#i can't manage it on my phone without a keyboard

[itsmealaiah]

2011 BILL SMUT INSPIRED BY THE SONG BURNING DESIRE BY LANA DEL REY 🙊

YESS SHE'S SUCH A GOOD SONGWRITER

Come with me boy

tags/ warnings: smut, head, p in v, fingering, dacryphilia, cursing, bill being a harsh dom 🥰, begging.

MDNI ⚠️

pairing: 2011 bill x fem

Your POV:

As soon as the taxi pulled away from the curb, I felt my heart sink into my stomach. It wasn't that I was relieved to be rid of Bill, but more so that I was faced with the reality that I wouldn't be seeing him for another four days. The thought of being without his touch, his lips, his body, was enough to make my insides ache.

I sighed heavily, looking up at the darkened sky as I made my way home. The cold air nipped at my exposed skin, but I barely registered it. My mind was elsewhere, consumed with thoughts of him. I couldn't help but wonder what he was doing at that very moment, if he was thinking about me too.

When I finally made it inside my apartment, I threw my bag onto the floor and crawled into bed, wrapping myself in the sheets like a cocoon. It was no use; I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep like this. I needed him. With a frustrated groan, I climbed out of bed and decided to take matters into my own hands. I sent him a text message, my fingers flying across the keyboard as I poured out my desperation for him.

"I need you," it read. "I can't wait until you get back. Please come over. I'm aching for you." I hesitated for a moment before hitting send, wondering if it was too forward or needy. But then again, Bill had never been one to shy away from my desires. A moment later, my phone lit up with his reply: "On my way."

My heart leapt into my throat as I read those three little words. It wasn't long before I heard a knock at my door, and without waiting for an invitation, he barged inside. His eyes raked over my body, drinking in every inch of me, and I couldn't help but shiver with anticipation. "You're so fucking beautiful," he growled, closing the distance between us. "I've missed you so much."

His hands were everywhere, undressing me with a hungry efficiency that left me breathless. "Please, Bill," I whispered, arching into his touch. "I need you." He let out a low chuckle, the sound vibrating against my skin as he pulled my underwear aside and entered me. I cried out, the feeling of him filling me up sending shockwaves of pleasure through my entire body. "God, I've missed this," he muttered, beginning to thrust rhythmically.

His movements were rough and demanding, his grip bruising as he held me down against the mattress. I could feel the tears streaming down my face as I tried to match his intensity, my own cries muffled by the pillow. "Fuck, you feel so good," he growled, pounding into me harder. "Tell me you want it."

"I want it," I managed to choke out between sobs, my voice barely audible over the sound of our bodies colliding. "Please, Bill…" He answered with a low growl, his thrusts becoming even more brutal. I could feel him getting closer, the head of his cock brushing against something deep inside me, sending waves of pleasure crashing through my core. "Cum with me," he groaned, and with a final, punishing thrust, he emptied himself into me, his hips snapping forward as he let out a long, shuddering moan.

My body tensed around him, the sensation of his release sending me over the edge as well. "God! yes!," I cried out, my voice hoarse from the exertion. "Bill!" My nails dug into his shoulders as my orgasm washed over me, my body shuddering with the force of it. He let out a satisfied grunt as he felt me clench around him, his hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm as he milked every last drop from my exhausted body.

Finally, our breathing slowed, and Bill pulled out of me, rolling to the side to catch his breath. I lay there, feeling the aftershocks of our lovemaking ripple through my limbs as I stared up at the ceiling, lost in the memory of his touch. Bill reached over and tenderly wiped the tears from my face, his thumb tracing my lower lip. "Are you okay?" he asked, concern etched in his voice.

"I'm just… I missed you so much," I confessed, my voice still shaky. "I can't believe how much I need you." He smiled, his eyes darkening with desire. "I know exactly how you feel. I've been going crazy without you." He reached down, his fingers finding my already aching sex, and began to tease me gently. "But we're together now, and we have all the time in the world to make up for it."

As he continued to stroke me, his other hand found its way to my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers. The sensation sent a shiver through me, and I arched into his touch. "That's it, baby," he whispered. "Let me know how much you want it." His fingers moved faster, his touch growing more demanding. I could feel the familiar tightening in my stomach, the build-up of pleasure that was threatening to consume me.

"Bill," I moaned, my hips lifting off the bed in search of more contact. "Please…" He leaned down, his lips finding my ear, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine. "I want you to come for me, sweetness. Show me how much you need this." His touch became more urgent, his fingers digging into my flesh as he watched me writhe beneath him. I could feel the familiar tightening in my stomach, the build-up of pleasure that was threatening to consume me.

"Oh, fuck," I gasped as my orgasm crashed over me, my body arching off the mattress in a wave of ecstasy. I cried out his name, my voice hoarse from the intensity of it all. He continued to stroke me, his fingers never stopping, even as I came back down to earth. His other hand found its way between my legs, rubbing circles around my clit as he watched me writhe in pleasure.

"That's it, baby," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. "Give it all to me." And I did. I gave him every last drop of pleasure, my body trembling with the aftershocks of my orgasm as he worked his magic on me. His touch was firm, but gentle, and I could feel myself growing closer to another climax with each passing moment.

"God, you're so beautiful," he murmured, watching me intently. His free hand moved to cup my breast, his thumb teasing my nipple as he continued to stroke me. "I could watch you come like this all day." His other hand found its way between my legs, rubbing circles around my clit as he watched me writhe in pleasure. "Tell me how much you need this."

