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[goddessalthena]

UsaMamo Week 2024 - Day 3/6 - Inspired by a Song/Coffee

Late again, and it's tough to say how late because this is technically two prompts in one. I was originally planning to write this as a song fic, but wasn't really feeling it leading up to the event week. Then last night I read @caelenath's awesome song fic and felt inspired to take another look at my outline.

This is not the whimsical lark that my other UsaMamo week pieces have been (which is why I was torn about writing it) but it's an idea that's been nagging at me for a while now. This is only the first part of three, but I thought it would be nice to post it for the event.

Title: Happier Summary: Mamoru wants a cup of coffee. Rating: T (for language) Words: 1722

“Thirty eight!”

Chiba Mamoru is not a melodramatic person. He is not given to histrionics. Flagrant displays of emotion are simply not his thing. Indeed, he is a calm, composed, and exceedingly rational human being. Life is stressful—his arguably more so than most—and he prides himself on his ability to ‘rise above’. But if this beanie-wearing, mouth-breathing barista doesn’t call his number in the next sixty seconds he might just lose it.

“Thirty nine!”

Mamoru stares down at his receipt and wills the numbers to change. Unsurprisingly, they remain the same. He can transform into a superhero in the blink of an eye, but he can’t change a number on a piece of paper. It may be the caffeine withdrawal talking but this seems…unfair. Unjust. Unacceptable. He is a reincarnated prince, the rightful heir to the planet beneath his very feet, and yet he cannot get a simple cup of coffee.

“Thirty seven!”

Are they counting fucking backwards now? He takes a breath and stuffs the receipt in his pocket so he can run a hand through his hair. He needs to calm down. He’s just tired. He’s had another rough night of precious little sleep and this is just a bad morning. That’s all. One bad morning. At the end of a bad week. At the end of a bad month. He just—

“Forty!”

He just really needs some coffee. It’ll be ready soon. So long as they serve him in the next—he checks his watch—four minutes he can still make it to the hospital before his shift starts. He thinks. He’s only just started at UoT and he’s still not used to the bus transfers. Getting to Keio was much simpler. He didn’t have to get up so early, and the coffee shop across the street was much faster. Not to mention better. He misses that coffee. He misses Keio. He misses sleeping. He misses…a lot of things.

“Forty one!”

Lucky number forty one strolls up to the counter to claim their prize. They walk away with a tall plastic cup full of frothy green liquid that looks like it was poured directly out of an infected nostril, and Mamoru can’t help but shudder when they take a long, noisy sip from the straw. Who comes to a coffee shop and orders…whatever that is? This is apparently a trend now—ordering non-caffeinated beverages at coffee shops—because the last ten people who have walked away from the counter have had similarly ridiculous drinks. Why does everything have to be dessert, or snot, in a cup nowadays? What’s wrong with a regular cup of coffee?

He needs to find another coffee shop.

“Forty two!”

He needs them to call his number.

He pulls out his phone to distract himself and scrolls through a list of notifications: weather, junk mail, update reminders—up to forty five now, he’s got to get around to doing that—and one text. His thumb hovers over the blue bubble for a moment or two before he eventually presses down.

Training session Fri or Sat ppl. LMK work schedules ASAP. No ghosting Chiba. Ur old ass is getting rusty. 👴

As Mamoru rolls his eyes three little dots appear at the bottom of the screen. He holds his breath.

“Forty three!”

He doesn’t look away from those three little dots, doesn’t blink, doesn’t breathe. He just watches them, transfixed, until finally—

I’ve got a shift at the restaurant Friday night, but I can do AM Sat wide open

He releases the breath he’s been holding in a quiet sigh. Just Makoto. Not— His thumb hits the back button of its own accord then scrolls down through the list of chats, until…there, near the bottom. Sandwiched between an old banking verification and a number he doesn’t even recognize. He reads the date to the right of the name and winces. Again, his thumb hovers.

“Forty four!”

He taps. A string of texts populate his screen. He doesn’t need to read them again, he knows them by heart. But he reads them anyway. Like he always does. He can’t help it. He’s weak; in these moments at least. When no one can see. He should stop looking now. Should close the window. Should delete the whole thread while he’s at it. But he won’t. He can’t. He can do a lot of things—has done a lot of things—but he can’t delete those words.

I love you, Mamo-chan.

“Forty five!”

I’ll always love you. Even if you’ve stopped loving me back.

“Forty five!”

I wish I knew why though. I wish you would tell me what I did wrong.

“Forty five! That’s four five, people. Four five!”

I’m sorry, I get it now, I won’t bother you anymore. Be happy, Mamo-chan. I want you to be happy.

“For the last time, forty five! Going once, going twice…”

Mamoru’s head snaps up. Forty five. Fuck. That’s his number.

He stuffs his phone in his pocket and rushes up to the counter and beanie-boy does not look happy. Mamoru begins to mutter an apology then stops as the barista shoves a large mug topped whipped cream, caramel, and chocolate shavings toward him. Mamoru looks from the mug to the mouth-breather and back again as his brain tries to comprehend what is happening. After an eternity of waiting they finally called his number and yet…this is not his drink.

The barista is staring at him with a bored, somewhat vacant expression and Mamoru can clearly see that he is wondering why Mamoru isn’t taking the mug and walking away. Apparently the barista can’t tell from Mamoru’s assumedly apoplectic expression that he has no intention of taking the mug. This mug is not his. It’s not what he ordered. It’s not what he wants. Apparently that’s just his life now. An endless string of miserable disappointments that he’s supposed to suffer through silently. But he’s fed up with being silent.

He wants his damn coffee, and he wants it right fu—

“Oh, hello, uh, hey, sorry, excuse me but…I think that’s mine actually.”

Mamoru blinks as a cheerful man with sandy blond hair steps up beside him. He points to the confectionery concoction on the counter and shoots Mamoru an apologetic smile before turning to the barista. “Yes, chocolate macchiato with caramel, right? I believe that’s mine and not this gentleman’s.”

Beanie boy looks from Mamoru to sandy-hair and blinks.

Sandy-hair glances at Mamoru and shoots him another overly apologetic look. “Right, umm, well, if it’s all right, I’ll just grab this and get out of your way.” Mamoru steps to the side and sandy-hair takes the mug and hurries away. Presumably to overdose on sugar.

Mamoru turns back to the barista.

Barista scratches his temple. The beanie must be itchy. Mamoru hopes it is.

“So…what was your order again?”

“Large. Black. Coffee.”

“Right. That’ll take a couple of min—” Beanie boy must have just learned to read facial expressions because his eyes widen and he takes a step back. “I’ll go get it now.”

Mamoru feels a little bit of the tension ease in his shoulders and he breathes a weary sigh. He’s being an asshole. He’s doing that more and more often now. He keeps telling himself it’s the long work hours and the lack of sleep, but he knows what the real problem is. It’s her. He misses her. But there’s nothing he can do about that so he needs to find a better way to cope than being rude to baristas. And co-workers. And neighbours in his apartment building.

