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Duck Prints Press Kinks Your October!

Love prompt-a-day challenges? So do we, which is why we thought it would be fun to put together our own Kinktober list – assembled collaboratively with input from interested Duck Prints Press contributors. And now here we are! Welcome to the Duck Prints Press Kinks-Your-Tober challenge – 31 days of prompts, three prompts per day, loads of horny ideas there for the taking!

This is a rules-light challenge with no minimum word count or minimum art amount or whatnot. We’re kinking up your October, so anything goes! Pick one prompt per day or mix-and-match all three. Create fiction, art, graphics, playlists, or whatever else floats your boat. Fanworks or original works welcome. Combine our list with other October lists or don’t. Anything goes!! The only thing we won’t tolerate? Intolerance: no kinkshaming, shipshaming, fandom hate, etc.

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HAPPY KINKING, Y’ALL!

Full list in text form (read more):

Oct. 1: breathplay – sentient creature bestiality – collars Oct. 2: incubus/succubus – heat sex – breast worship Oct. 3: wax play – stone top – wartenberg wheel Oct. 4: xenophilia – human furniture – tailfucking Oct. 5: somnophilia – roleplaying – piercings Oct. 6: age play – oviposition – rough sex Oct. 7: nipple orgasm – suspension bondage – wireplay Oct. 8: service top – watersports – clothing kink Oct. 9: public use – tentacles – breeding kink Oct. 10: pervertable – come inflation – cigar/ash play Oct. 11: pet play – consensual non-consent – hair kink Oct. 12: knifeplay – mutual masturbation – sensation play Oct. 13: praise kink – fucking machine – wing kink Oct. 14: ice play – magical healing dick – safeword use Oct. 15: boot worship – clit/cock warming – melolagnia Oct. 16: biting – cock-and-ball torture – rut sex Oct. 17: sex work – size kink – hand/finger kink Oct. 18: exhibitionism – face sitting – underwater sex Oct. 19: blood play – vaginal/anal plug – merpeople Oct. 20: belly bulge – chastity – figging Oct. 21: objectification – voice kink – first time Oct. 22: lingerie kink – dollification – fisting Oct. 23: fire play – pampering – self-cest Oct. 24: handcuffs – hemipenes/hemiclits – glory hole Oct. 25: voyeurism – double penetration – S&M Oct. 26: lacatation – orgasm delay or denial – kneeling Oct. 27: overstimulation – dry humping – android/cyborg Oct. 28: dendrophilia – creature shifter – impact play Oct. 29: public sex – omorashi – electrical play Oct. 30: sex pollen – cunnilingus/blow job – humiliation Oct. 31: sex toys – power bottom – knotting

[roosterforme]

The One Where He Puts His Foot in His Mouth | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley takes his stress out on you, and you let him know that's unacceptable. 

Warnings: Angst and Smut

Length: 3100 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You?

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Bradley was feeling stressed out. He had moved everything from the barracks into his new house, and there were boxes all over the place. The new furniture he ordered was scattered in every room, waiting until he had time to assemble it. The clutter was killing him, setting his nerves on edge. He usually liked to keep a very tidy living space.

And on top of that, you had agreed to move in with him in December, just a few weeks from now. He wanted you here, he really did, but you'd already moved some of your random stuff in, just adding to the mess.

So he collapsed on the couch to collect his thoughts while you cooked dinner in the kitchen. 

"I have a great idea, Roo! How about we have some people over for a Friendsgiving dinner the day after Thanksgiving? We can cook our turkey that day instead! It'll be so fun!"

He grunted from the couch. It really didn't sound like all that much fun to him, but he definitely wasn't going to tell you that. "Maybe just Phoenix and Bob?" he suggested, tossing an arm over his eyes. 

"Yeah, I guess I'll see who is available," you told him happily. "This will be great. We have a week to plan everything."

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Thanksgiving was the best holiday Bradley could remember experiencing in his life. He spent it with you. Only you. He had fun helping you make a lasagna since you were saving the turkey for when Phoenix and Bob came over for dinner tomorrow. Then you snuggled with him on the couch, let him watch football for a few hours, and gave him a blowjob. By the time dinner was ready, you had opened two beers, set the table and called him over to eat. 

"I love this domestic shit, Baby Girl. Living with you is going to be awesome," he told you as he pulled you onto his lap at the dining room table. 

You laughed and gave him a kiss before pulling your plate closer and taking a bite. "I can't wait to be fully moved in with you in just a few more weeks."

Bradley took a bite as well and groaned, because everything you cooked was always delicious. "Gonna be perfect. Just like this, every day. You and me. No fights. Just sex and happiness."

"Sounds good, Roo."

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The following day, Bradley had to report to base for the morning, but you were off for the whole day. You had slept over and got right to work in the kitchen first thing, making Friendsgiving dinner. He popped in to get some coffee as he was leaving. 

"This looks like a lot of food, Baby Girl," he commented as he filled his travel mug. 

"Does it? I was thinking it might not be enough." 

Bradley looked around at the ten pound bags of potatoes, boxes of stuffing mix, bundles of carrots, and piles of baking supplies. He could barely see his kitchen counters. 

"I mean, I guess you're the expert," he told you with a kiss to your temple. "I'll be back after lunch."

But when he returned from work, he was even more baffled. The house smelled incredible, but there was so much damn food. You had five pies lined up on the table, timers were going off, disposable bakeware filled the island, and you looked very frazzled. 

"Need any help, Sweetheart?" he asked cautiously. 

"No, I'm good. Everyone will be here in about an hour." 

Bradley scratched his head. "What do you mean by everyone? It's just Phoenix and Bob, right?"

You turned slowly to look directly at him. "No.... it's a few more people than that, Roo. Weren't you listening the other night when I told you that?"

"Listening when? The night I was putting together all of the furniture I bought?"

"Maybe?"

"Well no, Y/N, I probably wasn't paying too much attention to this Friendsgiving thing. Because I thought it was just Phoenix and Bob."

You looked a little panicked, and Bradley immediately felt bad. He ran his hand through his hair. "I just wanted to get the house in order before we had a bunch of people over, but I'm sure it's fine. Don't worry about it. I'm going to get a shower and get dressed before they arrive," Bradley mumbled as he stalked into the bedroom which was still a mess of stuff. 

He took a nice long shower, shaved around his mustache, and got dressed, finally able to calm himself down. It would be no problem to open his house up to a few more people. They were all friends anyway, so no harm done. And it wasn't your fault you had been trying to talk to him when he didn't let you know he was concentrating on the furniture.

You and he would get better at communicating over time, he was sure of it.

But when he walked out into his kitchen, it was literally filled with people. And there were more people coming through the front door. He saw Fanboy, Coyote, Phoenix, Hangman, Bob, Payback, and Maria. Plus a few of your other coworkers from your new lab. There were at least fifteen people in his house. 

"What the fuck..." he muttered to himself as the doorbell rang. He watched you prance over and open the door, revealing Mav, Penny and Amelia. 

So this is why you thought there wasn't going to be enough food. "Holy shit," Bradley sighed, making his way to the refrigerator and grabbing himself a beer. 

"This is so nice, thanks for having everyone over," Phoenix told him, giving him a quick hug. 

Bradley just grumbled. "I thought it was just you and Bob coming. I don't know why she invited everyone we know. The house is still a mess!"

Phoenix's eyes went wide. "Oh, well, don't look now, but um.... yeah...."

Bradley followed her gaze toward the front door where you were letting Cam and that fucking douchebag Kyle into the house. Into Bradley's house. He watched Kyle bend down a little and give you a hug, running his hand across your back. It looked innocent enough, but Bradley really hated that guy on sight. He glared daggers at you. "Y/N."

You jumped away from Kyle's grip around your waist and your eyes met Bradley's.  

"Welcome everyone!" you announced with a nervous smile as you looked at Bradley. "The food is all ready, so please help yourselves! Paper plates are on the counter!"

"Y/N, can we talk for a minute?" 

"Sure..." you said cautiously, and Bradley followed you into the bedroom as everyone else started to pile food onto plates. "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong? There are a hundred people in my house, including Kyle, and I didn't know any of them were going to be here! Who the hell else did you invite?"

"That's it! Nobody else is coming!" you promised, running your hands up and down his arms to calm him down. "Can you just come back out and try your best to be pleasant? Please? And we can talk later?"

"Fine," Bradley managed through gritted teeth. He would just glue himself to Phoenix for the remainder of the evening, and he would make it.  

So he got a plate of food and listened to everyone compliment your cooking. He couldn't disagree with them, but he liked it better when it was just the two of you. And what was Kyle doing here anyway? Why had you invited him? At least he was avoiding Bradley like the plague. 

Maverick tried to make conversation, but Bradley was in a sour mood by this point. Basically everyone was avoiding him now except for Bob, who was either too kind to leave anyone out or too clueless to catch onto Bradley's mood. 

And now Kyle had you alone, near the back door. How much longer was Bradley going to have to play nice? He decided he wasn't going to.

"Hey, Sweetheart," he said as he walked over to you. Then he pulled you against him and kissed you hard, pressing his fingers into your hips. He teased your mouth until you sighed.

"What was that for?" you whispered after he released you.

"Just wanted to kiss my girlfriend, that's all." He winked at Kyle as he ran his hand along your lower back and ass. Kyle swallowed and then wandered off into the kitchen.

"Oh my goodness, I thought you came over here to kiss me because you wanted to, but you were just trying to make Kyle jealous!" you hissed at him, pulling out of his grasp. "Come on, Bradley!" 

"What am I supposed to do, when he so clearly wants to fuck you! It's so transparent!" Bradley replied, waving his arms in the air.

"God, can you please not do this right now? Look, everyone is eating the pies. Can this wait until dessert is over and everyone leaves?"

