we all become stronger.

i most likely had non-vegan pizza during my plant-based time. i'd also like to cut out gluten. These are banal things that strike me now that i'm dying. My chest pounds, my canals weak, my eyes sunken, my face swollen, skin discolored. Like my friend before she died, like she was dying. From sadness? i don't know, bc i've been dying from sadness. In solidarity i tell myself. And so i die alone.

At least my grandfather had someone there. i'm going to get up and take my blood pressure in a bit.i'll do the things my peers are afraid to do. They've been smoking and drinking, ruining their bodies with my microplastics. Buying posion products in big plastic. From this point on, i'm counting my gains.

GAINS

LUNG HEALTH +60 min

TEETH HYGIENE +60min

ENVIRONMENTAL HYGIENE 0+

NOISE POLLUTION 0+

SOCIAL +1

LIVER +1

app tracks ur psoitive behavior like thatndonundont have to type

Don't spend all day typing either. Relish in simple reflections of real work & experiences* Go Live!

Give credit to everyone"what have i been doing to my beautiful body?" Make chamomile tea. Order ginger. Am i too late?Try again tomorrow... put it in your schedule! i've been abusing my body through executive dysfunction. All based around living out a hip-hop / rock n roll lifestyle as i dealt with the pressures of life. Now in the middle of the night, i wish as i come down, to get up and vacuum. Make GAINS in air quality. Make GAINS in tasks concerning water quality. And Medical Information. Yes, these are the things i should have done befofe i died. Now my thumbs are tired and my stomach is filled poison, my lungs are fried.

1:11 am

GAINS: 25+ deep breaths

8 BENEFITS

either take gluten out or possibly sub an herb in

1:23 am

sometimes breathing can be hard. but it's worth it. it's all we got.Poison in my hood. Poisoned by metal. What have i done to myself. i need a lung transplant fast. And i need to make a doctor's appointment. i could die any moment. i need to

GAINS

PHONE ADDICTION -50

DEEP BREATHS +100

Later...

The good news is: if this were a week ago i'd be binge drinking & eating dead animals covered in oil, grease, devoid of the green energy we share instead my muscles gently ache from my first workout in who knows how long (this blog knows)my teeth are healing and my lungs are working, i look forward to more questions and goals

Today's Question: What answers do i know so far?

Today's Goal: Two week tolerance break til 4/20

#vxplus #plus sign #vegan #vegan bodybuilding #bodybuilding

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Kind of have loads of labour rights, but only under certain conditions, so alas all i can do is just make sure to keep as many good people away from her as possible. and i wish it would go bankrupt, but i don't see that happening any time soon with the stupid amount of money you can make in this industry... like let's say your materials cost you 75 bucks, you will be charged 650 minimum! and healthcare will only cover like 250 of those! it's a pure rip-off 🫠

oh yeah, like we should be at 50% minimum of immigrants right now? so you gotta know french german and english to service a wider clientele. Italian is somehow more useful than portuguese to my surprise. But yeah, there is a huge wave of american and south african expats for some reason, and if you don't speak english your business will get blasted on social media (because how dare you not speak english perfectly in a non english speaking country 🙄). Knowing the local language at this point is just to make older people more comfortable 🤷🏻‍♀️

literally praying for a normal work environment in my next job.

I am wishing you the best of luck! job hunting sucks, but at least try to peruse the options? to ease you into it slowly and less dreadfully.

May we both strive in better companies in the near future!

we got this, even if it doesn't always feel that way

lol that sounds like some kind of northwest europe, belgium maybe. sucks either way 🫠 it's crazy how english has become a must everywhere, i get stuff that has to do with tourism and travel (like it or not but the presence of a lingua franca brings more good than harm) but stuff like dentistry??? why do locals with their regular lives have to cater to english-speaking natives. lmfao

i am praying for a better workplace for you in either your current field or the new one 🙏 think of it as experience, it sucks to be met with a #toxic work environment at the start of your career but at least it toughens your skin? you'll know how to stand for yourself at the next place, be wiser, more flexible. so it's not all negatives... good luck to you, and good luck to me, and thank you, and i hope you're doing well ❤️‍🩹

#anon

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148: Berberine and herbs for wellbeing with Dr. Bill Rawls

