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running-with-kn1ves · 8 days

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Sleepy Afternoons

A/N: Teehee ngl I just wrote this as a period comfort fic indulgent for myself. I hope you nerds enjoy it as much as I liked writing it!

CW: AFAB reader on period, jokes of breeding, using a dragon as a heating pad, pretty much just fluff

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Synopsis: A lazy Sunday, the perfect start to a week on your period where you'll be constantly pestered by your dragon boyfriend.

A dragon’s hoard in times long before consisted of fine jewels and immense mounds of gold, shiny objects as far as the eye could see. Whether it was stuffed in the depths of a cave or deep in the forest, a hoard barred spikes and “DO NOT ENTER” warnings; whether they were legible or not was never up to the righteous dragon’s responsibility.

Adventurers and bandits never heeded these signs of caution, getting stuck in the narrow holes meant for dragons to shimmy through or meeting their demise through puzzles and endless booby traps-- such monsters were thorough in keeping their treasure safe. Any item that caught the creatures attention could be found in their rich reservoirs, even if they were mere wave-smoothened stones from a lake, an old lover, or a prettily decked-out concubine that was too tempting not to take.

That however, was centuries ago. Dragons, like the rest of us, must conform to modern society, technology too powerful and people too abundant to go around flying and terrorizing just to get one’s hands on a pretty penny.

Your boyfriend, once a ravenous creature with a cave of glittering gems and fine craftsmanship-- that he may or may not have maimed many blacksmiths to steal-- now resided with you in too big of a bedroom. You had argued before buying the apartment; who would need this much space? But his hoarder tendencies clearly made up for the abundance in space. Gaming consoles, silvery granola bar wrappers, aluminum dollar store trinkets, books with glittery covers-- the floor was almost unseeable with his trash and treasure mixed together. He wasn’t necessarily dirty-- in fact every item had its own spot and preferred place, which is why it killed a piece of him any time you threw away something that should not be “decorating” your shared home.

Though as you practically took care of both of you, it was hard to keep up being the caregiver in the relationship. Especially, on your period. Sunday, what a perfect day, to realize you had a whole work week ahead of mood swings and lower abdominal pain, all mixed with the gory massacre you’d face every time you went to the bathroom. Your cramps didn’t usually come in this early of a start, but it seemed like nothing was going quite right today.

“T’s wrong, darlin’?” Your draconic, crusty-eyed boyfriend mumbled into your back. “Somethin’ hurting…?”

He had been asleep since noon, ignoring the stream of yellow shining down on him from between the cracks of the blinds. But with those poor eyes and slightly above average listening skills, he completely ignored the sun and heard your groans of pain as you curled into a ball. The aching in your lower tummy was like hellfire, crisp burning and somersaults of your organs unlike any other pain than usual. Nothing was helping, no cold rags or medicine, it was like your infinite headache and body pains were destined to consume you.

“C’mon baby answer me, I wanna help..” He pouted again.

“Just my stomach..” You downplayed, not sure if you could handle his frantic coddling if he realized you’re period started. The last time you made the mistake of doing so, you had pads stacked to the brim in your bathroom cabinets and tampons in your closets, the mass shoplifting endeavor of his creating even less space in your home. Well, atleast you were set for the next fifty-seven or so cycles.

“I just need to rest n’ I’ll be fine, soon…”

Another wave of pain came through, head ringing as soft nails raked up and down your sweating back.

‘When will this be over,’ you wondered.

Maybe that horrible breeding endeavor your boyfriend was always obsessed with was worth it if it meant you wouldn’t have to suffer through this for nine months. Yeah, just nine months of morning sickness and bloating and growing a whole dragon-human parasite inside of you. But hey… the making part wouldn’t be too bad, and atleast you would be crotch-pain free.

Man, now the pain was really talking through you.

“Yer period, right?” Your dragon wonders, scratching the back of his head. He’s more awake now, and you wish he was still passed out grabbing onto you, even through the sticky sweat from his body heat. “I’m sorry baby…I know it hurts. What’you want me to do?”

“How’d you even know..” You groan, almost annoyed at how keen he is. Next thing you’d know he’d be shoving some pretty pawn shop jewelry for you to hold to distract you from the pain.

“I don’t think.. You want to know. And well there’s the obvious, I noticed you changed the bed covers.”

Oh lord, was he talking about that split tongue-nose smell-ability ‘dragon thing’ again? Could your embarassment get any worse?

“Does that mean you’ve… EVERY TIME? Every time you knew?”

He sheepishly fell into the new sheets of warmth, those dark eyebrows lifted in innocence.

“Sometimes before you knew, I think.”

Officially, you wish your boyfriend was asleep again. Maybe you’d just strangle him to end this mind-numbing conversation.

“What can I do?” He repeated. “Get you more pads?”

“No.” You shut him down as soon as the words left his mouth.

“What then? A snack, more pillows? Now’s the time to be babied, you know. Unless you’d be okay with me coming to work with you--”

You groaned, partly to shut him up and to vocalize the squeezing, contracting inside of you.

His clawed fingers came to cradle your belly, right below your belly button on your pelvic muscle. He rubbed, just gently, back and forth with a slight pressure as your head buried into the sheets beneath you.

“Just this.. is fine..” You murmur, feeling hot, humid breath exhale against your neck, emerald green slits baring into your twisted expression. He was watching you, the way your body reacted, the little signals of discomfort.

You heard a slight flutter of his wings as they adjusted, his body fitting against yours like a puzzle piece; it was nice to be the small spoon again, rather than cradling your needy dragon lover like a cocoon as he so often desired.

The dragon slowly pushed a leg between your bunched knees that stuck together, getting easier access to your tummy. His palm was so warm, as the torso flushed behind you kept a reassuring prresence. You almost turned on your back to get his palm farther against your stomach, the slight pressure and warm temperature soothing the ache in your lower back and groin.

“You know… I could always breed ya, then you wouldn’t have to--”

“Don’t try to convince me right now.” you spat, turning into him as his hand worked magic, the other brushing hair off of your neck and cheek. “That’s not an option, especially right now.”

“Well, at the very least I can make you feel good. Might ease up some of the pain, yeah?” He laid back down to lean in closer.

You sighed; he clearly didn’t understand the discomfort and embarrassment that his oh-so keen intimacy would bring you right now. You loved the sentiment, and maybe you’d be up for it if you weren’t solely thinking about your physical misery, but you barely had the fortitude to look back toward him.

Your dragon buried his flared nose into the top of your head, lined against you like a perfectly shaped heat blanket.

“You wouldn’t even have to do anything.. I’ll do whatever makes ya feel better.” His other hand snakes beneath your hip against the bed mattress, pulling you back toward his body even closer, if possible. The warm, spiked fingers tapping alongside your pelvic bone made your skin spark, your lower stomach buzzing with numbed pain and a fullness that made you want to sleep for another week. “I don’t like seeing you like this.” He frowns. “Your face.. You look so, uncomfortable.”

“Wow, thanks.” You jab, feeling a heated tail slither up your knee, to your thigh. It almost flicked in apology. “Mm.. Just stay my heating pillow and I’ll be fine.”