"Sure," Bradley agreed with a growl. He picked up a plate and filled it with pie slices. He figured the more he had to eat, the less that would be available for everyone else. And slowly but surely, everyone started to filter out of his house. Kyle was unsurprisingly the first to go. Good riddance. Penny and Mav offered to stay and help clean up, but Bradley assured them it would be just fine if they went ahead and left for the night.

You were actively avoiding him at this point, going so far as to try to get Phoenix to stay longer. 

"Nope, it's time for Nat to leave. Bye Nat, and please take them with you," he said, gesturing to all of the guys.

Phoenix pulled Bradley aside on her way to the door. "Can you stop acting like a dick? Your girlfriend was sweet to invite everyone over. And I'm going to say this as nicely as I can; if you want to have a girlfriend at all, then I suggest you act a little better in the future."

Bradley stood silently in the middle of the living room, and watched you give everyone hugs as they left. When you closed the door behind them, Bradley was about to apologize to you.

"Oh my God, Bradley!" you shouted before he could get a word out. "What the fuck is your problem? I was trying to have a nice time!"

His blood was instantly boiling again. "Then why did you invite Kyle? I can't fucking stand the way he looks at you!" he shouted.

"I didn't! I think he overheard me inviting Cam and Maria and just decided to tag along!"

"Really?" Bradley asked, taking a few steps closer to you. "Are you sure you didn't invite him here to get me all riled up like this?"

"Yes, I'm sure! Oh my God, it doesn't even matter, Bradley!" 

"It sure as hell matters to me. I don't want him in my house!"

You took a step away from him. "In your house?"

"Yeah! My house!"

Your eyes narrowed to slits and you planted your hands on your hips. Bradley had the fleeting thought that perhaps he'd made a mistake.

"So when I move in with you in a few weeks, what does that make me?" you asked, deadly calm. "Your girlfriend, or your fucking personal chef? Do I need to run everything past you first so I don't do something you don't like in your precious house? I guess this is a good example of why I wanted to pay you rent!" 

"Sweetheart, that's not what I meant," he said, taking a cautious step toward you.

"You told me you wanted this to be our house, but if you've changed your mind, then maybe I can move in with Cam instead. I'm sure he won't try to dictate to me what I'm allowed to do where I live!" You eyes were flashing with anger. Bradley was fucked. He'd never seen you this mad before. 

"Baby Girl, I didn't mean-"

"I already gave up my lease with Maria! So if you're going to start acting like a fucking clown all of a sudden, I'd rather you tell me now instead of after I move my stuff in here! That way you'd be saving me time finding a new place to live and a new boyfriend!"

"Don't say that," Bradley hissed, backing you up to the wall. His hands were on your hips, pinning you in place. "Do not say that to me." His breathing was ragged as he watched your eyes grow wide.

He watched you lick your lips as your eyes dropped to his mouth. "Don't tell me what to do," you whispered, and Bradley couldn't take much more.

"Stop it," he said quietly, shaking his head. "You belong with me. Stop saying you don't."

You glared up at him. Your hands found their way to his chest, but instead of pushing him away like he was afraid you were going to do, you pulled him closer. "Make me."

Bradley pinned you in place, one hand on your hip and one around the side of your neck. He kissed you hard on the lips before pulling away again. He looked down at your beautiful face, an expression of pride and stubbornness filling your features. He gently stroked your neck with his thumb. 

"I want you here. With me." 

"To be your personal chef?"

"No, to be my girlfriend who I get to dote on."

You licked your lips and sniffed, but you didn't try to move. "You had a funny way of showing that today. You can't tell me what to do. And I don't care if you think Kyle wants to fuck me. I don't want to fuck Kyle, so that's just going to have to be a good enough answer for you. Or I'll find somewhere else to live." 

"Don't," Bradley growled.

"Then show me you want me here," you whispered, and he had you hoisted up in his arms immediately. 

"I want you here," he said roughly, enunciating every word. "I want you fucking everywhere with me, Baby Girl." He kissed your mouth as you wrapped your legs around his waist. "I'm sorry I was a jerk."

"Show me," you insisted again, grinding against his abs. He kissed you, palm at the back of your head, keeping you in place while he sucked your lower lip between his teeth and nibbled. You moaned into his mouth, and he felt so possessive of you. He needed you to know you made his life better. 

Bradley laid you down on the couch and climbed on top of you. He kissed your neck as he worked at the zipper of your jeans. "I want you here, because I love you." He slipped his hand inside your underwear and you moaned.

"I don't care if you never cook for me again," he added. "I'll make us cereal for dinner every night, and I'll never complain."

You smiled slightly up at him, clearly trying to keep your expression angry. He wasn't going to have you living anywhere else. No matter what. 

He kissed your chin gently as he circled your clit with his fingertips. "God you're wet, Baby Girl. You like arguing with me? Makes me hot too." Although he didn't find this too surprising, he wasn't planning on fighting with you to get this reaction in the future. You needed to know you could trust him.

You just moaned and tipped your head back as Bradley slipped a finger inside you. 

"I want you here, Sweetheart. I'll apologize to everyone if you want me to. Even Kyle. And you can have them all over again, too. You can do anything you want."

"Bradley," you whined. He slid your jeans down your legs, followed by your underwear. Then he unzipped his jeans and pushed them down a bit until his hard length was free. 

"Baby Girl, you gotta stay here with me. I need you," he whispered as he pushed his cock into your wetness and bottomed out. "Oh, fuck." He let himself go; if you wanted him to show you he wanted you here, then he would do just that. He fucked you hard, gently peppering your face with kisses.

Soon you were a whining, needy mess under him, squeezing his entire length as he started fucking you slowly. You felt so good, you always felt like this. He couldn't believe he'd yelled at you. "Sweetheart, I love you. Tell me what you need."

You chewed on your lip glancing down to where his body connected with yours. "You better make me come," you told him, grabbing his shoulders and guiding his mouth back down to yours.

He would do that. He absolutely would. He kissed you sweetly, pulling one leg up over his hip. Then he fucked you into the couch cushions, bracing one foot on the floor. He fucked you hard and fast until you were close, then he brushed his fingers gently across your clit. He slowed his pace down and kissed your neck. He could feel your pussy squeeze him tighter as your orgasm started and your moans got louder.

"I'll make you come all the time in our house. Just say you'll stay with me," he whispered next to your ear. You whined as you came, grabbing at his shirt and his neck. 

"I'll stay," you gasped, and Bradley let himself tumble over the edge with you.

A few minutes later, you started stirring beneath him, his cock still inside you. He lifted his head from the crook of your pretty neck and looked at your flushed face and puffy lips. "I'm sorry I was such a jerk today. I honestly thought you knew how stressed out I've been feeling about moving in here and getting everything ready. I should have made it clear that I only wanted a few people to come over."

"I'll be more explicit next time, Roo. I promise. Now do you believe me that I didn't invite Kyle?"

"Yes, I believe you."

"You can understand why I didn't want to turn someone away?"

"Yes, of course. I'm an idiot."

"Will you stop acting like a baby?"

"Yes, I will."

"And did you get this all out of your system? I don't want to see you like this again."

"I hear you, Baby Girl. No more."

You pushed his weight off of you and he stood, quickly pulling you to your feet as well. "Come eat some pie with me," you murmured as you pulled him into the dining room.

Bradley watched his cum drip down your legs and swore to himself he wasn't going to fuck this up. He loved you too much.

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[azrielwingspan]

DISTRACTIONS (AZRIEL X OC)- PART 1

Distractions is a collection of short stories whose main characters are Azriel and Nyra (OC).

It's established that there is some heavy tension between them (everyone suspects lol) and I decided to put into words a few visualizations I've had of the both of them just pining for each other, playing hard to get, flirting, a bit of angst, some fluff and overall just being HELLA CUTE OKAY.

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Here is PART 1 !!!

Summary :

The IC , Nyra and a couple of mutual friends decide to stay in for a night and celebrate the success of one of their more important missions. A bit of alcohol and a cozy setting can do wonders.

Warnings: Nothing major. Lots of drinking, fluff if you squint your eyes.

"Okay, bring out the expensive wine. I'm sick of whatever crap this is." Cassian said making a disgusted face at the glass of wine in his hand. Nesta, curled up by his side on the love seat in front of the fireplace , smirked at him over the rim of her peppermint teacup.

"That would've been possible.." drawled Rhys from the wingback chair adjacent to the fireplace "if you hadn't made it your life goal to rid my wine cellar of it's most expensive occupants."

A few chuckles rose around the room and Cassian scowled , halfheartedly taking a sip from the crap wine in his hand.

Despite the lack of good wine, everyone was in good spirits that day. The parlor in Rhysand's and Feyre's Riverhouse was occupied by their closest group of friends who were finally able to let loose after weeks of intense work. The fireplace cast a cozy glow over the dark wood furniture with emerald green accents and provided a warm embrace against the frigid rain lashing against the windows.

The smell of alcohol , rain and smoky cedar mixed in with the quiet chattering of the occupants , sometimes interrupted by a boisterous laugh set everyone's senses at ease and lulled them into comfort.

"I heard the party started without me."

Heads whipped towards the doorway of the parlor where Nyra stood grinning with her hands behind her back. Dressed in a gold satin dress with dark hair in a braid, her green eyes sparkled with mischief.

"Well..." said Nicolai, her best friend since childhood, "you are two hours late." He glanced at the clock placed on the mantel above the fireplace.

"I am aware. Which is whyyyy..." Nyra brought her hands forward showing everyone the two bottles of tequila she'd managed to buy before showing up.

Cheers erupted through the room, Cassian nearly jumping out his seat. Mor tackled her in a hug saying "Thank the Cauldron. I was ready to fall asleep."

She was pulled into the room , bottles taken out of her hand and replaced with shot glasses. A grin was etched onto her face as everyone assembled near the fire place to take their first shots together.