148: Berberine and herbs for wellbeing with Dr. Bill Rawls https://ift.tt/RcmaVY7 Hi friends! I have a new podcast interview live today, and I’m so thrilled to welcome Dr. Bill Rawls to the show. I recently started reading his newest book, and I love his commitment to a balanced, healthy lifestyle, and how he shares natural healing methods with others. Here’s a bit about what we talk about: – His experience with Lyme and how he healed – Berberine. Why is it so hyped up, and what are some of the benefits? – Herbs for wellbeing – Adaptogens and how they help with stress and so.much.more. 148: Berberine and herbs for wellbeing with Dr. Bill Rawls Here’s more about Dr. Rawls: For over 30 years, Dr. Bill Rawls has dedicated his life to medicine. When a health crisis in his early forties abruptly changed his quality of life, he came face to face with the limitations of modern medicine and began to explore the vast possibilities of alternative treatments. Restoring his health through holistic and herbal therapies inspired him to share his revelations on the importance of cellular wellness. Today, he works to bring life and vitality to others as he helps them establish their own paths to wellness through modern herbology. Dr. Rawls has two grown children and lives on the North Carolina coast with his wife and golden retriever. Dr. Rawls serves as Medical Director for Vital Plan, an herbal supplement and wellness company he co-founded with his daughter, Braden. You can use the code HealthyLife20 to get 20% off at Vital Plan. Connect with Dr. Rawls on his Instagram, on his website, and check out The Cellular Wellness Solution here. More resources from this episode: I love love love the meals from Sakara Life! Use this link and the code XOGINAH for 20% off their meal delivery and clean boutique items. This is something I do once a month as a lil treat to myself and the meals are always showstoppers. If any of my fellow health professional friends are looking for another way to help their clients, I highly recommend IHP. You can also use this information to heal yourself and then go one to heal others, which I think is a beautiful mission. You can absolutely join if you don’t currently work in the health or fitness industry; many IHPs don’t begin on this path. They’re friends who are passionate to learn more about health and wellness, and want to share this information with those they love. You can do this as a passion, or start an entirely new career. You can use my referral link here and the code FITNESSISTA for up to $250 off the Integrative Health Practitioner program. I highly recommend it! You can check out my review IHP Level 1 here and my review of Level 2 here. I’m still obsessed with my sauna blanket. This is one of my favorite ways to relax and sweat it out. I find that it energizes me, helps with aches and pains, I sleep better on the days I use this, and it makes my skin glow. Link to check it out here. You can also use my discount FITNESSISTA15 for the PEMF Go Mat, which I use every day, and the red light face mask, which is a staple in my weekly skincare routine. Get 20% off Organifi with the code FITNESSISTA. I drink the green juice, red juice, gold, and Harmony! (Each day I might have something different, or have two different things. Everything I’ve tried is amazing.) Thank you so much for listening and for all of your support with the podcast! Please be sure to subscribe, and leave a rating or review if you enjoyed this episode. If you leave a rating, head to this page and you’ll get a little “thank you” gift from me to you. The post 148: Berberine and herbs for wellbeing with Dr. Bill Rawls appeared first on The Fitnessista. via The Fitnessista https://ift.tt/ywKPJZV January 04, 2024 at 06:52AM

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fallout-new-mudkip · 2 years ago

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Edge of a Coin

(Read on AO3!)

Chapter 2

MacCready awkwardly shuffled into the mayor's house in Nate's clunky armor. "Are you guys sure this won't scare Duncan?"

"Nah. His daddy is looking badass." Hancock reassured while setting plates of toast and eggs from some wasteland critter. "Might want to get out of it to eat, though."

"There's no time. Thanks anyway, Hancock." MacCready said while trying to fit the helmet to the suit, while Nathan pointed out where the pieces locked together.

"I'll see you off!" Nate promised while biting his toast. "I'll work on Railroad business while you're away. Probably visit little Shaun too. If I can get him out of the Institute." Nate frowned. "Go get your boy, Mac."

"I put your hat in your duffle bag, Sunshine." Hancock pointed to the bag on the table. "Not like it'll fit over the power helmet."

The pair thanked the mayor again before leaving to meet up with Daisy at the town's gate. When they arrived, she was talking to the driver, who was also a ghoul.

