#no I don't know where your package is! did you check any of the 6 places it could have been placed outside

[gendstil]

trying to figure out of my pissy attitude is warranted....

Yes!

[fakescenariosbeforesleepblog]

Prisoner 505.

König x reader.

You're in a prison, why? War crimes, that's all König knew about you, you will be the new addition to KorTac, he's the one who will pick you up and take you to your new "home" what surprises will you bring to him? Will you be enemies, friends, lovers?

Warning: I'm trying to write this for a gn reader, but idk. Mentions of violence, spelling and grammatical errors.

📢 Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Pt.2

König wasn't ok with this mission, Why him? Someone else could do this, he hates every second of this, he left the car, walking to that giant black door, a prison, not any prison, this one is particularly a secret prison, not everyone knows about this place, it's a place that works with one purpose, First, take any dangerous people there to rot or let private contractors buy some of the prisoners, for what? Whatever they want, depending on every prisoner's record.

Yours, it doesn't say much about you. König observed the file on his hand once more while he remembered the conversation with O'Conor and the rest.

«Why me? Do I look like a fuckin babysitter? I'm not a fuckin' driver» «You're the best for this you will keep this new guy to line, I read was undisciplined»

Prisoner 505.

Name: (y/n) Age: unknown date of birth: unknown

Codename: Buitre 6-1

reasons for imprisonment:

War crimes (not specified), murders, torture, undisciplined, deserter (prisoner left his position after committing the aforementioned crimes, was captured and executed).

This prisoner was reported as 'killed in action' before the corresponding authorities, therefore, it does not exist in the system anymore, No more information available.

König sighed and walked Inside, the "waiting room" looked really fancy, he walked directly to the man sitting at the central desk, the man was fat but very well dressed.

- I came to pick a package...

The man looked up at him carefree, extending his hand to receive the file König had in hand.

- Ah... The 505, lemme check if they already finished.

The man took the phone, pressed some numbers and Called someone else.

«Did you finish? Someone came for his package... Ahh fuck, well that's Terrible, yeah... Pretty fucked up, I'll take him downstairs then, yeah... See you.»

He hung up the phone and smiled at könig, his smile is not kind, actually it is some darkness in it.

- Unfortunately, our prisoner is in his daily discipline session. You can wait here or we can go downstairs so you can see what you're buying, Sir.

König couldn't be more angry, waiting? Hell no, that was not an option.

- Downstairs, I don't have the entire day to wait for you.

- Follow me please.

Both walked to the elevator in silence, König was curious about that Discipline routine they're giving you.

- what's that shit about discipline session?

- Oh, you will see Sir. The prisoner is always getting in trouble, so we take drastic measures. This morning the 505 sent the prisoner 296 to the nursery, he has a broken jaw and lost one of his eyes.

How many levels does this place have? Floor 99. That's where you were. König didn't say more, that was enough information for him at the moment, finally, they arrived, he could hear some people laughing, the noise of water running and some insults.

«We're having too much fun as always (Y/n) but unfortunately we don't have much time anymore» «Fuck you, you and I know that I would kill you easily if I wasn't hanging and tie up here» «Shut up»

The man punishing you, was opening a Fire hose drenching you, while another was hitting you with a rope and other instruments on a table. There you were, half naked, wet, hurt, but the anger in your eyes doesn't let any sign of pain appear on your face. You looked at the two new people who appeared in the room, the tallest man was looking at you, What a pervert, you thought.

- Do You... Like what you're looking at, Big boy?

You laughed until the water and another hit silent you. König wasn't actually looking at your body, he was looking at the way you were being punished, lost in thoughts. The fat guard who came with König was laughing at you.

- As you can see, Sir, it's very... Enthusiast, a troublemaker.

- Ja... Anyway, I have to go... So, if you can finish now, that would be great.

- Of course. Put it down, dress up, and let us know when it's ready.

That was all, König and the guard left the room, you got dressed, tied up again and kicked out of your cell. You didn't have stuff or something, it was only your prisoner uniform, all black, you started to walk behind König and the guard, you noticed König's hunting knife on his belt, you approached them quietly, König didn't feel when you took his knife, he only heard a body falling on the floor, he turned himself quickly just to see the fat guard on the floor, chocking with his own blood, you were admiring your work and smiling at him.

«i warned you, Frank, the last thing you would see before you die it would be me» you whispered to him. Then you looked at König, cleaned his knife with your shirt and gave it to him, König took it and also took you by the arm, not hard but firm enough to show some authority.

- What have you done, huh? You can't be killing people every time you want, when you're under my watch you will obey me, Do you understand?

You looked at him with deer sad eyes and nodded In silence. Why did you look at him with those eyes? Thank God, König had the mask on, you couldn't see how he blushed just for that, he let your arm go and both ran to the elevator and left before someone saw the dead body. Once you were out, König just pointed at the car, you stopped and thought about it, you were finally free, you could run away and leave König there.

That's what you tried to do, König simply sighed annoyed, you were definitely a pain in his ass, you lost him, or... At least that's what you thought, you stopped to take some air, clearly you weren't in good shape. König hand around your neck took you by surprise.

- Listen, Püppchen (doll), you're free because of me, you're out of that place because a fuckin idiot in KorTac bought you, so don't make it more difficult, this is your only chance, will you work for us or I can take you back to rot in that fuckin' black hole. Hmm? What will you decide, Schatz?.

[thelesbianpoirot]

Hi, I was wondering if you have any advice for intentionally seeking out female friends in a male dominated space? I didn’t used to have male friends but now I’m often in a space where men are overwhelmingly the majority, I’m on decent terms with the men (especially because they seek me out socially so I’ll often get sucked into conversation with them) but sometimes they will make off colour jokes, or they’re just annoying. I realize if I don’t make a conscious effort to befriend the women, I’ll probably never *naturally* become friends with them, just because we have less in common. Problem is, I’m a little intimidated because they’re more accomplished and worried I might come off too strong, or seem like I’m trying too hard cause I’ve previously done that in the past…

Yes, you have to actively try to make female friends, especially if you are an adult and don't have school to forcibly group you together with other women. Whatever you are feeling, many women feel the same way, they are also anxious and intimidated. Someone has to make the first step to ending all your internal yearning for female company. You should want a peer group of women who are accomplished, who you admire. You should try to befriend women who motivate you to step up your game, professionally, academically etc. 1. Simplest way to do this is ask for help, someone helping you resolve a problem often gets you guys talking and may lead to an offer for further assistance. 2. Compliment their actions or something about them you admire. Try not to get too personal and avoid appearances, unless it is hair or clothes or something changeable. "Where do you get that? it looks lovely." "You're always so put together?" "You work so fast. Any advice for how I can speed up my time?" 3. Seek out common interest. "Sorry for bothering you, but I overheard you saying you went on a hiking trip, I was just talking to my sister about getting into hiking do you recommend any common trails. I am kind of scared to go out alone, but I need to try." "is that sticker on your water sticker on your water bottle from that band/tv show/game?"

4. Be cool, accept rejection or them ignoring you if you try any of the steps and they don't work. Respond when they do, don't hound them, ask someone once, check up on them once more after a week or so as passed, then if they won't return your energy, then back off, be polite, but don't have expectations or demands of them. BE COOL! Act like you aren't dying for their text. Go around your day as if normal. It is an energy you are putting out into the world, and waiting for resonance with someone.

5. Outright form a club and organize a get together. This is a pretty big one, but I met my best friend because she had an anime club in college, she would project anime movies and tv shows in the study room, and I showed up and we had the most in common. It has been ten years. She did it because she was lonely and she shoots her shot in a big way. Ask the women one on one if they are interested in a monthly get together for the women in your department, job, field etc. You just think this is good way to form important relationships and look out for younger, newer employees, if you're the new one, say it is to make friends and learn the organization culture. 6. Special Secret Tip: Bring a Basket or Tray of treats, and only offer them to ONLY the women. If you bake do it, if not store bought is fine, keep em in the package so they know it wasn't tampered with, and literally walk up to susan in accounting and ask her if she wants a cookie. If she asks what's the occasion, straight up answer: I don't think I know enough women around here, and I thought this is a good way to start. Hi i'm janet from engineering. Women love treats!

[lexxierave]

When Fate Intervenes- tasm!Peter Parker x Reader Part 7

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6]

You missed class. 

You just couldn't find it in yourself to go after last night. 

You didn't want the stares that would come with your newly forming bruises or have to explain them. 

You didn't want to feel like being a zoo exhibit even if that was an exaggeration.

So you emailed your professor late last night, telling him you came down with something suddenly but that you would submit your paper to him by the end of the day tomorrow.

Which means you had all day long to work on it since your work called and cancelled your shift due to last night's incident.

You sat at your desk after slowly rolling yourself out of bed. Glaring at your empty document program. You still could complete your paper last night.

You could swear it was mocking you at this point but every time you tried to write something about Peter it just didn't seem right. It was either too much, or not good enough.

In the end you deleted everything you wrote down hoping to start again in the morning with a fresh mind and a basic pros and cons paper. Only now it seems like the little bit of sleep you did get didn't do anything to help you. 

After a few hours of trying to finish the second half of your paper your stomach started to rumble giving you the cue that it was time to eat. So you decided to take another break this time in hopes that food would help more than sleep did.

Why was writing down Peter's flaw so hard? He had one just like everyone else does, so what's the big deal? Why couldn't you pin it down into a one page paper and be done with it?

