#yeah i TRIED to trim it down but its still a lot

[noblehcart]

Do not read unless; you're a mega nerd interested in Bulgaria in the 14th century or @malka-lisitsa

Bulgaria under Ottoman rule (1396–1878)

The fall of the last tsardom; the Tsardom of Vidin marked the end of what’s historically known as the Second Bulgarian Empire. By this, the Ottomans had subjugated and occupied Bulgaria. Even though a Polish-Hungarian army commanded by Władysław III of Poland set out to free Bulgaria and the Balkans in 1444, they were defeated in the battle of Varna from the Ottomans.

The new authorities dismantled Bulgarian institutions and merged the separate Bulgarian Church into the Ecumenical Patriarchate in Constantinople (although a small, autocephalous Bulgarian archbishopric of Ohrid survived until January 1767). Turkish authorities destroyed most of the medieval Bulgarian fortresses to prevent rebellions. Large towns and the areas where Ottoman power predominated remained severely depopulated until the 19th century.

Even though conversion to Islam was not forced on the Bulgarian people, several cases of forced Islamization were recorded such as the Pomaks who got to keep their Bulgarian language, dress and some customs that were compatible with Islam.

In the thirteenth and fourteenth centuries Bulgaria became a thriving cultural centre. The flowering of the Turnovo school of art was related to the construction of palaces and churches, to literary activity in the royal court and the monasteries, and to the development of handicrafts.

In the fourteenth century many new monasteries were built under the patronage of Ivan Alexander on the northern slopes of Stara Planina, especially in a area near the capital Tarnovo which became known as "Sveta Gora" (Holy Forest)—a name also used to refer to Mount Athos. The numerous monasteries across the Empire were the very centre of the cultural, educational and spiritual life of the Bulgarian society. After the mid fourteenth centuries, many monasteries began to build fortifications under the thread of Turk invasions, such as the famous Tower of Rely in the Rila monastery.

In the 14th century, the Ottoman Turks were a rising power in the region. In 1393 they captured Turnovo. All Bulgarian resistance to the Turks ended in 1396. Bulgaria was under Turkish rule for nearly 500 years.

The Bulgarians had to pay taxes to the Turks. They also had to surrender their sons. At intervals, the Turks would take the cream of Bulgarian boys aged 7 to 14. They were taken from their families and brought up as Muslims. They were also trained to be soldiers called Janissaries.

The Bulgarian People Under the Rule of the Ottoman Empire (15th-18th C.)

The fall of the medieval Bulgarian states under the Ottoman rule interrupted the Bulgarian people’s natural development within the framework of the European civilization. To the Bulgarians that was not just a temporary loss of their state independence as it was in the case of other European peoples which had had this bitter experience at different stages of their history.

In the course of centuries the Bulgarians were forced to live under a state and political system that was substantially different from and distinctly alien to the European civilization which had evolved on the basis of Christianity and the Christian economic, social and cultural patterns.

The intrusive nature of Islamism and its intolerance to anything that was not part of it, resulted in the continued confrontation between the Ottoman empire and Christian Europe in the l5th-l8th centuries. That fact drew an iron curtain between the Bulgarian people on the one side, and Europe and the free Slav countries on the other.

In other words, Bulgaria was separated from the progressive trends of the Renaissance and the Enlightenment as well as from the nascent modern bourgeois world.

The Bulgarians were pushed into a direction of development which had nothing in common with their seven-century history until then, history deeply connected with the natural course of the European political, economic and cultural development.

The Turkish conquerors ruthlessly destroyed all Bulgarian state and religious structures. The natural political leaders of the people in the Middle Ages, i.e. the boyars and the higher clergy, vanished from sight. That deprived the Bulgarians of both the possibility for self-organization and any chance of having foreign political allies for centuries on end.

The place allotted to the Bulgarian people in the Ottoman feudal political system entitled it to no legal, religious, national, even biological rights as Bulgarian Christians. They had all been reduced to the category of the so called rayah (meaning ‘a flock’, attributed to the non-Muslim subjects of the empire).

The peasants who represented the better half of the Bulgarian population were dispossessed of their land.

According to the Ottoman feudal system which remained effective until 1834, all of it belonged to the central power in the person of the Turkish sultan.

The Bulgarians were allowed to cultivate only some plots. Groups of rural Christian families, varying in number, were put under an obligation to give part of their income to representatives of the Muslim military, administrative and religious upper crust, as well as to fulfil various state duties.

The number of the families liable to that payment was determined according to their position in the Ottoman state, military and religious hierarchy. The establishment of that kind of intercourse in agriculture – the fundamental pillar of the economy at that time, clearly led to the total loss of motivation for any real farming or and production improvements both among the peasants and the feof-holders.

The complex and incredibly burdensome tax system forced the farmers to produce as much as needed for their families’ subsistence, while the feudals preferred to earn a lot more from looting and from the incessantly successful wars waged by the Ottoman empire in all directions until the end of the 17th century.

The Ottoman Turkish state was founded on and propped up by the dogmas of the Koran. At the beginning of the 15th century when the empire prostrated from India to Gibraltar and from the mouth of the Volga to Vienna, it proclaimed itself the supreme leader of Islam – Prophet Mohammed’s standard and sword, and a leader of the Koran-prescribed perpetual jihad (holy war) against the world of Christianity.

It went without saying that under this conception the Bulgarian Christians could not hope for any. access to even the lowest levels of statecraft. The enormous imperial bureaucratic machinery recruited its staff only from among Muslims.

The Bulgarian people was subjected to national and religious discrimination unheard of in the annals of all European history. During court proceedings, for example, a single Muslim’s testimony was more than enough to confute the evidence of dozens of Christian witnesses. The Bulgarians were not entitled to building churches, setting up their offices or even to wearing bright colors.

Of the numerous taxes (about 80 in number) the so called ‘fresh blood tax’ (a levy of Christian youths) was particularly heavy and humiliating. At regular intervals, the authorities had the healthiest male- children taken away from their parents, sent to the capital, converted into Islam and then trained in combat skills.

Raised and trained in the spirit of Islamic fanaticism, the young men were conscripted in the so called janissary corps, the imperial army of utmost belligerence known to have caused so much trouble and suffering to both the Bulgarians and Christian Europe.

The Turkish authorities exerted unabating pressure on parts of the Bulgarian people to make them convert their faith and become Muslims. That policy was meant to limit the Bulgarian ethnos parameters and to increase the Turkish population numbers. For, according to the medieval standards in that part of Europe, the affiliation of a given people was determined by the religion it followed. With a view to facilitating the assimilation process, the Turkish authorities took the Christian names of those who had converted into Islam and gave them Arab names instead.

A variety of ways and means was used in the assimilation of the Bulgarian people. Some of these were the aforementioned ‘blood tax, and the regular kidnaping of children, pretty women, girls and young men to Turkish families.

Quite frequently, whole areas were encircled by troops and their inhabitants forced to adopt Islam and new Arab names, while the objectors were ‘edifyingly’ slain. In those cases, however, the ‘new Muslims’ were allowed to go on living in the compact Bulgarian environment, i.e. as a community which retained both its language and its Bulgarian national consciousness.

The present-day Bulgarian Muslims representing about five percent of modern Bulgaria’s population, are descendants of those Mohammedanized Bulgarians, whom the Bulgarian Christians used to call pomaks (from the Bulgarian root-words macha or maka, meaning harassed or caused to suffer). And yet the thousands of Bulgarians whom Bulgaria lost once and for all were those who had been subjected to individual conversion to Islam. For, it is only natural that having fallen into a community of strangers, speaking a different language and practicing different customs and faith, they had easily and quickly been assimilated.

The genocide carried out by the Ottoman Turks during hostilities in the Bulgarian lands, at the time of uprising or riot suppression, during the frequent spells of feudal anarchy, or even of Ottoman troops move-ups from garrison stations to the battle-field, had struck heavy blows on the Bulgarian nation. The Bulgarian Christian population was treated as infidel and hostile and it was outlawed even at the time of peace. Individual and mass emigration of Bulgarians to foreign lands was another cause for no lesser losses to the Bulgarian nation. There were times when whole regions became depopulated. 

During the l5th-l7th centuries the Bulgarian nation had suffered a gradual but grave biological collapse which predetermined, to a large extent, its demographic, economic, political and cultural place in the European civilization. According to some Bulgarian historians’ estimations, the beginning of the Turkish oppression in the 15th century found Bulgaria with a population of about 1.3 million. Those were the then demographic parameters of any of the large European nations, for example, the population in the present-day territories of England, France or Germany.

One hundred years later, the Bulgarians were already down to 260 000 people and remained as many in the course of two more centuries. The demographic growth was suppressed through genocide, Mohammedanization and emigration. The biological collapse of the l5th-l7th centuries had repercussions which are still being keenly felt. The Bulgarian nation, nowadays, amounts to some ten million people while its European equals in number, back in the 15th century, are now sixty to eighty million-strong.

The unbearable conditions during the Ottoman yoke could not deaden the Bulgarians’ anxiety for resistance. Deprived of social and political organizations of their own, they were unable to undertake any sizeable liberation initiatives. Thus, during the first centuries of the oppression, armed resistance was only of local and sporadic nature. The so-called haidouk movement was its most frequent manifestation. The haidouks were brave Bulgarians who took refuge in the high-mountain woods, organizing there small armed detachments and bringing them down for merciless struggle against the provincial administrators.

This guerrila-type struggle continued for centuries on end (one group destroyed was instantaneously replaced by another) and succeeded in sustaining the morale of the Bulgarians by preserving, to some extent, their properties and their honor. In some places, it even had the authorities maintain more humane relationships with the Bulgarian Christians. The haidouk movement indirectly encouraged and safeguarded other forms of resistance such as maintaining the style of life, the language, the traditions and the religion, or incompliance with forced obligations and refusal to pay heavy unjustifed tax.

Liberation uprisings were the supreme form of struggle against the oppressors. The first one broke out still in 1408. Significant uprisings, proclaiming the independence of Bulgaria, took place in 1598, 1686, 1688 and 1689. They were connected with the anti- Ottoman wars waged by the West European Catholic states with which some Bulgarian representatives, mainly merchants and both Orthodox and Catholic clergymen, had established joint venture contacts.

All insurrections were quelled and accompanied with inhuman atrocities.

The Bulgarian people were living through one of the most difficult periods in its centuries long existence.

It had been deprived of its state, its church, its intelligently and its legitimate rights. Furthermore, its survival as an ethnos had also been put at stake. Linder the heel of that powerful, ruthless and uncivilized Asiatic despotism, it lasted out but remained without any substantial material and spiritual resources needed for its further development. Thus, the Bulgarians, along with all the other European peoples which had been engulfed by the Ottoman empire, were to lag some centuries behind the attainments of present-day Europe.

The Ottoman Empire was founded in the early fourteenth century by Osman I, a prince of Asia Minor who began pushing the eastern border of the Byzantine Empire westward toward Constantinople. Present-day European Turkey and the Balkans, among the first territories conquered, were used as bases for expansion far to the West during the fifteenth and sixteenth centuries.

The capture of Constantinople in 1453 completed Ottoman subjugation of major Bulgarian political and cultural institutions.

Nevertheless, certain Bulgarian groups prospered in the highly ordered Ottoman system, and Bulgarian national traditions continued in rural areas. When the decline of the Ottoman Empire began about 1600, the order of local institutions gave way to arbitrary repression, which eventually generated armed opposition. Western ideas that penetrated Bulgaria during the 1700s stimulated a renewed concept of Bulgarian nationalism that eventually combined with decay in the empire to loosen Ottoman control in the nineteenth century.

Introduction of the Ottoman System

Ottoman forces captured the commercial center of Sofia in 1385. Serbia, then the strongest Christian power in the Balkans, was decisively defeated by the Ottomans at the Battle of Kosovo Polje in 1389, leaving Bulgaria divided and exposed. Within ten years, the last independent Bulgarian outpost was captured. Bulgarian resistance continued until 1453, when the capture of Constantinople gave the Ottomans a base from which to crush local uprisings. In consolidating its Balkan territories, the new Ottoman political order eliminated the entire Bulgarian state apparatus. The Ottomans also crushed the nobility as a landholding class and potential center of resistance.

The new rulers reorganized the Bulgarian church, which had existed as a separate patriarchate since 1235, making it a diocese under complete control of the Byzantine Patriarchate at Constantinople. The sultan, in turn, totally controlled the patriarchate.

The Ottomans ruled with a centralized system much different from the scattered local power centers of the Second Bulgarian Empire. The single goal of Ottoman policy in Bulgarian territory was to make all local resources available to extend the empire westward toward Vienna and across northern Africa. Landed estates were given in fiefdom to knights bound to serve the sultan. Peasants paid multiple taxes to both their masters and the government.

Territorial control also meant cultural and religious assimilation of the populace into the empire. Ottoman authorities forcibly converted the most promising Christian youths to Islam and trained them for government service. Called pomaks, such converts often received special privileges and rose to high administrative and military positions.

The Ottoman system also recognized the value of Bulgarian artisans, who were organized and given limited autonomy as a separate class. Some prosperous Bulgarian peasants and merchants became intermediaries between local Turkish authorities and the peasants.

In this capacity, these chorbadzhi (squires) were able to moderate Ottoman policy. On the negative side, the Ottoman assimilation policy also included resettlement of Balkan Slavs in Asia Minor and immigration of Turkish peasants to farm Bulgarian land. Slavs also were the victims of mass enslavement and forcible mass conversion to Islam in certain areas.