"Hey, did Daisy tell you about the arrangements?" Nate asked.

The caravanner nodded and took MacCready's pack. Nate then handed him a drawstring bag full of caps.

"Hopefully 250 can at least help cover meals and possibly some ammo."

"Don't worry about all that, Nathan." Daisy said. "I had all that taken."

"I– I can't thank everyone enough!" MacCready fought back tears. "I'll let him know how much you all care."

Goodneighbor shrank in the distance behind the party, then MacCready decided he would no longer look anywhere but forward.

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Southwest of the Boston area, two starving travelers clutched each other and nearly collapsed every other step.

"Charon," the smaller of the duo, a blonde man in a green sweatshirt, stopped walking to catch his breath. "I'm so glad you haven't turned feral, or I'd be a snack by now."

Charon, a tall redhead ghoul, scowled but let the remark slide. "Boss, ahead."

Just up the road from the pair looked to be an abandoned town. "Good idea. Possible food… water… no… more… 'claws…"

The ghoul nodded. "Then we get back to I-90."

"Stupid PIPboy." Alex, the blonde traveler, motioned to the wrist-mounted computer's frozen screen. He had not so much as a stimpak needle to hit the tiny reset button. "Looks like there's a Red Rocket, a church, some offices…"

"A lake." Charon said with a hint of hope.

"What? Oh, fuck yes!" The aching man hobbled into the lake and desperately gulped down handfuls of water. Charon followed soon after.

"Oh God even if this shit is irradiated I don't care!" he shouted in between slurps.

"I don't mind either." Charon smiled for just a short second.

"Oh, glad you spotted this. If only some fish would jump out at us."

"You jinxed it." Charon said after waiting a moment.

A man with a minigun and a tall lady with a super sledge approached from their post nearby, but stayed on the banks.

"Travelers?" asked the hammer lady.

"Yeah, I crashed my ride into a different lake, now we're looking for Boston." Then, something started to click in Alex's mind. "You're outfits look familiar as fuck. Do you guys have a base in Rivet City?" Then, in a hushed voice, "These might be people we know, Charon!"

"Young man," the minigun dude spoke up. "We're awfully close to the Glowing Sea. Do you have a Geiger counter?"

"Yeah it's the only thing on this damn PIPboy that works!" Then it hit. "Wait, no! It's in the shop! It's in the shop!"

The hammerwielder grinned. "Hello, agent."

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With the power armor encasing him, MacCready still was barely as tall as the caravan guard. He didn't want to sound rude, but the question was burning him.

"So, uh, are you like a white super mutant?"

"What?" the guard tilted his head. One cannot blame RJ for asking, he looked like your average mutant in size, with skin so white it was blue, and shimmering pale hair.

"Are you a mutant?"

"No, I'm Tyler."

"Okay. So, where are you from?"

"Texas!" Tyler happily answered.

"Well that's neat." Mac decided that everything was bigger in Texas.

"I miss home. But the caravan lets me meet new people. And spend time caring for the cows."

Cows? That's what Nate used to call 'em. Big guy's either a dweller or pre-war.

"Not many people fuck with us when Tyler's our guard." the caravan driver boasted. "It's like traveling with a behemoth you can talk to, without getting shot on sight."

"Farley, can we tell him about the raider?" Tyler asked. "The one from last month."

"Yeah bud. So these raider punks tried taking our merchandise while we were camping. As soon as Tyler stood up with his gun, they turned and ran."

"And one tripped and fell, then peed his pants for real!" Tyler lit up while telling his part. "Then he ran away and tripped on a bush!"

"Huh, normally the phrase about being scared enough to pee yourself is just an expression." MacCready looked impressed by the caravanners. "Anyway, when do we set up camp?"

Farley then explained. "The nearest place we typically stop is the turnpike tunnel,but we plan on going until we're near Natick, there's an outpost of some organization that will trade with us."

"Better to stop there." MacCready agreed. "Tunnels typically have bugs, and ferals."

"Ferals are a bitch and a half, at least for humans. Hope my looks don't make you wigged out. I don't like scaring people." Farley admitted.

"As long as you don't start gnawing on my leg like a drumstick, we're good."