Because you were afraid. Afraid that if you did you would lose the only time you got with him. And suffice to say you've kind of started to enjoy your time with him.

As if summoned, your door buzzer went off. 

Who could be visiting you? You don't have any friends here. 

You curiously walked over to the intercom and hit the button.

"Yes. Hello?" You called out.

You weren't sure who it could be. You weren't expecting any packages and you had no friends in the city so whoever could be on the other end could be anyone.

"Hey y/n, it's Peter. Peter Parker. From Physics class." Peter's voice created your ears.

Peter? How did he know where you lived? And what was he doing here?

"Ok…what are you doing here Parker? And how do you know where I live?" You slowly questioned.

"Mr Hertz asked me to drop off some of your homework and to check up on you. I swear I got your address from him." He explained, sheepishly. "I didn't stalk you or anything. I swear!"

You could imagine him rubbing the back of his neck or readjusting his glasses, nervously. Something you noticed he did when he talked to you. Something you found a little cute when he did it.

You absentmindedly had a small smile thinking about it.

"I'm fine Parker. Look, why don't you come up? I can buzz you in." You offered him.

"Oh. Umm…that'd be good." Peter said.

He could get in the building on his own but he'd rather not tell you he lived in the same complex as you. A floor above as a matter of fact. It was best if you stayed at a distance and knew as little about him as possible.

He couldn't risk you getting hurt or put in danger again.

You hit the button unlocking the front door of the building, not knowing that Peter already opened the door on his own.

Peter took the stairs, knowing the elevator had a tendency to break down randomly. 

You paced by your front door nervously biting your lower lip. 

The issue you felt about Peter returning and the thought of your paper returning to you.

Your thoughts were cut short by the knock at your door.

"Who is it?" You asked.

You knew Peter was on his way up but you were still going to make sure it was him on the other side.

"It's Peter." The voice on the other side of the door called out.

You unlocked the door and opened it to reveal Peter. He looked a little disheveled. His face was a little bruised up and his lip cut. It looked a lot like he had lost some kind of a fight.

"Oh my God! Parker what happened to you?!" You exclaimed at the sight of him.

Your hand reaches out to softly touch his bruised face.

Peter relished in your gentle touch. Subtly leaning into it before coming to his senses again.

"Oh this? It's nothing." He tried to reassure you as he reached up and removed your hand from his face.

Already he missed your touch.

"Parker, don't lie to me. You look a mess. Come in and let's put some ice or something on it." You told him, "I think I have something to help speed up the bruising process too."

"You really don't have to worry about it." Peter tried to tell you but you already walked further in your apartment to find whatever it was you needed for him.

So Peter walked in and started to look around. Peter noticed you had your laptop out and opened and his curiosity got the better of him. He walked you and took a peak at what was on it.

It was the paper about him.

He was surprised by what you had started to write out. 

You told him you were going to write about his inability to notice basic things but this paper said nothing like this. 

It was actually quite flattering. So much so that Peter started to blush a little by the compliments you gave him.

He pulled away from the computer when he heard your footsteps coming back 

"Found it." You called out before entering the room.

Upon looking at Peter you noticed the gust of pink on his checks.

"Peter, are you ok? Do you feel warm?" You questioned him.

Peter blushed even harder, from embarrassment this time. 

He didn't realize he was blushing but when you walked up and put the back of your hand against his forehead he didn't stop you.

"Well, you don't feel too warm so that's good. And I found the bruise stuff." You informed him.

He smiled at you and something in you felt warm too.

Part 8

[gamebird]

I had cancer surgery three years ago. I have regular check-ups watching for it to return. Last one was two days ago. In it, doctor asks if I have problems with hot flashes. I say no. He looks confused. I tell him I have problems with brain fog and concentration, sometimes focus and motivation. I remind him I've brought this up for the last 3-4 appointments, they've told me to go to a sexual health expert (even though it's not primarily sexual; although I have become basically asexual); they've told me to talk to my general practitioner about it (which I did and they did a full blood workup and said they had no idea).

He brushes this off and says there's a new medication that might help me. I ask, 'With the brain fog?' He says it's mainly for hot flashes but yeah, maybe, who knows? He hurries on about how he's going to give me 6 weeks of samples and I can find out if it helps. And I'm like, 'Okay, I guess ...?' There's a little more back and forth where he tries to reassure me that 60% of his patients have been helped by this stuff even though it's very new and there's not extensive history and I eventually concede that yeah, sure, give me the free stuff and I'll look at it.

I take the free stuff. There's a little towel and a pill caddy in the 'Welcome to X medication!' intro box. There's a whole themed intro box for these pills.

At home, I do some research. It's for hot flashes. It has no other listed purpose. The side effects and risks seem tolerable. The kicker is that it retails for $750 a month with a discounted rate of $550. I laugh - it's about what I expected.

But now that I understand what their deal is, I go ahead and try it.

So that's two days ago, right? I've taken this pill twice. I have not had brain fog for the last two days, although I have had disrupted sleep and 1 loose stool. I understand data. This is way too small a sample given the 'comes and goes' brain fog thing. It means nothing at this point.

The nurse from the doctor's office calls me (TWO DAYS!) saying she'd called my pharmacy and the Indian Health system didn't cover the pills so let's get me set up with a different pharmacy so I can get them there. And I'm like, 'I'm not paying for this stuff. I told the doctor up front - I don't have a problem with hot flashes. It's over $500 a MONTH. I'll take the free ones - and by the way your package had four weeks of pills in it, not six - but I'm not paying for this.'

She tried to talk me into it. Honest she did: 'aren't they helping you? Do you feel any effects? Don't you want to stay on it? We could set you up for them just in case.'

I laughed and told her, "I wish you showed this level of enthusiasm addressing my actual problem." (or, you know, addressing my cancer)

And she was, 'what problem is that?' with this sinking tone in her voice, like I'd told her I'd kicked her puppy.

I explained the brain fog. AGAIN. (To be fair, I don't know that she was the nurse in the room with the doctor or had any knowledge of my case other than a file.) So I also explained I'd been bringing this up for two years, had referrals about it, was keeping daily records at home trying to get to the bottom of it, was annoying my friends about it, had moved up my retirement schedule because of it, was trying decongestants and mushroom gummies for goodness sakes trying to find a solution. Maybe it's long COVID. I don't know and that's why I keep asking the medical professionals every time I'm in front of them. Or on the phone with them. Like her.

Yeah, no, the hot flash pills are a nice idea but my brain is not so far gone that I'm going to pay $500 a month for that 'nice'. Anyway, she said she'd look into routes where I could get it cheaper and rang off.

I still wish they'd show that level of tenacity and enthusiasm fixing my real problems.

[darkx-the-dragon-kn1ght]

Chapter 31- Part 6

But I can't head down there quite yet- if I have to deal with that Camerupt, I need to switch my team around, because none of them can handle a 1 HP Sturdy Pokémon. Let me go all the way back to Apophyll again and check what I have…

I don't think I have any Pokémon with Mold Breaker (oh, how I miss my Tinkaton from Scarlet, who does have Mold Breaker and could probably kill this thing with one Rock Slide), so I need to see if any of them have a move that can change or disable Camerupt’s Ability.

The candidates seem to be…

These three are the ones with moves that change Sturdy to literally anything else. Levitate, Insomnia, disabling it altogether…however, of these three, Coast has something special:

A good Sp. Defense stat, which will be useful against Camerupt's existing Sp. Attack. But who do I switch out to slot in Coast…? Maybe…I dunno…Kirin? Sure, I guess?

I'll still need to train Coast a bit to get her on the rest of the team's levels, but that's fine-

(One training later-)

Perfect! Now to see what that lab’s all about…

Huh, that computer up there looks a lot like a PC. Am I supposed to do something with it?

It's…It's just a normal PC!? I DIDN'T HAVE TO GO BACK TO REBORN CITY- no wait, yes I did, so I could train Coast.

Th-They've got a healing machine too!? I DIDN'T HAVE TO GO BACK TO- no wait, I still did, so I could train Coast.

Well, I see some Grunts standing in a nice little row there- am I gonna have to battle them in succession, or can I fight the boss right away?

Oh hi Taka, guess you're who we're fighting, cool. Hello to you too Cain, and…

Oh- oh no, the Camerupt! It didn't get PULSE’d yet, but I know what it's gonna go through if it does! Oh no, that's Crater's brethren, I feel so sad seeing it caged like that before it gets mutated, no!!

You didn't? She's found you guys like five times now, you kidnapped her friend, you thought she wouldn't find this place too?

Cain that Camerupt is about to get Ghosted, we've got other priorities besides your love life!

Actually, Xera came here with no knowledge that this was where Ace sent him, this is just a lucky coincidence.

Package? I don't see a package anywhere, unless he means the Camerupt.

Team Meteor shut down the breeding program? How did- well, actually, with everything they've done with me Tangrowth and the Muk, I can completely see how they shut down the program, nevermind.

Yeah, I figured that out already, what with the PULSE Read-Out and the Camerupt and…well, that’s it, really.

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[oldguy56-world]

Airport

I know this isn't Monday but am I late when I told you last week I would do this on Tuesday because I was fleeing, I mean leaving the country temporarily? I am back, rested, and full of stuff to share.

This was the first time we traveled since Covid shut everything down in 2020, and in that time there have been MANY changes to how we go through the airport system. I hear enhancements were made to make our travel experience more enjoyable, but I also heard once that rubbing mayo on your head made your hair grow back. Fool me once...