Traditional Bulgarian culture survived only in the smaller villages during the centuries of Ottoman rule. Because the administrative apparatus of the Ottoman Empire included officials of many nationalities, commerce in the polyglot empire introduced Jews, Armenians, Dalmatians, and Greeks into the chief population centers. Bulgarians in such centers were forcibly resettled as part of a policy to scatter the potentially troublesome educated classes.

The villages, however, were often ignored by the centralized Ottoman authorities, whose control over the Turkish landholders often exerted a modifying influence that worked to the advantage of the indigenous population. Village church life also felt relatively little impact from the centralized authority of the Greek Orthodox Church. Therefore, between the fourteenth and seventeenth centuries, the villages became isolated repositories of Bulgarian folk culture, religion, social institutions, and language.

[shybluebirdninja]

Beard Wars

Summary: Logan’s been growing out his beard, and you’re starting to suspect it might be a little too attached to his face. Now it’s become a silent standoff between you, his beard, and the world’s dullest scissors.

Pairing            : Logan Howlett x Wife!Reader

Genre              : Fluff

You’d seen Logan do a lot of wild stuff in your time together. The man fought in wars, took bullets like mosquito bites, and still had the nerve to complain about your cooking. But nothing—nothing—had prepared you for the unholy battle brewing in your bathroom.

It had been growing… and growing. Logan’s beard, that is. The thing had practically taken on a life of its own. And sure, when it first started, it was rugged. Hot, even. You loved the whole “wild lumberjack with claws” look. But after a couple months, the beard went from sexy to Sasquatch. Now it was long enough to braid… if you dared.

You stood there, glaring at Logan as he sat on the couch, legs kicked up, flipping through channels like he didn’t have a forest attached to his chin. You crossed your arms. “Logan.”

“Hmm?”

“We gotta talk about it.”

He didn’t even look at you. “Talk about what?”

“The beard.”

He glanced up over the remote, raising one bushy eyebrow. “What about it?”

“Babe.” You gestured to his face. “It’s gotten out of control. It’s like… you’re turning into Chewbacca.”

Logan shrugged, clearly not giving a single shit. “What? It’s fine.”

“Fine? Logan, it’s a beard. Not a security blanket.” You shook your head. “I swear, it’s like you’re afraid of trimming it.”

He smirked, clearly enjoying himself. “Afraid? Nah. Just like the way it looks.”

You sighed, rubbing your temples. “Babe, it’s started curling up at the ends. It looks like a goddamn villain’s mustache from a silent film. I’m half-expecting you to tie me to train tracks next.”

Logan huffed and stretched his legs. “What do you want me to do? Cut it?”

“Yes! Just… trim it. Before it starts forming opinions and voting in elections.”

“Good one,” he muttered, still flipping through the channels. “But nah. I like it.”

You knew this was going to be harder than you thought. This wasn’t a normal beard. This was Logan’s pride. His stupid, stubborn pride wrapped around his jaw like a fuzzy security blanket. You didn’t have claws or mutant powers, but damn it, you had scissors. And a dream.

Later that evening, you were standing in front of the bathroom mirror, practicing your technique. You held up the scissors and snipped the air a few times. Yeah, you had this. Stealth, precision, quick reflexes—you’d get him in his sleep.

You glanced down at the pair of dull scissors in your hand, suddenly wondering if maybe this wasn’t the smartest plan. Those things couldn’t cut through paper, let alone Logan’s adamantium-grade beard.

“Whatcha doin’ in there?” Logan’s voice echoed from the living room, suspicious.

“Uh, nothing!” You quickly shoved the scissors into the drawer and tried to look innocent. “Just, uh, brushing my teeth.”

“Mmhmm.” He didn’t believe you for a second.

That night, you waited. Logan fell asleep on the couch, a beer bottle balanced on his chest. You crept up, scissors in hand, moving like a ninja. The beard was right there—so close. One good snip, and you could at least tame that beast.

But the moment the scissors touched one hair, Logan’s hand shot out, catching your wrist. His eyes opened lazily. “What the hell do you think you’re doin’, darlin’?”

You froze, caught red-handed. “Um… grooming?”

Logan sat up, still holding your wrist with that annoyingly strong grip. “We talkin’ dog grooming or attempted murder?”

You sighed, defeated. “Logan, c’mon. It’s gotta go.”

He grinned, clearly enjoying the hell out of this. “You really think you can take this thing down with those weak-ass scissors? Good luck, babe.”

You pouted, yanking your wrist free. “You can’t live like this forever. You look like a damn mountain man.”

“That’s the point.”

“What, you gonna move to the woods and start living off the land?”

Logan chuckled, getting up from the couch. “Might not be such a bad idea. Get away from all this.” He waved a hand around like civilization was an inconvenience he had to endure.

“Okay, Thoreau,” you muttered, “but can we at least compromise? A little trim? Just a bit so you don’t look like a cryptid?”

Logan thought about it for a second, rubbing his chin. “Alright. You get one inch. One. Any more, and you’re losin’ a hand.”

You blinked. “That’s not exactly what I meant by compromise, but I’ll take it.”

The next morning, Logan sat in the kitchen, grudgingly handing you a pair of sharper scissors. “Make it quick.”

You grinned like you’d won the lottery. “I promise it’ll be painless.”

“You better hope so.”

You gingerly reached for the beard, Logan’s eyes watching you like a hawk. The tension was thick—one wrong move, and you knew it’d be war.

Snip. You took off just enough to make a difference, but not enough to piss him off. He grunted but didn’t complain. Snip, snip. A couple more careful cuts, and you stepped back, admiring your handiwork.

Logan rubbed his chin, inspecting it in the mirror. “Not bad.”

“See? Didn’t kill you.”

“Yet.”

You laughed, putting the scissors down. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

Logan stood up, stretching. “Maybe. But at least now I won’t get mistaken for Bigfoot at the grocery store.”

You smirked. “Who knew the Wolverine could be such a drama queen about a beard?”

He growled, but this time, you could see the smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Don’t push it, babe. Next time you come near me with those scissors, you might lose an eye.”

“Noted.” You gave him a playful wink. “But seriously, thanks for not letting it grow legs and walk off on its own.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he muttered, grabbing his jacket. “Now let’s get outta here before you try to cut somethin’ else.”

As he headed for the door, you couldn’t resist one last comment. “Don’t worry, the hair on your head is next.”

Logan shot you a look over his shoulder. “Don’t. Even. Think about it.”

[awriternamedart]

a collection of my middle aged man yaoi sampard headcanons -

Sampo has poliosis, a condition that can cause premature greying in areas on the scalp.

Gepard has lots of facial and body hair but it grows slowly because of their cold enviroment. His beard is a stopwatch for how long hes been on the frontlines that time around as he only gets to shave when hes at his home/stationed in the city.

Sampo has a few beauty marks n moles ! mostly on his back and shoulders.

Gepard has freckles! All the Landaus do!

Once Gepard scared the ever living shit out of Sampo because the Landaus have reflective eyes. So Sampo just saw two blue dots in his bedroom once and nearly fell out the window he climbed in through.

Gepard has piercings! Two simple lobe piercings, he only wears them when hes on break. (so like, never.) Serval pierced them for him when they were teenagers so its a little botched but he does his best to take care of them because their a fond memory of his sister. (He also owns a pair of studs for each of his sisters - a snowflake set for Lynx, and a music note set for Serval. Otherwise, simple black studs.)

Sampo has sideburns!! He tends to keep them trimmed well , since his appearence is a huge part of the show. Hes incredibly meticulous down to the last detail in order to sell it, and can spend up to two hours every morning making sure hes ready for the stage .

Gepard is an amputee. I need to update my arm lore doc but basic gist - his gauntlet is a prosthetic used to trap Fragmentum in his arm nub and uses that Fragmentum as a powersource for the Geomarrow to bounce off of and create the ice and mist he uses in battle. He still deals with phantom pain but most of the time it is soothed with his prosthetic - though it can still flare up horribly when overused.

Sampos really weak to being kissed on the nape of his neck, right where his hair is. Hes not quite sure why.

Gepards easy to blush but inCREDIBLY hard to fluster. Hes so used to keeping himself in check and in control that to catch him in any form of stupor is rare.

Related - Gepard struggles immensely when hes out of control of a situation and someone he is unfamiliar with or doesnt trust holds power over it. Hes so used to being in charge and being looked to and only having those he trusts as peers or over him in the power system that being thrown into that situation crawls under his skin in a /neg way. Physical vulnerabilty is also not easy and very stressful.

Quite the opposite for Sampo - emotional vulnerabilty ties this guy in KNOTS. Hes pretty open to touch (once your on his trust list and ONLY if your on the trust list) but youll have to drag him kicking and screaming if you want a glimpse at his actual thoughts.

also Sampo has a wheezy hyena laugh.

Gepard only has only one or two potted plants he tried to use as motivation to go home more often- it was a suggestion from Pela. But uh, yeah it didnt work. Hes a great cook though!

On the other hand- do not let Sampo within 5 meters of a kitchen. For your sake and his. (hes not that bad and can make enough to get by- but it really .. does not taste great ...)

Sampos not entirely sure how old he is, but Natasha figured he was somewhere in his late twenties early thirties when he arrived on Jarilo and hes kinda been rolling with that ever since.

Gepard overheats really easily when he gets off planet eventually. Like it is bad how easily he gets heatstroke.

Sampo uses his blades to pick at his teeth sometimes. Both Natasha and Gepard hate this .

Gepard has a nasty resting bitch face. Hes learned to be able to nullify it a little bit but when hes tired it drops back to usual and makes it look likes constantly about to murder someone.

On the plus side, this control over his expression means he plays a nasty game of poker! (or whatever the Jarilo 6 counterpart of poker is)

Sampo has on more then one occassion forgot that he has the ability to neutralize most of Belobogs cold and has wandered outside without his jacket. Many people looked at him like he was insane.

Gepard always cuts the sleeve right above his gauntlet implant and sews a new hem to keep it from getting caught in machinery.

Hook called Sampo Gramps once. He never recovered.

Gepards hair is slowly turning brown instead of greying! Sampo is infact, salty about this.

Gepard has three majorly noticable scars. He has frostburn on his flesh hand that wind up his arm, he has Fragmentum cracks that wind up his opposite shoulder (amputated arm)(inactive so it looks like scar tissue or a lightning scar rather then black or gold) , and an impact scar/explosion scar across his lower back. Other minor scars are shrapnel cuts and his knuckles being scarred from being a fistfighter. Also his nose is slightly crooked.

Sampo has done a damn good job at making sure he looks the part of the shifty businessman but he has a few marks of his own. Being an Emanator means he heals quickly- and can mask any scars and injuries he gets with relative ease - but he prefers to not rely on this aspect. His biggest scar is an ugly blade cut into his right shoulderblade, and its only so prominant because it struggled to heal properly.

Sampo is shorter the Natasha! Natasha is just tall !! She is shorter then Gepard who is the tallest among the Belobog cast but shes second.

In order of tallest to shortest of Belobog adults its - Gepard, Natasha, Sampo, Serval, Luka, Bronya, Seele. Sorry Seele.

The Landau eye color and color crest is so recognizable in Belobog that that shade of blue is called Landau Blue.

When Sampo has a difficult time sleeping, he wordlessly buries his face into Gepards neck, who simply begins to hum if hes also awake.

Gepard is a light sleeper- he wakes up very easily. Sampo is not. Gepard has had to fight an extremely sleepy Sampo to get up in the morning more times then he can count.

Gepard actually does have a good singing voice, its just that he has poor discipline and tries to match Servals octave. Which is. Way to high. He also has good rhythm!

This does not mean he is a good dancer.

He can get through on dancing, it being part of his upbringing and studies growing up, but he can only do what steps he knows. Any improv and he falters.

Sampo has in fact trust falled on Gepard multiple times. Once at Bronya and Seeles wedding. He basically forced Gepard to dip him.

Gepard is actually incredibly sassy. Its just that hes awful at inflection and everything comes across as matter-of-fact or dry as fuck. That, and he only dares to sass Serval most of the time- theres not many other people hes comfortable enough with to let loose that much.

When it comes to fishing out back alley deals, few are more knowledgable than Sampo. Even before the Trailblazers, Sampo and Gepard had an under the table deal where if Gepard was unable to crack a case alone, he could get information off Sampo in exchange for supplies and shield. He was not happy about this deal but he deemed it a necessity- for the sake of Belobogs safety.

Sampo would and still does anonymously tip the Guards off on major crimes that could severely impact Belobogs already fragile economy. Hes no saint , but he has his personal morals and he sticks to them.

Gepard had many sharp teef , lil fangies even ! but theyve been worn down over time.

Sampo also has lil sharp teef ! his are more snake fang like tho, thinner.

[faeriekit]

Health and Hybrids (XVI)👽👻💚

[I can't remember the original prompt posters  for the life of me but here's a mashup between a cryptid!Danny, presumed-alien!Danny, dp x dc, and the prompt made the one body horror meat grinder fic.]

PART ONE is here PART TWOis here PART THREE is here PART FOUR is here and PART FIVE is here PART SIX is here and PART SEVEN is here PART EIGHT is here PART NINE is here PART TEN is here PART ELEVEN is here PART TWELVE is here PART THIRTEEN is here PART FOURTEEN is here PART FIFTEEN is here and this is sixteen *SixTeen theme plays*

💚 Ao3 Is here for all parts

Where we last left off... Martian Manhunter finds out that,yeah, dude, when your brain is missing chunks, you can't write or access data without the hardware to store it. My dude remembers nothing.