Nyra was trying very hard. She really was. She was putting every ounce of her willpower towards not looking at the male at the periphery of her vision. Being in the same room as him was enough to make her heart stutter and set off a swarm of butterflies in her stomach. Her body was attuned to his every movement and he was the first thing her mind directed her to in any room.

She would've gone straight to him and spent the entire evening by his side but this thing between them was becoming too evident. She would be asked questions that she didn't have an answer to. She wasn't ready to face that. Not yet. Perhaps she was a coward but she didn't want to face that either. That's how she had survived for so long and she wasn't keen on facing those parts of her anytime soon. There were more important things to focus on.

"To us. The dreamers and conquerors." Rhys raised his shot glass in the air and everyone followed him. Once the shots were downed, a few coughs erupting as the burn of the alcohol kicked in, Nyra made her way through the crowd talking to everyone she knew.

She would speak to him last. She could spend the most time with him. She almost rolled her eyes at her own thoughts and tried to focus on her companions words. She'd sneaked a peek at him because she couldn't help herself and her stomach lurched at how devastatingly handsome he looked. Wearing a simple black shirt unbuttoned at the top , the firelight falling across half his face making the deep tan of his skin glow against the stark contrast of his shadows, hazel eyes that were glazed from the alcohol he had consumed, he looked ravishing good. He stood near the chest of drawers, an elbow placed on the surface of the chest lazily while the other hand held his glass of...whisky. She would know for sure if she kissed him.

She had immediately turned away , not trusting herself to stop staring if she started and tried to give her undivided attention to her companion. She might have zoned out on his face multiple times because he seemed to take the hint and end the conversation before she made a bigger fool of herself.

"NYRA!" Feyre called from the other side of the room, where she was perched on the chair that Rhys occupied. She made her way to Feyre all the while being aware of the set of hazel eyes that trailed her.

Don't look. Don't look. Don't you dare.

Successfully making it without tripping on her dress or making lovesick eyes at a certain male, she listened to Feyre update her on what had happened in her absence. A couple more shots and drinks were consumed during their gossip session with Mor. Nyra had reached a point where she let out a laugh at every single thing that came out of Feyre's mouth. That tequila had done its job too well. She'd forgotten how many shots she had until that point but judging by the lightness in her head and the slight spin around her , she had enough.

Realizing it was time to sit down before she split her head on the floor, she turned around looking for an empty seat. She found one at the other end of the parlor but it didn't look as enticing as the chaise lounge chair where Azriel was seated speaking to another male. There's just enough space for her to squeeze in. She'd reached a point where her intrusive thoughts couldn't be ignored anymore.

Letting her alcohol addled mind take over, she excused herself from the fizzing out gossip session and made her way over to Azriel. His eyes shot to her the moment she moved, making her think that he'd been keeping note of where she was the entire night. Her heart pounded harder with that thought and she forced herself to breathe normally. Hazel eyes finally clashed with hers and she couldn't help that child like joy that lit up her face. She wasn't this bad during her teenage years either ugh. What had this male done to her?

A small smirk curled his lips while his eyes shone with amusement. The bastard had known. He'd known that she was trying to avoid speaking with him till now. He had known and he had waited for her to come to him because Azriel knew that she couldn't fucking stay away.

She tried not to fidget under the intense gaze that he had fixated on her as she walked towards him. The male he was speaking to rattled on and Azriel interrupted him muttering in a low tone all the while not taking his eyes off of her. Nyra didn't know if it was the alcohol causing the heat to flush her face or if it was something else. Someone else. The male he was talking to found elsewhere to be.

"Hi." she whispered looking down at him and trying to control the whirlwind in her mind. "Hi." he whispered back looking up at her , his eyes holding promises of things she didn't let herself wonder about. He shifted on the seat hinting at her to sit down.

Maneuvering herself around a table, she fit herself into the space next to him trying not to sigh in content at the immediate cocoon of warmth that enveloped her. His scent invaded her senses and seemed to be more potent than the alcohol she had. The entire room seemed to vanish when it was just the both of them and she grateful that they were seated in a dark corner of the room.

"I think you're going a little cross eyed there." Azriel said throwing an arm behind her on the couch. She wanted to lean into him until there was no space left in between. "I think I see two of you." Double the fun.

He let out a raspy laugh that set shivers running down her back. They were so close but not close enough. His shadows faded into the darkness behind leaving the both of them blanketed in glimmers of firelight running across their skin.

"And here I thought avoiding one of me was a hard task for you." he said , eyes shimmering gold in the firelight.

"Not that hard truly. I just have to keep away from dark corners."

"Corners like this?"

"Exactly like this."

"And yet here you are."

"You seemed desperate to talk to me. So I decided to put you out of your misery."

"Did I now?"

"Oh yes you did."

"Well thankyou for putting me out of my misery, Nyra." He had a wonderful way of saying her name. The R came out with a trill, a habit he had picked up from her as a way of mocking her.

"You're welcome Shadowsinger. I do need a favor in return though." she said bringing up the glass of whatever was in there upto her lips while keeping her eyes glued to him.

"Favour?" he asked ,eyes trailing the movement of the glass to her lips. She might have taken an unnaturally long sip to keep his eyes trained on her mouth.

"Yes." she said breathily watching his eyes flick back to her.

Too far. This was going too far and too fast.

Clearing her throat she said "I demand to be taken to the pastry shop that everyone here seems to rave about. If there's anything to put me out of my misery, it's deliciously sweet pastries."

"Pastries? You know I've heard people say I can be deli--"

"Don't finish that sentence." she said fighting the laughter ready to erupt.

He raised his free hand in mock surrender and tipped back his glass of whisky. She could smell it now. A kiss could could confirm though.

She stole a glance at the tattoos peeking out of his shirt as he turned away from her to place the now empty glass on the floor beside them. He turned back towards her stunning her with the intensity of his gaze.

"Do you want to go now?" he asked shifting himself into a more comfortable position. His arm continued to rest behind her.

"Now? It's the middle of the night."

"I know."

Nyra blinked once, the only indication of her confusion.

"I'm sure the baker would go beyond working hours to put a beautiful woman out of her misery. I've heard he's quite charming."

Nyra was sure that the heat rushing to her face was not the alcohol this time. It was such a cheesy line and yet she almost fanned herself to get rid of the red staining her cheeks.

Azriel who never missed anything especially when it came to her, laughed quietly earning a smack on the arm.

“I think you’ve had enough to drink for tonight.” Nyra said trying to collect herself.

“I think I need more now that you’re here.”

“Funny. I was thinking the exact same thing.”

“I think every male requires a bit of liquid courage to be around you.”

“Am I that torturous?”

“You’re resplendent.”

“Is that your new word of the week?”

“One of the many for you.”

“Why Az, if I didn’t know better I’d think you were trying to charm me.”

“You don’t know better then.”

Nyra shut her mouth not knowing what to say. Azriel was much more talkative today. The alcohol had loosened him up and they were crossing into dangerous territory. Nyra would be lying if she told herself she wasn’t getting a rush from it.

“Charmed?” He asked breaking into her thoughts. They’d leaned a little closer to each other in the past few minutes. She was able to smell the heady mix of alcohol and cedar on him that muddled up her brain.

Maybe it was the sudden surge of confidence due to the alcohol or maybe it was the way Azriel was looking at her that made her want to play along.

She leaned even closer , stopping an inch from his face and let her breath wash over his lips as she said “You have to try much harder than that, Shadowsinger.”

His eyes flashed with surprise and desire. They’d never gotten this close to each other before. They really were cartwheeling across the invisible lines they had drawn for themselves today.

A grin broke out on his face sparking something in her chest that made her feel content. He was beautiful. She wanted him.

“I like a bit of a challenge. Things were starting to get boring around here.” He said as his eyes roved over her face as if he were trying to memorise every inch of her.

“Is that what I am? A challenge?” she questioned letting her free hand trace the markings on the ring he wore. She felt him stiffen beneath her touch and felt an absurd amount of satisfaction.

“An enigma.”

“Another word for me?”

“Only for you.”

Her mouth went dry at the stampede of emotions running through her causing her to wet her lips. Azriel attention honed in on that movement and her breath hitched at the predatory focus directed towards her.

After a beat of heavy silence, he gave her another lazy smile and moved away dropping his head back against the couch.

The firelight highlighted his onyx hair and she fisted her palms to stop herself from moving away a stray piece of hair from his face. She needed to leave. If this went any farther, she was reckless enough right now to cross a line they would never come back from.

As if hearing and agreeing with her thoughts, Azriel lifted his head and said to her “Get some sleep. I’ll take you to the pastry shop tomorrow morning. We’ll see how much of your misery can be taken care of.”

She tried to ignore the twinge of disappointment as he removed the hand from behind her. He was leaving. He paused his movements, suddenly studying her face intensely as if he were trying to decide on something.

The next thing she knew, a warm caress of lips touched her bare shoulder igniting a fire within her. Her head went silent, unable to process what just occurred.

“Good night.” His lips brushed the shell of her ear, his breath setting off goosebumps. Her entire body flushed with heat and before she could mutter her response, he left.

She saw him leave the parlor and realised that everyone had already left for the night. She hadn’t even noticed.

Pouring herself another glass of wine with her only companion being the soft pattering of rain against the windows , Nyra realised she was fucked .

Truly, utterly, completely fucked.