There were things on the flight I observed (like maybe all kids between the ages of 3-8 should be put in with the baggage), but that is not what I will be discussing today.

There was also the experience with the travel agent, who took our money, set up reservations with the airlines and resort, but we had to do everything else including produce our own tickets and boarding passes, but I will not be discussing that today either.

This blog is about the experience at the airports (coming and going) that I want to discuss, hence the title of this blog. I will not name names when it comes to the airports, but this involves one domestic and one foreign. You can take your pick which I am referring to.

If you are going to have self check in machines, put some in that work. I was trying to check my baggage and received every default and error message except a digital middle finger. There are 'people' there to help, but when they come over they punch in some super secret code that makes everything run smooth, then they look at you with that 'Your are pathetic' smirk before they walk away to join with the other helpers to compare stories.

Why do you have to go on line to get a boarding pass 24 hours before your flight when you still have to line up at the airport for two hours for them to give you a paper boarding pass and take your luggage. Here is a helpful hint: put an outhouse in the line because a lot of seniors travel and we could sure use one.

The plane lands, it takes you forty minutes to go through all the various checkpoints, and you still get to the carousel 15 minutes before your luggage.

Speaking of check points, Have a sign that says 'You will need to show your passport 6 times, your boarding pass 8 times, and any other random pieces of paper they are going to ask for. I got tired just putting them away, taking them out, repeat.

I was stopped for a random customs check. What, you say this happens. Well let me tell you it keeps happening to me. I believe I am being profiled. This time I was worried as I was separated from the rest of the group and sent down a long corridor to a place where there were a lot of unsmiling faces on uniformed people staring at me. I was psychologically preparing myself for some kind of cavity search (at their peril mind you) when I was asked three questions. Where had I been? Was this my first time there? and how long were we away? That was it. I had to be isolated for those gripping sensitive questions. I felt like I was in Monty Python and the Holy Grail and one wrong answer and the floor would open up and I would never be seen again. My wife quietly waited for me (she is a saint) and here's the kicker: She had my passport. If they had asked to see mine I was screwed. This blog would still be waiting in my head, along with stories of prison life.

Did you know the airport sells luxury snacks? One of these years I will save up enough to see what a $3.50 chocolate bar tastes like. Don't be fooled by the packaging. They might look like the ones in Dollarama that go for .88 but there must be something special about them.

People push past you to get on the plane first. They might not be aware that it does not leave until all of us get on board. or that the seats are reserved not first come first serve.

This is my airport story.

THOUGHT OF THE WEEK: Don't judge your vacation by what happens at the airport. That will never change. Judge it by what happens between flying there and flying home. Isn't that where you take all the pictures anyway?

[evelynndecipio-blog]

July 6, 2021

Dear Evelynn, The letter did find me well! Specifically for the reason that I received the letter. I like your owl a lot. He does seem pretty proud of himself for delivering his package, and how can I blame him? I'd be proud of myself too if I flew... however many miles he flew; I really have no idea how far away you live. I do hope there's not too much distance between us. It would be great to see each other in person over the summer, other than just summer camp. If I'm being entirely honest, I'll probably forget everything you've taught me within the next month. Come August, I'll be saying 'hocus pocus' again. Or did I ever actually stop saying that? I don't know. I'll definitely be at camp, though, so I'm glad to hear you will as well! I'll be the one screaming loud enough that everyone in the stands just wants me to shut my pie hole when you catch the snitch to win the match. The other seeker doesn't stand a chance; they'll be blinded by the fire in your hair and the storm in your eyes, unable to look away until they crash into a goal post. At least, I know I would. Come to think of it, riding a broom is rather unsafe with you around... Oh, that reminds me! I need to get a broom of my own! Learning on the school brooms has been fine, but I don't want smoke trailing behind me when I finally make the quidditch team... unless it's cool smoke. You know, from fire that's supposed to be there, instead of like a blown engine or something. Brooms don't have engines, though, do they? Do they smoke? Does anything I'm saying make sense? Probably not, because every time I talk at the mirror, I realize that I don't understand a word coming out of my own mouth. Crazy, right?

I forgot what I was supposed to be talking about. Let me check your letter again_____ Oh, right. Rich people, big houses, you apologizing for something you should never apologize for. Eve, you should know by now that any time you talk to me at all brightens my life, as the sun's rays would when they grace the cold face of the earth, reminding its inhabitants that there is a life to be lived, and hope to be perceived. Oops. I'm not supposed to be writing poetry for you, am I? That's awkward. I suppose I could cross it out, but what if it makes you smile? Tell me if it made you smile when you reply. I forgot where I was again. Okay, I remember now. Honestly, I can't believe how big some houses are. What do these people do that allows them to live that way? I'd probably get lost in a house like that. I still turn the wrong way sometimes when I'm trying to use the bathroom down the hall from my room at night. How can I be expected to remember things like that when I'm half asleep? Let alone navigate a palace. My only hope would be if the butler put a tracking device on me or something. Which is actually not something my mum would object to doing as it is. The closest thing I have to a fireplace in my room is my window during the summer. If I'm cold, I just lay in the sun like a cat. It's pretty great. I don't think I've ever met this Healy person, though now I'm very curious. How tall does a half-giant grow, I wonder? I almost wish I could be one. I don't enjoy being short. I'll be taller than you someday - just you wait. Then you won't have to look down when I compare you to a summer's day. I can't believe you have to do summer school! And you'll be doing extra homework at Hogwarts? That's terrible! I'd just die. My will to live would be shattered. Doing homework that involves magic is bad enough, but at least it's better than math or English. I'm so sorry to hear that. If you need someone to rescue you, just tell me and I can get my dad on board. I won't even have to beg. One word from you and we'll prepare the getaway car. In case you're being watched, the code phrase is 'Romeo and Juliet.' Not for any particular reason, of course. It just seems ambiguous. In any case, I'm so glad you decided to send a letter, and I hope we can keep communicating! I may ramble a bit, but at least you can tune me out this way. ;-) You should help me go broom shopping sometime, because I have no idea what I'm doing. Help. With admiration from much too far away, Marshal p.s. I do have a mobile number! It's xxx-xxx-xxx. Feel free to call or text me at three in the morning! I always have a joke ready to go if you need one. It's a skill my dad taught me. p.s.s What do you call a dead fly? A flew.

[psychelis-new]

https://www.tumblr.com/psychelis-new/712302795823398912/disclaimer-readings-works-for-present-energies

This reminds me of something and thought I share my experience. If you remember, I chose my pile using a dice almost all the time. I first know about pick-a-card from Youtube in early 2019. Every time I pick a pile, it doesn't resonate with me and feel forced. This made me not trusting my intuition. Around early 2020, I made a "PAC draw box." It consists of numbers folded in papers. How it works is pretty much like a lucky draw box. There was this one pac about who is my fs. When I drew, I got pile 2. Fast forward, September 2021, I finally got my first paycheck and went to buy dice (it comes in a package of 7 types of dice: 4 sides, 6 sides, etc). So, I tried the 6-side-dice on the same video.

I got pile 2. I was stunned.

I threw the dice again after the first throw and got pile 2 again.

That means no matter what method I use, the past and the present still align (energy wise). Which also means I'm still walking the same path. That explains why I got the same result.

But let say I finally changed something in my present, and that change isn't aligned with my past anymore. My dice will roll & stop at a different number.

Can this be used as an example of "reading based on present energy" and "reading is timeless"?

-Nari 🌻

I have a bad case of not trusting my intuition 🙃

Please don't make me as I am very stubborn 😝

Okay, let's start from the first steps (IDC I'm more stubborn than you LOL):

1-the piles you took out of your intuition, didn't resonate cause they really didn't resonate (told you about stuff that isn't part of your life and you were like "uh nope, that's not me" all the time) or because they told you things you didin't want to hear/didn't align with your mind? Sometimes we get triggered, for different reasons: not just by the message itself but seen that you're not confident/trust yourself, you may only fear the message is not for you and therefore while reading, in the back of your mind, doubts keep rushing in even unconsciously and it may make you close off to the message (maybe the fact that you relied on "fate" through dices, relieved you from the stress of a choice and having to trust yourself, and made you accept the reading whatever it was about... it would be cool to check if your intuition would align with the dices, but ofc, the insecurity may pop in anyway at this point). 2-where you always grounded and stable while you where picking piles? I mean did you fear the result of the pile or you were tranquil "anyting goes, just tell me sth" -mood? I think you tend to stress a bit cause you really don't trust you first impulse, and therefore your intuition may go nuts anyway...

Tbh these things are important and to be kept in mind when evaluating if a pile is really not for us and why. It doesn't necessarily have to be your intuition wrong. Not to mention, if you force yourself to pick a pile when there is no message to a little one for you, it's hard for your intuition to decide a pile no matter what (and it will be wrong anyway). Trust yourself if you hear a "no" or a topic/reader doesn't call you.