"I need you," I gasped, arching into his touch. "I need you so much." His touch was expert, knowing just how to drive me wild. With each stroke, I felt myself growing closer to the edge, my body trembling with anticipation. He leaned down, kissing my neck, his breath hot against my skin. "Don't stop," I begged, my voice shaking. "Please don't stop."

He chuckled, the vibration sending a wave of pleasure through me. "I couldn't stop if I tried," he said, his fingers moving faster. "You're just too fucking amazing." I moaned, my hips lifting off the mattress as I felt my orgasm building within me. I could feel the familiar tightening in my stomach, the build-up of pleasure that was threatening to consume me. "That's it, baby," he whispered, his lips moving against my skin. "Let go."

His fingers worked in perfect harmony, teasing and pleasuring me until I was lost in the sensation. My orgasm crashed over me, my body arching off the mattress in a wave of ecstasy. I cried out his name, my voice hoarse from the intensity of it all. He continued to stroke me, his fingers digging into my flesh as he watched me writhe beneath him.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, Bill leaned back, watching me with a satisfied smile. His fingers continued to trace gentle circles around my clit, eliciting soft moans from my lips. "You feel so good," he murmured, his eyes drifting down to where his fingers were still buried between my legs. "I could watch you like this all day."

With a contented sigh, I rolled onto my side, propping myself up on one elbow to watch him. His gaze flickered up to meet mine, his expression both dominant and tender. He reached out, brushing a stray hair from my face before leaning down to kiss me. His lips were soft and warm against mine, and I could taste the lingering flavor of my own desire.

As our kiss deepened, I felt his hand slide down my body, coming to rest on my hip. His touch was possessive, possessing. "Why don't you return the favor?" he breathed, his voice a husky whisper in my ear. "Give me what I want."

I smiled against his lips, my own desire flaring anew at the thought of tasting him. I slid my hand up his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath my fingertips. His muscles tensed beneath my touch as I guided him to lay back against the pillows. With my other hand, I cupped his cheek, brushing his hair aside to reveal his erection.

"Are you sure?" I asked, my voice catching in my throat. He nodded eagerly, his eyes dark with desire. With a soft moan, I leaned forward, taking his length into my mouth. The head of his cock pressed against the back of my throat, and I moaned around him, relishing the feeling of him filling me up. I began to bob my head, sucking him deeper as my fingers dug into his hips.

Bill's hips bucked off the bed, his hand tangling in my hair as he lost control to the pleasure coursing through him. "Yes," he groaned, his voice rough with need. "Like that, baby. Suck me." I continued to suck him, feeling the familiar tightening in his abdomen as he neared his climax. His hips began to thrust harder, meeting my movements with urgency.

As he grew closer, I could feel the warmth of his release building in my mouth. I took a deep breath, readying myself for the taste of him, and when he finally came, I swallowed him down, savoring the flavor on my tongue. His body tensed beneath me, his grip on my hair loosening as he rode out the wave of pleasure.

When he finally relaxed, I pulled back, licking my lips as I gazed up at him. His chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, his eyes half-closed. "That was incredible," he whispered, reaching out to stroke my cheek. "Thank you." I smiled up at him, feeling a sense of contentment wash over me. I leaned forward, kissing him tenderly.

"You're welcome," I murmured, my voice husky with desire. "Anytime."

He chuckled softly, his hand moving to cup my breast. "I hope you mean that." His thumb teased my nipple as he continued to stroke me. "Because I don't think I could ever get enough of this." His other hand moved between my legs, circling my clit in a familiar rhythm. "And I want to make sure you're always satisfied too."

a/n: aw thank you billy boy, that's so kind

#bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz fanfic #tokio hotel x you #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel #itsmealaiah #bill kaulitz smut #bill kaulitz x reader smut #bill kaulitz x you

[wickedleeyy]

In my head, we belong, and I can't be without you || Larissa Weems X Reader

Warnings: Mentions of NSFW

You stared frustratedly at your phone, swiping endlessly as you tried to rip your attention from the clicking of your girlfriend's keyboard.

You had been waiting for over an hour for your girlfriend to pay attention to you, she had been starving you of attention lately, and you've been absolutely hating it.

An audible, frustrated huff left your mouth, shuffling your chair closer to the woman in front of you, she doesn't seem to notice though, and continues to write her replies to the various emails sent to her.

You once again turn your eyes to your phone, slumping back on your chair, you weren't even paying attention to the screen at this point, ears attentively waiting for a noise of movement from Larissa.

After another few moments of listening and waiting, your brain snapped, you made your way towards the back of her chair before your arms wrapped around her.

"Rissa if you don't pay attention to me now I will literally shrivel up and die." 

She chuckled, her manicured nails tapping rhythmically on the table. She swiveled her seat to your direction, a devilish smirk plastered on her face.

"You're the most dramatic person i've ever known." she joked.

"Fuck you." you replied back.

"Later," she told you, "Maybe now my dramatic darling can settle for sitting on my lap?" she suggested.

Your face turns red, she smiles wider, a wide feral grin, before her hand pats on her legs, her other gripping firmly on the armrest.

You gulp nervously shuffling your way on her leg, she smiles, her hand previously on her leg, was now stroking your head, she then turned around, continuing on with her work.