[koogl001]

Hello! Lately I've been obsessed with your hazbin Hotel/ Heluva Boss fanfics and i wanted to request Alastor, Vox, and Charlie, with a Blind Reader. —🍄

One-Shots and Headcanons Masterlist

Alastor

This man is extremely territorial, as is everyone with the title of an Overlord

He feels a strong urge to protect and almost baby you, as he sees your blindness as an excessive disadvantage when it comes to taking care of yourself (though he secretly loves how dependant on him it makes you)

Want to cook something? He’ll shoo you out of the kitchen, you could have burned yourself on the stove after all

Want to go outside? He’ll accompany you in case someone tries to pick a fight with you

Want to use the stairs for a change to get to your room? He’ll talk you into using the elevator, you could have slipped and fallen

He even furnished your room with high end brand furniture, specifically requesting that all the sharp edges be filed down so you wouldn’t hurt yourself when bumping into them

Loves to sneak up on you unaware, be it for observing you, giving you a good scare or suddenly “attacking” you with kisses

He is a very flashy character who likes to flaunt, but when it comes to showing you off in front of the other Overlords, his feelings are mixed

He’d oh so love to show the world that you are his and his alone

On the other hand, with your condition he would be subjecting you to danger, as he is hated by many who would do anything to get back at him

Settles for bringing you with him to the Overlord yearly get together to discuss turf matters and politics

Makes you sit on his lap, enveloping you in a firm hug to make sure everyone present understands who you belong to

Would conquer all of Hell’s rings for you

Vox

He is a very wicked man, enjoying the suffering of others

However, when it comes to you, he’d do anything to give you your eyesight back

And trust me, he will try

Assembles a team of all of Hell’s best doctors, forcing them to try to “cure” you (unfortunately, with no success, which results in their death)

Loves technology and, to be honest he is a bit geeky when it comes to games

Hates that you can’t play with him but settles for you sitting on his lap, quietly listening to the grunts coming from him when he loses

Keeps you far, FAR away from Valentino

Sure, the moth man is his friend but knowing his occupation and his record with women, Vox will keep you as far away from him as possible

If Valentino somehow gets a hold of you and tries to make a deal with you, Vox might actually kill him despite their friendship

Using his Electrokinetic powers to hijack the TV signal all across Hell, he’ll broadcast your relationship so that no one would dare lay a finger on you (and to show you off, of course)

Charlie

She takes pity on you instantly

That is why she offers you a job at the Hazbin Hotel, so she could keep you safe and sound within her little territory

Though she won’t let you work all that much

Thorough the next few days, she’ll walk with you thou the entire hotel slowly, so that you can piece together the layout in your head and move around on your own without too much trouble

Will try to do anything and everything she can for you, which might end up in you feeling as thought you’re a kid who isn’t trusted to do anything right

Voicing those concerns to her, she will listen and repent, reluctantly letting you to actually do your job

Will literally have sparkles in her eyes anytime she looks at you

Almost never leaves your side in case you need anything or if you just want some companionship

She is a great spirit lifter with her sunshine and rainbows personality so if you ever feel down, she will be more than happy to give you an hour-long lecture about every single thing she loves and adores about you

Will read her favourite books to you so you two can discuss them later

She does not show her powers often, but if Alastor tries to hurt you in any way, he might as well perish

[goodluckclove]

An Interview Series

Stop Two: A Private Room with @cssnder

When i thought to do this, Cassander Di Angelo was one of the first people I knew would make for good conversation. What resulted was something far more vulnerable on my end than I ever expected. She was kind, insightful, and intelligent as always, but I had to wait a few extra days before posting the log from this stop on my journey.

Join us as we discuss the nuance of identity in person, online, and on the page, and the reasons for why we do what we do.

If you want a closer look into Cassander's fascinating voice, I highly suggest signing up for her Substack. It's free, and you'll get direct access to her writing once it's developed! Now join us on this stop as we meet Cass somewhere quiet and secluded.

Now Playing: You Want it Darker by Leonard Cohen

It was a small, private, room of a quite picturesque sort. No bed, no television. There was a green sofa (one of those hideous things one could only find on sale the day following the death of an elderly, the kind you'd think smell of death but for whatever reason your girlfriend loves it), an antic wooden desk that stood grotesquely in the middle of the room, and an innumerable number of bookshelves. It wasn't much, and yet, the room seemed full.

The most interesting part was not so much the furnitures dressing the room but rather the few other details that were not of real interest when taken separately but created a striking picture when assembled together: the half-played game of solitaire spread on the floor, a selection of colourful ties hanging from the back of the sofa, papers all over the desk and piles of books everywhere but on the shelves.

The window was left open. And, in the morning fog, the sky turned into a pious white while the earthy smell of oak trees filled the cold November air. Melancholic, like a sad tune sang among magnolias.

where are we right now?

In a nameless town where no one knows me.

it's certainly a literary environment. i read through your entire blog so far while i was waiting to talk to you.

I used to be much more active on other platforms — Twitter, mainly. But as time went by, I learnt to love privacy and staying away from social medias. I think Tumblr is the platform I am the most active on, if that says anything about my relationship with the internet.

i have some mixed feelings on your content that i think would make for good conversation if you're open to it.

Sure, tell me.

so we've both been writing for a decade or longer. it's been fourteen years for me, and i think you said it was ten or more for you. would you say your practice up until now has also been very solitary? Yes, definitely.

i got the feeling. i can't cite the exact post, but i read something where you dove into your style of observational nuance, the aspects of strangers you take note of. And i immediately related, as someone who works the same way by instinct, but i found myself cringing. it felt like you were describing something deeply intimate about the creative process that you weren't supposed to put to paper. What I suppose i mean to say is that, after ten years of writing alone, how much do you still work to be understood by others? And to what extent?

Quite frankly, there are times where I feel like I don't really understand myself — maybe it's because I am only twenty-three, perhaps I haven't been human long enough yet to feel too sure on my feet. And I suppose, because of that, I do not expect anyone to understand me.

God, am I aware how it sounds so pessimistic but you know I do not mean it that way. I simply do not want to put unfair expectations on people simply because, in my mind, I was sure they, this person specifically, would understand me. If that makes sense? Plus, there are so many sides of us. I don't think we ever understand ourselves a hundred percent. So how could other people?

it's a strange juxtaposition to have that mindset and also be a writer and actor. someone might assume those are two mediums where the person is a vessel meant to relay an intent of some kind. to be comprehended, so to speak.

I think I do not necessarily want to be comprehended but rather offer something to other people — a minute of distraction, them feeling seen, or simply some inspiration. It's not to much about me but rather about them?

I remember something Margaret Atwood said in one videos. I saw it a long time ago so it's not verbatim, of course. But she said that once a book is out in the world, it's not yours anymore. No matter the message you put in it, everyone will interpret it as they want. Of course, it's better if they get what's written as you've written it. But you also have to accept that, most of the time, everyone will take what they want and leave the rest.

are you lonely? creating art as just an offering to the world sounds to me like the objective of someone who's either fulfilled in separate relationships or so lonely they've given up on escaping the feeling.

What other reason do people have to create art?

to be seen to some extent. to share a message that's important to them. to release something from within themselves. to process a color they're worried only they can see. or to just give a story to the world. no reason is better than the other.

I'm not lonely. But I do feel bored and stuck, though. Like I'm not living enough.

you do seem to cultivate some sort of Life Aesthetic from how you describe things. you know, black coffee and earl grey tea. classic music on a record player. violin and card games. russian literature, possibly in dog-eared paperback. the kids online would call it “dark academia”.

Yes, I love those and while I suppose what you say is true to a certain extent — I do love aesthetics as long as I make the rules for my own — I do not want to feel stuck in it. It would be hell, and it shouldn't be so serious. I love a variety of things — Nu metal, black leather, Barbie movies and animes like My Hero Academia.

it's odd how we only show certain parts of ourselves in different spaces. i don't think anyone reading your blog would peg you as a nu metal fan. i feel like i just uncovered a major scoop.

I supposed many of us feel like they need to have a more distinct aesthetic or some sort of brand. Even subconsciously so. I think, even if I didn't want to, there would always be different versions of me in my novels because I base everything on my feelings, me, places I've seen, people I've known. Oliver and his melancholy and need to live something, anything, is one version of me. If I were to write a book about a wanna be singer, it would also be a version of me, little me from the past who wanted to be a singer too. I think the version of me I put the most is my emotional self more than an aesthetic.

can you describe your emotional self?

Intense. Very often, I feel like my heart is too big for my body, you know. But it's also very important for me. If there's one thing that would make me more unhappy than to be overwhelmed by emotions, it's apathy. [Laughs] God, you must wonder what kind of weirdo you're interviewing.

no i'm actually quietly having an existential crisis in my discord server. this is very enlightening. is that something you think is present in the current novel you're developing?

Oh, definitely. I am really into stories fueled by the characters' emotional worlds. Oliver is a mess of self-doubts, of pressure to live something and feeling scared he'll never get to, of wanting to please at all costs. Wilhelm is apathy and the secret desire to let loose just to see what happens. It is safe to say I've always prioritized the emotional quality over the plots and events themselves.

i was supposed to have you introduce yourself. do you think you could maybe pitch your novel for new people?

My novel Thus Saith The Lord is set in Prague, in 1987. The story focused on a young student named Oliver, who's bored of his life and wishes for more in some sort of Bovary-way. He drops out and flees his monotonous home town in the countryside to move to a big city and finally live his life. Unfortunately, things do not turn out the way he hoped. Eventually, he ends up practically poor there and lonely and despises his new way of life. However, he goes on to befriend a guy who, with his connections, helps him integrate his Catholic school, thus pushing him to continue his studies. Once there, Oliver becomes morbidly fascinated by one of his classmates. What started out as a simple friendship quickly turns into obsession and desperation as the lines of morality become blurred.

As for me introducing myself: My name is Cassander, I am a twenty- three year old writer and aspiring actress from France.

assuming this draws a new audience to your blog and substack, what could they expect to see from you?

Anything in terms of medium — novels, poetry, short stories. Quite frankly, there's a melancholy feeling that permeates almost all my work. They can expect that already. As well as stories with immoral and horrible characters, intense emotions, terrible decisions, and existential themes. Do not expect anything tender or joyful, I've never been good for that sort of things.

and since you claimed you'd give yourself 10 years to write thus saith the lord, i feel like people are in for a pretty intense journey.

that's all i have to talk about. i could speak for much longer but i don't want to take up too much of your space. mind narrating my exit from this little room to close us out?