“I can do that.” The confidence in his voice worries you, knowing he’ll do an unnecessary load of more than you asked for. Your fetal position was gently yanked free, a pounced creature on your back as you’re forced onto your stomach. “I’ll be the best spiky heating pad you’ve ever seen.”

The strong, scaled forearms of your draconic spouse come to wrap around your hips, a burning touch ringing from his skin, worming his way beneath your comfortable pajama pants and shirt, skin on skin as his body temperature rises to accommodate your desires. His forearms seem to ripple against you, fingers tickling your sides as his legs trap against your thighs from above, most if not every length of his body pulsating against yours like a live, scaly cocoon intent on making you his personal plush, and he your sweet, warm monster.

“Feel better baby…” He kissed at the nape of your neck, sandpapery forked tongue popping out to lick away your sweat. “It’ll be over soon.. I’ma make it all better.”

You leaned deeper into the stuffy mattress sheets, the pressure on your abdomen welcomly encouraged as you push as far as possible into his fiery hands.

“I’m betting on it.” You muffle into the pillows, squirming your hips against his his body, warm chest and carved quadriceps surrounding you. The slight pressure of his inner thighs against your hips was welcoming, his mounted position atop of you seemingly odd to an outsider-- but you didn’t care how weird it might’ve looked, as the calm of your gutted abdomen took over.

You yawned into the side of the pillow as you turned your head, lifting your hips just a little to soak in the heat radiating from behind you.

“Awe’d, so sleepy huh? Need a little nap?” the dragon behind you poked.

Who knew a murderous, millenium-old dragon would be sweet-talking you so gently-- just a few centuries ago he was murdering travelers for stumbling just a few steps too close to his prized hoard.

“But I just woke up.” You protest, upset at the sleepiness of the afternoon that was rubbing off from your draconic lover on you. “Got too much to do, can’t lay in bed all day..like you.”

You groan into the pillow as a wave of cramps hit you, only slightly set ajar by the gentle massaging of the skin above your pelvic bone.

“Hrmm.” Your boyfriend thinks, shoving his warmly snout against your neck. “I guess it’s unfortunate that I’m not going to be letting you go then. Not allowed to get up until you feel better.”

You laugh, taking one of your dragon’s toasty hands to your chest to hold onto.

“I’ll be here all week, then.”

It was here you felt the safest, the warmest, the most vulnerable and easily devourable-- well, thankfully dragon’s didn’t particularly have a taste for the flesh of humans. Shutting your eyes, you let the guttural ‘hrmm’s’ of your dragon lull you to thoughtlessness.

“If that’s what it takes..” He presses a deep kiss close to your forehead, relishing in the sweet scent of your hair. The huffs from his nose tickle the back of your ears, such petrichor warmth and humidity so reminiscent of past lazy mornings. “You’re not going anywhere, my diamond.”

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scarletttries · 1 year

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Kendall Roy x Age-Gap! Reader Headcanons:

Pairing: Kendall Roy (Succession) x Reader

Author’s Note: I've had a few requests around headcanons for Kendall Roy and a younger reader, so please enjoy these few thoughts. Fellow succession fans please send me more of your Roy family thoughts! 😊

- Despite recently celebrating his 40th birthday in questionable style, Kendall considers himself a young soul. Ever since he was a kid, he's always been in rooms full of middle aged professions, rather than the fun peers his own age he craved, and he's never quite grown out of that need to feel young.

- So when you come into his life, working hard at one of the many charities he's chosen to support in his efforts to rehabilitate his image, he feels a new type of excited affection.

- Kendall has to make you think he's cool. It doesn't matter what it takes, your approval becomes the sole focus of his day immediately. But in a contrast to the way he's had to live a lot of his life, he finds you warm up to him more and more the less of an act he's putting on. As he starts to share his true thoughts and feelings he sees you start to enjoy spending time with him more, putting in the effort to make plans with him without seeming to care about the mile-long reputation he drags everywhere behind him.

- Ken is obsessed with going to the latest clubs and dive bars with you and your friends, knowing anywhere you are will be infinitely cooler than Stewy's latest list. He loves being able to splash cash and get you whatever you want, but it also means the world to him when you sneak off to buy him a drink, even if it's the worst one dollar shot he's ever tasted in his privileged life.

- If you're into social media, prepare to help Kendall set up his own account despite everyone at Waystar begging him not to. I'm thinking a Tik Tok full of him dancing around on-trend, showing off his ridiculous life and trying as hard as possible to get you involved in all his videos.

- The exception to that is that no matter how many times you explain, Kendall has never once grasped the concept of BeReal - every time he spends forever trying to set up the perfect shot, and every time he's confused when he misses his window.

- Kendall definitely still texts like it's the 2000's - expect unnecessary abbreviations, excessive emojis and hashtags thrown at the end of messages for no reason other than entertaining you. Now that Kendall knows about dick pics, it won't be long until he's begging for pictures of you too (respectfully of course.)

- Kendall would never admit to not understanding a meme you showed him, desperately image-searching and cornering Humphry until she reluctantly tries to give him enough context to send a witty response.

- If you're into keeping up with new music, expect Kendall to demand you make him regular playlists to keep him up to date, adding his own recommendations proudly. If you prefer things a bit more classic then Kendall will feel incredibly validated by your exceptional taste.

- Kendall would start off a little self-conscious about dating someone younger, feeling like a stereotype of every powerful man he's ever met, and worried about the power dynamic being doubly-off between his age and his family status. But all those feelings would fade as he grew to realise that he is having so much fun. For the first time in his life he could just be himself, and be accepted. He wasn't overthinking and strategising with every breath, he gets to just really enjoy all the time he spends with you.

#writing #fanfiction #one shot #requests #kendall roy headcanon #kendall roy x reader #kendall roy #kendall roy succession #succession imagine #succession headcanons #succession imagines #succession #succession hbo

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anarchy-and-piglins · 10 months

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😁 Just had a thought!

Human Compass Pirate Au! (Dark SBI Flavor)

The Ocean is an infinitely vast place, full of magic, monsters, and danger. But, most who sail the seas never witness a wink of it. Following tried and true trade routes, the worst they have to deal with is long boring months at sea, tasteless food, and the ocean's unpredictable weather.

Well, and Pirates.

Those seeking adventure and treasure know that the only way to find the Ocean's magical secrets is to use magic on its own. To find pieces of magic like keys to open up the Sea's secrets. And magic is hard to find. A mermaid's comb. A secret chord. A sigil etched in lime. Such things are necessary, but rare.

Technoblade's father wasn't always a mapmaker.

Before Techno was born, his father was a Naval Officer. Not super well known or accomplished, but he was good at his job. An upright soldier. Honest and brave.

Until an encounter with the dreaded Pirate Captain Philza saw him lose his ship, his men, and his leg all in one day.

He was discharged, unable to uphold his duty. He was given a sum for his trouble, but not nearly enough to live on for the rest of his life. He didn't have a trade before he became a navyman, and even if he did he was down a leg.

But he knew the sea, and began to make maps.