You cuddle into her form, hands wrapped around her shoulders, she had a large built which was in contrast to your rather petite form, you lived it though, how her body would envelop you during hugs, or when cuddling in bed, she felt very warm too, like a slightly heated cup of coffee.

Your head buried into her neck, giving her featherlight kisses, you failed to notice her demeanor as she gulped nervously, clearly flustered by how affectionate you were being.

She's one-hundred percent sure your acts are innocent, though it's tempting her primal instinct to ravish you completely right on her desk.

"Y-Y/N..." she manages to stammer out, but you pull her in for a kiss, she's shocked, but when she starts to feel your tongue begging for entrance, she starts to doubt if your acts were anything but sinless.

Your hands found their way into her hair, ruffling and scratching at her scalp as you claimed her mouth, her legs twitch with anticipation, before she released a moan.

It's now your turn to smirk, mouth trailing kisses toward her ear, you ghost over it with the slightest caress of your lips, before whispering,

"As much as you have to do these papers, wouldn't you rather do me instead?"

You heard her gulp, her nails clawed along the wood table, you felt her jaw tense, you looked up at her, seeing her blown pupils.

You feel proud, proud to see how desperate you've made her, your Ms. Weems, the calm and collected, the prim and the proper, reduced to a needy mess.

You got off her, moving away from the desk, but before you could even make your way to the door. she had pulled you back onto her lap.

Her hand snaked onto your waist, securing you face to face with her stern stare. You felt scared, yet utterly turned on.

"My darling is misbehaving," she growled.

"Time to put you back in your place."

#larissa weems x reader #larissa weems #wednesday #gwendoline christie #lgbtq #Lesbian

[violetduchess]

[3:21 am]

You toss and turn in bed, the soft sheets tangling around your legs. You try to find a comfortable position, but nothing seems to work. You've been awake for hours, watching the moon slowly crawl across the sky. You've tried everything you can think of to fall asleep - reading a book, drinking chamomile tea, even counting sheep - but nothing seems to work. You can feel your frustration building, making your pulse race and your hands shake.

Finally, in desperation, you reach for your phone on the nightstand. It's 3:21 am, and you wonder if anyone else is awake. You scroll through your contacts, trying to find someone who might be up. Then, you come across Mammon's name. You hesitate for a moment before tapping on his name and sending him a message: "Hey, are you awake?"

You don't expect a reply, but to your surprise, Mammon responds almost immediately. "Yeah, I'm up. What's up?" he asks.

You take a deep breath, your fingers hovering over the keyboard. You wonder if you should tell him the truth - that you can't sleep and you need someone to talk to. But you're afraid of sounding weak or needy. Instead, you type, "Can I come over to your room?"

You wait anxiously for his response. The seconds tick by slowly, each one feeling like an eternity. Finally, you hear a soft knock on your door. You sit up, heart racing, and rush to answer it.

Mammon is standing outside your door, dressed in his usual black leather jacket and jeans. He looks a little tired, his eyes slightly bloodshot, but he's smiling.

"Hey, what's up?" he asks, his voice low and gentle.

You feel a lump form in your throat, and you struggle to speak. Finally, you manage to say, "I can't sleep. I tried everything, but nothing works."

Mammon nods, his expression sympathetic. "Yeah, I know how that feels. Come on, let's go to my room."

You follow him down the hallway, your heart pounding in your chest. You've never been to his room before, but you've heard stories about how messy it is. As he opens the door, you're prepared for the worst - but to your surprise, it's not that bad. There are clothes strewn across the floor, and the bed is unmade, but it's not as chaotic as you expected.

Mammon climbs onto the bed, leaning against the wall. He pats the space next to him, and you climb up, settling in next to him. You can feel the warmth of his body next to yours, and it's comforting.

"I can't sleep either," he admits, yawning. "I was up late working on a new scheme."

You chuckle softly, feeling a little more relaxed. "What kind of scheme?"

Mammon grins, looking a little more awake. "I can't tell you yet, it's a secret. But trust me, it's gonna be big."

You're not sure if you believe him, but you're grateful for the distraction. You feel your eyes start to droop, and you realize that you're finally feeling tired.

Mammon notices, too. "Are you feeling better?" he asks, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair out of your face.

You nod, feeling a little shy. "Yeah, thank you for being here."

Mammon smiles, his hand still lingering on your cheek. "Of course, anytime."

You feel a surge of emotion, a warm feeling spreading through your chest. You realize that you're grateful for more than just his presence -

As you both lie there, you can feel Mammon's warmth and his steady breathing, and it soothes you to sleep. You drift off with a sense of safety and comfort that you haven't felt in a long time. Mammon's arms are still wrapped around you, holding you close and protecting you from any harm that might come your way.

Bonus:

When you wake up, you find that Mammon is still asleep beside you. You take a moment to appreciate the peaceful look on his face, and you can't help but feel grateful for him. Without his help, you might still be struggling to fall asleep.

You decide to get up and let Mammon sleep a little longer, so you carefully extricate yourself from his embrace. You make your way back to your own room, feeling a sense of contentment that you haven't felt in a while.

Later that day, you find Mammon in the common area and thank him for his help last night. He seems a little embarrassed, but ultimately pleased that he was able to help. You both go about your day as usual, but there's a new sense of closeness between you.

