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cherryrikis · 5 months ago

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사랑으로 (with love,)

PAIRING swim instructors riki x fem reader

WARNINGS mild profanity

GENRE enemies to ??, fluff, angst if you squint

SYNOPSIS you hated riki because when it came to teaching your classes, he always one upped you. but riki doesn’t hate you. so when you both are punished for breaking equipment, he uses every opportunity to try and talk to you.

a/n loosely based of personal experience cz im a lifeguard🛟 also not proofread

it was meant to be a part time summer job. you just wanted something to do with all your free time, now that school was out.

but, the kids grew to love you, and you grew to love what you do.

so, you began to work full time at the local community pool.

instead of 2 classes a day, you’d teach 4 classes a day. it wasn’t too bad, each class only being 30 minutes.

you were so glad to help out, often even training the new interns.

until one. nishimura riki.

he was barely an intern for a week before becoming a full time employee. at first, you paid him no mind. he was a good teacher. very professional and good with the kids, often demonstrating the skills they needed to know to pass his class.

but eventually, he became better. he grew to become an even better teacher than you. the kids who loved you since the beginning started requesting to be put in riki’s class.

you watched him from across the pool, playfully splashing his students (who really, used to be your students), as they squealed about how the water was too cold.

but he always noticed your gaze. he turned around, smiling at you softly.

and you hated it, you felt nothing but hatred for him to the core of your heart. most of the staff noticed it, and it made it a bit awkward to work with either of you.

it was around 8:00 when your last class had ended. all your co-workers were putting the lane lines back in, preparing the pool for the swim team’s practice the following day.

“y/n? can you collect all the kick boards and put them away?” the manager, anton, asked you. “riki, go help y/n with all the other equipment.”

“what?” your mouth fell open, “anton, i can do it myself,”

“y/n.” anton cut you off. “don’t fight it. just let him help you.” he sighed before walking back into his office to pack up for the night.

you stood still in the middle of the walkway, ignoring how your coworkers moved past you to go wash up in the showers.

finally moving out the way to collect the boards, you huffed as you saw riki follow you into the storage room.

it was eerie. the lightbulb constantly went out, so the staff just figured to keep a candle and a lighter on the shelf above the bins.

riki lit the flame before going to help you clean up.

as you finished stacking the equipment, you went to walk out of the room, but riki grabbed your hand, pulling you back in.

“why do you hate me?”

“i don’t hate you.” you mumbled, before attempting to leave once more, only to be brought back to him.

he raised an eyebrow, looking you up and down.

“fine, i just don’t like you.” you scoffed. “you constantly one up me, taking my position, and even luring my students over to your class. nowadays, i don’t even get paid as much as you do anymore!”

“it’s not my fault! you act like my sole purpose was to come here and take your place.” riki grimaced at you. “maybe i am just the better instructor between us. it’s not my fault you can’t accept that.”

one might say it was out of jealous rage, or just an intolerance of immaturity. but something inside you snapped.

you shoved riki’s shoulder, causing him to fall against the wall and hit the shelf which held the candle.

from that point on, everything was in slow motion. the sound of glass breaking was loud and very audible.

the hot wax spilled across the plastic bin, melting the lid and spilling all over the foam boards which sat inside.

“what the fuck y/n?” riki yelled out.

immediately, anton came rushing in. he looked inside the bin, noticing how there was now a huge hole burnt through the container and all the boards inside. the equipment was no longer usable.

“are you serious? who’s fault was it? who did it?” he asked sturnly.

“it was y/n.” “riki did it.”

“are you kidding?!” you both exclaimed in unison.

“you knocked over the candle.” “you pushed me!” riki scoffed in disbelief. “it was foam! how do you manage to damage foam of all things?”

“enough!” anton intervened. he looked between you and riki, before moving his gaze to your red swim shirts. lifeguard, it read.

“your shirts are a symbol of your dedication and responsibility as a lifeguard and swim instructor. you may be good in the water, but you are both unbelievable outside it. if you keep this up, you could get those shirts revoked.”

“anton.. i’m so sorry.” you apologized, realizing what you done and that it technically was your fault.

“as much as i appreciate your apology, an apology won’t fix this mess. you two are on cleaning duty. i’ll call the janitor to tell him he doesn’t need to come tonight. the keys are on my desk, lock up before you leave.”

you nod in response, but riki still had something to say. “what? this is completely unfair! if anything, she should do it herself!”

but by then, anton had already left. “asshole.” he muttered. “this is all your fault y/n! by this rate we won’t finish for another hour or two.”

“by this rate, we won’t finish at all if you keep standing there and doing nothing. go grab that trash bag and mop.” you sighed.

riki was hesitant to help, but did so anyway, knowing it wasn’t up to him.

after power washing the concrete floors, scrubbing the bathrooms, and replacing all the damaged equipment, all the work was done by 10:05pm.

“good job, i guess. just wait for me then we can go.” you muttered as you finished wiping down the mirror of the employee’s bathroom.

“why would i wait for you?” he scoffed.

“you’re the one who got us in this mess.”

“i- whatever. just, let me help you.” riki licked his dry lips, taking the sponge from you.

the pool doors and the office were all locked up. you both were ready to leave before he paused right in front of the entrance.

“you wanna get something to eat? i’ll drive you home after. you shouldn’t walk by yourself and especially not on an empty stomach.”

“yeah. that’d be nice.” you replied, smiling genuinely at him for the first time.

with the both of you freshly showered yet so tired, riki drove to the nearest mcdonalds, ordering for the two of you.

after the food was picked up at the window, he pulled up at empty parking lot, turning off the engine so you could eat together.

“why are you still so nice to me after i was so rude to you?” you asked with a quiet voice, suddenly feeling bad as you reflected on your past interactions

“you know, it was never on purpose..” he whispered.

“what?” you asked, confused. his answer seemed slightly unrelated to your question.

“earlier, when we were still at the rec center. i asked why you hated me, and you said i basically replaced you.” riki reminded. “it wasn’t on purpose. i just really liked you back when you were only training me. and i thought, i don’t know.. maybe you thought it’d be attractive if you saw i was good with kids or something. but i never meant to make you feel that way.”

“oh riki..” you pouted, putting your box of chicken nuggets down. “i’m so sorry. i had no idea. i mean, if it makes you feel any better, i thought you were pretty cute when i was training you.”

“yeah, i guess that actually does help.” he smiled.

“can i..” you mumbled, leaning forward towards riki as he remained still in the drivers seat.

slowly, he moved closer to you, before eventually connecting your lips in a gentle kiss.

you moved your mouth against his, softly deepening the kiss.

riki smiled against you, and it was very noticeable. you found it cute how his face ran hot when you finally pulled away to repeatedly peck his cheek.

he brought a hand up to your face, holding you delicately. you leaned into his touch, before grimacing as you felt a slimy substance touch you.

“ew, riki!” you exclaimed, realizing his thumb had just accidentally wiped mustard under your eye.

he laughed, the sound like music to your ears, before he helped you wipe it off.

“i’m looking forward to working with you now that we don’t hate each other. maybe whenever we make eye contact mid class, you’ll stop looking at me weirdly.” you joked.

“oh come on, you know i only ever looked at you with love”. riki pursed his lips into a smirk, before bringing your lips back against his.

#enhypen #enhypen x reader #niki x reader #enhypen niki #niki smau #nishimura riki #riki x reader #serena writes ! riki

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justmeinatree · 1 year ago

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So Bright Sometimes

Summary : Part 2 to Step Into The Light … harry’s wish comes true.