Trigger warnings for this story:  body horror | gore | post-dissection fic | dehumanization (probably) |  my nonexistent attempts at following DC canon. On with the show.

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Days pass. Nights pass.

(He thinks.)

He gets a new room. This one has a window. He can’t stare at it all the time, but when he does, he can feel himself growing stronger. Steadier. The change in his body is borderline tangible.

If only it was physical. He’s still too weak to lift anything but his arms, and not even all the way. Moving his head is tiring. Lifting his head is impossible.

But he tries.

A lot.

The doctors and the lady have to make upset noises with him when he does, but he wants to be able to see everything they’re doing to him. So far it’s a lot of tubes and needles, but what if they become scalpels and clamps?

…Danny tries to assure himself that they probably won’t be.

But they might. Things could change.

And that eats at him constantly.

Someone puts a big circle on the wall in his room. It’s large. It’s a little fuzzy at its distance on the far wall, but it’s got little arms on it, and little dots in equal degrees around the circumference. It takes him almost two napping periods to realize that it’s a clock.  

Danny squints. He can...almost read analog. (Probably.) It sure doesn’t help that he has no idea when night is and when day is, though. He sleeps at one hour and wakes up at another, and the room will look entirely the same. Was it a few hours’ sleep, or a day’s? Was it longer? The world spins outside his window, big and blue, and he spins against it in a station on a lonely moon. There’s no way to tell.

Someone eventually notices that he’s bored, though, because he gets a television and a remote.

It’s a super thin television. At first, Danny spends time wondering why they put a screen with no system in his room, and then hour later the lady starts pressing buttons on the remote, and the screen lights up with a news program.

…The TV is too far away to see all that clearly. He can see some of it when he squints, but then all the colors turn lime green.

The banner on the bottom of the screen scrolls with headlines, and cool, it looks like they invented new letters while Danny was asleep. Fantastic. His head hurts from trying to squint to read, but it kind of looks like a kindergartener scribbled all over an otherwise serious news report.

Great. Now he’s getting a headache.

But the noise is…nice. It’s distracting. The news anchors chatter seriously as Danny gets yet another IV swapped out in his arm, and the heavily geared-up doctors have started telling Danny things he doesn’t like to listen to too much because if it is threats, great, he should ignore that; if it’s not threats, then, well, Danny’s bored of it all anyway.

“—Wel?”

Danny blinks. Well. That sounds like ‘Well’.

He shifts just enough to make eye contact. A doctor looks down at him from their place at his bedside. Their scrubs are kind of blue-green, with little flowers on the trim.

They have human eyes. The sight of soft, brown eyes probably ought to be reassuring, but they just make Danny more nervous.

“Eow eart wel?” They ask again, soft and slow. That middle bit sounds kind of like ‘art’. Ha. Old timey Shakespeare. ‘Art well,’ like ‘you art well—‘

Wait. Danny takes a deep breath. Blinks. His chest arcs up, just a little—just enough for the doctor to realize that Danny’s more than just looking, he’s paying attention. Are they asking him if he’s well?

Danny reflexively opens his mouth and flexes his throat, tries to answer—

Nope. Ow. The noise he makes sounds like the garbage disposal is backed up with angry blob ghosts. It hurts just to make. But the sound makes the doctor look at him; they see him.

“Inne cwic tima!” Danny hears, and then they’re jogging out of the room, and Danny is left alone. His throat hurts.

His head thumps back onto his pillow. The news program plays on. There’s a damaged city he’s never seen before on the news.

…And then the doctor comes back. Danny’s head is swimming, so he almost doesn’t notice their return, but they’re holding something, and that something has a sippy straw.

Danny is perfectly happy with a sippy straw.

The straw is put into his mouth. Danny goes sippy sippy.

…The water sloshes a little weirdly through his throat. Some of his tubes might not be where they ought to be, which is weird. Isn’t he supposed to be human right now? Or. Uh. Kind of human? Human equivalent? …Close enough…?

Danny drinks. When the pain in his throat goes to normal pain levels instead of new and angry pain levels, he lets go of the straw, and the doctor lets him.

Their fingers carefully brush Danny’s hair. Not very hard. A little too slowly. Just at the hairline. But it reminds Danny so much of sitting at home with Dad on the couch, home from school with a fever as Muppets tapes play in the background, that tears leak out of his busted eyes. The tears are probably just as green.

“Eow eart wel?” the doctor asks again. So gently. So careful.

“I’m tired,” Danny rasps.

The effort of speaking crashes into him in seconds. If things are happening around him, he doesn’t understand any of it. Nothing reaches him. He’s so tired.

He’s out before he knows it.

[deuxcherise]

Collar Crimes: All Bark, No Bite (1/2)

C/w: Unhealthy behavior (?) | Yandere | Female OC | Gender Neutral Reader | Reader is a bit of a… gold digger here (pun intended lol) | Comfort (?) | Fluff (?) | Slight Angst (near the end)| Swearing | Includes a cute pic of a Golden Retriever x German Shepherd mix dog for reference

A/n: So a long time ago, before reader met Eris, reader met a certain dog~ Hint, hint: she was mentioned in the last chapter (can I call it a chapter? It was in part 2). It’s not the bartender, by the way. So this is going to be a two parter because it got too long. Huh… Is it just me or are these getting longer and longer? Even the animal is getting bigger lol. Enjoy~

Masterlist | Part 2, Part 3 (1/2) (you’re here!), Part 3 (2/2)

[Seven years ago…]

“Hiiiii~ Welcome to Petal Blush Cafe, dear guest. We’re so happy-happy to see you~”

“Oh, what do we have here? I heard a lot of great things about you. Come give Papa a big ol’ smile, why don’t cha?”

You keep your ever present resting blank face on, place your index fingers together in front of your mouth and drag them apart in an upward curve. You throw in a tilt of your head, as a bonus.

The customer throws his head back in ecstasy. “AHHH! So it’s true what they say. I feel so refreshed! Papa’s got an appetite for some sandwiches… unless you’re on the menu today?”

“Oh my~ You flatter me~ But unfortunately, nooooo, sir~” you say with a high-pitched cutesy voice that heavily contrasts your stiff-robot face, fanning yourself for show.

You’ve always hated these kinds of customers– actually, you really hated this job in general. Not only were you forced to wear a ridiculously, scandalously short pink waitress dress uniform regardless of your gender, but you had to listen to yourself speak with an ear-gratingly high-pitched tone, because that’s what sells the performance here.

Have you tried to leave? Well, you’ve thought about it, but no. Where else would they pay you enough to make rent? Besides, with who runs this cafe and who owns the area, do you think you’d be able to leave scot-free? No.

You sigh internally. Ah… if only someone with a lot of money could just… sweep me off my feet. Someone kind… Someone considerate… Someone polite…

Pff. Yeah, right. Like that’s ever going to happen.

You take his usual order on your paper notepad. As you leave, you feel something heavy slap against your behind, the action sending a jolt through the rest of your body. You glance behind you and see the customer don a sleazy smirk, which further adds to your disgust and increasing resentment for this place. You pick up the pace to hand over the order to the chef. You slam the paper down onto the counter with a little more force than expected, warranting Remy’s attention.

“Which table?” he nonchalantly asks, cracking a couple of eggs onto the pan.

Somehow, despite wearing the same outfit as you, he maintains an extremely powerful look with his exposed bulging muscles and trimmed beard held by his hairnet. You envy the man.

“Table 13,” you grumble.

“Special sauce?”

“Special sauce.”

“Got it.”

The bell rings and in comes a trio of brothers in fancy suits, three of your most loyal customers, along with an unfamiliar face. Upon their request, the hostess leads them to a table in your section. You grab four menus before walking over and greeting them as usual.

“Hiiiii~ Welcome back to Petal Blush Cafe, dear guests,” you greet, face still with its blank expression. “We’re so happy-happy to see you~” you say, with your iconic blank face.

The three men roar with delight. The lady with them, wearing the same kind of suit, simply pinches and pulls at her sleeve as she keeps her face downcast. One of the brothers turns to the lady with them while pointing at you. “Hey, Sis. Whatcha think of (Y/n), huh? That straight face and cute voice. Combo’s real nice, ain’t it?”

“O-oh… um…” The woman makes eye contact with you for a split second before she looks away, a blush appearing on her face. She nods animatedly, releasing another roar from the men, much to your confused amusement.

“Oh right! (Y/n). You already know the three of us: Dante, Vergil and Nero. This,” Dante says, placing an arm around the lady’s shoulders, “is our baby sister, Lyn. She may look shy right now, but put a weapon in her hand and…” He whistles before chuckling.

“Ah. Happy-happy to have you, Lyn~” you say, cutely wiggling your fingers.

“... T-thank you… (Y/n).”

“Good girl,” one of the brothers sitting across pats her on the head. She reminds you of a golden retriever, with her blond hair and gentle, round eyes.

“Yay~ Now, what will it be today~?” you ask, clicking your pen.

They order some sandwiches and some drinks. You place the order in exchange for picking up the order for that sleazy customer who calls himself Papa. You and Remy exchange knowing looks before you deliver the food.

“Oooh. This looks delicious. Thank you very much, sweetheart.”

You nod and start walking away, before your arm is grabbed by a meaty hand. You turn your head around to see the man grinning at you maliciously. 

“Now, wait a gosh darn second. I heard that this establishment offers a… special service. Now… you aren’t holding off on me, are ya?”

You rip your arm out of his grasp, used to being grabbed by unscrupulous individuals like this man. You answer, “Oh~ The special service~ Sorry, hon~ That’s a privilege only reserved for customers who have dined here more than ten times~ Since you’ve come here once, that means you’ll have to come back nine more times.”

The special service in question refers to asking any server to sing the cafe’s jingle and perform a cutesy dance for the customer asking. Everyone who works here must learn this song and dance before they can be placed on the floor, adding their own twist to it, of course, thus providing a unique experience.

The man slams a fist on the table and stands up, his face red with anger. “WHAT? I CANCELLED A VERY IMPORTANT MEETING FOR THIS. NOW IF YOU DON’T GIVE ME THE SPECIAL SERVICE, I AM GOING TO–”

Click!

Both your heads turn to the side to discover Lyn pointing a loaded revolver with one hand just a feet away, aimed directly for the man’s skull. Her eyes are sharp and narrowed, unlike the gentle, round ones you were introduced to earlier.

She raises her eyebrows. “Is there a problem here, sir?” she asks, voice firm and steady.

“D-do… do you know who you’re pointing that gun at, lady?” the man stutters, sweating beading up on his forehead.

Lyn shrugs. “Does it matter?”

“O-of course it does! Shoot me and you’ll have the West Razors going after you and your entire family.”

She raises an eyebrow. “... Never heard of them before.”

“What? Who are you then, huh, bitch? Some don’s lady?”

She scoffs to the side. Her pupils contract, brown glinting with a shade of gold, as she cocks her head with a smirk. “Lyn Aurem-Diavolus. Of the May Devils.”

The man gasps and immediately lowers his knees, Lyn’s gun following. The man clasps his hands together in a prayer as he begs for his life. “I didn’t know! I didn’t know! P-please forgive me! I didn’t know this server was your lover!”

…Who? Is what now?

Lyn’s eyes soften back to their round shape, her face darkening to a red hue as she stutters, “L-l-lover?”

“That’s right!” Dante pipes up with a smirk, coming behind Lyn, followed by the other two brothers. “Mess with (Y/n) again, and we’ll send you straight down to hell, capisce?” He gives the man a thumbs down with a frown. “Now scram.”

The man quickly gets on this feet and skedaddles out of here, without leaving a tip no less. You click your tongue in annoyance, but you understand. You would be an idiot if you stuck around a pissed off May Devil.

Ah. But what if he spreads the word that I’m Lyn’s lover? … Ah, what the heck. The less perverts there are, the better.

Lyn replaces the safety lock before she puts it back into a hidden holster. She bashfully asks you, “Are you okay… (Y/n)?”

You nod and give a thumbs up. “Yeah. Thank you, Lyn~”

“N-no, well, I mean, yes, that too. But what I meant was–”

“Ooh, free sandwiches,” says Dante, eyeing the plate the guy left behind. “Don’t mind if I do~”

You throw a hand out. “No, wait!”

-----🔔-----

Ever since the brothers introduced you to Lyn, she has been visiting the cafe every day you’re scheduled to work for months now. Sometimes she comes with the brothers, sometimes by herself if they’re too busy dealing with… probably, mafia stuff. Not any of your business.

“Hiiiii~ Welcome to Petal Blush Cafe, dear guest. We’re so happy-happy to see you~”

“H-hi… (Y/n).”

At this point, there is no need to provide her with a menu anymore. She always orders a peanut butter milkshake and a plate of chocolate cake. Somehow, aside from the extreme sweet tooth she possesses, you always feel weird about giving her the chocolate cake. She’s definitely human, but… she really does remind you of a very shy golden retriever… with perhaps a German shepherd side to her. Or maybe like Maremmano-Abruzzese sheepdog, considering she’s Italian.

“Okay~ Here is your milkshake and your cake. Will there be anything else you’d like today, Lyn-Lyn~?”

You expect her to say no as per usual, but this time it seems she has something on her mind, based on the way her face has turns red and her eyes look like they’re panicking.

“O-oh! U-um… (Y/n)?”

“Yes, Lyn-Lyn?”

“Do you… what time do you get off work? D-do you have time after work?”

