#make moo work harder

[respectthepetty]

I don't care if Only Boo! is making Shone competition or not

Because simply the idea of it makes me happy that Kang is a bit older than Moo (not a lot), and here is an older character who has Moo's same energy (because they are related).

This show seems too sincere to go in this direction, but I want GMMTV to know that I am not opposed to it especially since Shone never saw a picture of Kang and was giving Moo advice on how to get the guy. So . . . could I have it?

Please.

[eenslaved]

Clarabelle

Judd loves his job. He loves his work, taking care of the female cows. Helping the women ease into their new lives. Stripping away their humanity. The new ones think they're being reduced to the low state of an animal, but Judd doesn't think of it that way. He sees it as a transformation into their true selves.

When they enter the barn for the first time, they're often defiant and disbelieving. There's nothing Judd loves more than turning a hissing, spitting, angry female into a docile and sweet cow who waits placidly in her stall, and utters the cutest moos of pleasure as she's being milked, or fucked, or both at the same time, as often happens.

Clarabelle is his favorite cow, which means he's much harder on her than all the rest, to compensate for his favoritism. He coos sweet nothings to her as he binds her udders in a tight rope harness, making her flesh swell from the constriction, accentuating this most defining part of her being. Milk pearls at the tips of her teats; he kisses the beads of white away, only for more to well up.

Clarabelle is just as drippy between her legs as she is from her teats. Judd unbuttons his denim work pants and slots himself in the cow's seething cunt. Clarabelle breathes harshly through her nose, her soft mouth all bitted by the bit-gag.

He fucks the cow hard and fast. She pants noisily as her cunt clutches him, a flood of moisture easing his way. The other cows bully poor Clarabelle because he can't resist fucking her every chance he gets, and they're jealous. He lets them at it, because their humiliating treatment of Clarabelle only deepens her acceptance of her cow-self.

[circeswhore]

It was a simple arrangement. You always did accuse bustier women of having "more tits than brains" so being able to exchange one for the other seemed reasonable. And you were clever! You had a mind that actually worked, that wasn't filled with hot pink bubbles and rotted out with platinum blonde hair dye, so you figured that you could trade away some of your intelligence and still be reasonably smart and add a little bit more to your bust. It was a win-win. Your thumb hovered over the button on your phone, a small wave of apprehension staying your hand, relying on a deep breath to push through it. As soon as you push the button, the world shifts around you.

The changes are subtle. You don't feel any less intelligent, though you know from experience that it's a hard thing to gauge on your own. You glance downward and your eyes go wide, not only shocked that you're sporting a pair of wobbly C cup tits, but you're actually wearing something to show them off! Nothing in your wardrobe was like this before and even your new bra is frillier and fancier than the plain, beige A cups society forced you to wear. Your knees come together as you give your breasts an experimental squeeze, their sensitivity far beyond anything you could have imagined. It feels incredible. For the first time, you feel sexy.

And the button still sits on your phone screen.

Your heart thunders in your chest. If one push did this, what would another one do? Or one after that? Your IQ doesn't seem to have dropped that much, so you could probably afford another push or two. Maybe even three.

Of course, the dumber you get, the harder it becomes to stop yourself. Your boobies just keep growing, pushing past DDs and Gs and Ms, your bra turning to lavish patterns and colors back to simple designs as your choice in bras becomes limited by size. As your brains shift to your tits, your wardrobe shifts, too, showing off more and more of your boobs to highlight the center of your personality. Your clothes become skintight and in bright, simple colors. Even your hair grows out, long wavy strands in a bright, dyed blonde. Other parts of your body plump up, too, mainly your ass and your lips, your face covered in make-up to advertise yourself as the bimbo you are.

By the end of it, you still don't feel dumb, but mostly because your sense of self-awareness has all but vanished. Your thumb is stuck between your plump lips, partially because it's comfortable and partially to keep yourself from drooling into your cleavage. You're a bubbly bimbo without a care or a thought in the world. Some of the words are a little tricky when you look at your phone again, but you manage to make out what it says: "Button makes boobies bigger?! Hehehe, okay! Like, whatever you say, Mr. Button!"

When the world settles down around you, things are very different. You're not wearing clothes at all, save for a headband on your head with two little horns. You're on your hands and knees, your massive breasts hanging beneath you, resting on the cold ground. A large and growing puddle of milk spreads out around you. You want to call for help, but your lips are full and clumsy, letting out instead a sound that sounds dangerously like a Moo! After a few moments of braying, the door in front of you swings open. "What is it, Lilac? What is it, little cow? Oh you poor thing. Did the suction cups come undone again?" The nice lady (who smells amazing) leads you back up to a place where you can lean forward, resting your arms and your knees against padded supports, your huge udders hanging beneath you. The milkers are a bit cold when they first grab hold of your nipples, but the temperature warms up quickly, watching as your milk races down the tubes. "There we go, that's better, isn't it?" Your owner sighs as she scratches behind your ear and under your chin. "Sometimes I wish you were smarter, Lilac. Maybe you would have been a real person like me instead of a cow. It's like being this busty left you with no brains left at all! Ah well. I'll be back to change out the canisters in a little bit."

💕💕💕

[hisgracethedragon]

Road trip update!

The second day in the car went well and Dragon is really enjoying life at Grandma’s house. He even met and is on somewhat peaceful terms with my mom’s dog.

Getting along with the resident cat is much harder, but he spends most of his time roaming outside, so Dragon can pretend he rules the house.

My mom free feeds, and Dragon was very interested in this all-you-can-eat crunchies concept.

(But then he had wild diarrhea, so the crunchies are now forbidden.)

He heard a cow moo and it sent him into a 10 min existential contemplation of the universe’s big questions, and he made this face the whole time:

Best of all, he is getting to explore the outdoors! This is his first time walking on grass or wood chips, and his first time seeing a river, which confused him almost as much as cow sounds. My mom happens to have a screened-in gazebo that makes a perfect catio. It also fills with bugs (yeah, it doesn’t work as intended) which makes it paradise as far as Dragon is concerned.

[auxiliarydetective]

To all the people making One Piece OCs after the Live Action, I love all of you and I have some important info for you!

I'm here as a seasoned manga/anime fan to give you some tips and resources on names and devil fruits that live action only fans probably don't know, so stick around! :)

Edit: I now have an entire blog dedicated to spoiler-free One Piece resources @onepiece-oc-archives so if this post helped you, maybe you'll find more there!

Keep in mind that these are things to make your OC fit into canon, which I think is pretty important, but not a must. Making OCs is about having fun, after all. If my tone seems a little pointed, take it in the light of my hyperfixation and personal opinion. These are all offers and ideas, not requirements.

There are 8-ish paragraphs in this post and I'm just gonna give you a quick outline so you can find everything more easily:

Names (Please read this, this is about a "mistake" I see lots of people making!)

The D. in Luffy's name

Devil Fruit Names

The Uniqueness of Devil Fruits (REALLY important, please read this)

What if my Devil Fruit is taken? (Follow-up to 4.)

Creature-related Devil Fruits

Devil Fruit Fun Facts (little details that could spice up your OC)

Final message/What if my question isn't in this post?