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As it turns out, some people are stupid enough to mess with the caravan. Potshots from pipe rifles and shotguns rained on the party from the rooftop of the reservoir. MacCready pulled his sniper rifle from out of thin air and let the power armor soak up the bullets.

"Ty! You see a way up there?"

"No time, Farles!" Tyler lobbed a grenade up to the assaulting raiders above.

"You two head down the road, I'll keep picking them off!" Mac suggested.

It seemed to work alright. One headshot, two headshots, an 'accidental' groin shot… until the other raiders retreated into the structure. "You're right Tyler, we don't have time. Duncan needs me."

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The Roadside Pines Motel had seen better days, but one Railroad heavy made it into a home. Weekly, they expected "packages" to come through; runaway synths relocating to other parts of the continent. Then, about once every third month, the Worldwide Caravan stopped by to rest.

Tyler ducked down into the lobby doorway with Farley and an unarmored MacCready following close.

The lobby's rubble had been cleared and walls were remade from metal sheets, plywood, and concrete chunks. A typical motel dining area was set up with a microwave, coffee maker and donut display case on the counter. If those appliances still worked was anyone's guess. Instead of a few small tables, one large oblong table occupied the center of the room, with two of the eight chairs around it holding diners.

"Looks like it's been cleaned up a bit since Nate and I took the raiders out." RJ noticed.

Alex whipped his head towards the voice. "Mayor McButtface?"

"Doctor Mungo! Holy sh–shoot, I thought you were dead!" MacCready admitted.

"Everyone probably thinks that, back home. Have a seat, you guys. Our hostess will be back with more food in a bit. In the meantime, RJ and I have some catching up to do."

#fallout 4 #fallout #fallout 3 #the lone sole and six show #rj maccready #fallout maccready #ruby king goldberg #dr alex maguire #lone wanderer #sole survivor #my ocs <3 #farley the ghoul #tyler martin the anomaly

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ahegaohoodie123 · 2 years ago

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How We Created the Best Hoodie in the World

Many apparel manufacturers assert that their hoodies are the best available. Some people create their own assertions, while others have journalists do it.

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In the realm of fashion, wearing a hoodie was considered a lazy outfit. Having trouble selecting a coat to wear? Put a hoodie on. Up until lately,

when they began to gain popularity across the nation (albeit not here in Montana, where we have always appreciated the worth of this article of clothing), and now everyone is sewing them together.

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corkadia · 2 years ago

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5 reasons why you need a cork bag

We know that finding your next bag can be a difficult choice. Thats why we've put together a list of the top 5 reasons why we think your next handbag should be made from natural cork leather. Please feel free to also browse our blog posts which cover some interesting facts about cork leather, how to clean your cork bag (hint: its very easy!) and how cork is harvested which we do right here in Portugal.

Reason #1: Cork bags are unique

As cork is a plant-based material, no 2 cork bags are exactly the same. This means your bag will be unlike any other one out there. Cork also has a soft feel that we just can't get enough of.

Reason #2: Cork bags are made from sustainable sources

Cork is sourced from the bark of the cork oak tree. The tree is not harmed - in fact regular harvesting generally supports tree growth, allowing the tree to live for 250-300 years. Those harvesting the cork are also paid a living wage to help support their families.

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I mean, it's kinda hard to not care about what the lore says if you're discussing the reaction that people had to Jeggred. You can obviously not care about the lore for your own spin on Jeggred, but when it comes to the readers' reaction, canon Jeggred is the standard assumption for people, and he was written with the lore in mind. The portrayal in the novels is also faithful to what we know from the pre-existing lore about draegloth maturity, even if it's really bad lore (unike, say, the portrayal fo Eilistraeans, who are friends with lycanthropes, reach out to men like they do for women, and admit everyone into the rituals, but do the exact opposite in the novels).