That catches you off guard. “Why~?”

“UH… UM… I… I-I have something… to tell you! Come meet me behind the cafe.”

“Oh… kay,” you answer. “Okay~”

-----🔔-----

[After work…]

“Alright. Good job, everyone! Have a safe trip going home!”

“Yeah!” “Thank you! “Yes!” “Uh-huh.” “See ya!”

The day has ended and all of the customers have left. Your boss leaves first, but you and your coworkers stick around in the locker room and begin making conversation as you change out of your work clothes.

“Oooh, you gonna go meet Lover Girl in the back, (Y/n)?”

You roll your eyes at a coworker’s words. “Ha ha. Real funny.”

“What does she wanna talk about anyway?”

You shrug, closing your locker. “Beats me.”

“Ooh, do you think she’s going to confess?”

You scoff. “No. Where’d you get that idea from?”

Your coworkers exchange looks before bursting into laughter.

Ever since that day when the don of the West Sharpies or whatever assumed you were Lyn’s lover, your coworkers have never let you live it down, especially with Lyn’s daily visits. She is… kind, considerate, polite, and you have to admit, she was pretty hot when she defended you back then.

However! You do not have such a relationship with her, nor any kind of feelings like that. You’re sure of it.

You’re the last one to leave, the only one to leave through the back door to meet with Lyn. You find her leaning against the wall, dressed in her suit as always.

The moment she spots you, she stands up straight and blushes again. She has never seen you in civilian clothes before, but you look so… beautiful. More so, without the cute yet obnoxious pink outfit.

“Sorry, did I keep you waiting?” you ask in your regular voice, out of character. Your face remains blank though.

“O-oh, not at all, not at all. Um, here.”

She manifests a flower bouquet from behind her back. You take the bouquet, entranced by the largeness of it and how beautiful the colorful flowers look under the alleyway’s only streetlight. When your eyes finally break away from the flowers, you find Lyn kneeling down on one knee and looking up at you with a very serious expression.

“Lyn?”

”(Y/n). Over these past few months,” she starts off, “I have been trying to figure out my feelings for you. I’ve thought about it over and over, tried to rationalize it as… as just infatuation, but… I know what’s in my heart. And I’ve finally come to a conclusion. Ever since I first met you, you have… captured my heart. I am in love with you, (Y/n).”

…..

You stare at her with wide eyes. “Huh?”

She clears her throat and starts glancing between you and the surroundings, embarrassed. “I-I know you may not feel the same. My brothers… and everyone else have told me already. And it’s not like I’ve really done anything so far to win your affection…” She mumbles something in between before continuing. “B-but if you give me the chance, I can show you what I’m capable of. As your potential girlfriend.”

“Oh… wow…”

She holds out a hand to you. “So will you… go out with me?”

“I…”

Do you want to try going out on a date with one of the May Devils? And the youngest one too? You don’t have any prior romantic feelings for the girl, which makes you feel bad. What if you never develop any feelings for her? What if she stops showing up to the cafe? What if you accidentally do something that triggers the entire famiglia to go after you?

In the midst of your thoughts, something dark emerges from deep inside you. A devil. It sits on your shoulder and whispers into your ear, “What if this is your chance to get out of here? She has money. You need money. It’s a match made in… well, ya know?”

…..

Your blank face breaks into a smile, an expression Lyn hasn’t seen before but is entranced by, as you place your hand onto hers.

“I would love to.”

-----🔔-----

[A month later…]

You hadn't expected to enjoy going out on dates with her, but you were sure glad that you said yes.

“(Y/n)! Look what I got for you!” Lyn excitedly says, holding a neatly wrapped box for you over your shoulder.

“Another one?” you chuckle, accepting the gift as she hugs you from behind and nuzzles the back of your neck. “Designer clothes. Designer bags. Luxuries cars. Lyn-Lyn, you're spoiling me too much. You're going to go bankrupt!”

She shakes her head, her hair tickles the back of your neck. “Mm mm mm mm. You're not being spoiled, you're being pampered! By me. Your loving, romantic girlfriend. Who regards you dearly very, very much! Forget about the money. Just let me enjoy spending it on you.”

You giggle and place a hand on her cheek, turning your head so you can share a kiss with her. Of course, Lyn starts planting lots of kisses on your face afterwards, like the lovely puppy she is.

You both fall into bed, full of laughter and joy until you both settle down to cuddle with each other. With your fingers interlocked with hers, Lyn gazes into yours with so much adoration, it makes you shy. You turn away and hide your face against the pillow.

“(Y/n), look at me,” she whispers.

You refuse, for a moment, but you make eye contact. You both gaze into each other's eyes, lovingly, until Lyn breaks the silence.

“I love you, (Y/n).

It makes you freeze, hearing those three words fall from her mouth for the first time in this relationship.

What shocks you more is that… well…

The thing is… normally… 

You're… supposed to say it back, right?

You open your mouth but not a single noise leaves it. You avert your eyes in shame, biting your lip.

Why can't I say it? you think. After all she's done for me so far?

…..

“I-It's okay, (Y/n),” Lyn suddenly says, making you look at her. Her eyes and voice are filled with sadness. “I… I know… that it takes time for a person to develop feelings for someone. I mean, it took time for me to realize my feelings too, and… I did ask you out knowing that you might not… reciprocate my feelings. At least, not yet. That's why people date, right? To get to know each other and hopefully fall in love. S-so… I'll wait for you. Besides, we’ve only dated for a month, right? I’ll do my best to make you fall in love with me. Okay? Prepare yourself~”

You nod, happy that Lyn still wants to be with you even if you can't say those three words back to her yet.

-----🔔-----

[Some time later…]

“Who are you talking to?”

You look up from your phone. “Oh! One of my old coworkers. He was just asking how I'm doing now since I've left the cafe. Thanks to you,” you answer, with a playful smile.

Lyn’s face doesn't share your expression. “Oh. Okay.”

You pout, wondering what's going on with Lyn lately. She'd catch you on the phone, ask you who you're talking to, and then ignore you until she finds something else to ask. It’s unnerving…

You crawl towards her on the bed and ask, “Lyn, I know you're upset. Do you want to talk about it?”

Lyn looks at you, looks away, and then looks back at you again before she leans forward and catches your lips with a kiss. She pushes you down onto the bed before releasing you from her lips and just looks at you.

Her eyes move from your eyes to your lips to your exposed collarbone before going back up to your eyes. She sighs before laying her entire weight on you, her head nestled in the crook of your neck.

“Lyn?”

“I love you, (Y/n)... Do you love me?”

“I…” Your voice catches in your throat for nth time.

You feel her breath as she sighs. “I know.”

Tears start to fill up your eyes out of frustration. “I'm sorry…”

She pops back on her elbows, worried. “Oh no, it's okay. Shh shh. It's okay. (Y/n). My (Y/n). I'm sorry,” she coos, caressing your cheek and wiping your tears.

For some reason, no matter what she does, nothing could spark you to say those three damned words. It isn't your fault but…

It’s starting to drive her insane.

[cartooncartoonpanic]

#004 On the brink

(CW: Medical trauma, mentions of child test subjects and amputations)

You ask Blossom if she's still a superhero, and this, at least, she seems excited to talk about.

"Well...crime's kind of slowed down in the past few years. Obviously we haven't been fighting you. Mojo got taken to a facility outside of the city I think. Him got kind of bored since we aren't as scared anymore-"

"Yeah, too bored to be a parent" You interrupt, understandably bitter that the man who brought you back to life never checked up on you in the past few years.

"I'm sorry-"

"Don't... You don't have to apologize for what HE did. Keep going. "

"Well...I think Sedusa got a modelling contract or something? Someone in the Gangreen gang joined a popular band I think and they all went for a tour, Fuzzy invested in some ear plugs and doesn't really care about what goes on in Townsville, and the Ameboa boys...well they're still at it I guess. So yeah...we don't really go out as a team anymore like that" That last part did sound a bit sad.

"That's really all the big criminals in Townsville?" You could have sworn there was another one who he had met before

"Oh right, Princess...that's an entire situation" She whispered and tried to hint with her eyes at someone else in the room.

"She's not a criminal anymore but...she's still sort of our enemy. Or at least making Bubbles' life harder..." Sure enough a girl in a suit with gold trim and a crown hair clip was looking at both of you. Was that Princess? Did she know you were talking about her?

"Do you do any fighting?" You change the subject back, agreeing that it's probably for the best not to get into any drama.

"To be honest...I'm kind of a soloist these days. I don't know if thats the term...but Bubbles has her veterenarian internship and Buttercup has a pretty intense training schedule so usually I'm the one who takes on any new villains who pop up. Aside from this mech robot guy though, most of them don't come back. The process is a bit different though. Since its just me most of the time, I wear a costume and use a cool nickname. It's a secret though" She seemed to be having a lot of fun.

You wonder briefly, if you were a hero with a secret identity, and did all of the things that the girls did, would people praise you? Give you the benefit of the doubt? Stop treating you like a dangerous criminal? Was it possible for you, of all people, to be good? But you don't vocalize these thoughts. Especially not to her. And definitely not now of all times.

You ask Blossom if she knows anybody else here, aside from the obvious she and her siblings, you and your siblings, and princess.

"Hmmm...I think so. Some of them I only know from tv but if you mean personally...The guy with the striped shirt is one of Buttercups workout partners...I remember his name also starts with a B but I don't know what it is. And then that guy with the white hair is Edd.

Apparently his two best friends are named that too. I know, confusing... They seem exhausting to be around when they're all together but Edd's pretty nice when it's just us. We were in chess club together. The girl with the ballet shoes the really tall blonde one, her name is Deedee, and she was a big fan of my sisters and I when she was younger so we got asked to come to her birthday party as special guests and our parents got along enough that we went over to their house pretty often. And then there's her brother~" She dreamily sighed before covering her mouth, embarassed.

So she had a crush. For some reason the thought bothered you a lot. Maybe it was because you wished she spoke about you that way. Maybe it's because the fact that she's able to be comfortable enough with someone to fall in love is more proof that she got to live a happy normal life, while you didn't. Is there anything that's fair?

"I wonder why all of these people are here though. Do you know any of them?"

You look around. Aside from the obvious of the powerpuff girls, your own brothers, and princess, nobody seems like someone you've seen before. Except...there's a guy with black hair in what seems to be goggles and a cape. Even among villains people would think this guy is trying to hard and this is coming from the kid of a monkey who wore a turban. You could have sworn you recognized that face. you don't remember where you saw him, but just looking at him makes you tense.

Wait. He recognizes you too.

And he's coming towards you.

A flood of memories come back to you and leave you paralyzed at the same time. The sterile white walls. The injections. The blood samples. The sedatives.

The invasive examinations. The terrifying people in lab coats. The repeated talk about how this is all you would be good for.

The amputation.

YOU'RE CERTAIN THIS IS THE MAN WHO RUINED YOUR LIFE

Your panic becomes rage as everything around you tunes out. There is no hotel dining room. There are no other people. It's you and the evil scientist. He's speaking but you can barely hear him over everything racing through your head. Even now he doesn't have a sense of boundaries. He seems to be trying to pull your jacket off of your body, saying something about not believing they went through with it. At first you dont know what he's doing until he grabs your arm. Or rather...your metal prosthetic arm.

[kozykricket]

Lets talk mob votes

Now, there are a lot of things in minecraft that I hear people complain about, and I think theres some fair critiques of the game to be made! There's even fair critique to be made about the mob votes, too! But... I'm here to give a clearer perspective on what mob votes really are, as most people seem to misunderstand their context and the actual premise of them... which is somewhat mojangs fault, I'll admit. I stand by critique being welcome as long as you are making informed critique. I'd argue being informed is more important than being constructive / offering alternatives! So lets get to the informing. You might be thinking that its obvious what the mob votes are. Mojang takes like, 3 cool mob concepts that they have, and make us pick only one. They make us vote, and only add the winner. That's a surface level understanding. The simplest part to debunk is a notion that I see often: that Mojang has these mobs entirely designed and planned out. I said concepts but most people don't seem to understand that these are just concepts, they aren't fully fleshed out. They want to know which ones the players like, so that they aren't spending time developing a mob that people don't care much for. They prefer to add what will make people happy! But... what about cases like the allay? It was designed far more deeply than the other mobs in the vote, which I will say was quite unfair. Well, okay, lets just... pretend they did a vote between 3 well-designed mobs. "Why not just add all 3?" people might say. They still... I... I don't think people understand that Mojang operates on a schedule, and tries to balance what they work on - minecraft is a game with a lot of different elements, and none should take the center stage above any other one. It isn't just their job to add mobs. If it was their job to add mobs and they only added like, 1 or 2 mobs a year, then yeah, it'd be really stupid. Though, I suppose my real point is that... if a mob works out good enough to be in their plans, it won't be in a vote. They won't just have a vote where they'll add all 3 because all 3 aren't necessary and they aren't reasonable. Lets take 1.20 for example. They spent time adding new mechanics for detecting where you click on a block for chiseled bookshelves, they gave both the camel and the sniffer fancy animations using the new keyframe system, and armor trims have a very fancy customizable system that makes adding more very easy! They changed up some things in the lighting engine, they're always doing under the hood changes. It's never a choice of "do performance fixes" or "add new content" because they... do both all the time! It's just that it usually yields a net zero. But that's a tangent Point is, yes they can indeed add all 3, but that would take away from the time they have to spend on the update. Mojang is a company that generally tries to avoid crunch, and has summer holidays. I am a supporter of healthy development environments, so I don't mind this. It means that things may take longer, but like. Do we really need all the mobs? Again, if they consider the mob important enough, it won't be in a vote. The vote is just like (Well, d'ya ever take time to think about what its like being at mojang? I bet ideas like the glare or copper golem are thrown around all the time, ideas echoing through the hallways... we only get to see just a few of them. So y'know, you can take that logic and say. well. they probably have WAAAY more than just 3 mobs that a few devs want to add, but they can't feasibly add all those mobs. So they of course just pick a few. 3 or 4. They develop those mobs in a basic level beyond initial concepts, and let the players pick between their little fun ideas. I'd bet that their best ideas are probably not put up into votes. They probably keep those ones locked down and prepare them for further design.) I bet they just... well. continue'd in self-reblog. Char limit-