First of all, I've seen some people seemingly confused about the naming schemes of the characters. One Piece names work with the Japanese naming scheme, so the family name comes first! Roronoa Zoro means Zoro is the guy's first name and Roronoa is his last/family name. I think you can see it best with Monkey D. Luffy and SPOILER FOR LATER EPISODES Monkey D. Garp. They have the same family name, that being "Monkey D.". No, there are no exceptions and I'm begging you to keep that in mind for your OCs as well. Not all characters have a first and last name, in fact most of them don’t, by the way, and names can sound like Greek philosophers or Disney sidekicks or whatever else you want a name to be, so feel free to get creative

Sort of halfway adding to that though I've seen nobody doing it: The D. "D" stands for "Don’t give it to a character unless you know what it means". So, before you name your character "Original D. Character", look up the D. You can still do it, it might even be really awesome, just look it up, but only look it up if you're willing to take spoilers. Otherwise, you can always add the D. later.

Second topic of this post: Devil Fruits! I highly recommend you think about the Japanese name of your fruit, simply because it's fun! Eichiiro Oda, the creator of One Piece, loves naming his devil fruits after puns or onomatopoeia (meaning things like "moo moo" in English, but Japanese has a lot more and a lot cooler ones). For example, Buggy's fruit, the Chop Chop Fruit, which is called Bara Bara no Mi in Japanese. Barabara is Japanese onomatopoeia for something coming apart. To avoid spoilers, I'm gonna use my own original fruit as the second example: It’s the Sew Sew Fruit, or Chiku Chiku no Mi, chikuchiku being the sound of a needle piercing through fabric. As you can see, the onomatopoeia or pun usually doesn't carry over to the English name, which is why I suggest the Japanese. Just for funsies. If you want something like that for your fruit, here are some resources I found:

https://www.tofugu.com/japanese/japanese-onomatopoeia/ (<- ordered by theme, makes things easy to find)

https://gist.github.com/UserUnknownFactor/093a2296c5a4d9ef7b404728ebde94a3 (<- ordered by alphabet, things are harder to find but as a LOT more stuff; maybe read the first link first so you know where to look)

Another thing about devil fruits which they kinda touched on in the show but never clearly stated: Every devil fruit power only exists once in the whole world. So much for what the live action said. But what they didn’t say is that the person currently possessing the power has to die for the fruit to reform and another person to eat it. What that means for you is: Your OCs cannot have powers that are already in use by canon characters. Of course, to figure out if your fruit of choice is taken, you'd have to do research and risk spoilers. BUT if you don't wanna do that, just ask me. I'll either be able to tell you straight away or do the research for you problem solved!

What do I do if my devil fruit is taken?

You get creative. The exact same power may not exist twice, but there are variants like ice and snow, fire and lava, kilo and ton... Taking my own fruit as an example again, the power of stitching things together was already taken, so I widened the spectrum of my devil fruit to be generally sewing-themed. Canonically, the only real limit to what devil fruits can exist is a person's imagination, so you have explicit permission to go wild.

And finally, one last thing about devil fruits: You don’t have to limit yourself to typical "powers". There is a whole category of devil fruits that lets the user transform themselves into a living being, usually an animal. This includes mythological creatures! So, once again, go wild! They work a little differently than other devil fruits, but the basics are: You have your fully human form, your hybrid form and your animal form. These types of devil fruits are named a little differently, going after a scheme of Animal Animal Fruit, Model: Subtype/Breed/etc. Yes, there can probably be a Dog Dog Fruit for every type of domestic dog breed. Yes, you can make a cat girl. As an example for what you can do with these types of devil fruits that goes more in the whacky direction, one of my manga OCs has the Kami Kami no Mi, Model: Shikigami. Seriously, go wild. This is the fandom for it.

As sort of an extra fun fact while we're on the topic of devil fruits: Devil Fruits have the potential to alter a person's appearance when they eat it. It doesn't always happen, but it can. For example, there's a devil fruit that freezes your aging as a side effect and one that makes you lose any excess weight when you eat it. This also sometimes happens with the animal types. Maybe that’s something you can use for your OC. Also, clothes usually transform with the user when they use their powers, but not always. So, use whatever version you want for your OC.

And one final message: I love all the new fans coming in and I love seeing what you create! If you ever have any questions or need help fitting something you came up with into the OP universe or something, feel free to send me a message or, if you're too shy to do that, hop into my ask box on anon - or without anon. Or if you just wanna ramble to someone about your OCs or literally anything else, you can also just come to me. I'd love to hear from you!

Also, one more thing, if you think there's something missing here that I should touch on, tell me and I'll add it in a reblog or make a new post. This post is already long enough XD I've been thinking about making this a thing on my blog, not just for One Piece, where I just generally give resources and spare people the often spoiler-riddled or tedious research

[steveisagay]

Could you maybe write a fluff fic about m!reader x Eddie? Where the reader has had a shitty day but Eddie is there(so it’s immediately better imo). Eddie asks the reader what’s wrong and all the reader does is just face plant into Eddie’s chest and mumbles something about someone at work being awful. Ends in sappy cute cuddles and Eddie making terrible(yet funny) dad jokes to cheer up his boy, with kisses included.

"It's okay, you did good today,"

Eddie Munson x M!reader

Thank you so much for your request! Whenever you show up in my notifications it reminds me that people actually like my writing

Warnings: swearing as always, slight homophobia, slight allusions to a car crash, I accidentally made it more angsty than needed, other than that it's fluff, also a mention of kids

Today was shit. Y/N's work was shit, and so was having to deal with people all day long. Normally he would have no problem with a few needy or bitchy customers, but not when they just came in over and over and over. It took almost everything in him not to walk out or hide in the back until he could go home.

Going home made everything worth it. Not only could he sink into the blankets covering his bed, but he could always sink into the arms of his lover as well. While Y/N had to work the standard 9 to 5, Eddie was out selling different types of drugs to the same dickheads he condemned, well, and the typical loser.

Driving home was tense, he was gripping at the steering wheel, trying to keep it all together. He didn't bother to turn on the radio, as he was already driving 10 over the limit. His fingers loosely played with the keys, but making sure to keep his eyes on the road so he could at least still get home to Eddie.

His hands shook as he fiddled the key into the knob. He already heard the faint sounds of the tv. When he finally got the door open he didn't bother hanging up his keys, instead tossing them on the counter without looking where they actually landed.

"Hi baby!" Eddie practically yelled throwing his hands up in the air, his words muffled by whatever he was snacking on. Y/N took quick steps until he found himself hidden in Eddie's neck. "Baby, what's wrong?" He ran his hands down his boyfriend's back as Y/N finally relaxed after his long day.

When Y/N answered it came out as a mumbled mess where the only coherent words were 'work' and 'people'. "Yeah baby, people suck," Eddie felt as he grabbed onto his shirt harder, moving his hand to stroke their hair, "it's okay, you did good today," his eyes grew wider when he started to feel his lovely boyfriend start to shake. He gave a quick squeeze before saying anything else.

"Baby,"

His heart ached when when he heard the small 'yeah..' that came from the crook of his neck.

"Wanna hear a joke?" His smile gleamed when he felt the small nod against his skin. "Okay so, how do cows stay up to date?"

"I don't know, how Eds?"

"They read the moos-paper" he replied with a small chuckle, "Next," he paused, for dramatic effect of course, "Where do pirates get their hooks?"

Finally, Y/N looked up, eyes glistening as he made contact with his adorable boyfriend. "Where Eddie?"

"The second hand store." He snickered

"Oh my god, that was terrible."

"Why thank you," he was just happy to make him feel better, "Now, what's blue and not heavy?"

Y/N giggled, "I don't know, a bucket?"

"No! Light blue!"

Then he hurled a pillow from the end of the couch, "Oh my god Eddie, when did you become a dad?"

There was a small pause, "Whenever you're ready."