Now, moving onto your specific question. All the readings are timeless because you can take them anytime in your life. They relate to how you feel, what are you working on, what you need, what you want in a specific moment of your life you happen to find them and take them (you can take now an old reading you didn't want to take a few years ago for any reason or because you found it now: it's all okay: present energy = the present moment in your life when you take a reading, today, tomorrow, in 3 years: it's always present energy for you: present today, present tomorrow, present in 3 years). If you keep having the same goal, the same problems, or you're searching for the same things and blablabla, it's likely that the pile will generally be the same cause you are staying in the same situation (your choice). BUT let's suppose it's a pac reading about healing and you took it a couple of times in around 5 months and always got pile 2; let's also suppose that after a trigger or a breakthrough in your real life, you start working on yourself and heal something that was mentioned in that pile 2 (e.g.). Let's now suppose that after a couple of months or more of work, you end up seeing that pac reading in your dashboard so you take it again: you may pick pile 1, and have a different message cause you healed what was mentioned in pile 2 and maybe now you need to focus on something else (according on the message of that pile 1 ofc). This is what I mean by you can use pacs to see where you are with your life and how it may be going.

The reading topic in your example is fs, therefore something in your future and something that doesn't strictly depend on solely you. (This said, it was present fo ryou the early 2020, and it was present for you September 2021. It is present today if you take it today, no matter what pile you get. The pile's choice depends on your actions, choices, things inside of you and how your present energy -in 2020, 2021, today- align with the energy read by the reader when they did the reading). If you changed something in your present life, and didn't align anymore with your future fs, you MAY get a different number, yes. BUT if you change something that has nothing to do with your future fs and how you two will get together or anything, you may even get the same number you always got anyway. Not every little change in your life will change your future that much. Plus, as said, if the reading is about your fs, it's not only on you: there's you and what you want in your person (it can change while healing/growing/after having different experiences/knowing yourself) ofc but there's also them and how they grow and change, heal, make experiences... if you two are still aligned, you may always get the same pile anyway. If you two are still aligned you may get a different pile but still recognize it's the same person cause of specific words/mentions/signs you can read in the pile. Or you can just change the type of person you want to have in your life and therefore get a different result cause of this (again, it depends on the specific topic of the reading too).

Does this help?

[celestriakle]

Hi! I found your at from a zine modding advice compilation doc. I am planning to make a zine, but I have no experience modding. I was wondering if I could get your advice on how to make realistic/fulfillable plans as a newbie?

Hi there! I'm in a zine mod advice doc? 0: I had no idea, could you send me a link? I'm curious!

So, I ran my zine solo and it was my first time running any sort of project like this. It was saddlestitched 30-40 pages (I don't remember exactly; this was several years ago) and we did merch: an enamel pin, a sticker sheet, a die-cut sticker, and two holographic prints. In the end, we made enough money to cover our costs and pay out $6 (approximately) to each contributor, but did not raise enough money to offer complimentary copies of the physical zine/merch. I was aiming to have enough for complimentary copies, which is why I'd call the project a semi-success.

This got long! But here's pretty much all the advice I got:

Know your audience. Is it a fandom zine? How big is the fandom? Original content zines will struggle more to gain interest. How big is YOUR platform, specifically? As lead, the onus is on you to get the word out at the start to attract contributors and potential buyers. Try to gauge how many copies you might sell from this. Lean conservative on your estimate and base your plan on that. (This is where interest checks come in!)

Pick your vendors. Familiarize yourself with the terminology they use. Compare and contrast prices and services using the sales estimate you devised in the last step. How long does shipping take? What is the policy if products come out defective? There are always going to be some defective products when producing en masse. Check reviews. Have you bought zines yourself? Contact the creators of zines you like and ask them which vendors they're using for their assorted products. (I had a great experience with mixam.) Don't forget to look into acquiring packaging and shipping costs (domestic and international)!

Decide how you're going to sell the zine. Kickstarter's great if you're using a vendor that has a set MOQ (minimum order quantity) or if you want to guarantee to be able to provide a certain level of compensation for your contributors, but it also takes a fee and means that, if you don't get enough orders, you have to start the campaign all over again. Bigcartel has more flexibility in terms of sales windows and such, but it's difficult to customize like kickstarter. Also, if you're using bigcartel and don't sell enough, you're on the hook for either refunding or fulfilling all the preorders you do get. You'll also need a stripe and paypal business account.

Make a budget. So you have an estimate of how many you think you'll sell. You know how much your vendors cost. You've accounted for your incidentals (kickstarter fee, packaging, gas to get to the post office, etc). Refer to other zines for what typical prices for your products are and set your prices based on that. (Analyzing what other zines are doing is generally a good idea.) What's the absolute minimum number of sales you need to cover costs? (Fewer orders usually increases production cost.) How many sales do you need to make to compensate your contributors? What will you do if there's excess money? What if it's not enough to split it among your contributors evenly? ($40 is a lot for one person, but it's basically nothing split 30 ways.) Are you going to make stretch goals?

Make a timeline. Interest check, contributor apps, concept submissions (you'll want to know what people are doing before they start working), periodic WIP checks to make sure everyone's on task (there will always be a few people who need to drop out), preorder period, manufacture time, shipping timeline. People will want to know what to expect, especially contributors. Ensure the contributors have plenty of time to work, since, chances are, they're effectively donating their time and effort. Keep in mind major holidays and school schedules; people will need more time if those are happening. Give yourself plenty of pillow space for unforseen issues, so you can stick to this timeline as much as possible throughout the process.

Have the full plan written out for your contributors before they arrive. Be clear and concise. Timeline, expectations in terms of content and behavior, instructions, how you're going to fulfill the zine, expected compensation. Not everyone knows how to prepare an image for print, so include that in your instructions. You're gonna want a discord for this. I also used google forms to manage check-ins and other such things.

Be involved, and COMMUNICATE. Talk to your contributors outside of check-ins. You're their hypeman! Hype them up! Make sure your passion's there for all to see! Nothing, and I mean nothing, kills a project faster than a disinterested/aloof leader. You'll also want to communicate any issues to contributors and buyers asap. It's not embarrassing; people will be patient (mostly) as long as they have communication. Silence is upsetting.

Consider marketing. I've written this as if you're going solo, but these next few bullets is why people usually run zines as a team. Once the contributor team is assembled, that's when you need to hit the bricks. There's a lot of waiting time and you need to gain a potential audience and keep them interested. Marketing is a weak point of mine, so I don't have much advice, but it's critical for the success of a zine. Contributors can advertise a little, but the bulk of that's on you. You'll want an account dedicated to the zine, I can say that much.

Is graphic design your passion? Even if a contributor is designing the cover, what will be on the inner page? The back cover? Do you have any writers contributing fic? That will need formatting. (Do you know how many words fit on a page? It's different depending on the size of the book.) You'll need to make some sort of credits page, or will you put credit information on the same page as each contribution? Quality graphic design can make or break marketing attempts.

Double check your contributors' work. There are going to make mistakes. Most people aren't used to preparing things for print. Having room for bleed (edges of an image that may be cut off during the printing process, or hidden when bound into a book) was a particular issue in my zine. Even if all this is written in your instructions, you'll get files with not enough bleed room, or in RBG (files must be in CMYK for print), or in too low a resolution (300 dpi minimum). Any issues need to be caught, corrected, and all the files compiled for submission to the printer.

Don't forget postage. I mentioned this briefly earlier, but don't forget to account for packaging and shipping in your budget and time. Things like pins can make a slim package too thick and change the postage class. You'll need room in your house to hold the product. You'll want to pack things to ensure nothing's dented or bent. I highly recommend against having a shipping mod, unless it's someone you know and trust very much. I've seen too many projects fall apart because a shipping mod ghosted or stole all the materials or similar issues.

Have a backup plan. What will you do if you only get five people wanting to be contributors? What if you don't sell enough to cover your costs? What if you get bad product? What if you don't hit the MOQ of your chosen vendor, or if they announce a spontaneous price change before you get your order in? Have answers!

Be confident. If you're not used to leadership, it can be weird to have everyone looking to you, but if you've prepared, then there's no reason to be nervous. The people you work with will respond to your energy, so put out those good vibes.

I enjoyed making my zine very much, but also, it was still very much work! I discovered I hate marketing and graphic design, and love the technical bits of arranging the vendors and budgeting and handling the materials. I probably wouldn't go solo again, but I'm glad I did it at least once because it taught me the ins and outs of every aspect. A lot of people, for their first zine, do digital only because, needless to say, physical product is complicated!

If you made it this far, congratulations. xD It felt nice laying out everything I learned; I hope it's just as useful for you to read.

Feel free to ask if you have any further questions!

[metalbuckaroo]

“don’t forget who you belong to” and “bend over and spread your legs” with maybe dbf!steve or mafia!Steve? 👀😳

Its sooo fucking hot that my brain is mush, so hopefully this isn't too bad.

Smutty Dbf Steve under the cut-18 plus ONLY

Steve watched from outside as you talked to one of his co-worker's son, standing in front of the sink in his kitchen to help clean up after the barbecue at his house.

A few people still lingering in his backyard in different conversations and helping with the mess that was left behind. But Steve couldn't seem to look away from the large window that gave him full view of how close the boy was standing.

You could feel the prying eyes, glancing from the dishes you were drying to meet Steve's burning gaze. A mischievous smirk tugging your lips as you turned to fully face the boy who was only a couple years older.

Steve sat down the trashcan he was throwing empty cups and packages in and walked to the backdoor, opening it just as your fingers grazed the arm of the man you were talking to.

The glare Steve gave made him back away, squeezing past Steve's broad form to go back outside.

Rolling your eyes, you went back to drying the dishes and stacking them at the side of the sink. Steve moving to stand behind you.

"What do you think you're doing?" You said quietly, looking out of the window to find where your dad was standing. "I was gonna ask you the same thing, honey."