Shitty maps. He was no artist, after all, and was selling them cheap just to get a few coins. He barely scraped by, saving as much of his severence pay as he could. But it was getting hard now that he had a child on the way.

One night, he spoke to some friends and they told him of a way you could earn a boon from the sea. So, he made his way down to the beach with great difficulty, a cruch holding him up as he crossed the sand. He found three sand dollars, a mermaids purse, and an opalescent piece of coral that reminded him of a piece of the moon itself. He tied them in a new wineskin and buried it in a dry tide pool and waited for the tide to rise.

When it did, he saw a woman step from the ocean, beautiful but offputting. She dug into the tidepool, and pulled out the bag and looked up at him. She asked him what he wanted, and he replied that all he wanted was his map business to flourish. She smiled, nodded, and left.

Years went by and though Techno's dad's skill in drawing increased, his maps still sold poorly. And the severance was close to gone. He was stressed.

Barelt more than a toddler, Techno loved to watch his father work, so his Dad had him help draw maps. Maybe Techno could gain some skill, and then when he was older he could surpass his dad.

But, by mistake, one of Techno's childish maps was sold instead of his Dad's map. Techno's dad was worried, because it would be a blow to his business if people thought his maps were bad.

When the customer comes back months later, Techno's dad is already apologizing but the customer just slams down a bag full of gold and demands more maps. Techno's dad was confused, but the customer explained that by following that map, he had found a treasure filled island and was now wealthy far beyond his dreams. He wanted every map the man had.

Techno's dad was smart, and sold the customer all of Techno's maps. Then he turned to his son.

They worked as a team, after that. Techno's dad drawing the maps at Techno's direction. Techno grew and their business grew. And they became more and more wealthy as their business gained renown.

And...Techno's dad changed.

Techno mourned the fact that his dad no longer played with him. Then mourned the fact that he was given less and less time to leave the house. Then he was given less and less free time, all his time devoted to maps. Then, his father decided that Technoblade was skilled enough to draw the maps himself! And then!

Technoblade was very lonely. He used to love mapmaking with his dad. But his dad was now more often out talking to important people, not Technoblade. His dad was rubbing shoulders with old naval buddies who had ignored them during his Dad's discharge. It got worse when his mother died.

When Technoblade tried to reason with his dad, the man brushes him off. Or his dad guilt trips Techno into working harder. Or he yells at Techno, calling him selfish. And Techno just feels very trapped.

Honestly, he very rarely ever sees the sky, trapped in his father's shop. Most barely knew what he looked like, almost never found outside the shop.

But, while magic is rare, some people know how to find it.

He's sixteen when it happens.

Techno is in the back when he hears the front door open with a slam, and rushes to the front as he hears his father shouting.

Techno gets to the front to see Pirate Captain Philza with a pistol to his Dad's head. Techno freezes, looking at the group of pirates that have swarmed inside the shop.

Philza, surprisingly, recognizes Techno's dad. Apparently, Techno's dad had done something that impressed him. Mocks him for a while over the lost leg, but then demands Techno's dad give him whatever magic tool he was using to make the maps. The maps that led to treasure and magic and other impossible things.

Techno's dad denies having anything like that. And Philza frowns, orders some of his men to check the backroom. Techno is pushed aside, and it's only when he stumbles that Philza turns an eye on him. Techno freezes as he is looked over, something calculating in his eye.

Philza's men come back, confirming that there was nothing magical in the shop. Techno is inwardly freaking out because holy crap, the pirates aren't going to find what they want and then they are going to kill them?

But Philza is still staring at Techno, taking in the ink on his fingers and the apron full of tools. And he notes outloud that the first dozen or so maps from the shop were said to look like a child drew them. That they were far from professional quality, but that they were the first ones to take to treasured lands.

Techno and his dad are silent, both not sure what to say.

Philza gives the order for his men to grab Techno. Techno struggles for a moment, but stops when Philza cocks the gun still held to his Dad's head. The men bring Techno close to Philza and Philza stares into Techno's eyes, looking for something.

And he finds it.

He doesn't even look over at Techno's Dad before he asks "How Much?"

Techno's dad emphasizes that he would not give his son away for MONEY. Philza rolls his eyes and tells him that he will either lose his son and not get paid, or he will lose his son and have gold.

Techno's dad is silent a moment, before he names a price. And Techno is floored, absolutely aghast that his father would-

Philza shoots his dad before Techno can even come to terms with what his father said. Philza smiles at Techno, before ordering his men to grab as many of the mapmaking supplies as possible. Techno stands in shock as the pirate ransack his dad's shop, watching his dad's body grow cold.

Philza and his men drag Techno to the harbor, where the Angel sits in port. Techno is almost carried onto the pirate ship. Techno tries to struggle, but he makes no headway.

He's locked in the brig, the ship pulling out to sea, and he may be on a boat but he is DROWNING in confusion.

Captain Philza puts Techno to work, making maps for the pirate crew that would allow them to find the treasure island, but also find impossible ways to circumvent the trade routes. This way they can get ahead of navy ships with ease.

Techno doesn’t really have the ability to refuse, so he complies.

Cue slow burn bonding with pirates, eventually shifting from prisoner to comrade. Growing accustomed to life at sea. But part of him cannot forgive Philza for murdering his dad, even of his dad had tried to sell him at the last moment.

Philza, recognizing this, explains more to Techno

Its revealed that his dad had already planned to sell him anyway. The Navy had offered his father an IMPOSSIBLE amount of money to get Techno. They would wipe out the pirates, once and for all, and would rule the seas. All the treasure would go to the crown. All magic would be made SAFE.

Techno would be trapped forever within some naval base far far from the sea, constantly mapmaking and never experiencing for himself. And that was wrong.

The reason magic would pull you to the sea is because it is returning to where it came from. Magic belongs to the sea, and to the sea it must return. The sea had never meant for Techno to be trapped, when it gave its gift. It was a gift, not a curse. But had Philza not intervened, Techno would be very very trapped.

Techno wouldn't believe Phil, at first, but something would convince him. Idk. This is as far as I thought ahead. I hope you like.

AAAAAAAH, Lenn hitting it out of the park again.

My first thought would go to who else is on the boat. Tommy and Wilbur are obvious choices but a pirate crew is usually a bit bigger than three. So who else do we 'darkify' for this? Tubbo? Ranboo? Niki? Eret? Fundy? Idk, but it's fun to think about.

Also thinking about Techno perhaps discovering more magic in himself as time goes on. Especially if he's connected to the ocean and now finally returned to it (or a lot closer to it than he was in the workshop anyway). Does he unlock any other powers or even physical changes?

As for drama, well, I suspect the Navy isn't too happy to let their promised magic tool go ;)

#asks #dark sbi #technoblade #thoughts #FAV

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mr-up-on-a-downer · 1 year

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yeah it’s weird when people dive headfirst into waifu culture and end up like, entering “relationships” with fictional characters but in today’s age of parasocial relationships exploited for monetary gain the guy with the body pillow is infinitely less pathetic than the dude spending hundreds of thousands of dollars on irl people just to get their name read aloud on a stream.

