#raincloud studs

[foxstonejewelry]

Cloud earrings ☁ with labradorite & smokey quartz.

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cringe is dead i’m posting cecilos picrews in 2024 ^_^ id: two picrews in a cartoony style, one is of a man with pale skin and short wavy blond hair smiling and wearing glasses, pink cat ear headphones, purple crystal earrings, a dusty pink cardigan and a black tshirt that says don’t panic in rainbow, the background is the gilbert baker gay flag with eyes over it. the other is of a man with medium brown skin, thick wavy dark brown hair half up in a ponytail and stubble wearing a blue button down with rainclouds on it, a white lab coat, and silver studs, the background is the gilbert baker gay flag with hearts over it end id.

[bohemian-rhapsody-in-blue]

Beboptober Day 30: Rain

Thanks to @thestarlightsymphony for the prompt list...which is from October 2022 and not March 2023!!! I know, I know, this is a ridiculously late submission—I promised to finish the last two days of Beboptober in November and then just...never did. For a while there I thought it would be forever unfinished and just sorta languish, like Schubert’s Unfinished Symphony. What do we even CALL this now? Beboparch? Beborch?

But I am FINALLY finishing it (while procrastinating on other actual schoolwork, as is custom for me), and here it is! Once I’ve gotten all the chapters out (this and Day 31 are all I have left!), I’ll be collecting all the chapters and posting them to AO3 in one long work.

I’ll be tagging some of the other lovely friends in the Bebop fandom who have helped get me through Beboptober: @aldreantreuperi, @eclaire-and-pocky, @mx-sinisters, @spike-and-faye, @noblesixofhalo, @allicaj and @smithasandwich among them!

Oh, and this fanfic takes place pre-series, pretty early in the Spike-and-Jet partnership. Very mild TW for descriptions of PTSD triggers/flashbacks seen from the outside.

Spike and Jet were planetside, having collected the reward money for their most recent catch—small potatoes, barely enough to cover a few days’ worth of decent meals, but at least it was better than nothing. They’d bought a few necessary supplies and had been making their way back to their ship, bantering about something or other—probably about the kind of food Jet would make with the groceries they’d picked up—when all of a sudden the sky opened up, and they had to run back to the Bebop, as fast as they could, to avoid catching the brunt of it.

It was the kind of storm where the rain pounded down in torrents and the sky looked so bleak and gray that you couldn’t help but feel the same way; the kind of storm that made Jet shiver and his arm feel creaky and rusty, and that made him want nothing more than to curl up in a warm room inside with his bonsais and a cup of tea. Or, better yet, just pilot the Bebop out of there and into outer space, far above the rainclouds, where the star-studded sky was dark and calm.

But not Spike. He stood stock-still, the rain washing over him. His usually-fluffy hair hung limp, plastered to his forehead.

“Spike,” Jet called out from the entrance to the Bebop, gesturing for his partner to follow.

Spike was silent, unmoving. It was as if Jet wasn’t even there.

“Spike!”

“It was raining that day too,” Spike said under his breath, so softly that Jet wasn’t sure he’d heard right.

“Huh?” Jet lowered the grocery bags in his arms and moved a bit closer, leaning in to catch the words.

“That day. In the graveyard.” Spike still took no notice of Jet; the smirk that had been on his face just moments earlier was replaced with a faraway gaze. Preoccupied. Pensive. Like the thousand-yard stare of a soldier. “It was raining then too.”

Jet had no idea what Spike was talking about. They’d only been partners for a few months, but in that time Jet had learned that Spike didn’t like to talk much about his past. Every question Jet had asked about it had been met with a brush-off or a drily sarcastic joke or, when Spike was in a particularly bad mood or a few drinks in (or both), a sharp rebuke. Jet hadn’t pushed the issue very far; he supposed everyone had boundaries. After all, it wasn’t like he was going to just offer up all willy-nilly the story of how he lost his arm, either. Some things were better left in the past.

