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@fasciinating -- If you haven’t seen this yet... I promise you, it’s worth your time.

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// The cybertruck is a laughably piteous device. Setting aside the embarrassment of design flaws, this hideous shmuckwagon looks like it came straight out of GoldenEye. Did Tesla cancel its NX subscription in favor of rendering the shell on a Nintendo 64? Does the wankpanzer come with big head mode?

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// When you realize a former mutual has hard-blocked you... and you actually feel more relieved than anything else, because the last time you talked they had asked if you'd be willing to write things not just outside your comfort zone but specifically on your Rules page as something the mun and the muses aren't into.

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// I was saddened to learn of the passing of the legendary Tony Todd earlier this week. He's been a persistent presence in my consumption of media throughout my life, but I see it as a crowning triumph that he got to portray one of my all-time favorite comic book characters.

Thank you Mr. Todd. Whether as the Candyman, William Bludworth, Kurn, or Venom... your work will always have a special place with me.

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It wasn't possible for Eddie to know the things Heather refrained from telling him during the daytime hours, of course, and so their thoughts were unavoidably disparate when it came to notions of helping her manage some sort of stress relief. Even Eddie would have to admit that he was fairly basic in considering solutions regarding the management of emotional and psychological health... though that was surely owed to his own circumstances growing up.

Not that it was anything he felt like thinking about in a moment like this. No, in his ascent up out of the abyss of sleep, he had become aware of how his body was moving, what his uands were up to. It had started off as a wickedly erotic dream, which had probably been stoked by the fact that there was a naked woman directly beneath him... and so in the dream he had simply gone with the flow.

But when shaking out the cobwebs of sleep and realizing that he was groping Heather in the realm of reality, there had been two options at hand. One, to apologize and retreat to the chair -- two, to lean into it and give her a choice. It wasn't that he'd intended to molest her helpless body. It had... simply turned out that way. And it was true that he wanted to give her something to enjoy, something to look forward to, something to break the misery of the situation.

Her slow, emphatic nodding was the clearest signal she could possibly send him.

The hand cupping her breast gently kneaded her flesh and alternated between massaging and gently twisting her nipple. He lifted his other to his mouth and drew his first two fingers along his tongue to wet them properly, then sent them back down between her legs to more earnestly seek out her folds. He could feel her twitching as he parted her and caressed the petal softness there. Such an event should be a gentle greeting... and it was with that in mind that he sought out the pearl of nerves just a little higher, just a little deeper...

There. There she was. Shy, helpless, trembling, anxious -- but she was there. And his touch was the sweetest massage of reassurance across that sensitive space... letting her know that he had no intention of abusing her, but would take care of her the best way he knew how.

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Three Hours Later -- Had Eddie been sleeping in the chair, nothing would have happened. But he wasn't sleeping there; instead he was draped across Heather like a man-shaped blanket, and in his sleep, his body had begun shifting about restlessly. It's entirely possible that in the haze of unconsciousness, his hands didn't recognize her for who or what she was. But if one were to reflect on it, one would be hard-pressed to answer for how his hands eventually began to slip across her bare skin at various angles. First her arms, then down her sides and hips... one wound up underneath her, sliding up to cup one of her bare breasts, while the other was drifting ever closer to the divide of her legs. And he most certainly could not have been asleep when the stubble of his chin grazed against the crook of her neck, and he breathed a gentle warm breath into her ear. It couldn't have been coincidence that the soft shudder of that breath came in the same moment that the solid bulge which she'd felt earlier was pressing against her asscheek. Somewhere along the line, he had to know what he was doing... right? His voice sounded quietly against her earlobe. "I don't want you to feel bad all the time... I wanna make you feel good... I'll stop if you shake your head no... but I'll keep going if you nod yes."

She whined softly in confusion as she started feeling someone touching her. Heather was asleep, barely awake as she whined and moaned. The grip on her breast brought a little more attention, making the intention very clear. This wasn't just movement as they slept, this was intentional. The words were very clear even as she drifted along the line between awake and asleep. She nodded slowly, whining into the gag.