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xenomeowph · 11 months

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okay im gonna pony up and actually do this, but i need some help fairly badly

at the start of april a feral cat crawled into an engine and in my efforts to get it out, it bit me on the hand something gnarly. to save face i’m not gonna post pictures of the wound itself but rather the notes from my medical visit

anyways, what this summarizing down to is that i have 5k in medical debt because i got bit by a cat

as such with my current payment plan i am paying 200+ dollars a month in order to pay this off, my insurance already drained me of 600 dollars earlier this month in regards to a DIFFERENT medical bill.

i’m a bisexual trans man living in the middle of nowhere, im working on getting a better job in the city but as of current i will need to drive 40+ miles every day to get to work, and many jobs out here only are intaking with experience in specialized fields or pay less than what im making now (12/hr)

i’m not looking to pay this off entirely on mutual aid, but at least pay it down some so that i don’t have to lean on my parents for the next couple months, because i will be expected to pay them back twofold if i do so. if i can get this down to 100 dollars a month that would be infinitely more manageable. in addition i have two cavities i need to get filled at the end of this month (june) so truly anything helps!!

i only get about 400 dollars a pay check right now so this would totally wipe me out!!! if you want sketches, or small colored commissions in trade i can do that, please ask for examples and i can share orz

my vnmo is @ djslime and my csapp is $internetwizard, if you only have paypal please dm me and i can send you mine- it has my deadname attached!!! if you need more proof feel free to dm too

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charmedreincarnation · 1 year

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So if I enter the void state and manifested things like millions of dollars or like a totally completely different life, do I technically shift to a reality where I have all that? Isn’t that like the same thing of reality shifting to a better cr?

Yep shifting is manifesting. You’re not moving or going anywhere, reality is just a reflection of the state. The Only thing that changes when you do either is what you choose to reflect, hence why you can go anywhere,be anyone, etc etc. if you can think it (you can think of anything and everything, mind is an infinite expanding reality) you can become.

I think the two concepts are divided because most people shift or whatever to movies and shows and since we think we can’t manifest fiction then there has to be a complete new concept for it. But I mean if you’re thinking on the logistic grounds of this reality you shouldn’t be able to manifest changes in your body, personality, voice changes, and people either so idk why “shifting” (manifesting the state of being in attack on titan) is any different or less real than manifesting (shifting your awareness to the state where you have) blue hair from thin air. again it’s because you’re not changing anything aside from your mind that’s why it’s possible regardless

#law of assumption #void state #manifesation #reality shifting #manifesting #law of attraction #shiftblr

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nonegenderleftpain · 1 year

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Had someone see my post about being starved as a kid and asking for tips on how to survive eating that little, and I am highly suspicious it was an ed blog looking for tips. I'm not going to give advice on how not to eat, but in case it WAS a serious ask, I'll give my advice on surviving when you're dirt poor.

You want cheap, calorie-dense foods. Your concern is not to eat healthily - healthy isn't an option when you have ten dollars a week and no means of cooking. If you're in a situation like I was - homeless with no money - dollar meals are your friend. You want to take every penny you can find, put it in a bag, and take it with you to McDonald's. Don't go buy vegetables at the store, because there are not enough calories per dollar in peppers and carrots. Take those pennies to McDonald's and get meat. The calories and protein in a burger patty will take you farther than the pure starch of fries, so you're gonna want burgers. You can get a McDonald's burger for a dollar, and that is what you're gonna want.

The most important advice I have is to make sure you eat every day, even if you're eating less than if you saved and bought a whole meal. You need the energy to get you from one day to the next, and the risk of an insulin flood knocking you on your ass isn't something you can afford if you have to keep moving. Get a burger, eat it, and hold those dollars for the next day. Keep doing this until you're able to land work that can pay you enough to feed you more, and even then, do not get a meal that is veggie based until you know where your next week of meals are coming from. Get veggies in your food if you can, but you are not going to survive homelessness on salads. If you can't get protein in a meal, you need starch, and if you can't get either, then save your money to guarantee your next meal will have both. Those sugars, fats and proteins are what your body needs to keep from completely breaking down, and eating is more important than eating healthy food.

Track down where your closest food pantry is. If you're unhoused, you're gonna move where you're sleeping closer to that pantry. If you're sheltered, you're going to figure out what the closest shelter is to that pantry and move there. Then you're going to skip a meal and spend that money on a can opener. That can opener is now your most prizes possession. Most foods that get donated to pantries are canned or boxed, and if you don't have access to a stove, those dry foods are useless to you. You're going to load up with the cans you can carry, and here is where you can get some veggies. You still need to prioritize meat, fat, and starch, but canned green beans and starchy veggies like corn are going to give you back some of your vitamins that your body is lacking. Rebuild your strength, and slowly work up to two meals a day instead of one. If you've been going without much food and you try to chow down the minute you have access to more, you're going to get sick. Prioritize small cans so you can eat everything in it at once, and carry more full meals that way.

Then, you're going to track down your closest library. When you're there, you're going to ask them to help you contact the closest social services to you. Tell them your situation - if you have a warrant out for something like petty theft, tell them that. They will help you find services that will not turn you in, and will help you start to find more permanent shelter. There are not a lot of safe places for unhoused people, but your library is. The people that work there are safe, and you can stay there as long as they're open and not have to spend a dime. I cannot stress this enough - librarians will *help* you.

This isn't infinitely sustainable. Your body cannot survive forever on this. But this is your best bet for keeping fueled while you get to a more stable situation. Take advantage of cheap calories. Stay hydrated. Focus on calorie dense foods and space out your meals. Don't wait until you're passing out to eat, because it's already too late, and you leave yourself vulnerable and unsafe. And ask for help. Libraries are a social safety net. You have computer access to make a resume, save it on Google docs. Apply to local jobs. Ask them to point you to the closest publicly available shower, like certain truck stops. Spend as much time there as possible, out of the elements, and let them know your situation. You'd be amazed the resources they have for you.

Good luck and stay safe.

#homelessness #poverty #how to be poor #survival tactics #disordered eating tw

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chaifootsteps · 6 months

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Vivziepop dropping heavy amounts of merch multiple times throughout the year was a terrible idea because her fanbase isn’t made infinitely of money and can’t afford to spend hundreds of dollars on every drop.

Hell, she’s even expecting her fans to spend close to $200 on a Hazbin Hotel pre-order package, despite them admitting they’re struggling to or can’t afford anymore stuff.

Vivziepop is desperately trying to suck them financially dry.

Without giving them anything more substantial than a handful of ugly pins and keychain, no less. It's the kind of thing everyone laughs at Bethesda for, now in indie animation form. Thanks, Vivzie.

#Anonymous #vivziepop critical #vivziepop fandom #actual blog post

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santoschristos · 10 days

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Eye of Providence

"The false self wants. The true self has."