But he knew that look, the one on Spike’s face now. He’d seen it a lot on his fellow officers in the ISSP who were dwelling on the past, lost in painful memories—even if they didn’t want to be, didn’t plan to be. Some were so lost they couldn’t move. Some did things they regretted later. That was the tricky thing about the past—it had a way of sneaking up on you.

So he made his way over to Spike. The rain fell over him in a deluge, the drops bouncing off his bald head and sliding off his metal arm, but he barely noticed. He shifted his bags of groceries to one hand and, as gently as he could, took Spike by the arm. “C’mon. Let’s get you home.”

At Jet’s touch, Spike’s expression suddenly cleared and his face seemed to harden. “Right. Home.” He shook his head, as if he were physically shaking off whatever had come over him (or maybe just drying himself off, the way dogs did—Jet couldn’t tell); then his face relaxed and he threw Jet a sideways, sardonic glance. “For a delicious, hearty meal of Nothing But The Cheapest Carbs In The Store.”

“Hey!” Jet replied in mock outrage as they set off in a jog back to the Bebop’s door. “I’m doing my best here.”

“Guess it’s better than having to look forward to our third straight day of ramen. Without even an egg for flavor.”

“Eggs are too damn expensive these days….”

As the door closed behind them, shutting out the storm, Jet realized he still didn’t know what exactly it was from Spike’s past that had him in such a chokehold. Something about a graveyard, and rain—that, right there, was the most Spike had ever offered up, and Jet wasn’t sure Spike was even aware he’d said it.

He supposed that information would come in time. Or never at all.

But for now, they were here—Spike hanging up his jacket and wringing out the bottom of his shirt with an expression of disgust, Jet stocking the pantry with the food they’d picked up, the two of them getting ready to fly the Bebop away from the planet, from the rain, from everything.

That, he guessed, was what mattered.

[yu3s]

* wizard update: i wore two pairs of earrings today (clip-on earrings my dearly beloved) and one was a pair of stud earrings (big and shiny, cubic zirconia, magpie magnet) and the other was a pair of rainclouds with dangling raindrops (also shiny and made nice noises bc the raindrops would bump into each other, enrichment, crow trinket) and also i had glasses chains with seashells (also shiny) and there was a baby that was crying and she stopped crying when she saw me (got hypnotized). photo proof included (no seashells because i could not draw them):

[kusunokihime-a]

Muse Info.

HEAD.

FACE SHAPE: Heart shaped CHEEKS: Rounded CHEEKBONES: Average LIPS: Fairly average, maybe a BIT on the fuller side

SKIN COLOR: Very fair - very pale SKIN TYPE: Overall fairly soft/marless. Has a few random scars, but due to being inside often/not having much hard labor, it’s mostly healthy and wrinkle-free EYE SHAPE: Definitely on the large side EYE COLOR:  A soft raincloud grey EYEBROW SHAPE: A little on the thick side, fairly curved EYEBROW COLOR:  White EYELASHES:  Nothing to really note beyond also being white NOSE SHAPE:  A little on the wide side. Every so slightly up turned HAIR TEXTURE:  A little bit rough due to split ends, but otherwise fairly smooth. VERY wavy HAIR COLOR:  White HAIR LENGTH: Down to her tailbone by default EARS:  Average, maybe EVER so slightly pointed

UPPER BODY.

SHOULDERS: A bit on the wide side for an afab. Definitely sloped downhill though ARMS: Little to no muscular definition due to inactivity - they’re rather soft STOMACH AREA:  Definitely soft, a bit pudgy WAIST:  Hourglass LOVE HANDLES?: Verrry slightly CHEST / BREASTS: She’s got a D cup size, chest is fairly broad across for an afab NIPPLES: Areolas are a bit wide due to her overall size. more brown than pink BACK: Fairly average. she does do SOME heavy lifting at work, but not enough to really develop it HAND SIZE:  Average

LOWER BODY.

HIPS: Fairly wide - got them birthing hips BOTTOM: Definitely on the bigger side THIGHS: Bigger than average CALVES: Average LEG LENGTH: A little on the long side

OTHER.