Heather was scared and worried that something would happen to her from the moment he found her. But, she wasn't fully awake and that kept her mind a little damped down. She wasn't in panic mode. She was always in panic mode when she was awake. Heather normally needed medication to sleep, but she'd been exhausting herself as she cried or tried to run off. She was also too nervous to tell Eddie what she needed. It would be impossible for him to get for her, so she didn't want to humiliate herself by asking.

Heather just managed the panic and, when it got too bad, she tried to run off. She was a person who constantly felt panic, but she was doing her best to handle those emotions alone until she finally just started crying in his lap.

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with all the posts that are floating around just a general psa for my partners

i will always do a platonic pair — even family 

i will ALWAYS take your females

i want your muses of color 

i will do aus that are canon (and not) 

aus that don’t involve romance 

i am okay with you losing muse for a thread

i want multiple threads even with the same muse 

tag me in posts 

i am OPEN and honest so just slide in my messages even if you’re just having a bad day

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Three Hours Later

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Had Eddie been sleeping in the chair, nothing would have happened. But he wasn't sleeping there; instead he was draped across Heather like a man-shaped blanket, and in his sleep, his body had begun shifting about restlessly.

It's entirely possible that in the haze of unconsciousness, his hands didn't recognize her for who or what she was. But if one were to reflect on it, one would be hard-pressed to answer for how his hands eventually began to slip across her bare skin at various angles. First her arms, then down her sides and hips... one wound up underneath her, sliding up to cup one of her bare breasts, while the other was drifting ever closer to the divide of her legs.

And he most certainly could not have been asleep when the stubble of his chin grazed against the crook of her neck, and he breathed a gentle warm breath into her ear. It couldn't have been coincidence that the soft shudder of that breath came in the same moment that the solid bulge which she'd felt earlier was pressing against her asscheek.

Somewhere along the line, he had to know what he was doing... right?

His voice sounded quietly against her earlobe.

"I don't want you to feel bad all the time... I wanna make you feel good... I'll stop if you shake your head no... but I'll keep going if you nod yes."

Heather was anxious as she felt an unmistakable bulge against her thigh. She was always nervous, but he really hadn't done anything to hurt her and she didn't think there was really a reason to worry. So, she didn't mention that it had happened. It was just an awkward position because she was tied down and spread out on the bed. That was fine. It was honestly her fault in a way.

Heather accepted the tape over her mouth, knowing that struggling against it wouldn't really get her anywhere. She was literally immobilized other than her head and he was trying to help. It was better to just let him gag her and it honestly wasn't even that bad. As much as she kind of hated it, she was starting to adjust to their routine. She was lonely, but she had honestly been lonely before. People didn't really talk to her much before all of this, but it was the socialization in general that she had missed. It wasn't like there was anyone in particular to go back to, just a desire to not feel alone.

Once the tape was over her mouth, Heather nodded to his words and closed her eyes to try getting some sleep.

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I am so beyond sick of that bloated, rotting, addlepated, vicious orange tumor.

I am not ready to look towards the next step yet. I need a few moments to grieve the idea I had of my country. I'll get my dander back up in due course. But not today. Today I am angry and exhausted and disheartened, and I am nursing my bloody nose.

But Lord knows I've taken my share of bloody noses before. And I will get back up.

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I hope none of you disappear in the coming days. Seriously don't do anything that can't be undone.

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Even though he knew she couldn't see him from this angle, Eddie still nodded in sympathy. "Yeah. I'm hearin' ya. It's not really fair. You deserve to have somethin' better than this, bein' just trapped in a room or the suitcase all the time. We're gonna get you out an' about. I do wanna give you somethin' to look forward to, an' feel good about."

He shifted in place, seeking just the right position for him to settle into atop her. That shifting caused the feel of something solid to brush against the inside of her thigh, and even though it was shrouded by denim, the truth of it was unmistakable. After all, why should it not be?

He hesitated for a moment, wondering if he should say something about it or not. Should he apologize? Pretend he hadn't noticed? In most other circumstances, this might be a scene of foreplay rather than of actual captivity. If only she didn't keep trying to run away every time he untied her.

It was on that thought that he finally brought both his hands forward and in front of her face, the strip of tape held between them, and tugged it tightly across her mouth.

"Sleep well," he murmured.