The barista comes back with his to-go cup and Mamoru tries to smile and thanks him for the drink. The guy nods but appears otherwise unaffected and that’s fine. Mamoru’s not looking for a new friend, he’s just trying to be a decent human being. A tinkle of bells sounds as he reaches for his cup. A gust of air follows, and a familiar tingle between his shoulder blades compels him to turn. He follows the innate instinct before his mind can warn him against it.

The unmistakable sight of blond odangos makes his heart soar before the inevitable sensation of crushing gloom comes down hard upon his ribs. Just when he thought his morning couldn’t get any worse. He can’t handle this. Not right now. Not again. He’s not strong enough to face another awkward meeting, another painful interaction, another agonizing opportunity to break her heart. Why are they always bumping into each other? Why, in a city as big as this, can he not get through one single week without running into her? Why?

Mamoru knows why. Because they’re soul mates.

He looks around for an alternate exit, a side door, a window, anything so he can avoid being seen. Before he can consider hiding in the bathroom he realizes she’s not approaching the counter where he stands, she’s rushing over to a table. She’s out of breath, her cheeks are pink, and she’s spouting a string of apologies. He’s seen her look exactly like this countless times before, and he can’t help the smile that spreads across his face as the memories replay.

His smile disappears as a new memory implants itself in his mind.

Of Usako, rushing up to a table where a man with sandy blond hair is standing in wait. Where a man with sandy blond hair is taking her hands. Where a man with sandy blond hair is pulling her forward. Kissing her cheek. Making her blush.

“Don’t worry,” sandy-hair says, “your timing is perfect. Your drink just came out. I wasn’t sure if you wanted a muffin, a danish, or a doughnut, so I got one of each.”

Usako laughs with delight.

Usako laughs with delight.

Usako laughs with delight.

Mamoru heads for the door like the building is on fire. He doesn’t hear the barista calling after him, telling him that he’s forgotten his coffee. He doesn’t hear the tinkling of bells as he shoves through the door or the loud rush of traffic as he hits the sidewalk. All he can hear is Usako’s laughter play over and over in his head.

When was the last time he heard her laugh? When?

Mamoru doesn't know when. He can’t remember.

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Ain’t nobody hurt you like I hurt you But ain’t nobody love you like I do Promise that I will not take it personal, baby If you’re moving on with someone new

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Happy Birthday, Mamoru! Sorry bud, this is a breakup fic. What can I say? I both love and hate the breakup arc. The song that inspired this fic is Happier by Ed Sheeran.

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[dnschmidt]

Seven Sentence Sunday (Monday)

Thanks to @gioiaalbanoart for tagging me. It looks like I'm supposed to share a snippet from a WIP? If so, here goes. (Keeping the title a secret until the book is released.)

The planet Hesperos was cold and wet, like stepping in a puddle in your socks. The natives of the planet were the Gordians. They resembled bipedal tree frogs, but worked in inane office jobs instead of just hanging around in a tree all day.

Hesperos mostly produced junk that no one needed: fake designer clothes, plastic figurines of unpopular fictional characters, and electronics that burst into flames if you were foolish enough to risk turning them on. Gordian infonet programs were some of the worst entertainment in the known universe. They were particularly fond of gameshows like Price Gouging, Win Your Neighbor’s Car, and Gunpoint Trivia. They also exported food that was absolutely disgusting to anyone that wasn’t an insectivore. Even the Gordians wouldn’t eat their native cuisine unless they were dared to.

[hunterssm00n]

Brighter Than the Sun / part 2 /

Lex is starting to feel like herself again after the events on Bouvetoya Island... with a little help from a tall, dreadlocked knight in shining armor at her side! | Lex/Scar |

part 2 of 3

my Scar & Lex series on ao3: here

*no cw, just humor and fluff*

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hunterssm00n © All rights reserved by me. I do not allow this work to be used or adapted in any way without my permission.

Lex managed to get herself up and out of bed by ten in the a.m., which was actually pretty impressive considering she hadn't gotten home from her tour until around two in the a.m. Right now, she was still living in her little cubby in the Adirondacks. It was a bit chilly, since it was still winter in upstate New York (and by a bit chilly, she meant cold as hell). Lex had always liked the cold, and Bouvetoya, whilst colder than anything she'd ever experienced (in more ways than one), had done nothing to diminish her love for the crisp air. She knew that her intergalactic friend from the stars wasn't very keen on the cold, and this fact made her realize even more that he indeed had a soft spot for her; she suspected he wouldn't willingly come to this icebox for just anyone.

After dressing, she unhurridly began making breakfast. She had the day off, and she planned on doing absolutely nothing. Recently, she had started taking steady work again, and it was such a relief to be back at her game again. She loved her job; loved the self-fulfillment of it, as well as showing other people the beauty of the world. Her tours were continuing in the mountains right now, and she had taken a big group on a long hike yesterday that had tired her out. It had also taken a lot of her night up, which she had expected. That was why today, she was going to park her sore butt on the couch, and kick back with some junk food and movies.

As she was eating her pancakes and bacon on the couch, flipping through tv channels, she found her mind wandering to her alien pal yet again. It was funny to think those of those two words in one sentance: alien pal. Who ever in a million years would've thought? Lex had never really been one to believe in any of that anyways. She hadn't discounted it entirely - she knew, being a partial scientist, that many things were indeed possible, and didn't always have explanations. Truthfully, she had just never really thought about humanoids existing from other galaxies. Life on other planets, sure. Like water, and plants, and organisms that had capability of movement. But a seven foot tall, scale covered dude with dreadlocks and a pension for violence? Hell no.

This had to be the farthest thing in the universe away from how she thought her life would turn out. And there was still more to come. Lex wondered, as she often did, what was awaiting her in the future. Would this relationship - friendship she had with this extraterrestrial continue? Would it escalate? Would he grow tired of her, and how very different she was from his race? Her brow furrowed at the thought; she didn't want to consider that.

A knocking sound came from her front door, and, mouth full, she turned her head towards it. Who would be visiting her at eleven a.m. on a Tuesday? Swallowing, she placed her plate on the couch cushion beside where she had been sitting, and rose to investigate. Pulling her sweater more tightly around her body, she crossed the short walk towards the entry to the house. Reaching one hand out, she peeked out the curtain, more of that bright sunlight streaming in through the window pane, making her squint to see who was at her door. A blonde woman, pretty face, waved excitedly back at her. Karen. Holy shit. Lex had completely forgotten that she had invited her friend over to her home that morning for coffee; she hadn't seen the woman in weeks, and Karen was finally back in the area after a brief vacation to the Bahamas.

Smiling back, Lex opened the heavy oak door and met her friend with open arms. "It's so good to see you! I'm so sorry, I totally forgot; I feel like the worst friend ever!"

Squeezing her tight, Karen didn't sound the least bit upset, a smile in her voice as she replied cheerily, "Oh, no worries, you've been busy as all hell! I'm just glad you're here - it's been way too long!"