Y/N was stunned, they'd been together for almost a year, but they'd never talked about kids. "Eddie..." A sense of sorrow overtook his eyes again, "We can't..."

Eddie made sure to press a kiss to his forehead, then to his lips. "I'm sure we can figure things out," he pressed another kiss to his lips, then his nose, "I know the system isn't exactly in our favor, but we can figure something out."

His eyes had started to glisten again, they'd never talked about having kids because, well, they're two men.

Eddie pressed three more kisses along his cheeks and back to his forehead. "What's brown and sticky?"

He laughed again, "I don't know Eddie, what is brown and sticky?"

"A stick," he pressed a kiss to his lips once again.

Y/N chuckled, "you are horrible, I hope you're proud of yourself."

Eddie let out a laugh of his own. "Actually I am quite proud of myself."

[faith-nerd]

And Now It's Time for Silly Songs with Larry: the part where Larry comes out and Sings a Silly Song.

That's right, the VeggieTales Villain Song Showdown is in it's final days, and that means it's time for the Very Veggie Silly Song Showdown!

Playlist is Here. First Round of Polls (barring any major hang-ups) should go up on Sunday.

Match-up list and more details on how the bracket was formed under the cut.

Now, a couple of things: This is every song from a VeggieTales episode that fills the spot traditionally held by Silly Songs with Larry (so yes we do have Love Songs with Mr. Lunt, Obscure Broadway Showtunes, etc.) plus a few that even if they aren't in that specific spot, they're a non-traditional episode equivalent (feature film credits songs, song-compilation-episode premiered songs, and Lost Puppies because it just feels like a silly song).

This number of songs (and the number there would be if I did JUST the official ones) is... not traditional tournament compatible. So, to try to make this as fair as possible, I had to get creative.

First, and the easiest to see on the visual bracket, Semifinals will be Top 3 of the Left and Top 3 of the Right (as opposed to Top 2).

Second, there are 3 Round 1 "Themed" Match-ups. These do get to skip a round, which I'm not a fan of because I feel like it gives them a free pass; however, these also have 3 songs in each, which means to move on it has to beat 2 other songs as opposed to 1, and in my mind that makes it harder, so I'm thinking maybe hopefully it evens out? (If you don't like it... it's VeggieTales Silly Songs, don't take it so seriously).

These themed match-ups also serve as a way to compare similar songs. We've got the three Boyz in the Sink songs (Bellybutton, Mess Down in Egypt, and Bubble Rap), the three Christmas songs (Oh Santa, 8 Polish Foods of Christmas, and Wrapped Myself Up for Christmas), and three Pirates Who Don't Do Anything but-not-their-original-theme-song Songs (Do the Moo Shoo, Credits Song, and Rock Monster).

So that's how I tried to work with there being a non-easily-bracketable number of songs. And as far as how the match-ups were distributed: it looks random, but it's not? It was a lot so I don't want to try to describe it in too much detail, but it is based on grouping them in chronological order, pitting the groups against each other and putting them on opposite sides and in different branches of the bracket. Basically, trying to delay any potential rematches of the ten in the Ultimate Silly Song Countdown until as late in the tournament as possible.

Anyway, now for the actual Match-ups:

Left Side:

A.1: "The Water Buffalo Song" vs "Monkey"

A.2: "Lost Puppies" vs "Astonishing Wigs"

A.3: "Dance of the Cucumber" vs "Sneeze if you Need To"

A.4: "SUV Song" vs "Best Friends Forever"

B.1: "The Pirates Who Don't Do Anything" vs "Donuts for Benny"

B.2: "The Blues with Larry" vs "Happy Tooth Day"

B.3: "Yodeling Veterinarian of the Alps" vs "Where Have All the Staplers Gone?"

B.4: "My Baby Elf" vs "The Perfect Puppy"

C.1: "Endangered Love" vs "The Hopperena"

C.2: "The Gated Community" vs "My Golden Egg"

C.3 (Boyz in the Sink): "Bellybutton Song" vs "A Mess Down in Egypt" vs "Bubble Rap"

Right Side:

A.1: "The Hairbrush Song" vs "The Biscuit of Zazzamarandabo"

A.2: "Larry's High Silk Hat" vs "Supper Hero"

A.3: "I Love My Lips" vs "Sippy Cup"

A.4: "Schoolhouse Polka" vs "Kilts and Stilts"

B.1: "Song of the Cebu" vs "Pants"

B.2: "Pizza Angel" vs "Asteroid Cowboys"

B.3: "His Cheeseburger" vs "Goodnight Junior"

B.4: "Lance the Turtle" vs "Mac and Cheese"

C.1 (Bonus Pirates [Round 1 Pass]): "Do the Moo Shoo" vs "The Credits Song" vs "Rock Monster"

C.2: (Christmas [Round 1 Pass]): "Oh, Santa!" vs "The Eight Polish Foods of Christmas" vs "Wrapped Myself Up for Christmas"

[sheep33hallow]

Sluth (DamienXTerry) (Superbat)

Tags: BatKids age reversal, Terry McGinnis and Damien are the parents, day in the life, Justice League age reversal

Summary: Damien's POV as a Dad

AO3

______

Damien looked at his youngest son, Bruce, who was listening to the youngest Kryptonian talk endlessly to him. 

This wasn't their first time meeting, but that Alien took a liking to his son, in a way Damien didn't trust. 

All of the young justice members were taking a break. Damien was sitting in the monitoring office, looking out of the two way mirror, where the young members were eating their lunch in the training area. 

The Alien had his arm around Bruce, and he was shocked his son was allowing it to happen. 

“If you stare any harder, the glass will break.” Terry, his spouse said from his seat next to him. 

Damien glared at him. Terry had his long hair down today, in a similar fashion to Bruce's. “You're the reason that Alien is here.” 

Terry shook his head, and wagged his finger. “No, your best friend is the reason he’s here. I just told Bruce to be nice to him.” 

Damien threw a hand at the window. Grateful to not be seen. “He's touching him for no reason. They're not in combat training. He needs to go be useful elsewhere.” 

Damien presses a button, turning the intercom on, “Kal-El.” 

The young man jumped away from Bruce, who continued to eat. 

“Yes, sir!” Kal-El salutes the air, and the other young members snicker at him.  

“Go make yourself useful. There's a situation on earth that I think you can handle. Alone.” Damien growls the last word, then releases the button. 

He sends the coordinates to Kal-El’s communicator. He watched the young man look at his device, then back at Bruce reluctantly. Bruce is no longer making eye contact with him, and Kal-El shoulders deflate, before walking out of the training room. 

Damien is smiling. 

Terry shakes his head at him, and gets up. 

“Where are you going?” Damien asked. Turning his chair, as he watches his spouse walk to the door. 

“Like Father, like son. Enjoy some alone time yourself.” And he walks out. 

_____

Damien walks down into the batcave and instantly notices the missing people tonight. 

He turns to his oldest, Duke, and says, “Where is Bruce and your Father?” 

Duke glances at Cassandra, who swiftly slips her mask on, making it clear he's on his own. 

Duke gulps, and tosses his helmet back and forth in his hands, as if to distract Damien. “They're out. Said they'll be back for patrol tomorrow.” 

Damien walks closer to his eldest. Duke is the worst at keeping a secret. Duke ends up walking backwards into the case holding Bruce's uniform. “Bruce is in his late year at Gotham academy, so it's not academic and your Father didn't tell me about any charity events going on. So where are they?” He hisses. He slams his hand into the case next to Duke’s head. 

