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cherryrikis · 2 months

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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

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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

tags : @illyanam1011 @marvelsbitchh @gem1712 @amateurduck @its-murphy-time @rueluvsharry @buckybarnessimpp @lexiecamposv

#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 · 8 months

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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

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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

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#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 · 7 months

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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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unbossed · 6 months

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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 · 2 months

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Exquisite Cotswold Style Manor in Henford-on-Bagley

Discover the epitome of luxury living in this stunning Cotswold-style manor, meticulously refurbished to blend historical charm with modern comforts. Nestled in the picturesque village of Henford-on-Bagley, this expansive estate is perfect for a large family seeking a tranquil yet opulent lifestyle. The main floor features a grand living room spaciously designed for both relaxation and entertaining, an ideal office room for remote work or a private study, a formal dining room perfect for hosting dinner parties and family gatherings, a cozy family room for everyday living, and a sunroom where you can bask in natural light while enjoying views of the beautiful gardens. The huge kitchen is equipped with state-of-the-art appliances and a convenient laundry area. Upstairs, the primary suite boasts a luxurious bathroom, walk-in closet, and an adjoining nursery designed for two infants. The upper floor also includes four en suite bedrooms, each with its own private bathroom, providing comfort and privacy for all family members. The basement is a true highlight, featuring a connoisseur's dream wine cellar with ample storage for an extensive collection, an indoor pool complete with locker rooms for year-round enjoyment, a fully equipped gym for all your fitness needs, and comfortable maid's quarters. The outdoor space offers a huge backyard, a private oasis with plenty of space for outdoor activities, a swimming pool perfect for summer fun and relaxation, and an English-styled garden featuring a serene pond ideal for peaceful strolls and reflective moments. This magnificent manor offers an unparalleled lifestyle, combining historical elegance with modern luxury. The extensive refurbishment has retained the estate's timeless beauty while enhancing its functionality and comfort. Don't miss this rare opportunity to own a piece of Henford-on-Bagley's rich heritage, perfectly suited for a large family seeking the best of country living. Schedule your private tour today and envision yourself in this breathtaking residence.

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#sims 4 #s4cc #sims build #sims 4 lot #ts4cc

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chrisbitchtree · 1 year

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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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realistically-shifting · 8 months

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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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Steel in Her Veins, Chapter: Forty

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notes: sorry guys! had to repost this chap because tumblr was acting weirdly ;0

Chapter Forty: Sacrificial Lambs

"But how would he know who I am?" Law's voice is tense as he paces in front of me. His mind seems to be racing, each step heavy with a mixture of frustration and confusion.

"I don’t know, Law. I just don’t know," I reply, my tone more resigned than I’d like. My hands move swiftly, stuffing my work equipment back into a storage box. The others in the cave are equally busy, some finishing their packing while others prepare for the journey ahead. Zoro remains sitting on the floor beside me, our chain lying slack between us. His eyes are closed, his body still, as if he's taking a moment to rest amidst the chaos. “My old man wasn’t exactly upfront with me.”

Law stops pacing and leans against the wall, his sharp gaze fixed on me. "It doesn’t make sense," he mutters, almost to himself, "that he’s trying to reach out to me, in any case."

In the corner of my vision, I see a tan hand reach toward my back. With a tired sigh, I spin around and firmly slap away Luffy’s dumb attempt at trying to steal the curious longsword that now takes solace over my back, staring down at him like some sort of elder sister I’ve decided to fill the role for. He looks up at me like a deer caught in headlights, a pout sneaking his way through his mouth.

“Shouldn’t you be packing your bags?” I raise a brow. He grins at me and stretches his arms as if trying to make a point.

“Don’t have anything to pack!”

“Then help Franky out with something.”

Luffy makes a point to pause to think, scrunch his eyebrows hard and train his eyes on the ceiling. Then he looks back at me with a decided beam. “Nope!”

I’m going to rip my hair out. Now that he really thinks we’re siblings, Luffy’s decided to attach himself to my hip. To the other side of my hip, since Zoro’s already taken that lovely space up.

I let out a frustrated moan, my eyes piercing the box in front of me. I catch Law’s smirk, who’s clearly entertained and relishing in my irritation.

“If you still had your powers, there’d be smoke rising from your head right now,” he mentions.

“Am I supposed to thank you?”

Law shrugs. “Wouldn’t hurt.” With a swift push with his foot, he moves off the wall and begins to turn on his heel towards his half-mended Polar Tang, his own crew chaotically stuffing strewn bits and pieces from their camp back into their ship. “Make sure Franky attaches my ship to yours. From the looks of it, we’re still going to be your guests.”