Apologizing again for having pajama's on, Lex invited Karen into the warm house. She decided to make more pancakes and bacon for her friend to share, as well as turning on her coffee maker, while the two engaged in idle, pleasant chit-chat. Karen and Lex hadn't been as close as they normally had been lately. But to be fair, Lex had never really been close with anybody - she didn't have a best friend. And the friends that she did have, she grew even more distant from after everything had happened in Bouvetoya. She looked forward to talking with Karen more often; it was always refreshing to get together and just hang out with a friend, talk about life, recent experiences, etc.

There was one recent life experience, though, that Lex planned on keeping to herself. Karen probably wouldn't take too lightly Lex talking about aliens after knowing about her supposed 'unstable' mental state since the events on the frozen island. Though nobody else but herself knew that aliens were the cause of that misfortune, but she planned to keep everything to herself just the same. For her own safety, and for Scar's.

A little while later, Lex and Karen were sitting on her couch, coffee mugs in hand, talking about another one of their friends, Mariah, who had recently gotten engaged. Lex had been so disconnected from everything, that she hadn't even known Mariah had met someone. They were laughing about past dating experiences when there came a sudden thud from the roof. Lex, eyes wide, swallowed her coffee noisily in realization, and Karen jumped. "Oh, Jesus, Lex, that must scare the shit out of you every single time! That's the problem with living under the trees: once the snow comes crashing down, it sounds like an avalanche!" she giggled. Lex laughed with her, trying very hard to discern whether or not it was actually snow, or if it was something else. Someone else. For a few moments, there was no other noise besides Karen speaking, continuing their subject from before, and Lex was just about to relax when the scrabbling of feet (claws) on her roof made the hair on the back of her neck stand up.

Worst. Timing. Ever.

Lex had grown to really like Scar, but she had no idea how she was going to explain this one to Karen. Crap.

"Man, that stuff's really coming down!" Karen exclaimed, looking up at the ceiling, "Do you think my car's okay out there? It's under one of those giant pine trees,"

"Um, yeah, you know what? I'll go check on it." Lex stated, setting her coffee down on the table a little too forcefully, so some sloshed over the rim and onto her coffee table.

"Oh, I'll come wit-"

"Oh no, Karen, it's fine, really! It's cold out there, you stay in here where it's warm, I've got it, don't worry!" Lex said in a rush, practically running towards the door. Karen gave her a puzzled look before shrugging it off and sipping at her warm beverage.

Lex practically threw her coat around her shoulders, not even zipping it up before she was out the door, slamming both of them shut in her haste. She had closed them just in time, too, because as soon as she did, a huge creature that seemed to fall straight from the sky (or rather, her roof) landed heavily on two feet in the snow right in front of her porch. Straightening from his crouched position, Scar stood to his full height, chittering in greeting at her.

"Scar, hey buddy, um, listen -" She barely made it off the porch before she was swept up into those massive arms and squeezed against that brick wall of a chest in a giant bear hug. "Ow, Scar, can't breathe..." She patted him on the back in greeting as he set her down on her feet, holding a hand on her shoulder to steady her. Swaying as she gazed up at him, she once again tried to explain the situation to him. "Hey, can you come back in, like, two hours? I, um, someone who doesn't know about you is h-"

"Lex?" Came a faint voice from behind her, growing louder as a creak preceded the door opening, "Are you alright? I hear voices." Lex swung around towards her female friend, wondering how on earth she was going to explain the massive being in front of her. Well, this is going to be just great.

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AN: I do not own the Alien vs Predator franchise or any of it's characters. Karen is an OC made up by me. I also do not own the song 'Brighter Than the Sun' by Colbie Caillat.

part 3

[maguro13-2]

Darkness Reborn ~ Origins of the Ink Demon Final Chapter Pt. 5 ~

*Keyboard Typing*

Cid : Come on, you piece of junk! Don't go ballistic on me, you piece of crap! This has gotta be the database the Time Eater has left something from Soul World. Now we can finally live up to this Soul Eater garbage and give the real world a piece of their mind. I can't wait to see the secrets of going behind the scenes of the manga itself.

Aerith : Whatever there is, there's plenty of database within computer memory space. I'm sure anyone will might know that this Shinigami had to cover up a few secrets.

Cid : You sure know how to feel like a genius that knows about computers and data, but I wouldn't mindly recommend Merlin of calling myself a smart ass.

Merlin : Language!

Cid : Sorry!

Sora : So, Tron. Did you find anything the Kusakabe database?

Tron (as the computer) : Hmm, I did find any database within the Kusakabe's data, but I believe that there are no evidence of Shinra's involvement with the Heartlesses. It's what the Time Eater has left something for after it destroyed the Ohkuboverse in half, only to make sure that Shinra died and one person that was executed, Shinra and his beloved Iris died before the last one was executed and has recorded some footage about a pink-haired witch who was a chained to a chair during the execution video. The men of his influence does like to keep truth out of the public eye and the witches their selves.

Sora : So who was the witch from the Ohkuboverse that the time Eater executed?

*SA2 SFX : ALARM BLARING*

[Black Noise (Space Colony ARK ver.) - Kenichi Tokoi]

Sora : Hey, what's happening?!

Cid : What the hell's going on?! What's happening?! What's all this?!

Squall : Sora! I just found out that something must've happened from the Space Colony ARK! The computer in the Central Control room, has been activated by the seven items.

Sora : How did you know that seven items have activated the control room? What are those items that Sonic was talking about? Is it the seven lights or, the seven dwarfs, I wonder what were those seven items? *DING!* Of course, the Chaos Emeralds! Some "one" or Some "thing" managed to use the Chaos Emeralds to activate the machine in the ARK's Central Control, where a mass weapon of destruction that is capable of destroying a planet. Codename : Eclipse Cannon!

Cid : Excellent idea, Genius! Why would some "one" or some "thing" used a bunch of jewels to activate the machine and caused a virus to make the data go haywire!? Maybe I bet it's the DWMA'S fault that is causing their problems on us! Tch! The bastards and their stinkin' weapons can all just suck my nuts and see if they like it.

Tron : (yelling in pain)

Sora : Tron! Tron! What's wrong?! Are you okay!

Tron : HRRRRGHHH!!! THE...THE EVIDENCE! I FOUND THE EVIDENCE! It's the footage that I found within the Kusakabe database, this is what made the heroes and villains of Soul World , I meant the humans and witches hating each other! It's this! (Shows the same of footage Inca chained to a chair) I found that the remaining survivors of the Ohkuboverse's attack, it's the pink-haired witch that originated the Majo Order in Soul World!

Cid : Well, I'll be a son of a gun. If it ain't the ancestor of Kimial Diehl, Inca Kasugatani. AKA the true mother of all witches that ruled over witchkind. But is still a thrill-seeking nutcase to Shinra after his 1000 years of death.

