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[tarjapearce]

Pls pls pls pls I need you to write a ranchero Miguel fic inspired by this pic

If requests are open of course 😇 I love this au

Maybe Miguel's and Cerecita first kiss? 👀

Even though the barn he had been living for the past months, was conditioned enough for him to live comfortably, Miguel didn't waste time to make the place a bit of his own. After all, the least he deserved was to relax after a long day of work around.

He had found a bathtub, A bit of algae setting on the bottom, still wrapped in plastic, never used or installed even though it had some rusting spots here and there thanks to moist exposure.

He installed it and took a week to renovate it and clean it thoroughly. And what a better way to use it for the first time than after a long and stressing day. Agustín had another regression and had nearly injured Joaquín, your father's horse. He knew he just needed some patience, Agustín was a good horse.

A stallion that had gone through alot. Of course it wasn't going to be simple to trust that easily for him.

Miguel removed his hat, silky, dark chocolate strands slicked back, body slick and shiny from the sweat, he removed his boots and clothes, to then wrap a towel around his narrow waist. He examined himself in the foggy mirror, a subtle stubble creeping up his cheeks and chin.

But he would tend to it later, water was too nice to not seize it. Luckly enough the tub was big enough for him, so he could stretch and enjoy the soothing warmth permeating his sore muscles for a long time.

He closed his eyes, and the first thing that came to his mind was you. It was like a second nature for him to keep you on his thoughts. But today seemed ultra special for his sight. You had just returned from church, dressed up like a lovely doll. Knee high lenght skirt, low heels, and button shirt that surely made an effort to keep your breast in place

It didn't help that it was windy and you had to constantly secure the ruffle of the skirt to not let the wind to go all Marilyn Monroe on you. But universe seemed to have taken a like to him, and gifted him with little moments that only he had the pleasure to witness. Like the way your skirt had levitated upwards due the sudden current of air.

His eyes captured the lacy navy blue panties snug to your body, a little whale tail dressing a plump and supple pair of cheeks. His lips were licked at the sight. Blue was definitely your color. And it looked even better when it was accompanied with lace.

He bit his lip with a smirk at the memory. But before his mind wandered into something deeper and borderline forbidden, he finished bathing then he stood up, and got out the tub. Cold water running through the ripples of his muscles.

He dried with the previous towel, he smoothed some rebellious curls off his forehead back, and returned to the mirror.

"Miguel?" Your sweet voice snapped him out of his grooming ritual as you called him again.

"Yes, Señorita?" He stood before you, skin moist and shiny, and a hidden smile behind his lips.

Your eyes casted down, noticing the happy trail that hovered above the snug towel. Your cheeks grew warmer when a smug smile stretched on his lips

"U-Uhm. Papá wants to know if Joaquín is alright."

"He is, yeah. Don't worry on him. Just a little scratch"

you nodded with a sheepish smile.

"Are you alright?"

"Hm?" His head tilted, the muscles in his neck moved, you couldn't help but stare at the movement.

"Agustín can be quite... Rough. But I know he is a good horse."

"Don't worry your pretty head over it, cariño. I know what I am doing."

"I didn't mean it that way. I... I know you are more than capable of doing such things."

Miguel's smile only widened as he looked at you. Despite your clothes being different, you still remained so delectable to his sight. Temptation itself. It was kind of ironic for him, super conservative parents had created a daughter that surely would make any man deep in faith to sin by just looking.

A punishment for their attitude, perhaps. Not that he was complaining, at all.

"How about you?"

"Oh?"

His question made your gaze to connect with his.

"Are you alright? You look flustered, Señorita."

He adored the way the blush in your cheeks deepened.

"Should I get dressed?"

"No. I'm... Im. leaving anyways. I apologize for..."

His muscles flexed and it was unavoidable for you to stare. Inwardly marveling at his physique.

"Never seen a naked man before?"

"My goodness. I... I apologize"

"Nothing to be ashamed of, chula. It's just a body. A tool."

"Right... Uhm..."

"Wanna touch?"

He knew he was playing dangerous games, but the way you stared at him, made him feel worshipped. He stepped closer and your breath caught in your throat as warm and firm muscles were felt under the pads of your dainty fingertips.

His big hand guided yours as he pulled you closer, bit by bit. Your hands kept feeling him, roaming up his torso, fingers hovering at the base of his neck. You couldn't reach further. But it wasn't necessary. Strong and calloused hands explored your skin, a whimper that was was enough indicator for him to lean down and kiss you.

Plump lips guided yours as one of his hands cradled your head, keeping you in place as his mouth kept tasting and devouring yours.

You tasted as he had imagined. So so sweet and delicious. His tongue pried your mouth open, and you groaned as he slid it inside and toyed with yours. Your body was dipped back, deepening the kiss as you gave shaky and breathless moans.

His hands hooked underneath your glutes and made your legs wrap around his waist before making you seat in one of the piled up haystacks. His fingers slid around your hips and squeezed a handful of your rear. Your moan died in his mouth.

Your lips glistened once he separated from yours after giving a gentle peck on your soft and pouty ones. He then smiled.

"Another one, Señorita?"

You nodded immediately, but before he went at it, your name was called by one of the staff members.

"See you tomorrow?" He bit your bottom lip softly, and smiled tenderly at your affirmation. He then helped you off the haystack.

"Goodnight, preciosa."

He disappeared into his room as you left for yours. His taste lingering in your now hungry mouth.

[maraschinomerry]

Little Pink Heart

Pairings: Anthony Lockwood x fem!reader, implied Locklyle

Summary: following a fatal Ghost-Touch, Lockwood and reader must figure out how to manage love and life after death

Content: reader's death, ghost!reader, grief, angst, bittersweet, not a happy ending, established relationship

A/N: Please please be aware that this fic has some very heavy content, don't feel obliged to read if you could find it upsetting! That being said, this is as much about exploring the concept of Visitors' sentience that Jonathan Stroud introduced and building on what we saw with Annabel Ward as it is about the angst and the grief. This is dedicated to @bella-rose29 for mentioning the idea of ghost!reader and giving me inspiration (bonus angst: listen to Someone New by Freya Ridings while you read)

Word count: 4.9k (my longest fic yet!)

Taglist: @neewtmas @marinalor @ettadear @honey-with-tea (let me know if you want adding or removing!)

The click of the key echoed through the house as you opened the door. Dusk was falling, the fine mist that had settled tinted a soft blue. As much as you didn't want to go inside, you fancied staying out here less.