The tremulousness of her voice drove a split between Eddie's eyebrows. Poor girl. When one took a moment to evaluate what she'd already been through, the only conclusion one could truly draw was that she was at the end of her rope. Her life had been turned completely upside-down and it must have looked as though he was doing so little to help her get back on track. Her space was so narrow, so isolated, and the only person who's even seen her at all in two weeks, never mind touched her, has been him.

A little comfort was the absolute least he could do.

He stroked her cheek again. "God. Yeah. Of course I'll do that." He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, then looked her in the eyes. "I'll be right here with you. An' just... I know I'm not givin' you the best life ever. But I swear I'm tryin'."

He set aside the spool of tape, then stood back, then pulled his shirt up and off, revealing his full musculature beneath. He'd been a football player and a dedicated weight-lifter in a previous life -- his muscles had muscles. His pants, however, he left on, a silent acknowledgment that she might be too embarrassed or frightened of what he intended to do with her in such a position.

He picked out a position on the bed settled atop her, but braced so that his weight didnt crush her into the mattress. It was true that with her spread out in the middle of it, things were a bit awkward... but then again, that summed up the entire situation, didn't it?

The warmth of his chest pressed fully against her back, and his mouth was near her ear as he took up the spool again. The sound of the strip tearing away was loud in the quiet of the motel room.

"This okay?"

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The wording of Wanda's offer was such that Bill wasn't entirely certain how to take it, at first. But there was something profound in both her body language and her biometrics. He could sense that her heart rate had become more rapid. Her pupils were dilated. The flush in her face was all the more evident. And at her waist, both her hands were turned backwards with fingers interlaced at an awkward angle, as though the strain of such a posture might give her an outlet into which to pour any anxiety she might have been feeling in the moment.

As he considered the conglomeration of data before him, it occurred to him also that sexual arousal was a thing considered taboo to remark upon aloud in many human cultures. He tilted his head to one side in a parody of the human expression of curiosity. That she would elect to not only point his out, but then offer her assistance, suggested some very profound feelings being put into the air between them.

Strictly speaking, he didn't need to breathe. But a flutter in his chest made the air shudder around the teeth at the front of his muzzle, and he cautiously moved closer to her.

"I understand that for humans, there is reluctance to reveal what clothing enshrouds. That there is fear of embarrassment. For Korbinites, such a sharing is a gift. For one to willingly expose oneself to another is a gesture of solemn trust."

He held his hand out, gently taking hold of -- and instantly dwarfing -- hers. "Should an accidental exposure occur, the onus is upon the beholder to exercise discretion… for theirs is now a treasure to respect, or to shun."

He met her gaze with his own. "Upon our first meeting, Wanda… you beheld that gift, albeit not in its entirety. And though it was not intentionally shared, you have respected it ever since. You have been honorable, and you are a trusted and cherished compatriot."

He dipped his head closer to hers. "You may speak plainly, Wanda. This, you have earned, along with my trust. What… help… do you offer me?"

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While it might have been a bold move, saying something like that out loud to someone that she hadn't been with, Wanda knew she needed to be honest with Bill if she wanted anything to happen between them. If Bill didn't take well to what she had said, then she could apologise and tell him that she didn't want them to lose their friendship over it. But if he did take it well, then that could be a chance to go further, to lead to more.

"I guess it's more that.. perhaps I could do something to help? I don't want to be so bold to assume that the bulge has anything to do with me but... maybe I could help you out.." God her cheeks were feeling warm as she spoke. She hoped she wasn't making too much of a fool of herself in that moment.

"Perhaps. I can't lie, I am curious to know what lies beneath. Whether we might be compatible?"

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Both of Phil's hands held fast about the heavy glass in which he was still nursing two sips of his drink, but he didn't flinch from her gaze. Rather he leaned forward in his seat and planted his elbows on his knees, peering closer at her, as though daring her into a staring contest.

"Does that really sound like something I would do?" he asked, offering the faintest tilt of his head. "Doesn't sound like me to me. And I know me pretty well." Then his eyes narrowed. "Hang on. You didn't say that to make me feel better, did you?"