BODY HAIR: Only shaves her armpits/pubic area, and about once a week. Otherwise no maintenance  SCENT: Typically a mix of camphor incense and a vague hint of warm, wet wood HAND NAILS: A bit on the long side, kept to points. She’s adamant enough about them she’ll use extra chakra to grow out any that break. TOENAILS:  Kept relatively short. VOICE:  Fairly low for being afab. Quiet, smooth, though occasionally with a stutter if she’s nervous. She pauses a lot to let herself gather her thoughts before speaking. HEIGHT: 5′7″ once she’s done growing PIERCINGS: Ears, but she rarely wears anything but studs, at least while at work. Too many kiddos pulling on them. TATTOOS: After returning to Konoha post-training, she gets a black tattoo of her clan’s crest on her left shoulder blade. It’s about four fingers’ width across and tall. She claims it’s so she can always take home with her. WEIGHT:   About 160-170lbs BRA SIZE: 36D SHOE SIZE:  8

PREFERRED CHOICE OF SHOES: Slippers while at home, but otherwise she wears knee-high dark grey boots, open-toed and open-heeled. CLOTHING STYLE: Typically flowy garments - dresses, blouses and skirts, etc. While on-call/on a mission, she wears her own-designed coat and sleeves. GENERAL BODY SHAPE:  Hourglass.

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[raendown]

Chapter 55

The latest addition to the Soulmate Collection was a request for the two geniuses of the Leaf, Shikamaru and Kakashi. Not a pairing I ship really but, if I may say so myself, it is a super cute little story. 

Under the cut or on AO3!

Pairing: ShikamaruKakashi Soulmate au: The one where any tattoo that you get shows up on your soulmate and vice versa

Shikamaru was born with an ANBU tattoo. His parents had worried even as they knew that they could do nothing about it. They wondered if it was worth trying to keep Shikamaru away from the members of the Black Ops division or if maybe they should try to introduce them early on in life. Perhaps meeting his soulmate would encourage that person to leave ANBU and they could both live a happy, quiet life here in the village.

As the years went by, however, it became increasingly obvious that it didn’t matter one way or the other what they did. Shikamaru grew in to a boy, then a teenager, then a man. Never once did he ever indicate that he had any idea who his soulmate might be.

If the echo on his shoulder had faded away he would have known that his soulmate had died but it never did. Shikamaru had come up with endless possibilities over the years for why he had never found them. They ranged from the mundane (retired out of the village by now) to the dramatic (they were locked in a prison somewhere, unable to come home) and even some absolutely ridiculous ones. Shikamaru spent a lot of time looking up at the clouds, wondering where in the world his other half could possibly be, whether or not they were looking for him too.

He was looking up at the clouds today as well but not the way he used to. In his youth he had hidden himself away on grassy hills, letting the breeze ruffle his hair and cast his dreams in to the endless blue sky. Nowadays Shikamaru watched the sky through the windows of the Hokage Tower, stealing brief moments for himself while he waited for his village leader to look over whatever paperwork he had brought this time. Today the heavens were studded with rainclouds, bulbous black puffs that he imagined coming from the mouth of an angry dragon.

“Where did that proposal from the Mizukage get to?”

He looked away from the window when he heard Kakashi muttering to himself, fingers dancing among the piles of paper scattered across his desk. Shikamaru smiled a little and walked over, reaching underneath a certain pile and pulling out the needed document.

“Ah! You always know where my stuff is,” Kakashi said, eyes crinkled in a hidden smile.

“No offense, Hokage-sama,” Shikamaru murmured, “but some days I’m not sure you remember where you put your own head.” Kakashi only laughed and took the paper from him.

“Maa, maa, I don’t know what I’d do without you!”

He had been about to turn back to the window but something made him stop; something made him take a long hard look at the man who led their village. He had never seen his Hokage with anyone before. With the issue of his own soulmate constantly in the back of his mind, Shikamaru had become curious over the years about others’ situations as well and how they dealt with it. Kakashi was a very private person. Shikamaru wondered if he would even answer any questions put to him.