Sora : Now I that I officially explained to everything. I'm beginning to think that Kimial Diehl has a long lost relative and she's actually a descendant to the Japanese. Now I'm getting to the point of these plot twists that solves a great mystery and puzzles to figure it out. Smart move for a detective like her. Now I understand why the witches of Soul Eater existed in the first place. The Time Eater was using a copied footage of Gerald's Execution, and for that safety measures, it really is up to something that no one has ever done it along time, If Kimial Diehl was really a witch that was orginated from pink-haired japanese clutz who is a seeker of thrills and violence. I don't know why she went crazy just for Shinra.

*RUMBLING*

Cid : Oh, EFFING SON OF B*TCH! NOW WHAT THE HELL'S GOING ON!?!

Sora : Guys! Look! It's the footage! It's making a broadcast that will spread across the globe! I think this must've been the Time Eater's doing!

[Madness - Kenichi Tokoi]

Cid : That crazy bastard...

[People mumbling]

Inca Kasugatani (seen from Footage) : Shinra-Kun, my dear. I am giving you this message to all of Real World AU. Listen to my voice carefully. I am giving Real World AU a warning that this will be their death sentence to every heartlesses that have scattered around the planet. So if my theories and caculations are correct, the Ohkuboverse will shatter the Real World in about 1000 years from the Ohkuboverse before the Time Eater destroys it all! You hear me, Shinra-kun? Both you and your foolish family will pay for your transgressions and your influece shall be vanished and destroyed in Real World AU, along with their great planet earth!

Shinra (Devil Chaos Chao) : No way...Inca. You're finally here to see me again.

Inca Kasugatani (Broadcasting) : I'll be waiting for you to see me again, Shinra-Kun. Don't forget about the platonic love we've created. Just hope that I wish that we could've find a different way for us to handle the pain and suffering that we did.

Shinra (Devil Chaos Chao) : No...Inca...It can't be...Inca, what happened to you? Why were you chained up? I'm sorry that even if you failed, I...I still had my chance of you making me chase after you! If I only wanted to save you, I could've saved both you and Iris. I tried...I tried! We all died...We all died and had our 1000 years of death, all because of you! (looks up into the sky, screams in rage) INCAAAAAAA!!!

*DBZ SFX : POWERING UP+RUMBLING*

"Shinra-Kun. At long last, I can finally hear your voice once more."

" I'm finally glad that you finally remembered me, the world you created shall cease into nothingness or end in Total darkness."

"Whatever fate shall holds, You will never forget me and I'll be there by your side."

"I gave my promise to you, Shinra."

"That is what I wished for."

Inca Kasugatani : Gomenne...Shinra-kun.

*TV BUZZING*

~ Eighty-First Scene : Love of a Witch ~

[autumnalwalker]

Heads Up Seven Up

I was tagged by @winterandwords, and then again by @aether-wasteland-s. Thank you to both of you.

Passing the tag to @imbrisvastatio, @aestatismors, @kjscottwrites, @jass-is-afk, @blind-the-winds, @oh-no-another-idea, @words-after-midnight, and an open tag for anyone else who may wish to join in.

Since this was a double tag, time for fourteen paragraphs from the next Empty Names chapter (which will be a while before its real post while I try to build up a chapter buffer again). Not sure how I wound up writing two chapters in a row that start with a character waking up in the morning and not wanting to get out of bed, but here we are. The tone's a bit different though.

Content warning for gender dysphoria and some other more general angst.

The alarm clock times out and stops beeping.  The whole reason Lacuna bought that thing and put it over on the other side of the room was so that she wouldn’t do what she’s doing right now.  It worked for a while but then she got used to it.  And she can’t change the alarm noise to something she’s less used to because she bought the cheapest model she could find.  Then again, she’s theoretically getting paid again so she can probably afford to get a better one.  But then what to do with this one?  Throwing it out feels wasteful.  One more piece of plastic junk polluting the planet.  Not that it’s even a drop in the bucket compared to corporate industrial pollution and - No.  No, no, no.  She’s not letting herself get on the environmental spiral this morning. 

She does another loop of beating herself up for being awkward in a conversation instead. 

Her phone beeps.  A text, not an alarm.

She rolls over to check it and winces at the way the stubble that’s grown back overnight despite the past few years of hormones, lasers, electrified needles, and even some alchemical solutions scrapes across her pillowcase.  So stupid.  Autogenesis should be a barely-dreamed-of blessing (and apparently is for most people in her position), but instead she’s worse off than if she’d never gone Backstage and stuck with mundane solutions all because she’s both too insecure and one of the “lucky” people who just happen to be particularly susceptible to its influence.

Why is she like this?

She flips the phone over on her nightstand and reads the text.

Ready to head out?

That’s enough to jolt her out of her loop and far past the point of wakefulness into the realm of spiking heart rate and shaking limbs. 

She’d gotten so stuck in her head she forgot what day it is.

Trembling, she taps out a reply.

15 minutes.  Sorry.

Twenty-five minutes later Lacuna has gargled some mouthwash, shaved, dressed (pants today), flipped her mattress over to retrieve the box she’s still a little afraid to think about too hard from the hole she’d cut into the mattress’s underside, slung a messenger bag over her shoulder (like a purse but big enough for a laptop, she enjoys telling herself every time), stepped outside, fumbled with her keys due to trying to lock the door in a hurry, and is now descending the stairwell panting “Sorry, sorry, sorry,” over and over again until she reaches where Eris stands waiting at the bottom. 

Eris hands her a protein bar without comment.  

She gives a sheepish “Thanks” as she unwraps it while they walk.  She thinks of the taste as her penance for not getting out of bed sooner.  How Eris eats these things she’ll never know.  Probably without having mouthwash still coating her tongue.  Or does she only buy them specifically to hand to her at times like this?  Oh goddess, Lacuna hopes not.

[fanfictrashdump]

Max couldn't place the end of the world in their timeline.

One moment, they were walking home from work, indulging themselves with wallowing in the hopelessness of capitalism and the menial job that neither paid them enough to live nor gave them the skills to find one that would, and the next, they woke to a land of dust and darkness.

The local grocer's they had woken inside of still had power. Nothing really seemed amiss in the frozen vegetables aisle, save for the smearing trail of blood that looped from the end of the chilly corridor into the frozen meal aisle on the other side. The sound of crunching had caught them, next. Once the shrieking nothingness of tinnitus had ebbed away, leaving only a headache in their wake, the gentle crackling and slurping of what must be the world's messiest eater told Max they were not alone. Max had not had enough time to process what they had missed before the smell of sulfur filled their nose and they were face to face with seven-foot-tall-worth of demon.

Max had never seen a demon–they were quite sure that all that faff about demons was a tall tale to scare children. And while this creature did not look like the story book illustrations of a demon–no red skin, fangs, hooves, etc–they knew it was a demon, at once.

Funnily enough, the demon looked just as surprised to see Max as Max was to discover the existence of demons while being face to face with one. The demon raised one solitary dark brow and waited, as if Max was meant to be apologizing for the confusion and didn't even bother to wipe away the brain matter clinging to the very edge of their lip. "How the fuck did you survive that?"