His lips quicker up at the corner. "If not, maybe you'd indulge me, and tell me about what runs through your mind. How I grab you. Where I put you. And just what gets you hot and bothered imagining my way."

I keep fantasizing about you grabbing me and having your way with me (Leigh for Phil; @mxrvelouscreations

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"Is that right?"

Phil's reply was accompanied by his trademark Mona Lisa smile, though it carried an undertone of satisfaction to it. It wasn't the first time he'd walked her back to her flat; in truth, it wasn't even the first time she'd invited him inside. But it was the first time she'd offered to open up a bottle of something a little more special than what she kept at her bar.

They'd both been carefully nursing the amber beverage, neither meaning to exceed their limits. But tonight had loosened their tongues, and he'd already turned her bright red by telling her how beautiful she was... inside and out.

This? This was a different sort of revelation. Raw. Unvarnished.

And far hotter than anything he could have expected her to say.

"And what if I told you... you're not the only one of us to imagine that very thing?"

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The tremulousness of her voice drove a split between Eddie's eyebrows. Poor girl. When one took a moment to evaluate what she'd already been through, the only conclusion one could truly draw was that she was at the end of her rope. Her life had been turned completely upside-down and it must have looked as though he was doing so little to help her get back on track. Her space was so narrow, so isolated, and the only person who's even seen her at all in two weeks, never mind touched her, has been him.

A little comfort was the absolute least he could do.

He stroked her cheek again. "God. Yeah. Of course I'll do that." He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, then looked her in the eyes. "I'll be right here with you. An' just... I know I'm not givin' you the best life ever. But I swear I'm tryin'."

He set aside the spool of tape, then stood back, then pulled his shirt up and off, revealing his full musculature beneath. He'd been a football player and a dedicated weight-lifter in a previous life -- his muscles had muscles. His pants, however, he left on, a silent acknowledgment that she might be too embarrassed or frightened of what he intended to do with her in such a position.

He picked out a position on the bed settled atop her, but braced so that his weight didnt crush her into the mattress. It was true that with her spread out in the middle of it, things were a bit awkward... but then again, that summed up the entire situation, didn't it?

The warmth of his chest pressed fully against her back, and his mouth was near her ear as he took up the spool again. The sound of the strip tearing away was loud in the quiet of the motel room.

"This okay?"

Eddie gave her a nod. "Yeah. I think we can make it work. You'll be able to be outside. You'll be able to be around people. But, you can't run from me. An' if you're able to manage that, then I can come up with more opportunities to let you out and about."

He made her lie down, then secured each wrist and ankle, each elbow and knee, so that she was spread-eagled face-down on the bed. He already had the chair off to the side set up for himself, a sheet and pillow ready for his use. Even restrained, she would still get the more comfortable accommodation.

He passed his palm along her back and shoulder blades, then affectionately stroked her hair. He could see her open mouth, already waiting for the gag that he'd found her with, but after a sweep of his thumb along her cheek, he shook his head. "Nah. Not gonna strain out your jaw, not gonna make you drool all over yourself tonight."

Instead, a black tentacle oozed out from the inner joint of his elbow and dipped into the duffel bag in which he'd brought Heather into the room, and withdrew a spool of tape that it deposited in his waiting hand.

He stroked her cheek again before starting to peel a wide strip away from the spool. "Hey. Before lights out. Is there anything else you need? Anything I can give you?"

They've already been through a litany of things he couldn't give her... but it was always a question worth asking each night. It allowed them both to hope things would be a little better each following day.

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Eddie gave her a nod. "Yeah. I think we can make it work. You'll be able to be outside. You'll be able to be around people. But, you can't run from me. An' if you're able to manage that, then I can come up with more opportunities to let you out and about."

He made her lie down, then secured each wrist and ankle, each elbow and knee, so that she was spread-eagled face-down on the bed. He already had the chair off to the side set up for himself, a sheet and pillow ready for his use. Even restrained, she would still get the more comfortable accommodation.

He passed his palm along her back and shoulder blades, then affectionately stroked her hair. He could see her open mouth, already waiting for the gag that he'd found her with, but after a sweep of his thumb along her cheek, he shook his head. "Nah. Not gonna strain out your jaw, not gonna make you drool all over yourself tonight."