In fact, I'd be hard pressed to say that Jeggred is depicted as "mentally a child" in the novels. His prominent childlike behavior is, like for all draegloths, going after the most powerful priestess in the room as his caretaker. However, I don't recall him having the lack of awareness of what his actions entail, that marks the morality of a child. You can only take so many scenes or talks about him enjoying skinning an elven child alive, or savoring the suffering of someone, before you start using the book as a sleep aid go "yeah, this guy knows very well what he's doing. He's choosing to do it with the knowledge of what it means. That's an adult that fits under the icky "sadistic savage" trope"

As for the draegloth lore being bad or not making sense, I can surely agree it's really bad (because it boils down to "they're dumb and evil": the sadistic savage trope, which is banal, boring, and disrespectul). However, it's weird to say that it specifically doesn't make sense because genes don't work like that. Like, if you want to invoke genetics, the existence of draegloth themselves doesn't make sense. it becomes really awkward to explain the result of mating between 2 living beings that probably aren't even from the same Family, let alone Species. It isn't possible, just like locality and symmetries wouldn't allow for magic to exist like we see it in D&D and in these novels, just like geology, gravity, and thermodynamics wouldn't allow the Underdark to exist as is, etc... Heck, if you start invoking even just logic, the whole worldbuilding for the drow crumbles apart faster than a house of cards. Oh, the "female draegloths are better" thingy is just your standard "something something Lolth" BS bandaid fix that is used as an universal answer for everything drow.

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TL; DR: Don't get me wrong. If you're referring to Jeggred in your own setting, or your own percpetion of him, you're obviously free to have it as you please. I felt like replying because you were commenting on the general public's reaction to Jeggred, and that reaction is based on the knowledge that Jeggred is an adult, because that's how things are in the setting where those novels take place, regardless of whether that's bad or not (and because the novels showed him knowing the nature and consequences of his actions, and choosing and enjoying them all the same). EDIT: Sorry, hadn't noticed that you asked for sources in the tags (didn't know tags were also used for that). You can read about draegloths in the Forgotten Realms Campaign Setting (3e; p 250), Monsters of Faerun (p. 59), Drow of the Underdark (3e, p.113). As for the Eilistraee lore from the other comment, there are way too many sources to list, but the FR Wiki has all of them listed in their articles: https://forgottenrealms.fandom.com/wiki/Eilistraee https://forgottenrealms.fandom.com/wiki/Church_of_Eilistraee I don't want to shift your analysis; comments that refer to a setting element in general aren't an analysis of this series of books alone. Many of the characters and entities that appear in the novels exist on their own, and had already appeared in their own sourcebooks or other novels before WotSQ, which means they can't be examined based purely on WotSQ.

The general wider response to Jeggred is so eye-opening to me because like, he’s a child. His sentences have the same grammatical structure as nine to eleven-year-old, he struggles to see adult family members as flawed or fallible, he throws tantrums, he’s extremely emotional, even his body language kinda teeters between a startled cat and a young teenager.

That said, everyone around Jeggred speaks to or interacts with him as if he were either a grown adult or a literal monster. Quenthel often speaks to him as if his behavior is ridiculous or immature but really, Jeggred is usually just…acting his age. It kinda seems like the only person who tends to treat him like the age he is, rather than the age he seems, are Gromph and Triel, which is probably more because they treat everyone like that, not because they’re recognizing that he’s a child.

It’s not at all surprising that Jeggred is volatile and violent. That’s so routinely expected of him and his displays of less violent/angry behavior are so regularly discouraged (see Quenthel threatening him when he tries to hug her) while his violent behavior is encouraged. It’s really kind of sad because you get the sense he’d be closer to a normal drow child if he was just…treated like one.

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Hidden past

The reader has hidden something .. but you know, everything comes to the surface sooner or later

TW: past suicide attempt, eating disorder

Wandanat x reader

If only they had been careful.

If only they had noticed how you used to go to the bathroom every time after meals, how you sometimes skipped them, your constant dizziness, the bones poking out more and more every day ...

If only they had known about your past, your problems with yours and your hospitalization ... you had done everything possible to ensure that those files were not accessible even to S.H.I.E.L.D.

You are awakened by Wanda's voice and her kisses on her lips.

A small smile creases your lips as you opens your eyes.

"Good morning"

Wanda leaves you a kiss on your neck, rubbing her nose against your skin.

You put your arm around her waist and squeeze her closer to you.

"Good morning, where is Nat?" you ask, not seeing the Russian spy anywhere.

“She's in the kitchen, waiting for us to have breakfast. We took your favorite "

You freeze for a second thinking about the 250 calories of the creamy croissant that you love so much and you immediately feel nauseous.

You sit up and take your clothes on the chair, slipping them on quickly.