[groupiewhoreee]

Hey! Do you think you could write either some nsfw headcanon for gene or a nsfw alphabet? Maybe something with a height difference? He’s 6’2 (6’8 in the platforms) and ya girl is 4’9 😂 anyways thanks babs luv ya! 😗✨❤️

omg hii again! yess, i'd love to, i love gene hes so cool 😭 i'll include the height diff into the nsfw alphabet. holy shit never actually realized that uh okay damn. i'm like 5'..1? idk something i don't remember !! luv ya too! 💕🤧

NSFW ALPHABET

(GENE SIMMONS!)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

I don't think he's much or too much of an romantic type, but he tries his best. He always is trying to get you things you'd like, and stuff like that. During aftercare, he'll kiss your forehead, and help clean you up. Bring you to bed(if you didn't do it on the bed), sleep with you, and in the morning he'll stay with you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

I think Gene likes the way he towers over you in the boots and just the way he is. When he looks down at you, and you have to look up at him. How you sometimes have to get a step-stool like thing to get there and kiss him. He still has to bend over a little. Or he'll say he likes ur lips, because of the way they taste and how you kiss him. He likes his hands though, because he is able to play guitar and trail his hands up and down ur body.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Gene likes to let his load out upon anywhere on you, but not all the time. He'll cum on ur ass or stomach, but if that isn't what u want, it'll be in ur mouth. He'll force you to swallow it.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Personally, Gene has nothing to keep from you. He is an open book, and is totally willing to talk to you about anything. He loves you, and doesn't want you to think he's hiding anything, but he'll like to share you with Paul.. I KNOW, but he isn't gonna keep it from you..

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Guys. Rockstar, Groupie? Make sense? Of course he has experience on him, he's very experienced, and he obviously knows what he's doing. He has pounded many groupies beforehand, it probably explains why he isn't as romantic after sex because he's used to groupies.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He is an open book, so any position is good with him, but he prefers doggy style as much as anything. Although he does like reverse cowgirl or any way you two land up. But if u'd like to try a new position thats fine with him.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He's a goofy one during sex, giggling and laughing when you fall off the bed or make a weird noise, but gets very serious during sex, the eye contact is amazing, but he can't help but smile at you because ur smiling at him. He says ur smile is very beautiful.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Same color as the hair on his head, and of course you can see it. He doesn't have to be asked to trim it nor groom, because he'll do it anyway for you. He doesn't like them either dude. He has a lotta hair on him, when he gets sweaty its worse. You don't even ask him to shave anywhere and he does.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Like I said, Gene isn't very great with romantic shit, it just isn't him as much. He does try a lot for you if thats what you want, like candles, romantic music, and rose petals but not all the time. He tries his best to be somewhat intimate with you. Although he isn't like Tommy Lee. He isn't a hopeless romantic like him, although he can be if you want him too, he wants to try his best with you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn't actually do it much. Sometimes, yeah when he's on tour, but usually phone sex happens. He wants to at-least hear your pretty little cries, but at times he just doesn't masturbate at all. He doesn't really touch his weenie much, it rarely happens unless he's really in the mood. Otherwise he doesn't do it.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Not much of a kink man, although dude is into ball gags and shit, bdsm maybe. When he roughs you up, he calls you slut, whore, all that stuff, but sometimes its just hair pulling or teasing you heavily.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He likes the bed because pillows, and its comfortable for him, because the feels. But he's willing to do it over tables, counters, in public. He tried doing it in a public bathroom or in one of those family restrooms and under a restaurant table. He doesn't mind public sex. Doesn't like the way people can see, but whatever is good w him, ig.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Seeing you in black lingerie. Totally gets him going. He'll pop one and thats the go too, you know it turns him on so thats why you wear it so much.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He wouldn't ever try and hurt you as much, spanking a few times is okay, but nothing to over the top. And definitely nothing with bodily fluids. (You know the ones), and nothing with Feet. Absolutely not. He'll call it off and probably just not have sex with you or leave you if thats what your really into because that's disgusting for him.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

As much as he adores receiving, he doesn't mind about giving. He loves to please you, especially if he's between your legs, kissing all around and then finally placing his hot mouth and sucking the living shit out of you and teasing you with his tongue just to see you beg and hear you whine and whimper for him. He loves blowies, so definitely give those to him first beforehand.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Eh, Gene is slow at first, but he gets fast longer it goes. He'll get sloppy too, but if you want fast and rough then there. He wants sex to be as sensual as it can be.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He's a busy rockstar so, quickies bound to happen at times. Its often, although he prefers actual sex and having his time with you, quickies is usually what you two have to do, because he doesn't get much time with you, sorry.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Hes down, but not too down. You have to explain to him what the risk is your going to take and then see if he'll agree to it.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can last a few rounds until he finally says he's too tired and he starts getting sloppy. He can last for a few minutes during sex until he actually lets his load out, but he can last about an hour pounding into you until its the next round for you two.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Y'know, I don't think he uses them on himself. He'll use them on you though, sure he owns them but they're mostly yours. He's willing to lend you cash for them, but its rare he does so, because you usually buy it yourself.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves to tease you, but he loves when you tease him. He'll groan and want you to just blow him already. He loves teasing you though, hearing ur cries, and being touch starved.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He isn't that loud. He grunts, lets out small groans and husky moans, sometimes squeaky moans, but usually he doesn't make much noise.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Sharing you with Paul, thats it. Maybe Ace? He doesn't know.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

I got no idea. Probably a.. 7.8, 8.2 inch? Idk he has a lotta hair down there like Slash. Its like a jungle dude. Could get a leopard in there man.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

On tour, its very high. And if he's without you on tour, its even higher. Its high when he comes back and he will want to have sex with you at home afterwards or even before if he is with you. He can't help it.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Not as quick, although he'll fall asleep afterwards.

[acaplaya-musings]

Voiceplay Visuals: My Mother Told Me

This video was released on the 24th of April, 2021, and currently sits at a very-impressive 6.7 million views! It features Jose Rosario Jr (in his first collabration with Voiceplay (on a full-length video at least)), who for a few years performed with Rockapella! (Rockapella is an acapella group who have been around for over 35 years, they were part of the OG Where In The World Is Carmen Sandiego show, and they were a bit of an inspiration to Voiceplay (originally 4:2:Five) in their early days).

I wasn't actually sure whether or not this video would give me a lot of moments to point out/talk about (it's been a while since the last time I watched it), but it's obviously a big production (epic, even), and I will undoubtedly be talking about its "sister video", Valhalla Calling, when I eventually get around to it, so long story short, I'm doing this. Let's go!

Each vocalist got filmed separately for this one, each with their own backdrop (and then were all spliced together for "group shots" in the video), so each member gets their own picture when I'm talking about them in this post!

Jose is wearing some textured blanket-looking thing, plus a plain brown shirt/tunic, and he's got a pair of blueish lines on his face that almost look a little bit like scars. He's standing in front of a sort of desert plains landscape, maybe with some large red mountains/rock formations?

Oh yeah and also it's a little hard to see, but just at the neckline of Jose's shirt, underneath his beard, there's a cool viking(?) symbol on his neck that also shows up in Valhalla Calling (and on the merch for that video too)!

Eli appears to have a bit of dirt and grime on his skin (which would be intentional of course), as well as some cool-looking tattoos (even on his head!) (fake ones for the video of course), and some very heavy eye makeup. He's standing in front of some grass, rocky cliffs (possibly with water down below?), and sea mist

(Also Eli is credited with "virtual production" on this one, so I guess all these greenscreen backgrounds were his doing? Massive shoutout to Eli!)

J has the same symbol on his forehead that Jose had on his neck/chest, as well as some white powder-looking makeup stuff on his cheeks. No clue what kind of top/shirt that is, but I like the big fur coat, and cool arm cuff things as well! He's standing in front of a frozen (or partially-frozen) lake, with snow-covered mountains/rock formations behind it.

(Fun fact: Geoff re-used a few costume pieces from My Mother Told Me when filming the videos for his covers of Far Over The Misty Mountains Cold and I See Fire!

Layne has got a makeup design to Eli, with similiar tattoos on his face, and a bit of extra dirt/grime as well. He's got fur trimmings(?) on his shoulders like Eli, but it looks more like the fur that J is wearing. He's standing in front of wide open plains I guess? I'm not sure, I can't make out a ton of detail.

I think Layne's outfit might be my favourite one of this video; it seems the most complex, like it has the most going on with it, and I like the patterned cuff design thing on his right arm!

And I haven't forgotten Geoff, of course I haven't forgotten Geoff, and seriously oh my god

I'm honestly not sure if I could give a good description of Geoff's outfit even if I tried, but it works! (Also wait I literally only just realised that, once more, he's the only one in the video with exposed shoulders (well, one exposed shoulder, but still!))

This honestly might be one of Geoff's most terrifying looks of any Voiceplay video so far, if not the most terrifying. Vampire!Geoff in This Is Halloween was "scary" in the "yes please give me more of it" (i.e. hot) way. Oogie Boogie!Geoff in Oogie Boogie's Song was just theatrical and entertaining. Mr Hyde!Geoff in Kidnap The Sandy Claws was (to me at least) just a little bit strange and hard to wrap my head around. But Geoff here? This is "makes you want to move very quickly in the opposite direction" scary!

(So like well done to Rick Underwood on the makeup (but in regards to everyone else as well))

Jose, J, Eli, and Layne all got cool aesthetic landscapes as their backdrops. Geoff got darkness and STUFF ON FIRE (...yeah that checks out 😆)

Even the fingernails!!! Even the fingernails look like they've got grime on them! (Also, Geoff at his least-terrifying moment of the video)

Aaaand we're back to "time to run away very fast" mode!

(Also yes Geoff's tattoos and makeup are very cool as well)

Not that Geoff is the only one in this video that I wouldn't wanna pick a fight with!

Jose is credited with "additional acting direction" in the description, so I guess he maybe camw up with/directed some of these kind of moves?

Oh hey Geoff has that symbol on him as well! I wonder if Layne and Eli have got it somewhere on them too?

Wait hang on what is Eli holding?

A better shot of Layne's face tattoos and the cool sleeve thing!

Geoff doing a similar hand movement to the one he did in Bang! (which was my previous post actually), after he had just done a bit of an impressive bass-vocal-run (or something like that), except this time it's after holding a quite low note (a subharmonic I think?) for like 6 seconds.

Oh I think Eli was holding his cape?

Yes I can see the tattoo, thank you Jose! 😂

Also did Geoff do a bit of hair colouration for this video? Because yes he's got a bit of grey in his hair now, but not that much grey, and it's not always that noticeable (though personally I do love the grey streak he often has in his bangs, it's rather fetching if I do say so myself <3)

Run fast, and run far!

And that's the video! Man, can you believe these are the same dudes (well except Jose) that did the Aca Top 10 videos, being all silly and fooling around? Acting skills were freaking on point here! Everyone crushed it!

It's a great arrangement as well (shoutout to Layne!). The song is actually just one single verse, which here is sung like 5 or 6 times over, but you barely even notice it (if at all) because the whole production is just so mind-blowingly good!

I also wanted to do this video because I'll be skipping over You're My Best Friend and Man In The Mirror, so this'll be the last video I'm doing where J is actually a part of the group. It was of course very sad that he left Voiceplay, but he's come back as a guest artist in like 6 full-length videos now (not even counting the minis), and hopefully he might one day return to Voiceplay full-time, once he's done with his stint in the US Navy band!

[vanibear]

rough wip of a fic where roxas and kairi have a conversation and learn a bit more abt each other (set post melody of memory) !!

i have a lot more stuff to add but I have other things i need to be doing today :(

"I had a feeling you'd be up here,"

Roxas jumped about a foot in the air; he'd been too engrossed in his writing to notice anyone that anyone else had climbed up to the tower.

"Careful! Don't fall!" Kairi yelped, surprised that he’d been so startled.

Roxas grabbed his pen right before it rolled off the edge of the tower and disobeyed Kairi's instructions.

"Don't worry. I've learned how to keep my balance up here, but it takes some practice," 

Their first conversation flashed through his mind. Admittedly, the clock tower was not the safest choice for a hangout spot.

"What brings you here?" he asked, offering his hand to help Kairi sit down. 

Hesitantly, she took it and settled down beside him on the ledge. Roxas noticed that her hands were clenched- nails digging into palm. The same way Xion does when she's nervous. 

"You okay?"

Kairi took a deep breath, avoiding his gaze.

"Yeah. Heights just.. aren't my thing. I'd rather have the ground under my feet, that's all,”

She paused.

“But, tomorrow, I leave to go train with Aqua, so I figured I ought to visit this place again before I go,"

“Y’know, you really shouldn’t force yourself up here if you’re scared of heights. This place isn’t that special,” 

Roxas knew that statement sounded wonderfully ironic, coming from his lips.