YOUR CONCEPT OF SELF IS A LIE

"How many unconscious lies are you saying I AM to? There is only one concept of self you need to aquire. When you shift your identity from a less serving to a more serving identity instantaneously a bunch of rules and values change, beliefs change, behaviors, and language will shift to meet the new identity/concept. So, how do you know the most ideal high leverage identity? Wouldn't it be great to have your dominant identity match up with the truth of the infinite energetic I AMness of infinite possibility and infinite potential that is All That IS every second of every day? Shifting your core root paradigm is as simple as Accepting and Choosing to believe that you are the Source of infinite potential and possibility. The moment you realize and truly feel and know that if you are infinite there cannot be any scarcity, if there's no scarcity there's no lack. If there is no lack this means there was previously only mental chatter and perceptions and interpretations experienced through the lens of previous programming or a False Self concept and delusion.

This False Self includes beliefs that you're unworthy, not good enough, guilty, ashamed, unlovable, and unsafe. You were not born with a label on the back of your neck that says defective or broke or afraid or undesirable but we behave like we were. If you act from a false premise, you will get a false result. Likewise, if you manifest from the false self you will get a false outcome. The false self is the conditioning that takes over after we are born. False beliefs, programming and identities like I'm guilty or unworthy, money is evil etc. creates the false self and overrides the true self.

You were born because the Infinite Intelligence realised the Earth Plane could no longer live without you. Once you do transition, your highest identity becomes clear, I AM that or All That IS. If you can transition into this concept beyond an intellectual understanding and into the reality that you as an infinite being can express anything and are worthy, good enough, lovable, not guilty, unashamed and safe and secure, then you realize most of your previous beliefs and rules and values were a lie. You will also see that most of your previous language and behaviors were motivated by untruths which put you out of integrity and separate from your Godself, feeling like a limited being in a scarcity universe. When you change your core paradigm from the False Self living a lie to your True Self living the truth, everything changes and your life will never be the same."

UPPER LIMITS

"A new state may override resistance and/or parts/subconscious beliefs but it often won't override an upper limit. An upper limit is your personal barometer or comfort zone. You may manifest a million dollars but your upper limit will ensure you spend yourself back to your comfort zone (state of origin or primary state). This is typically called "self sabotage".

The ego is not a singular entity but rather a composite of a multitude of parts/identities. Some of these parts don't want what you do (main personality) and will take over the main personality and ensure they feel safe by relieving you of your manifestation which it perceives to be a threat. Self sabotage is then a flight to safety for a threatened part that is exiled/wounded."

"What is the cause within?" should be your go to mantra. If you aren't asking yourself this question multiple times a day you are not being proactive (5D Awareness) and probably stuck in reactivity(3D).

TRUE SELF

"You are not in 3D. You experience 3D from 4D & 5D."

"You are consciousness, this means your awareness is local and non-local. Your awareness can be in more than one place at once. Imagination is the 5th dimension. The Fifth Dimension is an inter-dimensional reality that exists outside of the normally accepted space/time continuum. Humanness is created in a fifth dimension. It is the gap which is filled by imagination. Next time you're daydreaming try catching a glimpse of your 5th dimensional self. Then, assimilate yourself into the 5D you, feel the majestic brilliance of your true self. Now, look at your 3D version, and project all of your 5D magnificence into the 3D you and assume that power and glory. Once you See, you can never unsee. Always remember who you are. Be You and everything will come from you effortlessly and automatically."

"We can't change our mind from our mind. We can't change our primary state from our primary state. We can't manifest into the 3D from the 3D. Imagination exists on another plane. Imagination and abstract thought is what allows us to perceive and see into the 5th, 6th, and possibly even higher dimensions. Next time you meditate, leave all of it behind. Journey out through your heart, beyond the earth's atmosphere, through the galaxies all the way to the Sun then ask for permission to enter. The inner Sun is feminine, the rays of the Sun are masculine. The inner Sun is pure love. Imagine from there."

FLOW STATE

"If you want to manifest faster, take your attention away from yourself by asking "what does the universe want?" or "what does Gaia want?" If you let go of yourself this puts you in the Flow State. To remain there just do what comes next."

--The Eye of Chance

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storiesofsass · 8 months

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The whole Unity drama can really only be described as 'How to completely fuck yourself and everyone else over' but in a actually comedic how stupid this was kind of way.

Like let me explain.

Warning long post but for a good reason.

Unity practically runs (or soon to be ran) the mobile gaming spare. There's a reason for this as Unreal's mobile port kinda sucks(it's gotten somewhat better recently) and alternatives like Flash are dead.

So mobile games like

All Mihoyo/Hoyoverse games so far (Genshin Impact, Honkai Impact and Honkai Star Rail, Tears of Themis)

Disney's Twisted Wonderland

Yu GI Oh master duel

Marvel Clash

Pokemon Go

Among Us

Fate: Grand Order

Ensemble stars/Ensemble stars music

Obey Me/ Obey Me Nightbringer

Path to Nowhere

Arknights

Dislyte

Temple Run/Temple Run 2

Subway Surfers

And many many more will be affected by this change. In fact, it might just be easier to list the popular mobile games that don't use Unity.

Now from a purely capitalist point of view(and ignore common sense), every game I just listed there is a potential million dollars or more. A literal infinite money generator especially gacha games that thrive off of a install and uninstall loop.

But, there's no way they could actually enforce any of this.

Mihoyo/Hoyoverse and most Chinese gachas use a version of Unity that's only available in China and is basically it's own thing. Meaning that it's unlikely that the changes are actually going to affect them. But they did say the changes apply to 'emerging markets' so don't hold your breath.

Games like Twisted Wonderland, Fate: Grand Order, Pokemon Go etc. are licensed games aka they'll be messing with the likes of The Pokemon Company, Komani and Disney. Who would probably take them to court or shut down if it was barely profitable enough before than have less profit.

Game companies(mostly female focused ones) like Happy Elements(Ensemble stars) and Solmare(Obey Me) actually make more money from merch and irl events than the actual games.

Which leaves the rest. Who may not be able to get by. Like the creators of Among Us who would likely go bankrupt if this change were to happen. Or older games like Temple Run, Angry Birds and Subway Surfers who no longer make that sort of revanue anymore.

The problem is 'the rest' is basically 90% of the users of Unity on mobile and a giant chunk of the mobile gaming market.

So instead of an infinite money generator, most devs are going to shut down and either remake on a different engine or shut down completely.

The minority that can pay either might not have to (Chinese gachas) or are unlikely to/litigation bait.

So not only did Unity shoot themselves in the head but they somehow managed to put the billion dollar mobile gaming market in jeopardy.

And this is just mobile gaming, this doesn't include PC, Xbox, PS4 games. Unity is pretty easy to learn and was cheaper than Unreal for a beginner/ Indie dev so they basically dominated that market as well.

And the same problem persists there as well. Those who could afford it aren't going to pay and the majority of users can't actually pay the fee and are going to delist or switch. So the entire market ends up in jeopardy because it's at risk of losing a giant chunk of it.

All for an infinite money generator that anyone with a brain or at the very least had a basic understanding of the gaming market could see wasn't going to work.

The shortsightedness to even think this was going to work is astounding. The stupidity is astronomical.

#unity #long post #indie dev #mobile gaming #I want to see them fight the mouse though #back alley fight of the year

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transarsonist · 8 months

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You know why corporations Hate the idea of "value as currency" as opposed to some kind of Fiat or de-facto currency?