You are about to leave the room when Wanda blocks your way, putting a hand on her arm and looking intently into her eyes.

"Are you OK?" there is a hint of concern in her eyes and for a moment you fear that she may have heard your thoughts but you remember that you are good at not letting her do it and you relax, smiling at her.

"I'm fine Wands," you touch her hand with your fingers.

The Sokoviana seems quite convinced and she lets you pass, following you.

«Good morning Printessa» Natasha approaches and takes you by her hips, leaving you a kiss on her lips.

You sit on the table, the two of them facing you.

Nat slips a plate with two cream croissants and a cappuccino in front of you. You look at the 580 calories of your breakfast and your nausea increases more and more.

Natasha and Wanda start talking about the next mission as they eat their croissants.

You sip the cappuccino trying to figure out how to make those two croissants disappear very quickly.

"Y / n, are you okay? You haven't touched the croissants »Nat says and the two girls' gaze falls on your plate that's still full.

“I've been a little nauseous since I actually woke up,” you shrug and offer them a smile. You take a bite of the croissant and swallow it.

Natasha and Wanda glance at each other and are about to say something but the voice of J.A.R.V.I.S. interrupts them.

"Mr. Stark requests everyone in the meeting room, he says it's urgent"

You sigh shaking your head as you get up: "and many greetings to our day of rest"

Wanda and Nat giggle as they reach your side.

“What could you expect from Toni? He's always full of surprises. ”Nat arches her brow as she pushes the elevator button.

"I think I'll take the stairs," you say after a few seconds of silence, already walking towards the door.

You absolutely must dispose of what you have eaten.

"It's 30 floors." Wanda takes you by the wrist, the worried look now much more visible on her face.

"I can climb a couple of stairs Wanda," you look amused as the sound of the lift opening interrupts you.

Nat pushes you in and once Wanda is inside she hits the key for the twentieth floor.

"After this meeting, we need to talk." Natasha and Wanda look at you and you nod.

"Do I need to worry?" you bite your lip while you look at them.

"I don't think you're the ones worried here." Wanda sighs as she pulls you into a hug and Natasha joins.

You don't notice the doors opening or Peter standing in front of the elevator.

"If you're done making out, Stark is waiting for us"

A smile purses your lips as you break the embrace and throw yourself into Peter's arms.

"You're just jealous," he gently squeezes you before letting go.

"And you're an idiot in love"

"You don't know how much P" you turn to look at them and the love is noticeable in all three of your looks.

«Good morning sestra, Nat» Pietro greets Wanda and Nat and then turns back to you.

"There is also Maria"

You feel like a train has hit you and you quickly try to hide your emotions.

"Oh yes? Well, we haven't seen it for a long time "

"How much enthusiasm ..." Maria's voice echoes in the room as she joins you. She glances at you and you already know you're in trouble.

"You and I will talk later," your best friend whispers to you and you nod, swallowing, as you see her go to greet your two girls.

"Now let's go or else Stark won't stop breaking," you snort as you make your way to the meeting room. As soon as you enter, Tony speaks.

"I thought you were lost," he snaps and you take a deep breath; you promised nat and wanda you weren't going to start any kind of arguments or brawls with him again.

"You know how. Someone's ego made him build a huge tower with half the floors unused "your little dig doesn't go unnoticed by anyone in the room but before Tony could answer, Maria intervenes.

"We have discovered a new Hydra base and we need you to get some information from this man and destroy the base." An image of a scientist, one you knew all too well, appeared on the screen.

"How does he be alive," you ask, your voice perhaps too full of anger as you look at Maria.

"Red Skull died in World War II, I took care of myself"

That man had tortured you for months before you could get your revenge by sending him off a cliff on a moving train.

"Hydra found him and they injected him with a serum similar to yours, but not as effective as that of the super soldier"

You run a hand through your hair as information begins to be initialized by your brain. Natasha and Wanda come up with their chairs and put their hands on your thighs.

"Apparently Cap, you never get anything done." Tony taunts you and it's too much; he stands up despite the protests of your girlfriends and you walk up to that idiot billionaire.

"Apparently, Stark, at least I don't need a suit and money to be who I am"

Tony's eyes glow with anger as he throws a punch that you dodge easily.