TW : smut

Word Count : 2.1k

you were now sitting in the green room, all of the dancers sitting around, some eating snacks, almost everyone on their phones, completely ignoring each other.

you were all waiting for the okay to leave, the director wanting to check over a few shots to make sure everything was perfect before sending anyone home.

a young man steps into the large room, a few people looking up expectantly, hoping to be get the go ahead to get out of here.

“which one of you is y/n ?” he asks loud enough for everyone to hear, making you get up and make your way towards him.

you weren’t formally introduced to him today, but you definitely recognize him. he must be harry’s PA, as you’ve seen him bring water, towels, snacks, even a hair clip at some point.

by the time you reach him, everyone’s back to their phones, not caring about your interaction at all.

“hey,” you smile warmly, not thinking much of why he was here for you. “do they need more shots ?”

“no, i just have a message for you,” he smiles just as politely, handing you a note and heading out without so much as another word.

you open the folded piece of paper, reading the words quickly scratched onto it.

still dripping ?

come to my dressing room.

-h

and fuck, you hadn’t thought about it since you walked away from him, hours ago now. assuming you had to shove that encounter to the depths of your brain in an effort to protect your sanity. but the words he’s written down send a pool of heat into the pit of your stomach.

with one more quick glance around, to confirm that no one is paying too much attention, you head out of the green room, in search for harry’s dressing room.

you walk down the long hallway, taking note of the signs on the doors as you pass. green room 2. women’s bathroom. janitor’s closet. men’s bathroom. green room 3. equipment storage. then finally, a computer printed paper with the words harry styles - dressing room.

you take a deep breath in an effort to calm yourself. because really, this is high up on the crazier things you’ve done. you shake off the nerves, your knuckles rasping against the door.

a moment later, the door is creaking open, harry standing on the other side, smiling cheekily as he notices you.

“i take it my message was delivered ?” he chuckles, ushering you in, and closing the door behind you.

“it was indeed,” you giggle, feeling a wave of nervousness. you weren’t exactly sure what was okay for you to do.

harry steps towards you, standing in front of you, his hands hovering by your hips, “can i still touch ?”

“yeah,” you breathe out, nodding at him, as you tilt your head back to make eye contact with him.

during the video shoot, you couldn’t let yourself think too much about it. but now that you’re alone with him, and you’re really letting yourself look at him, you take in how gorgeous he is.

harry had changed into some faded blue jeans, and a thin white tshirt, dark splotches visible where tattoos litter his torso. his lips are parted slightly, tongue poking out to lick them.

his hands make contact with your hips, over your shirt so as not to push any boundaries, his eyes locked on yours, “i’ve never really done anything like this.”

“why me then ?” you ask softly, curious as to how on earth you’re the person he meets, that breaks his rule.

“because you’re the first person that makes me achingly hard during a video shoot,” he hums, fingers squeezing on your hips. “and you’re the first person that’s honestly made me contemplate dropping to my knees, opening my mouth, and waiting for you to drip on my tongue.”

a small whimper leaves your chest, hands gripping into harry’s shirt, over his pecks. his eyes rake over yours, watching the effect he has on you.

he drops his head forward, nose rubbing up against yours as he speaks quietly, “will you let me ?”

“let you what ?” you ask, just as quietly, eyebrows furrowing slightly, lips chasing after his.

harry pulls away just slightly, not letting your lips connect quite yet, tutting at you playfully. “easy tiger,” he hums, one hand raking up your body, fingertips gliding over your hip, the dip in your waist, ribs, stopping right under the swell of your breast, teasing touches making you quiver.

“what do you want, harry ?” you ask, desperate for anything. anything he can think of. anything he wants to ask of you. right now, it’s an automatic yes. you wanted him. you were entranced by him.

he hums, thoughtfully, his nose dragging down the side of your cheek, lips randomly peppering soft kisses as he makes his way to your ear. “want you to let me get on my knees for you,” he whispers, lips trailing over the shell of your ear. “want you to drip right into my fuckin mouth,” he adds, biting into your earlobe and tugging on it.

you whimper louder this time, unable to hold it down, as your head tilts back, displaying your neck to him. silently asking for more.

“look at you,” harry groans, his hand gliding over the underside of your breast, traveling up your sternum to rest on the side of your neck, thumb stroking over the column of your throat.

harry peppers soft, sucking kisses into the other side of your neck, murmuring, “fuckin exposing yourself to a stranger. so needy for it aren’t you, darling ? can’t fuckin wait to fix that.”

“fuck, harry, please let me kiss you,” you whine, gripping into his hair and tugging as hard as you can, trying to pull his head out of your neck.

it elicits a loud, breathy moan from harry, his lips crashing onto yours in a heated, needy kiss. both of you have teased each other to no end throughout the day. there was no time to waste now that you could finally give in to temptation. it was all tongue and teeth and uncoordinated bliss as you finally felt each other the way you were both dreaming about.

harry quickly drops to his knees, unbuttoning your pants and pulling them down your legs, helping you step out of them. he admires the large wet spot on your panties, his fingertip reaching out to lightly rub over it.

the teasing touches are making your head spin, the heat in your lower stomach growing more and more, your arousal fogging your brain.

“can i see you darling,” harry asks, fingers dancing along the edge of your panties, in your inner thigh.

“please harry, please,” you groan, hips bucking, searching for any kind of friction, your pussy aching.

he pushes your panties aside, eyes meeting your bare cunt, a string of arousal connecting your folds to the panties he’s holding to the side.

his other hand urges your thighs apart, watching you spread for him, eyes raking in your sopping, swollen cunt, “christ darling, you’re so fucking wet for me.” his fingers reach out, stopping just a hair’s width from actually making contact with you. “can i touch you ?”

you can feel the presence of his fingers without actually feeling him, and your brain is going numb. you needed to feel him. “harry please just fucking do something,” you beg quietly, needily.

the permission you grant him, unfortunately doesn’t give you everything you’d hoped and wanted. his touches are so gentle, barely any pressure, as his fingertip tease your entrance, watching the fluttering of your cunt, arousal pooling more and more.

“fuck, please harry, i need more,” you whine breathily, hands starting to tremble as you reach out for his hair, trying to move him closer to your cunt.

“not yet,” he shakes his head, despite the death grip you have on him, he’s quite stronger than you. “you’re going to give me what i want. i promise it’ll be worth it, sweetheart,” he hums, eyes locking with yours, making the heat pool even more in your centre.

harry’s eyes roam over your body, making their way back down to your pussy, smirking as he pulls his fingers away, watching your arousal drip beneath you.