“Don't linger, darling,” your boyfriend, Anthony, murmured as he passed over the threshold. His hand slipped into yours and he led you in. The house was cold and dim in the fading light, and from the fine layer of dust and lack of personal effects it was clear that it hadn't been inhabited for some time. It was a shame that the owner, who had seemed like a nice enough young woman, had had to move out of her family home, but you couldn't help but be grateful. You and Anthony had only just got your licences, and with no links to any agencies nor desires to join them you'd decided to try and set up your own. That took time, though, and money, and though Anthony had a little equity in his house you'd agreed to take a couple of small, private cases to make up as much as you could. That was how you found yourself here, ready to earn a reasonable sum in exchange for eliminating a lone Type Two. A few jobs like this would help set you up nicely.

The kitchen was slightly warmer than the rest of the house, the west-facing windows having allowed in the last of the sun before it dipped behind the trees in the distance. Together you set up your kit bags on the table - you didn't have much: a few handmade salt bombs, filings and chains, a few flares only in case of emergency (they'd cost far too much to waste) and of course your rapiers. Lockwood pulled something extra from his bag, a small plastic-wrapped packet. Bourbon biscuits.

“You're the best,” you smiled as he opened the packet and offered one to you, which you bit into quickly.

“I know,” he grinned back, brushing a stray crumb from your lip. You blushed.

The owner of the house had provided a floor plan, but her account of the Visitor had been so inconsistent and vague that it was difficult to pinpoint a possible location for the Source. Anthony spread the roll of paper across the table, and you wrapped your arms around his waist, peering over his shoulder at the diagram. There were two floors and a basement, but the latter had been gutted a month ago ready for renovation so there was nothing in there at present.

“Let's start upstairs and work our way back down,” Anthony suggested. “More likely to find something in one of the bedrooms.”

“True, but it's a lot of wasted time if we don't. Why don't we split up and take a floor each?”

His expression soured, and he moved closer, taking your hand again and rubbing small anxious circles above your thumb. “That's smart, but I hate the idea of leaving you on your own.” Even when he didn't agree with your ideas, he always found a way to compliment them. Just one of the things that made you love him all the more.

You squeezed his hand reassuringly. “It won't be for long, and I'll call for you the moment I find anything suspicious.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.” You leant forward and placed your lips delicately on his. He held you close, your hands on his chest, one of his on your waist and the other fidgeting with your necklace. It was one he'd bought for you, a small pink gemstone in a heart shape on a simple silver chain. His promise to always love and protect you. Not a day had gone by since that you didn't wear it. He nodded at last; he knew he would, he'd do anything you asked of him in a heartbeat. It still worried him not to be by your side, but he trusted that you were a good agent who could handle yourself and that you meant it when you said you'd call for him. His only condition was that if the Source was more likely to be upstairs, that would be where he'd look.

So it was that you found yourself, torch in one hand and the other on your rapier, exploring the ground floor. The silence was oppressive, seeping the confidence from you with every step. Not a ticking clock, not the creaking of the old building settling, not even the residual hum of electricity or plumbing, just the occasional thud from your boyfriend upstairs. Working quickly, you ruled out the dining room and bathroom. That left the lounge. The air smelled musty, and a shiver ran through you as you entered. That was never a good sign. You pulled out your thermometer and watched the temperature drop the further in you went.

“Anthony?” Your voice felt deafening against the quiet of the room, but you knew it hadn't been anywhere near loud enough to travel upstairs. No, this was silly, you could handle this. There were no signs of a spirit yet, for all you knew the change in temperature could be from the wind blowing down the chimney into the empty fireplace. You flicked the torch off, using your now free hand to hold your necklace, grounding yourself as you tuned in and listened. There was nothing at first. You wondered whether Anthony was having more luck upstairs; so far down here had been thoroughly useless. Maybe you should go and check on him. But then you heard it. A tragic, gut-wrenching wail, getting closer.

“Anthony?” you called again, louder this time but as steady as you could. There was movement above. He'd heard. So had the spirit, the wailing definitely nearby now. You pulled out your rapier.

The temperature plummeted.

A screech, so close you would have felt the breath on your neck had it come from a living being, made you whirl round. Your rapier clattered to the floor. Shit. Stay calm.

“Anthony!” you yelled, not caring how scared you sounded. His footsteps rattled down the stairs. He was so close.

You lunged towards your rapier.

The Visitor lunged towards you.

Lockwood was in the back bedroom when he heard his name. All his senses were immediately on high alert - you were the only person he allowed to call him Anthony, so he always reacted differently to his first name anyway, and under the circumstances hearing it immediately made him fear the worst.

“Y/n?” He crept out onto the landing, slowly pulling out his rapier and listening intently for any more noise. It was moments like these he was grateful not to be a Listener, he could focus on you and not the sounds of the house's history. He was only two steps onto the staircase when his name came again, louder and more panicked. Without a second thought he ran down the stairs, only holding back enough to make sure he didn't fall. His blood ran cold when he heard you scream.

You tried to both duck and spin as your hand came into contact with the hilt of your rapier. The blade sliced upwards, connecting with the Visitor, but it was too late. Its clawing grey hand clutched onto your shoulder moments before it disappeared. You screamed as tendrils of ice shot through you, radiating outwards from the spot. Through the fog of pain that had suddenly engulfed your brain you heard Anthony, close by now, yelling your name. You had to go to him. He'd know what to do. Everything would be okay.

You took one step, then another. Your torso was going numb, your entire arm having already fallen victim to the plasm which was turning your shoulder a violent shade of blue. One more step, and your legs gave out. You just about made out the silhouette of your boyfriend in the doorway, rushing towards you as you slumped to the ground.

“No, no, no, y/n!” Anthony's face swam into view, trying to mask his utter horror for your sake. “It's going to be okay, darling, I'll go and get help.”

The fingers of your good hand twitched towards his and he took it immediately, despite how cold it was. You struggled to focus on him through your tears, and noticed the same in his eyes. “Ant-” Your voice was failing fast.

“Shh, I've got you.” He cradled your head, his own tears mingling with yours on your cheek, but you could barely feel them. Almost everything was numb. The blue had spread across your chest, and the little pink heart stood out starkly against it. “I'm so sorry, my darling,” Lockwood said softly. He choked back a sob as he leant down, placing a kiss into your hair. You wanted to do the same, to speak to him, to do anything.

His face was the last thing you saw before everything went black.

—

You had no idea how much time had passed when your vision returned, a room slowly materialising in front of your eyes. It was a bedroom, filled with knick-knacks and bathed in a warm golden light. It looked familiar, but you hadn't been here when it went dark, you'd been… somewhere else. It was so hard to remember, but you knew there had been a dark, dusty room and a feeling of agonising cold. And a person. There'd been someone there, someone you needed to say something to. Now here you were, everything feeling so normal yet so bizarre; you were still you, still able to move and see and hear, but there was a disconnect between those sensations and reality. Nothing felt real. You looked around again, desperate for answers.

There.