It's because in a value as currency system, hyper inflation and trade based currency devaluation simply does not function.

What do I mean by value as currency, well let's compare the value of a 1960s era USAmerican penny, to a Modern penny, to the Worth of those pennies as currency.

The value of a modern penny is, by necessity, ~<$0.01, approximately on average less than one penny, because it is a fiat currency and producing it at any loss is detrimental to the currency exchanges. So it's value Must be at least marginally less than it's worth so that the cost of production is roughly equal or less than it's worth approximately

What does that mean? Well put simply the modern penny does not HAVE value, it only has worth. The usefulness as currency is it's only purpose for now and all time.

Compare to the older penny which was an alloy of copper and zinc, and whats more an alloy that retains intrinsic value to this day, pennies made prior to 1976 have a Value that is GREATER than their worth. 100 pennies of sufficient age can be melted down, purified, and resold as more than $1.00 worth of copper and zinc. It is illegal to do this as it is considered "destruction of government property"

The reason for this logical and systemic mismatch is hyper-inflation. The Worth of the dollar has decreased faster than it's Value has increased.

In a currency system that uses value as worth, exchanges will be more complex, but inflation has a sort of "bottlecap" that cannot be uncapped

y grams of gold will always be y grams of gold and if people start charging more grams of gold for the same item eventually the problem will stop the economy from functioning because there simply is not enough gold, enough genuine Value in the economy to support that hypothetical price point. No longer can an infinite amount of hypothetical or digital or fresh printed money be created ad nauseum for the sake of infinitly increasing year to year profits for the simple sake of number go up. It will be that much harder to detangle the idea of price from the idea of worth from the idea of value.

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surprisingmarch · 2 months

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~-~Your big break~-~

M!Grey Alien x F!Human Reader (NSFW) Rating: 18+

Story Type: Thriller/ Romance/ Smut / Fluff

4,577 Words

-Y/N = Your name- -L/N = Last name-

Music I listened to as I wrote: Aesyme · My Jam

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You exhale deeply as you carefully count the money in the register. You love this job and all, but all the social interaction can get a bit overwhelming, even for a extrovert like you. People having malfunctions with their game pass cards, all the kids complaining about their favorite arcade machines being broken and claiming it's the only reason they even came here and expecting you, the clerk, to be able to do something about it… all the declined cards and bribes from entitled parents, which, of course, you don't mind helping someone pay who is ACTUALLY in need or genuinely just didn't know that they had no money left with no bribe needed, but all the entitled rich doctor parents who just want to cheap out really make you grind your teeth. You've gotten good at reading people because of this job, you can tell when someone is lying within a instant. Mostly because of all the karens who try to get a free game pass because there was a "bug" in their food, or "the cook was mean to me and I think he spit in my food.". Jeffery has a heart of gold and you've known him for YEARS. Yeah, he's a quiet giant, but that doesn't mean he's a dick, asshole. It just makes you mad that everyone bullies him out of everyone, you assume it's because he's half Indian and a lot of people think he's mixed because of his skin color. Not to mention he's built like an ox and could snap someone in half, god forbid anyone goes to the gym and has a good work out routine who isn't white.

And you HATE how crowded this place is on Saturdays, which was today. It certainly doesn't help that the arcade is in the center of a giant super mall, which means even more customers wandering in wanting food or to game. God.. you REALLY need to talk to Martha about not working on Saturdays.. It's one of the hardest days to work here and of course you ALWAYS get booked all day for it EVERY SINGLE TIME because the manager only trusts YOU to watch these infantile new comers and make sure they don't do anything stupid or rash. Once you had a 16 year old guy start a fight with a customer over a girl that he didn't even know, he just called "dibs" by flirting with her as she bought her card and he got mad because she had a boyfriend already. These teens are trouble and you hate dealing with them. Being the favorite has is perks… endless breaks on the clock, infinite sick days.. but it's got it's downsides too. Being one of the first employees Martha hired and being the only one who's stayed (other than Jeffery, who's was hired way after you and has been here for five years,) makes you her top worker. ..How long have you been here? You started working here at sixteen.. and you're twenty three now.. so that makes… about 8 years. "Damn, I'm getting old." You mumble to yourself. Never the less, you still wish she'd schedule someone else to watch these damn kids.

You close the register and begin to close the arcade. You turn off all the lights, make sure everything is in order and no one is hiding some where trying to do some sort of twenty-four hour camp out video, then lock up. You hope no one ever figures out that this place doesn't have a security system, you're constantly paranoid about it. You have no idea why the hell they don't just add one, you know they make plenty of money. Hell, you make twenty dollars an hour, that's damn good, especially in today's economy. There's no telling how much money those assholes bring in A DAY, let alone over all the years. It would be nice if they took their employees safety into consideration. Your keys jingle as you lock up, you exit through the back door behind the kitchen which leads to the front of the mall. You start to walk home along the sidewalks, you were lucky enough to bag an apartment about three miles from the mall, so you never really need to drive to work, only when it's raining or snowing, or when the sidewalks are crowded. Once you're home you make one of your favorite meals, watch Netflix, then go to bed.

The next day was a bit slower, it's Sunday so many people are too busy going to church or doing some kind of religious practices to go to the arcade. Luckily, Martha only schedules you for half the day on Sundays since you do such a good job on Saturdays, so you get off at two twenty pm.. which was five minutes ago. As start to exit the building you dramatically wave goodbye to Jeffery. "Farewell, kind beast. I shall miss thee." You say playfully. He chuckles and waves you away, once you're outside you feel free. Finally, the hell is over and you are off for a few days. What will you do first? What kind of awesome adventures will you go on? You ponder many scenarios as you start to speed walk down the sidewalks, not really paying attention to where they are leading you. After a few minutes of walking you end up down town at the park. "Ah, Central Park, how I missed you." You think as you breath in deeply, expecting the air quality to be at least a little bit fresher than the city around you, but it barely is, if it is at all. You exhale, mildly disappointed by the smog smell surrounding the park. You enter the park and start to walk on the trails until you reach a hot dog stand, you get in line and notice a cute hipster guy with a whole colorful stoner vibe going on in front of you. He has a colorful beanie on too, you think it really solidifies the look. You tap the man's shoulder right as he receives his hotdog, he turns around, mid bite, and looks at you. "I love your outfit." You compliment. He chews his food then swallows before he responds. "I like yours too, very springy. Hey, what do you want? I'll buy you a dog or two. Or twelve.. if you can handle that." The hipster smirks, you chuckle in response. "Alright.. I'll take twelve then… if your wallet can handle it." You quip back. He quickly pulls out a hundred and hands it to the stand employee. "Keep the change. I know it's hot and you work hard, you've earned it." The hipster said, never taking his eyes off yours. He has beautiful dark brown eyes, now that you've gotten a closer look at him, he's an absolute babe. He looks to be in his early twenties too, your dating age range. You bet he's a model of some kind for perfume ads or something.