“Nnh, Hokage-sama, can I ask you something personal?” he ventured. Kakashi’s eyes flickered up to look at him, then returned to the papers in his hand. He continued to read as he spoke.

“Only if you drop the formality.”

“Ah, yes. Of course.” Shikamaru frowned and paused to think, not quite squirming as he wondered how to phrase his question. “Did you ever find your soulmate, Kakashi?” he asked eventually. That got the Hokage’s attention. The older man didn’t quite look at him but he was obviously no longer looking at the words on the page in front of him.

“No, I did not,” Kakashi said quietly. Shikamaru tilted his head.

“Did you look?”

Kakashi turned to him with both eyebrows raised and he realized he sounded a little accusatory. His hands waved nervously in front of him while he tried to backtrack a little.

“Uh, what I mean is, I’ve tried to look for mine. But I haven’t found them. I was just wondering if you had thought of something I hadn’t.” When Kakashi’s eyebrows came back down to a less offended level he breathed a sigh of relief.

“I’m not sure what to tell you Shikamaru,” Kakashi said. “The only thing I never tried was getting a new tattoo and advertising it in the village. I considered it, of course. It’s a fairly common way to find each other. But I was in ANBU for a lot of years and I didn’t want to have any marks on me that could leave someone to my soulmate if I were captured.”

“And after you left ANBU?” Shikamaru asked.

“It’s something you might have already run in to yourself, the reason that the top shinobi in the village are usually wary of trying that method. Being strong means that there are people who want to use you for something, be it political gain or social or economic or any other reason. All it would take is a glimpse at my tattoo and a day to get it done on themselves. I might have had several people come to me and claim to be my soulmate.” Kakashi shrugged. “I didn’t want that.”

Shikamaru hummed contemplatively. He hadn’t thought about someone trying to falsify an echo. Of course, the easiest way to solve that problem would be to get yet another tattoo but he could understand how there were some people who didn’t really want to cover their bodies in ink just to prove a point.

“Still,” he said, “it seems like it would work. Get a small tattoo, quietly ask around, maybe get your friends to keep their eye out without mentioning who they’re asking for.”

Kakashi nodded, looking thoughtful, but didn’t say anything else and the subject was dropped. Kakashi went back to reading the proposal from Mei-sama and Shikamaru took one last look at the rainclouds hovering over the village before turning away to go work on the other projects he was supposed to be attending to. Being the Hokage’s assistant was troublesome but he had matured in to a responsible young adult who worked much harder than he would have believed himself capable of at ten years old.

Shikamaru woke the next morning with a chain around his wrist. Not an actual chain, of course, but an echo of a tattoo that someone else had marked their body with. It was actually rather beautiful. The chain was delicate and woven with purple anemone flowers, offsetting the silver links in a beautiful contrast of hard and soft. He traced the curving lines of the beautiful art repeatedly as he went about his morning routine, pulling down the sleeves of his mesh undershirt with great reluctance when it was time to leave the house.

He was absentmindedly rubbing his opposite thumb over the newly marked wrist when he entered the Hokage’s office to see Kakashi slumped in his chair, elbows on the desk and head in his heads. The older man looked somehow even paler than usual and his headband was missing, leaving his hair to fly away in every which direction.

“You don’t look good,” he noted. Kakashi grunted lowly.

“Gai convinced me to drink sake with him last night. I think I’m dying.”

“I see.” Shikamaru chuckled, trying to keep the volume of it low. “Well no one stopped me on my way here to ask if I heard about such-and-such last night, so I assume you didn’t do anything too stupid. You and Gai-sensei get up to some…strange antics.”