Perched on the edge of the bed was a boy. His crisp white shirt was a stark contrast to his dishevelled dark hair, doleful brown eyes and the deep eyebags beneath. He looked exhausted, like he'd barely slept or eaten. There was something in his hand, balanced carefully on the tips of his fingers: a necklace, with a little pink heart. A spark of recognition bloomed in the back of your mind. That was your necklace. It was important. He had no right to be holding it. You drifted forward. The boy looked so familiar. Oh. The icy feeling rippled through your chest again, and you remembered. He'd been there when that feeling had taken over your body until you couldn't feel anything else. Rage boiled in your veins, and a snarl crept onto your face. But then, as quickly as it started, the anger subsided. He'd not caused it. He'd held you so gently, cried as everything faded. You knew him. You opened your mouth, finally ready to speak.

Lockwood stared at the tiny gemstone in his hand, unsure whether he wanted anything to happen this time. He'd secretly slipped it from you before DEPRAC had arrived, and spent the past few weeks periodically taking it out of the little silver-glass box in his bedside table. Part of him desperately wanted you to come back, to let him see you once more, but the other part knew it would hurt so much. What if you didn't recognise him and turned violent like so many Visitors? What if you didn't because you didn't recognise anything, just hung there as a shadow of your former self? What if you did, and he had to live with putting you back in the case and removing you from his life all over again?

The decision was made for him when a soft golden glow appeared in the corner of his bedroom. There you were. Tears welled in his eyes as the image of you sent him spiralling back to that day: your edges were a little fuzzy but everything else was the same, from your outfit to the scared look in your eye to the dark patch spreading from your shoulder. You looked at him now and he was relieved to watch you processing your surroundings. The person he knew was still in there, you weren't just a hollow shell. Suddenly you snarled and he flinched, fingers twitching towards the silver-glass case.

You moved closer.

You stopped.

Your face fell.

He watched the glimmer of recognition in your eyes, and the tears he'd been holding back spilled out along with all the things he'd wanted to say for months.

“Oh my darling, I'm so sorry. I should never have let this happen, I should have been there for you, and-”

He paused. You were mouthing something. Over and over. Your death loop, he presumed. God, just putting death in the same sentence as you stung.

“I'd give anything to be able to hear you right now,” he said, voice wavering. You stopped, giving him a sad look. The realisation that at the very least you could understand him, even if you couldn't communicate fully, hit him like a ton of bricks.

“Lockwood!” a boy's voice called from outside. You both looked at the door and your anger flared again. The boy on the bed shook his head.

“He's a friend,” he told you reassuringly, before calling back, “One minute, George!” You waited in the corner, puzzled. The boy, Lockwood (you knew that name, didn't you?), gave you an apologetic look. “I'm sorry, y/n, I've got to go. I'll explain soon, I promise.” He dropped the necklace into its little case and clicked it shut, and you watched the world dissolve.

—

You still weren't sure how much time had passed when you found yourself back in that bedroom, but it didn't feel like very long. The last rays of the sunset poked through the gaps around the drawn curtains, the room lit instead by a lamp on the bedside table. The boy, Lockwood, was sitting on the bed again holding your necklace, but this time he looked at you almost immediately. His hair was a little neater, his eyebags more pronounced.

“Hi,” he said quietly. “Sorry if I disturbed you, I don't… really know how this works.”

You knew he couldn't hear you, but you gave your message again anyway.

“Maybe I should see if George knows how to lip-read,” he chuckled wryly. The sound reminded you of home, wherever that was. Things were still hazy, but part of you had a feeling this was it. Here, with this boy. “Which reminds me,” he continued, “I did promise to tell you about him.”

You settled into the space in the corner, allowing Lockwood's low, gentle voice to wash over you. It was incredibly calming. George was his new housemate, he told you, who'd been living here for about a month. It was all very confusing - it had felt like both minutes and years had passed since you were last here and the same before that, but he explained that the other boy had moved into the house in mid-September, and the last time you'd been here was a week ago in late October. Where was all the time going?

“I have no idea whether you experience time when your Source is contained, whether you're aware of what's going on in between or remember things from last time,” he admitted. Source. You knew about those. They were what you'd been looking for that night in that dark old house. A spirit had been tied to it, and you had to seal the Source to get rid of it. But you'd failed and it had found you, and now… your chest tightened at both the memory and the realisation. Nothing felt real because you weren't. You were just a Visitor. You continued to listen numbly as Lockwood kept talking. Not much wonder he'd recoiled when you first appeared, he'd seen what the touch of a ghost had done to you and without knowing you'd almost inflicted the same fate. You vowed in that moment that no matter what, you'd never let that happen.

The next few months saw Lockwood getting you out every chance he got. Bit by bit, he helped restore your memories and did his best to accommodate you even though the two of you couldn't properly communicate. He set up a little daily tear-off calendar on his dresser so you could keep track of how long it had been between visits, and stored his kit bag in the bottom of his wardrobe so you could move more freely around the room. Eventually, you'd come to remember him more. Not just the events from the night you died, but him. Your boyfriend, Anthony. You wanted nothing more than to be close to him, to be a comforting presence, but you knew you couldn't. Not only because you couldn't touch, but because deep down you knew that as much as you treasured being able to keep him in your life (or rather, afterlife), you had to let him go sooner or later and he needed to do the same with you. He'd been followed around by grief since long before you met him, and you hated that you were adding to it. You were just glad to see him slowly improving week by week - his face was a little brighter, and it seemed George was making sure he stayed fed. You'd have to thank the other boy if you ever got chance. Anthony said the two of you would have got along if you'd met in life, and even now George's obsession with the Problem would have made him your biggest fan, but their friendship was too new and besides he wasn't a Listener either so you'd not be able to tell him anything.

“I've got something to show you,” Anthony announced as you materialised one sunny day in late spring. He sat down with a large pink folder and patted the space next to him on the bed. You tilted your head in confusion.

“Come on,” he sighed fondly, “you never had any sense of personal space before, don't start now. Just no hugging.”

You glowed a little brighter and drifted over, your legs disappearing into the mattress until your torso was level with his. Being careful where he positioned his arms, he angled the folder towards you. It was a photo album, labelled in handwriting you recognised as your own. Page by page, he took you through your memories, giving you time to linger on each one: you as a baby, then a toothy toddler with your first pet; your family and childhood friends; Polaroids of your first team in training to become agents. His hands trembled a little as he reached the next section. On the left were four photos: the team you'd transferred to, the one he'd been training with; a slightly blurry action shot of the two of you sparring for the first time; a goofy photo he'd taken of you cartwheeling down a grassy hill after a case; your team all proudly holding their Grade Four licences. On the other side, surrounded by two styles of hand-drawn hearts, was the two of you hugging on the steps of 35 Portland Row, Anthony's lips pressed in a smile against the top of your head. You remembered that sensation well, a frequent occurrence right up until the moment you died. The rest of the album was full of photos of the two of you, ones taken by others and candids you'd snapped of each other. You felt a pang of regret that you'd never get to take any more.