All rights reserved @violetduchess. All works of fanfiction belong to me, please do not copy, translate or repost any works without my express permission. Thank you.~☆

#swd mammon #obey me mammon #mammon headcanon #mammon x reader #mammon #mammon x mc #shall we date mammon #mammon avatar of greed #xreader #obey me headcanons

[blossom-works]

Love Always Comes With Pain

"Hunnigan, patch me to Anastasia." The computer guru asks you why, but you tell her that there is no time to explain. Your eyes are frantic and your breathing is heavy. Hunnigan nods and types away at her keyboard. You quickly take an earpiece and put it into your left ear.

"Anastasia?" You tell the woman who you are and that you work for the federal government (without specifying which one).

"What do you want? Do you want to tell me how crazy I am for doing this to avenge my husband?" The woman spits with venom.

You shake your head "No" even though she cannot see you. "I'm here to tell you that I understand. I'm married and I can't imagine losing my husband."

Anastasia who was about to pour the virus down her gullot stops.

"Listen to me Anastasia, I can't imagine what you've gone through. I can't imagine the pain you felt when you found out your husband died, but I do know that he doesn't want this for you. He doesn't want you to take the path of hatred."

"What do you know? Your husband is alive! You get to hear him say that he loves you! I didn't get that! The last conversation we had was an argument about him not quitting his stupid job!"

"But he loved you! He loved you so much, Anastasia. In fact, before he went on that mission he left you a letter."

"What letter? I never got one."

You take the stack of two papers and hold it out in front of you. You take a nearby sticky note and write something down real quick and show it to Claire.

"That's because you disappeared before the authorities could give it to you." And then, you start reading the letter.

"My dear lily," Hearing the nickname only her husband called her broke Anasatsia's heart.

"If you're reading this, then that means that I am no longer part of this earth. I don't want you thinking too much about my death. I want to let you know that I love my job and I would do it all over again even if it meant my death. If I were to go back in time though, I would've taken the time to listen to you and to tell you that I love you. I regret how we left things off.

Don't cry too much okay, Lily? And don't hate the agency too. If we don't do our jobs then the whole world is doomed. As much as I loved my job and my title, they mean nothing compared to you. My greatest honor in life was being able to call myself your husband, and my greatest accomplishment was calling you my wife.

I left some money in a separate account. I'm sorry that I kept that from you, but I created it for this exact case. Why don't you use that money and go on that trip we always talked about. The one in Australia? Seeing so many damn kangaroos that we end up becoming them. You should go, for the both of us.

It's time that I say goodbye Lily. It doesn't matter where you go, or if you fall in love with someone else and have that family you've always wanted, I'll always be with you. You will never be alone. I love you, Lily."

It took you everything in your power not to break down while reading the letter. Your heart truly breaks for Anastasia. The woman had nothing before meeting Jared. No living relative or children. When Jared died, Anastasia had nothing to keep her grounded.

In the background, you can hear some shouting and the sound of a door being broken down. Heavy boots hitting metal and guns cocking. With a broken voice, Anastasia asks you, "Did he really write that?"

"Yes...He wrote this letter for you Anastasia." You do not know what happens in the next two minutes because Anastasia tossed her phone aside, but then Claire came running in.

"You guys! They have Anastasia Boyette in custody and the vile of the virus."

Hunnigan cheers but it falls dead in your ears. You clasp the edge of the desk and take in a series of deep breaths. You try your best to blink the tears away but one water droplet manages to escape. Your two friends ask if you are okay and you just nod your head. You hand the letter to Claire and ask if she can personally hand the letter to Anastasia when time permits.

Later in the day, you hear the front door open and boots being taken off.

"Babe?"

Huddled on the couch you tell Leon where you are. When they successfully captured Anastasia, you immediately went home. You did not feel like celebrating this win. Leon comes around the corner and makes his way to you, but you beat him to it.

Seeing your husband brings a wave of emotions to you. Your arms wrap themselves around his torso and you bury your face in his chest. Leon thinks that you just miss him a lot and jokes that he should leave more often if this is the greeting he gets. You say nothing. You do not even laugh. Instead, you cry. Feeling his shirt getting wet, Leon asks you what is wrong.

"What's wrong sunshine? Why are you crying? Are you hurt? Did something happen?" Leon cups your cheeks and tilts your head up. His heart clenches at how defeated you look. Again, he asks if anything happened but you cut him off.

"I don't care." Your statement stumps Leon a bit. "I don't care where you go in this world to do God knows what because you have to. I don't care about that. I don't care how long it takes. I just...I just want you home." Your voice cracks.

Hysterically, you continue spilling everything you feel. "I don't care how you do it. Just come home. Do whatever you have to do. Shit, I don't care if you have to lose a limb or two. An eye. I don't care if your body is scorched or if you end up paralyzed for the rest of your life." By now your face is wet with tears. "I don't care Leon...I don't care about any of that. I just want you to come home to me. I want you home."

When you finish, you are completely overwhelmed with emotions. Leon shushes you and kisses your head. He wraps one arm around your back and cups the back of your head. Leon tenses the muscles in his arms to hold you even tighter. Soothingly, Leon rocks your bodies while carding his fingers in your hair.

Leon always believed that he would not survive this world without you. That if he ever lost you he would go insane and might even become the very people he is tasked to stop. Leon still believes this, but he realizes that this way of thinking is selfish. He forgot about you. He forgot about the scenarios when you lose him, not the other way around. Leon realizes that it is not just you who needs to live for him, but that he needs to live for you. The both of you would be empty shells if you lost the other. Your hearts just cannot work if they lose their reason to pump.