A cloud passed in front of the sun. Kairi shivered.

"It's- the height's not everything," her voice grew soft.

Roxas looked over, concerned. Her shoulders were trembling.

"The last time I was here... was with him."

Him.

Roxas remembered how she'd walked back without him that day. Deep down, a voice he tried to ignore asked why Sora didn't feel like saying goodbye to him.

"It's… been awhile since then," Roxas stared ahead.

Kairi murmured in agreement.

The two watched the clouds roll by.

"Roxas?"

"Hm?"

"What were you writing about, when I came up here?"

"Oh, that," 

Roxas reached out to grab the notebook he'd set aside- yellow on the front, with painted stars and a thalassa shell. Xion and Namine had worked together on it, all for him. He still didn't know how to thank them.

"I was just journaling. I come up here in the afternoons when everyone's doing other things. It's a nice place to write."

Kairi nodded, pulling something from her pocket. It was a small purple journal, with a bow on the front.

"I like to write, too. Mostly poems, though. I've tried to keep a diary before, but it never stuck. I feel like I just don't remember enough to write anything," She twisted the ribbon on the cover between her fingers.

"I've been there before.”

“Really?”

“I…  think you should keep trying. Trust me, it helps. And not just with memories,"

Kairi looked up.

"It helps you… see what you feel. Sometimes, I can't understand what I'm feeling until I write it down."

"I see. I think I'm the same way with my poems," 

She went back to messing with the journal’s ribbon.

"Though, I feel like I can't write anything at all, nowadays," she whispered.

She sighed. It sounded just like Namine's.

Roxas drummed his fingers on top of his notebook, then, taking a deep breath, slowly reached into his pocket. He pulled out a fountain pen- navy, with black and silver trim- and pointed it towards Kairi.

"Take this. For you to write with. It was my first one,"

"Your first... pen?"

"Yeah."

Roxas rubbed his thumb over the cap. The motion alone brought back countless memories. He didn't know why he held onto it. It had become a habit to carry around, even after its matching journal had long been filled. He didn't use it, though. Something in him couldn't. It was from a different time, a time long gone; secretly, he felt like if he used it, it might just have the power to bring those times back.

"Back when.. I first joined the Organization... Saix gave it to me, with a journal as well,"

"Saix did?" 

She sounded confused.

"Well, Isa now, I guess. He told me that I should keep a diary, to keep track of things that happened. I didn't know what to write at first, but... it eventually became like a lifeline to me. In the beginning, I... I don't know how to describe it, but I couldn't hold on to anything. Everything would swim around me, but I think- I think writing was one of the things that saved me from… losing who I was,"

"That was... very kind of Saix."

"Huh. I guess it was.”

Kairi stared down at the pen.

"Roxas,"

Kairi looked at the boy in front of her. His face was set in a determined, almost familiar way; his eyes shone so blue, so earnestly; she couldn't bear to meet their gaze.

"I can't take something so important from you. I-"

"No." There was a storminess in his eyes as he interrupted her.

"I don't even use it anymore. It's a gift. A… thank you."

"A thank you?"

"Yes. Do you remember the first time we talked?"

He watched as Kairi closed her eyes and searched for the memory. It made him sad, when people struggled to remember things; he knew too well the pain of forgetting. He felt worse that she knew it likely as well as he did.

"I- think so. It was when I was... trying to remember S-" Her voice faded off so that she wouldn't have to finish the name.

"Yeah. You ended up finding me instead."

[sychosid]

I've prayed enough, I rolled the dice.

"Hangman" Adam Page/Swerve Strickland

[Ao3 Link]

Swerve nearly runs over an unfamiliar face, and lands himself in an familiarly unfamiliar place.

Ancient Names, Pt. II.

The chain itself didn’t quite move. There was simply something about holding it that gave Swerve direction…at times. 

He couldn’t exactly hold it in his hands when handing his car back to the car rental company, but Swerve knew he had to change cars. He needed something older, with an analog radio receiver.

Somewhere right outside of Portland, Oregon was where he found it. A Pontiac Firebird Trans Am, from 1981. He barely even remembered getting to the dealership, although he was pretty sure he just took an Uber there.

None of that really mattered. There wasn’t a car at that dealership older than 1985.

“The ‘81. Good choice, and it’s a Trans Am. Reliable, fashionable. It’s really in style right now you know. Only a couple years old.” The dealers were a pair of brothers, Dale and Johnnie Redmayne. Johnnie was the one who was striking the deal. Dale had been quieter when they met, and said he’d take care of paperwork.

“There aren’t a lot of these. And you’re selling it for $9900. This rare-ass car.” There was an accusatory tone to his voice.

“What can I say?” Johnnie shrugs, “We got good deals. The Phantom Riders know how to ride.” 

Swerve scoffs at that, but reaches down to touch the car. Black, glossy finish. It was allegedly used, but looked brand new. Still, he saw there were a few thousand miles on it. It was the thing that called out to him. There were other rare cars on the lot. Old Bentleys, Rolls Royces’, Porsches, hell even Aston Martins. 

The Pontiac needed him, and he needed it. Yeah it wasn’t low-key. But it was Swerve Strickland, and that’s all the reason he needed.

“Yeah, I’ll take her.”

“Good man! Now, I’m sure Dale has the paperwork all sorted out, let’s get this thing going.”

Dale was a quiet man, much like Swerve expected. Thorough, surprisingly soft spoken for the way he looked (that was one nasty scar on his face, running from the left side of his mouth up to his scalp).

Johnnie was a weird guy, but he was nice enough. He drove Swerve to pull the cash from his bank, didn’t pull a damn thing. Chatted the whole way through, about things Swerve didn’t really tune into. Not that the younger man seemed to mind or care much; if he even noticed.

Hell he even drove him to the DMV and paid for the taxes and registration fee. It was weirdly nice, but Swerve found himself rolling with it.

Johnnie had some quirks to him. He smiled a lot, joked around, and charmed just about everyone. Guys like that were the most dangerous, but if he tried to pull anything Swerve was ready for it.

The shoe never dropped though. It didn’t matter, ultimately, he didn’t have time to question it and he didn’t feel a need to.

Soon enough, Swerve was on the road again.

The Pontiac drove like a dream. Heavy and smooth, the road felt like it was flying by underneath them. 

Suddenly the radio crackled, and Swerve watched the dial turn on its own. It certainly wasn’t the weirdest thing to happen to him, but strange nonetheless. He reached his hand over before his eyes flicked back up to the road. There was a man walking across, and it was dark. Suddenly, it was very dark. He couldn’t remember how bright it was before, but there was a man, with close cropped hair and a trimmed beard, and bright blue eyes, and Swerve hit the brakes while turning his steering wheel with a hard left. The tires screeched as this man stumbled back out of the car’s way. 

Knowing he was skidding pretty hard, Swerve kept the wheel going and slowly released it, easing up on the brakes as he did, not letting his foot completely lift off the pedal. The car finished spinning out, as Swerve put the car in park and killed the engine, taking the key out of the car’s ignition and pocketing it into his leather jacket. 

He stepped out, walking over to the side of the road where the man he nearly ran over. The man looked a bit dazed.

Swerve was nonplussed. He leaned over and offered his hand, which the other man took.

“You good?” Swerve asked, tilting his head back. The man looked fine to him, and somehow he knew he was too.

He took Swerve’s hand, and he pulled the man up to his feet. The man brushed the dirt off himself and looked at Swerve.

“Mind if I hitch a ride?” He asked.

Swerve raised his eyebrows. “I almost hit you.”

“Yeah. What does that do with me trying to get a ride?”

“...Yeah sure, least I can do.”

“I’m Mox.” The man introduced himself. “Or Jon. Prefer Mox though.” 

“Okay Mox. Get in.”

The man did just that, clumsily trying to get into the passenger side seat. He swept a leg over the seat, before pulling out. He tried it again, failing to duck enough and hitting his head, grunting as he pulled back and rubbed it. Finally, he ducked low enough to get into the car, torso first and adjusting awkwardly into the seat.

Swerve was impressed. That was the worst he’s seen anyone try to get into a car.

Much more smoothly, Swerve got into the driver’s seat. He put the keys into the ignitions, and corrected their course, heading whatever way he was heading. Swerve wasn’t sure if he actually knew. He only could feel the chain in his backseat, as if he knew where the next link was. The next part of the puzzle laid in front of him.

There was still the static of the radio trying to tune itself. 

“KRRRSH–a haunti-KSH-tune–KSSH–well tha–KSHHHRK–W. Justine wi–”

“The radio is still tweaking, just started doing that.” Swerve’s eyes flicked down towards the radio as he spoke. “Its why I nearly hit you.”

“Here, let me get that.” Mox reached over and touched the dial, his fingers holding onto the knob as his hand and wrist worked to turn it. It struck Swerve how intricate a structure the wrist was. Skin met muscle met tendons met bone. A connection of ball and socket, fine bones and soft tissue. It was pretty easy to dislocate or injure or break. His thoughts were broken up by the radio tuning into things that weren’t just static.

“–mic ash and blackend b–beam’s–show your fa–outta the grave–oth-dimensi-–”

“Damn thing. I think…here.” Mox mutters, mostly to himself as he turns the dial some more.

The radio crackled into a clear voice, with a deep southern accent.

“–ith Frozen Pines. A beautiful, haunting track isn’t it? Don’t you feel a chill down your spine every time you hear it? I know I do, folks. This is Tubbs Tarbell  at Whispering Pines Studios. Now I think it’s time for a commercial break…”

Swerve turned the volume down.

“Frozen Pines.” Swerve mused on the two worlds, rolling them around on his tongue like he was savoring the taste of them. A chill down his spine just from the words. Plenty of pines around this area. Plenty of pine trees they were driving through. Cold. He wore heavy jackets in the winter. 

It could snow plenty in the Pacific Northwest. Swerve didn’t hate the snow. Hell he enjoyed it at times, especially as a kid. A snow day always felt like a treat. It was rare in Seattle, but common surrounding it. They were driving south, so the snow would be dry and wispy, powdery and building. 

Like it was now. Whipping around them as they drove by. The snow had built up quite a bit, maybe too fast. How long had they even been driving?

The steering wheel was cold like the chain. It was the chain. He was leading it, where he needed it to take him.

“Hey–” Swerve turned his head to look at Mox, but the man wasn’t there. The chain was. It was freezing over, a thin white layer of frosty ice building over it, slowly. Cracking around where the links met.

He hits the brakes. The steering wheel was a normal steering wheel. The one that belonged to the Pontiac.

The volume on the radio increased. It was a different voice from before. Whoever it was talked similarly to Tubbs.. A facsimile of his voice, save for the accent and pitch. It wasn’t as heavy as a drawl, more of a tenor than a baritone.

“Alright folks, thanks for hanging on tight. Speaking of hanging, our guest has arrived! You may know him, or you may not. You may love him, or you may hate him! Here he is, “The Hangman” Adam Page!”

[firespirited]

in the middle of the night, I was feeling slightly numbed and not nauseated from movement so i was able to stretch and nerve glide some trapped nerves in the neck and shoulders and am able to use a computer screen today. yay.

woke up and had a long silent cry sesh, i've been doing a lot of writing on my phone notes to make sense of what happened and what my options are. I start trauma therapy on Wednesday with a brand-new batch of trauma and no emotional support network and there's nothing I could have done better to prevent it.

been repeating what the doctor said "[I am] not responsible for other people's choices" like a mantra but it still isn't quite hitting. I know how to handle myself and once I get back in the rhythm and stop trying to fix the unfixable, it'll come naturally. but yeah, I'm grieving and grief is a wild beast that deserves its space.

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I got out the summer clothes, after only pulling out a few items last summer and mostly wearing underwear and spaghetti tops indoors, tried stuff on and thankfully most of the trousers can get draw-strings or tightened elastic. I'd done most of the t-shirts earlier this year, there were a few to say goodbye to and some were ready to be rags.

Several strapless ruched bust dresses had to go to charity, the weight loss hit the chest the hardest and you need some heftier ones with tighter elastic to wear that kinda dress in full confidence you won't accidentally fall out. I'll be making straps for the others.

On the other hand, I've been holding on to a lovely dark stretch denim dress from my twenties and it fits again, it's a great design and very solid, properly lined and all the seams really nice.

Also got three white based ladies shirts I found early this year in a bin: they had small coffee stains and just needed spot bleaching (wack that people don't know how to do that). One's got a blue flower trim down the buttons and collar, the other is a lovely pattern of dandelion seeds. I use a white shirt as mosquito and sun protection whenever I go out so it's nice to have pretty options.

[the-firebird69]

We need these guys out of here these stupid trump stirs or a bunch of **** they don't know how anything works they're **** just spewing **** everywhere. Everybody hates them there's some guys sharing dumb we have more lock for like two feet tall whoever much better act.* stirs up some memories and I remember my husband getting excited when he saw it and he couldn't get one so he was sad and eventually he got the firebird and was felt really good. There's a piece of junk it wasn't se There's a piece of junk it wasn't set up to drive and it was horrible and with this moron who did it we don't like him. Tries to kidnap him all the time and we're gonna crucify him. We do understand people want to know what it would do

Pontiac GTO 2003-7 usually 350hp speed 195 with the bradley kit top end exhaust shell etc 320mph due to being a lot lighte take out the two back seats and fbg and a cage. keep the dash and instrum.