“Dad! I don't know. They're just out. Bruce needs to be fitted for something. It's one night. Goodness.” Duke burst out saying, but his face is flush, “Sorry.” He mumbles as an afterthought. 

Damien backs up, and pats Duke's shoulder. “Whatever.” It's as close as an apology that he'll give. 

Damien turns to go get changed, then stalls for a moment. 

Fitted? 

_____

It's a week later, and Terry refuses to speak about his night off with Bruce. He's been using sex as a way to distract Damien, and Damien has been more annoying to Terry for their little game to continue. 

He's lounging in his cow print sweat set that Richard and Jason got him last Father's Day after they caught him crying over a cow giving birth when they had a family trip to a farm. 

“Well moo me down.” Terry says as he walks into their bedroom. His body is glistening from a finished workout. 

There are papers spread all over the bed in front of Damien. He's working on a new plan for training, plus blueprints for a rec center that Wayne Enterprises will be funding. Damien has one leg on the floor, his back is against the headboard, when Terry walks over and sits down on Damien's lap, being mindful not to drip on his papers. 

He kisses Damien, and who is the born and bred assassin to deny such a gift. He wraps his arms around Terry’s waist. Terry places a hand on the side of Damien's face, tilting it upwards, as he slides his tongue inside his mouth. 

Damien is on his way to sliding his hand into the front of Terry’s workout pants, when they are interrupted. 

“Have you guys seen Bruce?” It's Dick. 

“He's with the Kryptonian. I've been telling you this.” Jason says to Dick from his left side in the doorway. 

“Why would he be with Clark? That makes no sense, Jay.” Dick says to his brother, then shoves him in the shoulder. 

Jason falls back into the doorway. He tries to shove Dick back, but he tucks and rolls into their parent's room. He sticks his tongue out at Jason once he's standing next to them. 

“Fuck you, Grayson.” 

“Oi, don't yell at your brother.” Damien interrupts. 

Terry shrugs. “It's fine.” Terry stands up, and pinches Dick on the ear. “He knows what he is doing.” Damien sees a look pass between his spouse and second youngest. Dick is smirking and Terry shakes his head. “You have to stop thinking butter won't melt on him.” Terry says to Damien. 

He puts his hand on Dick's back, promptly pushing him back into the hallway and within Jason’s grasp. “Go train some more, and yes Bruce is with Clark, but he'll be home soon. It is a school night.” 

Once in his arms, Jason drags Dick away. 

“Why is Bruce with—.” Damien starts, then pauses when Terry is back in front of him. 

“It's hard to undress with the sweat and all. Can you help me?” Terry grasps Damien's chin, and slips his thumb between his lips. Smirking playfully down at Damien. 

Damien's eyes widen, his hands mindlessly taking hold of Terry’s tight sweat soaked pants without breaking eye contact. 

He spends the next hour remembering why he used to stalk his spouse. 

______

Young Justice comes back from a mission with no casualties, but multiple are injured. 

Including Bruce, who he heard has a broken arm, and fractured ribs. 

He already yelled at the ones not injured before dismissing them. 

Tim and Kon were in charge, so he doubts Tim will come home tonight. Terry didn't look to put out about it, silently agreeing on everything Damien said to everyone.

He benched them until further notice. 

Terry stays behind to speak with the other mentors, while Damien makes his way to the sick bay. He's fuming, but he's also heard that Bruce survived thanks to the Alien. 

Knowing Jon will be making jokes at him later over his cousin's stalking tendencies finally paying off. 

Damien grits his teeth. 

Stupid Jon and his stupid Alien family. 

“This kind of messes up our plans, doesn't it?” Kal-El says. 

Damien was about to turn the knob to Bruce's recovery room. 

The door is cracked slightly. 

“You can still come with me, but we won't be able to dance much.” Bruce says. 

“Like- like, I can hold your hand, and help you eat the food.” Kal-El says bashfully. 

“My dominant hand still functions fine, Clark.” He states plainly. Then Damien hears the opening and closing of a drawer. “Can you brush the knots out? Doubt I'll be able to shower for a few days.” 

“Oh, yeah. Of course, Bruce.” He says hurriedly. The chair squeaks back, Damien assumes Kal-El is standing up. 

“I'm grateful you invited me to prom. Jon told me it's a big deal to teenagers on earth.” Damien hears the brush being used. 

Bruce tsk’d. “It's not that big of a deal. I promise you. My siblings all went, and my Father thought you'd be fun to go with since I don't have any friends at school.” 

“But you've known John, and Hal longer, but you still asked me.” 

“Shut up, Clark.” Bruce growls, before wincing. 

There's a moment of silence. Just the brush being used, and the heart monitor beeping. 

Then, “I like taking care of you. So… I guess, depend on me more.” Kal-El says quietly.

Damien feels a hand slide onto his back, and take hold of his suit. Without turning around, he knows it's Jon pulling him away. 

In Damien's office, “So cats out of the bag.” Jon says with a sheepish grin, after giving Damien a cup of tea. 

They both have the top halves of their suits unzipped, and his face mask is off, though his eye makeup is smudge. “I suspected something.” He takes a sip. 

Jon nods. “Clark wanted to wait. Kids’ fucking scared of you dude.” Jon laughs. “I keep telling him you're a big softy.” 

“Most wouldn't agree with that statement.” 

Jon shrugs with a grin. “ Eh, so what. I know you best! Was there before Terry, and I'm GodFather to like three of your kids, so, to me you're a big softy.” 

Damien looks at his friend. “Kal-El is similar to you. I expected him to be more like Kon or Kara.” 

“Is that a bad thing?” Jon asks. 

Damien shakes his head. “Of course not. It just seems like I can trust him. I know I can't trust Kon, and Kara is unpredictable. So I didn't need another Alien messing things up.” 

“You didn't need another Alien plowing one of your kids.” Jon says bluntly. 

Damien bares his teeth at Jon, “If Kal-El fucks my kid without properly courting, Bruce. I will make him live in a vault, I've made specifically for your kind.” 

Jon's mouth drops open. 

Damien leans back in his chair. Smirking at the fact that Jon didn't know about his contingency plan. 

“What, where—” Jon begins. 

Still smirking. “Don't worry about it.” Then look at the clock. “Let's go. We have a meeting.” Damien pours the rest of his tea out into the trash. “Kal-El isn't in any danger. Like I said, I can trust him.” 

“Clark. He likes to go by Clark.” Jon frowns, clearly not over his newly gained knowledge. He stands up. 

They both zip their suits back up, and mask back on. 

“When he's able to look me in the eyes while talking to me. Maybe I'll give a fuck about what he likes to be called.” 

He walks to the door, “Especially since he clearly wants to plow one of my kids.” 

AO3

[starandsims]

As the seasons changed, Rosalie had fully embraced her new life on the farm. Her daily routine had transformed into a seamless blend of chores. Each morning began with the sunrise as she more eagerly embraced the farm’s rhythms. 

Rosalie’s first stop was the animal sheds, with a bucket in hand she expertly navigated her way among the cows, chickens, sheep, goats, tending to their needs. Her once nervous hands had become confident. Although she still preferred to let George milk the cows and gather the eggs. The animals seemed to recognize her as part of their world now, responding with gentle clucks and contented moos. All of course except for the goat, Pippin, but he didn’t like anyone. 

After the morning chores were complete, Rosalie headed to the farmhouse kitchen to prepare breakfast. She wasn’t what Jane would call “skilled” yet but she managed to make some hearty morning meals, using the farm’s fresh produce and eggs. The aroma of the freshly baked bread filled the kitchen, providing a comforting start to the day. 

