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slippinninque · 1 year ago

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Fontaine likes pretty things

(and yes, that includes you too)

Soo, I don't even know where this came from? Maybe two things.

I just imagined Fontaine seeing something and going 'my baby would look good in that shit'.

And Fontaine would be his lady's #1 fan. Like, no questions asked.

(I also feel like he'll have some unconventional likings, y'know? i don't know lmao it's late)

I'm not sure how long it is, but I sure hope you enjoy it! All feedback appreciated!

warnings: 18+, cursing, use of the n-word, smoking, over all rambling of a sleep deprived writer

Your hair was finally the way you wanted.

Taking a step back, you couldn't resist putting your hands on your hips and muttering to yourself,

"Well, damn it he was right."

You looked good.

Plumb purple and soft, the lace basque was dotted with shimmering golden beading. The sweeping pattern accentuated the softness of your middle, the shapeliness of your thighs.

It wasn't that you didn't like your body, lingerie just made you feel...pressured to look perfect. This was different, though. Way different. You even added a spritz of your favorite perfume

The delicateness of the fabric had you nervous to put it on, but now that you were encased in it--you felt sensual. You felt--

"You gonna come out here and lemme see?"

You jumped and answered reflexively, "Yes!"

Fuck.

Before you could stall any longer, you left the bathroom and followed the low sound of music to the front room.

Fontaine made a noise like he felt something good just by looking at you.

He sat in the armchair puffing on a blunt as he rolled another, little clouds crowning him as he took his fill of you.

Fontaine took charge as soon as you came home from work. He had dinner waiting and a bath, only asking that you wear what was in the box that was placed on the sink's counter.

You came close enough to touch, "Well?"

Fontaine hummed and tilted his head to meet your gaze with open look of smug desire, "Don't 'well' me, girl. You like it, right?"

You bunched up your lips, looking around the living room with a neutral hum. You couldn't make it too easy for him.

He reached out to brush the backs of his knuckles along the lacey designs before him, "You said to me that if I got you something that you fuck with, I can get as much of it for you as I wanted."

Ah, fuck. "I did, I-I did say that."

"So that means...what?"

You felt the smile but aimed it up at the ceiling, "Means I can't say nothing but thank you when you bring it to me."

"Hn. Bet you didn't think your man was gonna know what you like?" Fontaine made a show of shaking his head, as if disappointed.

"Oh stop, it ain't gonna stop you from rubbing it in." You said, waving him away.

"Damn straight."

Fontaine slipped the blunt between your fingers, distracting you long enough for him to reach onto the side table to grab a thin box.

Your eyes widened as you watched him pluck off the top of the box to show glittering, matching stockings.

With that box in his lap, Fontaine looked up at you and wore that his best 'please, baby' face--completed by a kiss to your stomach.

What else could you do? You nod and took pull.

"That's my girl."

Fontaine deftly rolled the first stocking down and when you stepped into it, he gently fitted the fabric up your calf. His wide hand smoothed up from your ankle to your thigh, attaching the small clasp of the basque.

When he leaned in to nip at the fabric stretched over your knee, you realized the gold beading matched his grills. Rubbing his cheek in the same spot, you shivered when you felt his beard tug.

You hit the blunt hard a few more times before leaning over him to flick it into the ashtray. Fontaine inhaled, catching the scent of your perfume and groaning softly.

'This man is out of control.'

"These go fuckin' perfect." His words brought you out of your head, "Pretty, pretty girl."

Fontaine always touched you with absolute focus and this time was no different. Helping your other foot into the stocking and clasp, rubbing and kneading your skin until the praises he muttered melted you down.

"You look so fucking good, baby." his voice was rougher than it had been all night, "Ain't nothing pinching? Anythin' feel loose?"

"It feels good. I really do like it, 'Taine, promise."you said as you went into his lap and looped your arms around his neck, "I want to know what else you want to see me in."

Fontaine ran a hand along your flank, "Maybe...Maybe some heels."

"Mhm. I'd wear them for you." You struck your legs in your best attempt at a pin-up pose and watched Fontaine's eyes trace the line "I want the ones with the little pom-pom. Y'know, classy."

Fontaine bounced you in his lap in protest, " 'Course you would. I wanna see that ass in them-in them pointy shits. What are they called?"

"Pointy shits."

Fontaine smacked his lips and you shrugged a shoulder, reaching for the blunt again. Fontaine grabbed the one he tucked behind his ear in time to share a flame with you.

You watched him watch you, unable to stop the grin from forming as he ran his finger tips over beads and lace.

"So...you're going to stare at me all night?"

That grin slipped and gave way to an open look of hunger. Fontaine's hold turned into a soft grip, pulling you closer to him so he could finally kiss you. Slow, searing, promising--over too soon.

When he pulled back, he pressed his cheek to yours.

"Go in our room and put on the pink one. I'll tear that shit up off you--this one's my favorite."

You jerked back, blinking at him.

Now you knew this man was about to be on, but maybe you could beat him there...

You were up on your feet and hurrying to the bedroom and Fontaine was only a beat behind you.

#this is my first fic #enjoy!#fontaine x black reader #they cloned tyrone #fontaine fic #fontaine will call you pretty before your actual name #fontaine likes pretty thing even if he doesnt know the names of said pretty things #this dude went to the shop and said he wanted you to look like an expensive lil cupcake lmao

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bluesest · 3 months ago

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A House

Even in a place where you can do your private activities in peace it is not safe if the people who live there are enemies among them. In one home lived a "happy" family made up of the mother, father and… 4 brothers, exactly, a total nightmare especially if you are the youngest of them all:

Thomas: The oldest brother, he wears a red t-shirt with tight shorts almost all the time, he has a relaxed attitude with his family and nervous with other people, his hair is brown and he has a bit of a chin, he is the tallest among the 4.

Blake: The second brother, he is the toughest of them all, he always wanders around the house shirtless showing off his strong pectorals worthy of a gymbro, his sweaty smell floods the house and he is the least shy of them all when it comes to "basic needs".

Tony: The third brother, the most behaved of them all, always obedient to what his parents or Thomas tell him, he gets along somewhat badly with Blake thanks to their clashing personalities, however, they get to enjoy each other's company in different activities.

Alain: The fourth brother and the youngest, his personality is a combination of Blake's rebelliousness and cunning with Tony's shyness, he does not like to obey his other brothers despite being older and the orders of his parents: "Thomas is in charge", it is not that he does not like to listen, but he hates his brothers, they are cruel to him because he is the youngest of all, the most defenseless.

Life at home was hell for Alain, he heard several insults from his siblings, teasing and pranks, many times locking him in a basement just for fun, but his favorite activity is to take Alain's lunch, usually his mother would make desserts for the siblings and when she wasn't looking, they would take Alain's part and eat it threatening him that he was a little girl who can't take any jokes, this stopped Alain from expressing this situation to his parents because according to him: "I am not a whiny little girl".

One day like any other, Alain suffered from another cruel joke that included water balloons, his siblings mocked him again while with fury Alain went up to the second floor of the house where the bathroom was located, closed the door and began to dry his face with a white towel.

"Why won't they leave me alone?"

"I wish I could get revenge."

Suddenly his father Todd who was a man in his 40's, wearing glasses, dressed in a white t-shirt and was standing with a towel covering his hips as he enters the bathroom:

Todd: "Whoops, I didn't know it was occupied."

Alain: "I'm just drying my face dad, besides, don't you have your own bathroom?"

Todd: "I just came to take one thing out of here, you go on…wait why are you wet?"

Alain didn't want to answer that question, luckily a strange sound interrupted them both: *PPPFFT*. A wet fart appeared in the bathroom:

Alain: "Oh come on dad!"

Todd: "Oopsssss it slipped out son, sorry hahahahaha…"

Alain: "The smell isn't even normal!"

Todd: "Sorry, but recently I've been having problems with my own plumbing, I couldn't get all the crap out of me, I was constipated so I bought a laxative and it's taking effect. I only came here because when I finished my business, well, let's just say I didn't quite calculate how much toilet paper I would need, so I came here to borrow some." Alain: "I mean, your ass wrapped in a towel isn't… clean?"

Todd: "Yeah, but it's going to get even dirtier in a few minutes anyway, that fart was just a warning."

Alain: "DAAAAAAAAD!"

Todd: "Alright, I'll leave you alone."

Todd walked out of the bathroom closing the door leaving Alain in privacy again, "That really was embarrassing…wait a minute…that's it!" a bright idea crossed Alain's mind, "How about now they are the ones who will have an embarrassing moment…when they have diarrhea outside the house!"

Discreetly Todd walked into his parents' room and noticed two things: the horrible smell and the miralax laxative on the nightstand, he quietly picked it up and took it from there ready to begin his plan: "Intoxicate my siblings will be easy, they take all my food, I just have to find a way to make them Leave the house… right! They each have things to do out of here just for this day, so I have to take advantage of the situation!"

Alain arrived in the kitchen where with his skills he cooked one of the few desserts he knew how to make thanks to his mother: Brownies. After an hour and a half, they were finally ready, they looked great and smelled good, they were definitely not going to resist.

He walked around the house with the plate full of 9 brownies, when he got to the second floor he is seen by Tony while he was in his room, he approached him and said:

Tony: "Where did you get those, little guy?"

Alain: "Mom baked them for me and my friends coming over later."

Tony: "Isn't mommy supposed to have gone shopping?"

Alain: "Yes…b-but she left them baking and ordered me to take them out."

Blake appears on the scene:

Blake: "Do I smell chocolate? Give me some, little guy"

Alain: "They're for my friends!"

Blake: "I wasn't asking you!"

Both brothers began to struggle, Tony catching the falling brownies while Blake tried to pry the desserts out of Alain's hands, while Alain pretended that he really didn't want them taken away. With one more stretch of strength, Blake emerged with the victory by retrieving a plate of 6 brownies while Tony held 3 with his hands.

Alain: "Give them back to me."

Blake: "Or what, you're going to cry?"

Thomas appears annoyed in the hallway:

Thomas: "Stop yelling! You won't let me study in peace you assholes!"

Tony: "Excuse Alain, he's crying because Blake is bothering him."

Alain: "I'm not crying!"

Thomas: "Oh, and those goodies you got Blake?"

Blake: "Mom made them for the little girl, she wouldn't give them to me so I'm going to keep them to teach her a lesson about sharing."

Thomas: "Obviously that lesson involves me, give me some bro". Being 9, Blake hands out 3 to each brother, he starts eating and the taste is exceptional, albeit a little strange to the taste of mom's brownies, but they are still brownies, who cares if they have laxative in the recipe, right? He was followed by Thomas and Tony who more slowly enjoyed every bite of the dessert until in the blink of an eye they had finished it all.

Tony: "You really showed off with this treat bro."

Blake: "You know how I am, always so charitable to the poor needy souls."