He holds his hand out. "Johnson, Johnson Lee Jones. It's a pleasure to meet you" You shake his hand and introduce yourself. "Y/N, Y/N L/N.. and the pleasure is all mine." A mischievous smile spreads across his face as he lets go of your hand. His handshake was strong, yet soft.. you bet he's a giant softie in bed. Probably still dominant but likes to be babied. One thing's for sure and it's that he seems very keen about eye contact, he hasn't taken his eyes off you since he ordered the food. You get this unnerveing feeling from him, which just interests you more. He feels… almost like he isn't quite human.. or from this planet, at least. Who knows, maybe there are humans on another planet some where. You decide to ask some personal questions to see if he'll slip up and maybe that will confirm if he's some sort of monster or cryptic being in a flesh suit. "What do you do for a living?" You query, you place a hand on your hip as you wait for a response. "I work for a modeling agency, I pose for the equivalent of a "playgirl" magazine." He response calmly. You examine him carefully, his body language is open and care free, he has his hands to his sides and he seems awfully calm to be lying, so you assume he's telling the truth. He takes another giant bite out of his hotdog, sauce drips down the corners of his mouth and he licks it off. His tongue seems.. abnormally long.. it seems genetics has blessed this strange man. "Well, modeling would definitely explain his flirtatious nature." You think. Right as you think that his brows furrow, almost like he can hear you. "Your twelve dogs." The standee calls out to him, his neck snaps in his direction, almost concerning fast and he quickly picks up the bag of hotdogs. He swallows his absolutely ginormous bite of food. "To a bench? Or to my place?" He asks. Damn, he's good. Really good. "To the bench.. for now." You stick out your tongue and head towards the nearest bench, he follows suit. You both sit down under a bench right under a giant oak tree with a lamp post to the left side of it.

He sets the hot dogs in the middle of you both, probably so you don't feel creeped out by the strange flirty man next to you. His eyebrows furrow more, and he frowns deeply. He grumpily takes another bite of his hotdog with a long sigh. You notice he just got a regular ol' ketchup and mustard dog, maybe it's his first time trying one. "Alright, why do you look so pissy?" You interrogate. He looks at you and pauses for a moment, his face flushes and he looks off to the side as he answers you. "I was just thinking about… something that bothered me earlier.. It's not important." "Such as?" You query, he's very obviously lying to you. His eyebrows furrow more and he looks back at you. "I don't wanna talk about it." He answers, his voice is shaky and a single bead of sweat drips from his temple. "Okay, so you can hear my thoughts? Interesting." You announce, letting him know for sure that you're on to him.. if he didn't know already. He looks down at the ground."What on earth are you talking about?" He queries. You decide to test him once more, you imagine you and him having a fantastic time on your couch and his face flushes the brightest red you've ever seen in your life. He looks directly in your eyes for several seconds before looking back at the ground in defeat. You laugh in response and stop imagining. "Okay then, glad we got that out of the way. What are you, an alien?" You ask, he continues to stare at the ground as he takes his final bite of hotdog. "I don't know what you're talking about." He states calmly, even though he's clearly blushing bright red and you can see a visible bulge growing in his jeans. Damn, he looks like he's packing. "OKAY! Can we please go some place else?" He asks nervously. He picks up the bag and quickly sets it in his lap, you give him a few pats on the back before you continue to chow down on your hot dog. "We can go to my work place, it's an arcade.. they aren't very busy on Sundays and there's a few machines in the back we can play on for free if you want." You respond with your mouth full, he quickly stands up and starts to walk in that direction. You calmly stand up and stretch, before catching up to him.

The walk to the arcade is silent, but the obvious tension between you two isn't. You both obviously have a thing for one another and you've both expressed this in on way or another already. For once, you have no idea what your evening is going to turn into. You rub his back comfortingly to try to soothe his embarrassment and his little friend. He sighs and after a bit you notice his pal calms down little by little. You use your special giant set of keys to get into the back of the arcade, you slip them back into your pocket and slip into the building, John follows behind you. John quietly shuts the door and surveys the area. Behind the kitchen is a make shift break room like area with a black curtain separating it from all the action, there's a few of those white tables and those shitty metal chairs you can buy from Walmart, but other than that, there's really nothing special. To the right is a wall lined with arcade machines, there's about eight or nine of them, each beaming with color and playing quiet sounds.

John walks over to one of them and gazes into the screen, it's space invader… how fitting. "Oh.. that one has been acting up lately, it keeps glitching out right before someone wins, it just.. restarts? I think it's a wiring problem." You inform him. John gently brushes his hand across console of the machine and a zap of electricity jumps out of it and into John, he quickly pulls his hand away. His form starts to glitch, almost as if it were a hologram, then suddenly, it disappears completely, revealing his true form. A small, grey alien with big black eyes, with a slightly charred palm wearing some kind of black belt with a currently steaming and electrified rectangular device in the center of it. Other than the belt he is wearing no clothes. He stares at the of his hand and flexes his fingers little then he looks up at you. "Holy shit-" You gasp then look towards the commotion past the giant black curtain then back at him. He looks rather annoyed, he crosses his arms and huffs. "You're a grey alien?" You whisper scream at him. "No." He responds calmly, attempting to gaslight you, you presume. You glare at him before you look around for a place for him to hide.. the employee bathroom! You grab him by the arm and pull him to the furthermost wall where a single black door stands and open it. A small bathroom is revealed, a toilet, a sink and some items such as some spare toilet paper and bottles of hand soap sit on the back of the commode, otherwise this small room is pretty empty. You push him inside and enter yourself before closing and locking the door. "We'll stay here until the arcade closes, it's Sunday so it'll close earlier than usual. It usually closes at about eleven thirty but on Sundays it closes at five… I think for late church sermons?." You explain, he sighs in response.

He props himself against the wall and puts one of his feet against it. You lean against the sink slightly and pull out your phone from your back pocket to check the time. "Great news, it's four forty four. So only about twenty minutes in the bathroom." You announce quietly, you turn off the lights to the bathroom so no one realizes you're both in there. It would be awkward for Jeffery to find you still here after work, you wouldn't know how to brush it off. John does not respond, but you can feel his eyes peering into you in the dark. You slip your phone back into your back pocket. After several minutes of silence you decide to speak up. "So.. why are you disguised as a human anyway?" You ask quietly. "Really, do you think NOW is the time for that?" He whispers back, sounding quite frustrated. "I just feel like I should know before I try to help you fix your weird little belt and help you escape. I mean, if you're planning on wiping out the human race.. I have no other option but to keep you hostage." You respond. He grumbles something in a different language under his breath. "Observing." He answers point blank. "Observing… humans?" You offer. "No. Observing you." He answers quite blatantly. "W h a t?" You ask, quite dumbfounded by his response. "There's a reason why you felt so gravitated towards me, on your last abduction you and I really hit it off.." He trails off. "We only abduct you once a month to take some DNA… skin tissue.. to examine so we may further our understanding of your race. We do this with several people but it's not the only type of research we do." He responds. "What el-" You get cut off by him. "None of your business. Further more.. I have always been the one that abducts you.. We've only been doing so for about five months counting this month… and I started to grow rather attached to you, and you to me.. So I decided to tail you today to see what you do on your break from work so I may offer my affections to you one day as a human so we may start dating like a normal couple. However… you proved to be quite forward and observant, more so than I had anticipated. I wasn't planning on making contact with you yet, but you contacted me first, and here we are." You hear his arms hit his sides as he finishes. Your jaw hits the floor, he's been stalking you because he has a crush on you? That's adorable. "It is not adorable and what you thought to expose me was also not adorable. That was very inappropriate, you should be ashamed. What if I was some sort of beast looking for a mate? On another note, you thought I was a monster? Thanks for that, by the way." He huffs. "Wh- But- But I thought you could have been a chupacabra in disguise or something. How was I supposed to know I would nail the exact thing you were?" You grumble.