“Tell him yourself,” I mutter to myself sourly as Law leaves. I crouch down to resume taping up my boxes of belongings with a resolute sigh, facing Zoro on the same level while doing so.

My fingers slowly stop their fumbling as I quietly take in this man’s face in. He remains as quiet as ever, his eyes closed, his free arm wedged beneath his armpit. I can’t ever tell whether he’s deep in sleep or he’s just resting his eyes, but I guess it doesn’t ever really matter; he’ll startle awake if there’s even the smell of danger lurking nearby. I can’t help but smile at his calm face, his mouth slightly parted, and think how adorable he looks when he's so calm.

Suddenly, I hear Luffy release a dramatic sigh from his lips - then, I feel a huge weight slam into my side as he presses his body against mine. I grunt out a little breath, shifting my weight to my other foot to examine his sad face, and I can't help but admit that it made me soften up a little.

“What's wrong, Luff?” I mutter softly, just in case Zoro is actually asleep. Luffy only pouts harder and wedges his head deeper into the crook of my shoulder.

“Do we have to go now?” Luffy whines, looking at me with pining puppy-dog eyes. “This place is so cool, and the dragons are even cooler, and I haven’t even tried their lava pool out yet.”

“Aragnus’ll be following us from above,” I try to console, looking at him with a little bit of a humoured smile. “He’s going to be—”

“NO WAY!” Luffy exclaims. “He’s gonna come with us?! Can he fly our ship on his back? Can I ride him? Can—”

“Luffy,” Zoro grumbles with his eyes still closed. “Shut up.”

But Luffy isn’t listening. He’s already running to Aragnus, who’s sat in a humongous pile of scales in the corner of the cave, trying his best to stay out of the way. In the corner of his vision, he watches Luffy sling himself towards him, and with a pissed off grunt, slides one black wing over his face to shield himself.

I turn around with a snort and mutter, “He’s gonna get incinerated one of these days.”

“He already has been,” Zoro responds.

With surprise, I look down to see Zoro fully awake, watching me with curiosity.

I smirk at him and prod my boot against his. “Morning, sunshine. Sleep well?”

He grunts in response. “Better than the time we had last night.”

“Glad to hear it,” I reply, my tone laced with sarcasm as I finish sealing up my last box. I give it a final shove, sliding it across the cave floor to the growing pile of supplies.

Zoro shifts slightly, his chains clinking faintly as he adjusts his position. "You’re too tense,” he mutters, cracking one eye open to look at me. “All this packing is making you anxious.”

“I’d like to see you do it,” I retort, brushing a stray strand of hair out of my face. I shake my wrist that's connected to his, making the chains clack together. “Besides, someone has to make sure we’re ready to go. It's not like you can help much.”

He chuckles softly, the sound almost lost in the noise of everyone bustling about the cave. “Fair point. But, y’know, it’s okay to let someone else handle things. Even if that someone is Luffy.”

I roll my eyes. “Yeah, because letting Luffy handle things always ends up well.” I glance over to where Luffy is now trying to climb onto Aragnus’s back, the dragon still keeping its wing firmly over its face in an attempt to ignore him. I laugh out loud, admiring the view. “See what I mean?”

Zoro shrugs, a subtle smirk tugging at his lips. “At least everyone else seems to be on task.”

I turn around, taking in the chaotic scene in the cavern. Franky and Usopp are in a heated debate over how to move a massive crate of engine parts, their voices rising above the clamour. Nearby, Nami stands over a map, furiously scribbling notes and barking orders at Brook and Chopper, who scramble to load a cart with supplies. Robin, calm and composed in the middle of the mayhem, uses her extra arms to neatly fold sails and pack crates, working with an effortless grace that contrasts sharply with the frenzy around her.

“Do you have any idea where we’re going?” Zoro’s voice echoes from behind me. I purse my lips and shake my head, not taking my eyes off the camp in front of me.

“I’m hoping this thing,” I say while patting the hilt of my sword behind me, “is gonna magically whip out some information.”

Zoro remains silent, but I can feel his eyes pinned on me from behind.

I glance over at him confusedly and catch his eye. "You’re not saying anything.”

“Hold on,” he whispers intently, his lips pursed. He looks serious – too serious, and whatever playfulness I had within me is dissipating the more I watch him tense up. He rises to his feet, pauses in his tracks and listens. And listens. And...

And he turns to me, his look intense. “Something isn’t right.”