His large hands gripped your hips, lips brushing the shell of your ear and placing a kiss just under your ear as he kept his eyes trained on what your father was doing. "Don't forget who you belong to." He said lowly, pressing his hips against you.

"Last I checked, I didn't belong to anyone." You quipped, one of his hands slipping between your thighs and up the front of your skirt. "Really now? You were telling me different just this morning." He hummed, a soft squeak passing your lips when the pads of his fingers ghosted over your clothed folds.

"That was before you ignored me for the whole day." You grumbled, trying to lean away from him, only to be pulled back into his sturdy chest. "Didn't know you were so needy for my attention, sweetie. I'll make it up to you, if ya want."

You could feel his chest rumbling with his deep voice, your breath catching in your throat when his soft lips brushed the side of your neck. "You look very pretty today. Did I tell you that already?" He hummed, your hands resting on his forearm that was around you. The thumb of his other hand rubbing the skin on your inner thigh.

"Yes, you did." You said softly, sucking in a sharp breath when his fingers slipped in the side of your underwear. "Steve-" you warned, swallowing thickly.

"Sh, someone's coming."

You let out a breath when he moved away, opening the fridge as the backdoor opened again. One of the neighbors walking in with a container of baked goods.

"I'm leaving these here for you, since you don't have someone to make any for you." She said, holding it out to him as he gave her that kind smile that crinkled his eyes.

"Thank you, so much." He said, holding a hand over his heart. "Any time you want more, just come on over."

Biting down on the inside of your cheek, you pulled the cabinet door open to start putting the dishes away. Ignoring the woman's flirty tone.

This is how it'd been for months since you moved back home after college. One encounter with the 6 foot something, sturdy built, blonde behind your dad's back led to many more.

Having filthy things whispered in your ear to make your heart race and breathing hitch before he was walking away, showing his sweet side that did nothing but crack jokes and want to help out.

Swearing one day, he'd break down and tell his best friend that he'd been seeing his daughter. Which made you nervous and excited all at once.

A brisk slap to your backside snapped you away from your thoughts, looking over at the winking blonde as he nodded his head towards the hallway.

One last glance out of the window and you were following behind him to his bedroom at the end of the hall.

"Bend over and spread your legs. Gotta make this fast." Steve ordered, gesturing his eyes to the dresser as his nimble fingers pulled at his belt.

Your stomach flipped in excitement, leaning on your forearms against the dark wood and doing as he said before your skirt was flipped up and panties pooled at your ankles.

Gently biting your lip, your head dropped forward, a soft moan passing your lips when his thick head slid through your folds.

"Shit-" you gasped out when he stretched your walls around him in a swift thrust, feeling your legs threatening to give out already from the fullness.

He didn't waste time to pick up speed, hips slamming into yours with huffed out moans. His calloused hands pawing at the front of your dress until your breasts spilled out so he could knead them in his palms.

"Unless you want everyone to hear the filthy sounds you make for me, be quiet." Steve said through gritted teeth, holding back his own groans from the way you were squeezing him so soon.

You mustered a nodded, biting your lips into your mouth and digging your nails into your palms in attempt to keep quiet. Not realizing that you were holding your breath until his hips slowed. "Breathe, angel." He panted, massaging down to your waist as you exhaled.

Steve leaned down to bite a mark into the skin just above the neckline of your dress, thrusts returning to the relentless pace from before as the pressure in your core started to crest higher and higher.

The only thing holding you up when the wave of white hot pleasure coursed your veins being Steve's grip on your waist as you choked back a moan.

His fingers dug into your sides, hips grinding into yours as he filled you with ropes of his thick release and the zipper of his jeans scratched the backs of your thighs.

He slipped out of you with a satisfied hum, not realizing how wobbly your legs were when he let go to pull your underwear back up.

Your knees buckled and his hand reached to press against your stomach. "Woah, now. Dont fall, I got ya." He said, waiting until you were standing steady before bending to slip your underwear back up your legs.

"We should probably get back out there." You sighed, turning to face him. "Mhm," he cradled your face in his hands, placing a light kiss to your lips. "We'll tell him soon, sweetheart."

💙 💙 💙 💙 💙 💙

Taglist: @eireduchess @commonintrest @cxddlyash (just doing a couple mutuals bc I'm not sure if everyone in my full taglist would wanna read steve)

[deexchanel]

As she should.

Word Count: 1,123

Pairing: Steve Rogers x BlackFem!Reader

Warning: Swearing, Jealousy, and Fluff.

Summary: Y/N comes to one of Tony Stark's parties looking bad as ever after her breakup with Steve, as she should.

A/N: Remember ladies, you are that bitch forever and always :) Once again gave a her a good ass outfit to show Steve what he’s missing.

“Is he here?” Y/N checked her makeup in Natasha’s mirror. Romanoff put on her heels so they could leave the room.

“That was one of the dumbest questions you just asked Y/N.”

Y/N huffed, running her hand on her slick back.“I’m just nervous, I haven’t seen him in like 6 months.”

"You nervous? The Y/N Y/L/N is nervous to see Rogers? This so shocking." Natasha remarked back, putting lipstick on her lips. Afterward, she bent over checking her phone. Y/N took that opportunity to smack her hand against Natasha's ass making her yelp.

"Y/N!"

"I saw the opportunity and took it."

Natasha rolled her eyes, rubbing her now throbbing ass. Y/N shrugged not bothered by her grumpiness.

"So you're mad at me for doing but when Bruce does it, it's alright? I demand equality!"

"Y/N hush."

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Y/N walked in as the life of the party. All eyes were on her which she enjoyed to the max. "Excuse me." She said nicely nudging against the large frame that stood in front of the bar. He wasn't in the way but he wasn't using the spot so Y/N wanted it.

"My apologies- Y/N?" Steve turned around to see his ex-girlfriend standing in front of him. She mentally cursed for not noticing that it was him.

"Hi, Steve."

Y/N took in his features. He was larger since the last time she's seen him. Steve's beard was nicely groomed, his hair was a little bit longer, and he smelled wonderful. His nice looks were reeling her in and it took Y/N all her strength to not bring his sexy ass into a bathroom.

Steve was thinking the same thing. The way she was looking at him made his knees weak. "Y/N what are you doing here?"

"Well, I came to come party Stark style. Is that alright with you?" Y/N stood next to him, putting her weight against the bar. Steve bit his lip looking at her dress, she looked god damn amazing.

"Uh yeah, it's alright with me. Y/N you look-"

"Steve, are you still coming to the dance floor?" He was cut off by Emma who is someone who has been wanting Steve forever. Y/N despises her because she was one of the reasons they broke up. "Oh Y/N I didn't know you were here."

"Yeah, I've been here for bout an hour now." Y/N gave her a fake smile while the tension grew between the three. Steve scratched his neck out of awkwardness.

"Well, I'll talk to you later Y/N."

"No, he won't, bye Y/N."Emma grabbed his hand, pulling him to the dance. Y/N turned around to the bartender, "Give me whatever strong."

To admit, she was very jealous but Y/N didn't want to show that Emma got under her skin. So she held her composure and did one thing that came here to do and that was to party.

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"Another!"Both Y/N and Thor yelled holding up their drinking glasses.'. She was placed directly in his lap, drinking as well. Steve watched in jealous how she was moving in Thor's lap probably making him hard.

"Steve are you okay? You're staring mighty hard." Emma rubbed his hand but he moved back not taking his eyes off Y/N.

"I'm alright."

Y/N went from drinking with Thor to letting guys lick alcohol from between her breast to dancing with any random guy on the dance floor. Steve watched it all.

"Woah calm down big guy, you're going to break the glass."Bucky patted his back taking Steve out of his trance.

"I'm not, I just..." Steve sigh taking a sip of his alcohol. "I want to kill every guy that touches her Bucky but she isn't mine anymore and Y/N knows what she's doing."

"You don't go with Emma right?" Bucky sat down beside him. Steve scoff drowning the rest of his drink. "She's obsessed with me and I don't want her. I want and desire Y/N."

Being the good best friend he is, Bucky gave him advice. "Go get your girl back man. You love and miss her dearly so get a shot of something strong then fuck the shit out of her. It's a really simple plan."

Steve narrowed his eyes at him, "She doesn't want anything to do with me Bucky."

"You don't know that."Bucky slid him a shot of something that he didn't recall. "Now go get your girl back."

Without second thoughts, Steve took the shot then got up from the bar going over to Y/N on the dance floor. Bucky watched him like a proud parent.

Steve clenched his jaw seeing her ass grind against another dude's package. "Y/N let's go." Y/N stopped dancing, tilting her head.

"What? Steve what are you doing??"

"You're leaving with me."Steve grabbed her hand but the guy she was dancing with grabbed her waist.

"I think it's pretty obvious that the woman doesn't want to leave with you." He said but Y/N looked at him confused too because who was he to take up for her. She didn't even know who he was. Y/N pulled his hand off her waist, "Uhh excuse me sir, you don't have anything to do with this so hush."

"I was just trying to help you bitch." He pushed Y/N which Steve didn't tolerate. Without thinking, Steve punched him. Y/N gasp, covering her mouth.

Steve leaned down to him on the floor,"Disrespect my girl and I won't hesitate to give you another black eye." He stood up grabbing Y/N arm dragging her out of the party to the balcony. "This why I don't like you wearing this without me Y/N."