Tony: "That's weird, the only one who looks like a shirtless bum here is you."

Blake: "Oops how dapper sir ("I need to scent the bathroom after I leave")"

Thomas: "Stop arguing, and let's thank the little girl scout for those delicious Brownies."

The three brothers in tandem thanked, "Thank you so much Alain!", Alain on the outside was frustrated and in real anger due to the insults and sarcasm, but inside his mind he thought, "Thank you to you"

Each brother after an hour left the home to go about their own business:

Thomas:

He arrived at the university in a bus, he had to take an important exam which he had been preparing for all week, it was difficult but not enough to overshadow his relaxed attitude. He set foot on campus and the first gurgles began:

He put a hand to his stomach, "It's just gas," paused for a moment, bent his knees a little thanks to the pain and:

*PPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTT*

"Wow", a long fart filled the fresh air, luckily there was no one around and besides it was still outside the premises, the smell was free in nature while Thomas without taking importance to this first warning headed to his classroom.

"Lucky it's only one hour of exam and I'll be back home, I hate going to this place on Saturdays"

*GGGGRGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR*

The teacher arrived, a man in his 60's, skinny and with white hair, he was wearing a formal uniform and square glasses, with a serious look he gave the start of the exam.

"This is the A, This is The C, and this…this one will be random."

*GRRRRRRRRRRRR*

"Oghhh, again I have to…can I hold on!" *GRRRRRRRRRGRGGRGGGG* *GRRRRRRRRR*

"Nope, I can't, I'm just going to release some pressure by stretching and… *GRRRRRRRR* oh no…"

*pffffffftttt*

A silent fart came out of Thomas' sweaty ass, "I wish no one had heard it… or smelled it *GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR* oh… what's happening to me?"

*GGGGRGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR* *ppppffffffttttttttTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT.*

The final crash of the buttocks caused by the pressurized air echoed and it was obvious that some people noticed the noise and the rotten smell, "Will it be last night's lasagna… or… those brownies?"

*GGGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR*

"Whatever it is it's wreaking havoc in my gut *pffffffttttttt* I need to get this over with."

Thomas with sweat on his forehead set out to solve the exam as fast as possible, every minute that passed was suffering, in his head there were two worries: failing the exam because of his urgency or making a fool of himself in front of his peers with disgusting, loud farts heralding an even worse climax.

*pffftttttt PPPFFFFFttttttttttttttt* *GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR*.

Time was ticking away, 20 minutes to go and Thomas had 80 questions solved, his stomach was making it known how upset he was as he released increasingly raucous air, small voices could be heard opining on the recent change of atmosphere in the room, the professor although looking just as annoyed as every day you could tell he also noticed the smell and possibly who was causing it, or at least that was what Thomas thought.

With 15 minutes left before the end, Thomas handed the test to a disgruntled teacher, then walking out of the room, closed the door and *PPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFTFTTTTTTTTTTTT* a huge fart echoed through the halls, Thomas knew he needed a bathroom, "No way I'm going to the bathrooms here, maybe someone will hear me…" and running he headed to the bus stop to return to the comfort of his home.

Blake:

Like his brother, Blake took the bus, not to go take some silly test, but to meet his friends at the usual gym. On the bus he started to feel a slight stomach ache: "Must be the protein shake I took" he lifted his body a little and *PPFFFFTTTTTT* a short but loud fart was present on the bus, many people frowned at such a display of impoliteness from our gymbro, while he didn't flinch at all, it was the smell of a real man.

10 minutes passed and he finally arrived at the gym, upon entering he saw his two teammates getting ready for arm day (yep, a Saturday).

Blake: "Hey don't start without me!"

"Then take this barbell and get started bro!"

Blake sat down and with one arm did several reps, sweat was in the air, *GGGRGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR*, Blake stopped, set the barbell aside and held his stomach.

"What's wrong bro?"

Blake: "Something's wrong with my stomach, I think…"

*PPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTT*

A stormy fart came out of him, even the weight bed couldn't properly catch the smell, his friends laughed along with him, but inside Blake knew something was wrong, but he wouldn't ruin his Saturday of arms and He continued with the reps.

"Wow it sure does stink."

"Yeah, it looks like your pipe is clogged with something and wants to get rid of all the crap you eat."

Blake: "Shut up, if yours are worse".

"No way bro"

Twenty more minutes passed and the pain wouldn't stop, Blake felt several gases inside him that for some reason he couldn't release, his tight sleeveless shirt was completely sweaty, not from a few simple repetitions, but from the pain and heaviness he felt.

"Hey, hand me that weight that's at your feet Blake."

Blake got up from the seat, moved forward a couple of steps and crouched down, a big mistake:

*PPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT.*

A big wet fart came out of his big butt, the smell spread quickly disgusting even his own buddies.

"Dude! What was that?"

Blake: "I think I have diarrhea…"

Blake held his belly and walked slowly to the gym bathroom, however, these were under maintenance, with no choice, he said goodbye to his gymbros and waited at the bus stop to get home.

Tony:

He didn't have any special activity, every Saturday he always went to the park to get some relaxation from the dystopian home he lived in, he usually feels bad about what they do to his younger brother Alain, but he can't do much about it, he had to be the laughing stock of his other two brothers (especially Blake) until Alain finally grew up, At that moment they treated him more like one of their own, like a brother.

He arrived at a wooden bench in front of a small duck pond, thought about his life, how unlike his brothers, he had never had a partner in his life, it sounded nice, but it was obvious that, if he continued with those attitudes of a shy boy, he would never achieve anything with anyone.

His thoughts were cut off when a familiar sound came: *GRRRRRR* a small gurgle was present bringing with it an incredible acidity, to distract himself from that he decided to resume his walk, "Should I have eaten those brownies? Is that what's causing this heartburn? Was it the chocolate? Sugar? Or the guilt I feel?"

He paused for a few seconds, closed his eyes, and... *PPPFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTT*

"Wow, almost and I look like Blake's lol"

The acidity hit him even harder, Tony started sweating when another fart escaped from him: *PPPPFTFFFTFTTFTFTFTF*, it was a hot one, his rectum was starting to burn.

"I think, if it was the brownies, what did they have?"

He bent his knees as another flurry of farts attacked him: *PPPFFFFFFFTTTTTTGT* *PPPFFTFTTFTFTFTFTFTFTF* *GRRRRRRR* *ppftffttftftftftfPPPPPPTPHTTRTRT*

Tony has always had a pretty sensitive stomach compared to his siblings: "I think I need a bathroom right now," his walk went up a notch to become a race with the toilet in his house being the goal, there was no way he would go to those portable toilets in the park.

As he ran the farts became more persistent, smelly and wet, little by little Tony could feel an amorphous mass forming in his intestines struggling to get out.

*PPPFTFTFTFTFTF* *PFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFT* *PPFFFFFTTTT* *PPPFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFT*

Each step meant another exasperating fart announcing the inevitable, before accepting defeat and starting to defecate his beautiful pants, he could see the patio of his house where he could see his sweaty brother Blake.

At Home:

Tony: "Blake, what are you doing here?"

Blake: "I came back from the gym because I'm literally about to have a bout of diarrhea"

Tony: "You too?"

Blake: "I was at the gym when a greasy fart came out of me without warning, I felt my anus burn and the smell..."

Tony: "Ok I got it, I don't need explanations" *PPPFPFFTTFTFTFT*

Blake: "Just like that"

Tony: "Shut up"

After exchanging insults, Thomas' bus arrived and he ran downstairs holding his stomach ignoring his brothers, he tried to open the door, but it was locked.

Thomas: "BUT WHY IS THIS DAMN DOOR LOCKED!?"

Blake: "Wow calm down bro"

Thomas: "YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND! I NEED TO GET TAR OUT OF MY ANUS RIGHT NOW."

Tony: "Like everybody... One minute... the brownies"

Blake: "You think Alain..."

Thomas: "THAT BASTARD WILL PAY ME *GRRRRRRRRRR* after I sit on the porcelain"

The three brothers yelled at Alain from outside the house, while he watched them through the window suffering, it was so amusing that his "Super Cool" brothers were begging for his mercy trying to contain the monsters inside.

The brothers were looking for some entrance that Alain had forgotten, but there was no such thing, in desperation, Blake had an idea:

Blake: "Guys I can't take it anymore *Started walking while undressing*"

Thomas: "Where are you going? *PPPFTFFTFTFT*"

He went to a small bush in front of his house and...

*PPFFTFTFTFTFFT* *PPSHSHPSSSSSSHHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHHSHSHSHSHSHFTTT* *QSHHQHQHHQSHQSHQSHQSHQSHSQ* *PFTFTFTFTFT* *PSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS*

Tony: "WHAT THE!"

Blake: "Leaves are natural, not porcelain"

*PPFTTFTFTFTTFTFTFTFT* *SQHHSQHSHSHSQHSHSHSHSHQHHQSHSHSHS*

Thomas: "Leave me a place bro"

Blake: "There's always a place for the bro family"

Thomas began to undress until a few drops of diarrhea stained his shoes, which changed his mind to look for another alternative.

Thomas: "Maybe I can ask the neighbors to use their bathroom"

Blake: "You miss it *HSHQSHQHSHSHSQHSHSHSHSHSH*, hey Tony, do you want to come with me?"

Tony: "I'll find another *GRRRRR* entry"

The two brothers parted ways, Thomas stepped on the neighbor's lawn when he felt his diarrhea about to come out, he rang the doorbell hoping for some answer, a young boy opened the door and greeted him:

Neighbor: "Hi Thomas! What can I do for you?"

Thomas was surprised by the fact that his neighbor knew his name and he didn't know his neighbor's, but there was no time to ask.

Thomas: "Good afternoon Neighbor, this is embarrassing, but can I use your bathroom please?"

His neighbor couldn't believe it, the reason he knew Thomas' name, even though the two of them didn't socialize was because he was deeply in love with him, and that, overnight, the love of your life knocked on your door and asked to use your bathroom urgently was a stroke of luck that wasn't going to be wasted by him.

Neighbor: "Go ahead, the bathroom is on the second floor"

Thomas started to run, but his speed was cut short by the pain and the strength needed for his legs to contain the demons inside, with both hands he began to hold his stomach and began to bend slowly, the neighbor asked if Thomas was okay and with a tired and weakened voice said: "No"

*PFGTFTFTTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFT* *QSHSHSHQHSHSHSQHQSHSHSHSHHS* *PFTFTTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTTTTTTTTTF* *RPPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFT*

Thomas shit his pants at his neighbor's house, with his neighbor nearby staring at him, Thomas was embarrassed, sweating profusely and another seizure began:

*PRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPR* *PSPSPSSHSHSHSHSHSHHHHHHHHH* *PFTFTFTFTFT* *PPPFFTFTFTTFTFTFTFTFTF* *PPPPPSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS*

Thomas: "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to"

Neighbor: "No... Don't apologize, this can happen to anyone, and it doesn't bother me either..."