Pontiac Grand am 1984-2006 and we suggest and spec it for 3 litre versions and yes the largest and it s not so big. original speed 155 mhs new speed trimmed down yes interior and new consoles for all years on this one 245mph and yes a miracle car due to it being a bg dog. and crap on the road.

and due to there being so many of them ini the eighties and nineties and they work and are in garages or tgo tow miles a day we want to make it inexphenisve at first. and works though and looks awesome runs fast as we said. only high perf not super. and use less exphensive aftermarket stuff as his brother did but nicer shaped erfect new hight tech features.

I want this car up and running it is his brothers and we wanna do it we know where it was made and who was making it. They don't seem to be available for anything at all they're not done no they are out and hit a tomb and because it was Dave and Carol helped and they were doing it in Massachusetts little and moved it to Illinois and the molds are out there so we have some to try for and I wanna start it and we have a project going includes it and yeah the front end will fit the motor and you put a different hood on and the hood needs to be changed but it can have some of the similar features which would be interesting. This is an awesome idea and the Porsche idea is awesome and the panels so without further ado we're going to rest and we're going to keep trying to get this going and talking about it so we have a modernized version it's for the VW but he says that's kind of a lot of work no open

This is a more expensive G6 came later. And he says we could keep the interior. And actually the window configuration is very similar to the Bradley GT2 you'd have to change the rear panels the front panels the hood and the cow and faring and rear bumper panels and bumpers and everything else you leave alone you don't touch the roof or interior you can pull the back seats out if you want and we can have a kit for putting in a small bench seat that's light the way difference will put on the package it's like 300 pounds it's still gonna be a front wheel drive it's a rear wheel drive but it's front engine eventually we would change that. this car is still pricy, no, it is not exphenisve its cheap now. fast enough but the kit would make it much faster. and sorta hidden as to what it is. nice idea to start doesnt ruin it and you can change it

Thor Freya i do ths one it is my panel and we see they are in the shop we shal be need to be there and the two big fellas are we move on it now

we do too

Olympus

my car next lol good he says

Hera

[shooter-nobunagun]

Haircut

A/N: I know, it's been a while since I've updated...truth be told, the last couple months have just been A Lot for me to deal with personally, so I honestly was not in the mood to really write (can't force it if I'm not feeling it) or I just didn't have the time/energy. BUT that means I take opportunities when I can, and want to, like now (I hope this keeps going 'cause boy I'm looking at all my chaptered fics and going yeah...I swear, they are definitely WIP...)

‘Damn…maybe it is too short?’ Adam grumbled to himself, turning this way and that in the mirror after he’d finished wiping away bits of loose hair. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, perhaps he had been a bit too zealous with the scissors the other day when he finally trimmed the sniper’s hair back to its usual length—or rather, the length it used to be before all that shit went down. The day had been breezy and warm, Adam finally clean-shaven himself as he’d taken a sheet and scissors, and cut off the extra inches she’d gained while in the midst of her fervent search for Kaoru Asao in the ruins of San Francisco. It turned out alright he’d thought; Sio’s hair had always been kept in a simple bob anyway so how hard could it be he reasoned—and for the most part the end result had looked the same…

‘Ah! Adam, did you have to cut my bangs so short?’ She’d turned around with a bit of a frown, Adam feeling a mite narked at both her comment and himself. So her bangs were slightly shorter than they used to be, was it that big a deal? The hair would grow back soon enough anyway. Besides, he was doing her a favor okay, would it kill her to show a little bit of gratitude? He’d said all this to her that day, much to the amusement of the rest of the Second Platoon who’d gathered around to see the results. And now it seemed he was 0 for 2, as his hands brushed against the bare skin along the back of his neck. At least his own bangs looked more-or-less the same, but as he once again felt the rough stubble of his newly-shaved undercut, Adam suddenly wondered if he’d taken off too much at once. For most of his life he’d kept his hair rather long and shaggy, only trimming it back until it just touched his shoulders and hid his ears; now, as he nervously glanced at his own reflection, it was just—gone. His neck felt exposed and vulnerable, and were his ears always so prominent? Scowling, Adam attempted to tug his remaining bangs around to the side more, in an effort to disperse the now-empty space framing his jawline.

“Bollocks…way to go, mate,” he sighed, and resigned to taking his own advice that Sio had given him so much flack for. At least the dye job had gone a lot smoother, the girl’s hair now back to her signature shade of brunette from the silver tresses that came about as a result of shock from Asao’s then-disappearance…

Hands stilled and his eyes grew melancholy, Adam still wrestling a bit with his internal feelings even though both of them were back safe and sound now. ‘Sio…please be alright now…’ Despite the chaotic battle, (where neither of them wore any sort of protective gear), Adam felt, for the first time, that he had faith in their relationship at last; that no matter what happened from here on out, they trusted each other fully. Though, he wished it hadn’t come at such a cost; that it didn’t take the crisis of Sio’s ‘runaway e-gene’ incident for them to finally be honest with each other, that it didn’t result in Asao-san’s terminal radiation poisoning.

Well, what’s done is done he thought, and laid down the towel after wiping his neck one more time. Perhaps he was overthinking all this, and it wasn’t really as bad as he feared; certainly Nightingale seemed to think so, the nurse clucking in sympathy as she tried to hide her amusement at his attempts to look fashionable. Besides, she consoled, Sio wasn’t the type of girl who judged people based on appearances, so what did it matter in the end? It wasn’t like he was trying to court her at this point, what with both of them having consummated their relationship at last. In any case, there was no point in sulking now; if he really hated it, well, it was as he told Sio—the hair would grow back in a couple of weeks.

Adam took a deep breath and opened the door, hoping the halls would be emptier than usual. The Ripper hated being at the center of attention as it was; he did not need to give people one more reason to turn and gawk.

“Oh wow! Adam, did you get a haircut too? Wait, don’t tell me you gave yourself a trim as well…?” Speak of the devil. The second Adam stepped into the galley, hoping to making a cup of hot chocolate to soothe his nerves, the sniper was already there, making some tea for herself.

“Ah, Sio—“

“—Whoa, it’s so, so…uh, short in the back…” Her eyes grew wide as she took in his new look in full, especially as she got to back, where a good chunk of it had simply been shaved off.

Adam blanched at her comment; he couldn’t tell if the pause was good or not. ‘Shit! I guess it really is too short…!’ Unconsciously his hand went to his neck, feeling a strange emptiness there now instead of the familiar comfort of his previously long locks.

“Y-Yeh, I uh, thought I might as well give myself something different…though, maybe it’s a little too different,” he muttered, cheeks turning faintly pink. “I guess it is pretty short, huh…”

Sio blinked. Adam’s new style was unexpected, but definitely not unpleasant. If anything, it freshened things up a bit, and gave her a better view of his neck and strong jawline. While she’d always joked about his uncanny resemblance to a wolf with his fluffy, shaggy hair, this new look gave him a cooler, almost edgy vibe. She was impressed he’d managed to give himself such a close shave without any help. ‘Then again, he is pretty dextrous with blades…’ His bangs were still layered as always, though she could tell they’d been neatly trimmed, and he’d even managed to give the rest of his hair some more layers to lighten it up. The stark contrast between his longer strands and the sharp line of buzzed undercut caused something to stir within her, and Sio felt her heart skip a couple of beats as she realized how attractive he looked.

‘Ohmygod…he looks so hot!’ The girl stood there in silence, mentally drooling a bit as she drunk in the sight of this new, edgier Adam. ‘The undercut look is totally in right now, and it really shows off his neck…!’ Adam seemed uncertain though, if the blush on his face was anything to go by. ‘Aww, is he embarrassed? He’s soo cute when he’s all shy and blushing like this…!’ Sio resisted the urge to squeal out loud. Though he’d mellowed out considerably after she got to know the ‘real’ Adam, it was unusual for him to lose his composure or act self-conscious like this. Especially now with the whole runaway e-gene incident finally behind them, he seemed to have taken on the self-appointed role of her personal guardian; even Jess and Mahesh had commented more than once how Adam was acting more overprotective than he used to. Her euphoria dropped a little as a thread of guilt wormed its way into her heart, Sio clutching the edge of her cape slightly. ‘Adam, you don’t have to worry so much about me anymore, you know…’ She knew he still felt guilty for hurting her like that, even if it was to save her life; ever since that incident she sensed he was trying to act stronger than he really felt, but sometimes she wished he didn’t have to try so hard for her sake.

Adam however, mistook her silence for shock and his expression dropped. “Yeh, it doesn’t look so good, does it; I guess you were right squirt, maybe I overdid it with the cutting—“

“—Nuh uh! That’s not true!” Adam jerked his head in surprise at the sniper’s excitement. “You, you look so cool! I think it really suits you!” Sio was positively jumping up and down with excitement, circling Adam every which way as she admired his new haircut from every angle. “I mean, I like your old hairstyle too, but this looks so...different! I-In a good way of course,” she added hastily, before Adam could take it the wrong way. “I think it’s a nice change of pace, since I’m so used to seeing you with longer hair…” She said earnestly, giving him one of her shy, genuine smiles.

“I-Is that so…” The sniper always found the most unexpected moments to take him by surprise, even now. Of all the possible scenarios, he had not expected Sio to react with such enthusiasm to his new look; the zeal with which she admired and complimented him was a tad overwhelming, but Adam welcomed it warmly. Besides, it was worth the initial embarrassment to be rewarded with one of her rare smiles, which made his whole body flush in a very pleasing manner. “W, Well if you like it, then I suppose it’s fine…” He rubbed the back of his now-bare neck sheepishly. “T’be honest, after I cut it, I realized I probably did overdo it when I cut your hair…apologies…”

The sniper touched her own bangs at his comment. “Eh…? Oh, it’s okay; I mean, you were right, after all; my hair does grow pretty quick, and I’ve gotten used to it now, so…I’m fine with it.” Sio twirled a strand of hair around her finger, now self-conscious of her own appearance. “And also, I was the one who asked you for the favor in the first place, so…I really appreciate it. It was nice to just do something simple like that again…together…” She whispered the last part, face now beet red as a myriad of emotions coursed through her.

Adam felt his own face grow warmer as well. “…Same here. Even though it sounds rather mundane, I…I enjoyed it. I didn’t mind at all, even if you were miffed. It was good to be able to spend time together with you again…”

“Ah, Adam…” Sio stilled, now caught off guard by Adam’s sincerity. A puff of heat went through her entire body and seemed to ‘poof’ through her the top of her head. ‘Wahh! So cute! It’s so rare for him to act like this in front of me…!’ Sio couldn’t help but squirm nervously, fidgeting as she attempted to control her emotions.

“Er, Sio? Are you alright?” Adam was bit perplexed at the sniper’s rapidly changing behavior.

“H-hai!! I-I mean yes, I’m…I’m okay. Sorry,” she smiled nervously, “it’s just, you look so good…this hairstyle makes you look really handsome, in my opinion…” The sniper’s gaze turned shy, her eyes now aimed at her shoes but Adam could see her smile still, along with a healthy pink across her cheeks. “You did a good job…otsukaresama…”

There was nervous chuckle from the man, before he returned her smile with one of his own. “Well, that’s a relief; at first I wasn’t sure what to make of this, but…” he ruffled his now-shorter locks slightly, “it is growing on me. I can’t recall the last time I had hair this short, but I suppose it is good to change things up every now and then.”

“It looks really good! Trust me!” Sio emphasized, and Adam laughed. “Though, I am curious; what made you decide to cut it like this in the first place? Especially since you said you normally keep your hair longer.”

“Ah er, well I—“ Now it was Adam’s turn to act all flustered, as the sniper looked on in amusement. “It’s nothing, really…but I figured, since we’re all back in action now, long hair might get in the way and it’s less work to keep clean, a-and—” Adam could hear Nightingale’s teasing him about how worried he was about looking ‘cool’ for her, and rolled his eyes slightly. “—it wasn’t just because I wanted to look good for you—“

By the time those words gained meaning it was too late; Adam gulped, while Nightingale laughed in his mind at his faux pas. “…I mean, um…”

“—You, you did that…for me?” Sio squeaked out, barely able to contain her excitement at this point. “Ah, er, um….y-you didn’t have to, but hearing you say that really makes me happy…!”

“…Of course love; maybe this isn’t something big, but if it makes you happy then—oomph!” Adam nearly fell over as Sio tackle-hugged him from behind. “O-Oy, careful there…”

“Mmnn…Adam, you’re so cool, and strong, and kind…you’re the best, you know?” The sniper muttered against the fabric of his jacket as she nuzzled his back. “It’s true that it doesn’t matter what your hair looks like, or how short my bangs are…but I definitely like seeing you look all cool and handsome like this…” She laced her small fingers within his much-larger hands, and Adam warmly closed the grip.

“Well, that makes me feel loads better. At first I seriously thought I messed this one up…but it seems things always have a way of working themselves out, yeh?” He could feel Sio nodding against his back, Adam greatly relishing the warmth of her arms around him. Well, it seemed like undercuts it was, then. At least for the next couple of haircuts.

“…Also, there is one other thing I like about this haircut.” Just as Adam was about to untangle their bodies, he felt Sio sidle up firmly against his back. “And that’s because, it allows me to do…this.” He only felt the warmth of her breath against his bare neck for a few seconds, before her soft lips pressed a kiss against the line where his hair was shorn. His whole body tingled and Adam was sure he let out some weird, animal noise, but none of that mattered when electricity was jolting through his veins and his heart pounded furiously in his chest. Vaguely he heard Sio giggling in the background, finally letting go as Adam attempted to regain his composure. “Wow, your ears are turning red! Did that always happen? I guess I just couldn’t see them until now…”

“S, Sio…! Seriously, can’t ever let my guard down for even a second, ‘ey….” Adam wheezed, trying to control his pulse. “Don’t just do that in public…!”