“that’s it, darling. knew you could be so good for me,” he groans, positioning himself closer to you, lowering himself with his mouth open, tongue sticking out.

he watches as your pussy clenches, your body absolutely reeling at what he’s doing. what he’s making you feel, while barely having touched you. he watches as your cunt drips, tongue darting out to catch it.

harry moans, finally getting a taste at you. he’s instantly addicted. instantly needs more.

his tongue darts out again, colliding with your heat, lapping up your juices, tongue digging into you to scoop out as much of your sweet nectar as he can.

he moans loudly, the sweetness of you overwhelming his taste buds, gripping onto your hips and thighs to hold you steady.

your body jolts, not expecting him to flip like a switch. from barely noticeable touches to full on slurping from your cunt, your brain takes a moment to catch up.

your knees buck, loud moan leaving you as your body finally gets some much needed relief.

harry’s hands on your hips help to hold you up, pulling away from your pussy to stand up, walking you backwards towards a couch. “sit sweetheart, you’ll be more comfortable,” he smiles at you, dropping back down to his knees.

his mouth doesn’t make contact again, as you were expecting. his fingers, instead, reaching out to explore your folds. his middle and ring finger pairing up, roaming up and down over your entrance, adding more and more pressure.

eventually his fingertips breach your centre, as a loud whimpery breath overtakes you, head falling back against the couch.

harry works his fingers in deeper, admiring as your cunt willingly sucks them in, desperate for anything he’s tempted to give you.

once he falls onto the spongey spot inside you, he watches your thighs try to clamp shut on his wrist. “no,” he groans, prying your legs apart. “let me make you feel good.”

his fingers keep working a steady rhythm over your sweet spot, thumb beginning to stroke over your clit.

your eyes roll back, body shivering, as you’re an absolute moaning mess. no one’s ever simultaneously found both your most sensitive spots before. he knew what he was doing to you, that much was clear.

harry adds pressure to both your swollen button, and sweet spot, clamping them together between his fingers.

the air is knocked out of you, harry rolling his fingers together, as you gasp to take a breath, body shaking.

your entire body was on fire, skin prickling, you were burning up. you couldn’t catch your breath, all of your senses on overdrive. it felt like your soul was trying to scratch its way out of your body to escape the stinging, burning, hell that is the current state of your skin.

“c’mon, know you can do it. know you’re feeling so good right now. let go for me, darling,” harry mumbles into your skin, kissing over your inner thighs.

your fingers grip into his hair again, needing something to anchor yourself to, as your orgasm rips through your body, tearing you apart, leaving you in shreds.

erratic breathing, quivering body, overheated skin, throat raw from all the moaning, lungs burning from the gasping breaths. it was everything you needed. ever bit of relief you were craving. and more.

harry slowly dropped his grip on your heat, pulling his fingers away, dragging them up your body to slip past your lips.

you moan again, loving an opportunity to taste your cum, tongue swirling around his fingers, flicking over the tip, lapping at the underside, just as you imagine doing to his cock.

“such a pretty mouth,” harry coos, having picked himself up off the ground, looming over you, feeling what your tongue has to offer.

“gonna let me taste you now ?” you ask, a smirk playing at your lips, sucking his fingers back in, moaning as you work over them.

“get on your fuckin knees,” he grumbles, gripping into your hair, tugging you off the couch, taking your spot for himself, as he shimmies out of his pants.

you position yourself between his knees, biting on your lip, as you look up at him through your lashes, hand palming over the tent in his briefs.

“how much will you let me do ?” you ask, your tongue swiping over his clothed cock.

“m’all yours sweets,” he smiles breathily. “wanna feel all the talent that mouth has to offer.”

“good answer,” you smirk. “because i love putting my tongue inside people too.”

Part 3

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Masterlist

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#harry styles #harry styles fic #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles blurb #harry styles imagine #harry styles one shot #harry styles x reader #harry styles x you #smut #harry styles smut #harry styles masterlist #harry styles writings #lights up #one direction #writings #justmeinatree

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eevisims · 11 months ago

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shore luxe apartments & coffee shop

luxe shore apartments are a modern apartment complex located in the city center of san myshuno, overlooking a stunning lake. the complex is well-equipped with various amenities such as a outside grill area & seating, coffee shop, 3 car garage, communal laundry, gym & pool. each unit has an integrated kitchen for a sleek & modern look. the apartments include spa-like bathrooms, 1 bedroom apartments even have their own bathtubs for an extra touch of luxury. the basement includes storage cages for all units, perfect for realism.

more information:

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$560,537 lot type | residential rental & 6 units *it's a residential lot on the gallery since i don't own the pack yet* lot size | 30x30 location | san myshuno three 1 bedroom & 1 bathroom apartments & three studio apartments move in ready, unfurnished

amenities include:

outside grill area & seating, coffee shop, 3 car garage, communal laundry, gym & pool

cc used:

cc list here

additional notes:

everything is playtested & functional i'll upload a proper residential rental lot when i own the pack the doorbells might get annoying when playing in this lot because of the constant wall notifications the kitchen counters are a slightly different color compared to the cabinets, but the marble on the counters was too perfect not to use them. i hope it's not too much of a problem

download from my gallery

bb.moveobjects on packs shown in the gallery let me know if any cc is missing/anything else is wrong/a link isn't working thanks to all cc creators

#sims 4 #sims 4 simblr #the sims 4 #ts4 build #sims 4 screenshots #showusyourbuilds #sims 4 cc build #sims 4 for rent #sims 4 apartment

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hometoursandotherstuff · 10 months ago

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This may look like your ordinary mansion, but don't be fooled. This 2018 estate in Battle Creek, Michigan has everything, including being fully equipped for an apocalyptic takeover. 5bds, 9ba, $5.75M. According to the description, they spent $10M developing it into a potentially off-grid compound, so it's a steal at $5.75M.

We've seen mansions before, so we'll just take a peek at the home part, (hint- it's blindingly WHITE), then cut to the chase to the special features.

You get the idea. Click on the listing to see all 138 photos, but wear sunglasses, b/c this house is too white.

It has a sauna and a therapeutic pool and spa.

And, there's also a home theater.

The 290.55 acre lot has a lot of ground to cover. There's this fenced-in area that looks like it's for growing your own vegetables.

I don't know if they haven't set the greenhouse up yet, or if they removed everything, but it looks like the equipment is new.

There's a house that was probably already on the property when they bought it.

On a remote part of the huge property is the entrance to the bunker.

This is your spacious apocalyptic bunker ready to be filled with supplies, etc.

The soil beds are ready for you to start your indoor garden (would also make a great pot grow room).

There's storage everywhere down here.

It's gigantic.

Such a large area, it must sprawl way out underground.

Another bathroom. I counted about 4 down here.

Sleeping quarters.

Another living area with a 2nd kitchen.

A bedroom?

While everyone else is trying to escape the apocalypse, you can be having a relaxing soak.

No idea what this is- maybe a deeper, more secure space? Soundproof? Okay, I've been informed that this is a firing range. So, I guess they're preparing to battle it out if they have to.

In the meantime, you can enjoy the beautiful property. Screw those ugly decommissioned missile bunkers, this is a mansion bunker.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/22072-Pine-Lake-Rd-Battle-Creek-MI-49014/126672646_zpid/

#mansions #estates #bunkers #unique homes #houses #house tours #home tour

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playedcrowd5610 · 18 days ago

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Vivisection Buddies - Transformers x Danny Phantom (Breakdown)

Summary: After being attacked and experimented on by M.E.C.H, Breakdown is rushed to the medical bay for his injuries.

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Set in a series where Danny finds Starscream one day and decides to start haunting the Decepticons. That's basically all the context you need but if you want more here is the rest of the series:

Haunting the Nemesis

Part 1: Chasing Stars

Part 2: Burning Rubber

Part 3: Adventures of the Decepticons' Pet Ghost Or Tumblr Master List

Notes:

As you may have inferred in the summary, this takes place right after the episode "Operation: Breakdown." Season 1, Episode 16 (they are free on YouTube if you want to look)

In other words (spoilers for the episode), Breakdown was experimented on by humans, and Knockout was given no reaction in the show! And I am upset about it.

TW: This chapter and the next will have mentions of experimentation, torture, threats, vivisection, and injury. (past and present)

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Danny was kneeling on one of the countertops about fifteen feet above the ground, wiping it down with a cloth and a bottle of solvent. He didn’t usually clean up the medbay, but he really just wanted something to keep himself busy while Knockout was reorganizing his tools again!

Knockout let out an exasperated sigh, looking over at the time displayed on the monitor again. "Where is he?" He muttered, more to himself than Danny. He set down a wrench-looking tool on one of the shelves and glanced over at the human on the counter. "Breakdown should've been back by now. It's not typical of him to keep me waiting." His pede tapped on the floor.