Instead, a black tentacle oozed out from the inner joint of his elbow and dipped into the duffel bag in which he'd brought Heather into the room, and withdrew a spool of tape that it deposited in his waiting hand.

He stroked her cheek again before starting to peel a wide strip away from the spool. "Hey. Before lights out. Is there anything else you need? Anything I can give you?"

They've already been through a litany of things he couldn't give her... but it was always a question worth asking each night. It allowed them both to hope things would be a little better each following day.

Eddie felt his heart going out to her for her earnest reply, and his touch upon her became that much more gentle and thoughtful. He'd gotten used to being an outsider in isolation from others, but Heather's needs couldn't be the same as his own. And the fact that she was acknowledging the necessity of hiding her away made it all the more heartbreaking that she wanted what seemed so impossible for her to have.

Except...

Eddie shifted in place, and his hands went to work on releasing the straps binding her elbows and her wrists together behind her. As he worked, he quietly asked, "What if there was a way I could let you out in the sun for a day or two, an' be around people? I mean... I'd have to keep you secure, of course, but if it means that much to you, I'd wanna at least try to meet you halfway on it."

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Today is too important in the USA to not perform my civic duty.

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Americans... please vote.

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Eddie felt his heart going out to her for her earnest reply, and his touch upon her became that much more gentle and thoughtful. He'd gotten used to being an outsider in isolation from others, but Heather's needs couldn't be the same as his own. And the fact that she was acknowledging the necessity of hiding her away made it all the more heartbreaking that she wanted what seemed so impossible for her to have.

Except...

Eddie shifted in place, and his hands went to work on releasing the straps binding her elbows and her wrists together behind her. As he worked, he quietly asked, "What if there was a way I could let you out in the sun for a day or two, an' be around people? I mean... I'd have to keep you secure, of course, but if it means that much to you, I'd wanna at least try to meet you halfway on it."

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Eddie gently stroked Heather’s hair and back, nodding in sympathy. “I know, babe, I get it. You’re feelin’ helpless an’ stuck in a situation that wasn’t your fault, an’ it’s lonely an’ scary. If you can believe it, I know how a lot of it feels. Maybe not the exact way you’re feelin’ it now, but… S'okay. You can cry it out with me.” He stroked her hair again, carding his fingers through it and drifting along her scalp. “Might not always seem like it but I wanna make things right for you. So, can you talk to me about what you need most right now? Let me try to figure out some way I can make it happen.”

Heather wasn't stupid, she knew that he always kept the gag within arm's reach in case she started screaming. She was kept bound because she had a tendency to run. She knew he was going to tie her down tightly before bed, but she couldn't help not really caring when he was just holding her and letting her cry.

"I-I... It's just lonely, ya know? I'm used ta bein' locked away. I know it's because that person is still lookin' for me... But, I just miss goin' out in the sun. I just... I miss people." Heather knew he likely couldn't do much to fix that problem. The entire reason she was there was because she couldn't be seen without it being a risk. But, she just wanted to go outside without the rush of him quickly carrying her when they were moving again. This was the most traveling Heather had ever done and she hadn't seen anything.

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Eddie gently stroked Heather's hair and back, nodding in sympathy. "I know, babe, I get it. You're feelin' helpless an' stuck in a situation that wasn't your fault, an' it's lonely an' scary. If you can believe it, I know how a lot of it feels. Maybe not the exact way you're feelin' it now, but... S'okay. You can cry it out with me."

He stroked her hair again, carding his fingers through it and drifting along her scalp. "Might not always seem like it but I wanna make things right for you. So, can you talk to me about what you need most right now? Let me try to figure out some way I can make it happen."

"LAP." [Eddie/Heather]

send in "LAP" for the sender to guide the receiver down to rest their head in their lap.

Heather shivered as Eddie carefully moved her head onto his lap, whimpering and crying. Sometimes, it all just became too much for her to handle. She had never had too many things, preferring to live simply. But, the anonymity and isolation were starting to get to her. She was trapped with a man that she didn't know and was frankly afraid of. Heather was a runner, so he did still need to keep her carefully under wraps. It was too much for her and she struggled to cope.