"S-survive what?"

"Survive wh–what do you mean? The Apocalypse. How did you survive the fucking Apocalypse?" Max opened their mouth to protest but was abruptly cut off. "No matter. I'll, um, I'll take care of you now and–" A long, shiny black blade materialized within dexterous digits and was promptly swung.

"Wait!" Max raised their arms, pleasantly surprised when the demon paused, his all-too-pretty face twisted in what they could only assume was confusion. "A deal. You guys make deals, right? I mean, I don't fiddle, but…"

"Will humans ever stop making that reference?" The demon paused and smirked. "Well, I guess now they will, but it really is very annoying. You don't have to fiddle, but I do require a soul." The blade disappeared. "If you keep me well-fed, I will let you get cozy in whatever's left on this pebble. If not, you'll do me just fine."

The first two were flukes.

Max, not really knowing what they were going to do to avoid their fellow humans' fate, had piled junk into an old backpack. The demon, whose name they had attempted to pronounce once before being told that if they did it again, they would meet the business end of a knife, rolled his eyes (a startling shade of pumpkin orange) and chalked it up to beginner's luck.

The next day Max returned with another soul.

And the next.

And the next.

And the one after that.

After a month, the demon was at the end of their rope. Sure, they were well-fed and more than a bit entertained, but how? How did this human, this feeble thing that lurked in their chosen castle of the grocer's to steal whyphi–whatever that was–and eat cookies keep finding souls on a dead planet?

The demon turned an old brass pocket watch in his hands, the metal bubbling and curdling at his intensely hot touch. It was a piece of junk for all intents and purposes, but they could feel it, the sweet, heady thrum of a soul lingering within. "Where the fuck do you keep getting these from? Are there more humans still alive? And how do you trap them in these things."

Max smiled to themselves, taking another bite of an Oreo before responding. "No other humans, that I know of. I've checked everywhere."

The demon almost felt guilty for their companion's loneliness.

"I don't have to lock them anywhere. They're already in there." Max leaned forward, tapping at an inscription on the back of the watch that read Carry me with you, always. "The soul is in the intention. In wanting to be close. In the connection. I just need to find them."

Expression crumpled in thought, the demon turned the watch several times over before carefully placing in on a pile of shiny trinkets he had hoarded near his throne that he thought were pretty. The desire to consume that soul was… no longer pressing.

"You want a cookie?" Max offered quietly, sensing the demon's hesitation. "They're really good."

After a long breath, the demon reached out, talons closing around the chocolate and crème sandwich. Fingers appreciated the texture before twisting the sandwich apart, just like his human was showing him and eating the crème inside. He watched Max for a long moment before finally eating the chocolaty biscuit.

That single bite tasted like a bright, sweet soul.

“Where do you keep getting these from!?” The demon asked the last person in the universe, frustrated and confused as he was paid with a soul that had no right to exist.

[nityarawal]

3/22/2024

Love Letter To Moms'

(Elon-Bond)

Morning Songs

Why Won't He Say

He Loves You

Take A Stand

Like My Dad

Did For My Mom

Why Won't He Say

He Loves Me

We Know He Loves

Gaza

'Cuz Your Pretty

In The Middle East

Pure Breeds

Irany

Why Won't He Say

He Loves You

Just Rapes And Wars

Surely He's With

The Greatest Beauty

Of The Globe

Why Won't He Say

He Loves You

Thankyou For The PR

Commissions

Tips

Galore

We Know Any Mommies

Who Bought A Cybertruck

Did It For

#4BillionMothersStrong

#50ShadesOfGold

Why Won't He Say

He Loves You

My PD's Have Been

Excited By

Kim Kardashian

For 8 Years

Her Glorious Bottom

In Civil Law

Nothing New

Political Hookers

Enslaving Celebrities

Sticking Cops On You

Caging

#FreeBritney

Smoking

Screaming

SOS

Interrogating

For AFL

My PDs Have

Been So Excited

By Paul McCartney

Pink

And Taylor Swift

Christopher Stapleton

Namesake

Terrorising Me

For Singers

Royalties

Elon's Cybertruck

Slavery

Advertising

Why Won't He Say

He Loves You

Honestly

War Is So

Unflattering

The Queen Is Dead

Why Won't He Say

He Loves You

Give You An

Orgasm

For Real

Seven Times

Taoism

Chowmilla Fantasy

Gone To Rest

Why Won't He

Say He Loves You

Male

Seahorses

Princess Meghan

And Diana's Ghost

Still Haunt

The Globe

Mitraism

Irany

Brats Back In

Town

Singing

A Return To Love

With Marianne

Globally

Eternal Love

Won

On Diablo

And Planet Earth

Why Won't He Say

He Loves You

Say My Name

It's A Rapunzel Test

Identity Theft

Of Elon Doe

Build a Junk Art

Fence

Are Attys Blocking

My King

Instead The Tech Boys

Threaten To Kill

One Another

Boil Into Memes

Molested

On Foul Play

Raped

By Gay Trans

Terrorism

Sodomising

In Air

Force

Retarding Of Humanity

Why Won't He Say

He Loves You

Earhhearts

Don't The Jewish Boys

Appreciate VPs

Want To Fly

Take Their Pick

Of Kamalas'

Why Won't He Say

He Loves You

Jewish Santas

Is He Spoiled

Like Errol

Or Just Under

His #Trumpleberry

Thumb

Scared

Or Bound

By Air

Force

Contracts

Jai Ma

Peace

Please Release

Him

And my

Kin

Peace,

Nitya Nella Davigo Azam Moezzi Huntley Rawal

[midwinterhunt]

Solomon Parsco

Nicknamed Sol, he is a trans man who is somewhere in his late teens. Although he does have a few scattered memories from his early childhood where he had a family, they feel more like distant dreams of a life that never actually belonged to him. He doesn't know who his parents are, or even what species he is. He got tests done, and it came back with a small percentage being human, but there was a lot of mystery DNA.

He grew up in a crew he was sold to that belonged to the Scrapper's Guild. They made rounds to and from different junk planets such as Korad, Bracca, and even Lotho Minor. Never staying for more than a couple months at a time on one planet before making the haul back to sell. It wasn't bad. He had learned to dismantle almost anything at an early age, and before that he had gotten off easy with laundry, kitchen work, and other cabin boy work.

Despite the initial lack of love and warmth, he was ultimately able to look back on his childhood with gratitude for the crew that raised him. He had been allowed to be raised as a boy, even though Sol suspected they just preferred to not have to deal with a little girl running around. And they did a pretty good job on helping estimate his age. Over time, the rest of the crew started to treat him like family, and they taught him things he would need to survive.

Sol had to have been between six or seven when he was sold off to the guild and placed in his crew, and that would have made him thirteen to fifteen when he joined the Rebellion. He is now between seventeen and nineteen.

He lost the crew that had raised him when they tried to smuggle some most definitely illegal components they had salvaged. They were caught by the Empire in a security check, and rather than being arrested, they decided to make a run for it. They split up in the escape pods, the sub ship, and the main ship. Most were shot down. Sol never found out if anyone other than himself escaped.