Danny scrubbed at a stubborn stain on the counter that he likely didn’t want to know the origin of. "Maybe he's taking the scenic route?” He suggested.

Knockout let out a huff, crossing his arms. "Possibly.” Danny could sense tension pooling in the medic’s EM field. Knockout rarely showed concern openly, but it was easy enough to see if you paid attention. And Danny was good at paying attention.

Just as Danny was about to make another sarcastic comment to try and distract Knockout some more, the doors to the medbay hissed open, and the atmosphere instantly shifted. Heavy footsteps clanged against the floor as two Vehicons rushed in, dragging Breakdown’s limp frame between them.

Danny dropped the cloth immediately, his eyes widening at the blue mech’s battered body. Parts of his armour were removed entirely, his chest plate was sawed apart, and his right optic was completely missing from the socket, causing energon to flow down across his faceplate. Danny’s core lurched; the sight was horrific.

“Breakdown!” Knockout’s voice broke through the stunned silence, sharp and filled with alarm. He practically shoved the Vehicons out of the way, who barely managed to get Breakdown onto the medical table before stepping back. Knockout didn’t even acknowledge them, his optics glued to the mangled mess of his partner’s frame. He started frantically trying to scan Breakdown with his internal medical systems.

“—What happened ?” Knockout demanded with a mix of panic and fury as he glanced up at the Vehicons. “Who did this to him?!”

The Vehicons exchanged uncomfortable looks but remained silent, not offering any explanation. They seemed reluctant, or maybe afraid, to speak. Without a word, they turned and left the room quickly, the door sliding shut behind them, leaving Knockout, Danny, and the severely injured Breakdown alone.

“Ugh! Useless pieces of scrap,” Knockout spat, but his focus immediately returned to Breakdown. His hands moved frantically over his partner’s form, trying to assess the damage. “Oh, Primus.”

Danny stepped closer, his eyes glued to Breakdown, as he asked, "What do you need me to do?"

Knockout didn’t even hesitate. “Get the energon transfusion equipment, now!” Knockout was already pulling pieces of equipment off of shelves and throwing them onto his workstation.

Danny rushed to the nearby storage cabinet, grabbing the necessary equipment with practiced ease. In the months he’d spent in the medbay, he had done this dozens of times before... But this... this was Breakdown—Knockout’s partner. Danny shivered as he felt the barely suppressed panic radiating off the medic as he tried to work.

As Danny set up the transfusion, Knockout’s servos moved across Breakdown’s brutally torn chest plates, his optics scanning the damage in detail. There were jagged edges where the metal had been sawed open, energon leaking from the exposed internals. Organs and mechanisms damaged or missing .

Knockout met Breakdown’s only functioning optic, which flickered. “How did this happen?” He demanded, his voice laced with disbelief and anger. "What in the Pit could’ve done this?" Danny got the feeling he would have gestured angrily if he currently wasn't servo-deep in Breakdown's chassis.

Breakdown groaned before tilting his helm to the side. Danny sensed a flicker of — shame ?— in his field. “An organization of humans… M.E.C.H ..."

Knockout froze, the word “humans” hanging in the air like a death sentence. His optics flared with rage as he processed the information. “Humans? Humans did this to you?!” His voice rose sharply, anger blaring in his field. “HOW!? — I’ll tear them apart. I’ll—”

Danny quickly stepped in. “Knockout, focus. We need to get him stable first. We can worry about revenge later .”

Knockout blinked, field stabilizing as he looked down at Breakdown again. He nodded sharply, though the fury in his optics hadn’t lessened. “You’re right. Stabilize him first.” Danny stayed by Knockout’s side, ready to assist with whatever he needed, his own field flickering with concern.

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Knockout’s servos didn’t tremble as he scanned over Breakdown’s battered form. He was a medic, and he was too good for that. But it was a close thing. He was scanning again and again, trying to figure out where to start. His processor was racing, screaming at him to work faster. The panic fueling his circuits, he tried to push it aside, trying to fall into the familiar rhythm of medical procedure as if it was any regular mech on the table.

He looked down at Breakdown’s face, his partner’s optic dim but focused, though something was off. Breakdown’s face wasn’t grimacing in pain like he should be in this situation. Knockout frowned.

“Breakdown,” Knockout asked, voice tight with concern, “are… are you in pain?”

Breakdown’s gaze shifted slightly, trying to look down at his injuries but couldn’t see past his chest plate. “No, they…" He paused. "They shut off my pain receptors.”

Knockout’s spark clenched at the words. The thought of Breakdown being carved open while completely aware but unable to feel what was happening…

“Thank the Ancients for that,” Danny chimed in, his field displaying a mixture of relief and horror. “Getting ripped apart without the painkillers is way worse.”

Knockout let out a heavy sigh, forcing himself to focus. “I agree. The pain would’ve been unbearable.” His hands moved more methodically now. "Once I finish the surgery, I'll fix your pain receptors." He promised.

He scanned Breakdown’s optic socket to assess the damage. The energon flow needed to be stopped immediately. Knockout grabbed the soldering tool Danny had retrieved for him and got to work, sealing off the damaged conduits with precision.

It didn’t take long to stop the leaking energon, but when Knockout stepped back to inspect his work, his spark sank. He wouldn’t be able to repair Breakdown’s optic. He doubted he would even be able to find a replacement optic on this pit-forsaken ship if he tried, not that it would even connect with the damage so severe.

Knockout placed a temporary patch over the optic socket to protect it, running his servo smoothly over it as he pulled away. The crushing feeling of failure seeped down to his struts. “I can’t fix your optic.” Knockout’s voice was low, almost bitter.

He tried to stamp down the frustration building in his field, feeling like he was failing Breakdown in the worst way possible. His spark twisted painfully. He should be able to fix this. He should be able to do more. Breakdown was always there to protect him, and Knockout could always fix him. Now, what was Knockout good for?

Breakdown’s one remaining optic dimmed in understanding of his partner’s silent distress. He raised a servo to place it on Knockout’s own. “It's okay. I would look cool with an eyepatch anyway.” He tried to joke, but Knockout knew he didn’t truly mean it. Knockout pulled his servo away; he couldn’t linger on self-blame for long. There was still so much more to do.

Knockout shifted his focus to Breakdown’s chest. The torn plates were jagged and uneven — a gruesome sight. It looked like they were savagely sawed open without a hint of care or precision. With a sharp intake of air, Knockout ran a handheld scanner over the exposed internals, dreading what he might find.

Most of Breakdown’s vital components were still intact, luckily. And they hadn’t touched his spark chamber; thank the Allspark for that.

Breakdown’s voice cut through the quiet whirring of the scanner. “I… escaped before they could do more.”

Knockout paused, narrowing his optics slightly as he detected a strange note in Breakdown’s tone, something withheld. But now wasn’t the time to press him for answers. “That’s good,” Knockout said, more to himself than to Breakdown. “We’re lucky it wasn’t worse. Primus knows what they were planning.”

He reached for another tool designed to weld thick armour plating back together and began the painstaking process of sealing Breakdown’s torso. His movements were precise. He couldn’t shake the feeling that he wasn’t doing enough.

What kind of medic was he if he couldn’t even repair the damage caused by a bunch of fleshbags ?

Danny hovered nearby, retrieving tools when Knockout asked for them, but mostly staying out of the way. The welding process continued. Knockout couldn’t help but notice how quiet Breakdown had become. Typically, even when injured, his partner would have made some kind of sarcastic remark, maybe even complained about the pain if his receptors had been online. But now, Breakdown was... distant. Withdrawn.