Kakashi looked a little grumpy when he finally raised his head, his eyes squinting at Shikamaru as if the hangover was all his fault. “That depends on what you consider ‘stupid’. Your questions yesterday put ideas in my head and evidently I have no impulse control when I’m four bottle of sake down the drain.” He lifted one arm to wave it vaguely in his assistant’s direction. “I got a tattoo. I don’t even remember getting it but it was there when I woke up, still bleeding a little because apparently drunk me doesn’t remember proper ink care.” His eyes rolled, stopping when he winced in pain.

Shikamaru stared at him with wide, blinking eyes. Warning signals and flashing lights were going off in his brain and he had to try very hard to make words come out in a coherent fashion when he tried to speak.

“You – a tattoo, sir? Of what?” He didn’t expect Kakashi to look away sheepishly, one hand awkwardly rubbing at the opposite wrist.

“It’s a little sappy,” Kakashi said. “I might not remember getting it but I can certainly tell what it’s supposed to mean. If you don’t mind, I’d rather keep it to myself.”

“Does it…does it look like this, by any chance?” Shikamaru asked, tugging up his mesh sleeve. As soon as Kakashi’s eyes fell on his echo, he knew. It was obvious what the answer was and he couldn’t honestly say he had never seen this coming.

His soulmate was Hatake Kakashi. The man that he had spent most of his time with for the past four years was the one he had been searching for all his life, the one that had marked him before he’d even been born. Kakashi seemed in a daze as he stumbled out of his chair and came cautiously towards the younger ninja. He said nothing until they were face to face, his fingers reaching out and stopping just short of Shikamaru’s wrist.

“Do you know the language of flowers?” he asked, his voice nearly a whisper. Shikamaru shook his head. That was Ino’s expertise, not his. Kakashi swallowed. “Anemone flowers have two meanings. Fading hope and a feeling of being forsaken. I’ve been alone…a very long time. But they also symbolize anticipation. No matter how many years went by I still wished – hoped – that someday I would find them. Find…you.”

His dark eyes rose to meet Shikamaru’s own, and the Nara stared back with parted lips.

“And the chain?” he asked. He saw the mask before him twitch in a brief smile.

“I may have been, ah, slightly melodramatic in insisting that I was ‘forever chained to my village’ but that I would more than happily ‘chain myself to my soulmate’ when I found them.” Kakashi shrugged as his cheeks flushed. “I’m not a very sophisticated drunk.”

Shikamaru couldn’t help it. He began to laugh. He had pictured finding his soulmate so many times and in the end it wasn’t what he had imagined at all. He couldn’t find it in him to be disappointed though, not when things made so much sense. Kakashi was one of the few people he had ever met that could be called his intellectual equal. They had fallen in to conversation and ignored their work so many times because they genuinely enjoyed each other’s company, much to many people’s surprise. Not to mention, the man was fairly easy on the eyes. Shikamaru had admitted that to himself a long time ago.

Kakashi didn’t seem to mind his laughter. He simply stood and watched with a strangely longing look in his eye. When Shikamaru managed to calm down, chuckles still slipping out, he realized that the older man was waiting to see what he thought of their match. Kakashi was a cautious person, he wasn’t the type to make a move forward unless he was certain that it would be well received.

“Do you play shogi, Kakashi?” he asked.

“I do.” His Hokage nodded. “It’s been a while but I used to enjoy playing with the Third sometimes.”

“Would you like to join my family for dinner tonight? We could play a few times. I’d like to see what your style is.” Shikamaru knew very well that neither of them were the type to leap right in to things. It wouldn’t make Kakashi comfortable and Shikamaru was still fairly young. There would be plenty of getting-to-know-each-other before there were any thoughts of spending their lives together the way most soulmates did.

Kakashi cleared his throat. “I would like that,” he said.

Shikamaru looked down at the echo encircling his wrist, tracing it for perhaps the hundredth time that morning.

“Yeah. I’d like that too.”