"You just punched some guy and you're worried about what I'm wearing?!? You just embarrassed me, Steve!" Y/N snatched away from him, angry.

"Embarrassed you? Y/N you've been showing your ass all night like I wasn't there." Steve creased his brow, raising his voice a bit.

"Steve we aren't together!!! I'm single! Get that through your head!"Y/N was now yelling at him. Steve shook his head.

"You're not single Y/N. You're mine." He grabbed her waist pulling her closer to him. Y/N wasn't going down that easy, she pushed against his strong chest but his grip stayed firm.

"Steve we broke up! I can do whatever the fuck I want!"

The couple stared into each other eyes, the way Steve looked at Y/N sent chills down her spine."I will hurt any guy that looks at you or even tries to touch you. Every part of you belongs to me Y/N." He kissed down her neck, knowing exactly where her sweet spot was.

"Do you understand me?"

Y/N moaned out in pleasure, running her hands through his hair. "Y-Yes."

Steve's large hand smacks against her ass. "Yes, what?"

"Yes, Daddy."

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Y'all this took me too damn long to write lmaoo

I don't really like it but oh well.

I should've written smut but my head hurt too damn bad to write anymore. To my girl @kalopsia-flaneur, here's your possessive steve. I hope you like it cause ya girl attempted it.

stay slutty my friends.

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

💎💍TO CATCH A THIEF💍💎

Prompt: Inspired by the song: To Catch A Thief by Lovage

Word Count: Really Long, girl 😩

Pairings: 1930’s Mob! Roman Reigns x Reader

Warnings: Cursing, smut (implied), murder, manipulation.

Tagging: @ziasaph , @marlananicole , @akiko-tanaka , @nicolewoo , @saccreigns , @mindofasagittaruis , @reigns-5sos , @auawdo , @lustyromantic , @babydee17 , @yungbludjazz360

Notes: As cliche as it sounds, I’m a truly lover of music and love different genres. I love to be able to show different types of bands/ projects/ music that sometimes people might not even know exists. So this little fic is inspired by one of my favorite music projects EVER: LOVAGE (it has Mike Patton on it, so of course I would love it! The man has been my musician crush since I was 9 years old! And he’s amazing, so). Y’all know the drill loves,sorry for misspellings,english isn’t my first language (bla bla bla),check out my other stories if you’d like to(it would make your girl here very happy 😊) You can check them out on my Masterlist. Okay,now let’s get to the fun part, shall we? Hope you’ll enjoy 😉

Of course I’ve heard of them and of course they’ve caught my interest! The Reigns’s and Uso’s were one of the biggest gangsters families among the USA, who were responsible for the biggest robberies across the country.

The current rumors spreading around the neighborhood swore they were here, hiding from the authorities, in our small little town.

And I would give anything to meet one of them. As the daughter of a prostitute, my only fate was to follow my mother’s footsteps but I am more ambitious than that! The only way to prosper in life is to be completely feared. Be feared not respected as Machiavelli himself taught. And I know, for a fact that, that is completely true! Growing up in the red light neighborhood had proved to be quite the life lesson, actually. ‘Don’t trust the police’, ‘Make alliances with criminals’, ‘Trust no one’, ‘Don’t snitch’, ‘You never hear or see anything’, ‘Mind your own business’, ‘Don’t allow people to mind YOUR business’, ‘Show no emotions’, ‘Always be smarter than your enemies’, were a few of those rules. People think that, for a woman to be perfectly successful in the 1930’s she needs to be a trophy wife, nothing more than a beautiful face with zero brains and a pair of open legs to a rich husband. But they are wrong! You see, any woman can use her beauty and charm to manipulate and conquer whatever she wants, but she can only maintain that manipulation power if she’s smart enough. I’ve had the town mayor, Mr. Heyman, gift me a beautiful diamond crown (that originally was meant to be his wife’s birthday present) just with some charm and sweet nothings whispered to him. I didn’t needed to warm his bed for it, I just had to be smart enough to understand his weaknesses and say the right words! I know what I want, so I get it, and believe me when I say: I will have Roman Reigns all to myself.

Things were disappearing in my neighborhood

Once again somebody was up to no good

I saw that you were wanted, but not like I wanted you

And that's when I knew I had to be with you

And that's when I knew if I didn't, I'd be through

To end my grief I'd have to catch a thief

Your love was my relief my love is your release.

Ah! Mayor Heyman’s high society ‘charity gala balls’ (aka meet your husband’s new mistress), were the most futile yet amusing events of this town. I wasn’t a high society woman, economically speaking but again I’m good at saying the right things to the right people. So it’s no surprise to see my name in the mayor’s guest list.

I entry the big doors of the city hall wearing my most recently acquisition: an emerald green velvet dress (gifted by the Senator John), my high heels (Another gift from Mr. Smith, the banker) and my hand purse (from the all so lovely Mayor Heyman)...Speak of the Devil.

“Y/N” He greeted

“Oh, Mayor Heyman. What an honor” I smiled sweetly

“Believe me, it’s my honor, dear” He kisses my hand in an flirtatious way. And it’s a good thing I’m great at keeping my gag reflex in control.

“Oh please, I’m the one who has to thank you for always reminding little old me for your tremendously chic events. I can’t express my gratitude enough for you always having so much compassion in your heart!” I scoot closer to him, slightly fixing his tie “It is such a shame that you’re a married man, mayor Heyman, I would have loved to be your wife” I whispered softly

He gulped “I can change that” He smirked

“Oh please, mayor!” I stepped back with a offended look on my face “As a Christian woman, I cannot support divorce! That is some type of thinking that will lead us directly back to sodom and gomorrah! I can’t believe you just said that to me” I make the sign of the cross

“I am so sorry, Y/N it was not my intention-“

“I am not a prostitute or a home wrecker, mayor Heyman! I am a woman devoted to the Lord and I will not accept or tolerate that type of language or insinuations towards me!”

“I am deeply sorry Y/N, I truly am! Let me make it up to you. Here” He fastly signed a blank check “Please take this”

“I can’t” I whisper, pretending embarrassment

“Please, Y/N! It’s the least I can do. You can use it for whatever you want, no matter the price. I could never offend you! You’re such an amazing woman. Please accept it!” His pleading eyes let me know I had him hooked.

I ‘reluctantly’ accepted “Well, thank you, so much” I murmur with tears upon my eyes

“No, I’m the one who has to thank you, for dismissing my ogre behavior” He smiled “I’ll leave you now, so you can fix your makeup”

“Thank you, mayor Heyman”

Once he’s out of my sight, I can drop the naïve girl routine.

“Impressive” A deep male voice spoke from behind me

When I turn around, my knees almost failed me... it was him.

“I beg your pardon?” I ask

“The little stunt you just did with the mayor, was truly impressive. I swear that if I didn’t saw you get out of your naïve christian woman character I would have one hundred percent believed too” He smirked

“Mr. Reigns. That’s a compliment coming from you”

“You know who I am”

I shrugged “I’ve heard a few things here and there”

He gets closer to me, until our faces almost touched

“Yeah? Tell me, Y/N. That’s your name right?” He asked and I nodded

“What have you heard, Y/N?”

“How your the head of the table on your family’s business” I mumbled

“How does a woman like you, know about my family’s business, Y/N?” He walks forward, making me step back until I my back reached a closed door.

“I was raised on the streets”

Roman’s eyebrows raise in surprise “Really? You don’t seem like the streets type” He said, caressing my cheek.

“I had to learn how to be more polished if I didn’t wanted to become a hooker”

“I see” He buried his nose on my neck, inhaling deeply my perfume as his hands rested on my waist “And I imagine your perfume is also a result from a similar scene with the mayor” Roman whispered in my ear

“The senator not the mayor” I cackled

He amusingly laughs on my ear “You have friends in high places, huh?” His hands moved up, cupping my breasts through the dress

“People use what they have, Mr. Reigns” I look into his eyes “You use you intimidating strength” I squeeze his biceps “And I use my womanly charm” I batted my lashes “They’re both means to an end”

Come into my window

It's open every night

That's where I'll be waiting

I'll keep off all the lights

I'm lying on my bed

Crown jewels on my head

The loud knocks on my front door made me quickly get up. Going down the stairs I can see a tall manly figure waiting for me to come and answer. I grab my Colt 1908 Pocket Hammerless gun from the little drawer on my cupboard.

Placing my finger on the trigger I opened the door.

“Yes?” I ask harmlessly

“Mrs. Y/N?” The tall Samoan man asked

I nodded once

“My name is Jey and I’m here in behalf of Mr. Reigns”

I nodded again

“Why don’t you come and take a ride with me?” Jey coldly smiled

I'd never give you up

So come in from the cold, let your guard down

I'd hide you from the cops

Don't be frightened now my love

I'll take the life of crime, all to make you mine

The hotel room is big, fancy and very expensive by the looks of it. If I had to take a lucky guess, I would say that he’s not paying for anything in here, it is all a curtesy from the mayor.

“I’m glad you came” Roman smiles

“Did I had a choice?” I tilted my head

“No, you didn’t” He chuckled “Can I offer you anything to drink?”

“Are you going to drug me if I say yes?” I joke

“Depends on your answer to my proposal” He smirked

“Proposal?”