“What?—"

A sudden rumble shakes the cave, causing dust and small rocks to tumble from the ceiling. Everyone freezes, their eyes darting around in alarm.

“What was that?” Chopper squeaks, his eyes wide with fear.

I watch Law in the distance frowning, his hand instinctively reaching for his sword as he looks at the direction of the sound.

As if in response, the ground beneath us begins to tremble, the vibrations growing stronger with each passing second. I stagger slightly, reaching out to steady myself against the wall.

“Earthquake?” Usopp calls out, his voice wavering.

“Not quite,” Robin murmurs, her eyes narrowing as she studies the trembling ground.

Suddenly, a loud crack echoes through the cave, followed by a rasping gasp. I whip around to watch a black glob of liquid slither through every single crack within the cave.

The thick, inky substance seeps through the cracks in the walls and floor, moving with an unsettling, almost sentient fluidity. The air grows colder as the black liquid spreads, and as it slips across the floor, the affected rocky ground is sapped of any colour and life it could have had.

“What is that?” Nami’s voice is a mixture of fear and confusion as she takes a cautious step back.

I stare at the colour of this thing, the texture of its skin as it slightly bounces like deflated jelly, and my eyes narrow as I sense this odd familiarity that pierces my chest. That's when realisation hits me like a sucker punch to the face.

I step forwards, my mouth left hanging open. “That’s—”

"Stay back," Law commands, his voice cutting through the tension like a knife. He steps forward, his sword drawn, his gaze locked onto the growing pool of ink. There's a look of steely determination on his face, his knuckles turning white as he grips harder and harder on Kikoku.

Everyone else is motionless in place, uncertainty and fear etched across their faces. Luffy now stands still, his eyes narrowed in a rare show of sobriety as he stares at the dark substance with a mix of curiosity and unease. Zoro moves beside me, his stance ready, his swords already unsheathed and gleaming in the dim light of the cave.

The rumbling grows louder, and Aragnus rises slowly, his enormous frame towering over everyone else in the cavern. His wings twitch from instinct, those two boundless planes of dark membranes stretching on both sides, casting long shadows across the cave walls.

And then, from within the centre of the darkness, it begins to rise.

The inky figure emerges slowly, its form taking shape from the void. A jelly of darkness, a silhouette of a body, bruised and glinting like a wet polluted membrane. The sight of it sends a sweat racing down my spine, my breath catching in my throat as my gaze is drawn to the eyes—those large, unblinking magenta eyeballs.

The eyeballs float, unmoored, in the places where eyes should be, staring out with an unnatural intensity. There's something profoundly wrong about those eyes, something that speaks of a deep, malevolent intelligence lurking within the creature's formless body.

"It's him," Law breathes, his voice taut with a mixture of rage and fear. "The one who took Penguin."

I know, I wanted to tell Law, if my throat would allow me. I know that figure all too well.

The figure moves with a fluid grace, the wet globules that compose its body swirling and shifting like a living translucent organ. The ground beneath us trembles with each of its steps, the cave's walls vibrating with the resonance of some unseen power. And then it stops, its eyeless gaze fixed on us, those eerie magenta orbs locking onto mine.

I feel a surge of anger rising within me, a fury that burns through the fear gripping my chest.

“Bring him back,” I whisper, trembling with rage, my fingers itching to reach for the hilt of my sword on my back. I take a step forward before Zoro can stop me, my face rising with the taste for retaliation. “Bring him back now.”

The creature’s magenta eyes blink wetly at me, piercing straight through my fury, through my deepest fears. The darkness around it seems to pulse, almost as if it’s responding to my demand. I grip my sword tightly, my knuckles turning white. I feel Zoro’s presence beside me, his intensity mirroring my own, but I can’t let myself be restrained by caution now. Not when Gramps is under this creature’s control.

Raya, Aragnus slowly whispers, a warning in his thoughts, but I indignantly push his voice away.

“Bring him back!” I bellow, louder this time, my voice echoing off the cave walls. The demand hangs in the air, but the creature remains still, its form rippling slightly as if it’s considering my words—or mocking them.

Suddenly, the figure breaks its silence with a raspy, wet laugh, echoing throughout the rocky foundation in malice.

“It’s you!” It rasps out, its voice choking with a sense of perverted want. “I have only ever wanted you, yet instead I now have an old vegetable, drained and spitting all over my walls.”

My chest tightens, anger flaring up like a wildfire threatening to consume me. “You little fucking shi—”

“Stop it,” Law snaps, his eyes narrowing on me, his hand thrown at my direction. He turns to the form, his jaw clenched tight. “What about my crew-mate? Where is he?”