You hear footsteps approaching the bathroom and your eyes widen. The door knob jingles and you hear a huff of annoyance through the door. "Damn it… Y/N has all the keys.. I'll just use the public one then.. Ugh.. nasty." It's Jeffery, you feel bad for not letting him in but this is important. Sorry, Jeffery. You hear his footsteps walking away and once the vanish you pull out your phone once more to check the time. It reads "5:04". "Always on time, good boy, Jeffery." You mumble as you turn and unlock the bathroom door and slowly open it, it barely creaks but it's enough to echo through out the room. You peek out and see all the arcade's lights are out. "Okay, it's a go." You scream whisper. You flip the bathroom light on and are immediately greeted by John's alien penis. He's leaned against the wall with a hand on his cheek and his other arm over his rib cage, his legs are slightly crossed and based on the giant circles you assume are his pupils, he's looking to the side at the wall. He taps his cheek with his pointer finger, you notice he only has four fingers that are quite long. "Did I mention that you're nude when I take the skin samples? If not, here's the proof." The hand over his rib cage gracefully motions towards his penis then returns to sender. You blush wildly, you didn't know aliens could be such perverts. Though, his love for you does seem genuine. He was going to try to discover things you liked to do before taking you out on a date, that's more effort than a lot of men put in. It's weird, but wholesome. His penis is a bit thick and very long with a thinner tip at the end, almost like a tentacle but not quite. Maybe it used to be one?

A whitish liquid spewed out of it at some point and is covering the tip, it dripped down the base and into the floor where it is still dripping silently. A deep blueish hue appears across his cheeks and small nose. "Would you like me to help you with that?" You offer. Quite frankly, you're REALLY into it. He looks over at you and stares for a considerable amount of time before he finally answers. "Fine, but I get to pleasure you in return if you pleasure me. It's only fair." He answers. You nod and walk over to him, you sit on your knees and you don't even hesitate to reach up and grab the beginning of his shaft. He gasps slightly and uncrosses his legs, then he sits on the ground in front of you with his legs spread apart widely so you have a better angle to work. You slowly start to stroke his cock with a firm grip, deep guttural moans start to escape John's agape mouth as he starts to gasp for air and buck against your hand. With each increasing stroke of his cock, his moans get deeper and louder, he craves more and more of you with each passing second. He keeps a slow, rhythmic pace, occasionally pausing to push himself deeper into your hand. "Ughh!~" He moans loudly, you feel a slick start to pool in your underwear as his cock spews some precum onto your hand. You use it to slicken his base even more. He starts to try to grip the floor beneath him but can't seem to find anything to hold on to. Suddenly, you're laying on the floor and John in between your legs, humping your clothed crotch. "Ohh… alright." You say as you start to take off your pants and underwear but within a blink of your eyes they are off of you and folded to the side neatly. You look back at John, he is holding your legs apart, desperately awaiting your approval.

"You can enter, but if you can get me pregnant you better find a way to avoid it." You respond. "Got it." He mumbles as he slips into your entrance. You gasp in response, a deep longing sensation within you is finally satisfied. Seemingly not just physical, but mental as well. You feel like you've longed for him for years, if not your whole life. You core burns like fire as he thrusts gently and rhythmically against your uterus. He tilts your pelvis to the side and pushes as deep into you as he can. You moan loudly, unable to contain your cries of desperation. You grip around his neck for stability and John smirks at your neediness. "Your sensitive orgasmic tissue is right.. here." With a deep thrust, he points out the exact area he is referring to. You moan louder, already feeling that familiar feeling of combustion weld in your core. He starts to thrust deeper and harder, he groans loudly as his rhythm begins to speed up. You start to buck into him, not caring how desperate you may seem, you know you love him, you just don't want to admit it yet. You know you know him well, you can feel it, you can almost remember bits of it, your relationship with him, but you can access it yet. You think about what it would be like to ride him and within an instant you are on top of him. He's sitting in the floor awaiting you to gratify him. Your arms are loosely draped around his neck, you grab him by his cheeks and give him a big kiss then drape them back across his shoulders. John flushes an even brighter blue. You start to quickly hump him. He gasps for air as he starts to feel his completion. Before either of you could cum he teleports back on top of you with his hands on either side of you. His thrusts quicken more and it feels as though something is touching the inner walls of your mind. You both simultaneously finish, you both scream out in pleasure and you swear you can hear his moans within your mind. As you both come down from your high, his quickened thrusts become sporadic until they cease completely once you have officially had as much as you can handle.

John collapses on top of you, he weighs barely anything, and you know for sure that you're mind welded or something. You can feel him within you, inside your head. "Good girl… who's my good girl? My, what a wonderful lover you are, indeed. I'll have to get you a present later." He praises you, you can hear him speak in your mind now. Great. Who knows if this can be reversed. You slap his non existent ass in response to the praise, you get a small yelp out of him and a glare. "And I"ll remember that next time." He says lowly as he starts to get up. "Wait I didn't mean it, come back." You plead, a small frown forms on your lips. "Honey, I'm bringing my ship over here to pick us up. It's not like I can just waltz around the mall in this form. I can affect the way I look for people from at least a couple hundred feet by altering their mind, but that's as far as I can go. It's just quicker and safer to do it this way." You feel an unseen force pick you up and you follow John out of the bathroom and outside, you clothes fly beside you and land on your face. You huff and pull them onto your chest. "You could have at least put my clothes back on my before we get onto your drafty ass dome." You tease, he chuckles. You hope no one can see you, something reassures you that you cannot be seen period at this time. You sigh, that's a relief. You see a medium sized UFO quickly fly down and land in the parking lot in front of the near empty mall, a door slides open and downward like a ramp. You both enter and he responds to your snarky remark from earlier. "Who said I was done with you yet? I need your clothes off to do what I'm about to.~" You feel a heat rise within you, you definitely want to go a few more rounds in his ship, that's just hot. "Good.. we'll discuss where you will live afterward." John responds with a very serious tone. "Wait, WHAT!?" You ask, honestly you wouldn't care to live with him, you're just surprised by how fast this is all going. "Just relax and enjoy yourself, I'll take care of you.~" John smiles widely at you, you sigh and nod. "Well, if I do move in with you John, you have to promise to be gentle with me.~" You say in your mind, teasingly. "Oh I will." John responds before bringing you close to him and holding you in his arms. "By the way, my real name is Orbit. That's not my exact name since you can't understand our language, but it's the translation into yours." He says quietly. "Nice to meet you, Orbit." You say softly, you smile up at him, and he smiles back at you before kissing you.

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