Anthony turned another page. Hold on. You knew for certain there were no more photos. You looked sideways at your boyfriend, and he gave you a bashful smile. Pasted across a double spread was a copy of a certificate from DEPRAC, confirming A.J. Lockwood & Co Investigators as a registered agency. Inspector Barnes, who you vaguely recalled meeting once or twice, had signed as the licensing authority. Anthony and George had put their names down as the founding members. But then underneath that, in Anthony's familiar hand, he had added an extra section. Honorary Member: y/n y/l/n.

He looked at you so lovingly. “We did it, darling.”

You would have reached for his hand if you could.

—

Weeks began to pass before Lockwood got you to visit again. He'd have spent every day with you, but business was good and he owed it to you to make a proper go of it. In the meantime, George talked incessantly about Visitors which gave Lockwood a chance to think about you. Each time he finally got to see you again he'd apologise profusely, and you'd repeat your death loop back to him. He tried so hard to figure out what you were saying - his Sight was good, you were as clear as day and he knew your every quirk and mannerism, but he just couldn't put the movements of your lips to the right sounds.

Everything changed the day he met Lucy Carlyle. From the moment she set foot in his living room, he felt like he was supposed to have met her. The feeling only grew when he gave her the interview tests - plenty of people had passed through, some with better Talents than others, but none had come even close to the Listening abilities of the girl before him. When she spoke of the gentleness she found in his uncle's pen-knife, he knew he had to hire her.

Lucy managed to defy even his high expectations on the Annabel Ward case. He kept his focus on the young woman's spirit hovering at the end of the corridor, rapier levelled in case the details of her aggressive nature were true, but he couldn't help but think of the first day he brought you back and how quickly you'd retreated and shown a level of sentience he'd never expected from a Visitor. Was this poor woman the same? Lucy's eyes were closed, listening intently.

“She's in pain,” she said softly.

“Of course she is, she's dead.”

“No, something's different.”

He was intrigued instantly. “What's different?”

She shushed him. “I can almost…”

Annabel launched forward, sending Lucy crashing through the wooden railing in her attempt to dodge the grasping hand. Déjà vu overwhelmed Lockwood, your pained eyes flashing across his mind as he staggered backwards.

No.

He'd already lived through this once and regretted the outcome every day since. Now was his chance to redeem himself. He sprang towards the ghost, fending her off with his rapier, pulling Lucy from her desperate grip on the picture frame as soon as the coast was clear.

“Did it touch you?” he asked in a panic as she clung to him.

“Course not, I'd be dead.” Didn't he know it. The more she explained how she'd connected with the spirit, the more sure he became. Later, when they experimented with Annabel's necklace and he listened to Lucy describe the scene in such detail, he knew for certain.

“He loves me. You love me, don't you?” Her hand stroked delicately across his cheek, and he fought the urge to lean into the touch. For that brief moment, he could pretend it was you, still with him, saying those words. Perhaps with Lucy's help, it could be.

—

It had been a while. The trees outside Anthony's window were tinted a beautiful copper. You couldn't wait to hear his updates this time.

“There's a sadness, but so much love too. She feels very kind.” That wasn't Anthony's voice. Something was wrong. There was a girl sitting beside him on the bed, holding a little pink heart on a chain. Your necklace. You grew defensive, preparing to strike.

The boy looked up and saw you glaring. “It's okay, darling.” The girl followed his gaze. “Lucy, this is y/n, my late girlfriend. Y/n, this is our new associate, Lucy. She's a Listener.” Ah. Finally. You settled back down and took in the girl properly. She was pretty, with a warm brunette bob and a blue jumper which made her eyes pop. She smiled up at you, a genuine friendly smile.

“Nice to meet you,” she said sweetly. Anthony gave her an encouraging nod. You noticed that he seemed a little nervous, but there was also a calmness to him that had been missing for the past year. If that was Lucy's influence, then she was alright in your eyes.

Anthony spoke to you again. “She's brilliant, connected with a Visitor on our last case and I thought maybe she could finally help us figure out what you've been trying to say.” You nodded in agreement, and the girl closed her hand around the necklace.

You weren't sure whether you were in Lucy's head or whether she was in yours. The two of you blended into one as she ventured into your memories. Anthony's room melted away around you, sending you back to that cold dark room. You bristled.

“It's a bit different having her in the room with us,” Lucy murmured, eyes closed. “Let me know if either of you need me to stop.”

Anthony glanced at you, flickering slightly but still present and unagitated. “We're okay, go on.”

Meticulously, she described what you were both experiencing, or in your case reliving. It was hard knowing you were getting closer to the agony all over again, but it was important for your boyfriend to finally have a chance for answers and closure, so you kept the inevitable moving along.

“Anthony?” Lucy said softly, the same way you had. By the look on his face, it seemed he was realising now what you had at the time - that you'd tried to call him and hadn't been loud enough, that if only you'd tried again straight away, maybe you'd still be alive. “Anthony?” she called again. “Anthony!” You heard your own scream echo in your mind, felt the cold grasping your shoulder. The boy reached out and gripped Lucy's free hand, never taking his eyes off you. The gesture was supportive for her, but meant for you too. A tear rolled down his cheek. Lucy's breathing was shallow.

“It hurts,” she gasped, “and she's scared.”

“I should have been there quicker.” His voice was shaking with emotion, barely able to get the words out.

“No, there's no anger. She knew you were coming, and having you there through the end was a comfort.”

Anthony swallowed thickly. “Her death loop. Can you hear it?”

She opened her eyes and watched you as you spoke, the words spilling from her lips a second after.

“It's okay. It's not your fault.”

The boy broke down, his sobs rattling through the small room. Lucy held out her arms and he folded into them. She threw you an apologetic glance, and you said it again to her. “It's okay. It's not your fault.”

They were still hugging when, with his and your permission, Lucy gently slipped your necklace back into its case.

—

Now that the secret was out, you really did become an honorary member of the agency. Sure, you couldn't exactly contribute to the cases, but other than that the whole team treated you as one of their own. Anthony always waited for your opinion on big decisions, which you could make quite apparent with how happy or angry your energy was. George was absolutely fascinated by you, and took every opportunity to quiz the others on your awareness of various things and how you reacted to his experiments. Lucy often got you out on her own to have another girl to talk to. In return, of course, she'd fill you in on any gossip they came across or funny things that happened on cases that the boys were too embarrassed to tell you about. Through it all, you watched the three of them grow into a little family. Anthony and Lucy especially had clicked with each other; they reminded you of how you and he had been. That realisation filled you with a mixture of relief and melancholy. You loved Anthony so much, all you wanted was for him to be happy, but you'd be lying if you didn't wish it was you putting the light back in his eyes.