“Yes” Roman got up from his chair coming to stand in front of me

“You see, Y/N. You’re a very, very interesting woman. Ambitious, smart, charming, intelligent and gorgeous. You’re not easily scared, in fact, it looks like you enjoy danger” He pulled me closer to him, until our bodies were pressed together “I could use a woman like you in my business. At the gala ball you told me about your goals in life and I could see with my own eyes you successfully work your magic on every men in that room. So, what I propose to you is: come with me, I’m leaving town tomorrow and I would like for you to come with me, be a part of my team, use your looks and your brain to our favor.”

“And what’s in it for me?” I asked

“Money, power, jewels...Anything you want” He sincerely said

“What if I would like to add you to that package?” I whispered

Come in off that roof top

You're so handsome dressed in black

See you in the shadows

I'd like to see you on your back

Take this precious treasure

And I will treasure you

Roman smirked “So be it! If you want me too, then you can have me”

He leaned down, capturing my lips in a famished kiss. Pushing me down on the bed, his broad body hovering over mine, grinding, kissing, biting, panting, pounding and moaning until the first rays of sunshine from the next day peaked through the curtains...

6 MONTHS LATER

“What do you say about we take a drink, Mrs. Reigns?” Tony, my husband’s arch enemy and Capo of the Italian Mob asked

“I would love to” I smile sweetly as I hook my arm in his. Going to the back alley.

“I figured it was already time for you to leave that husband of yours for a real man, you know? And I knew you would come to me, sugar” Tony winked

“You’re right, Tony. I do need a real man” I smirked to the shadows when the gun fired.

Tony’s body fell down by my side on the dirty alley street

“But you didn’t thought you were that man, right?” I cackled

Roman’s arm circle around my waist, pulling me closer to him.

“Hello Tony” He smiled “Did you really thought you could have her?” Roman chuckled “C’mon, we both know she’s too much of a woman for you! You can’t handle it! I bet you’re regretting to have thought with your dick now, don’t you?”

“She will leave you eventually Reigns. Just wait for it!” Tony spat

I pressed my high heel on his chest wound, pressing it down and making Tony scream in agony

“You watch your mouth, you fucking fat pig! You know nothing, you ARE NOTHING! I would never leave Roman for you” I laugh “I will never leave him for anyone” I smile at him, aiming to his head and pressing the trigger right afterwards.

We'll run away my dear

Some place special have no fear

We'll even change our names

We'll be kinky, we'll be strange

I'll take the life of crime, all to make you mine

All to catch a thief

Your love is my relief, my love is your release

Your love is my relief, my love is your release

All to catch a thief

“You are perfect” Roman whispered, kissing me vigorously in front of Tony’s dead body. “C’mon. Let’s get out of here” He opened the passenger door of his Rolls Royce and I enter it.

Once we’re driving through the highway he says

“I can’t wait for us to get to the hotel” Roman kisses my hand, intertwining our fingers “I’m going to fuck you senseless” He growls

And I can’t help the happiness smile that spreads on my lips..

[fuck-customers]

Things customers don't know/understand

how to read signs that are clearly displayed and in multiple languages

what "corporate policy" means. It means NO WE ARE NOT ALLOWED TO DO THAT EVER OR WE WILL BE FIRED

The difference between "appreciated" and "mandatory"

what "reduced shipment" means

what "we are open to the public" means

what "we are completely out no we don't have more in the back" means

what six feet looks like

what they want

what "WE CLOSE AT 6 PM" means

what "the middle aisle" means in a store with THREE FUCKING AISLES!!! JUST THE THREE!!! LITERALLY NO ROOM FOR CONFUSION!!! LITERALLY POINTING RIGHT THE HELL AT IT!!

how to pick between 2 registers that both have someone at them doing nothing. YES MY REGISTER IS "OPEN" WE ONLY HAVE THE TWO I'M NOT JUST STANDING HERE FOR FUN

What "on the pinpad in front of you" means

No I'm not going to stop in the middle of a transaction and leave a customer at the counter to show you where the hair dye or shampoo is (WE HAVE ENTIRE AISLES OF BOTH THAT ARE CLEARLY VISIBLE THIS STORE IS TINY Y'ALL) (also I KNOW these people are not blind or vision impaired)

how to start a convo or politely ask a question without interrupting or cutting us off

how to listen to an answer after they ask a question

that bleach and peroxide ARE DANGEROUS CHEMICALS

there is a limited supply of products on the planet

I can't read their minds

I can't imagine whatever color they've invented in their head or saw on Instagram

WE AREN'T A DAMN SALON??? WHERE DO YOU SEE ANY CHAIRS OR SINKS??? WE ALSO DON'T DO FUCKING PIERCINGS??? "Do you guys do piercings?" no "oh so there's no room back there or anything for piercings?" I'LL GIVE YOU ONE GUESS

 I make $10 an hour. I'm not a doctor/expert beautician/IT personnel/CEO/Manager/ect. 

THIS AIN'T SEPHORA MY DUDE so NO this $7 foundation is not going to be as good as the $70 stuff ur fave beauty gurus get paid to use

The miracle cure for aging doesn't exist and if it did it wouldn't be at a glorified drug store for less than $10

We don't have samples for our make up, you're literally just destroying property and risking people's lives when you literally RIP OFF THE PROTECTIVE PACKAGING to "swatch" our make-up

Our hair color swatches ARE NOT REMOVABLE STOP FUCKING BREAKING THEM BC YOU'RE TOO STUPID TO JUST MOVE UR HEAD

this is STORE and things will cost MONEY

when ur kids breaks/spills something maybe have the decency to NOT FUCKING STEP IN IT AND TRACK IT ALL OVER THE STORE

please don't scream at/curse out/hit your kids. Especially not in front of me and a store full of people.

That there are 6 different people who work here and none of us are here every damn day

I am not responsible for what my coworker told you when I wasn't even working that day

we are not responsible for what happens to your hair if you deliberately don't follow the instructions or follow advice

if you're checking out at the register maybe PAY ATTENTION AND DON'T FUCKING WANDER AWAY TO LOOK AT OTHER SHIT YOU'RE NOT EVEN GONNA BUY??? LIKE I NEED TO TAKE YOUR MONEY??? WHERE ARE YOU GOING???

IF YOU SPIT YOUR FUCKING GUM OUT ON THE FLOOR OF A STORE YOU ARE TRASH PERDIODT AND I HOPE YOU GET HIT BY A BUS

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Shadamy Snippet: Emergency Meeting Pt. 1

Author's Note:

This Shadamy snippet used to be a Teaser Snippet for Chapter 6. I wasn't planning for it to be part of the story at all. It was just a old deleted scene that I wanted to share to give you, the audience, a broad idea about the upcoming chapter. However, after my sister read the teaser, she insisted that it be apart of the story. So, after some tweaks, the former Teaser Snippet is now apart of Chapter 6!

I hope you enjoy it! 😁 Art by @drawloverlala

Inside Dodon Pa's Mansion

[Normal p.o.v.]

After Metal and Rouge parted ways to look for Devious, Rouge started wandering through the different crowded rooms and corridors of the mansion. There were four levels to the mansion and Rouge was currently on the main floor. Metal ventured to levels 3 and 4, leaving Rouge to explore the others.

King Donda Pa was never one who lacked in abundance and his mansions were likewise. Each one was styled to attribute the environment that surrounded them, and the one Rouge was in was no different.

The mansion was large and fanciful, displaying the breath of winter. The hallways were long and wide and painted a calm blue. Tall windows filled the rooms and corridors showcasing the fierce blizzards outside. 

The halls were decorated with broad tapestries of cream and royal blue, and the floor was polished marble. The rooms were equally vast with crystal chandilers, honed marble floors and many assortment of decor to accent the rooms.

Rouge scanned the multitude of faces as she made her way throughout the main floor. Everywhere Rouge went she was surrounded by Mobians, both good and bad. Everyone seemed cordial enough, but the bat knew better. She could just feel the tension in the air. 

Rogue would have been lying to herself if she said this whole affair wasn't the least bit unsettling. It was just a matter of time before something or someone causes the inevitable. 

 It took a whole hour, but she had finally explored all of the main floor. Rouge still hadn't found her man though. It was time for her to switch tactics.

Just then her communicator picked up a male voice.

"We can't celebrate yet. We still need Rouge to do her part." 

It was the voice of Slinger the Ocelot.

"Don't you worry your pretty head about me, Ocelot." Rouge cooed, "I'm already in the mansion, and I've got to say, this mysterious dealer knows how to put on a party! I'm surprised that Dodon Pa even allowed this event! But seeing that he never takes sides...I guess it's not too surprising."

"Hey Rouge!" a female voice squealed through her eyepiece. 

Rouge immediately smiled. It was Salkia, her sweet little student. Well, she wasn't little anymore, but Rouge couldn't get the cute little 10 year old out of her head, who wanted to learn how to kick but. 

"If any of the food looks good, save me some! Okay!?" Salkia asked.

"Will do, honey!"

Slinger gave out a groan.

"Just stay focused, alright!"

Rouge rolled her eyes. She could tell he was in one of his moods again.

"Relax, Slinger. No need to get snippy!" she said.

"Yeah! We all know you're jealous!" Salkia added. 

"Mm hmm!" Rouge smiled.

Slinger released another groan, which made Salkia giggle. She knew she shouldn't be teasing Slinger when he's like this, but he's been acting like a big grump the whole day. And she was tired of it! 

Salkia and Rouge continued to pester Slinger with their giggles, until he finally spoke.

"That's not the reason why!" Slinger argued.

This made Rouge and Salkia both fall silent. They knew what he was talking about. [Author: Chapter 4 reference] No one spoke for sometime.