The teas had been drunk, and the conversation had died. Not an unpleasant silent, but rather the sort of satisfied ending, like after a good meal.

Clove got up. “That's all I have to talk about. I could speak for much longer but I don't want to take up too much of your space." They said.

A kind and polite ending to our conversation. Although it wasn't like I had plenty of people waiting at my door or a full schedule. I nodded, before walking them to the door. We exchanged our goodbyes, and as they walked away, I remembered these words by Shakespeare that I knew by heart:

“And whether we shall meet again I know not. Therefore our everlasting farewell take: For ever, and for ever, farewell, [trustees]! If we do meet again, why, we shall smile; If not, why then, this parting was well made.”

previous stop

[aziraphales-library]

hi! could you rec some fics where you consider they're written very very on character? thank youu

Hello! This is pretty subjective, with different people interpreting the characters is different ways, but here are a mixed bag of fics I’ve enjoyed in which I think the characters are at least not wildly out of character...

One Man's Trash by RiaTheDreamer (T)

”I-” Aziraphale seems aware of his words, stuttering before choosing them carefully. “I’m terribly sorry, I was – I was going to ask, you see, but not now. Must have spoken my thoughts out loud, terrible habit of mine.”

A nervous habit, Crowley almost adds.

“I was trying to plan for it,” Aziraphale explains, wringing his hands. “The question. I know it must be uncomfortable –“

“You are talking about the sulfur pit,” Crowley concludes, narrowing his eyes. After Armageddon failed, it’s become a new habit of his. To leave the glasses off once in the bookshop with Aziraphale. The angel had said he liked his eyes, and Crowley had caved in. He points a finger at Aziraphale’s chest, shaking it. “You are talking about Hell – No. You are talking about Falling.”

tread lightly on my ground by IneffableDoll (G)

Crowley wants to live with Aziraphale and doesn’t know how to ask if that’s okay. So, instead, he does the logical thing and decides to just…move into the bookshop. Subtly.

Take My Heart (But Not My Hand) by Ghostinthehouse (T)

"You know he needs touch?"

"Yeah," Crowley says, following Adam's gaze to Aziraphale. "I know. We'll figure it out, he and I. We always do. Eventually."

Infernal Escapes by journeytogallifrey (T)

With room themes such as Escape Eden, The Roman Ruse, Bastille Breakout, and Soho Heist, Infernal Escapes is one of the most popular escape rooms in all of London.

Jaded and adversarial, Crowley has worked at Infernal Escapes too long for his own good. But when kind and eccentric Aziraphale Fell comes in alone as a player, Crowley finds himself fascinated, falling hard for this clever man and his vast talent.

Aziraphale has always wanted to try an escape room, and the experience is better than his wildest dreams. And if he can’t stop thinking about his handsome gamemaster… well. He must just really love escape rooms, mustn’t he?

Though Heaven Bar the Way by everybody_lives (T)

Nearly five decades after the Holy Water argument, Aziraphale is sent to a world-famous sanatorium in the Swiss Alps on an assignment that Heaven appears to care about rather more than usual—only to find out that Crowley, of all creatures, has already established himself there.

Clearly, this cannot be good for anyone's constitution.

I Only Have Eyes For You by Twilightcitysky (M)

After narrowly escaping execution, Aziraphale and Crowley want to fly under the radar for a while. Worried that performing miracles will reveal their location to their former bosses, they relocate to the country and stop using their powers. Meanwhile, Aziraphale is ready to start moving faster... and Crowley has a secret. Can he keep Aziraphale from realizing what's changed while juggling moving trucks, furniture assembly, inquisitive mediums, attacks of Feng Shui, and the mortifying ordeal of grocery shopping?

A fic about moving in together, finding yourself, and finding one another.

- Mod D

[themadknightuniverse]

lalo and nacho putting together a piece of IKEA furniture

So I happened to do exactly this activity all day long so I've been thinking about this all day. I think many things could happen. I think Nacho is the kind to be extremely tactical and sticking to the plan. He would have a rug of the perfect size for the furniture to build it on. All kinds of screwdrivers, two hammers, a box with extra pieces he kept from precedent purchases and a little extra piece of wood to put between the furniture and the hammer so to not damage the surface around the nail/other plastic stuff. Lalo is the kind to open everything and mix boxes contents, mix packages of screws/plastic stuff/wood pieces/etc, and would just try to find how everything as to be assembled without following the plan at all. He would probably throw ALL the plastic stuff over his shoulder because it looks stupid to him. "I did plenty of carpentry stuff when I was younger, Ignacio, I know what I'm doing." "but this isn't a rectangular box, Lalo." "Yeah just mock me, come back in twenty minutes it'll be done." When Nacho comes back he finds the piece of furniture finished and perfectly square and all, but all the screws are visible because Lalo just assembled everything so it looks like the drawing on the cover of the plan. And he doesn't botter to use any of the plastic covering pieces to hide them either. "You know there are pre-drilled holes fitting each kind of screws and all? And so when you're done almost none of them are visible." "It's called arts and crafts, Nachito." "That's why you painted blue and red flowers one the sides here?" "You don't like them?" "Hm. I wanted plain black shelves but... it's fine I guess." *beaming Lalo* Lalo would be complaining about the quality of the furniture, like the wood is too cheap and "we could have such a nice wood with such pretty color shades, and not that boring plain black stuff" and Nacho would just "We already had this discussion when I told you I had the idea to buy a shelve, when I told you we were going today, when we were driving to IKEA, when we were inside IKEA, when we picked the boxes, when we paid, when we came back here, and you're telling me you want to have this conversation again now that we're actually assembling it? Shut the fuck up Eduardo." There is also the possibility of Lalo playing it like he does everything for the cartel job while he have a subordinate with him, he sits low in a chair on the side, feet up on something, hands behind his head, and spends his time looking and commenting everything. Nacho brings the various boxes inside the room and notices him and just "Oh, is your back hurting again abuelito?" "I like to see you work is all" And Nacho would ignore him while he works, but Lalo would be far too glad to comment with "This looks so heavy" "Oooh so strong Nachito" "nice view" "you forgot a screw there" "that's it, flex those big muscles of yours" Or he would do those same comments EXCEPT he's the one holding the plan and he refuses to let Nacho come take a look at it, he would love to describe what Nacho has to do next while pointing at what piece of wood he needs to use, give stupid description for the different kinds of screws/plastic stuff/wood pieces/etc, and "ah, they say you should be two person to build this. Well, I always thought you were a very capable man so I'm sure you'll do just fine." Anyway they always end up doing really great. They're both manual men after all

[coffeebanana]

Chapter Summary:

Marinette is not a morning person. Also, wine and assembling IKEA furniture do not mix. Thankfully she has a wonderful roommate to assist with both these issues! And if he renders her hopelessly flustered in the process, well...she'll probably survive.

First scene under the cut!

Marinette was not ready to be awake. Apparently her internal clock had yet to register that the semester was over, because she’d woken up several times throughout the night, panicked about deadlines that no longer existed. All she wanted now was to doze off again. To sleep until her body and the ridiculously comfortable mattress melded together as one.

Unfortunately, the room had the audacity to have an east-facing window, and she’d been too lazy yesterday to put up the blackout curtains she’d purchased. Plus, she could hear Adrien moving around in the kitchen, and knowing he was so close did funny things to her insides. She yawned and allowed herself one last stretch before reluctantly pushing herself up.

For a minute or so after, she just sat on the edge of her bed, hoping she’d spontaneously develop the ability to teleport into the kitchen. (Damn Monarch. Couldn’t he at least have left her the Horse Miraculous?)

Eventually, she resigned herself to the fact that she’d actually have touseher legs. She stood slowly, pulling the fuzzy blanket she’d taken to bed over her head like a hood. She hadn’t taken so much as a step when Tikki flew up to her.

“Don’t forget your bracelet, Marinette.” Oops.

“Thanks, Tikki,” she mumbled. Or she tried to—judging by Tikki’s giggle she wasn’t sure her words had been coherent.

The wave of relief that washed over her as she slipped on the bracelet roused her a little—forgetting that would have been a disaster. She’d taken it off midway through the night, unused to sleeping in jewellery aside from her earrings. Clearly she’d have to adjust though—she couldn’t risk forgetting it in her room.

In retrospect, the amount of times she’d left her house still wearing pyjamas really should have tipped her off to the dangers of leaving her sleep-deprived brain in charge of such decisions.

With another yawn, Marinette stumbled out of her room and into the kitchen. Adrien immediately turned around from his spot browsing the fridge to give her a bright smile—he must have heard her grumbling her way down the hall.

“Good morning,” he said cheerfully. Too cheerfully—Marinette really ought to have considered the repercussions of moving in with a morning person.

She answered him wordlessly, with the most petulant face she could muster, before taking her usual seat at the kitchen island and slumping down on the counter.

Adrien laughed, which…okay. That was a nice, warm, magical sound. The kind that probably cured sick kids instantly and made birds sing. Maybe she could put up with Morning Adrien™️ for the sake of that laugh.

Maybe.

“Want some coffee, Sleepy Bug?”

“Mmm.”

Another laugh, one that was over too soon. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

She heard him get a few things out of the fridge and set them on the counter, then his footsteps took him to the corner of the kitchen. Where the espresso machine lives, Marinette thought dreamily. Before she knew it a cup was set down beside her, its pleasant aroma finally urging her to push herself up and meet Adrien’s smiling eyes.

“One espresso for my favourite hero.” His smile was far warmer than the cup he slid into her hands. “Figured I should caffeinate you the quickest way possible, but I can also make you a cappuccino if you want.”

“You’re perfect,” she sighed. “Marry me.”

For a second—about the moment it took her to realize she’d made a terrible mistake—Adrien just stared at her. Then a wild grin stretched across his face.