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This idea randomly came to me and I couldn't let the opportunity pass, so please excuse the sloppy work.

FYI, I teared up thinking about this and again when I wrote it.

#fanfiction #x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #re4 #resident evil #resident evil remake #resident evil damnation #resident evil vendetta #resident evil 2 #resident evil 6 #resident evil death island #resident evil infinite darkness #leon x reader #resident evil imagine #angst #leon kennedy angst #angst with comfort #impulse writting

[xxsycamore]

SS-Rank Husband Duty

↬  💎  You don't even know how you managed to close the distance, but here you are. On the lap of your pretend husband. Doing something that a pretend wife is not supposed to do…❝ Performing an act reserved for married couples. One that would definitely bring us closer together. ❞

Shelby Snail x f!Reader • rating: E (MDNI) • tags: Fake/Pretend Relationship; Fake Marriage; First Kiss; Resolved Sexual Tension; Kissing; Making Out; Oral Sex; Cunnilingus; Size Kink; Size Difference; Shelby is packing; of course he is; Condoms; Vaginal Sex • wordcount: 3,246 • masterlist

a/n: Happy (belated) Birthday, mister President...of Cupid Corp 💘I wrote this fic one year ago after Shelby stole my heart.His route had EVERYTHING I wanted in a route and more. I can't wait for the fandisk!I miss my husband 😭

Gradually, dinners with your pretend husband, Mr. Snail, start to have an air of familiarity to them. Recently though, all your mind has been filled with is spending even more time with him than you normally do. You already explained to him your desire to strengthen the bond you two have, in order to guarantee the success of the mission - the more you practice acting like a married couple, the more convincing it will look. As his ever-so-trustworthy subordinate, Shelby had no reason not to listen to you. Any ideas you might have, you're encouraged to share with him.

And ideas you have.

Fidgeting nonchalantly with the fork around the remaining contents of your plate, you patiently wait for the moment he excuses himself for the night… watching from your peripheral vision the exact moment he diligently wipes his mouth clean with a napkin, about to stand up.

"Shelby…actually, I…"

Brows arched, Shelby's attention is all on you - and not just because of the sound of his first name falling from your lips. He still hasn't gotten used to hearing you address him so informally, and the proof is sitting on his face unmasked. Out of respect towards what you have to say, he doesn't gaze away to hide the faint blush.

You gulp down and continue, putting a note of laughter in your tone.

"I thought we could benefit from spending some quality time together after dinner."

Shelby produces a low noise of surprise. 'For the sake of our mission', he crafts the correlation quickly on his own, as expected of him.

"Very well then. What should we do?"

You feign thinking about it, the answer long prepared at the tip of your tongue.

"It doesn't have to be anything too engaging. Even a simple evening in front of the TV is okay. I suppose you still have work to attend to, so please don't feel too obligated to pay attention to the TV screen."

Hearing that, Shelby gradually calms down. As expected, you've come up with a plan of double, no, triple benefit - taking care of his business affairs from the comfort of the luxurious living room is a nice change of pace, doing so alongside his pretend partner would surely close any gaps they might have in sitting in each other's company comfortably.

"That's very thoughtful of you. Alright then, I will bring my laptop to the living room."

The noises coming from the TV prove to be the perfect ambiance for a relaxing couple's late evening spent together. Even for the ever-workaholic Shelby occupying the couch, work correspondence flows more smoothly somehow, as if carried on the wings of the summer evening's bliss. His tireless fingers dart across the keyboard to complete email after email, soft clicks of a mouse accompanying them from time to time as if joining the symphony. He feels your presence without feeling the need to shoot a glance above his laptop's screen too often.

Phone resting atop your raised knees as you sit on the armchair nearby, you've engrossed yourself in catching up with colleagues in the group chat - work matters quickly morphing into social matters and occasionally shared rumor there and there - the usual. As absorbed as Shelby is in his work, he hardly notices when you let out a giggle while reading their nonsense. You know you're supposed to take it slow with your plan, but soon even the phone games you attempt to play grow dull for your entertainment, mind occupied with other things. Paying half a mind to the movie you put on, one that you lied you haven't seen before, the knowledge of what is to come starts knocking on the door and you know you should start carrying out your plan.

Leaning up more against the side of the armchair, you're now facing Shelby more than you're facing the TV - and truth to be told, stealing a glance at him every now and then would captivate you more than any movie in the world, you can't be blamed in indulging yourself. His serious expression is only broken by a hint of a  smile every once in a while, probably indicating his self-satisfaction of a job well done. Other than that, he is absolutely stoic, as you're used to seeing him while in work mode.

It's ridiculous, it's pathetic, but you want him.

You've been wanting him for a long time now…

Taking in a slightly deeper breath, you think of recent events. You and Shelby bumping hands on accident, you and Shelby getting on the same wavelength as you speak the same words at the same exact time and exchange an amused glance; him running into you just before you drop your towel in the shower; the thump of the door shutting back in a hurry with a string of apologizes; the electricity sparkling invisibly between him and you when you bumped hands; the sight of what you swear could only be a hard-on the one time you needed some help with putting on your dress-

He always looks at you with the same eyes he looks at his work matters, with professionalism. And something else.

And you want to bring that something to light.

Granted, as absorbed as he is, he fails to notice the extension of your leg, then the other, accompanied by a half-faked yawn and arms raising as much as you can get them to, while still in the armchair. You easily prop up your legs to rest on the couch, in close proximity to your pretend husband.