He only survived because a rebel fleet showed up before he was shot as well. They were running the blockade on a mission, and Sol was lucky enough to be picked up by them. It took him a while to join up, but he eventually came to feel like he was at home with them.

Sol is perpetually tired. No amount of sleep could ever catch him back up to being fully rested, not that the nightmares ever let him sleep much anyway. But even so he is always down to raise hell and be a shit. A good prank will carry him the same distance as a full night of sleep. The same with a cup of caf. Liquid energy is as good as sleep.

His fic on ao3

[the-firebird69]

There's a lot of these badly GTS out there and there's GT2 as well and they're driving around and they make a lot of noise and people are laughing and pointing it's all over the planet but we'll see the United States there's tons of them overseas is going to be a lot more but Europe there's a bunch and they make us so much damn noise and it's like the Volkswagen beetle but loud so it's hilarious but they have these backfires and scaring the s*** out of people it's a precursor preamble or whatever is getting ready for July 4th and some of it's working but really this is an incredible idea I've never seen so many people driving around and happy and a piece of junk cuz back then if you didn't fix it up right it didn't come out good and some of it kind of clunky a lot of art the GT2 is pretty cool but really the insides are awful. This is going global okay and the insides of the new one is a pretty cool because you can make it cheaply without making it really stupid looking it looks cool like a race car this is going to be intense and he wants to Stratus and people going to say stratosphere and they're going to be saying Vegas this is going to be intense and that's an old casino. I can't believe it there's a ton of cars

Hera

We see it too they're all over the world there's there's probably every single version you could ever imagine and they're only like seven versions each different paint color too and is only like 10 paint colors of each version and I'll tell you what this paint color is kind of basic but it's his style he said make it less a cheaper paint and you're going to see what's at the raceway that are painted nice and you're going to see some real nice rims and what it can really look like even the first one looks really really nice and hot you would not believe it

Nuada

And hot ok. The race is getting you up but really you got to stop that

Arrianna

We know you're going to have children someday but this is great and he says we have to be in the race tomorrow at least one of us somehow like Jen and she's laughing cuz she's raced before and even as maybe even as like her counterpart from the insurance company and so havoc it could be drawing into it. It's not really me and I know who it is and I do have to do work there and help her get it done a lot of times so if I can't I'm going to see if she can it's going forwards now Hera says. We're going to get ready for this this is going to be a huge event there's tons of people signing up all over the world and it's announced that the raceways yes it wasn't in the raceways with nuts trying to find out who and they're now figuring it out it's a real race and you want the beer too

Olympus

[metaphysicalpistolsoraclemine]

Krystal Kaleidoscope

KA RA YA SA TA HA LA !

The Master Christos Collective are Ascended Masters of Krystal Star that may be communicated with in the Seven Higher Heavens or in the Trans-time continuum, which is located in the core of the next universes (through Andromeda) and corridors which lead into the many higher creation realms of the God Worlds. They are a United Krystal Star Matrix Collective of beings from multiple God Realms that are in alliance with the Krystal Star and Aurora Re-encryptions projects. Their role is to unite all identities of the Personal Christ through all Precession of the Equinoxes Ascension cycles with the God Source and their collective matrix is the architecture of the Krystal Kaleidoscope which became accessible in 2014.

Essentially they are the Collective Christ Sun Bodies uniting in the many universal cores simultaneously which phase lock into access into the Omniverses.

One can understand, as science has called unplugged portions of our DNA junk- the junk DNA of science, this is the DNA that has been unplugged from the earth histories, from the holographic memory system that we are.

This was an attempt to erase these holographic memories. So not only was it unplugging DNA, it was an attempt to erase the memories. Meaning all of the holographic memories of who and what we are and what was actually recorded accurately in the DNA Crystal Core of this earth, and as well, these bodies that we’re in, the bodies that we inhabit.

So the original memories and instruction sets, the 12th dimensional Silicate Matrix, again understanding the silicate matrix, the 12 dimensions, can be retrieved based on the proportion in angle at which the plasma light as a beam intersects with the crystal body.

This is what the Krystal Kaleidoscope is doing. This is what the Krystal Kaleidoscope function is. It is a part of the plasma light beam that intersects with the crystalline body and recollects these fragments of the hologram.

And resets them at their proper angle and spin.

This effort is made in preparation for yet another new level of color frequency spectrums being projected as radiant light holograms into the planetary core manifestation architecture.

A Krystal Kaleidoscope of plasmic light mirrored architecture is emerging into physical quantifications of color that project entirely new spectrums of light, frequency and time code. (What this means is that the particle wave manifestation of new color spectrums on planet is being observed, as well as the source code of its emanation generating from the Krystal Kaleidoscope from the Aurora time continuum.)

These reflective bands of coded plasmic light are being woven into sequential circuits into certain geographic areas of the planet. One purpose is to build multiple access points in our earth timelines that may potentially resonate in "reflectional symmetry" with the upcoming convergence happening in the Trans-time continuum. The Krystal Kaleidoscope is being described as such because this architecture operates similarly as to what we can understand from our human perspective as when looking into a kaleidoscope.

A Kaleidoscope operates on the principle of multiple reflections, where several mirrors are placed at an angle of degree to one another. Typically there are three rectangular mirrors set at 60° to each other so that they form an equilateral triangle.

The 60° angle creates several duplicate images of the objects, five at 60°, and 2 at 90°.

As the tube is rotated, the tumbling of the colored objects presents varying colors and configurations in a beautiful symmetrical pattern created by the reflections.

The Krystal Kaleidoscope functions in the same way as the more recent architecture that has been placed on planet since the end of 2012, the Krystal Cathedral, Krystal Star Spires, and the City Four Square operate in mirrored reflection symmetry.

What this means is that a figure which does not change its core energetic form, and is capable to hold integrity within itself, upon undergoing a reflection with the Krystal Kaleidoscope, has mirrored reflectional symmetry. Additionally, the mirrored reflection symmetry adjusts any rotational axis of symmetry into the core DNA template of the being.

This means if the "reflectional symmetry" exists, that part of the reflection will expand its symmetry pattern throughout its entire DNA unwinding in any existing timelines in the holographic dimensions.

This is reclamation of all Krystal Identities on earth to be returned for rehabilitation to the Aurora Founder Dimensions in the Trans-time continuum. This does not mean we drop the body.

What it means is we are connected to the Founder's Krystal Consciousness identities in the Trans-time continuum in order to make the load out of earth humans to the Aurora time continuum in the future.

This is the GSF ( God Sovereign Free) Ascension timeline hosted by Krystal Star.

What this also means is that if there is no mirrored symmetry present in the reflection of that figure or form to Aurora colors, they will not perceive the Krystal Kaleidoscope design, source field of actual identity or any of its creations.

This means it is essentially invisible to them because it simply does not exist in their lower dimensional perception of reality.