He sat you down shortly after New Year. His face was sombre but hopeful, and he fidgeted with his ring. Part of you could already tell what was coming.

“I don't really know how to say this,” he began hesitantly, “but after everything we've been through, you deserve to hear it.” You waited patiently for him to find the words he needed. Really, you had all the time in the world.

After a few moments, he spoke again. “I promised to always love you, and I will still keep that promise until the day I die…” But. There had to be a but. “...but I really care about Lucy too, and I just-” He didn't need to finish the sentence. And technically he was single. And he stood a chance of having a life with her. And she wasn't going to keep him tied to his past and his grief.

“It's okay.” Now he knew what your death loop was, he could tell what you'd said, and the way you'd limited it to just those words was a reminder of how remarkably well you understood everything that was happening. How you were as close to being a person as you could be, how it wasn't close enough.

“Promise?”

You touched the hollow of your neck, where the outline of a little sparkling heart sat against the darkness.

He nodded in understanding and reached for the silver-glass case. “Thank you, darling.”

“It's okay.”

It's not your fault.

[hometoursandotherstuff]

I was so excited to see this 1892 Victorian b/c of the round turret. But, I am in shock over what they did to the home. I never expected this. Located in Goshen, New York, it has 5bds, 4.5ba, and they want $995K. I wouldn't give them $9.95. Look at how they completely stripped it of all character.

There was no point in showing the center entrance hall, b/c it's been stripped of everything. Instead of 2 sitting rooms, there's a modern living room and a dining room across the hall.

This was sitting room #1.

And, here's the dining room, which was probably the reception room. Why did they leave the original exterior intact? What was the point? The should've put up vinyl siding.

The original dining room was turned into a dinette, I guess. The windows. Wonder if that rectangular one was stained glass.

I have never seen anything like this. Usually, they'll paint the original woodwork white, or leave a little something original. Every piece of millwork was removed.

The new guest powder room.

Oh, lord, whatever beautiful original railing there was has been replaced. They just gutted every single bit of Victoriana and left nothing. I wonder if they at least sold it to an architectural salvage company.

I'm certain that they removed the fireplaces from the bedrooms. They even modernized the windows in the bump-out. Crown moldings are gone, everything's gone.

Blech.

There were probably lovely doors to a terrace, but they've been replaced by modern glass doors.

The new, improved terrace. I'm picturing a quaint covered porch that might've been here.

Modern bath.

They left a fireplace in the primary bedroom, but it's modernized and has a deep window in what was once the chimney.

Could this be any more bland?

This must be their version of a modern clawfoot tub.

And, it's in the round turret that I was so excited about.

Note that instead of allowing us to see right to the top, they constructed a weird frame for an overhead fixture and blocked it with a disk. They say that it has a turret- this is no longer a turret. I pictured brick walls and an amazing cozy little room, but now it's an angular tub room thanks to wall board and wallpaper.

The bedrooms are a waste of time and so are the baths.

And, we are in the finished attic on the 3rd level.

There's nothing anyone can do to fix it. It's ruined. The corner lot is 0.4 acre.

[mjalti]

hi ana, what do you think are things in life we should aspire to? I've always been hyperambitious and I know I will be successful, career wise. but I don't know if I will ever be happy. It's really hard for me to connect with people in the way I crave, or "live in the moment". I just don't want to waste life, but I don't know what I can do in my personal life to make it more fulfulling and alive

I personally aspire to financial freedom and being financially literate to the point of creating my own wealth. The reason I do this is so I can have total freedom to pursue the passions I have without the crushing stress of having to make money from it. Money removes pretty much every single dynamic imbalance; employee/employer, dependent etc. I want to create “fuck you.” money so I can do the things and invent the things I want to without being trapped in archaic loops. I gather joy from the act of creation & the things I want to do with my time are community-based without needing government-backing so that means I’ll have to have alot of my own money to power it. I fundamentally believe that humans were put on earth to create. Us being severed from our trinkets, tinkering, and the power in evolving makes us empty. You can tinker in anything; psychology, machines, art, culinary arts, society, talent, weaving, renovating. Why do you think you feel better when you reorganize your room? When was the last time you reorganized your place? We were meant to use this earth as our playground, not as our prison.

Sometimes, I think the ultimate definition of success is how often you’re able to redefine your dreams after you’ve achieved them.

It’s easy to hit a target; it’s hard to make the game.

when it gets easy for you to make the game, then it’s time to teach the next person.

[thesimperiuscurse]

LET’S RENOVATE CHALLENGE: SUNSET VALLEY

My twist on the popular Sunset Valley remodels, in challenge form! I have always enjoyed the distinct architectural styles and thought behind the TS3 base game houses, but they definitely could be improved with a refresher for the modern times.

R U L E S

Pick a Sunset Valley house from this list. Renovate one interior or exterior space (or the entire house if you’re up for it!) sensitively with cc—while retaining as much as possible of the original charm, functional intentions, and architectural features. Post the before & afters, EA’s lot description, and your design notes! Tag some friends if you like ♡ Original post for reference.

C A P E  /  C O D

See the full reno: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4

I chose “Unabridged” to renovate, my favourite house in Sunset Valley (and Max’s house from Gen 2, for old legacy readers).

2br, 2ba / 455 Sunnyside Blvd. / 40x40 / A traditional cape style house is made modern by bridging a large custom pool. Easy living on this beach front property will make you feel like you are on vacation every day of the week.

My interpretation of the description (and floor plan) was a summer house meant for a young rich couple who love to entertain. I liked how the house was built like a classic grey-shingled Cape Cod cottage, but they did a pretty shit job at the “made modern” part, especially for the drab interior which had no relationship with the exterior. There was also a lot of wasted space due to the excessive wraparound pool and fenced decks. So, my main goals were to make the outdoor spaces practical for gatherings, align the interior with the Cape Cod style, and reconnect the home with the natural landscape.

C H A N G E  /  L O G

Extended foundations to match façade + straightened out kinky walls

Reconfigured layout to add laundry (replacing second bathroom)

Removed ugly metal railings and unfinished second “level”

Replaced steel windows with white casements

Redecorated with light neutral palette, natural timbers, accents of navy blue and brass (cape cod / mid-century farmhouse style)

Replaced front entrance bridge with landscaped timber boardwalk

Downsized asphalt carpark, changed to sand

Downsized pool, replaced with landscaping for privacy and garden space

Reshaped and layered decks to become proper garden living zones connected to the pool + beach, with timber decking, outdoor kitchen, al fresco dining, firepit, lawn, outdoor shower

Planted olive trees, almond trees, coastal grasses

T A G S

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Jean Milburn x !femreader

A/n : hi guys ! i'm back with an one-shot with our favourite sexologist the well-known Doctor Milburn (I can die for her to smile at me).