“As lovely as that sounds,” he said, “I don’t think you’re in any state to be making those sorts of decisions.”

Marinette squeaked in response and buried her face in her arms again. As lovely as that sounds?!

At this rate, she wouldn’t survive long enough to enjoy that cappuccino.

[ian-galagher]

Thank you all for tagging me!! 🥰🧡 I'm late and I'm doing ALL OF THEM AT ONCE 😁

Starting with a picrew! I was tagged by this marvelous bunch; @creepkinginc @shinygalaxyperson @mishervellous @ardent-fox @stocious @look-i-love-u

I just came out of some bushes and this little guy is catching a ride on my head 😁

And I was tagged by these lovely three 🥰 @shinygalaxyperson @depressedstressedlemonzest and @look-i-love-u to do this strange but fun picrew!

I'm an acorn so squirrels will come to me 😁

Putting the rest behind a read more because this is a looong post!

Spell your name with song titles!

I was tagged by this amazing group; @lalazeewrites @gallagher-milkovich @look-i-love-u @mishervellous @stocious @creepkinginc @shinygalaxyperson @depressedstressedlemonzest @sweetbee78🥰🧡

We're Away - Elbow

I Just Can't Wait To Be King - The Lion King

Love like Rockets - Angels & Airwaves

Life after Salem - Lil Nas X

Origin of Love - Mika

Wandering Lovers - Christine and The Queens or Redcar

That was hard! 😭 TWO Ws?? TWO Ls?!

GET TO KNOW ME

I was tagged by this huggable bunch of people; @lalazeewrites @creepkinginc @thisdivorce @shinygalaxyperson @sleepyfacetoughguy @energievie @gardenerian @stocious @y0itsbri @gallawitchxx @francesrose3

Relationship status: I'm in love with all of YOU! 🥰

Favorite color: Orange

Three favorite foods:  tomatoes 👀 cherries and french fries 🤤 (when said together it makes for such a weird combination 😅)

Top 3 tv shows: WILTY, Taskmaster, The Office, I like comedy 😁

Top 3 characters: Ian/Mickey (they count as one since they're married and all) Gollum from LOTR and King Julien from Madagascar

What I’m currently reading: not a lot 😭 I can't really read while I'm writing or I'll mix up the different worlds. I figured that once I've written Africa, I'll get to read all your lovely fics but it might take me 2 years to write it all 😭 so I'm only really reading Reckoner atm, but ONE DAY! ONE DAY!!!!

Song stuck in my head: weirdly, the soundtrack to Black Panther

Last movie watched: haven't seen much lately but I want to watch the Lion King now 😁

Last thing I googled: the French for ostriches. Autruche, apparently.

Dream trip: is anyone going to be surprised... is ANYONE not able to guess at this stage... yeah, it's a trip through Kruger. It's staying in a hotel up on a cliff overlooking a winding river reflecting a perfect sunset, while wildlife and nature are the only thing surrounding me, and there's a camera in my hand. That's it, that's the dream.

Time: hammer time 😎

Anything I really want right now: soooo much, but for now I just want all of you to be happy 🥺

GET TO KNOW ME PART 2

I was tagged by these lovelies! 🥰 @energievie @shinygalaxyperson @creepkinginc @mishervellous @sleepyfacetoughguy @depressedstressedlemonzest

Are you named after anyone? My mom's twin sister and my grandmother

When was the last time you cried? About 3 hours ago trying to assemble some Ikea furniture. Before that, I cried because I had the marvelous idea of cutting my own hair. The left side went great but then I switched hands to do the other side aand now I have bangs. On one side of my face. It'll grow back 🥺 right? RIGHT?!

Do you have kids? When I was 15 I told everyone I never wanted to have children, and my grandmother said, just you wait, once those hormones start kicking in, you'll talk differently! I couldn't imagine ever having kids and now I'm nearing the end of my child bearing years and I'm still waiting for those hormones to kick in 🤷‍♂

Do you use sarcasm a lot? Moi?! Sarcasm?! Never! 🤪

What’s the first thing you notice about people? Their voice. I can recognize anyone by their voice, but not so much their face as I tend to avoid eye contact

What’s your eye color? Blue gray ish, a bit like Mickey's 🥺

Scary movie or happy ending? Happy ending always 😁

Any special talents? Postponing doing the tag games and then doing them ALL AT ONCE IN ONE MASSIVE POST TADAAAA! 😁

Where were you born? In a hospital, which is funny because most births happen at home in my country

What are your hobbies? Writing atm 😁

Do you have any pets? 🐈😊

What sports do you play / have you you played? I've tried a lot, I even sat on a horse once, but no one told me what to do so I bounced all over the place for 30 minutes and decided to never do that again. It's been that way with most sports I'm afraid.

How tall are you? Huge, like a tree

Favorite subject in school? English because our teacher had a guitar and played us songs, after which we'd have to say what they were about and that was it, that was the lesson.

Dream job? I used to want to work in a zoo or an animal shelter, but then I learned that shelters don't pay, they only use volunteers, and working at a zoo is nothing but cleaning poop and cutting up vegetables all day long. Disappointing 😆

WIP TAG GAME!!!!!

Tagged by the amazing, wonderful, and simply lovely @energievie @stocious and @sickness-health-all-that-shit to post a bit of the WIP I'm working on, which will of course be, from Africa 😁 (for youuu @gallavich-headcanon)

(Chapter 14) (yeah not posting this until like 18 weeks from now lol)

Ian blinked sheepishly at the tuft of black hair tickling his nose.

"You finally up?" Mickey grouched, dropping the phone he'd managed to snatch off the nightstand on the bed. "Cause I need to piss."

"Shit, were you waiting for me to wake up?" Ian's daze lifted, but not enough for him to ease the iron hold he had on Mickey, trapped as he was in a tangle of arms and legs. "Why didn't you just get up?"

"And risk wakin' you? I'd rather piss the bed."

"I'd rather you didn't."

"It's gonna happen if you don't lemme go, man."

"Oh shit!" Kicking into action, Ian removed the limbs so securely wound around the warm body lying next to him, allowing Mickey to slip from his grasp.

A smile worked its way up on his lips as he watched Mickey pad off towards the bathroom, groaning like an old man.

He couldn't imagine a more wonderful start to his day.

[wannab-urs]

Hi Gin! Congratulations on your 1.5k celebration! I'm coming in with some fun questions for your sleepover!

What piece are you the most proud of? Doesn't have to be about popularity, just something that you're really happy about how it came out.

Do you do anything unique during your writing process?

And for funsies, a little variation on FMK:

Brave an Ikea showroom, Assemble Ikea furniture, or Eat at the Ikea cafeteria

with

Frankie, Joel or Ezra

(they just seem like a fun batch to play with, though if you've got other hot takes bring 'em in, I love to hear them!)

Hello!!! Thank you so very much <3

I am and always will be most proud of A Ghost of You. It was my first fic, so I obviously think there are things I could do better now, but it means so much to me. It's the first time I've ever put that much feeling into long form writing (read: not a poem). It's the first time I ever shared my work. It's the reason I made so many wonderful friends in this fandom. It doesn't have a lot of notes -- in fact that series is the least interacted with on my blog out of everything else I've posted -- but that doesn't matter much to me. I love it so much lol.

I basically come up with the entire fic in my head and don't write anything down at all. The idea is usually sparked by a song, but not always. Uhhh then I do a stream of consciousness style outline that's a mix between actually writing the fic and just getting my ideas on paper. Then I go back and edit all of that so it forms coherent sentences. I have no idea if any of that is unique

Okay and for "Brave an Ikea showroom, Assemble Ikea furniture, or Eat at the Ikea cafeteria" Frankie, Joel or Ezra

I think I'd trust Joel the most to assemble the furniture with/for me. I'm fairly capable of assembling furniture, but I'm lazy, and I think Joel would like... make improvements to the furniture for me. Let's put those contractor skills to work!

Ezra and Frankie both have lots of experience exploring unknown terrain, but seeing as how Frankie made it out of the jungle with all his limbs and at least some money I think I'll brave the showroom with him.

That leaves me eating at the cafeteria with Ezra. I think we'd have a lovely conversation over the swedish meatballs or whatever it is they sell there (I've never been to an Ikea).

Thank you for this incredible ask!

Join the sleepover

This got long so poll below the cut:

[smallerplaces]

The Playmobil overhang

My mother was obsessed with Playmobil, among many, many other things that I've already dealt with and so never documented here.

What's spread wretchedly across the dining table is a tiny fraction of the total. I've already assembled, photographed, listed, and sold a 4-story Victorian house, a large modern house, and several fairy castles. I then took a break for the summer, but the pile of bins in the Guest Room needs to not be in the Guest Room, plus we're coming into prime season for reselling the items that are NRFB (not shown here).

A look on eBay showed me that Playmobil is largely sold by people who are willing to sell one Klicky at a time for $1.95 each, also that buyers expect free shipping.

A look through the bin reminds me that my mother's appearance of being Highly Organized came from being a squirrel. She loved sorting things into ever tinier and more precise bins, but she did not necessarily keep sets together. So finding pieces takes hours.

My task today is to do a fast, rough split on what pieces we're giving to one of Dad's friends for his small son (we already gave him a bunch of vehicles and construction equipment) and what I'm listing as mixed lots.

Let me show you what I've been keeping.

Dad kind of pressured me into keeping one of the two Victorian Mansions. I assented on the condition that I got to sell all the furniture and refurnish it with my mod resin furniture from Michaels, for the Lil Bratz to live in. More of this will be shown later.

We do a massive Klicky Christmas display (again, Dad's idea, but I get to spend hours setting it up, and it's kind of fun). It's sort of a German Christmas market, and come on -- Germany has Black people! So in going through the current bin, I transferred all the winter gear I found on white Klickies to Black Klickies. Look for the full Christmas diorama after Thanksgiving!