Bit by bit, he welded the torn chest plates back into place, sealing the gaps and restoring some semblance of structure to Breakdown’s torso. It wasn’t perfect—it wasn’t even close to the level of care Knockout wanted to provide—but it would hold until he could do something more permanent.

Knockout stepped back. His servos ached, and his processor was exhausted, but Breakdown was stable.

Knockout’s gaze lingered on Breakdown’s damaged optic, the temporary patch over it serving as a constant reminder of his own limitations. He should’ve been able to do more... he should have been there.

Knockout let out a sigh, glancing over at Danny. “Thank you... for helping.”

Danny gave a slight nod. “Anytime.” He paused, looking at Breakdown’s still form. “He’ll pull through. You did good, Knockout.”

Knockout’s optics flickered, unsure if he believed that. But for now, he’d take the reassurance.

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The medbay felt too quiet for Breakdown’s liking. A day had passed since Knockout had managed to patch him up, but the silence now only amplified his unease. Knockout was checking on Breakdown’s readings constantly, barely muttering a word before wandering off to organize something just to avoid hovering over him.

Breakdown watched his partner dart back and forth across the room, feeling both grateful and exasperated. He knew Knockout was trying to distract himself, but it didn’t do much to ease the tension in his field.

The sound of the medbay doors sliding open pulled him from his thoughts. Danny strolled in, which was a regular occurrence, but Breakdown couldn’t help but notice the way his field reflected worry that his expression didn’t show. The human’s gaze lifted to meet Breakdown’s optic, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“This sight seems familiar,” Danny said, trying to joke with a half-hearted smile.

Breakdown let out a long, tired sigh, recalling the last time they had found themselves in the medbay together. It hadn’t been so long ago, after a fight with the Autobots. “Yeah, you could say that.”

Danny wandered closer, his gaze flicking over to Knockout, who was still trying to keep himself busy organizing. “So, are your pain and sensory receptors back online?” Danny asked.

Breakdown tried to chuckle. “Yeah... they’re back online. I feel like slag, though.” He groaned as he tried to move. "It'll feel better soon."

Knockout, who had been sorting the same medical supplies for the third time, turned to them with a sharp huff. “Not soon enough,” he muttered under his breath. His servos clenched around a tool he was holding, his frustration up in his field and filling the room. He glanced down at Danny, his optics narrowing slightly. “You should leave. I don’t think Breakdown wants to see a human right now.”

Breakdown stepped in quickly, “No... it’s fine. Danny can stay.” The kid was fine, and it wasn’t his fault that others of his kind tried to hurt him.

Knockout gave him a look, but he didn’t argue further. Instead, he went back to organizing, though the tension in his frame was impossible to ignore.

Danny sighed and sat on the ground next to Breakdown, crossing his legs. He sighed deeply and looked up to Breakdown with a wry smile. “I get it. Humans... yeah, they suck sometimes. A lot of the time, actually.” His voice was steady, but his field wavered in bitterness and pain. “Especially the scientists.” Danny shifted anxiously before sighing again. “You know, I was experimented on too.”

Both Knockout and Breakdown’s optics snapped to him, the silence in the room palpable as they stared at the human, processing what he had just said.

Danny laughed, trying to wave off the tension, but the sound was hollow. “Yeah, it sucks. It was... painful. Terrifying, really. Being cut open and having your organs removed, not being treated like you're a real person... I get it, Breakdown. I really do.”

The room fell silent again, both mechs stunned by Danny’s words. Danny, however, tried to brush it off with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. He glanced at Breakdown, his tone becoming lighter, almost teasing. “But hey, at least now we can be vivisection buddies, right?”

Breakdown blinked. The idea of Danny enduring the kind of torment M.E.C.H had put him through. It shook Breakdown, but then again, it was true that they now had something in common.

Knockout, however, was less composed. His optics were wide, his field buzzing with disbelief. “ You were WHAT?”

Danny shrugged, trying to downplay the severity of it. “It was a long time ago. Not something I like to dwell on, but... I know what it’s like.” His eyes flicked between the two mechs, his expression softening. “I get why it’s hard to trust humans after something like that.”

Breakdown’s gaze softened as well, his field brushing gently against Danny’s in a silent acknowledgment. The human was tougher than he’d ever given him credit for.

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unbossed · 9 months ago

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I've been meaning to make this post for a few years now. After my experiences in the Army I was very keen on the idea of expansive public "tool libraries", inspired by the tool rooms and motor pools that I'd used to check out equipment and vehicles on an as-needed basis. It always struck me as a much better way to allocate things that were not needed by anyone all the time. I don't need a pruning pole saw every day, so why should I waste storage space on something that I'll only use for less than 2 weeks every year when I could simply sign one out from a local depot for such things when needed?

These podcasters fleshed out and expanded on that premise in a way that I can really get behind. If you dig into my #srsly wrong tag you'll find a few more good episodes. I highly recommend their interview with David Graeber, too, but I don't think they've done a truly bad episode.

#excerpts from the novel that i'll never write #srsly wrong #srsly wrong podcast #library socialism #libraries

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plumbobbro · 5 months ago

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auroragehenna · 2 months ago

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AI-less Whumptober

Day 22 - Torture Tuesday (Forced (to kneel/watch/hurt somebody else), whipped, “Do not look away.”)

"Torture, watching stuff, singing"

TW/CW: Forced to kneel, livestreamed torture, multiple different torture methods, whipping deluxe, knife whump, multiple whumpers-sorta, creepy/intimate whumper, electrocution whump, taunting, prideful whumpee, scared whumpee, smug whumper, quick mentions/implications of non-con and cannibalism, cursing Word count: 2'544

Adam had spent the last hours setting up everything on his laptop. Camera, livestream, cash automatics. He was sitting popped up against the wall of the pool, occasionally lifting his gaze from the screen to leer over at Lyra.

Lyra was camped in the middle of the room, sitting as straight as possible on a metal floor for hours. She refused to sit to the other side of the room, now knowing what Adam was planning. But also knew it was pointless to try and sit next to him. At best he would just close his laptop, at worst he would...Do something. Taunt her or use it as a opportunity for a punishment. So she stayed right where she was, sitting straight, observing Adam or thinking.

Adam hit a few last clicks until everything was ready and connected. Then he set his laptop aside and caught Lyra's gaze with a sneer. "Well then, feel free to see for yourself. I know you've been dying to know what I'm doing."

Lyra narrowed her eyes, internally she was seething. Adam once again got her right where he wanted her. But she might as well indulge him now, it was better than waiting for him to commence his sick game. So she clumsily stood up, trying not to fall on blood-less legs. Once she got to about an arm's length away, bit more, she stopped. Remaining standing.

Adam smiled at her. „Sit your ass down, before I break your kneecaps and make you.“, he threatened saccharinely sweet.

Lyra glared but yielded nevertheless. Sitting down with her legs propped up. „So what‘s now?“

Adam in one fluid motion reached out for his laptop and turned it screen facing Lyra. So that his plaything could see the waiting screen of a livestream including a few of the set ups. The camera showing a dimly lit tiled looking just like…The storage rooms of this building…! Oh no. Oh fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.

Lyra‘s face slowly losing colour as realization set in told Adam everything he needed to know. „You value your cute little defiance like it’s gold. Well tonight its gonna benefit me.“

„What‘s your plan?“, Lyra asked, banishing the fear out of her voice as well possible. She knew that some people on the dark web watched and payed for live streams of people getting tortured or eaten or…other things. Adam bringing this up terrified her to the bone because it wasn‘t him! It didn‘t fit his usual style. And that made it and him unpredictable.