Right on time, the movie's otherwise monotonous plot takes a sudden turn - the couple on screen, spies with different goals finding themselves working together on a dangerous mission, succumbing to their lust for each other in the heat of the moment. It's wild, it's ridiculous, it's all they can think about right now.

The sounds of their heated affair get to Shelby's ears, cracking the stratosphere of his professional world. He is startled by this unforeseen, awkward moment as soon as he realizes what it is about - and hiding his momentary stupor with a cough, he palms around his side in search of the remote.

The room is not too dim, you already allowed him the negligence of working after dinner instead of taking a proper rest, you're not allowing him to ruin his eyesight in the meantime, too. Still, he somehow misses your feet on the couch and his hand grazes directly on their underside, making you stir on the spot.

"That tickles, Shelby…!" You laugh, once at the sensation and then again at the haphazard way he changes the channel as soon as he gets his hands on the damned remote, apologizing for tickling you. His cheeks are red, too. Maybe he saw more than what he anticipated from the erotic scene while dealing with the distraction…

After some shuffling through the channels, he decides to turn the TV off for good.

"I think we should turn in for the night. We can do this again sometime, I genuinely felt relaxed tonight. And I can tell our bond…ahem…benefited from it."

Reasonable in his responses as ever, you think while nodding, letting him know you agree, but your tone lacks confidence.

"Actually…there is one more method of strengthening our bond that I thought about. I wanted to discuss it with you."

Shelby sets his laptop on the table, closing it, and prompting you to go on. To be fair, having you around for the duration of another short conversation is welcomed - was it not for the erotic scene urging him to turn off the TV and put an end to your time together, he'd anticipated some more of that. Sleep is the last thing on his mind after such refreshment as this change of pace.

You curl your toes, your hands' fingernails biting at the soft cushioning of the armchair in sudden reluctance. That's when your gaze falls on your otherwise innocent "husband" 's crouch, now tented with an obvious erection.

Oh…

He must be awfully distracted tonight as to forget that his laptop is no longer blocking the sight. Your heart leaps, confidence builds, mouth going dry nonetheless-

"It might be a stupid idea."

Shelby's beautiful, clear eyes sharpen in question, only to soften anew with a playful smile playing on his lips.

"You and stupid ideas? I doubt it. You know I trust your brilliant mind."

He is being generous with the compliments today, you almost bite on your lip, feet swinging slowly from side to side, close to his knee. Testing the waters, you nudge his knee a little. Then snake your way over his knee, until it rests dangerously close to the place between his legs.

Shelby shudders, but does nothing. He likely already realized just how much the arousal had gone to his head, too. His mind is a whirlwind of the worst of embarrassments, the memory of how much the scene from before matched a particular fantasy he had with you, and the anticipation which his rational mind bolds - he is dense but he is not dumb. You're…probably making a hint at him.

No, that can't be right.

He needs to focus and hear the rest of what you want to say, judge the best exit from the situation from there on, close himself in his bedroom and curse himself for these uncontrollable feelings.

There is no hiding it now. He looks at you, waiting for an answer, anything.

"Well, then, my idea is…"

Gripping the arms of the chair, you prop yourself up before the urge to press your foot directly on his bulging pants can defeat your sanity, and standing up you realize that you're hearing your own heartbeat in your ears. Finally being up and getting closer to Shelby, if not directly throwing yourself into his arms, is giving you maddening thrill. You don't even know how you managed to close the distance, but here you are.

On the lap of your pretend husband. Doing something that a pretend wife is not supposed to do…

"Performing an act reserved for married couples. One that would definitely bring us closer together."

Shelby produces another one of those groaning noises deep in his throat that you so adore hearing. He marvels at how good it feels to have you in his lap. Desires kept under a key emerge to the surface, images he banished from his imagination for good. Your lips on his lips, your waist in his hands, your body pressed close against his…

"Do you think you can carry out this particular, erm, husband duty, Mr. Snail?"

Going back to honorifics out of a sudden is making him stir again. He can only hope you didn't feel the way his cock jumped at the sound of it, underneath your butt. One, because it's embarrassing to be so turned on at the sound of your voice, and two, because he doesn't want you to take that as a positive reaction to this rude erasure of progress between you and him.

"With an SS rank, like everything else."

You don't believe his words at first. Such a sharp turn in demeanor is reasonably making you gasp in surprise.

His stern expression accompanies the trademark serious intonation. You don't have too much time to dwell on it, because the hands on your waist work to lower you to a lying position on the couch.

Behind the eyelids of your fluttered-close-for-a-second-eyes is cast a dark shadow of his towering figure. Before this moment, you had no idea how lonely your lips were without Shelby's warmth on them.

The kiss you share is a synopsis of everything you felt for each other up to that point, dwindled to the duration of half a minute. The pretended reservation, the push and pull, and lastly, the explosion of emotions.

His experience in such acts is limited, but not to the extent he would feel insecure about it. Granted, things change when it's you in front of him - you with your unfamiliar air of young love that he didn't know he was capable of inhaling. He feels like a horny teenager, heat rising to his face among other parts of his body.

His intuition tells him he should be ashamed of showing his lust like so, resembling a man starving, as he takes from your mouth what he longed to be his for such a long time now.