Warning : SMUT, flirt flirt flirt (i'm so weak for innocent flirt between two women), wlw <333

English isn't my first language, sorry babes :///

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You walked in circles in front of the old Moordale High School History class, weighing the pros and cons of this meeting with Doctor Milburn. You felt the need to talk to someone about a particular problem and the new teacher who was in charge of sex education at the school seemed like the perfect fit for you. Being a French teacher, you had already encountered her in the corridors and a few times in the teachers' room. You were about to turn back when the door opened, revealing Jean Milburn.

-Hello Miss L/N, I have seen you zoning out in front of my office for a good fifteen minutes, what can I do for you? she mocked lightly with her eternal smug smile.

-Bonjour Doctor Milburn, you replied confidently.

-Call me Jean, we are both adults.

“Call me Y/n, then,” you smiled as you entered the classroom.

You look around for a moment, taking in the mess of the classroom.

-Jean, wouldn't it be more pleasant to reassure the students in a clean and tidy room?

-You're not the type to mince your words, am I wrong?

-Non, it's a waste of time. And then, this place is awful, you have to say what it is,” you shrugged your shoulders, nonchalant.

-That's true, she laughed.

She turned to you, head tilted to the side, deep in thought. She suddenly smirked and sat down on the edge of her desk.

-What do you suggest in this case?

-Hmm, I was thinking that we could reorganize the classroom: remove excess furniture, clean the floor and place a rug on it, add some plants to make the room more cheerful and just put up models to be able to explain more easily … I think.

-It’s a great project, but what do you mean by “we”?

-I don't really know, it's just an idea, you stammer, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear, losing your confidence somewhat in front of the piercing gaze of the mature woman.

-It looks good to me, we'll just have to ask Mr. Groff for permission.

-"We" ?

-Of course, I'm not going to do this alone! she exclaimed laughing before leaving the room, heading towards the principal's office.

You followed her, laughing lightly, still finding her strange. After the short stormy meeting with the director, the two women returned to the room.

-I thought he was never going to say yes, you whispered, dropping into a chair, in front of Jean.

-My God, he explained to us fifty times that the school would not spend a penny on this project, she closed her eyes and leaned her head back. By the way, are you free this evening?

-Uh yes, why?

-To start working?

-Damn, I was hoping you'd buy me a drink. You tease with a smirk.

-Gently chérie, everything in its time. We're going to redo this…this class first.

-This evening, around what time?

-I would say around 7 p.m., so as not to finish too late.

-Parfait. I have paint cans from when I renovated my house. I'll bring them, this class needs a little updating. The color of the walls is really awful, you grimace.

-You're not wrong, she giggled. Orange really doesn't work.

-Well… See you later?

You stood up, grabbing your school things. She looked at you for a moment then smiled.

-I will come pick you up by car, can I have your address?

-Wait, I'll give you my number, it will be easier to communicate.

You moved closer to her and took her hand in yours. You felt her shiver at the contact. You grabbed a pen that was lying on the desk and wrote your phone number on it.

-That way, you won't lose it, you smiled widely as you left, not noticing the slight blush on her cheeks.

On the way back, you feel your cheeks heat up. This woman has an effect on you, it’s undeniable. You prioritized several times, insulting yourself, but your mind was elsewhere: what were you going to wear for tonight?

Entering your new house, you ran to take a shower. As you walked out, you saw a popper notification on your phone.

From Unknown: Hello again, it’s Jean

You: Hey, here's my address (attachment)

From Jean: Perfect, see you later!

You put your phone down, smiling stupidly. With the towel wrapped around your body, you went to your room and opened your closet wide. A pair of denim overalls catches your eye. You put on a t-shirt underneath, put on some old sneakers then prepared the paint.

The doorbell rang and you rushed to open the door. A goofy smile appeared on your lips as you ogled her up and down. Jean cleared her throat, smiling as well.

-I… um… I'm going to go get the paint, you stammered, disappearing then reappearing right after.

She didn't respond and took two buckets in her arms, brushing against your hands. Your heart skipped a beat. You realized that she had moved forward without you when you heard her voice in the distance.

-Are you planning to stay there all night? she laughed softly as she put the paint cans in her trunk.

You just sighed as you followed her into her car. The journey passed in light silence. You watched her discreetly, loving the way her jaw clenches when she drives. Wanting to change gears, she caressed your thigh. The first time, you thought it was a coincidence. But the action was repeated ten minutes later. Your brain tried to reason all of this: she just wasn't doing it on purpose. However, the third time, your heart raced, and you looked at her honestly. You then saw a small smile form on her lips. Damn it, you would have jumped on her right away if she wasn't driving, having your life in her hands at the same time. Luckily for you, the radio spat out the weather forecast for the next few days, and Jean increased the volume, which refocused you on the road.

When you arrived at school, you helped her unload the pots, taking care not to get them everywhere. Your arms felt relieved when you reached the classroom. After preparing the floor and furniture, you took out some paintbrushes. Jean grabbed one and began to paint. She had taken off her sweater, leaving her in a tank top. You were absorbed in her back for a moment.

-Hm hm.

-Yes ?

-I don’t think the wall will paint itself, Y/N.

Damn, your name sounded good in her mouth.

-Yes, excuse me. I was… focused.

She raised an eyebrow, then returned to her work. You finally got around to it, after turning on some music. Straight away, you started dancing lightly while humming. Too busy on your wall to notice it, you didn't see that Jean had stopped. She had been watching you for a few songs now when you caught her glance in your direction.

-I don't think the wall will paint itself, Jean.

-Yes, excuse me. I was concentrating… she smirked at you, biting her lower lip.

This woman was going to cause your death if she continued like this. You moved closer to her and put some paint on her cheek before quickly backing away from her. She stood there, stunned, her mouth open.

“It’s for making fun of me,” you replied, laughing.

-You don't know who you just attacked, my chérie.

-Look forward to seeing it then, you challenged her.

She rushed at you, but you didn't have time to dodge the attack. You had a big blue stain on your overalls.

-You're going to pay for it, Milburn.

Then followed a most intense paint battle for both parties. There was a hiccup in the music, which caused the fight to stop. During the latter, you had fallen, Jean having taken the advantage over you. But since she was distracted by the sudden stopping of the music, you took the opportunity to turn the situation around and put her beneath you. You grabbed her wrists and pulled them above her head so she couldn't attack you with her brush again. You tried to breathe properly and so did she. You stared into her blue eyes and lost yourself in. She didn't seem to want to move, not struggling against your hold. She dropped her brush and you did the same. Your gaze moved from her lips to her eyes. You looked back into Jean's eyes, suddenly dark, suddenly completely intense.

-I… can I?