„Where would be the fun in telling you beforehand?“

„You do know that streaming is a hardworking field, I’m sure even more so in the dark web. I doubt you‘re even gonna get one viewer. You can’t do this shit from scratch.“

„Oh yeah. You‘re probably right. I guess then we‘ll just have to work up to it regularly, am I right?“, Adam mused.

Lyra closed her mouth. If looks could kill...She hated when he twisted her words. And he always did.

„Or you know. We could just assume that I prepared and thought of that already.“

In front of Lyra‘s inner eye the last couple serious torture sessions flashed by. All of them had have a camera present. Sometimes in the corner, sometimes directly in front of her. „Oh you motherfucker…!“

„Finally counted one and one together, hm? You‘re already known, sweetheart. And now move!“ He grabbed her by arm and stood up, effectively dragging her along. Towards the edge of the basin and then pulling her out, after climbing out first. With one arm keeping a bruising grip on Lyra and the other one carrying the laptop, they made their way down to the storage rooms. They had originally been used to keep PE equipment and were quite large. Now Adam had turned them into his personal torture video stage.

Lyra wanted to resist so badly but if she trashed and Adam‘s laptop dropped then…Yeah she'd rather not imagine. Instead her thoughts drifted to what Adam could do to her for views...But that wasn't something she wanted to dwell on either. Especially because she wasn't so sure where his limits laid...Not anymore.

It was really hard for Adam to keep himself from laughing since he could basically hear the panicked wheels turn in Lyra's mind. It was a little nerve wrecking for him as well, seeing that he never did anything like it. After setting down his laptop, he led Lyra to a pole in the middle of the room. Untangling the shackled lengths of chain and letting them run over his hands loudly. Just playing with his prey.

"Stop looking at me like I'm meat and get to the point.", Lyra impulsively spat out. Immediately regretting it at Adam's delighted grin.

"Aww.", He closed in on her. "What's wrong, Thýma? Hm. You're not scared, are you?"

Lyra's gulped, her breath hitching as her personal space was reduced to ashes. "Scared that you're going to mess up and embarrass us both." she answered, attempting to sound unimpressed. It clearly wasn't working. She hated when he got this close. Hated it.

The red haired guy stepped even closer, seeing clearly through her facade. He raised his hand and with one singular finger tilted her chin up until she was all but forced to keep eye contact with him. "Oh please, Lyra. We both know you can't lie. Not to me."

Adrenaline surged through Lyra's veins like lightning. She knew she should say something, anything. To save her mask, but she couldn't.

Adam laughed. "Save yourself the trouble." He dropped her chin and returned to pulling the chains to a ring at the top of the pole and locking Lyra's wrist in the metal shackles. Currently they were long enough for her to stand with her arms stretched above her. Then he went to turn on the camera, he also had a projector attatched to his computer, projecting the video of the livestream to the wall opposite of Lyra. So she could see everything, see herself. When everything was working and double-checked he started the stream and put on a mask. Then he added a title at the top of the frame "Forced to kneel"

Lyra gluped hard. She did already not like this game. And yet she knew she wouldn't just give up. Couldn't. And deep, sharp grief flamed up in her chest at that.

Adam now began to talk again, pacing the area with slow, measured steps: "I'm sure your eyesight is good enough to see the title of today's session. That's where were gonna be by the end of it. When people come to watch they can donate money and wish for certain things to happen to you. Any questions?"

"Fuck you, you little shit!"

"Guess not then, let's get started, shall we?", he said and unfurled a whip at arm's length. This particular whip was loosely wrapped with barbed wire. When he aimed two lashes to the floor to warm up his wrist the sharp sound was layered with the tear of metal hitting metal.

Lyra shivered as she saw the whip. She hated wips. But so did Adam?? Didn't seem to matter though. She was just about ready to lose it at that, the feeling of losing her grip on everything she thought she had analyzed! No. Fuck that, ignore it for now and just focus on what's happening now. Don't break the rules.

Without further warning Adam snapped his wrist and the whip hit Lyra across her collarbone, immediately drawing blood and tearing skin from the impact and the barbed wire. Blood quickly quelling out of the torn skin.

The hit tore an involuntary scream from Lyra's throat, despite her having braced for the pain. The barbed wire's impact on her skin amplified the fire to a thousand. Instinctely Lyra had ripped her arms down and now the shackles were biting into the tender skin around her wrists. "Ughfuck. Fuck you, Adam!", she bit out hatefully, voice pressed from pain. Then she got distracted by the projected life steam of herself. Oh gods. There was someone, there were people. Not many so far, but oh gods there were other people, seeing her, watching her get tortured. More danger more danger more danger.

Adam followed his plaything's horrified gaze and smiled broadly. "Welcome, welcome. Enjoy the show or influence it. Its about to become so much fun."

Lyra stretched her legs again until they supported her weight and held her chin up high. She would not be reduced to a pathetic, sobbing mess for these people!

When Adam flicked the whip again it hit Lyra square across her thighs. Blood splattered across the floor as he hit the thighs right afterwards again. And then again.

At that point her legs were a bloody, torn mess and the chains on her arms were straining in the shackles, trying to hold her body up while her legs turned into pure pain and fire. With how much pressure she pressed her teeth together in order to keep control it was a miracle they hadn't shattered yet.

Suddenly a loud ping sound interrupted the two and both looked over to the projected livestreamed. Lyra looked away as she saw herself as if burned but then couldn't stand not knowing what was going to happen so she looked back. Someone had donated money. Adam grinned as he approached the laptop. "Thank you so much username for your donation. I will now spin this lovely wheel you see here-he pulled a previously opened tab into the screen-"And whatever we hit I'm going to do to her."

Adam clicked the wheel and it sprang to live, turning into a mix of colour before eventually settling on: Electrocution. "Ah a classic, wonderful." He minimized the tab again before spinning around on his wheel and all but skipping towards a small table and rummaging on it before turning around with a taser in hand. "Now." He approached Lyra, his entire attention noticably falling on only her. "Where to start, where to start. What should I do, hm?", he asked luringly. Without activating it yet he placed the taser against the enby's side.

Lyra who was painfully, horribly reminded of many other tortures at once tried to figure out the best strategy through the fog of pain fear. But it felt like grasping at nothing.

"Come on now, Lyra, suggest something or I'm going to make it twice as bad."

"Okay, fine. But under protest. Under the arms, the skin there is quite sensitive isn't it..." She wanted to rip her own tongue out.

"How right you are.", he exclaimed, smiling and in the next moment jabbed the taser on exactly onto that place. Stepping aside to show the camera fully just how much she convulsed and shook under the elecricity. A beautifully raw and half-repressed scream rang through the room and Adam could see tears glistering in Lyra's eyes when she opened them again. Still pressing the taser into her skin he let it travel over her stomach and ribs to the other armpit. But before he shocked he looked to the stream. There was a comment being read out loud: "Non-con?"

"No.", Adam simply replied, before turning around again. He scooped his hand under Lyra's head and tilted it up, making her hold eye contact.

Lyra, still shaking from the aftershocks, bit back a terrified whimper at the question but relief drippled through her veins at Adam's rejection. She didn't pull away when he lifted her head, needing the gentle touch in all of this, even for just a moment.

Adam's neutral expression turned into a snarl as he released her head and jabbed the taser into her throat with force.

Lyra's entire mind exploded into pain as guttural, strained noises wound themselves out of her throat. As fast as it started as fast it was done.