The way his tongue swirls around yours is exciting, wild, and making your head spin - is that the same company president that you've known for so long? Lust dresses his manners into an honest display of lust. Looking at him, his cheeks are flushed when he finally withdraws - but so are yours. You're equally out of breath, but more than that, you find yourself the stunned one, feeling as if you might explode if he touches you further.

And touch further he does.

Unassisted even when you wished to help, Shelby peels article after article of clothing off you - yet the heat clinging to your skin doesn't reduce, quite the contrary. In a daze, you figure it might be the same for him. Shaking fingers undo the buttons of his shirt, one, two, three, four, a big hand interrupting and almost tearing the expensive silky fabric in the process until he is all yours to touch, hills and valleys of muscle and all.

The feeling of his abs under your fingers is so nice, nicer than that one time you caught yourself daydreaming of it when watching him take lap after lap of his devoted swimming routine. Hands moving up, his shoulders are sturdy and giving you a sense of security - more so than the one time you fell off a chair in an attempt to reach a high kitchen shelf, and landed in his arms, gripping his shoulders.

The sheer amount of suppressed wanton you have for his man is coming to render you utterly, fully capitulated to his charm. And you don't mind.

Shelby appears to be not any better, sucking on a breath each time his trained lungs fail him in not letting out strained breaths. He wants to kiss you without pausing for a minute, to share his oxygen with you until it's enough for both and he can let go and believe this is not just another erotic daydream he is having about you.

He knows he hardly would get enough from now on. But that's fine. He has a duty to fulfill.

Resuming his position of towering above you, he is aware that he is smiling - because you are smiling back. You wrap your hands around his neck in an attempt to bring him back down for a kiss, and he uses the change to lift you up. Your legs wrap around his torso instinctively as he supports your weight, standing up from the couch and going in what you know is the direction of the bedroom.

The cool bedsheets on your naked back are heavenly, and the feeling grows tenfold when Shelby makes you squirm on them. Your back arches as his wet kisses drop lower, all of your skin caressed thoroughly as if he makes sure not to miss a spot - your nape, collarbones, the place in-between, the valley of your breasts and lower, on your tummy, the gentle hill of your sex…and yet lower. A kiss blooms directly at your clit, igniting the first sparks of definite, pure pleasure that is promised to you for the duration of the night. Shelby look at you for reaction. He is satisfied with what he sees, and smirks against your sex. He is very serious in his intentions to bring you to the throes of pleasure, not suspecting just how easy it is for you to come undone at the mere sight of him going down on you.

Your over-sensitive sex is a victim to his sweet ministrations as Shelby eats you out like a professional; the lewd sounds of his mouth greedily drinking your arouse is driving you crazy and the pleasure spirals until it reaches its peak. You scream and fist the sheets, your body soaring. When you come down from your high, Shelby is seemingly far away, making you whimper - in reality, he is only just busy putting on a condom.

"Always prepared, aren't you?"

Shelby shoots you another smirk, the redness dissipated from his face but only somewhat. True, he does take pride in being prepared for all kind of situations, but keeping those condoms around is like admitting to his secret hopes of this very scenario becoming reality.

He doesn't need to know you carry some in yourself for the exact same reason.

Teasing him should be left for a time where you can at least catch your breath, you decide, as you reach and grasp his hard cock. And your built-up confidence shatters at the realization just how big he is.

"Shelby I don't think-"

He shushes you. Groaning at the softness of your hands, he lets you grasp and stroke experimentally all you want, despite his urge to finally be inside you. His kisses are reassuring and his gaze is having that trustworthy light in it, and you maintain eye contact as you prepare yourself for the sensation of him pushing inside.

He rubs his blunt head into your inner lips, collecting the copious amount of lubrication you produced, dripping with fresh need even after that mind-blowing orgasm he gave you. You get used to the teasing touch eventually, shoulders relaxing as Shelby looks down at you, whispering.

"Why are you having doubts in us all of a sudden? I thought you already knew that we…"

He slowly, slowly makes his way inside.

"Are compatible in all aspects."

It feels like he is pushing in forever until he finally hilts all the way in, and you cannot bear the thought that you hold the whole of him inside you. Muscles contracting a little too tight, he whispers to you to relax.

"Shelby…" You moan out to him, helpless, needing to be held tight in the bottomless pit of desire that reveals itself in the wake of his following thrusts.

Your insides are on fire and it feels so good. He holds you in his strong arms, chasing after the same thing that you chase after, calling your name just as you call his. The desire to consume all of each other leads you two to another push and pull, with bedsprings creaking under the change of positions and with countless kisses shared inbetween.

In one perfect, blissful moment, you two truly become one, the waves of climax coming to wash over the both of you at the same time.

In the next moment, over the sound of your own heavy breathing, you hear his satisfied groans and feel as if you can pounce on him right away, if it isn't for the energy you need to replenish over the course of a very welcomed cuddling.

Shelby uses the chance to ask you a question in his raspy, sex-marred voice, and you shiver.

"Is my wife satisfied with how I'm carrying out my husband duties?"

Face buried in his chest, you mewl and start thinking of ways to let him know just how much you're enjoying it. You're not putting his trust in you when it comes to ideas to shame.

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[mitigatedchaos]

General Post for Monday, April 8, 2024

(~1,600 words, 8 mins)

1 - Robot Jobpocalypse Notes: A brief theory that long-term redistribution to manage job losses from automation should consider focusing on inherently more scarce factors of production (land and materials), rather than more dynamic ones (labor and capital).