-Yes…

You leaned forward, and that was all it took. Just the slightest tilt of her chin. Jean let her eyes close, letting herself sigh at the sensation. The feeling of her. You loosened your grip and placed a hand on the blonde's cheek. The latter intertwined her fingers and squeezed. Jean pulled away, and you couldn't help the half-moan that lodged in your throat.

-How do you feel ? she asked, smiling.

-Good… But I want more.

You slid your knee between her legs. Jean took a deep breath when it arrived between her thighs. She rubbed against it gently, instinctively.

-Y/N…

-Yes ?

You didn't have time to understand that she was turning the situation around again.

-…know that I am in control.

You simply nodded. The way she looked at you didn't make you want to challenge anything coming from this woman.

-Whatever you want, Jeannie…

She smirked at the nickname then kissed you passionately. You felt the last bits of control over the situation leave you when she stripped you of your overalls. Your t-shirt quickly joined it, leaving you in your underwear. She stood up and took off her tank top. You helped her with her pants. Right after that, she pushed you to the desk, where she laid you down.

-Jean, touch me.

Ever since you knew her, since the first time you saw her, you were attracted to her. And now that you finally had her, you didn't want to let her go. You want it. And she wants you too.

-Beg me.

But she wasn't going to let you win like that. And you silently thanked her for giving you a hard time. You stood up and pulled her towards you. Her pelvis collided with yours, drawing a sigh from you. You went to kiss her but instead, you bit her lip. She dug her nails into your thighs, then your back. Her hands caressed your body while you played with her neck. You placed a hickey there, then a second.

-It's for what happened in the car.

-I do not see what you're talking about.

You squeezed her ass as she responded. She yelped then kissed you. Her bra fell off. You slid your thumb over her exposed, sensitive nipples, making her moan. The desire in her body overpowered her common sense as she grabbed your face and crushed your lips together in an aggressive, needy kiss, when you pulled away for air she grabbed your jaw.

-Finished playing.

She unhooked your bra. She slid off your last piece of underwear, finding you naked in front of the woman of your desires.

-Open.

You did what she asked, thinking only out of desire. She moved forward and pressed her hand against your clit, rubbing in small circles, making you moan. She pulled you in for another kiss before getting down on her knees and licking your hot core, teasing you with her tongue. You placed the back of your hand on your mouth to reduce your moaning, which was of absolutely no use and which made Jean smile. She leaned up and kissed you tenderly, letting her fingers slide slowly, too slowly over your body.

-Jean…

-Beg me.

She didn't stop where you wanted her, and caressed your thighs. Your head was spinning with excitement. You want it. And she wants you too. You looked at her with your glassy eyes, hoping that she could see all your desire there.

-Use words, princess.

-For heaven’s sake, Jean, kiss me. Take me like there's no tomorrow. I want you in me. Fuck me until I can't walk anymore.

She didn't ask for more. Her left hand slowly moved down to your heart. Leaving small marks with her nails until she reached your inner thigh. A moan left your lips.

-So needy…

She smiled, slowly rubbing your folds at a torturous speed, making you moanier and wetter still. Without a warning, she pushed two fingers inside you, not taking her eyes off you. You moaned loudly, bucking your hips into her hand, needing so much more than she was giving.

-Fuck, Jean…

You pulled her lips to yours to let her know you wanted more, seeing as she was thrusting at a horribly slow pace.

-Faster…

You couldn't think anymore, except for the part where she was fucking you. Your hips moved to the rhythm that Jean imposed. Your legs started to shake, your breathing was incoherent, as were the words you were getting out. You had to hold yourself back to keep from falling as your orgasm took you. You took a few seconds to regain your senses. You looked at her for a moment then dropped to your knees in front of her. You slid her panties to the floor and your tongue explored her intimacy. She leaned against a bench, feeling faint.

-You, continue…

You dug your nails into her thighs, leaving marks, continuing to devour her. She squealed as you fingered her slowly, wanting to make her wait like she had done with you. Your slow, deep thrusts made her tremble slightly but not enough to get her where she wanted.

-F-Fuck… Faster…

You added a finger but kept the same rhythm. You placed a few kisses on her stomach.

-Oh my- Y/N, please!

You didn't need to be asked and offered her what she asked for. It came apart quickly. You stood up and took her in your arms, placing a kiss on her cheek.

-I'm not finished with you, beauty, she whispered in a smooth voice. But I think we'll be better off at home…

-No need to tell me twice…

[singsongraptor]

I am hurting so much today. I still have to walk to my kid's school to pick her up & walk back. I have a hard time walking slowly (my natural pace is pretty fast), & I can't help but think of how much better shit would be if I could use my wheelchair more.

I haven't even eaten today bcuz I needed to save energy to shower, and that meant not using energy on going up and down my steps. But also, I've had wicked shoulder and arm pain all weekend, so my wheelchair would be hard to use anyway. Can't win for losing.

What sucks is there's ways to mod my chair for more comfort & ease of use, but that's thousands I don't have or an exhausting fight with drs and insurance on top of waiting for things to be approved, processed & delivered. None of this addresses the fact I can't leave my home.

If I went to full-time wheelchair use, I'd be unable to leave or enter my home unassisted. There's stairs at both entrances, the back steps being steeper, longer & narrower than the front. I've already fallen down my front steps twice with my rollator. The wheelchair would be worse if I fell carting it up and down the steps. I'm lucky I can even do that.

I'm just tired. Tired of always being in pain and making all this mental calculus just to take a shower and eat twice a day. I can't even move, cuz where would I go? 90+% of housing is inaccessible in some way. I'm a renter bcuz racism and classism in housing and mortgages.

So, while technically & legally, I could get a ramp for where i live, practically speaking, it's a waste of money (bcuz we're likely not staying more than another year here) & we'd have to come out of pocket to install it and uninstall it bcuz adapting homes lowers property value.

And while our landlord is better than most, he's still a landlord and isn't going to pay to have the ramp removed to keep his property value. Just another reason renting is bullshit, bcuz we can't actually freely renovate our living spaces to be accessible despite legal rights.

Anyway, I'm done bitching for now. Help a dinosaur out, yeah?

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Dumpsters: Allies in Waste Management, How to Use Responsibly

Dumpsters have become a ubiquitous sight in our communities. These large bins play a vital role in managing waste generated by businesses, households, and construction projects. Let's explore the benefits dumpsters offer, their diverse business applications, and the environmental considerations to keep in mind.

Benefits of Dumpsters:

Convenience and Efficiency: Dumpsters provide a centralized location for waste disposal, eliminating the need for multiple trips to landfills and keeping project sites organized.

Cost-Effectiveness: For large projects, renting a dumpster can be more economical than making numerous trips to the landfill, especially when factoring in time and fuel costs.

Improved Safety: Dumpsters minimize the risk of injuries associated with overflowing trash cans or scattered debris.