The creature's wet, rasping laugh continues to fill the cave, echoing off the walls and reverberating in my chest. Its dark form shifts and contorts, a swirling mass of wetness that seems almost amused by Law’s demand.

“Trafalgar D. Law,” it rasps, spitting a glob of black ink onto the floor. The vile substance hisses as it hits the ground, and the creature shifts its gaze toward Luffy, its eyes narrowing with contempt. “Monkey D. Luffy. My two gleaming jewels. How is it that I am constantly fooled into capturing the sacrificial lambs instead of the true contenders?”

While Luffy bristles at the comment, I can see the realisation dawning on Law’s face as he processes the creature’s words, and the fury within my stomach begins to boil right upwards again.

“You’ve lost your edge, havent you?” I goad against my better judgement, taking another step, dragging an unwilling Zoro behind me. “If an old man and a poor crew-mate can outwit you at your own game, how powerful can you really be?”

Raya! Aragnus bellows within my mind, his voice thrumming with an edge to it. His eyes, unblinking, stare at me with a sense of fear that feels too unorthodox on his face. Remember your shackles. You cannot fight.

But it’s too late.

The creature’s magenta eyes flare with a sudden intensity, its form rippling violently as if my words have struck a nerve. The shadows around it writhe and twist, expanding outward in a furious storm of inky darkness that seems to consume the air itself. The low, rumbling growl deepens, growing louder and more threatening, reverberating through the cave like a thunderclap.

“You dare mock me?” the creature snarls, its voice dripping with venomous rage. The once smooth flow of its form now quivers with barely contained fury. Aragnus growls in his throat, his claws gripping and plunging into the floor with a terrifying intensity, but the creature does not pay attention to him. “You, a mere speck in the universe, dare question my power?”

The entire foundation of the room screams of danger just by its presence, the same danger pressing down on my chest like an invisible weight. I can feel the air vibrating with the creature’s anger, the darkness around it pulsing with malevolent force. Every instinct screams at me to back away, but I hold my ground, refusing to show weakness. I feel Zoro grab my wrist tightly until his knuckles go white, a silent plead to stop trying to pick an unbalanced fight, but I'm not in the right mind to listen. I firmly shrug his hand away.

In an instant, the creature lunges forward, a torrent of wet, pulsing liquid streaking through the air with a terrifying speed. Its form stretches, expanding into a monstrous claw-like shape, reaching out toward me with a deadly intent. The cave walls shudder with the force of its movement, dust and debris falling from above as the ground beneath us trembles.

“Raya!” Luffy, Aragnus and Zoro both shout at the same time, their voices sharp with urgency as Zoro yanks me backward, pulling me out of the path of the creature’s attack. The inky claw slashes through the air where I stood just moments before, its shadowy edges slicing clean through a stone pillar, causing it to crumble and crash to the ground.

I stumble but manage to regain my footing, my heart pounding in my chest as I stare at the destruction the creature has wrought. My breath comes in ragged gasps, but I quickly steady myself, anger flaring even hotter within me.

I don't know who I am anymore. My anger has now taken over my body; the muscles in my face and my arms flex to the beat of brutality. I flash a maniacal grin, and I can feel my pupils grow, deform, disappear within my eyeballs. A glow of white reflects against my nose and cheeks, and I can tell my eyes are on surging with power.

“Fuck you,” I spit out; the only two words that I can even think of saying in this state.

The creature recoils, its form rippling with rage at my defiance. The shadows around it pulse violently, as if matching its furious heartbeat, and the magenta orbs narrow to thin slits. The air grows colder, and the cavern fills with a thick, oppressive darkness that seems to seep into my very bones. I can feel its malice tightening around me like a vice.

"You insolent wretch!" the creature roars, its voice distorted and filled with a guttural fury that echoes through the cave. Its inky form expands again, the darkness condensing into another claw, even larger and more menacing than before, stretching toward me with lethal intent.

I feel Zoro’s hand grip tighter around my arm, his muscles tensing in preparation to yank me out of the way again, but I pull free from his grasp yet again. I’m not backing down this time. Not when this thing is right here in front of me.

Instantly, both of my hands reach for my towering longsword, and it screams a piercing shink as I unsheathe its raw metal. Slowly, as if drinking in on my intoxication, the runes on my sword ignite, burning with a blinding white light. I can feel the energy surging through the blade, crackling like electricity, the heat radiating up through my arm.

The runes glow brighter and brighter, the power within them responding to me, my desperate need to fight back. The chains around my wrists feel like they’re burning, but I push the pain aside, focusing on the creature ahead of me.