The garden had become her sanctuary, Rosalie spent hours among the rows of vegetables, fruits, and herbs. She cultivated the lush greenery that would soon grace their dinner table. She had learned to recognize the needs of each plant, coaxing life from the soil with careful attention. Her fingers, once accustomed to such work, were now beginning to form the calluses of a seasoned gardner. 

In her spare moments, Rosalie had taken up the art of cross-stitching, a skill Jane had introduced her to. While her stitches were a bit uneven and she often poked herself with the sharp needle, Rosalie found solace in the repetitive motion of the needle and thread. Her evenings were often spent with a sampler in her lap, slowly crafting intricate designs by the dim glow of an oil lamp as she laughed and swapped stories with Jane. 

Some days were harder than others and Rosalie still occasionally yearned for the comforts of her old life. Yet, she knew that her place was now on the farm, among the people and animals who had welcomed her into their world. Her days were filled with purpose and satisfaction, and the sense of accomplishment she felt with each completed task outweighed the nostalgia for her former existence. She had grown, not only as a farmer but as a person, and in the embrace of her new family, she had found a deeper sense of belonging and contentment than she had ever known before. 

[sallysgrancanwrite]

Chapter Sixty-Seven

Masterlist

PT was grueling again. But Chloe knew it was necessary. Again, she did not let in that her back was hurting her. She finished up and headed to the gym.

Chloe got on the treadmill and just walked. She promised that she wouldn’t run so she didn’t. But she walked at a good clip.

Next she hit the weight machines. She wished she could lift more than 10 lbs but that would come in time.

As she worked out Michael showed up. “How does he always know where I am?” She thought. She ignored him and kept working out.

“Look who’s here!” said Michael. “You're going to have to workout harder than that to get rid of your fat.” He laughed. As he walked away she could hear him mooing.

What an ass she thought. Then Edith walked over.

“Whatever he said you just need to ignore. He’s an ass.” Edith said. “Are you ready to go?” She asked.

“Yeah I’m done. I’ve hit every machine so I’m good.” Chloe said getting up.

“Good, let’s go shopping,” said Edith.

They went to Walmart to see what they had for children’s clothes. Edith found the cutest dresses and of course she had to buy a few or so.

“You’re spoiling her,” said Chloe.

“She’s my grandbaby, I’m supposed to spoil her.” Edith laughed. “It’s not like Tom is going to give us grandchildren any time soon,” she said.

Chloe looked at a few clothes for herself but she had no money as it was all in Michaels account. She was going to petition the court to get access to the money.

Edith saw her looking and grabbed some items for her.

“Edith no! I’m sure I’ll get access to Michael’s money soon.” Chloe told her.

“Until then we will get you what you need.” Edith said.

“I don’t really need those, now do I?” Chloe asked, laughing.

“Yes, you do. I say you do,” winked Edith.

“You’re stubborn!” said Chloe.

“Now let’s get home. I want to put in a roast for tonight.” Edith stated.

“I need to check Emma’s schoolwork. Lord knows what Bob is teaching her. Probably how to bbq.” Chloe said laughing.

They got home and Emma was in the garage helping Bob build a cupboard.

“Why are you not doing schoolwork?” Chloe asked.

“Grandpa said this is like something called shop class.” Emma said.

“Bob really?” said Chloe.

“It teaches her how to read a ruler and measure things. It’s important stuff.” said Bob.

“Good grief,” Chloe laughed. “Come on little one, shop class is over. Back to the books.” said Chloe. “There is still time to do some homework before supper.”

Chloe got Emma started on practicing her handwriting and spelling words. Writing them out seemed to help her remember them easier.

Chloe went to the kitchen to help Edith with supper.

“What do you need help with?” Chloe asked her.

“I have the roast, carrots and potatoes going. If you want you can make some cheesecake for dessert.” Edith told her.

After helping in the kitchen Chloe went to check on Emma.

“Are you ready for your test?” Chloe asked, looking at Emma’s handwriting.

“Yes, I think so Momma. But there are some hard ones.” Emma replied.

“I’ll give you a bit more time to study them,” said Chloe. “I’ll be back after a bit.”

As Emma began to study the phone rang.

“I’ll get it," said Chloe.

“Hello, Coleburn residence.” She stated.

“Not a sound on the other line could be heard. Just breathing. Again.

“Michael, if this is you, stop harassing me! I will report you.” She cried.

Bob came over and grabbed the phone and slammed it down hard.

“I’m calling the phone company to trace the call for us. I want to know where it’s coming from before I report it.” Bob replied angrily. “This needs to stop!”

“It’s a good thing you can’t drive yet. You always have someone with you. I don’t trust him.” Edith said.

“I want my independence back.” said Chloe. “I miss going where and when I wanted.”

“You will soon dear,” said Edith, knowing she didn’t want Chloe alone until this monster was put away.

[babiesdreams]

The Hunger Games Au.

This is gonna be a serie, there would be multiple idols throught the story. It's a first person fic and the main character is an OC. This is a project that means a lot to me since I'm a big fan of the hunger games myself, please be kind and enjoy <3

WARNINGS: There are obviously mentions of blood, kills, and death. For it to be easier for you to read, if you're sensible to tis topics DO NOT READ THE RED PARTS.

Chapter One: The Reaping

I wake up with a loud mooing sound, my eyebrows frown trying hard to keep my eyes shut, to sleep further. I blink repeatedly until my eyes get used to the bright light that enters inside the barn. I feel the soft touch of the cow’s fur against my skin, it’s like a soft pillow, one of those that only exists in the Capitol. “Did you sleep well Lola?” She’s a slow light brown and white cow, with pink ears and nose, and big eyelashes. She answers with another moo, I chuckle. “You’re the cutest one you know?” I tell her while I pat her head. 

“Taura!” I hear Antonio yelling my name in the distance. “Are you awake yet?” He asks from the barn’s door. “I’m awake old man” I shout back with a smile. He opens the door and looks at me, laying on the floor, hair probably still messy and full of straw. Still patting Lola’s head instead of getting ready for work. “We have a lot to do today. The Capitol needs a lot of meat for their parties” I look at him with contained anger. “Oh they love to celebrate death” I comment to myself, referring to the animals we’ll have to kill because of them. My eyes lock of the floor.

“I told you not to get attached to them. They’re animals Taura, they have to die eventually” I look directly into Lola’s eyes. “I know” My words get invaded with a sudden dark tone. Toni sighs while he helps himself sit on a bundle of hay.

“You know I'd do it if I could, but my hands are weak. We are just like them, we have to die eventually. And I feel like my expiration day is near, kid” I look at him with a lifted brow. “You still have a lot to live, Toni” I say with a smile. He makes old man’s sounds while he gets out of the barn. 

I get up and tidy my overall, getting all the dirt off it. A long sigh escapes my lips, I’m definitely tired of this routine. The Capitol is always demanding things from the districts, as if we had anything to give at all. They get to eat meat and nice bread loafs, while all we can ever taste are dry cereal that sentences us to death. I put on my gloves and go to the killing building. Since I got into Toni’s farm, I’ve called it that way, though he insisted on calling it a slaughterhouse. 

I wish I could remember how my life was when my mother was alive, so I’d have something to compare my current life with, but truth is I only remember her face, and it’s just a blurry memory. I grab the big knife and crack my neck and back bones. As nice as it could seem to sleep over bundles of hay, it really messes with your spine. Last winter I had to stay lying down because of the pain. It almost cost both of our lives. Our story was a common one in 10. I was a helpless toddler, an orphan who would’ve died starving in the streets if it weren’t for him. And Toni, he was an old man who needed tesserae to survive. We helped each other. He taught me how to work, to not starve once I reach adulthood. In exchange, I risk my life every year, increasing the chances to be reaped for the hunger games.