Thomas: "Oh... *PSHHSPSHSSHHPSHPSHSPHPHSHPSPHPHPHSSHHHHHHHHHHPRPRPRPR*"

Neighbor: "Don't worry, I'll help you clean up later, let me... Blow... to the bathroom..."

Thomas: "Thank you..."

While this was happening, Tony was desperate, he was about to take the free place of Blake's bush until he saw something peculiar, the window that looked into his parents' room was open, something that reminded him that when he and his brothers were looking, that window was totally closed, did Alain take pity on him?, one more growl alerted him and very carefully opened the window completely and entered as slowly as possible to Let nothing from the inside be expelled to the outside without warning.

He entered the silent room, ran to the half-open door of his parents' bathroom, the urgency was so great that he did not notice the smell of the room and neither did the fact that his father was sitting on the throne.

They were both frightened, Tony covered his eyes and wanted to leave the spacious bathroom until he was stopped by his father's voice:

Todd: "Son, why did you come in through the window?"

Tony: "The house was totally locked, so I decided to come in here and use your bathroom dad."

Todd: "And why not use yours?"

Tony: "That's what I'm going to do at this... *PFPFPPPFPFFTFTFTTFTTF* moment"

Todd: "Looks like your *PLOP* knows what happened to my laxative, huh?"

Tony: "Laxative!? *GRRRRRRRRR* that bastard... Aghhh I can't even take a step, I'm going to shit on the floor."

Todd: "Of course not, use this bathroom"

After a choppy fart, Todd got up from the toilet unashamedly showing off his long, hairy penis to his son Tony: "All yours champ."

Tony: "You're going to clean up... or?"

Todd: "I Still Feel Like My Stomach Is Still Cooking, I'm Not Going To Waste Paper"

Tony ignoring the image in his head of his father's stained buttocks, began to undress in embarrassment as he approached the toilet, the water was brown, in the center was a large sausage, apparently several days old in Todd's stomach, Tony uncomfortably sat his pale butt on the sweaty and hot toilet lid:

*PFFFFFFFFFFTFTFTFTTFTFTFTF* *QSHHSHSQHSHSQHHSQHSHSQH* *PLOP* *PLOP* *PLOP* *PRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPR* *PLOP* *PLOP* *PRRRRRRPSPSPSSSSSSSSSSS*

Tony: "AGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH"

Todd: "You weren't lying about the urgency..."

Tony: "Not now, Dad..."

*PRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPR* *QSGQQSHHSQHHQSHQHHSQSQ* *PPFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTTFFF* *GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR*

Todd: "Not even I, who have been constipated, have come to that, you can be a champion!"

Tony: "I want to die..."

*PLOP* *PLOP* *PLOP* PPPPFFTFTTFTFTFTFTFTFPPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPPRPRPRP* *QSHHSQHSHSQHHSHHSHSQQH* *PPSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS*

After 5 minutes, Tony's stomach calmed down enough to leave his father's bathroom and continue in his own.

Todd: "Well done son, now save me a spot, I feel like I'm going to break your record in a few seconds."

Tony got up and didn't clean himself, he turned around and saw the mess, the brown soup increased in size where several sections had different consistencies, colors and smells, and from this stood out his father's sausage now bathed in Tony's diarrhea.

When Tony left the room he saw Blake waving at him from the window, Tony covered his crotch and opened the door for him:

Blake: "Did you shit on yourself? And how did you get in?"

Tony: "None of your business..."

Blake: "After Tony arrives, the three of us show Alain who he's playing..."

Finally, after 1 hour, Thomas arrived with clothes borrowed from his neighbor, he didn't want to talk to anyone and locked himself in his room.

P.S. This will be the story that starts the week-long daily story marathon.

#diarrhea #farts #coprophilia #desesperation #laxative #brownies #brothers

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fantasybooktournament · 1 year ago

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Book Reveals for Round 1 of Mystery Book Tournament

titles and descriptions under the cut

The One with The Obnoxious Legal System is A Conspiracy of Truths by Alexandra Rowland

The world's most obnoxious old man has been arrested for charges of witchcraft by the world's most obnoxious legal system. The story follows him utilizing every tool at his disposal to escape death including his fruity apprentice, his ever-tired lawyer, and most of all stories. Half of this book is the old man telling a story to someone he is either trying to sway, trick, or simply entertain.

The One with the Rightful Heir is Magyk by Angie Sage

A child soldier nearly freezes to death and so must join the escape of the rightful heir, a powerful wizard, and the rightful heir's bumbling dad, brother and dog.

The One with No Indoor Plumbing is In Other Lands by Sarah Rees Brennan

Have you ever thought ‘hey going to a magical fantasy land might suck a little’? Our intrepid hero has been invited to a school for future heroes in a land of elves and trolls, harpies and mermaids…and there’s no indoor plumbing. Also they’re training children as warriors and have little to no respect for diplomacy.

The One with Vampires and Farms is The Queen of Darkness by Miguel Connor

In the far-flung future, the earth is irradiated and vampires rule the world. Humans are kept in farms, and our protagonist is sent to one to learn about an illness that is appearing in the humans which can infect and kill vampires. There he learns about the human cult, and gets told by them that vampires were once human.

The One with Possessed Nuns is Vespertine by Margaret Rogerson

A young nun in fantasy-France lets a powerful revenant take possession of her body in order to protect her monastery from possessed soldiers. No one believes she can possibly control the evil creature, but as she uncovers a sinister plot at the very heart of her country, she finds herself growing closer to the revenant by the day.

The One that Becomes Queernormative is A Strange and Stubborn Endurance by Foz Meadows

Protagonist starts off in a queer phobic society and is bound to marry a girl from the neighboring kingdom against his wishes, being gay. When his sexuality is dramatically revealed after he's being assaulted, the political bets seem off, but the other kingdom is queernormative and instead offers to marry him to his bride's brother instead.

The One with Sisters and Unsuitable Men is An Earthly Knight by Janet McNaughto

The main character's older sister has run away with an unsuitable man so it's up to her to marry a suitable one. But as she worries for her sister and hopes to find her, she encounters a strange man, rumored to have been kidnapped by the fae.

The One with the Magic Italian Notebook is City of Masks by Mary Hoffman

The main character, a young boy, is seriously ill but his life is transformed when an old Italian notebook gives him the power to become a stravagante, a time traveler with access to 16th century Italy. He wakes up in another time and place during carnival time and meets a girl his own age who is disguised as a boy in the hope of being selected as one of the Duchessa's mandoliers. Political intrigue ensues.

The One with the War Against Colonizers is Fire Logic by Laurie J Marks

The last living member of a border tribe, a deadly philosopher-soldier, a truth-seer, a gentle man, and a man who can see the future form a beautifully queer family around a drug-addicted blacksmith who holds the power of the land itself so that she can end the war against colonizers that has continued for 30 years

The One with the Healer's Quest is Dreamer's Pool by Juliet Marillier

The first in a mystery fantasy trilogy about a wrongfully imprisoned healer and her quiet but strong prison friend who get busted out of prison by an otherworld being. In exchange, for seven years she must endeavor to help anyone who asks for it. A gentle local prince has fallen for his fiance through their sweet and poetic correspondence but is shocked by her cruelty when she arrives, can the healer discovers what has happened and help solve his problem?

The One with Imaginary Friends is Hexwood by Diana Wynne Jones

A pre-teen girl who relies heavily on the advice of her four imaginary friends goes into the local patch of woodlands one day and discovers it's much bigger on the inside. There, she meets a depressed sorcerer/assassin who makes a child out of her blood and his to fight against his enemies on another planet. Meanwhile, someone on Earth has started up a machine that's said to be able to make dreams come true, and this is a big problem for the evil interstellar megacorp that's been dumping prisoners on Earth and stealing their flint.

The One with a Time-Traveling Dragon/Furnace is If That Breathes Fire, We're Toast! by Jennifer J. Stewart

A boy moves with his mom to a new place where he meets a girl and a time-traveling dragon/furnace who teaches him about himself.

The One with the Multiverse is Nine Princes in Amber by Roger Zelazny

An amnesiac man finds himself embroiled in deadly political scheming, thrust into a strange multiverse in the hope of trying to claim from out under his various rival siblings feet the throne to the city at the center of reality.

The One with Mage Trials is Spellslinger by Sebastian de Castell

In a magical society one must complete their mages trials by 16, or else become a slave to that society for the rest of their life. The main character is a 15-year-old boy who has one last chance to complete his trials. Only, his magic is gone. With his fate looming, he meets a mysterious traveling stranger who shows him a different path than the one that has been laid out for him by his people.

The One with the Loser Noble Scholar is Swordspoint by Ellen Kushner

Loser noble scholar shacks up with the best swordsman of the city and makes him fight a bunch of duels mostly out of boredom but also a bit because of politics. Feels slice of life ish though there are stakes

The One with the Nonbinary Cleric is The Empress of Salt and Fortune by Nghi Vo

In this novella set in an imperial Chinese inspired fantasy world, a nonbinary cleric investigates the story of an empress and her ...controversial rise to the throne, as told by an elderly handmaiden who knew her.

The One with Geese is Thorn by Intisar Khanani

Between her cruel family and the contempt she faces at court, the Princess has always longed to escape the confines of her royal life. But when she’s betrothed to the powerful prince, the princess embarks on a journey to his land with little hope for a better future. When a mysterious and terrifying sorceress robs the princess of both her identity and her role as princess, the girl seizes the opportunity to start a new life for herself as a goose girl.

The One with the Teenage Witch Coven is The Scapegracers by H. A. Clarke

Lesbian teenage witch accidentally becomes adopted by popular girls. They form a coven and vow to get revenge on those who have been wronged. Chaos ensues.

The One with the Angel and the Demon is When the Angels Left the Old Country by Sacha Lamb

A demon and an angel decide to go to de goldene medina to search for a girl they know who's disappeared on the way over.

The One with an Unsettling Future is Zel by Donna Jo Napoli

High in the mountains, a young girl lives with her mother, who insists they have all they need -- for they have each other. The girl's life is peaceful and protected -- until a chance encounter changes everything. When she meets a beautiful young prince at the market one day, she is profoundly moved by new emotions. But the girl's mother sees the future unfolding -- and she will do the unspeakable to prevent her daughter from leaving her...

The One with the Bioweapon is Hell Followed With Us by Andrew Joseph White

It's post an apocalypse, that was started by a cult, that twists people into horrible body horror monsters. A trans boy raised in the cult is infected with a bioweapon by them and shortly after escapes. He joins a group of queer teens where he finds friends a community, and he bands together with them to take down the cult.

The One with Arabian Nights AND Hades & Persephone is Keturah and Lord Death by Martine Leavitt

Arabian Nights + Hades and Persephone! A mysterious danger plagues an unexpected kingly visit, and a young woman embarks on a quest to find her one true love before all is lost...