“Penguin, Sukiyaki. Where are they? ” I scream, thunder blending into my words, gold seeping through my veins, black consuming my entire vision.

As the creature lunges toward me again, I charge forward, tugging on with Zoro’s weight, raising my sword high. The energy coursing through the blade is wild and untamed, the light so intense that it leaves streaks in my vision. I swing with all my might, aiming straight for the centre of the creature’s mass.

But just as I bring my sword down, I feel a sudden, jarring pull at my wrist. My legs buckle beneath me, and I stumble, my swing going wide. The electrifying glow around my sword flickers, then dims as I lose my balance. The weight of the chains around my wrists feels heavier than ever, dragging me down like lead weights.

"No!" I scream, trying to steady myself, but it’s too late. My momentum is gone, and I tumble forward, hitting the ground hard. The impact sends a shock of pain through my body, and the sword slips from my grasp, its light fading as it clatters across the floor.

The creature’s shadowy claw slashes through the air where I had been moments before, just missing me as I fall. Its furious scream fills the cave, a sound of pure frustration and anger. It retracts its claw, its form rippling and contorting as if struggling to contain its own rage.

I struggle to push myself up, the cold metal of the chains digging into my skin, sapping my strength with every passing second. I can feel the weight of Zoro’s presence beside me, his muscles tensed and ready, but I can’t let this creature win. Not after everything it’s taken from us.

"Stay the fuck down!" Zoro's voice is rough, but there’s a hint of urgency I rarely hear from him. He's pulling me back, trying to shield me with his own body, his swords raised in a defensive stance. The creature’s furious eyes lock onto us, its form rippling with anger as it prepares to strike again.

Law is on the move now, darting forward with his sword gleaming in the dim light of the cave, but the throbbing, visceral creature is too fast as it senses his charging presence. Its body, bulging and round, falls like liquid onto the floor, slithering all the way toward Law’s feet. Law is stupefied at its speed, stumbling backwards and as the bulging black mess shoots straight upwards, Bepo roars in panic and charges towards the forming black shape.

But as the liquid starts to slink and seep towards Bepo’s feet, through his pure white fur, Law screams with a sort of wildness that ravages his throat.

"ROOM!" Law shouts, his voice echoing through the cavern as a blue sphere expands from his outstretched hand, engulfing the creature within it. "SHAMBLES!" With a swift motion, he swaps the creature’s position with a boulder, buying them a momentary reprieve.

But the creature isn’t easily fooled. It reconstitutes itself quickly, the ink swirling around it like a living storm. The magenta eyes narrow again, focusing on Law with a vengeful glare. It lunges forward, but Luffy intercepts, his rubbery arm stretching out to land a solid punch across the creature's face.

“Gomu Gomu no Pistol,” Luffy yells, but as his hand interacts with the creature’s texture, there’s no hard impact. Instead, his fist is swallowed into the creature’s clotted form, and as it does, the creature begins to open its mouth wider. And it swallows. And swallow, and swallow. Its mouth is like quicksand, trying to pull Luffy deeper into its dark mass, and Luffy’s eyes widen with a mixture of surprise and irritation as he struggles against the force.

“Franky, get the ship going!” I hear Nami scream, her heels clattering against the floor as she dives on board, dragging Chopper along with her. “Fall back!”

“Aragnus, get them out.” Robin’s eyes pierce the dragon’s whilst she conjures up an amalgamation of limbs. With a tidal wave of hands, she pushes and pulls all the Hearts and Strawhats toward the Sunny.

Aragnus roars, a deep, guttural sound that reverberates through the cave, shaking the very walls. He sweeps one massive wing down, creating a gust of wind that pushes the creature back momentarily. It gives us the smallest window, but it’s enough for Luffy to yank his arm free, the dark substance reluctantly letting go with a sickening slurp.

“Wait!” I shout, glancing back at Law. “We need infor—”

“No time!” Law cuts me off sharply, his face set in determination as he holds the creature back with another ROOM, the blue sphere enveloping the creature again. “Get on board, now!”

Franky has already started up the Sunny’s engines, the hum of the machinery growing louder. “Let’s get moving!” he bellows, his hands flying over the controls. The rest of the crew scrambles on board, some still dragging boxes and supplies.

Aragnus steps forward, his enormous head turning toward Zoro and me. His eyes are sharp, filled with both urgency and resolve.

Get on my back, now! He commands, his voice thundering through every single nerve in my body.