Rouge sighed and decided to change the subject and break the awkward silence.

"By the way, what do you mean by 'Rouge needs to do her part'? You two are the ones assigned to get the package! I'm just here in case there's a slip-up."

"And to secure our escape route!" Slinger emphasized.

"Which I already have covered!" Rouge insisted, "Now you stay focused on your job, while I stay on mine."

Slinger sighed. "Fine. We'll contact you when the package is secured."

Rouge's communicator went silent and she continued to make her way through the crowd, as different fragments of conversations caught her ears. 

"I wonder what makes this relic so powerful?" asked a female.

"Whatever it is I bet it's worth a fortune!" another spoke.

"Everyone's assuming that this relic has power, but for all we know, it could be a hunk of junk!"

"Well, if that were true, then Dodon Pa wouldn't have allowed this event to take place in his mansion in the first place."

Well, would you look at that!, Rouge laughed to herself. It seems everyone's here to get their hands on the relic. Huh! Too bad none of them will have a chance to see it!  

"What I really want to know" a male's voice began, grabbing her attention, "is who this mysterious dealer is? He clearly doesn't care who gets the relic as long as he's getting paid. And I for one, don't trust those kinds of people. If I'm going to get that relic, I need to first know who I'm dealing with." 

"Smart guy." Rouge whispered, as she approached the stairs to the second floor. 

"Okay Rouge, enough eavesdropping. You got a Mobian to find." 

Once atop the second floor, she looked about and immediately identified this level as the party floor. The music was louder here and gambling tables, slot vendors, pool tables and the like were scattered throughout the joining rooms. Rouge felt like she had walked into a casino.

Rouge peered over the corridor's open railing, and took one last look at the faces below, trying to find the one Mobian who would know how to pinpoint Devious. But she had no such luck. Rouge sighed. She knew it was a long shot. This guy was wanted after all, but Rouge couldn't ignore her strong hunch that he'd be here. 

Rouge gritted her teeth in frustration.

Where is he!?

Time was of the essence. She and Metal only had a limited amount of time to locate Devious, before Salkia and Slinger collected the relic. If her sources were correct, the best and only person who could find Devious quickly would be his favorite broker.

Rouge looked over the crowd again, but she still couldn't spot her man.

That cat could be hiding anywhere! I better check in with Metal to see how he's doing.

"Metal, honey? This is Rouge. Do you copy?"

There was no answer. 

"Metal, come in! This is Rouge. Did you find anything?"

Still silence. Rouge was about to try again, when a deep sinister voice startled her from behind. 

"Looking for someone in particular, my dear?"

Rouge spun around to come face to face with the infamous psychic magician Mammoth Mongul. 

His large tan trunk was almost touching her nose. Rouge could smell thick expensive cologne and winsted.

It was never easy to frazzle this bat; she has faced many dangers before, all without hesitation. Some, even close to death, but Rouge also knows when she's met her match. 

The hairy elephant towered over the bat, making her appear small and insignificant. Mongul's dark green orbs pierced through Rouge's teal eyes, paralyzed her. She remained in his gaze for ten full seconds.

A small smile slowly crept on the mammoth's face. Was Rouge terrified? Yes. Did she want to scream and fly away to safety? Yes. Was she going to show it? Not on her life!

The Bat released herself from Mongul's spell; eyes sparkling with defiance, as she matched the beast's smile with her own.

"I'm surprised at you, Mongul!" Rouge scolded, "You of all people should know not to be here! It could be dangerous for you." 

Mongul smiled at the bat's attempted threat, and decided to give one of his own.

"My dear, Rouge. I appreciate your concern but I can assure you that I am not the one who is in the least bit of danger."

"Is that so?" Rouge questioned, trying to sound unaffected by his words, "Well, even still! I would think you would send one of your mindless followers to get the relic for you to save you the trouble."

"Don't be so quick to judge, bat. I have sent one of my men to take care of the relic. I'm here for a different reason, and being here is no trouble at all."

Rouge raised a painted brow, "Oh?" 

"Yes. Just like you, I'm looking for someone, a colleague of mine." Mongul leaned down to bring his face closer to Rouge's ear. "And perhaps", he whispered "my colleague is the same pink cat dealer you're looking for." 

Rouge took a step back. 

How does he know about Locky!? 

Rouge swallowed, as her heart raced.

"I'm sorry, who?"

"No need to hide it, Rouge! Someone of your acquaintance told me all about it."

Rouge gasped.

Oh no, Metal! 

"No need to worry about your robot friend, my dear; he's perfectly safe. But I know he'll appreciate your concern." 

As he said this, Mongul's eyes met Rouge's and his distinct facial features began to pixelate before her. It was just for a brief moment, but Rouge could clearly see the face of her comrade. 

"..."

"..."

"Metal, …" Rouge whispered, "I'm gonna knock your bolts right out of you! And turn you into scrap!"

Metal Sonic quickly returned to his cloned form and moved out the way, before a slap could be delivered to his face. Some guests saw the scene and were shocked at Rouge's bravery.

"Why so anger?..." Metal Sonic questioned. His voice was just above a whisper. "Did I scare you?"

"Shut. Up." Rouge growled.

"Okay, okay! I just came down to tell you some news." Metal rose to his full cloned height and peered down at Rouge.

"Then start talking!"

"Not here." Metal instructed, still holding Mongul's deep voice. "Follow me."

Metal brought Rouge to a quiet room somewhere on the second floor. It wasn't like the ballroom, like the other rooms Rouge been in. This was a study. It was large in comparison to most studies, but it was still a study, none the less. 

Once both were safely inside with the door locked, Rouge turned to Metal.

"Now, talk!"

"Why are you still angry?" Metal still was using Mongul's voice. 

"Metal, stop with the cloning for one second and talk to me!"

Metal sighed, and returned back to his normal self. Rouge let out a small breath she didn't realize she was holding. Rouge folded her arms, waiting to hear her comrade's message.

"I was surprised at how many Mobians came to Dodon Pa's Mansion." Metal said simply." 

"That's what you wanted to tell me!?" Rouge screamed.

"Rouge, if you do not wish for us to be discovered in a restricted area, I suggest you lower the volume of your voice." 

"I'll start lowering my voice, when you stop messing around! Now, tell me why you brought me here!?"

There was a silence in the air, as each stared at the other.

"I found him." Metal calmly spoke.

"What?"

"I found him." Metal repeated, "I found Locky."

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Exsert from Shadamy fanfic "12 Years Later: A New Dawn". You can read the rest of this chapter and more on Wattpad, DeviantArt, Quotev, or Webnovel.

[plaguedsoulrealism]

Twins

This is based off of a dream that I had. The dream story is below the drawing.

⚠️Contains Suicide⚠️

I have received a gift from someone who I didn't know. It came with instructions in the box and I have read it. It's a mystery box and you can randomly get any doll, so I have opened it up. I received a doll that where conjoined twins with ginger hair, button eyes and their right arms and hips where connected. I read another piece of paper that came with the doll and it had some back story to them. The paper said:

This doll has been cursed so you must follow these instructions:

‘One of the twins must die and it can be your choice on who dies. If you do not choose for one to die fate will decide for them. The other cases on how one can die is by suffication, suicide or when the twin kills their other twin. If one of them don't die in 10 days or less misfortune will bring up on you. And based on one of the twins death and day of death things will happen to you so choose wisely on how their death comes.

- The days start counting down after opening.’

I knew I was screwed I just opened the package and now my life is possibly on the line. Then suddenly:

"You must choose between one of us or bad things will come to you."

"You guys can talk?" I asked.

They where silent after I said that but I really don't know what is going on and I don't even know why this is happening. Then I turned around. The doll was hung by nooses on a hook. The noose had two sides but they where joined together. Each head had a noose and I swore I saw them slowly being torn apart. I was sad I had to see them like this and I wanted both of them to live.

"If you let both of us live even worse things can happen."

I can't believe what they said that can't happen, can it? I let them be and let fate take them.

Everyday I always interacted with them till it's time and they seemed like really nice boys. Their names was Xavier and Xander. Xavier was more reserved and Xander was more bubbly but he is still usually silent. It's sad that one of them has to go and it seems so heart breaking for me to imagine one of them dying.

The time has come finally the 10th day but no one had passed yet. I was worried for myself and them. I do not want any of them to die but at the same time I don't want bad things to happen. At night I heard a strange noises. It was like whisper but raspy and wordless. I checked on the boys and one of them had died. I was in tears and it seemed that Xavier had killed his twin.

"Did Xavier plan to slaughter Xander?" I asked myself.

I was sad that Xander had passed but I was furious that Xavier had killed his own twin. But I was glad that Xavier was still alive. The next morning when I checked on Xavier he had seperated from his brother but he was missing a leg and 3/4 of an arm. I set Xavier down but Xavier refused and went back on the hook next to his dead brother who now is just hanging there with blood dripping from him.

"I miss my brother" said Xander.

I asked "Is there an actually reason on why you had to kill Xander?"

Xavier replied "I was made by a doll maker but he had mistakenly made conjoined twins which was me and Xander. We were tossed out since he figured no one wanted us along with some other misfit dolls listed in the booklet you have received. There is only 6 of us among the misfit dolls."

Xander had paused and looked down. I was scared because something didn't feel right.

"Xavier are you ok?"

Xavier got off his end of the rope and had something behind his back.

"It's your turn."