I take deep breaths to prepare myself. The helpless goat is tied to a table, my eyes fixed on the floor, trying not to look at its face. It’s always harder when you look into their eyes. With one hand I hold its body, pinning it to the wooden material. With the other I make an incision over its neckline. Blood squirts onto my face. It showers me with death. My hands are red, full of guilt. With my fingers I close its eyes and whisper “I’m sorry” I knew the goat was old, probably sick, but it never feels right to take life out of another living creature. I chop its head off and start preparing the meat to be sent. The Capitol was only interested in high quality meat, so the head, neck and legs usually stayed in the district, as part of the black market. I get the gloves off, my hands are covered in blood under them, it probably dripped down my arms long ago, it’s almost dry. “Did you finish?” Toni asks from behind me, I simply nod.

“We still got a couple of pigs and a cow to go” He announces. My whole body react inmediately, turning to face him. Horror takes over me. “A cow?” I ask in shock. “It’s what they requested, Taura” Tears fill my eyes once I realize what he really means. It will be Lola, she’s the oldest. “Right” I whisper, looking down. “I can ask the neighbor to do it if you can't.” Tears fall down my cheeks, imagining the rough hands of Tim slaying Lola. I shake my head “I want to make sure it’s fast” He nods in agreement. “I’ll be feeding the sheeps if you need me” I nod and put the gloves back on. The neighbor, Tim, usually ties our animals to the tables. He’s strong, rude and loud, I’ve seen him carry full grown cows over his shoulders. Victor’s meat, that's what we call it. 

“I heard you’re gonna kill the cow” He groans while lifting the struggling pig. “Yeah” I mumble. “Did you name this one too?” I sigh, I’m tired of the same old speech. Since he taught me how to kill, he hasn’t shut up about getting attached to the animals. “I sleep with them, Tim. I talk to them more than I talk to humans” He chuckles, his voice is deep as always, his tone cocky and braggy. “Don’t say that kid. People might get the wrong impression” 

I lift the knife in a threatening gesture, then stab the pig that was lying on the other table. A loud high pitched scream fills the room. He groans, dropping the pig on the bloody table where the goat was before. “I’ll go get the cow” He mutters but I stop him with my hand. “I’ll bring her after. Go back to your farm” He leaves, with a mouthful of protests. 

The sun sets right before I finish preparing all the meat for the delivery. Flies are invading every corner of the building, buzzing beside my ear, landing over my bloody skin. I try to scare them away with hand movements, but they always come back. They’re addicted to the smell. The smell of death. I don’t clean myself up. It’s pointless. A cow like Lola has so much blood that I could take two full baths on it. She’s waiting for me when I open the door to the barn. Tears start falling down my cheeks once again. Every time reality hits it’s like the world is about to collapse and I can’t escape. 

She walks towards the door and rubs her face against my body, I pat her as usual. Just when I’m about to lead her to the killing building I hear him. He’s by the lake. Mark, Tim’s son. Tim had always tried to teach him how to be a good farmer, but he was sick. An artist to the bone. The worst of the illnesses. He liked to escape to the lake every night to sing his ballads. Sometimes I sang along with him. The animals loved the sound of his soothing voice, it calmed them. I just liked the feeling of his company. We were several feet apart, but I could feel him close to my heart.

“What a lovely song for a farewell” I muttered to myself, well maybe to Lola. It might be weird, but sometimes I could feel she understood what I was telling her. The melody of the song was melancholic. The words, depressing. Something about love dying. I take advantage of his calming melody to kill Lola as fast as I can. 

I wake up after a couple hours of sleep. I stayed up all night preparing Lola’s meat to be sent away. Today is the reaping, which means every kid from the district will dress up as if they weren’t miserable. Some will cry. Two will be selected to a certain death and the rest will be able to breathe normally again. Continue with their miserable lives. 

The tears I cried last night have dried, leaving itchiness on my skin. I get up fast and wash my face with the remaining water from last night’s bath. There’s still a bit of blood turning it red. “I have something prepared for you” Toni says from behind me. I take my bandana off and dry my face with it. When I turn around he’s holding a beautiful white dress. It looks old but it’s so well tailored that it makes me frown. “Where did you get that?” I ask in disbelief. “It was my wife’s wedding dress. I have paid the lady that lives two streets away to clean it up”

“Capri? But why did you do this?” He smiles and hands me the dress. “You can’t go to the reaping wearing my old overalls. You deserve to be like the rest of the kids” I shake my head “I can't toni. I shouldn't…”

“Kid, she'd loved to have a daughter like you. I'm sure she would have done this years ago if she was still alive. C'mon try it on” He could be really persuasive when he wanted. “Okay” I finally agree. “But I'll wear my bandana. You know I'm not me without it” he nods. “Yeah yeah of course” 

The dress fits me to perfection. It's simple and not too tight but it almost looked like it was made for me. When I walk into the house Toni stands up and takes a look at me. I can see tears forming in his eyes. “Try not to get chosen” he says, sobbing. “If I'm chosen, Tim will take care of you” I assure him.

“And depend on that lazy kid of his. No lord” he chuckles at his own joke and I do too. “You should get used to the idea that one day I'll be picked” I say, bringing a dark mood back to the conversation. “You haven't been picked yet. In a couple of years you won't be a part of the reaping”

“Toni” I say with a sigh. “I've picked tesserae since I was 12 for you and me. And before mark was 12 I asked for three extras. My name's there more times than I could count” he paused for a second and looks at me with a tilted expression. “What are you implying?” I can sense fear in his voice as if he could know what my plan was. 

“I'm implying that it's not fair for kids who starve themselves just to avoid getting their name in there to be selected anyway and die” he sighs and turns away from me. “You're talking about Laura”

Somehow hearing her name makes me even more angry. “Yeah, I'm talking about Laura. And I'm also talking about Chris, Aurora, I'm talking about all of them” his eyes feel like knives stabbing mine. “So what are you gonna do?” I can see tears in his eyes.

“I can't live with this Toni. How many deaths are gonna live in my conscience?” As my voice gets louder, my eyes get filled with tears. “What the hell you mean Taura?” 

“I saw Lola be born. I've raised her. She was like a sister. And I had to fucking kill her for them. I can't- I can't get the smell of her blood off my nose. I can't get the images out of my head. I can't live like this. I just can't” he tilts his head out of desperation. “They're animals”

“And so are we” I reply fastly. “I want things to change Toni. I can only do that going to the games” his eyes close, letting the tears flow down his cheeks “You're gonna volunteer�� i walk closer to him and grab his hands. “This way I can save a child too” he looks like he's trying not to hear me. “Tim will take care of you Toni. He owes it to us” 

“I don't care about that. I don't want you to die. You are like a daughter to me Taura” Tears fill my eyes, making everything blurry. “I'll always be with you. My soul will remain in the barn, sleeping every night. I'll never leave your side Toni. But I've got to do this”

“When did you decide?” His question makes me sigh. “Did you decide last night? Was it because of the cow?” Every word he says makes me feel more and more misunderstood. “I decided last year. Because of Laura” his eyes keep looking into mine, searching for any sign of weakness. “You know how much I cared about her. And in the reaping, I just couldn't… move. I felt helpless. And the way she died. It's so unfair” Toni walks away from me for a few seconds. 