The One with the Lion is Sarah's Lion by Margaret Greaves

A princess longs to travel so is locked in her room. A lion comes to her. Eventually, she has to choose whether she will stay or go.

The One with the War Veteran is The Curse of Chalion by Lois McMaster Bujold

War veteran with chronic pain contracted by a goddess to save her chosen queen

#mystery fantasy book tournament #book reveals #fantasy books

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Companions reactions to Sole getting surprise adopted/kidnapped by a Mama Deathclaw who is very protective of her young, which just happens to include Sole now?

This one is refreshing. Thank you for the challenge, I hope to be up to it!

Cait : The young fighters is frozen on the spot.

When she witnessed the massive thing take over Sole, she was certain it was the end of her partnership. Who would survive being eaten by a deathclaw?

But the matriarch wasn't eating Sole. She carried them.

Cait followed, despite her better judgment. She was unable to convince herself to leave her friend.

She is now hidden in the creature's cave, watching the monster... Take care of Sole?

It appears that the creature decided that Sole should replace her offspring, whose bodies have been decimated around them.

She is currently attempting to persuade the Sole to consume radstag... raw. And Sole doesn't appear to enjoy the harshness.

"Hmm, yes, yum yum," they pretend to eat.

The deathclaw isn't looking persuaded, stuffing the piece of meat against the human mouth.

Cait tries not to laugh. There is nothing to laugh about here—

Finally, a commotion outside the cave catches the reptilian mother's attention, and Cait seizes the opportunity to approach Sole quietly.

"Looks like you made a parent…"

"Laugh, but we have to get out of here before she comes back."

"I told you that this power armor made you look like a lizard…"

"Will you help me find a passage?"

They continue searching the rubble for an access route, if they can impossible to follow by Mother Deathclaw, but at this point, any path at all. They don't find any. These beasts aren't foolish enough to let their prey escape.

Cait turns to notify Sole of her failure, but the words remain stuck in her throat.

The Deathclaw is there, standing above her, threatening with claws and jaws to "protect" her tiny one.

Sole stares at Cait with horror, but it is too late.

The monster will have another type of meat to serve to his child.

Codsworth : The butler panics. He panics, goes in circles, and turns on himself. He noticed that the Deathclaw did not kill Sole, but he left with him. He panics and has no idea what to do. His circuits will burn if he does not find it.

Against all conventional sense, he resolves to do the only thing within his power. He rushes forward with a battle cry, later blaming himself for his barbaric behavior, which is unworthy of his code. He charges ahead and strikes the creature's bottom without hesitation.

"I may not be a Mister gusty, but you will not take away my master/mistress!"

Everything in the way is engulfed in flames.

The monster leaps into the air before clinging to a cliff. Codsworth wonders how to reach him for a minute, but the creature merely places a dazzled Sole on the plumb, pats their head, and turns to face the robot to returns to the battle.

Oh, Codsworth now understands.

"You…you think it's your…child?"

"Cods!" Sole exclaims from their headland. "Don't oppose with the lizard! Run away!"

"I will never abandon you, Mum/Sir."

"Save yourself! I will get through this."

"Are you sure?"

"Run! Go find Preston! Do not fight this creature alone!"

Codsworth, hesitant and dubious, slowly withdraws. The deathclaw does not appear to intend to fight. Her priority appears to be to get Sole into a shelter, and when the menace flees, she does not follow it.

Codsworth sighs with relief. His circuits may not have withstood the clawed assault.

But now he needs to find Preston.

He is unsure how his poor master/mistress would cope with the beast's overly rustic treatment.

Curie : "Is it the habit of these creatures to choose a human as their offspring?"

"Not at all. Are you helping me or not?"

"But she don't! want"

Curie attempted to approach, but Mother Deathclaw, who tolerates the Miss Nanny in her cave, does not allow her to be closest Sole.

"Then go get help!"

"What help?"

Sole opens their lips to respond, but then holds back. Do they genuinely want others to know about their situation?

"Do you know what? Nevermind. We wait for her to fall asleep. Walk away and get to the isolated cabin we saw higher up the hill. As soon as I get out of this mess, I will join you."

"Sure."

Curie turns away to obey Sole without asking any further questions. Even if she has to wait many days in the cab for her companion to arrive.

Danse : When the Deathclaw attacks Sole, Danse opens fire. The creature glances over its shoulder before fleeing with his loot at breakneck speed.

The paladin struggles to follow the track, much slower in his power armor, but he eventually reaches in the place where the monster brought Sole.

And the scene he unexpectedly encounters perplexes him.

The mother, in her empty nest, tries to feed a dull Sole.

The Brotherhood freezes for one moment. His subordinate is not actually in danger. And what he sees is so bizarre that his mind pauses.

However, the hesitancy is short-lived.

"Ad Victorium!"

He targets and shoots the beast, hoping to eliminate it as soon and easily as possible.

And the creature turns out to be a very easy target, focusing all of its efforts on "protecting" Sole, exposing itself to unnecessary risk.

When the battle is ended, Sole walks south without speaking. Danse immediately catches up to them.

"Soldier—

"A word in a report, and you will never be able to call me a soldier ever."

Danse doesn't insist. He is unsure whether he can obey Sole on this point, given the importance of the reports, but a glance at his companion makes him question whether he should make an exception.

Deacon : "What I find awful is that no one will ever believe me."

Sole stares at the spy.

They were on their way to Coastal Cottage when a familiar Deathclaw from Sole emerged on the road and snatched them. Deacon was so astonished that he didn't even consider shooting. When he saw his comrade being placed on the lizard's shoulder, he did not dare to shoot either, waiting for the appropriate moment. And the monster led them to the bottom of a ravine, where he had built his nest.

Another little deathclaw was anxiously waiting for them.

The matriarch sat her guest on the floor and offered them a good, bloody radstag. Deacon understood right away.

He settled within earshot, but not to claw reach. The mother was clearly annoyed by the intruder at first, but she did not strike him until if Deacon try to approach.

She only gives him a dark glance on occasion, which pales in comparison to Sole's.

Deacon already has a plan. As soon as Mama Deathclaw and her child fall asleep, he will join Sole and use Stealth-Boys to escape. But, in the meantime, he breaks the crust himself because he has nothing else to do.

And laughing from time to time…

Dogmeat : The dog reacts with astonishment and growls. But every time he takes a step, he crosses the path of the massive lizard. However, the matriarch does not reply forcefully to the bothersome creature. When Dogmeat leaps to bite her, she cups him like an overly eager puppy.

Surprised, Dogmeat realizes he have not the weight. And that the monster does not harm his master/mistress. Confused, he follows them to the cave containing the deathclaw's nest.

The mutated chameleon mother clearly sees the human as her offspring and promptly feeds them with good food. Dogmeat is ecstatic to have his fair share of raw meat.

When Sole moans and collapses to the ground, the dog casts him an intrigued glance.

The monster does not harm them and provides them with food, what more could Sole want?

Elder Maxson : Despite his physical and mental strength and training, Maxson completely freezes. Not for long, but completely.

He is actually paralyzed, the terrible memory of his first combat with a Deathclaw returning to him at the same time as the phantom pain in his face.

But it doesn't last very long.

Maxson shakes himself as the matriarch took Sole on her shoulder.

"Ad Victorium!" he yells as he rushes to save his Knight.

The weapon brandishes, without hesitation, he let rains on the beast all of the bullets in his magazine.

This is insufficient to kill the beast, but it does allow Sole to get to the ground and position themself by his side.

They worked together to put an end to the monster's reign of terror.

As they leave the scene, Sole turns to their superior, ashamed.

"I know I don't have the right to ask, but—

"Do you want me to keep it quiet?"

The elder's comprehension appears to relief Sole.

"Please."

"I don't see how killing a monster that threatens civilians is shameful."

"You know—

"I know you shot a monster by my side, threatening civilians."

Sole smiled. They let out a tremendous sigh as they set off again, knowing Maxson would cover their embarrassment without hesitation.

Hancock : He has no constraint in laughing. Not for one moment. All the way to the monster's lair, he laughs so hard that his ribs hurt, and when Sole gives him a dark glance, he laughs even harder. He even takes one or two dosages of Jet to prolong his pleasure.

"Can you help me instead of making fun of me?"

"Can I help you? But mom is there to take good care of you, don't you see?"

Hancock was taken aback when the Deathclaw grabbed his partner and nearly attacked. But something hold him back. In the creature's mentality. She didn't seem to intend to harm Sole. And now she carries them around like they're her own little one, tries to feed them, and, in general, taking care of them.

Hancock finds the scenario hilarious. Especially since she recognized that he did not want to hurt her and that she was leaving him behind.

Yes, he will help Sole out. The beast will ultimately sleep. But, in the meantime, let's have some fun.

Gage : He stands up, frowning.

"Hey, Boss, she seems to love you very much, the Madonna."

Sole just grunts and crosses their arms, humiliated by being hoisted on the monster's shoulder.

"Can you give me a gun if you don't decide to kill her?"

"Kill her? Why? She wants to protect you. An Overboss with a Deathclaw as a guardian is a thousand times better than anything I could have imagined for fucking the dog with the young hoodlums."

"Hey! I am being held captive by a monster! Are you helping me, yes or no?"

"Shit. I'm not going to risk my life in a situation that doesn't need it. She does not want to consume you; she wants to feed you. Open your mouth wide, please."

"You're foolish, huh—

Sole is interrupted by a piece of bloody flesh forced into their mouth. They spits out, much to Mama Deathclaw's displeasure.

"Oh, don't offend your mother like that. She bothered to hunt; now eat."

"BUT YOU'RE REALLY STUPID!"

"Eat!" commands Gage, the beast carrying out the directive.

MacCready : "500 caps!"

Sole stares at their partner.

"Seriously? Isn't that a little redundant?"

"500 caps, and if I don't live, you'll give them to Daisy for Dunkan. I won't move unless you promise me."

"I promise you!"

Mac stands with his trusty Mighty, aims at the monster's eye, and shoots. The Deathclaw doesn't even have time to realize out what's going on, he falls, dragging Sole with him.

The mercenary rushes to assist the other in getting up, but he is welcomed coldly.

"My life for 500 caps…"

"What, you weren't worth that?"

Sole merely growls away, clearly humiliated and irritated. Mac looks at the thing.

"So this monster, he thought you were his little one?"

"Shut up!"

"No, but it's true you're cute."

"SHUT UP!"

"Didn't you like your porridge?"

Sole no longer answers to him and moves forward with determination. Mac soon follows them, vowing to tell Hancock about their adventure when they return to Goodneighbor. Maybe even charge Piper for the juicy narrative...

Nick Valentine : "Well done, kid/doll. Now you may brag about showing me everything."