Without a second thought, I scramble up his scaly side, Zoro right behind me. The moment we’re both secure, Aragnus leaps into the air, his powerful wings beating down and shoots straight up to the ceiling without any warning. The sudden movement jerks me back, but I hold on tight, my fingers digging into his scales.

The creature below roars in frustration, its shadowy form expanding once more as it tries to reach for us, but Aragnus is too quick. We soar higher, the cave growing smaller beneath us.

Law and Luffy manage to leap onto the ship’s deck as it starts moving away, its engines roaring. The rest of Law’s crew is already on board the Sunny, still in the midst of securely attaching the half-broken Polar Tang to its tail.

“Everyone, hold on!” Franky shouts, turning the wheel sharply to avoid a falling boulder. The ships veer away just in time, the boulder crashing into the water below with a massive splash.

“Chopper, make sure everyone’s accounted for!” Nami yells, her eyes scanning the deck frantically. The doctor in question begins slipping and sliding on her command, taking in every and any pirate on board our ship.

As we fly higher, I glance back down at the cave entrance. The creature is still there, its form distorting with rage. It slams its claw-like appendage against the cave walls in frustration, but it’s clear that it’s stuck.

Aragnus rises above the cliffs, the sky open and vast before us. I take a deep breath, the cool air filling my lungs, and let out a sigh of relief. We’ve escaped, at least for the moment.

“Hey,” Zoro mumbles in my ear, his breath warm against my skin. His fingers tentatively reach towards my waist, curling them over me as if to make sure I'm really there with him. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” I reply, though my voice is hoarse. I can still feel the cold bite of the chains around my wrists, a constant reminder of our earlier struggle. I turn around to look at his pale face, silently, frantically, examining him for injuries. “Yeah. Are you?”

He nods, his gaze shifting back to the creature below. “That thing isn’t gonna give up easily.”

Law, now standing on the deck of the Sunny, shouts up at us, his expression grim. “That thing is after us. It won’t stop until it has what it wants.”

“Then we’ll stop it,” I firmly say. I look at them all from below and to Zoro behind me. “We’ll all give it shit to reckon with.”

Zoro smirks and leans closer to my ear, his fingers squeezing my waist, a stray green curl tickling my skin. “You read my mind.”

Suddenly, I hear Chopper scream from below. His frantic hooves scratch against the deck in pure horror, yelling at anyone to pay attention to him.

“Chopper…” Zoro mumbles in bewilderment.

“Guys, please,” Chopper pants, sweat running stupidly fast through the wafts of his brown fur. “Something’s wrong. Bepo’s in trouble. It got him."

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Hello! Just a small question. In my work there is a "base", located underground. The main characters need to destroy the base, but it is protected against fire. I decided they would flood the base by bursting the pipes and flooding the place, but the logistics are a bit confusing for me. I'm not sure how water pressure would work, where pipes would be, if its even realistic. Thank you!♡

Tex: Fire protection is a bit of a relative term - do you mean to say that there is nothing flammable there? Or that there would be nothing that could start a fire, such as electrical wiring? The same sort of process applies to water systems such as pipes, cisterns, etc. Water pipes generally have lots of checks and balances in the form of things pressure valves, water storage units, and drains. A pipe “bursts” when the internal pressure is unable to be vented (i.e. has nowhere to go), and the inability to equalize pressure to its mechanical standards (i.e. material properties of the pipe itself). Engineers like to design infrastructure systems around some general principles: 1) as close to within budget as possible (i.e. materials, manpower, schedule), 2) easy to spot problems during construction, and 3) easy to repair after its installation in case something breaks. To accomplish this, particularly with water and electrical systems, these systems will be designed with as many straight lines as possible in order to reduce the logistical burdens of its installation, maintenance, and repair. It won’t be uncommon to align multiple systems alongside each other along a wall or in a floor, especially if the employees are paid by the hour, but it might or might not be the absolute best way to do it in terms of long-term solutions. Further Reading

Pressure § Liquid pressure - Wikipedia

Hydrostatics § Pressure in fluids at rest - Wikipedia

Fluid dynamics- Wikipedia

Addy: Water pressure is pretty neat stuff, and I like where you're going with this. My thoughts are a little scattered, but this is feasible or not depending on where the base is.

Components to flooding: 1) How much water is there? 2) Where does the water come from? 3) How quickly does it spread? 4) What does it damage?

So you want to "ruin" a base. That could mean

making it completely inoperable and essentially impossible to recover (totally flooded, it becomes an underground swimming pool/death cave, cannot access without specialized diving equipment).

making it unusable for practical purposes and/or health & safety reasons. Everything of value (papers, records, documents, computers) is made useless and soft surfaces are covered in mold, but a person can still physically enter the space and breathe oxygen. There was water, but then it receded.