He brings up his overalls glove and points it at you and in a second you find yourself bumping into the wall, smashing it.

Your head throbs and your vision blurs slightly. You hear Natasha and Wanda screaming and Maria trying to stop Tony.

"I don't want to fight, Stark," you stand up and wipe a trickle of blood from your temple. You most likely have a gash on your forehead.

And from the looks of Natasha and Wanda you can tell that it is not the only wound you have.

"It's too late for that, Taylor." Tony walks up to you and points the glove at you again.

You walk up and fit his glove to your chest, right above your heart.

"Come on Stark, one shot and I'm dead" you raise your eyebrow, anchoring the glove to your chest.

"If you really insist"

"No!"

He starts to operate the glove but Wanda throws him against the wall.

Tony gets up with difficulty, with the help of Bruce and in a moment you find yourself on the ground, lying on the floor with Natasha, Wanda, Maria and Pietro all bending over you.

"Are you OK? Can you hear us? " Maria kneels and checks your pupils.

"Love, love, are you okay?" Wanda's worried voice makes you skip a beat.

"Printessa blink if you hear me," Nat's anguish makes you nod slowly as you open your mouth to speak.

"You're an idiot" Maria lifts your head by tucking a sweatshirt underneath before letting you put it back down.

"Thanks Hill, I love you too," you whisper as you hear a blast and see Pietro holding a first aid kit and a surgical collar.

"I'm not wearing that" you distract yourself from the caresses of your girls looking at the white hell.

“You put it on instead, you've got a concussion and two cracked ribs; I don't want to risk convulsions "

Maria almost screams and she closes her eyes with a sigh.

A sob comes from Wanda's lips and the redhead is promptly hugged by Natasha.

You look at them with pain, not wanting to see them suffer.

"Wands, I'm fine honey"

"You would have died if I don’t intervened." Wanda breaks away from Nat before looking at you in anger and concern.

"The-"

"Wanda is right but this is something we'll talk about later" Nat gives the Sokovian's hand a squeeze: "Maria, should we take her to the infirmary?"

Maria shakes her head before glancing at you.

"If she promises she'll stay in bed for the next two days and you keep an eye on her emotion in her brain, she can go back to your room"

"I promise ... can we go?"

After twenty minutes, you are lying on your bed; with Nat and Wanda sitting on two chairs on either side of you.

"Are you coming to bed with me?" ask with puppy eyes.

"We don't want to hurt you then, no"

You snort lightly before wrinkling your nose at the twinge of your head.

"We need to talk," Wanda whispers and sighs, knowing this time would come.

"I know I shouldn't have instigated Tony or challenged him to kill me but-"

Natasha shakes her head as she helps you sit up, your back matching the headboard.

"We'll talk about that later"

You frown, not knowing what they want to talk about.

"... You're not eating anything printessa"

Natasha whispers and you feel like the world collapses on you.

"The-"

«You are losing more and more weight and I hear your thoughts y / n ... we are worried about you» Wanda takes your right hand and Natasha the left one.

"I may have eaten less but I'm fine, I-"

"We did some research ... about your past and we found out everything." Natasha says her tone becomes painful.

"We love you but the situation is getting out of hand and we won't stay here to see you destroy yourself in this way"

At Natasha's words, you lower your head and swallow.

“We're taking a break from the Avengers, a couple of months, for example r make you feel better. We already have an apartment for rent in Paris and we will stay there for as long as you need it »Wanda whispers, stroking your hand gently.

"How long have you known?" you whisper, that's all you can think of now.

"A few months"

You nod, the pain in your head does not allow you to think perfectly and what you say next is something you want to take back more than anything else.

"Ironic how you found out about this and not about my suicide attempt"

"Wait, what?" Natasha turns to you, as does Wanda.

You close your eyes, the fatigue of the fight makes you like a drunkard. The truth serum in practice.

"Y / n, w-what does what you said mean"

Wanda asks you but it's too late, you are already in the world of dreams.

The two girls glance at each other, both with shining eyes promising that they would help you ... in any way.

Thanks for reading! I don't know what it is, I wrote it some time ago and I just double-checked and changed it a bit but it sucks so I'm sorry .. it was just to publish something. Anyway, see you soon and have a nice day!

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