Sole simply grunts as the Deathclaw places her «little» on the ground.

Nick realized quickly that the creature does not want to hurt his friend, but he should remain at distance. He tries to think of a way to get Sole out of this predicament, although we must admit that the situation is quite amusing. And he won't miss them with it.

Piper : "It's… too… CUTE!"

Piper beams right in front of the attractiveness of the setting.

Mom Deathclaw dealt the reporter a severe hit when she stole Sole, and she had to recover before tracing the beast. However, when she discovers Sole in the nest, being fed by the creature, she can't help but melt in front of the monster's tenderness.

"You didn’t catch! A Deathclaw takes the Sole Survivor for his child! It'll sell as a title."

"How dare you?"

The matriarch turns, apparently displeased, towards the intruder. The young woman moves back and raises her hands in front of her.

"Woh, Mom, calm down. I don't want to hurt your small one. But if you'd pose, I'd like to photograph that moment."

“At this moment, I feel a great want to kill you,” Sole answered angrily.

Preston : "You really have a thing with deathclaws!"

Sole cannot laugh. Not at all. They feel foolish being carried around like a potato bag on the large mutant lizard's shoulder, and the movement will soon make them sick.

Preston followed them, chuckling, as if he thought the scenario was immensely hilarious.

"Remind me to help you again the next time you're stuck by a deathclaw," Sole says sarcastically.

"I think you're doing very well!" the Colonel says, trying not to laugh.

That is not that the situation is not critical. It may easily turn sour if the monster realizes Sole is not a newborn deathclaw, but he believes he and his partner will get away with it eventually.

In the meantime, he can't stop thinking about how the audience will react when he provides this story at the bar.

Strong : The Super Mutant does not hesitate, jumping on the creature's back and circling her neck with his massive arms. And the monster is not scared of fighting and fling the Super Mutant to the ground. She growls angrily, forming a shield in front of Sole. When Strong gets the situation, he scratches his head.

"Deathclaw not eat Sole?"

"I…I think she thinks I'm her kid."

Strong takes a step forward, and the matriarch rumbles lightly but she does not move forward, as if she does not want to leave Sole.

"Puny Human really in strange situation."

"Throw me my rifle that I've dropped, I'll show you how I get out of strange situations."

Strong grabs the weapon, but as he bends over, the deathclaw attacks and knocks him down. Sole, shocked, jumps in to assist Strong, but the mother lizard repels them effectively.

"He is my friend! Don't hurt!" he pleads fervently.

The mother pushes them away again, as if they are beginning to irritate her, a clawed leg on Strong. Sole insisted and threw themself onto Strong, shielding him from their own body.

"MINE!"

The mother appears bewildered, yet something brightens in her eyes. She grasps Sole over one shoulder and Strong over the other.

"Raaah, Rwine," she says.

Strong grumbles against the humiliation. Sole sighs.

"Yeah, there's two of us…"

X6-88 : The Courser remains undisturbed in front of the beast.

"M'dam/Sir, it seems that this creature has developed a will to take you under her protection and care."

"It seems," Sole scolds cynically. "You free me?"

"It is against our objective to enter this creature's den, so I will proceed—

"PROCEED, DAMN IT!"

The Courser does not think twice and kills the monster who turns out to be an easy target, doing everything he can to defend Sole at the price of his own safety.

X6 kicks the corpse after taking him down to ensure it does not react as Sole rises up.

"I believe his behaviour was still unusual. It's unfortunate that we had to put an end to a type that was not a threat in the first place."

"You'll tell me so much."

"Do you think it was your smell or appearance that misled this matriarch?"

"Do you know how to shut up?"

"It would be interesting to share the specifics of this event with the Institute's researchers—

Sole abruptly turns to his Courser and places a palm on his chest, fairly aggressively.

"You say a word of anything to anyone, and I personally make sure that Ayo erases even the slightest memory of the existence of the slightest cell of your brain and that your body is converted to household chores."

X6 looks noticeably surprised. Very shocked. Sole has never expressed interest about memory wiping, mostly the opposite. And now they are threatening it. The Courser realizes that it is best to remain silence. But within, he is asking himself a lot of questions.

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oc idea: person whose profession is training cats to use the toilet. runs a small business breeding and selling these cats that aren't prestige breeds or w/e, and you can't get them as kittens they're near on a year old when you get them, but you don't have to change their litter they hop up and use the toilet like a human. they recommend you have a litterbox available as a backup in case someone leaves the lid down or door closed but yeah. some of the cats even flush a decent % of the time, they charge extra for those.

their wife started out as a general contractor type, started getting more into plumbing as she built an extension on the house that included a slightly unreasonable number of bathrooms/half-bath bc the kids kept bickering about having to share the bathroom with the cats, like being told to rush out of the way when they heard scratching on the door so they didn't "hinder the cats' training" by "hogging" the toilet. now she consults on similar renovations for home daycares that need extra facilities for potty training.

the big secret? none of these humans have any idea how to train these kittens to do this. the family cat figured it out by herself, and later when she had kittens she taught her babies to do it too. there is no human intervention in this learning process. the "cat trainer" mainly does like matchmaking and pr, the real trainer is mama cat. and she's getting up there in years. they don't even risk having her birth litters anymore, they bring her fosters to adopt and train. and when she's no longer up for that, the whole business will crumble like a house of cards.

#is this even what an oc is? it's more like a whole Scenario #but it started w what if there was someone whose job was potty training cats #my writing #do i have a tag for that?#my fic #oc #they've recently started watching for a daughter cat who might show a willingness to teach the skill #but they may have waited too long to start thinking abt that. the hubris of wanting $ for every kitten.

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wishmaster · 9 months ago

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My gf and I are both girls but we honestly won't what it'd be like if we were annoying femboy twinks.

Twink-le, Twink-le

You hold her tight knowing this will be the last time you girls are your old self. Suddenly tingling overtakes both of you as you notice you're both becoming much younger.

You stare in horror as your girl quickly looses her beautiful breasts, becoming flat, in fact her whole body becomes extremely thin.

A bulge appears in her shorts as she reaches to examine her new equipment. She turns to hid the hard on she's starting to sport, which allows you to view her new bubblebutt, not as firm as her old Ass,

but still pleasing. You suddenly find yourself off balance as your tis dissolve as well. However though you become more manly looking your body holds on to most of it's girlish beauty.

Including your now extra sensitive pussy. You eye up your girl even as a femboy twink she still gets your blood flowing, Becoming a trans femboy twink seems odd given you have different plumbing than her but, light bulb moment.

this is the first time you'd both be able to have proper sex with each other, you can't wait to feel her in you, only problem is now she's a total bottom and the one with the dick.

Still you find a way to become super annoying femboi influencers posting videos of you taking charge of her and making out. Hoping one day she'll cave and fuck your brains out.

#body transformation #male transformation #gender transformation #gender swap #twinkification #femboy

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$75 for you're paintings? as a minimum? lol way to be full of yourself girl maybe $25 tops lol

I considered not even taking the time to answer this message, but I'll entertain you.

Why i charge 50-75+ € for a painting:

it will be fully custom made according to *your wishes*

i'm a traditional artist, so i have expenses such as: good paper, paints, brushes, pencils, etc and also shipping costs

you're not just paying for the picture itself, but also for years of practice to get to a point where my paintings and drawings don't always look like utter shit, just like you're paying someone to fix your plumbing within an hour instead of fooling around in your bathroom yourself

I work more than fulltime on top of my little art business, so my time has become more "valuable" over the past few years simply because I have less free time that I can dedicate to art

because I can and because I think my shit is worth that price. That's not me being "full of myself". If i look at what other artists charge this is still a very reasonable price, I might say.

Art is a luxury. I understand this economy is difficult for everyone (except billionaires) - this includes artists as well! - but, again, it's a luxury. No one forces you to buy art. No one. If you cannot afford it, don't buy it. But also don't come art artists and mock them for trying to make money.

If someone really wants a piece made by me I'm always open to negotiate a little bit, or offer payment in installments etc. But not with that attitude.

I considered ending this on a polite note, but no. Either you understand this, or you can go fuck yourself.

#ask #it talks #the audacity

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kpopsexstories · 2 months ago

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TXT MOST MEMORABLE SEX – Story #4: TAEHYUN (Pt. 1/2)

A new story/member every Monday between September 16-October 28, 2024. Click here to view the posting schedule.

Story: Taehyun walks in on Soobin having sex with Jessica “Jessi” Ho after their interview with her.

Type: NO SEX/MEDIUM

Content: Sweet/cute, Riding, Sexual noises

Word Count: 2,638 (9765 including Part 2)

Members: Taehyun, (Soobin)

Story #4: TAEHYUN (Part 1 of 2)

Taehyun had a sexy experience with an older woman, and you probably know who she is. Do the phrases “Is it watermelon?” and “We're twenty!” mean anything to you?

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That's right, the older woman was Jessica “Jessi” Ho, the rapper/singer turned TV show host. Her interview show attracted celebrities like our boys, and it was both hilarious and sexually charged.

At least that's the feeling Taehyun left with. When the cameras were turned off and the boys headed back to their hotel, he couldn't stop thinking about the charismatic woman. Jessi had made him laugh so hard he had a stomach ache, and her jokes had been so sexual that he blushed and felt a little flustered. His young heart was not used to this kind of interaction.

The day's work had been one of Taehyun's most fun and memorable ever. And he found Jessi to be the sexiest woman he had ever seen, though perhaps partly because of all her flirting. He was a bit shocked and surprised by everything about her, but he was quite honestly smitten.

His relationship with Jessi didn't end when they parted ways though. It was only just beginning. Before the week was over, Taehyun would see her naked more than once.

Jessi was indeed hot. Taehyun was not the only one among the boys to think so. During the interview he caught both Soobin and Yeonjun gawking at her, and he himself struggled to look her in the eyes. During the car ride back to the hotel, Jessi’s sexy appearance and charismatic personality was all they could talk about.

Taehyun couldn't get her out of his head. He got butterflies in his stomach just thinking about her. She was much older, way out of his league he figured, and he knew that nothing could ever happen between them. But he could dream, and dream he did.

While the boys laughed and talked in the car, Taehyun suddenly fell silent. He leaned against the tinted window and watched the faded city lights pass by outside. It was after dark, Seoul was beautiful, and his mind began to drift. It wasn't long before he imagined the amazing woman naked, and he put a jacket on his lap to hide his boner.

When the car stopped, he was abruptly pulled back to reality. He hesitated when the others got out one by one, struggling to think of something else and get his boner to go away. If the others saw that he was horny after spending the entire ride talking about the fascinating woman, he would never hear the end of it.

There were two reasons why the five boys of TXT were staying at a hotel, despite the interview having taken place in their own city. First and foremost, their dorm had a long-standing plumbing issue, and the company had decided to finally do something about it. The hotel would be their home for about a week, during the necessary repairs and some renovations that had been thrown in while they were at it.