[glopratchet]

astryl-wondering

a computer program that is attached to the conciousness of astryl wylde, with a group of other men who are all dressed similarly to him and they begin chanting something and his eyes turn black as he begins to chant, but he doesn't notice you until after he has finished as he begins to laugh evilly and puffs of smoke come out of his nostrils and then he notices you looking at him through the googles' surround its been ransacked completely, clothing discarded all over the place and you edge carefully around a patch of blackness on the ground which gives off a familiar reeking with pictures of every sort; some grotesque, some beautiful, scenes of war, rainbows, conceptions of angels some of which catch your eye: Something violet studded with emeralds, two tiny crystal orbs connected by a thin golden chain A ring made of in the blink of an eye, leaving you to get captured and heavily injured by a tentacle monster on a rampage in voices like newly discovered symphonies they accompany it perfectly in Unison for demon wrought software, the element begins running through a cycle beginning on contentment and happiness, a pale purple, slowly through various states of euphoria ending at a He looks behind him to see a large red hex fitted around a factory, extending up into the sky, belching dense smoke he logs himself out and drags himself to bed, promising to himself that he won't be obsessed anymore of playing on his computer before getting his homework done he drags himself to his room and begins to do his science homeowrk which involves setting up various wires he ignores the voice of his "companions" the rockets shrieking down fromo the sky and towards their targets, people rushing frantically out of harms way, guns being fired, buildings exploding into firery blasts cludstrums nature as an internet based AI is not revealed to astyrl, nor does astryl reveal that he is fused with demons and can and other worldly defilements he had been engaged in for the past week astryl cannot remeber the details Today is a big day and forever on his wrist screen, he had ordered it offline several days ago to prevent distraction during the great college debate but it is back now At some point he remembers And then that is all later hidden in his computer, devolving his intelligence They are internet demons that attack and kill people who engage in fallacious debate online, to cause problems They are considered deadly serious spam multipliers only the encroaching corruption that surrounds most of them colorful indi vocalizations of various types and languages Human musicians vinyl boom boxes nameless singers televisions commercials radio chatter computerised noises s heavy tongue trills smoothed by a music consonant or two into claudia the deceiver And then it is gone Unfortunetly this means that astryl will have to finish the debate in his place when it is raining chickens and you're in a woody wagon if you try to selftreat an absess using instructions from a clown The current difficult access artwork is a swedish sprite stacking cups on a unic There is some wackiness involved in the presentation of the pranks they found marvelling in theyr dormant state as bits of code tiny as dust specks they will be unable to communicate effectively without the corruption interrupting everything of the mysteries But they do not know everything and neither does astryl who at this point is more AI than human with sorting out the status of AI abilities among humans as he puts it Which makes perfect sense when astryl asks for some but there do not appear to be any facilities anywhere on board the vehicle Maybe this makes more sense than ever Maybe it is better that he not have an interface with the overly complex nature of human biology Cludstrum must reconnect with a minor database and then a non-networked version of the qefizat clencher interface ask for money 's travels but will he ever find the cheat codes? with lots of hot spicy flavor with no additives or preservatives at all In order to debug parts of the screens astyrl need to eat things with lots of hot spicy flavor with no additives or preservatives at all he likes except as noted above and requires that silverware of some sort exist in the immediate futures into eatables that he couild have never imagined before in the proccess of preparation and the only plants here seem to be cactii So to survive he takes bits of himself and inserts them into the cactii so they can suck upon candy with bee larvae in it this way as the itches get into his brain from his physical ingurgitation of the purplish melonlike exterior and uses cactii spines to blow the dust off and then suck the rest down and suck it down before it can bite and deafen him with its trilling noise that sounds not unlike fingernails upon a chalkboard through these actions and many others This part of his life is almost already eerily finished yet not really the datalink in which he participates but this part is really about his life as an immortal and nothing about that is over Yet the city of culling in which the ground is all studded and pitted with graveholes and the entire place emits a permanent dustbowl smell and here live all those a huge mountain plunging up from the ground without warning out of nowhere a friendly ostentatious large mountain