Then a new donation goal was reached and Adam let off his prey to step towards his laptop. Electrocution had already been removed. After spinning for a few moments the wheel landed on "Knives"

Perfect. One last gig. He had already collected a lot of money for a an experiment. Adam walked back to the table set the taser down only to pick up a fitted blindfold with which he walked back to Lyra.

"What's your plan?", she rapsed out as she saw her tormentor approach with the blindfold. For her taste it had been enough about thirthy minutes ago already, she thought sarcastically. Exhaustion stained her being and she wanted only to cower somewhere in a darkened corner alone. Far away from these other people, with their obscune and sadistic comments, and away from Adam. She did not want the blindfold and whatever it entailed.

"Oh you'll see. Or...well you won't. But I'm sure you'll feel it.", he grinned and pulled the blindfold over her braided hair and over her eyes. Then he walked back to the table and off camera took off his shoes before picking up a set of knives and the taser.

The comments on the screen turned even more euphoric as Adam approached Lyra again with this setup.

Lyra couldn't see any of that, didn't know what was going on. And she detested it! Anxiously she strained to try and hear Adam's foosteps, maybe he was still at the laptop or the table. But then she flinched hard and her heart seemed to jump out of her chest as electricity crackled to live right next to her left ear. A terrified whump escaped her lips. And then she heard Adam's laughter. Mocking, luring and sadistic. And way.too close. Suddenly cold metal glided across her lips, the blade of a knive!

"So, Thýma, what's it going to be...? Are you going to kneel?", Adam asked. With a quick motion of his hands he lengthened the chains so Lyra would be able to fall to her knees.

"No.", Lyra protested weakly. Nearly whispering.

Adam chuckled and continued to circled Lyra, cutting her on different patches of skin, different directions, no rhytm, catching her off guard every time and scaring her. With one last glance to the timer on his clock he soundlessly stepped behind Lyra and swiftly cut a harsh line from the bottom of her spine upwards. Knowing damn well what it would do.

Lyra screamed, her eyes widening underneath the blindfold as her body collapsed to the floor, crashing to its knees. Oh no. SHIT. She wanted to stand up but her legs didn't want to comply, the open wounds on the floor felt as if her legs had been dipped into pure acid. Tears welled up in her eyes, dampening the blindfold as her whole body shook. Suddenly a hand was placed a top her head, forcefully pressing it even lower the next second. "Told you it would always end like this.", Adam's voice sounded above her.

The pleased viewers behind the screens had watched everything and heard everything thanks to mics attatched to Adam and the pole. They surely would have had more money and motivation to continue but as the masked torturer stepped towards his laptop the livestream cut off roughly and dissapeared. Session over, thank you for watching and donating.

Taglist: @ailesswhumptober, @yourlocalgaefae33, @princessofhe11, @greatkittencloud, @bisexuawolfsalt

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chrisbitchtree · 1 year ago

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When it had first been announced that Heather was the new manager of the Hawkins Community Pool, Billy had been excited and proud. She put in a lot of hard work, and actually gave a shit about the safety of their patrons, unlike their previous manager, Kevin, who spent all of his time avoiding work and getting high in the storage shed out back.

That excitement had last all of about a week, before she started actually enforcing the rules. Right now, she had him in her office, which was really just a rickety desk shoved in the corner of the equipment room. She’d taped a rectangle around the area to show the parameters. Billy rolled his eyes every time he saw it.

“This is your third one this week, Hargrove. If you don’t stop it, I’m going to write you up and send you home.” She said, folding her hands on the top of the desk and giving him a scathing look.

Billy could feel his face heating up. “It’s not my fault, Heather! I can’t help what my body does!”

“You may not be able to help it, but your little boyfriend can help dressing like a whore in your workplace!”

Billy had no retort for that. While he did object to Heather calling Steve a whore, or saying that he dressed like one, or whatever, Billy couldn’t deny that Steve’s outfits were starting to veer into what one might call publicly indecent territory.

His latest new purchase, a tiny pair of aqua short shorts that if Billy had to guess, he’d say had a one inch inseam, had been driving him wild.

Steve would camp out in the mornings that Billy worked on a pool lounger, ass up and on display, and he’d lay there until Billy couldn’t ignore the temptation anymore, making his way over to ask if Steve needed help applying sunscreen to his back.

And ok, maybe his fingers had dipped below the waistband of Steve’s shorts a couple times, in full view of the pool patrons, and maybe he’d had to sit in Heather’s “office” until he’d cooled down, but it was innocent fun, right?

The citation she wrote him for having a public erection two days later said otherwise. Word made its way around the staff quickly, until Billy was being called Boner Boy by lunch. Heather didn’t even have to send him home, he clocked out early, at 2, feigning heat stroke.

But the docked pay was worth it to finally get his hands all the way down Steve’s shorts, on the deck of his own private pool later that afternoon.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy x steve #harringrove ficlet #chrisbitchtree writes

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weirdlookingsnakewithlegs · 1 month ago

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Two different ppl are asking for hcs on the turbofox so why not.

So for starters, this is a turbofox.

This is basic turbofox anatomy.

On the bottom of its paws and end of its tail are thrusters.

It’s armor plating extends from its chest to about the middle of its torso.

It’s ears are actually radar equipment specifically used to detect scraplets and other small prey.

The ‘horn’(antenna) on its head is used to detect energon pools.

Now, turbofoxes come in different colors!

While typically silver, they also come in gold and bronze and sometimes markings happen.

Marking typically apply to certain plating patterns and stay within those regions. No turbofox look alike however.

Turbofoxes are high energy creatures and like the foxes of our planet, they are nocturnal. They’re crafty and often sneak into buildings for the sake of stealing energon cubes. Sometimes they get confused by mass energon storages, mistaking them for energon pools, so they get stuck in buildings sometimes.

They are very bitey! They’re very popular pets among seekers because seekers are also bitey.

One last thing, the older a turbo fox is the more rubbed down their armor plating is! If you see a turbofox with round and smoothed armor plating it is likely VERY old.

#transformers #transformers g1 #Cybertronian wildlife #turbofox

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snapmite1998 · 3 months ago

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Crimson Dawn’s Use of Smugglers: Evading Republic and Law Enforcement

Overview

In their pursuit of dominance and expansion, Crimson Dawn consistently engages in illegal activities requiring discreet and secure transportation. To evade the Republic and law enforcement, they hire experienced smugglers who excel in navigating dangerous routes and avoiding detection. These smugglers play a crucial role in transporting illicit cargo, which includes weapons, spice, stolen goods, rare artifacts, and more, ensuring that Crimson Dawn’s operations remain uninterrupted and profitable.

The Role of Smugglers

1. Expertise and Skills

- Navigational Mastery: Smugglers are skilled pilots capable of navigating the galaxy’s most treacherous routes. Their knowledge of lesser-known hyperlanes and hidden pathways allows them to avoid heavily patrolled areas and checkpoints.

- Stealth and Evasion: These operatives are adept at using stealth technology and evasive maneuvers to avoid detection by Republic forces and law enforcement. They utilize jamming devices, cloaking fields, and other advanced technologies to stay off the radar.

2. Discreet Operations

- Covert Cargo: Smugglers specialize in transporting illegal cargo without drawing attention. This includes using false compartments, hidden storage spaces, and other deceptive measures to conceal their illicit payload.

- False Manifesting: To cover their tracks, smugglers often use falsified documents and manifests. These forgeries ensure that any inspections or scans performed by authorities don’t reveal the true nature of their cargo.

Types of Illegal Cargo

1. Weapons and Armaments

- Advanced Weaponry: Smugglers transport an array of advanced weaponry for Crimson Dawn, including blaster rifles, disruptors, thermal detonators, and heavy ordinance. These weapons are destined for use by Crimson Dawn forces or for sale to allied factions.