“Do what you gotta do. But I won't watch you kill yourself like that” he walks outside the house, probably to avoid crying in my presence. I never quite understood the urge of men to hide their emotions like it’s the worst thing to feel something. It reminded me about the games. Everything in Panem seems to be related to them. The way the Capitol forced families to keep quiet while their children were brutally murdered was a new kind of oppression. An emotional one.I’m sure Toni would’ve taken any physical torture without crying a single tear. But somehow a child that was not entirely his, hurted more than that. They knew what children meant to society. This is their twisted way of saying We control you.

I walk towards the lake in a desperate attempt to feel something nice. As if I was trying to convince myself not to volunteer. I look at my reflection. It’s not usual for us to look at ourselves really, so I don’t quite recognize me at first. My fingers brush over the water, twirling my reflection. I’m mesmerized by the way the water flows, and then it hits. I see Carina’s face, screaming and crying for help. She died on the second day of the games. She had managed to keep herself hidden in the forest, until the girl from 1 saw her. They’re trained to kill and I get that, but she made her suffer every second of it. That girl had no humanity left on herself.

I put myself together after a few seconds and stand, decided to end all this. I’m the last one to arrive at the town hall square. The guards prick my finger with the needle to get my name on the system. My mind controls my body to stand right on the girls’ side. The capitol’s host starts speaking. Some nonsense I don’t even care about actually listening to. “Let’s begin the reaping. And as always. May the odds be ever in your favor” 

There’s a loud silence, invading the streets. “Are there any volunteers?” I lift my hand in the air, standing out from the crowd. The rest of the girls move, making a path for me to go up the stage. I walk towards the stage, until I'm standing next to the man announcing the reaping. "What's your name dear?" He asks with a smile. "Taura" I answer. "I'm Taura" "well Samantha you have nothing to fear, you have a 24.60 percent chance of survival, as usual may the odds be ever in your favor" the man smiles as the crowd stays silent, shocked at my decision. 

"Now let's reap the male tribute" he says, taking a piece of paper from the big bowl. "Mark lee" he calls out loudly. The boys around him step away. I look shocked at the crowd, thinking to myself this is not real. This must be a dream. Mark walks slowly, eyes fixed on mine, looking for answers I suppose. Every step he takes, makes it feel more and more real. My breaths struggle, getting messy and fast. 

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Masterlist

[drivingsideways]

SFD rewatch, episodes 1-5

One of the best first episodes of a series. Quickly and indelibly establishes the characterization of all the major players.

Love the kid actors, but mainly Lee Re as Boon-yi.

Piglet scene still as unacceptable as the first time. Come on.

Absolutely in love with the theatrical scene constructions, including how we meet Jeong do jeon (stealing a potato); the farce at Yi In geom's residence, Ddang-sae telling the story of "Viper", and the first time we see the Do Dang. I do love Jeong do-jeon inciting a riot (and Kim Myung-min's sexy sexy voice) but also? I think on the first watch and now, it felt a bit off. Mostly because the song becomes a swelling soundtrack over the scene- I wish they had just let it be Jeong do jeon's voice going hoarse and a few people singing it.

Got impatient with the segue into Gongmin's assassination, and at some points the name drops become tiresome. I know SFD was written for an audience familiar with these characters, and so this is on me, but having to pause every few minutes to look up wiki or bodashri's tumblr (seriously MVP of the SFD fandom) is not a great viewing experience for me.

Gil Tae mi -11/10 no notes, especially in that mango-yellow robe. Park Hyuk-kwon completely pussy out in this drama, playing twins who are polar opposites in everything except that they fight like ballet dancers.

Had to ffwd Yeon-hee's rape scene and aftermath. Yes, we get it, losing his mother and his lover are foundational to everything about Ddang-sae, but hoo boy, how about they'd...just not?

I just really, really enjoy Hong In-bang's villainy- his turn to it makes 50 times more sense to me that whatever is going on with that little psycho with his murder grove. [When he went on about justice preventing evil, my eyes rolled back in my head so hard. OKAY, you pathetic little meow-meow, if that works for you, I GUESS.]

Love that the writers re-used a line from TwDR- paraphrased, it's that "the people endure, while monarchies rise and fall". In TwDR, when Sejong says it to Jeong gi-joon, it's to refute his rather nihilistic view of the chaotic future where people are able to choose their own leaders; here Hong In bang uses it to justify raising taxes on an already overtaxed population. Writers nim, your minds.

Boon yi is THE BEST

Moo-hyul is a baby. Imagine watching the extremely boring Jo Jin-woong playing this character in 2011 and then waking up to Yoon Kyung-sang's adorable himbeaux portrayal in this.

Byun Yo-han is such a genuinely lovely actor; I just wish that Ddang-sae's whole trajectory wasn't unmitigated misery. It's harder on the rewatch because at least the first time I had hope. I think writer nims are fond of reminding us that being born poor , and consequently often powerless to resist constant degradation, is a lifelong curse that only a few escape- you see it in Kang Chae Yoon's fate as well- but I think Kang Chae yoon's fate felt like less of a punishment by capricious gods than Ddang-sae's.

Ok, but Byun Yo-han and that marketplace performance. LOVELY.

Ddang-sae's leaving Baek Yoon's dead body in the street like a prom invite for Sambong. (and then he went and left and actual note that says "whom do i kill next?") made me laugh. C'mon Sambong, take some time out from fulfilling your divine purpose to give this boy the railing he deserves. I feel like so many of both their problems would have been solved by this.

[contaiinedarmageddon2]

❌ for Feferi :3

//Feferi forced to actually meet Sollux. Eughageyahgnuagh.

No that's too horrible, this is a family friendly smut barn. How's about:

Feferi, in her constant quest for corporate dominance and the eventual eclipsing of the Condesce, began to seek more wild ideas. Not every timeline worked on the same rules, making copying successful products from other universes often more complicated than it was worth.

Some were more successful at adapting or smuggling technologies across time-lines though. One unsavory Sollux in particular had been a resource in the past where the odd gizmo or gadget was concerned. Now though she was on the cusp of launching a full scale manufacturing operation for one technology sourced from them, a pill for modifying body proportions. Plastic surgery was forever too niche and too flawed to mass-market, but this purported to be fully organic. Feferi could toss in some marketing about it being "All natural" and "Unlocking your body's true potential!" and have the public eating out of her hands!

She couldn't resist the temptation to do the final test run on this modified version of the original pill sent to her on herself. A little more up top never hurt! Now what were those instructions? Feferi was a busy business mogul, and Sollux's messages tended to be a potent cocktail of inscrutable and boring. He usually sent more anyways, they could wait. Oh well, her personal team knew what they were doing without any weirdo's advice. It's supposed to be pop it and watch the results! So she did just that, throwing it back with practiced ease and washing it down with a glass of milk. The coffee machine had been down this morning, so she'd poured that instead.

This proved catastrophic. The pill was never, ever to be taken with milk. Coming from a timeline of more humanoid trolls, it worked off the systems of the body responsible for making it, and upon finding itself in an environment already full of it, assumed it needed to go into overdrive to compensate for some mighty need not being met already. Over the next few weeks Feferi found herself blowing through suits, blazers, blouses, shirts, then tablecloths and tarps as her chest pumped larger and heavier. It wasn't just that hauling around constantly sloshing boulders was a distraction for those around her, it became steadily harder for the corporate heiress to think for herself. Her mind constantly thinking of when she might get the next release of pumping out the ever-growing flow. Each milking session put a history of countless debauchery to shame as her mind was seared blank by the flood of pleasure that emptying out gave her. But it was never truly empty.