The Halloween diorama started with last year's impulse to make one of those carved-out pumpkin houses that have been huge in the dollhouse hobby for a decade or so. Unfortunately, the pumpkin I bought at Target wasn't that kind of pumpkin. I decorated it with old buttons and it stuck around. So the six Halloween Klickies can hang out there, but no more!

I allowed myself a budget of 10 non-holiday figures for "how can I just get rid of this?" Only five turned out to make the cut. I'm not sure why I'm keeping these, and they may not stay permanently, but having this safety valve makes it easier to send the rest off to new homes.

[littlemourningstar]

15 Questions / 15 People

I was tagged by @fragileizy and @plotbunnypettingzoo !!! Thank you both so much this was a lot of fun!!

1. Are you named after anyone?

In a way!

My mom was a bank teller when she was pregnant with me and had an older man come in who was a regular. He said he’d see my mom in a couple weeks but she said she’d be on maternity leave. He asked what she was having and she told him a girl. He said he had a few granddaughters and asked what my name was. My mom was torn between Ashleigh (yes spelled like that) and Laurynn (yes also spelled like that). He said they were beautiful names and mentioned his granddaughters names. One of them was mine and my mom loved it so much she added it to the collection.

When I was born, my mom called my brother and asked him what my name should be. He picked my name!

2. What was the last time you cried?

Last night lol. Being sick has sucked so bad but I’m getting better now!! Hooray!!

3. Do you have kids?

Nope, I can’t have kids. I’m very much content being an aunt to four. I do however refer to my pup as my son so in a way I do.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Not as much as I used too! I don’t really talk much to other people anymore so it’s not something I notice myself doing much these days.

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Not sure! Probably their build? Tall, short, wide hips, big boobs, nice legs, what was the question again?

6. What’s your eye color?

Blue! Like a greyish blue with a lil bit of green.

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

A healthy mix of both! I find myself getting way too emotional with regular movies so I prefer a balance of both to keep my sanity. But usually only if the scary movie is well done. I’m more interested in the story and how it’s told than the genre.

8. Any special talents?

Not particularly lol. I’d say probably singing or putting puzzles together quickly.

9. Where were you born?

Luckily! A hospital. I was almost born in my parents red minivan.

10. What are your hobbies?

Doing puzzles, writing, drawing, dancing, singing, daydreaming.

11. Do you have a pet?

I do!! I have a 9 year old mutt named Cody whom I love with all my heart. He’s got anxiety like me and is super friendly but a little skittish around kids. I honestly don’t know what I’d do without him. He’s been with me through most of the bad things in my life up to this point but he’s still a little puppy at heart and everyone he meets loves him.

12. What sports do you play/have played?

As a kid I did tennis a little recreationally, played on my local soccer league team for a couple years, then joined cheer for a few years and loved it. Unfortunately, freshman year I had to quit for personal and health related reasons.

13. How tall are you?

4 foot 11 inches!! I was one of the shortest people at my school but I never let that stop me from being a big problem.

14. Favorite subject in school?

Art! Cheesy as it is. But other than that I’d have to say maybe math? I loved algebra honestly.

15. Dream job?

Furniture assembler. I love putting together pieces of furniture. It’s so therapeutic for me. But other than that probably a comedian! People always say I’m funny and I have some pretty interesting stories I could tell.

I tag: @writerriderdirtythirties @talkstoself @miraculouslymundane @jumpingbeanz @theultracharmingladynoire @biochemandmonsters @piratesandpizza & anyone else who wants to do this fun little game! 💕💕

[raptorsquadblue]

Are You Planning to Buy Coffee Table Sets?

Do you have an abundance of space in your patio? You actually have no clue about how to really put it to utilize? Indeed, one response for that is, "Set up a grill barbecue!" yet in the event that you have proactively been there and done that, the click here time has come to think of additional imaginative choices.

What about setting up a coffee table in your patio with lovely table sets? It can likewise go on the desk assuming you like, since it will be the ideal spot for you to share your cups go coffee with that unique individual or with you old buddies as the sun goes up or down. a coffee table is actually a generally excellent decision, and not just in light of the fact that it makes utilization of the space in the most ideal way, yet it add that piece of homely warmth that is always so welcoming following a tiring day at work.

At the point when you are setting up coffee tables indoors, there are various things to look out for. They have been recorded beneath, and will give you a select thought regarding what precisely is it that you are looking for so you don't need to continue to get back to the furniture stores with objections.

o Right off the bat, note the size and state of the table sets. Obviously, the level of the table sets relies upon the level of the chairs or sofas around it. Exactly the same thing holds for the color. In the event that you have a dull leathered sofa, it is smarter to go for table arrangements of a lighter shade. Obviously, this likewise relies upon the primary color of the room as well. You can go for astounding mixes, however you need to make sure that your don't go overboard.

o When you are stressing over the shape, initial consider how much space you have left at the center to introduce a coffee table. Appropriately choose. You can go for different shapes as well. In the event that you need a modern cutting look, the smoothness of the rectangular table with sharp edges will make the best impression. Notwithstanding, on the off chance that you need a gentler look, you ought to go for round or oval table sets.

o You ought to likewise take care about the type of material that you need. In the event that the rest of your furniture is made of wood, utilizing a metal coffee table for the center of the living room is an extremely poorly conceived notion. Try to have a go at something uncommon, nothing strange.

o obviously, these tables don't frequently accompany extra rooms, yet you can always utilize the level top to keep your books or your drink compartments. Likewise, some coffee tables have an extra room under the flattop, and in here you can store your magazines or anything that you might require one regular schedule alongside your valuable coffee table sets.

o Always make sure that the level top of the coffee table is adequately enormous to oblige the card sheets of popular games and for puzzles as well. You can see that coffee table sets are likewise the great instruments of entertainment.

o You can likewise utilize backdrops, stencils and in any event, racking papers to welcome out soil surfaces and colors on your coffee table.

o When you are picking a coffee table and coffee table sets, make sure that you get it appropriately cleaned or plastic covered assuming need be. This will ensure that the messes of any drinks won't hang on the level top, since you can wipe them away in a moment with a wet material.

These tables or table sets are without a doubt vital furniture to use in your living room and, surprisingly, your patio. The possibility of a coffee table is to have an extremely close assembling with your family and companions there for some piece of the day, are it to talk, to play prepackaged games or watch FIFA football title on television.

[insaraffurniture]

Embark on a journey through luxury furniture with Saraf Furniture

Imagine moving into a wonderful home - one that offers comfort and style. The key to achieving this dream is the choice of furniture. But where do you find that perfect piece that elevates your space from exclusive to exclusive? Look no further than Saraf Furniture, also known as Insaraf Furniture!

Invest in Comfort & Style: Shop Luxury Furniture Online for a Lasting Impact - Insaraf Furniture

Saraf Furniture boasts of a rich heritage and has over 40 years of experience in manufacturing quality furniture in India. They can use this knowledge to become an online luxury retailer, offering a wide range of products made from rosewood, which is known for its durability and fine grain

But before we dive into their collection, let’s tackle some of your most frequently asked questions:

Is Saraf Furniture (Insaraf) right for me?

Here’s a quick recap to help you decide:

Your craving for luxury: Saraf Furniture focuses on luxury furniture that adds a touch of elegance to your home.

Hardwood is your preference: If you appreciate the warmth and durability of hardwood furniture, their rosewood pieces are designed to last.

 Online shopping is your habit: For those who appreciate the convenience of browsing from home, Saraf Furniture offers a user-friendly online store.

What about Saraf Furniture designs?

Reading online reviews can be a great way to find out about a company. Here's what you'll find:

Positive review: Many customers appreciate Saraf Furniture Reviews for their high quality furniture, appreciating the beautiful wood and solid construction.

 Mixed comments: As with any online store, there may be a few reviews that talk about delivery times or customer service concerns.

Benefits of Saraf Furniture:

Best Rosewood: Saraf furniture specializes in making furniture from rosewood, which is known for its lovely blue colour, dense grain and natural beauty This wood not only looks stunning but is very strong too, it makes your furniture for many years to come Ensuring that it does is a valuable resource.

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Unbeatable craftsmanship: Saraf Furniture prides itself on its skilled craftsmen who make every piece with meticulous attention to detail. Not only can you expect high-quality products but incredible quality.

Easy online shopping: Gone are the days of endless visits to stores. Insaraf Furniture Reviews, you can explore all their comforts from the comfort of your sofa. They also offer free shipping on most orders, making the purchase hassle-free.

Peace of mind with warranty: Saraf Furniture Reviews stands behind the quality of their products. Many of their pieces come with a lifetime warranty on the wood, giving you the peace of mind knowing your investment is protected.

Frequently Asked Questions (FAQs) about buying from Saraf Furniture:

Question: Do you offer conference programs? 

Answer: While the assembly service may not be included by default, you can ask about it during checkout or contact customer support.

 Question: What is your comeback plan? 

Answer: Saraf Furniture offers a return policy, but it’s always a good idea to check the specific terms on their website before purchasing.

Question: Do you have a physical store I can go to? 

Answer: Currently, Saraf Furniture operates primarily through their online store. You can always reach out to them and find out if they have any plans to open a real store in the future.

Question: How do I maintain my rosewood furniture? 

Answer: Rosewood is relatively easy to maintain. Saraf Furniture may have care instructions on their website or with your purchase.

Transform your space with Saraf Furniture

You are not only buying furniture when choosing Saraf Furniture but you are also buying pieces that will enhance the atmosphere of your home. Commitment to quality, elegant design and online shopping make it easy for Insaraf Furniture to create a life of luxurious comfort. So, check out the collection, find that perfect piece, and get ready to experience the Saraf Furniture difference!

[theboysfromaustin]

May 28, 1983

“Hey, Ken, can you go check on Kazuo?”