Second, the interview had ended quite late, and was in the wrong end of town. Unlike the dorm, the hotel had a central location. It was not a coincidence that the interview had been scheduled for this week of all weeks.

The late hour and lack of a kitchen, however, meant that they had to go out to eat every night. This being their first evening in the hotel, the company had booked a restaurant for them. As they headed back to their rooms to get changed, however, Soobin suddenly complained about his stomach.

“Ugh, I don't feel so good,” he said. ”Go on without me.”

Yeonjun looked concerned. “Are you sure?” he asked.

“We can bring you something,” Beomgyu chipped in.

“Thanks,” Soobin said. “Yes, I'm sure.”

The boys shared two rooms between them. Soobin and Taehyun were in one, Yeonjun, Hueningkai and Beomgyu in the other. While Soobin crawled into bed, Taehyun stripped down to his underwear and picked a fresh set of clothes from his suitcase.

“Are you sure you're okay?” he asked when he was dressed and ready to leave.

“Yeah,” Soobin said and smiled from his position in the bed. He sounded quite weak. “I'm sure.”

With that, Taehyun left his friend alone. I'll bring him back something delicious, he thought as he walked out.

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The meal was a delight, and Taehyun devoured it quickly. They were a short walk away from the hotel, and when the waiter came by with their take-away order for Soobin, Taehyun offered to bring it straight over.

Kai and Beomgyu had not yet finished their plates, and Yeonjun was talking about ordering drinks. They had a late morning due to working so late this evening, and he was in a mood to party.

Taehyun was not. He had two things on his mind that made him want to go home and be alone. He was concerned about Soobin, who might be too sick to eat but who should probably at least try to get something in his stomach. And he simply couldn't stop thinking about Jessi. She really had made an impact on him, and taken a hold of him like no one else had before.

With a plastic bag of food in his hand, Taehyun took the elevator up to the sixth floor. He realized that Soobin might be asleep already, and briefly wondered what he'd do with the food if that was the case. Maybe he would have to talk to the front desk about storing it for them, a prospect he wasn't too keen on as it meant the risk of running into unsuspecting fans. He certainly wasn't in the mood to be friendly with a stranger this late at night.

Well, that wasn't entirely true. He'd be friendly with Jessi in a heartbeat if he got the chance. But that thought never even crossed his mind, because what were the odds that he would run into her? Besides, she could hardly be considered a stranger any longer.

The hallway was empty when he reached the room. He touched his key card on the lock and opened the door slowly, quietly as not to wake Soobin up.

The room was dark inside. He squeezed through the door, opening it as little as possible so that Soobin wouldn't be disturbed.

When he gently closed it behind him, however, he immediately stopped in his tracks. His senses heightened and his ears shot out. He was suddenly on full alert.

The room was dark, but it certainly wasn't quiet. There was a squeak, and soft moans coming from inside.

Taehyun should perhaps have realized that his friend had brought home a girl, which wouldn't be unheard of. The sounds certainly revealed that something was going on. But his brain didn't register the possibility, as he felt sure that Soobin was too nauseated to even think about sex.

So, instead of going back out or announcing his presense in some subtle way, Taehyun did the first thing his instincts told him to do: he found the light switch by the door and pressed it.

Soobin immediately panicked. The repetitive squeaking of his mattress stopped, only to get even louder when he abruptly sat up straight on the bed and tried to cover himself.

Taehyun stood wide-eyed and surprised by the door, his finger still on the switch. He saw Soobin's naked body, and for a brief moment they locked eyes.

Beside him, a woman was struggling to pull the duvet over her chest. Taehyun glanced at her but immediately looked away when he realized that Soobin was not alone, and that the woman was naked too.

Soobin looked like a deer caught in headlights. The woman lay down and hid her face behind his back. Taehyun's mind was racing, and he quickly turned red and felt embarrassed.

“Oh my god, I'm so sorry!” he exclaimed and instinctively turned off the lights.

That's when the woman spoke. “Taehyun?” she said. “Is that you?”

Taehyun didn't respond.

Soobin had started to collect himself, but the brief exposure to light meant that he couldn't see a thing in front of him.

“It's okay,” he said. ”Can you turn the lights back on?”

Taehyun did as instructed. It wasn't the first time the boys had accidentally walked in on each other, and he and his friend had nothing to hide between them. He was more concerned about the girl, but she had spoken his name which made him curious.

When the room was illuminated again, however, Taehyun's heart sank. Suddenly, he was the one with a stomach pain. A real one.

“Hi,” the woman exclaimed cheerfully. She had stopped hiding and sat up straight, but kept the duvet over her chest and body. Soobin crawled further inside it by her side.

Taehyun remained speachless.

“Ehm, this is Jessi,” Soobin said and scratched the back of his head.

“He knows that silly,” the woman said and laughed. She slapped Soobin on the shoulder. “Thanks for a great show today. You guys were such a delight.”

Taehyun's brain finally caught up with his senses, and he built up the courage to speak. He didn't want to embarrass anyone further, and since the woman seemed happy and chatty he decided to play it cool and nonchalantly, as if nothing at all was out of the ordinary.

“Thanks,” he said and started walking toward his own bed, which stood against the opposite wall. “I had a lot of fun. I mean, we had fun.”

He placed the bag of food on his bedside table. Soobin, with his bare chest out and still hard under the covers, was looking at him curiously. Jessi seemed relaxed and kept smiling wide, as if she wasn't at all ashamed to have been caught having sex.

Taehyun, however, had very strong feelings about it. He had been thinking about the woman all night, unable to pay proper attention to his friends. She had consumed him, and for the first time he realized that maybe he had developed a crush on her.

He felt a piercing shot of jealousy run through his poor heart. They had only met once and worked together for a few hours. She was much too old and he wasn't looking for a serious relationship with her. But it had been enough for him to develop feelings, and combined with his own intense desire to have sex with the woman, that was dangerous.

Now, as he stood there like a fool, afraid to look in the direction of his friend in bed with the woman of his dreams, Taehyun's heart shattered into a million pieces.

“I'll leave you to it,” he said with a crack in his voice and suddenly spun around. He walked fast back toward the door, eager to make a hasty exist.

He briefly glanced at Soobin. “I brought you some food. I hope your stomach is better.”

He didn't sound at all happy about his friend's obvious recovery. Jessi noticed this, and when Taehyun slammed the door shut behind him, she stopped smiling and looked at the young lamb she had scored.

“Is he upset?” she asked.

Soobin looked confused. “I don't know,” he said. “I mean, I did lie to him about my stomach. I probably shouldn't have done that.”

“Will he come back?” Jessi asked.

“Naah,” Soobin said and gave his lover a crooked smile. “Not until I call him. Though maybe I should call him. I feel bad. This is his room too and it's late.”

Jessi smiled seductively and leaned closer to give Soobin a kiss. “Then we'll have to be quick,” she said and pushed the man down on his back.

The duvet slid off her when she sat down on Soobin's crotch. He, in turn, put his hands gently on her hips. They locked eyes and smiled wide at each other.

Soon, Soobin was balls deep inside her once again, this time with the lights still on. Jessi rolled her hips on his groin, riding him wild, and he panted shallowly when she brought him ever closer to an orgasm.

Outside, Taehyun was leaning against the door. His heart was aching, he felt a tremendous sadness rush over him, and he struggled to hold back the tears.

Other than lying about it, Soobin had done nothing wrong. Taehyun knew this. He was a grown man, she was a grown woman, and all of them had only just met. His friend couldn't have known just how strong his feelings for Jessi really were.

They had all joked about her and talked about how sexy she was, but none of them had actually thought they would ever sleep with her. Except Soobin, apparently, whose passionate sex could be faintly heard through the door when Jessi began to moan and scream his name.

As he thought about it, Taehyun suddenly started to feel angry. It overpowered the sadness in his heart. When had Soobin and Jessi agreed to meet? How had it even happened in the first place? And why had Soobin felt the need to make up an excuse to be alone with her, if that was really what had happened?

The more he analyzed the situation, the more questions he had. He would certainly get his answers, because he quickly decided that once he was alone with his friend again he'd ask him all about it. He needed to know, if nothing else than for his broken heart to begin to heal.

He knew that his emotions were ridiculous. He didn't know the woman, and he had no claim over her. Soobin had every right to be with her, and was lucky that he was.

Still, the jealousy he felt was numbing, and it would only get worse. Because while Taehyun sat there on the floor, with tears in his eyes and anger in his heart, the woman screamed with such lust and satisfaction in her voice that his imagination started to run away from him.

His body tensed and he froze. Though the sounds were muffled through the thick wall, his mind started filling in the gaps. He imagined Jessi being fucked by his friend in all kinds of positions, so good that she'd probably call it the best sex she'd ever had. That's what Taehyun envisioned at least when Soobin too became faintly audible, groaning loudly as he was brought over the edge.

Taehyun heard it when his friend came inside the woman with a growl of pleasure and desire. That's when the pain finally became too much to bear. He quickly stood up, and hastily walked away from the crime scene.

He'd go for a long walk. He certainly wasn't in a state to return to the restaurant and face his friends, and he wasn't sure he ever wanted to return to the hotel room even if Soobin called to say that Jessi had left. Which maybe she wouldn't, if Soobin had invited her to stay the whole night.

There were so many questions, and such strong emotions. Taehyun would get his answers and feel much better, in time. In fact, before the week at the hotel was over, he too would have made love to the sexy, charismatic Jessica Ho. But in this moment that felt like an impossible scenario.

If only Taehyun knew what Jessi had in store for him. Then maybe he wouldn't be walking the streets of Seoul in the middle of the night, crying and praying that he wouldn't run into a fan or someone he knew.

But he didn't know what she wanted, and he did cry and pray. As far as memorable experiences go, this was the most difficult and painful one Taehyun had ever had to go through.

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Case: Fort Haight

While traveling I came upon a particularly large ruin arch, bridging the gap between a cliff and a nearby hill.

As I approached, I heard someone calling out for help. Something told me that it wasn't the Demi-humans lurking below the arch. Instead, it was a pompous ass named Kenneth Haight. He looked at me like you'd look at something stuck on your shoe and couldn't even hide the contempt in his voice. Seemed disgusted that a mere Tarnished had been the one to rescue him.

He claimed to be the next in line to Limgrave, but I'll believe that when I see his pedigree. When he asked me to reclaim his fort for him, I was about to tell him to stuff it until he mentioned who had taken the castle from him.

"A knight commander from Stormveil took it. A fool, and plumb mad to boot! Simply obsessed with blood!"

That got my attention. Blood, huh? Another trace of this mysterious "blood lord"? Well, couldn't turn that down. His promised reward was as lavish as it was vague, but information is its own reward.