In this case, the space is still physically accessible, but the cleanup cost isn't worth it. A dedicated crew may later try to see if there are any documents that got left behind, which could be interesting

Either way, the goal is to remove the enemy's capability to continue operations in this area by damaging their base of operations to an extent that the base is no longer worth the resources to upkeep. Or to damage it to an extent that it is unable to be re-established.

Does it flood quickly or slowly? That affects the speed of the response.

If it happens quickly, the timescale is measured in minutes. Maybe a few hours, if it's a large base. Evacuation is fast, dramatic, and desperate. A few people may try to secure strategic assets (experimental weapon, research notes, hard drive with special data on it, spellbook, classified documents, religious artifacts, medicine, etc. Things that are not easily replaceable), and others may just grab whatever's closest to them and run. Evacuation could be coordinated or it could be disorganized. There may be rescue efforts, people going back to check on their colleagues.

If the flooding is fast-then-slow, then the timescale is hours, maybe a day or two. Initial response is likely going to be panicky, but with people going back inside to grab things once they realize they've got some time.

If the flooding is slow, it's like the above but more like a school fire drill. There's time and not much panic. Not very dramatic. However! If they're leaking a sewer line, then you get people leaving very quickly indeed, as nobody likes to be in contact with raw sewage.

How much water do you need? (If it isn't very much, then people don't panic as much, as they're not at risk of dying)

If you're just looking to fry electronics, that's easy. A few inches of water and there you go, you've ruined your servers and your electrical lines and it's a whole mess. Also it'll get into the floorboards, and that's an expensive fix…. Especially if the water stays electrified. Or if there's sewage or other unpleasant substances in it. Anyways, even a small(ish) pipe can carry a lot of water. A 4" pipe can carry 3400 gallons per minute (gpm) - enough to put a 20,000 sqft facility under a foot of water in 20 minutes. A large 48" pipe, on the other hand, can carry ~35,000 gpm under typical conditions - enough to put that same facility under a foot of water every four and a half minutes.

For reference, fire hydrants put out about 500-1000 gpm. Major pipes tend to be located under streets and highways (hard for them to get accidentally damaged that way), with smaller distribution pipes going to wherever they may be needed. If the base is in the middle of nowhere, they probably won't be near any of the big pipes, so you'd have fairly slow flooding. If the base is hidden in a city, you've got roadways right there. Bonus points if the soil is sand (makes the pipes easier to get to to break).

https://www.ntmwd.com/broken-pipes-and-water-leaks-can-waste-thousands-of-gallons/

https://www.onicon.com/wp-content/uploads/0868-5-Velocity-to-GPM-Chart-2-sided-04-18.pdf

So if you've got a major pipe running through the area, you can make things happen very, very fast. Even if you don't have the really big pipes, you can still cause a fair amount of damage by just breaking multiple pipes. It really just depends on the area and what kinds of pipes are nearby. In normal real-life conditions, large pipes tend to be hard to get to, and it'd be more practical to break a few 1" or 2" pipes, which could get you a foot or two of water in a couple hours.

You could drain a lake or reservoir, but it'd have to be fairly large in order to actually fill up the volume of the base.

How quickly the water spreads depends on the layout of the building. If there are multiple stories, water will flow down. Closed doors will slow the water down, but won't stop it entirely (unless they're waterproof and designed to resist large sideways forces). Think of it like spilling water on a table, just with a lot more of it.

What gets damaged? Are there any fuel lines, any natural gas attachments? What about liquor? Is there anything flammable that can catch fire and float on top of the water? (Or anything that can break, catch fire, and explode inside the base?) Do you have electronics? Paper? How tough are your floors? Water is heavy, clocking in at 62.4 lb/ft^3 (structural engineers hate rooftop pools). Is there a risk of upper floors collapsing onto lower floors, as the water pours down?

#google submitted #water #infrastructure

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clementine-kesh · 5 months

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thinking about chuck smilesobrien and i’s voyager pool au from forever ago… how the version of the chute in that universe is tom and harry getting locked in the pool equipment storage room overnight and harry almost murdering tom with a pool noodle

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primavera-weirdeggii · 6 months

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You know the drill! @skizzlemanweek

This time, Phasmophobia AU

Prompt 3: Ghost/Omen

So far, Skizz’s experience at band camp had been… a unique one.

Practices were what he expected - nothing too eventful. The time between practices was much more fun.