Nanami glanced at him from her spot in the kitchen, chopping vegetables.  Kenjiro glared at the television, set down his Daily Racing Form, and snuffed out his cigarette in the overflowing ashtray.  He heaved himself up from the chair, heading for the room.

The room where the thing was.

Nanami had painted it a cheerful blue, and he'd begrudgingly helped her and moved and assembled all the cutesy furniture that made him want to hurl.  The smell made him want to hurl, too, that mix of old milk, shit, piss and vomit.  He supposed Nanami's “motherly instincts” made her immune.  The only things he felt for this child…

Anger.

Resentment.

He grimaced, stepping up to the crib.  The thing was on its back, looking at him, and his hand itched to smack it, to upset it, to make it learn to fear and obey him.  But he hated the noises it made, the snuffling, the grunting, the crying.

God, the fucking crying.

When it cried, he wanted to shake it, to snap its neck like a terrier with a rat.  An accident, he'd say.  He squirmed, almost fell.  I grabbed him wrong.

Nanami had named this little maggot Kazuo.

It meant “first son.”

Which meant she wanted at least one more of these creatures.

That wouldn't happen.

He wouldn't allow it.

He flipped the thing off with both hands.  “Fuck you,” he growled softly, “I have no son.  You mean nothing to me, and you will learn that fear and respect are the same thing.”  It burbled at him, blinking, hands waving.  Horrible little hands with nails that scratched his Nanami's tender flesh.  Only he could do that.  He hated the way this hideous little grub stared at him when…when…

When it suckled at his woman.  It would fix those dark, unfocused eyes on him as it fed, milk dribbling down its patchy pink chin, staring, daring him to do something, challenging his authority, as if to say…

“I'm taking these.  They're mine now.  You can have them when I'm done.”

Then it would shit and piss and vomit, stinking up the apartment.  “You're a bastard.  If I could get away with it…” The thing reached up towards him, seeking comfort, love, and affection.  It was too stupid to do anything else.  It would find none of that with him.  Enraged, he smacked one of its horrid little clawed hands.

There was a pause, and it gave a choking cry, turning beet red as it screeched like an animal.  Nanami rushed in, “Kazuo, it's okay!” Kenjiro stepped back, “He just started screaming.” “Aww, come here, baby boy…” She soothed the little beast.  

For Kenjiro, it was that first real act of superiority over the thing.

He smirked.  She hadn't noticed anything amiss.  If he could get away with it, he'd keep reinforcing that fear.  The boy would never stand up to him.  He'd make sure the little fuck was too scared of him to do so.  Kenjiro turned away, pulling a carton of smokes from his pocket, lighting one.

He was king of this domain.  Nanami belonged to him, not to anyone else.  That's why he'd isolated Nanami from her friends and family all the way up here in Chicago.

He hated those people.

Her parents were very close, and he aimed to sever that connection.  Then there were the two dykes, especially the loudmouth one.  And…

His eyes narrowed.

Her asshole father Kensuke's boss.

That fucking lawyer.

He was too smart, but Kenjiro knew he was safe from him in Illinois.  Bastard didn't have a license to practice here.  He inhaled deeply.  The little shit was still crying.  He headed for the door, pulling on his coat, exiting without telling the woman.

He needed a stiff drink to put up with that shit.

Into the rainy spring of Chicago he went.

[studyrights]

Tactile Learners: Embracing the Power of Hands-On Education

Do you remember the joy of building your first sandcastle, shaping it with your hands, feeling the grains of sand between your fingers? Or perhaps you're the kind of person who learns best by diving into a task, by getting your hands dirty, and by experiencing things firsthand. If that's the case, you might be a tactile learner. In this blog article, we're going to explore the fascinating world of tactile learners, their unique learning style, and how we can harness this powerful way of learning to enrich our education and daily lives. So, put on your exploratory gloves, and let's dive in!

Unpacking the Term: Tactile Learning

Let's start by understanding what tactile learning is all about. Tactile learners are individuals who grasp information best through physical touch and hands-on experiences. They thrive when they can interact with their environment, using their sense of touch to explore and learn. For them, books and lectures are important, but nothing beats the satisfaction of doing things themselves.

The Five Senses Symphony

Our senses play a significant role in the learning process. We often hear about sight and hearing, but the sense of touch is a powerful player too. It connects us to the physical world in a unique way. Tactile learners, in particular, rely heavily on their sense of touch to absorb information and engage with their surroundings. Think of it as a sensory symphony, with touch being one of the star performers.

The Power of Hands-On Education

Now, you might wonder why being a tactile learner is so special. Well, it's all about the power of hands-on education. When we actively engage with a subject, it sticks in our minds better. Tactile learners excel in fields like science, art, and mechanics because they can dive right into experiments, art projects, or fixing things, allowing them to comprehend complex concepts with ease.

Imagine a science class where you don't just hear about chemical reactions but actually mix the compounds and feel the changes as they happen. It's like magic, but it's science in action!

Tactile Learning in the Digital Age

In today's digital age, where screens dominate our lives, it's easy to overlook the importance of tactile learning. However, tactile learners can harness technology too. Touchscreens, interactive simulations, and 3D printing are just a few examples of how they can adapt to this new world while staying true to their hands-on nature.

Learning Styles: Are You a Tactile Learner?

How do you know if you're a tactile learner? Well, here are some signs that might help you figure it out:

1. You Love Hands-On Activities

If you prefer building, crafting, or fixing things over reading or listening to instructions, you might be a tactile learner. Your hands are your most trusted tools.

2. You Remember Things by Doing

Tactile learners have an excellent memory when they physically engage with the material. Whether it's practicing a musical instrument, cooking a new recipe, or assembling furniture, you remember it best by doing it.

3. You Struggle with Pure Theory

Abstract theories and concepts might make your head spin, but when you can see, touch, and feel a real-world example, everything clicks into place.

4. You're Often Fidgety

Tactile learners can be fidgety when they're stuck in a passive learning environment. You might catch yourself tapping your fingers, doodling, or playing with objects to stay engaged.

5. You're a Problem-Solver

Tactile learners are natural problem-solvers. When you encounter an issue, you jump right in, trying different approaches, experimenting until you find the solution.

Embracing Tactile Learning

Now that you've identified your tactile learning tendencies, it's time to embrace them and make the most of this unique learning style. Here are some tips to help you, or someone you know, thrive as a tactile learner:

The Challenges of Being a Tactile Learner

While tactile learning is a remarkable way to absorb information, it does come with its own set of challenges. It's essential to be aware of them and find ways to overcome them:

1. Limited Accessibility

Not all learning materials or environments are tailored for tactile learners. It can be frustrating when you're forced into passive learning situations.

2. Time-Consuming

Hands-on learning can be more time-consuming than simply reading a book or listening to a lecture. It requires dedication, practice, and sometimes, more patience to master a subject through tactile learning.

3. Mess and Cleanup

Let's be honest; hands-on activities can get messy. Whether you're painting a masterpiece or conducting a science experiment, you'll need to deal with the aftermath. Be prepared to embrace the chaos!

4. Need for Space

Tactile learners often need space to spread out their materials and work on their projects. This can be a challenge in smaller living spaces or crowded environments.

5. Limited Collaboration

While tactile learners excel at independent problem-solving, they might miss out on the collaborative aspects of group learning. It's important to strike a balance and engage with others in shared activities.

Tips for Overcoming Tactile Learning Challenges

Don't let the challenges of tactile learning deter you. Here are some strategies to overcome these obstacles:

1. Advocate for Hands-On Learning

If you find yourself in a traditional classroom setting that doesn't cater to your learning style, don't hesitate to voice your preferences and seek out hands-on opportunities.

2. Time Management

Plan your time wisely. Make sure you allocate enough time for your hands-on projects while also balancing your other commitments.

3. Organize Your Space

Create a dedicated workspace at home where you can freely explore your tactile learning pursuits. This will help you stay organized and minimize the mess.

4. Find Like-Minded Individuals

Connect with fellow tactile learners who share your passion for hands-on learning. You can collaborate on projects, share ideas, and support each other.

Tactile Learning in Different Fields

Tactile learning isn't confined to a single field of study. It can be applied in various domains, each offering unique opportunities for tactile learners to shine:

1. Science and Engineering

Tactile learners make exceptional scientists and engineers. They love conducting experiments, building prototypes, and pushing the boundaries of what's possible.

2. Art and Creativity

For artists, sculptors, painters, and designers, tactile learning is second nature. They thrive on the physical act of creation and the sensory experience of their craft.

3. Medicine and Healthcare

Surgeons, nurses, and healthcare practitioners often rely on their tactile skills. Feeling and identifying specific structures or abnormalities is crucial in their work.

4. Trades and Crafts

From carpenters to electricians, tactile learners find their calling in the world of trades. Crafting, building, and fixing are their daily tasks.

5. Gardening and Agriculture

Green thumbs who revel in the world of plants and agriculture connect with the earth through tactile learning. They can sense the needs of each plant and know when to intervene.

The Future of Tactile Learning

As the world evolves, tactile learning remains a timeless and invaluable approach to education and personal growth. In fact, with the advent of technology, tactile learners can explore new dimensions of learning.

Virtual reality (VR) and augmented reality (AR) are emerging as powerful tools for tactile learning. They allow individuals to engage with virtual objects and environments, providing a sensory-rich experience that caters to the tactile learning style.

Additionally, 3D printing technology is revolutionizing the way tactile learners interact with physical objects. Whether it's creating prototypes, models, or art pieces, 3D printing opens up a world of possibilities.

The Takeaway

Tactile learners have a unique way of experiencing the world - one that involves diving in headfirst, getting their hands dirty, and savoring the tangible aspects of learning. While there may be challenges, the benefits of this learning style are undeniable. Whether you're a tactile learner or you know someone who is, embracing this hands-on approach can lead to a richer, more fulfilling educational experience and a deeper connection with the world around us.