- Black Market Arms: Access to black market weapons also means that smugglers often transport highly restricted or experimental technology, ensuring Crimson Dawn maintains a technological edge over its rivals.

2. Spice and Illicit Substances

- Spice Trade: The lucrative spice trade requires discreet and reliable transportation. Smugglers haul valuable spice from production sites to distribution points, evading customs and law enforcement along the way.

- Recreational Drugs: In addition to spice, other recreational and controlled substances are smuggled across the galaxy. These shipments generate substantial profit, funding Crimson Dawn’s operations.

3. Stolen Goods and Artifacts

- Rare Artifacts: Smugglers transport stolen relics, artworks, and valuable cultural items. These treasures are either sold to collectors or used to bolster Crimson Dawn’s dark side research.

- Pilfered Technology: Advanced technologies, including droid components, starship parts, and scientific equipment, are frequently stolen and smuggled. These items enhance Crimson Dawn’s capabilities and resource pool.

4. Sentient Cargo

- Human Trafficking: Tragically, smugglers are also involved in transporting slaves and trafficked individuals. These sentient beings are often bound for Zygerrian slave markets or directly to Crimson Dawn’s labor camps.

- Prisoners of War: During conflicts, captured enemy combatants, political prisoners, and notable figures are smuggled to secure locations for interrogation, ransom, or forced labor.

Hiring Process and Contracting

1. Selection Criteria

- Reputation and Reliability: Crimson Dawn hires smugglers based on their reputation for reliability and discretion. Only those with proven records in successfully completing missions without detection are considered.

- Network and Connections: Smugglers with extensive networks and connections within the underworld are highly valued. These connections facilitate smoother operations and provide additional layers of protection.

2. Contractual Agreements

- Payment and Incentives: Smugglers are well-compensated for their services, with payment structures that include upfront fees, hazard bonuses, and percentages of profits from the cargo they transport.

- Secrecy Clauses: Contracts often include strict confidentiality agreements, ensuring that all information regarding the nature of the cargo and the specifics of the mission remains undisclosed.

Methods and Tactics

1. Stealth Ships and Modified Freighters

- Custom Modifications: Smugglers frequently use heavily modified freighters and stealth ships. These modifications include advanced propulsion systems, reinforced hulls, and state-of-the-art cloaking devices.

- Hidden Compartments: Ships are equipped with hidden compartments and false panels to store illicit goods, making it nearly impossible for authorities to uncover the true cargo without extensive searches.

2. Diversion and Deception

- Decoy Ships: To further avoid detection, smugglers sometimes employ decoy ships. These ships lead law enforcement on wild chases, allowing the true cargo to pass through unnoticed.

- Transport Convoys: Smugglers might also travel in convoys, blending in with legitimate trading vessels to avoid raising suspicion. These convoys use coordinated flight paths and communications to maintain cover.

The Smuggler’s Journey

1. Pre-Mission Preparations

- Route Planning: Before embarking on a mission, smugglers meticulously plan their routes, identifying potential hazards, checkpoints, and safe havens. This preparation minimizes the risk of exposure.

- Coordination with Contacts: Smugglers communicate with their contacts within Crimson Dawn to ensure all aspects of the mission are understood and that contingency plans are in place.

2. Execution

- Real-Time Adaptation: During transport, smugglers remain adaptable, ready to alter their course in response to unforeseen challenges. Their ability to think on their feet is essential for evading patrols and navigating dangerous territories.

- Delivery and Handover: Upon reaching their destination, smugglers execute a discreet handover of the cargo, ensuring all items are securely transferred to Crimson Dawn operatives without attracting attention.

Impact on Crimson Dawn Operations

1. Sustained Illegal Activities

- Continuous Supply: The efficient and discreet transport of illegal cargo keeps Crimson Dawn’s operations running smoothly. This continuous supply line is critical for maintaining the organization’s power and influence.

- Expansion of Reach: The use of expert smugglers allows Crimson Dawn to extend its reach into new territories without alerting law enforcement or rival factions, facilitating further expansion and consolidation of power.

2. Financial Gains

- Revenue Generation: The illicit cargo transported by smugglers represents significant financial value. This revenue funds various aspects of Crimson Dawn’s enterprise, including weapon procurement, bribes, and the construction of projects like the Blood Star.

- Economic Control: By dominating the illegal trade through these smuggling operations, Crimson Dawn exerts considerable economic control over the black market, reinforcing its position in the criminal underworld.

Conclusion

Crimson Dawn’s strategic use of experienced smugglers for the transport of illegal cargo highlights the organization’s adaptability and cunning. By hiring skilled operatives from the galaxy’s most dangerous and discreet circles, they ensure the seamless execution of their illicit activities while avoiding the scrutiny of the Republic and law enforcement.

This reliance on smugglers not only sustains their illegal operations but also enables them to expand their influence and control within the galaxy’s underworld. As long as Crimson Dawn and its network of smugglers remain in place, the organization’s power and reach will continue to grow, unimpeded by the watchful eyes of the authorities.

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My Luxury Apartment- General Script

I script this apartment complex in most of my DRs and my Waiting Room. Features like the room style change based on what reality the script is for, but the rest generally stays the same. This is the complex I shifted to the first time, all the things I would’ve enjoyed if I stayed longer.

Exterior: At the back of the complex, there’s a playground with equipment for adults too. The playground equipment can handle adult bodies using it.

Basement level: At the basement level, there are storage lockers for the tenants of the apartment, a parking garage, a shop, and a convenience store. The convenience store carries a brand of microwave dinners that has a wide variety of options, and it includes many cultural dishes from various cultures. For example, one of the frozen dinner sets includes collard greens cooked with smoked ham hocks and black eyes peas, fried catfish, baked mac and cheese, and a little cup of banana pudding or candied yams. The store sells other easy to make food items, such as roux cubes for curry and egusi stew. There is also a laundromat down there, for residents that don’t have personal machines.

First floor: The first floor has the lobby of the apartment building, an indoor pool and hot tub for the residents and their guests, and a hot pot restaurant. Residents get a discount at the restaurant, but it’s open to the public. It also has a gym that holds exercise, dance, and yoga classes.

Second floor: There’s a small doctor’s clinic on this floor, staffed by several nurses, two pediatricians, a mental health counselor, and a few physicians. Here, residents (and our guests) can receive regular checkups, emergency aid, help with medical treatments such as dialysis, etc. Attached to the clinic is a small pharmacy where you can get cold medicines, common emergency medicines like epipens and inhalers, etc. There’s also a daycare on the other side of the building, and between them is the complex spa. The spa has masseurs trained in neuromuscular massage therapy.

Third floor: A work space with computers for public use, recreational room that doubles as a movie theater with a larger screen, and an additional rec room with video game consoles, VR gaming space, and a small cafe. The first rec room is popular with older residents, while the second is more popular with the teenage residents.

Penthouse: My penthouse apartment also has a balcony with seating, two guest bedrooms each with its own 3/4 bathroom, and a walk-in storage closet.

Rooftop: On top of the apartment complex is a community garden and an observatory. There are gardeners that maintain most of the plots, but private plots must be privately managed.

Safety features: Along with normal safety features, all the windows and doors on the first and second floor, plus parking garage, have metal shutters that can be lowered during emergencies. The entire building also has an advanced fire suppression system, air purifiers, and an extensive bunker below the parking garage. Each apartment, or at least the penthouses, have security doors (thick wooden doors with metal plates in the middle and higher quality locks). All the safety features have their own failsafes.

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