By the time The Condesce finally had enough and shipped Feferi off to a warehouse to slap a set of mechanical pumps on her, she could only moan out a thank you. And moo, of course.

[hashtag-xolo]

Hi! If you have a second I was wondering what the general temperament of a xolo is like from the perspective of an owner? One comes into my work and she’s so smart and friendly she’s converted me from being a “GSDs forever” owner lol

I always have time to ramble about xolos, don't ever think I won't do it at the drop of a hat lmao

Xolos are smart, alert, clownish, affectionate, Velcro. They are simultaneously persistent and easily bored. They are not biddable but have excellent drive for the right motivation. They can be incredibly high octane but also content to be couch potatoes after getting their energy out. They tend towards aloofness and shyness with strangers but I personally prefer a dog that doesn't tend to want to be best friends with every single human and pull to greet them.

Xolos are incredibly smart and their brand of smarts is tied especially towards survival. What this means is if a xolo doesn't see an equitable payout for the effort, it's going to do something else. What that something else is varies wildly from "this is dumb so screw you I'm out" to "welcome to Jackass let's do something ridiculous to solve this problem". They are incredibly good at recognizing patterns and as a result may try to hack the pattern in a Speedrun to the reinforcement. When my boy first learned to sit, he was deadset on convincing us that he got a treat every time his butt touched the ground. He literally made direct eye contact and sat over a dozen times in quick succession because "sit equals treats, gib twenty treats now pls". He will try to replicate routines just because he wants to replicate what got him a reward. He wants to hack the system. This means he will easily replicate routines and behaviors in environments he knows well. And he will be persistent about pushing that system that worked, like sit equals treat so I'm going to try it til I'm sure it's not going to work. But he was persistent because sitting is low effort for a high reward of a treat. Something harder or more boring... He's likely to lose attention because it just isn't worth it.

Xolos are clowns. They have a lot of quirky behaviors that are relatively common to xolos. They shake their bodies a lot even if their skin isn't itchy or the like. Xolos just... Like to shake. Many will do a thing where they will shake just their butts. It's hilarious. Xolos love to self soothe by rubbing their bodies all over the frickin place. Tzapo will rearrange the furniture because he's rubbing himself on the couch and armchair. I've watched him move the armchair over five feet doing this. I've seen xolos rub on carpeted staircases. They love to rub. Xolos make some really interesting vocalizations. They're talky and can be barky. But definitely talky. Tzapo makes little grumbles and groans and moos and grunts all the time. He has many opinions and he loves to express them. Oh, and xolos tend to have very strong nesting drives. Tzapo has the strongest instinct to den up that I have ever seen in a dog. He legit prefers to lay on a plastic bag that he has "nested on" rather than the bare ground. Even if the ground is warm. He has nested on plastic bags, my suitcase, my work papers, a receipt on the seat of the car... Nesting is serious business.

Xolos are Velcro and will follow you everywhere. They bond deeply with one or two people and that's their world. If you don't want a new shadow, you don't want a xolo. Overwhelmingly they just want to always be with you. Most love snuggles for warmth. They're just really sweet dogs.

They have a high prey drive which can fuel them really well for work and sports. It is something to be aware of around small animals in the home and about. Most xolos can easily be safe around cats. But it can be a challenge with some lines and so I caution people to ask about a breeding line's prey drive level just in case as sometimes training just can't overcome an intensely high drive.

Xolos are such incredibly sweet dogs who will always have you laughing at their weird sounds, ridiculous behaviors, and big personalities. They have so much vibrance to them. They are incredibly smart and display this intelligence in ridiculous ways, sometimes in infuriating ways as well. I can't imagine not having a xolo in my life because of how much warmth and laughter they bring with them.

[ofhope]

"It's kind of small, but. . ." He would have flashed her an impish grin if it weren't for the fact that he had became incredibly focused on the small, braided band being tied around her wrist. Hundreds of white and purple threads had been twisted together to form a thick cord, that didn't fit too tightly around her. Attached to the cord were several metal loops, and dangling from each loop was a small, flat charm.

There were only three right now: one of a brightly colored firework, one of ushi and another of a bow that closely resembled hers. "I was gonna add a new one for every birthday you have later on. Happy Birthday, Firecracker. Ya know I love ya, right?" ( itto & yoimiya )

For Yoimiya's Birthday, June 21st!

"Small?!"

Clutching her wrist tight to her chest, Yoimiya's index twirled a charm, the one suspiciously Ushi-shaped (had he taken part in its craftmanship? Yoimiya hardly refrained from a laugh at the thought, happy moos accompanying Itto's 'hey, let me work!') — it wasn't small, not in structure or in terms of gesture! Though that Oni of hers ... when had she begun referring to Itto as such? ... was a sight to behold, one that oft took her breath away and made her cheeks aflood with flame, she had yet to take her eyes off of her gift.

Jewelry making required a careful hand. Yoimiya could hardly knot the string together, always snapping it in two, getting lucky on just a few occasions, and her only take-away from it would be marbles tumbling to the ground as she surrendered not to defeat, but to a peace treaty... for that moment. For Itto to have spent time crafting it, to have found the gems, pieces, commissioning the charms or smithing them himself, it wasn't a minute present whatsoever. Grin spreading impossibly wider, Yoimiya stood up, up, before leaping even higher upward!

"I love it, silly! It's so pretty, and now I get to carry along a piece of you and Ushi wherever I head off! I can't wait to show everyone," smudging that smile against Itto's cheek, she bared her own gift: a flurry of smooches! "Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!!! I love you! I looove you, I loooove yooou, I loooove ~" balancing her palms on each of his cheeks, Yoimiya brought their lips chastely together. "You!"

Admittedly, that last bit was harder to make out.

[littlewalken]

Ap 27

The windshield of our minivan is definitely harder than what I am assuming is a barn swallow and what I'm hoping was just dazed and ended up recovering on the shoulder and not squished on a notorious freeway bottleneck.

Let us all take a moment to bless modern safety glass.

Let us all take a moment to curse the bright idea for up to three toll lanes and a toll road where a simple widening of the freeway would have solved so much shit.

~insert end of prayer saying of your choice~

We'll just say the family heirloom crystal ball, photos, and papers have gone from us to another branch, I have passed on an art supplies kit that looks nicer than it really is, and you know the van is safe to use on the freeway and we don't have to take a four hour each way surface street route, don't you?

Let's just say it will always be my fault I was born first but in the end I did triumph, and I never have to look up directions again on my phone because it's obviously wrong too, but I got to see moo cows and go to the only brick and mortar for an art store in these here parts.

Very mild haul, green mixed media paper, mixed paper color Nova book, male and female stencils I want to use as paper doll bases, a medium sized set of Kuretaki Gansai Tambi, and a form of colored charcoal called Art Chunky. They were sold out of the Graphitint pans which I want to try.

The Art Chunky is by Creatacolor, the pencil sets I had by them were passed on for being redundant and it might be on me for not picking a higher quality line, and they're inexpensive enough for me to try them out. And they can work with water or another binder.

I've decided I'm not going to do pencil comparisons, altho I will buy any brand I am curious about, and when I am able to really art again concentrate on personal goals. The depression hit that part of my life super hard.

The people stencils are to help me keep my paper doll bodies in check proportion wise. Basically I'm used to drawing my doodles at one scale and with the brain injury the so many heads thing gets tricky. With the stencils I can put in a few guides and adjust from there.

Yeah, I can make art miracles but I can't put a jar lid back on strait. That's just how it is.