Potential for Recycling: Many dumpster rental companies allow sorting of recyclable materials within the dumpster, diverting waste from landfills.

Businesses Utilizing Dumpster Rentals:

Construction Companies: Large-scale construction projects generate significant debris. Dumpsters services help manage this waste efficiently and safely.

Property Management: Apartment complexes and commercial properties benefit from regular waste disposal services offered by dumpster rental companies.

Landscaping Companies: Yard waste removal becomes easier with dumpsters, streamlining landscaping projects.

Retail and Restaurants: These businesses generate regular waste that needs proper disposal, and dumpsters provide a convenient solution.

Home Improvement Projects: Large renovations and cleanouts create substantial waste, and dumpster rentals offer a temporary waste disposal solution for homeowners.

Environmental Impact: A Balanced Perspective:

While dumpsters offer numerous benefits, their environmental impact requires consideration:

Increased Landfill Waste: Dumpsters may encourage larger volumes of waste disposal, potentially leading to more waste ending up in landfills.

Carbon Footprint: Manufacturing, transporting, and delivering dumpsters contribute to greenhouse gas emissions.

Potential for Leaking Pollutants: Improperly maintained dumpsters could leak hazardous materials like paint or chemicals, contaminating soil and groundwater.

Mitigating the Environmental Impact:

Responsible Waste Disposal: Choose dumpster rental companies that prioritize responsible waste management, including sorting recyclables and utilizing landfills that adhere to environmental regulations.

Declutter and Donate: Before discarding items, consider donating usable materials or repurposing them. This reduces the amount of waste going into dumpsters.

Minimize Overfilling: Be mindful of the dumpster size and avoid overfilling it to minimize the risk of spills and the need for additional waste disposal trips.

Conclusion:

Dumpsters are a valuable tool for waste management, but their impact on the environment requires conscious practices. By utilizing dumpsters responsibly, choosing eco-conscious companies, and prioritizing waste reduction, we can ensure they remain allies in waste management while minimizing their environmental footprint.

[eschatology-zihua]

Fireseed flower

Chapter.5 Fifth record

"After the first time my own ignition chamber spewed out sparks like a fire well, my ignition chamber would erupt every once in a while. Although it was beautiful and full of hope, it still caused me some trouble. Unlike before, I can now use my 'new' body normally. Although the dual perspectives are still not suitable, everything is moving in the right direction..."

When checking the CPU information storage, I found four records and feelings that were written when I first entered space and was tortured. This is a habit of mine. On the battlefield, we cannot confirm what kind of damage we will suffer, especially the damage to the head eagle, which may cause damage to the memory module. It is not that the module cannot be restored, but it will be a waste of time. As a leader, I must review the battlefield in the shortest possible time "I cannot waste time restoring amnesia caused by mistakes, and I will keep track of everything that happens now and synchronize it with my core memory."

I looked back and made a backup. I plan to find another time slot for analysis. I will put the records back in the encrypted culture and focus on reality. After a period of exploration, I will basically use this console, which is similar to what I used before, but different. I put my armor on the console, and the text used here is very strange, mixed with many languages. I can find Cybertron's text on it "The characters and the languages of most countries on Earth, as well as some that I cannot describe... they are numerous, complex, and very similar, which often makes me mistake them."

"However, it cannot be denied that the data, information, and knowledge here have indeed piqued my interest, and even made me a bit addicted. I really enjoy accepting more new knowledge, after all, learning is always an important thing. As I know more and more, I also gradually understand where I am and why."

"This is a connected space that has been squeezed by countless parallel worlds. Here, it is possible to connect and communicate with the desired world. However, due to the squeezing, this place is also unstable, and there may be situations where the world suddenly connects. The role I play here should be considered as responsible for searching and receiving... at least that's how I understand it."

"As I delved deeper, I realized that it wasn't just me who was here. While cracking the data, I also got some information, some mixed language... job assignments? I could only roughly infer what was written through a guessing process."

"There are a total of six long sentences, each containing at least 12 non repeating languages, and only the first sentence uses a few Cybertan languages. The rest are mostly languages from Earth and a small number of other civilizations, as well as a small number of languages that I am not familiar with. I can roughly guess that the first sentence is written about me, because the content written above is basically consistent with my current situation. It is not too troublesome to guess the remaining five sentences from the first sentence... right?"

"The following is what I understand"

:TFP [unknown content] renovation progress 39%

: [Unknown content] already acceptable and basic [Unknown content]

:Project A-level - Representative

: [Unknown content] (PS: I didn't figure out what was here, probably letters or similar) Progress 24% (PS: I can roughly guess it's a number in the 20s, but I can't be more precise)

: Force the activation of processed [unknown content] - dimensional [unknown content] to treat unimportant [unknown content]

:G1 (ps: I was surprised that the first half of this section was entirely in English) ;exists as a character: Optimus Prime Megatron

: Modification type: Optimus Prime removes movement ability, controls four mental connections, progress [unknown content] has healed Megatron's self destruction result and controlled its fire [unknown content]

Project B4 Level - [Unknown Content]

: 08 (PS: There is almost no unknown content in this sentence, but there are too many similar words, which makes the translation a bit convoluted)

Existing character: Optimus Prime Megatron

: Modification type: Optimus Prime limb dataization, changing fire seed to fire seed flower

:Megatron left arm, chest armor, fire chamber reshaping, connecting the world's compressed crystal pipeline, progress [unknown content]

(PS: Special Project:)

:Content 1: wg-e1 has been implanted into the brain module of Optimus Prime, and the data has been concretized with a deviation of 30%, which is within a controllable range

:Content 2: SN-I7 has been implanted into Megatron's brain module to assimilate its [unknown content]

:Project 2C-B3 Level - Classification

: [Unknown content] (PS: There is almost nothing I can understand about this sentence) [Unknown content]

Project: 6B-Ai1 Level - Adjustment

: S [Unknown Content] Renovation Progress [Unknown Content](PS: Corrected and strengthened its control)

: [Unknown Content] S-A4 Level - Dominate

"Besides me, there are also five world counterparts who have been brought in with Megatron and have all undergone varying degrees of 'modification'. I don't know if these things are good or bad, but I definitely need to obtain more information and..."

"I need to find a way to contact them"

Record date: unknown

Recorded by: TFP Optimus Prime

Additional content:

Content 1: As time goes on, this permission will become higher and higher. I now have regular permission 4-B and can now see some encrypted information

Content 2: After careful consideration, I have decided to add tfp in front of each name I fill out (ps: These three letters are probably the world name I belong to, and I will also add tfp in front of me when I see that information) to facilitate me in finding records

Content 3: This space should only prohibit me from sending messages to the outside, but I can still receive those messages... Should I also be able to contact them through an insider?

Content 4: Be careful in everything

-Recording completed-

-Encrypted-