Playing games with the other members of his high school band group made for hilarious jokes, but that’s a whole other story (None of them can look at Mac and cheese the same again). Plus, it’s not why Skizz’s experience has been unique.

It started only a few days into the trip, when Skizz left his water bottle somewhere in the campground.

Or at least, he thought it was still in the campground. Skizz stopped in front of the entrance to the campground for the fifth time, with still no water bottle.

The sun had already set for quite some time, and he was supposed to be in his cabin for the night. But he got thirsty, and couldn’t find his water bottle.

He had just begun to wonder if one of his cabin mates stole it from him when something moved to his right.

A door slowly creaked open, and that would’ve been completely normal, if not for the eerie stillness of the night. The air was calm, and the trees were still with no gusts of wind to disturb their branches.

Now, Skizz had never been one to believe in superstitious things. He’s had some experiences that could have been considered paranormal, but they all had reasonable explanations as well.

He was, however, a very curious kind of guy.

The door led to an unused section of the camp, and as Skizz peered through the gap, he saw it was a storage area of sorts. Pool floats, soccer balls, and a bunch of other stuff not used by band students.

A quick glance behind him showed that nobody was around, and Skizz snuck through the gap into the storage area.

The storage area was just another outdoor section of the camp - the full moon lit up the surroundings in a pale glow, allowing him to see all the equipment, as well as another door at the back of the storage area labeled “Staff only.”

A table sat next to the door he entered through, and something about it caught his eyes.

All the other equipment in this room fit in with the environment of a summer camp, but the equipment in this table did not.

There was something that looked like a silver radio - or maybe a walkie talkie? Skizz wasn’t sure. Something that looked like a laser pointer sat next to a purple glow stick, as well as an empty notebook and a thermometer.

A small box with a gage rested on the edge of the table, pointed in the direction of the door.

Skizz didn’t notice until now that a subtle clicking sound had been going off, and it seemed to be coming from the box. The gage on it was going crazy, jumping between numbers.

He picked it up, and as he did, the clicking stopped.

The box was labeled “Gheistfield Meter” - whatever that meant. When Skizz turned it over, someone had scratched the words “EMF reader” into the back.

The door suddenly slammed shut behind him, and Skizz jumped about a mile into the air and whipped around to face it, heart pounding.

As he faced the door, the EMF reader began clicking again, the meter going all the way up to five and then jumping between the numbers.

“What is going on?” Skizz muttered.

Then it hit him: this box is labeled Gheistfield meter- does it detect ghosts?

His first instinct is to write it off - to think, “No, Skizz, of course it’s not a ghost detector. Do you hear how dumb you sound?” But his second instinct is the one he chooses to listen to.

There’s probably a ghost here!

But instead of the fear that one would expect in this situation, Skizz’s curiosity grew.

He turned back to the table and looked over the equipment again. If there is a ghost here, and this equipment is used to detect it, then maybe this other stuff can help him detect it even more?

He drew his attention to the radio-looking thing again, picking it up and turning it over in his hands. The words “spirit box” were etched into the back.

Upon clicking the power button on the side, the sound of static came out of the box.

Okay, well, if similar a normal radio, then maybe talking into it will do something?

He held the radio up to his face. “Uh… hello? Can anyone hear me?”

No response, but the static continued. A red light flickered on the box.

“Hmm, nothing.” Skizz frowned. He tapped the box against his hand. Maybe it’s broken.

Across the room, a ball started rolling across the floor, seemingly on its own, and a bean bag threw itself off a table.

Skizz went over to investigate, and as he got close to the moved objects, the EMF reader started clicking again.

This is so cool! The boys back at his cabin would love to see this.

A paranoid thought made itself known. What if his friends were hiding somewhere and just messing with him? They liked pulling pranks on each other, and it wouldn’t be unlike them to pretend to be a ghost.

“You guys better not be messing with me,” he called to the room, the static sound of the spirit box continuing over his words. “Is anyone here?”

Suddenly the static broke up, and a snippet of a voice came from the spirit box. “…From behind..”

“AHH-oh my god,” Skizz screamed, dropping the box and retreating back to the door. The static stopped as the the box hit the ground

He put his hand over his heart, feeling his heart pound away in his chest.

“Oh I hated that.” He panted. “That was awful, and terrible, and so much fun! I gotta tell the boys!” Skizz left the equipment on the table by the door and ran back to his cabin.

He had completely forgotten why he even left his cabin in the first place.

#skizzleman #gigs phasmo #fanfiction #skizzweek1 #skizz week 1 #this part is continued tomorrow!#my writing

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