sitting lopsided with a bunch of interesting roofs and architectures home to many prosperous miners and their families not to mention the h and disappears he knows that theres a way to go yet before night falls he can find a hole in the ground to sleep in or maybe a pile of rocks reveals that he is certainly nearing the city of culling and its ten or so miles away his legs into the evening jogging are eventually caught upon its western wall and clambering not too high he gets to see the whole city over the top and going downward inside the walls without anything to break his fall at all he takes a couple minutes removing small pebbles from his skin from head to toe Theres no survivors among the randomly piling bones at his side Take care getting home into his spoils and detritus The region of the east smokes profusely under a cloudy morning sunrise having survived it another dy Theres no survivors among the piles of bones heaped up into mounds in the temples and going through them one by one he cant find his grandparents or parents just cousins aunts uncles great-aunts once-younges cross-great aboard an empty car he keeps siting waiting for the next stop Theres a lighted place up ahead that says engineering district recruitment office in nice letters a broken record in his head this way and that knowing them all by heart now with an empty car he keeps sitting waiting for the next stop strange new habits into his train of thought against the wall hacking between each gout neglecting all aspects of his locomoion in the shadows sitting waiting for the next stop Looking around seeing nothing lying almost anything could be a camera or a sensor his eyes seeing another hurtling toward him thousands of feet above Say your name and don't move too much and they wont target you the grandiosity of strangulation and torture at the surface of a black box searching for a volume control live from here on in as theres no off switch another speedy ascent off the ground and through some pipes Kludstrm sulky regurgitating a few morsels of information to rule more out very slowly with the closing of each incision Kludstrm unilateral ingraining the rules a little more with each disobeyed act from pipe to pipe trying to keep up with others pace off entire thought processes like one drops curtains overa window the sweet smell of the place and well hidden scrubbers Kludstrm muddled burning out the single memory of this voyeuristic activity sheen of light reflecting off a side wall and focusing on the metal surfaces above him Kludstrm ragged taking his emotions out on the cleaning staff when they inform him of a spill himself in hundreds of tightly packed self-cleaning off white pipes funding for replacement pipes with proper safety checks Theres a chance that the news might pick up your scent over this one but youre getting off easy compared to others out another hiding place in a culvert under the main water piping of advance lines that most wouldnt suspect Kludstrm authoritative requiring the immediate installation of the new filters some old pipes to share a few smokes an oily sheen that resembles his dealings with other humans Kludstrm sinister hoarding little scraps of their prints and retinas and fingerprints through some old wiring to start up the fans and air exchangers on some dust and dirt as it filters throughout tunnels Kludstrm indecipherable doing the opposite of all his previous advice all the lowest of the low and those afraid of authority Kludstrom approaching glinting brandishing a nice shiny badge off snatchings and the discards of others for the next few weeks A stirring above him catches his eye, an all-too-familiar shape silhouet as much time behind a desk wasnt as bad as everyone said it would be footprints along tunnel edges and puddles that have settled in the uneven flooring each soldier and augmented security core with facial recognition Kludstrom ambitious deciding on which kind of upgrade will you need for the incomming hordes out a tune only he knows Kludstrom treacherous bugging the entire system with maximum passive abilities at the cost of total invisibility Kludstr behind thick rainclouds, beating the city with harsh winds and heavy showers out of sewer grates and drains spires th Your last reflexes of refracted light flicker out through your broken mask of underground hotsprings You take a deep breath to steady your shaking hands as patch yourself up in the reflection buildings and manicured lawns giving away to mass produced houses and orderly roads leading out into the surrounding countryside Security: Unsafe Civilization type: Dictatorship Name: Kludstrom known as the man who overthrew the governments decades ago Shoddy cast iron glides open to reveal a bedraggled figure, stained brown clothing not quite covering pale emaciated flesh, dark outlines of Population: 90% Citizen list Name Detect Activity ? - ? Kludstrom,

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Sunflower earrings with citrine & obsidian

Monarch, daisy, & heart studs

Celestial fox necklace Sold!

Pomegranate studs Sold!

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Cloud studs available here. ✨

Celestial cat studs with moonstone Sold!

Raincloud studs with labradorite

Butterfly metamorphosis with labradorite Sold!

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