This will eventually present the choice between eviction with the Vandal-Fallen NAA groups, annihilation of their species memory or genetic rehabilitation monitored under Krystal Star host on another timeline.

To be permeated with the Omniversal Primary Ray Colors of our Founder's original blueprint being holographically projected from the Krystal Kaleidoscope in the Aurora time continuum is to say that many of us are undergoing a massive color correction to all of our Ray bodies. Also, the Ray attributes and aspects of color waves that have resulted from previous distortions in our manifested creations throughout timelines are in a process of color correction.

Color correction and frequency saturation changes cellular memories and shifts timelines because it simultaneously shifts causal events that led into distortions or genetic damage made to our consciousness bodies.

[trenttrendspotter]

ECRM Trends to Watch: Gluten & Allergen Free, Keto & Plant-Based

ECRM is the driving force for buyers and sellers, and they put the right brands in front of the right buyers at the right time with end-to-end solutions that drive seamless product discovery, evaluation and purchase. They recently hosted their Gluten & Allergen Free, Keto and Plant-Based Food & Beverage Sessions, where companies were able to introduce their innovative brands and products to the right buyers. We met with many of the brands to get an insight on what buyers are looking for and see where the industry is headed.

Check out some of the most note-worthy trends:

Nuts & Seeds Full of Benefits

GMSacha Inchi is popularizing the lesser-known super seed, Sacha Inchi. Sacha Inchi dates back over 3,000 years from the Incas in Colombia and Peru and has many health benefits associated with it. GMSacha Inchi is able to properly produce Sacha Inchi and remove the bitter taste from it, turning it into a healthy and delicious product, enhancing its taste and providing it in milk, snack, and powder form. Sacha Inchi is a natural superfood that is high in protein, omega 3, 6 and 9 and has all 9 essential amino acids.

Pili Hunters brought the Pili Nut to North America. Aside from its rich, buttery taste and nutritional value, there are a few other factors that make Pili Nuts among the healthiest nuts in the world. It’s sustainably harvested from the wild. Pili Hunters Pili Nuts are 100% natural, keto, paleo, vegan friendly, as well as gluten-free and non-GMO. They contain 41g of fat, 2g of carbs per serving (56g). Plus, a ton of other nutrients like: magnesium, manganese, phosphorous and copper. They are fully sustainable and great for both you and this planet we all call home.

Better-For-You Indulgences

Freakin’ Wholesome are nut butter chocolate bites, where indulgence meets healthy. Their delicious chocolate bites are 4 layers deep. The first layer is a cookie base, the second layer is the nut butter filling, the third layer is a thin layer of dates, and the fourth is dipped in 75% dark chocolate. Freakin’ Wholesome has a 100% natural ingredient list, every aspect of the product is made in-house, down to the dark chocolate and nut butters they use. This is a vegan, non-GMO, kosher snack that contains no palm oils, no E-numbers and no junk.

Pacific Cookie Company was founded in 1980 in Santa Cruz, CA. They are a women- and family-owned and -operated company. They use only the finest, local, all natural ingredients that are sustainably sourced to support local businesses while helping reduce their environmental impact at the same time. They remain focused on producing the highest quality all-natural product the market has to offer with unmatched consistency since 1980. After over 40 years, they continue to be ahead of the curve and heading in the right direction delivering on a variety of trends.

Keto

Friendly Products

Guy Gone Keto provides keto-friendly condiments, from picnic pleasures to elegant dinners. Their line includes a variety of delicious sauces, all delicious and keto friendly. Thom King, the bestselling author and founder of Guy Gone Keto, began his experience with the promise of adding “savory healthy ingredients” with fresh, creative, innovative menu options for people with dietary restrictions. With a foundation in nutritional science, him and his team have formulated healthy ketogenic solutions that anyone can incorporate into their cooking, or experiment—all to stay healthy and even lose weight.

The Frozen Bean’s Keto Coffee amplifies energy for enhanced mental performance, allowing you to fuel your day the right way. They are a leading manufacturer of specialty desserts and beverages for the food service industry. They use only the finest ingredients sourced from around the world, delivering products that far exceed the market in taste and quality. All seven of their delectable product lines can be served hot or cold with over 100 delicious flavors and counting! They have a wide selection of flavors from caffeine free to delightful chai, and coffee blends. All of their beverage treats can be blended with coffee, cold or hot water, or milk.

The Future of Dairy

Spero believes healthy food is a human right. Spero’s sunflower cheese is a delicious plant-based cheese that is available in a variety of flavors. Spero is creating the future of dairy with Sunflower Dairy. Spero’s products are made from seeds, which use 96% less water & land than nuts or traditional dairy. All Spero products are plant-based, allergen-friendly, and made with simple ingredients. Spero is female and disability founded, and believes healthy food is a human right.

Plant Smart Food’s mission is to make fat-free, plant-based cheese in order to ward offheart disease, high blood pressure, and excessive weight. Their products are the world’s first fat-free plant-based cheese that has only 190 calories per pound and is dairy-free, oil-free, nut-free, seed-free, soy-free, and gluten-free. Their cheese complies with both Medicare approved heart disease reversal diets and is the first ‘zero point’ cheese per WW. It also has zero sugars per serving and is low in sodium while tasting delicious.

ECRM hosts many different programs across many different industries where the latest and greatest companies are able to showcase their amazing products. Stay tuned for many of their upcoming sessions.For more trends, read the latest from trendspotter Nancy Trent. 

[montied]

for the doctor who ask game, 1, 2, 3, 4, 6, 8, 10, 16, 17, 18

im curious lol

What was the first episode you watched/remember ? No idea! I've watched at least small parts of episodes for as long as I can remember, because my mother liked Doctor Who way before I did.

What was the first entire series you watched/remember? I think it would have been either nuwho series one or series twelve. I might have been watching them at the same time, actually. I don't know. 2020 was a blur.

Who is your favourite doctor? Why? Either Five or Nine. Five because I like his specific brand of eccentricity, and I don't know why I like Nine. I just do.

Who is your least favourite doctor? Why? I love them all.

Nuwho or classic who? Why? I think both have benefits. Nuwho because it feels more comfortable to me (although this may be because it has subtitles), and I really like the ridiculous plots and lore of classic who, but the episodes often tend to be too long for me to concentrate on if they aren't interesting.

Favourite outfit of the Doctor's? Why? Either Three's, Seven's, or Thirteen's. I like Three's gay vampire look, how chaotic Seven's is whilst still looking decent, and Thirteen's looks like it would be really fun to wear. (Special mentions to Four's scarf and Ten's trenchcoat.)

Favourite companion? Tegan!!!!

Who is your favourite doctor/companion duo? Twelve/Bill

What is your favourite alien species? The Mondasian Cybermen.

What is your favourite alien planet? The junk world planet that tries to eat the TARDIS. I don't know what it's called.

[phuketdivecenter]

Why Is PADI Open Water Certification Important?