The sniper giggled, but look no less abashed. “You know, you’re just sooo cute when you get all flustered like this!” Her eyes took on a mischievous sparkle, and was it just him or did her voice drop in timbre? “Given how often you teased me back in the day…consider this payback.”

“Hah…karma, ‘ey?” The sniper took advantage of the moment and planted another kiss, this one along the side of his neck behind his ear. “Oy! Hanninmae!” Why did she have to smell so good, her lips so soft and supple as she gently nibbled his now-exposed earlobe, causing his whole body to shudder. “S-Sio please…!”

Adam stilled as Sio continued to breathe along his exposed skin. “Ho~? So you like this, don’t you…?” Her voice continued its teasing lilt, now followed by hands that were ever-so-slightly wandering in places they probably shouldn’t be. Like his belt. “Hmm…wanna take this somewhere more…private, then?” He felt her lips form another row of slow, sensual kisses down the side of his neck; no doubt she could feel his pulse thrumming, especially when she ran her tongue right along the vein.

That tone of voice; it was the same one she used when she was in the heat of battle as Nobunagun…and also when she was getting in the mood. Despite his apprehension, his own lips curled into a slow grin, revealing his slightly-pointy teeth. “Well well well…it appears our sniper is more than she seems, yeh? Just remember, you were the one who suggested it.” And without another word he lifted her onto his back, carrying her at a half run to the nearest quarters while Sio squealed in delight.

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“Oh, Jack! Sporting a new style, I see?” He was greeted by Gandhi in the galley the next day, Adam having just finished brewing a cup of tea for himself. “Not bad, not bad at all! Did you cut it yourself?”

“Eh, yeh I figured since I cut Sio’s hair an’ all, might as well give myself a trim…” he responded nonchalantly. “Wasn’t sure if it was a good idea at first, but…I think it turned out alright.”

Gandhi nodded in agreement. “I’ll say! I never took you to be into the latest trends, but it suits you. And it seems like it’s got Sio-chan’s seal of approval as well?”

“H-Huh? What d’you mean…” Adam’s hand immediately went to the back of his head in alarm. “I mean yeh, the squirt said she liked it…”

The Indian had to conceal his grin behind his own cup of coffee. “Ah, well I mean you didn’t have to tell me that, ‘cause it’s rather obvious just from looking at, er…well, let’s just say she left some pretty clear ‘marks’ back there, yeah?” Gandhi watched in amusement as the Ripper flushed about ten shades of red in about as many seconds.

“What th—that’s, I—“ Damn it all to hell; he should have known she’d end up leaving a mark here and there. He never had to worry about love bites before, since his hair had always been long enough to cover up anything suspicious (unless she was feeling particularly frisky and left it somewhere lower) but now Adam realized he’d have to pay closer attention. “…Yeh, well there you go.”

Gandhi gave his friend a pat on the shoulder in sympathy. “Well, to be honest it’s not much of  a secret at this point, but…yeah.” Another glance at the hickeys that showed just behind the Ripper’s ear and neckline. “You wanna borrow some concealer from Newton or something?”

Adam scowled at that suggestion. “No, I’d rather not borrow anything from Newton; I’ll just…deal with it…”

Gandhi let a low whistle. “That’s pretty ballsy, but whatever you say, Jack.” Just as the two men were about exit, the sniper flew in; her cape flared out behind from the speed and her hat sat askew.

“A-Adam! There you are! Ah, and Gandhi-san…”

“Oh, good morning Sio! You’re in an awful rush—“

“—Th, this is…all your fault! Adam!” She screeched and huffed and pounded her fists against his chest, much to Adam’s bewilderment. “You didn’t have to go that far!”

“What?! What did I do now?” He grumbled, wondering what the sniper could possibly be mad about. Wasn’t she just fawning and cooing all over him yesterday as she complimented his new haircut? He should be the one complaining about all the love marks she left.

The sniper however, was unfazed. “Don’t play dumb! Y-You know what I’m taking about…”

Adam raised an eyebrow. “…Do I?”

Sio glared at him from underneath her visor, before she pulled it and her cape off. “Well, you should, mister…” And without caring that Gandhi was still in the room, she turned around and brushed her own hair aside, revealing a myriad of similar looking bruises. “Did you really have to be so, so…aggressive?”

“Oh my…well Jack, it seems you and Sio-chan might have some issues to work out.” Gandhi laughed nervously as he slowly made his way to the exit. “I’ll just put this out there one more time, but you’re always welcome to borrow concealer from Newton…” The Indian sprinted out of the room before either of the two could say anything else.

Adam stared at the marks he left, a mixture of guilt but also pride swirling inside his chest. I did a pretty bang up job he thought smugly. He knew for a fact there was bound to be one or two more hidden by her shirt, as he explicitly remembered trailing down her back, kissing between her shoulders as the sniper squirmed underneath him, pinned in place by his weight as they—Adam coughed and forced his mind to stop going there. As Gandhi said, their relationship wasn’t exactly a secret at this point, but if there were still any lingering doubts…

“Well, given the…enthusiasm you showed yesterday, can you really blame me? Like they say, revenge is a dish best served cold. Or I suppose, hot in this case,” he gave her a knowing smirk, and Sio blushed. “Also, you’re hardly one to talk,” he groused, before turning and revealing her handiwork. “Unlike you, I don’t even have a cape to cover it up, so I don’t see what you’re complaining about…”

“Th, that’s, I…” Sio sputtered for words, but she had to admit Adam had her beat. “…W, Well, I didn’t think it would actually leave a mark…”

“Tit-for-tat, squirt,” Adam remarked dryly. “I guess we’re both even. Look, if it bothers you that much, why don’t you go ask Newton for some makeup? I’m sure she’d be thrilled to lend you some.”

The sniper reacted in the same manner as Adam had earlier. “…N, No thanks. I’ll just…try to cover it up for now…”

“Hn. Suit yourself. Anyway,” he pulled her close and this time, it was the Ripper who breathed slowly against the sniper’s ear, “I suppose, maybe we should both consider leaving our hair long again?”

“…Adam, you’re such a perv.”

Adam could only laugh at that. “As are you, love. But that’s fine by me.”

//Image commissioned from @grapeeuphoria

[that-kid89]

03.26.2024

numb the pain. <- song of my day

but like a happy day for me? tbh definitely ended on more of high note, a spark of hope after being unemployed for a week now.

i feel like i could write 15 sentences at the same time right now.

madness, insanity, sickness, disturbed, panic.

ecstasy, highs, journeys, toys, wanderlust.

modest, numb, emotional, passive.

literally just writing random words that pop in my head. feels like gonzo clarity. check me if it's narcissism. too much pride.

daily average for screen time on my iphone is 3.5 hours for the 3 days this week.

read and skimmed all the back to my opener post. i initially felt bad, sad, and let down. reading my thoughts of love for heather, but more so my feelings towards my self. talking to myself in this blog, scolding him nearly. listing my needs and realizing where i sit that i made not one attempt at getting those things. were they really needs or just fantasies though.

kinda feelin like fuck all that shit. maybe its the beers and esteem boost from my first hearing back on one the applications i sent out in the last 7 days.

whats always wild to me, is how i can drift off into my dreams, when i'm awake. the rare night where i just daydream and not even sleep. its so crazy to me, and i dont recall talking about that seriously with someone. wish i did with heather. but also the stimulation i get from twist my hair into knots. sometimes it hurts so good. but i get mad when it's really knotted, and i gotta rip it apart, usually with hair being ripped out. insane.

talking about today now. woke up late, but earlier than i thought after falling asleep around 3am. tried not to drink but caved last night and had a few swigs of casamigos followed by a lovely beer. technically counts as today! well i suppose only the events beginning at 12:00am. fuck it, yeah so i woke up, and funny i keep checking my phone for all kinds of notifications. first thing i read was a message from christian on insta about the boat hitting the bridge in baltimore. this is recent to the mass shooting in russia, god damn dark news. still seeing a bunch of posts about necann. i'm glad i've been to events, but felt i had no place going this year. i don't think i've been when working in the industry, but definitely when i was younger. took a much needed shower today and trimmed up. then went to whole foods and petco. nearly bought the exact same things from each store, from i got yesterday. took the amg out though, and always get excited to drive that beast. let it warm up right, cold start was rowdy as always. deffs got some good pops and bangs. fuckin car is so quick too, and so exhilarating. however i did get this great beer as well called "termination". spent a lot of time looking at crafties to get, and ultimately chose this one although it being a triple ipa. 10% abv and damnnnn smooth. i'm on my second one tonight. sipping out the duvel big round chalice that i got from an xmas yankee swap one year. but anyway, getting a hit back on an application from only yesterday was an esteem boost. seems like a company tha could really use my help, and that they'll have a lot of work cut out for me. falling in love a bit quick as i do my homework on them. keeping in my mind that its only a teams meeting planned for next week but was still the first i've heard in a week. this last week has felt like freedom. but also emptiness. i do miss my last job, and still trying to get a good understanding of how it ended. but it feels a lot like the lat time heather and i broke up. i had reached my breaking points with them months ago, and never recovered. but they cite a recent mishandling of a heroin related customer incident at the store, which i can see how they perceive as mishandling, but damn it really felt good to get fired. i just walked out they of my term. instant relief, not much to finalize with them either. anyway

running out of steam with my writing. im glad i did. btw, song of the day came from nowhere. i somehow had the song stuck in the head, and i searched a rough idea of the lyrics with xxxtentacion and nailed it. i've had it on repeat all day since. had it on loop in the car, and had it on loop during this whole session. a classic way i've listened to my favorite x songs, a repetitive lyric design with just guitar chords or sample. feel like he's here with me, just sharing his emotions with me.

came to love his music after a distinct memory of mine, being when i shurgged off his death as i read him to be an abuser in his relationship. came to realize he had remorse in his actions, and was on a mission that i never would found out myself. this girl told me he was one of her favs, and that's when i got into him. his music still took time to grow on me, but ive now listened to most of his music, and i think all of his albums, all the way through, multiple times. 17, ?, skins, bad vibes forever, and some of his early stuff from mixtapes and singles. but yeah, quite a learning and growing experience. ending sentences on the 4 beat, or like a significant strum or beat, just feels so good.

rest in peace jahseh.

thank you for helping me open up my mind in so many ways.

here's to me, and the life i've lived and will continue to complete. excited to see where life takes me. for now, a nostalgic night of no responsibilities, weed and beer.

signing off.

[bi-ftm-on-main]

anxiety disorder? i hardly know her

Ok so I had bought this suction dildo ages ago but never really used it stuck to a surface, just for handheld stuff, cos theres not a lot of suctionable surfaces in my house and i have to wait for everyone to leave and its a whole thing. anyway.

I tried it out the other day in the shower at like hip height and just like folded over and leaned into it which worked better than any other position I've tried, effort and logistics wise, and was vibing like that for a while. my initial thoughts are as follows:

i had to use so much more lube than expected. like i knew dryness was a thing that happens when on T but i was quite surprised, i was adding (a tiny bit) more every couple of minutes id say

i really couldve gotten a bigger toy actually. its 7 inches atm but with my fat ass it kept falling out and it was kinda annoying

it was fine, pleasure wise. like not particularly mind blowing but still alright. like 7/10. definitely scratched an itch tho ya know

i really gotta be trimming my pubes more cos that shits not helping anyone

my boobs were in my face and i didnt appreciate it

and yeah i kept at it for a while just to see if i could cum from it alone, which i havent been able to do yet even when using it handheld. but like isn't that a thing, that most people cant cum from penetration alone? im fairly sure.

i have been trying to use the toy more tho cos one thing that im worried about for when i do eventually have sex is squirting.

on rare occasions i will squirt when i use showerhead to -- oh yeah thats another thing. i unironically refer to masturbating as 'beating my meat'. it started in high school and im sorry but it kinda seems like its here to stay. well up until the day i have to say it in conversation then ill dissolve and escape down a storm drain --

anyway, i was going at it and it was building but not really enough so i just was like ugh fine whatever and unstick it off the wall and started using it handheld + clit stuff -- t dick stuff? I personally dont have heaps of bottom dysphoria but i havent decided -- just so i could cum. it had been a while and my sex playlist was running out of hozier songs. yes im putting that information on the internet, sue me.

but like i was going at it two handed and it was working a treat and even after i came i kept going -- i was pushing myself because i wanted to see if i would squirt because i want to be prepared for this stuff -- and omg. bro omggggg.

measuring the time by songs id say that i came for, at minimum, three whole minutes.

like cos i was pushing myself so i just kept going with the two hand method and it just kept going and i kept going and it kept going and i had to change to one hand cos my fingers were tingling and it kept going. man.

i only stopped cos de selby part 2 was starting to wrap up -- no one look at me -- and i just layed there for a while longer just with my hands tingling and feeling light as air.

it made me think of that one twitter thread i think of that straight girl who got fucked by a lesbian and was all happy to go to work the next day even though she fucking hates her job. that was me bro.

i put my clothes back on and headed right back to the computer ive been sitting at for two days straight finishing assignments with a new lease on life. i was giddy mate. giddy. ugh

um yeah. moral of the story, i didnt squirt even after having my guts be pounded for like half an hour. thank you for cumming to my ted talk.