Speaking of which, he offered a wealth of information about Godrick. Granted, it was in the form of an unrelenting string of invectives, but it was nonetheless very informative. Doubts of Godrick's legitimacy, shameful defeats, dishonorable behavior... Granted, the source is a little biased, but I've seen nothing to contradict him either.

Had a detour on my way there involving a wolf, but I'll talk about that in a different entry.

Eventually I found my way out of the woods, but before I could assault the castle, I found myself with an army already at my back. Normally I'm better at detecting ambushes, but visibility is limited in the woods, so I rode right past a tribe of demi-humans.

They didn't really stand a chance, and after I took care of them, a nearby ghost gave me a little context. He said that the Demi-humans mother had been taken by the knight "bedeviled by blood." He implored Lord Kenneth to return, but I think his faith was a little misplaced.

So the demi-humans are attacking the castle to rescue their mother? I guess it's too much to hope for cooperation, but they could still serve as a distraction. I waited until the next wave charged up the hill and past the barricades, then looped around the back of the castle with Torrent.

Found some unusual flowers growing around the castle. Voice called the "Bloodrose" and it was easy to see why. They were slick with blood, seemed to be oozing out of their petals. It said they grow in festering blood. Cessblood, perhaps?

The voice said it was beloved by those who favored the Lord of Blood and added, "glory to his inevitable reign!"

It rarely editorializes to that extent. Was it on his side?

The demihumans did a good job distracting the the soldiers. The only one really standing in my way was a Pumpkinhead, and as tough as they can be, they don't do well against a wolf pack.

The courtyard was dominated by the massive corpse of the demi-human mother, but I didn't have much time to appreciate it before I was set upon by giant rats, presumably here for the feast. Long-necks (the first I'd seen alive) started throwing firebombs at me from above, so I had no choice but to press on.

The keep's master seemed to be your basic Godrick Knight, but as soon as he saw me, he swung his sword with an arc of blood, similar to Bloody Finger Nerijus. He was tougher than your average knight as well, but in the end, he was still just as predictable as his erstwhile brethren. He couldn't keep track of the glintblades when they were behind him.

I collected my spoils, including an ash of war for his bloody slash ability, and a Nomadic Warrior's Cookbook detailing recipes for Bloodrose. At the very top of the lookout tower, I found half a medallion depicting a masked figure.

The voice told me I could find its twin to the east, and that with the two I could get to the Altus Plateau, wherever that is. I've been east, and I don't plan to go back there anytime soon. If I gotta go to Altus, I'll probably find another way.

Task complete, I returned to Ken for my lavish reward.

A dagger. How generous.

All the voice had to say is that it was made from Erdsteel, had a grass crest engraving, and that it was a noble's self-defense weapon, all stuff I could have deduced on my own. Sensing my disappointment, he also offered to knight me into his service, all I had to do was visit him at the fort once he pacified the Demi-humans.

I'll go back and check on him later. Not because I want to be a knight to such a pompous ass, but because I want to see him squirm once he truly runs out of excuses.

Mystery: This case ties into the larger "Lord of Blood" mystery. Either Godrick was unaware of the usurpation at Fort Haight, or he supported it. If he supported it, then he must be allied to the Lord of Blood, and must have gotten something out of the arrangement. And somehow, killing the Demi-human Mother was part of the Lord of Blood's plans. I don't see the big picture here. There's nothing connecting the Lord of Blood followers I've met so far.

How does the blood knight connect to Nerijus?

Why did he kill the demi-human queen? Because blood touched by grace would not fester, and would not sprout Bloodroses.

Does Godrick know? If so, did he get anything out of it?

Is Kenneth Haight's claim legitimate? No.

Who can take the throne of Stormveil?

Post-script: I returned later to the castle. The Demi-humans had reoccupied it were none too pleased to see me, but still took orders from Kenneth Haight. So at least that part was true. Beyond that, he sounded utterly crushed. Gone was his haughty demeanor. He didn't seem pleased to see me either, but confessed that he didn't have the authority to grant me a title. He even admitted that he was not of the proper lineage and could not take the throne of Stormveil.

I'll give the guy some minor credit. He vowed to find someone who could take that throne. I'll keep a lookout, but it's a moot point until I unseat Godrick.

Additionally, during my adventures I recovered some beast blood. The voice informed me that blood with the gold flecks of grace would never rot or fester, which reminded me of how Kenneth Haight referred to the Demi-humans as outside the light of Grace. If Bloodroses grow from festering blood, then the blood of normal beasts and men could not be used. Only the blood of those who reject or are rejected by grace could sprout Bloodroses. A Demi-human queen would be a strong source of such blood.

#elden ring #elden ring lore #in character blog #let's play

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generic-whumperz · 4 months ago

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Republic Of Arcadia Hierarchy

Hierarchy explanations below

Apocamerica Masterlist

Overview: The Republic of Arcadia (ROA) remains shrouded in mystery and thus shielded from US military personnel and lawmakers' scrutiny. From what little is known, it appears to be a dystopian police state born from chaos, blending elements of a medieval feudal system with a simplified modern military command structure. Functioning under a rigid top-down hierarchy, it offers security along with oppression, as the ruling Baron and Commander overlords protect at the cost of the lower classes' freedom. Vassals, merchants, and slaves work the land under close supervision, living in a state of monitored survival.

Rumors suggest the ruler of ROA is none other than the former United States vice president, Thelonious Rousseau, who has assumed the role of authoritarian leader of Arcadia. Rousseau—thought to be slowly descending into madness, driven by personal tragedy and ambition veiled under vengeance—blames his predecessor for the apocalypse and has taken the self-proclaimed title of Archon of Arcadia. By using fear and propaganda, he maintains control over the populace. The former President is villainized and held responsible for the nemaxys outbreak, while Rousseau positions himself as the savior of humankind. This narrative serves to justify his harsh rule and the feudal system put in place to control citizens and manage production. With the people yearning for security, they reluctantly yield their rights in exchange for military protection, further solidifying the Archon's stronghold over the lives of the reluctant Arcadians.

Once obstinate in its refusal to engage in diplomatic or trade relations with the remaining United States sectors, the ROA has since softened its stance. Following the US’s formal recognition of its sovereignty, communication channels have opened, facilitating the possible exchange of vital resources between the two nations.

Hierarchy (bottom to top)

Vassals, merchants, slaves: Farmers, fishermen, tradespeople, grid workers (sanitation, plumbing, electricity, etc.), small business owners. People who did not have trade skills or were refugees or prisoners were now slaves owned by Commanders or Barons. Vassals and merchants are contractually bound to Barons but are technically free citizens of Arcadia.

Constables, Stewards: Lower ranking Envoys. Basically cops. Patrol frequently are stationed everywhere. “Protect civilians.” Are the on-the-ground eyes and ears of Arcadia.

Envoys (ranking order): Corporal, Sergeant, Lieutenant, Major: The soldiers & military force. Very powerful, Arcadia’s biggest asset and how they keep borders protected. Envoys are the muscles and protectors keeping this house of cards from crumbling. Primarily protect borders and guard shipments and higher officials.

Commanders: Resource management, controls trade and import/exports, and manages & deploys Envoys. Lays the laws of the land as set forth by Barons & Bishops.

Barons, Bishops (& other clergymen): “Lords,” overseers, former town mayors, and spiritual/religious leaders. In charge of the lands and deploying the Envoys. Own the slaves and direct the vassals of the land. Acting Emissaries of Arcadia.

Archon: Supreme ruler, likened to a King or President. Keeps a close council of 5, referred to as first, second, and so on. Secretive, inner circle dealings. Unknown location. Untouchable. Has a harem of Mystics used to keep power, sway the influence of Barons & Bishops, and keep away enemies (including USA) and aggressors.

#Apocamerica #Apocamerica AU #Republic of Arcadia #ROA #ROA AU #whump au #whump worldbuilding #cult whump #post apocalypse #apocalypse whump #slave whump #worldbuilding #world building #hierarchy

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mesetacadre · 5 months ago

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Titanic progress exists in the midst of old backwardness, a jumble of four centuries at once. I met farm women from northern Siberia who had never seen a railway train until they went to Moscow as deputies to the Soviet Congress – senators from their districts, no less. They were able women who had organized schools and hospitals in a dozen counties. They could tell you sharply how badly the men used to run things in the old days when it was manly to get drunk and beat your wife.

I have sat in a managerial conference on a big state farm of a couple of hundred thousand acres in the Ukraine. It had a three-shift division of labor and more tractors and harvesters than any farm in America has. But their problem that evening was the difficulty of fixing the change in the night shift in the complete absence of clocks!

Americans in Moscow hotels often grumble over atrocious plumbing. Yet Moscow has also the most scientific garbage disposal in the world. All the waste of this great city of more than 4,000,000 people is first used in “biothermal processes” which heat large “greenhouse farms” from underground. When the garbage and sewage is thoroughly rotted in this quite odor-less manner, it is then used as fertilizer for ordinary farming. This amazing development got no advertising whatever. I merely chanced upon it when I visited a farm. On the same afternoon, I stopped at the Moscow Central Telegraph and saw some twenty people drawing up their “phototelegrams” to send to their friends. This is something that Western Union does not yet offer to ordinary Americans. Yet it occurs in a country which has periodic shortages of clothing and shoes.

In a land of such contrasts, it is not surprising that many misconceptions arise. Whenever I hear, for instance, that old charge that the Soviets attack religion, I recall the vast varieties of religions I have seen in that land. They include, of course, the various religious wars in the Caucasus between Turks and Armenians and the religious practices of Central Asia, where barely ten years ago Mohammedan mullahs incited the people to cut girls to pieces for the sacrilege of advocating women’s rights.

The Soviets Expected It (1941), Anna Louise Strong

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ausetkmt · 1 year ago

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They marched for desegregation — then they disappeared for 45 days : NPR

This photo of the group known as the Leesburg Stockade Stolen Girls was taken by Danny Lyons, a former SNCC photographer. It helped confirm the girls' location to their parents and civil rights activists. Danny Lyon/Magnum Photos hide caption

In the early 1960s, civil rights protests were picking up speed across the country. Sometimes, protest marches included children as young as 12 years old.

Usually, children who were arrested at protests were bailed out by activist groups, or eventually released to their parents. But on July 19, 1963, during a march to desegregate a theater in Americus, Ga., a group of Black girls was arrested — and for the rest of the summer, their parents had no idea where they were.

One of those girls was Lulu Westbrook-Griffin.

"We were gung-ho young people who want to change the system," Westbrook-Griffin told Radio Diaries.

Westbrook-Griffin was 12 years old at the time. Her older brother, nineteen-year-old James Westbrook, was a field secretary for the Student Nonviolent Coordinating Committee. With SNCC, Westbrook organized a march to desegregate the Martin Theatre, the only theater in Americus.

At least 40 people attended. But as the marchers approached the theater, local police demanded that they disperse, and began beating them with clubs and setting dogs on them.