The finest hobby for someone who loves the ocean and appreciates being underwater is scuba diving. Scuba diving is the only opportunity to encounter a completely different aspect of nature and see something that only a select few can see. You can choose future travel spots with the aid of scuba diving, too. It can become highly addictive to feel the excitement of underwater exploration and marine life, but you can only do that if you have your scuba diving certification. You complete several academic and practical lessons throughout the course of four to seven days. However, the course's main goal is to increase students' knowledge and give them some practical skills that will help them enjoy their time underwater. In light of that, let's look at some of the reasons why obtaining a PADI Open water certification in Phuket or elsewhere is essential. Exploring a new world Scuba diving is a great opportunity to discover new places and travel to regions of the globe that most people will never have the chance to visit. The majority of the surface of the Earth is covered by water, and scuba diving gives you a chance to get up and personal with some of the most stunning and vibrant marine species on the planet. It's an extremely calming hobby that promotes tranquility and peace, and it provides a chance to connect with others who share your enthusiasm for the undersea environment. Acquiring a great knowledge and skills The right theoretical understanding and some fundamental principles are required to become a qualified dive instructor in Phuket. There is no end to the challenges you can explore after you are qualified. Whether you go diving at Phi Phi or anywhere else, there is always something new to discover. However, certain locations call for additional accreditation, while others can only be visited with a guide. Appreciating the beauty of sea The amount of garbage and junk in the ocean is significantly endangering marine life. According to estimates, the ocean has 51 trillion microplastics particles. If we don't take action, many ocean species will become extinct before they are even identified. The ocean ecosystem is seriously threatened by pollution, ocean acidification, and climate change. Once you've experienced the ocean's splendour, you'll be motivated to contribute to its preservation. You'll have a greater awareness of how vulnerable the environment is and be more inclined to choose ecologically responsible options. The Bottom Line Being a licences scuba diver allows you to engage with a variety of magnificent ocean creatures in their natural habitat, which is both exciting and educational. Additionally, you can contact Phuket Dive Center if you wish to receive a PADI certificate in Phuket from a recognized scuba diving organisation. In their PADI training centre, they offer the necessary theoretical and practical courses and charge a fair price for them. Additionally, they provide training in rescue diving, EFR, deep diving, nitrox diving, PPB, and other topics. Visit phuketdivecenter.com to learn more about them and their courses.

[angstfactory]

Aisley was seriously worked up this morning. It became clear fairly quickly that she didn't look to be near tears-- she was in tears. Made her stupid doe eyes that much more doe-y, because of-fucking-course it would. In fact, the woman's entire face was alive and flushed, which only served to annoy the human further. Aisley was one of those stupidly pretty women as it was, and it didn't seem okay that she was lovely even when angry crying. Couldn't she just... Have an ugly cry face? Damn near everyone else on the planet had to deal with ugly cry face, himself included, so what made her God's favorite? Ridiculous.

Regardless, Jesse couldn't recall a time she'd been this upset with him before, though. And honestly, it came out of left field for once. His last few nights in-particular, he hadn't even been home? Most of his time had been spent with his friends, mostly Willow and Avery, but Kai was quickly becoming a staple in these antics, too. So, truly, the male had little idea what it was this time he was supposedly responsible for since he hadn't recently gone out of his way to antagonize the woman.

Whatever it was, though, Jesse was certain it couldn't be anything as dramatic as Aisley was making it to be. Full on crying and screaming at him before the sun was fully overhead? Pfft.

"I hate your plants," Jesse corrected her, because that was important. Of course the most important things to her would be what is a massive pain in the ass for him. Her stupid plants kept encroaching onto his property, and half the damn time they'd take over junk that had been laying about like that was their new home. But otherwise, he couldn't care less about plants and nature in one way or another, usually. Not his cup of interest, alright? "Oh come off the horse, Ais," once more, eyes rolled heavenward at her dramatics. "Don't victimize yourself here, alright? Don't try and act like your opinion of me is fuckin' sunshine n' roses, yeah? You think I'm shit." He scowled. She had some audacity in her, to stand there and berate him like it was only him with a problem. She didn't like him, either, and she'd made that plenty clear on more than one occasion, herself.

"Gee, let's see," Jesse took a step forward and lifted a hand as he started to count off on each finger every little wrong she'd caused him since she darkened the stoop of that property next door seven months prior, "you routinely drive me out off my own property through torture techniques-- who the fuck listens to romantic classical music at all hours of the day?! You let your plants run havoc across my boundary all the time! I'm pretty fuckin' sure you're the reason I've got dandelions growing on TOP of my trailer?! You've already cost me a couple grand on scrap because you keep having the fuckin' city come by n' remove it! You've tried to sick the sheriff on me numerous occasions-- you just forget that, huh? You got it in your fuckin' thick head that your property line is like, five feet into mine! Should I go on? I would, but I've run out of fuckin' fingers!" Now the man threw up his hands in frustration himself, because this wasn't how he planned to start his day: getting chewed out by Aisley and he didn't even know what for, this time.

"Why don't you just get off my property, huh? I'm tired of seeing you already," Jesse waved a dismissive hand at her before presenting his back, fully planning to head back into the trailer to do literally anything else but deal with her.

She wanted to smack him.

Aisley prided herself on her control and her ability to maintain her composure and patience, and Goddess only knew, but this particular man had given her more than enough opportunities to practice both since she’d moved back to town. She thought she deserved an award for not encouraging nature herself to try and drive the man away. Granted, it might take a forest springing up and trapping him in his trailer for him to get a clue, but she’d resisted allowing more than a few minor nuisances to escape her. Cause no harm except in necessity might be the central tenet of her entire belief system.

And yet, right this moment, Aisley Shaw wanted to smack Jesse Cowen to see if she could knock some manners into the bloody jerk. Impatient with her tears now, she dashed them away with quick swipes of her fingertips. “Don’t you ‘what’ me!” she snapped back. Her hands flew up and apart, more expressive than she’d ever been in conversation with him before. “I get it, you hate plants. That’s been made perfectly clear more than once. Goddess only knows, you’ve threatened mine enough for me to have no doubts about your opinions.”

Again her anger wanted to flare, still not under her usual control, and she couldn’t let it go. If she let it fly free, it could do almost anything right this moment, and reckless magic was dangerous magic, and she didn’t want to know the karmic repercussions if she did him any permanent damage with it. She paced away, taking a few breaths before turning back.

“And I don’t even want to get into your opinion of me. That’s been fairly well covered as well.”

She really should have paid closer attention when she bought her land, but her home sat in a wonderful location between town and wood, with connections to all kinds of natural beauty and magical strength. It made it easier for her to shield her home from magical attack, and set up warnings against more mundane trouble, but she’d never thought she’d have to set up some kind of barrier to protect her garden!

“Just . . . why?” she demanded, again blinking back tears at the memory of her devastated garden. “What the hell have I done to you in the past few days that would call for that kind of destruction?”

[creampuffnecromancy]

I drew Seven!

Seven / @potoobrigham @junkplanet

Art / me!

[potoobrigham]

Boo.