"Some of us were taken by our feet and arms and thrown in a paddy wagon, and I was one of them," Westbrook-Griffin recalled.

Westbroook-Griffin's brother escaped arrest. "I told Mom that night: 'They drove her off in a paddy wagon and I have no idea where they went,'" James Westbrook said.

Along with at least 13 other girls, Westbrook-Griffin was transported to a single cell of the Leesburg Stockade — an abandoned, Civil-War-era building more than 20 miles away from Americus.

For the next 45 days, the girls would be subject to squalid living conditions. The stockade lacked running water, plumbing and beds. As the weeks passed, conditions only deteriorated.

"We were putting our waste in the shower drain because the toilet was overflowing," Westbrook-Griffin recalled.

Back in Americus, SNCC activists and parents were focused on locating the missing girls.

"Americus is a small town where everybody knew everybody," James Westbrook said. "It was a network of parents trying to find out, day by day, where their children were."

Throughout July and August, SNCC activists went from jail to jail in search of the missing girls. At one of SNCC's mass meetings, someone mentioned a rumor that the girls were being held in the old Leesburg Stockade.

Danny Lyon was a photographer for SNCC at the time. "James Foreman, who was executive secretary, said to go down and check it out," Lyon told Radio Diaries.

Lyon drove to the Leesburg Stockade after dark. There, he took clandestine pictures of the girls and their living conditions through bars of the building.

Lyon's photos confirmed the girls' location to parents and activists, providing leverage as they fought with authorities for the girls' return. Finally, on Sept. 1 – 45 days after they were taken – the police released the girls to their parents. Danny Lyon's photos appeared in Jet magazine in late September and in a special issue of SNCC's The Student Voice newspaper in 1964.

Westbrook-Griffin and the other girls were never formally charged after the march. They also weren't given a reason for why they were held in the stockade so long.

"Was it to break me? Was it to make me fearful? Was it to teach me a lesson?" Westbrook-Griffin says. She wonders to this day why the girls were kidnapped. "But when you look back at it now, you realize it pretty much was a badge of honor rather than a badge of disgrace. We were part of something that matters."

Lulu Westbook-Griffin and the other girls in the Leesburg Stockade were never formally charged. And local law enforcement never explained why they were held in the stockade for so long.

The stockade is still standing. In 2019, the state of Georgia put a historical marker on the site, acknowledging the incident. It reads, "Because their families were not initially told their location and the girls never faced formal charges, they became known as the Leesburg Stockade Stolen Girls."

#They marched for desegregation — then they disappeared for 45 days #stockade stolen girls of leesburg #leesburg georgia #georgia #white supremacy #right to vote #civil rights movement #kidnapped Black girls #leesburg stockage #sclc #sncc

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ottpopfic · 8 months ago

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I don't know if y'all know but I work in early childhood education and used to work with a lot of preteens so there's CDS’ “The Program” aka what ‘What Otty Would Do Is She Got to Restructure CAMP Half Blood

Chb ‘the program’

Camper (just little dudes, you have a bunk till you're 18) -> Junior Counselor (13 or one quest, a cabin can have up to three) -> Head Counselor (15 or have done three quests) -> Staff Lead (min 18, a permanent staff position. One for each active cabin plus one for unclaimed ) -> Rest of Staff (staff member with a specific skill or training in an area to run. Ex. The forge, archery, the infirmary, the school teacher, etc) -> Chiron and Mr.D

Important that each staff member runs one (1) thing. Will is head of the Infirmary and only the Infirmary, Harley is Staff Lead of Cabin 9 but Nyssa runs The Forge. You can go to different adults for different training, Conner is Staff Lead for the Unclaimed but he will still teach you lock-picking etc. The only person who has two is Nico because he's head sword-fighting teacher but he also does funerals and underworld rights and education.

Lots of staff will also take shifts on other locations. If you have infirmary training you will have a shift there. Different people rotate through heading the climbing wall, or being lifeguard on duty. But your main responsibility does not change. Staff also have to do their continuing education hours, Chiron and Mr.D including.

They have a full time, trained, teacher now. He was a high school teacher and they poached him. If you are a year rounder you go to school, and if you finish you get your GED. If another staff person is skilled in something education wise you can apprentice with them, Ex. Alex Vlahos is apprenticing with Will in the healing arts and is getting credits to do it too. With a wider net of safe houses, temples, and adult demigods, when you age out instead of college you can go apprentice at one of those places as well. This isn't just for magic stuff either, you can get craft people certificates for things like plumbing and carpentry. Leo has trained a ton of welders.

There is housing for staff, visiting adult demigods, and kids who have aged out. Two brown stone L-shaped apartment buildings (three stories) angled around a courtyard. There are roommate situations for kids who still need CHB (orphans or ones who attract like crazy) with their own room and a shared common (four to an apartment. Think apartment style dorms.) There are a few ‘air bnb’ style two bedrooms for visitors, and then a mix of three to four bedrooms for long term staff. These are all mixed in, so when you are 19 and living on your own and hurt yourself there's a responsible adult with their two kids right next door to help.

A Head Counselor position hasn't changed much past not having to run other areas of camp. You still have to get your cabin to lunch, you are your cabin's main advocate, you still head things like capture the flag and take part in quest meetings. But you are not ‘the adult in charge’, you have a grown-ass adult to turn to and protect you. In turn a Junior Counselor is someone in training/in the running to be Head Counselor. They help with more day to day cabin wrangling, getting kids to bed etc. You have to be a Junior Counselor to be Head Counselor, this keeps it so no one is responsible for anyone too young or without knowing what they're doing, and establishes a line of succession. No more Wills no more Drews. Head Counselors work with their Staff Lead to appoint Junior Counselors

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ambiguouspuzuma · 11 months ago

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The Fairy Shareholder

Kitchens Inc had endured another torrid year; the crumbling capstone on a miserable decade. The old board had been out of ideas: revenues were down, profits were non-existent, and the whole company was circling a drain of its own design, making and installation. They could have done with a fresh start, but that had been years ago. At this point, they'd needed a miracle.

"Shall we start with introductions?" It was the first shareholder meeting since the takeover, and board were ready to face judgement. As the shareholder present, Juliana took the lead. "Juliana Merryweather, owner and CEO"

"James Barentin, former CEO," one man followed. He was the spitting image of the company founder, sharing his nose as well as his name. "Now head of sales and shareholder liaison."

"William Barentin IV." The man next to him also shared in both; another chip off the old block. "Former head lobbyist. Now responsible for white goods."

It hadn't always been this way. This had been the first business of its kind in the state, producing and fitting kitchens for office and home, and in those early years the market had been theirs: able to set the price of their wares, and decide where they wanted to set them, with a choice of customers waiting for a consultation. Their founder, William Barentin III, had led them from strength to strength in those halcyon days. There had been a bust of him in the lobby, a sign of their prestige, until the recent desperation had come to pass.

"Blane Lumber, former chair of this office." The introductions worked their way around the room. Blane was another man, this time with no remarkable features at all. "Now in charge of surfaces."

The problem with coming first was that the race never ended. Today, the market was awash with competitors, all with more unique names and better brand recognition: locking down the 'Kitchens' trademark had felt like a coup at the time, but it was less useful in an era more focused on Search Engine Optimisation. It took something more catchy to seize a modern customer's attention, a sense of originality - and being the actual original didn't help.

"Harry Goldman, water tank specialist." Another completely average-looking man. Looking across the desk, Juliana saw that most of the others were. She really had to get better at that, with workplace diversity and all. "I look after plumbing."

Of course, Juliana knew who each of them were, even if a few did look a little too alike. She'd given them their jobs, and given most of them their names. James had brought her in, and survived as the only remnant from the old board, helping with the transition to her new regime. Everyone else had gone, and their salaries had been the first costs they had saved.

She'd actually wanted a complete overhaul, but then James was a salesman, and he'd managed to convince her of what he could add: Juliana supposed she wasn't the first the step into the showroom wanting a clean slate, only to be upsold to the speckled marble tiles and countertops instead. She was glad of him, though. The others could be difficult to manage, and it was good to have an experienced hand to show them how things worked - hands included.

It hadn't been hard to convince him of her own resume. She'd started off as a godmother, like most in her industry, but corporations were people in law, and 'minority shareholder' felt roughly equivalent. They called them angel investors: venture capitalists who came in to support struggling businesses, management consultants who helped them to turn things around. She was a new kind of patron for the consumerist age, giving a makeover to miserable companies and helping to change their fortunes as a result.

Juliana had been used to making coaches out of pumpkins, their drivers out of mice; now she turned them into career coaches instead, or made do with computer mice to drive the business on. It was a massive saving on staff costs. They only cost her an arm and a leg, or two, and the rest of the body to attach them to. She arrived in a shower of sparkles, slashed expenses, found a few efficiencies, and sent them on their way. If that was their dream, even the most down-on-their-luck company would go to the IPO.

"Blane, if you could go first." With the roll-call out of the way, she moved onto the numbers. It was largely good news. "Worktop installations are up twice on last quarter. Are we sure these figures are accurate?"

"Well, we do employ a number of counter-fitters." In exchange for her investment, Juliana had told James she would need a seat on the board. That was Blane. He'd been an office chair until she gave him a promotion, and liked making her regret it. "But yes, business has been good. We've focused on the areas you suggested, and it's really working out."

"Excellent." She turned to Harry, who had once been the office goldfish. "Did the savings on sinks work out?"

"They're still working," he said. Harry had been his original name, which had saved her from having to think of one. He'd always known his way around a bowl, but the promotion had been a whole new learning curve: having to find his feet, and then figure out how to use them. "We have a steady flow of work coming in, but most of it's still in the pipeline. You'll see it in next quarter's numbers."

The puns were a side effect: on receiving the gift of language, her creations felt the immediate urge to play with it, like a child unwrapping a new toy on Christmas morning. Juliana had tried to tone them down, but at the end of the day there was no harm in letting the board have fun, provided the business was running smoothly. They might not be around for too much longer, and they might as well enjoy it.

"Okay, if you're sure." She thought about making a joke in turn, but didn't want to faucet. "But remember what's at stake here, gentlemen. We can't afford to let this company go bust. No offence, William."

"None taken." William was the old head in the room, having been in the company for generations. He'd been the bust of the founder in the lobby, now transformed from marble into flesh: it was easier, when Juliana had something similar in appearance to start from. It gave her more to work with, rather than having to come up with the details by herself.

"I'm confident," Harry assured her. "I'm basin everything on solid data from James's team. And yes, we know the stakes. How could we forget?"

She'd given them that briefing on day one. The company needed to get back into the black before the clock struck year-end, or else the spell would wear off: the business would fold, and the board would return to their original forms. That was their motivation - literally working for their lives, or their new ones, in Harry's case. She'd thrown him into the deep end, and it really had been sink or swim.

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