2 - Niche Smartphone Notes: If the pace of the smartphone industry were slower, niche smartphones might be more feasible.

3 - Coalitional Politics Notes: Many coalition-internal communications take place in public. Possible implications for loyalty vs. truthfulness.

4 - Lab Leak Notes: Separating the "strong" from "weak" lab leak hypothesis for Covid-19.

5 - Property Notes: Not all labor is equally effortful or valuable, so should claims on property be weighted? Entropy implies the gradual degradation of land and products to a "natural condition," which we might expect to either invalidate or weaken a property claim.

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1: Robot Jobpocalypse Notes

I've said this before, but I just want to reiterate:

Everyone already knows about the problem where automation can take over a job faster than the economy finds new jobs for those currently employed in that category. (Obviously we could talk about abstract skill capital that they've invested in the job that has now been made less valuable.)

But over the long term, the thing to think about is a bidding up of the prices of land, materials, and energy. For the first two, we can think of this in terms of rents (e.g. "land rents"), as the supply of land is highly inelastic. In theory, the gains from trade should make everyone better off, but that's only if you can bid high enough to get enough resources to survive. If people could always go back to subsistence farming if they had to, the trade would (almost) always make them better off than subsistence farming.

But without land, they can't. It's not just a matter of not selling, as land is taxed, and higher-value uses will bid up the price of the land, and thus the assessed tax.

We want a redistribution that's dynamic and which will respond to changes in market conditions, which won't dampen investment in capital and production, and which is less subject to political capture. Thus the thing to focus on is rent for land and materials, the inherently scarce factors of production, rather than labor (highly responsive to effort) or capital (material configurations).

2: Niche Smartphone Notes

[ @jadagul ]

They're currently putting out a 4.7" rugged phone, which is actually tempting. But if I wanted a keyboard phone from them, the most recent option is the Titan Slim, which came out in 2021 and runs Android 11. (My current phone is on Android 14.)

[...]

They can make some niche phones, but they just can't cover all the niches. There are too many! And because they're a niche producer, they also have lower quality across a variety of metrics: they can't put as many resources into their software stuff because they can't amortize it across nearly as many phones. In order to get the full advantages of a modern industrial toolchain, you need to standardize some stuff so you can spread development work across a ton of devices.

It's interesting to note that the extremely rapid rate of software development, including finding and patching security flaws, is such an obstacle.

In an Elfworld scenario, where some users are buying a phone for 15-25 year use, firms might be able to amortize the costs by updating the model less frequently, and charging more for the base model. They would likely also maintain smaller teams, who would work on the phones for longer.

Smartphones probably won't become such a stable technology for decades, however, and even if they did, we should expect fashion cycles.

3: Coalitional Politics Notes

We've all seen politicians, political operatives, and political party enthusiasts lie a lot. Why don't they lie to (or bullshit (as in speak as though 'indifferent to truth')) outsiders all the time?

There are a number of reasons. One may be that an insider who constantly lies to outsiders all the time could also lie to fellow insiders, and insiders cannot reliably tell whether someone is a general liar or merely a partisan liar.

Since people range in their level of partisanship, this suggests a curve where, from the perspective of someone who is moderately partisan, a speaker can trade some integrity for some partisan loyalty, and vice versa. Someone who has no loyalty and no integrity is of little value. At some point, partisan loyalty will be at odds with the truth due to the inherent contradiction in interests of the coalition members or else just simple imperfection, so someone cannot be both perfectly loyal and perfectly truthful.

For political coalitions, a lot of what is essentially coalition-internal communication takes place in public.

4: Lab Leak Notes

The debate over the potential lab leak origin of Covid-19 has not been settled yet, despite the article on ACX. People are arguing over the individual studies cited in responses to themotte's tracingwoodgrains.

However, we should differentiate between the "strong" lab leak hypothesis and the "weak" lab leak hypothesis.

Strong Hypothesis: Covid-19 was a bioweapon deliberately designed by the government of China and leaked on purpose for some strategic goal.

Weak Hypothesis: Covid-19 was a coronavirus being studied at the lab in Wuhan which studies coronaviruses. This virus may have been the subject of gain-of-function research not intended to create a bioweapon. Subsequently, as the result of an unintentional accident, the virus leaked from the lab, resulting in a global pandemic.

The criticism of the lab leak hypothesis from the more censorious 2020 libs was that, "The lab leak hypothesis is a racist conspiracy theory." The strong hypothesis is a conspiracy theory, but there is no requirement that it is racist - it is sufficient that the government of China openly identify as Communist. The weak hypothesis is neither of these things.

5: Property Notes

There is an Anarcho-Capitalist theory that ownership of unclaimed land is gained by "mixing your labor with it." Many people would ask why this creates a morally-valid indefinite ownership claim.

Alternatively, we could consider a functional decomposition of the operation.

"Mixing your labor" with the land means using [ attention ] to direct [ energy ] to configure [ matter ] according to your intentions. That might mean, for instance, cutting down trees on a lot in order to construct a fence, and then plowing the lot in order to plant a farm for later harvest. However...

Some people may have the intention for the lot, "It should be a wildlife preserve," which looks an awful lot like doing nothing, or perhaps just posting some signs.

Not all labor is of equal intensity. Should someone who uses less labor, or transforms the lot less, have a proportionally lower % claim on the lot? What does a % claim look like as compared to a full claim?

The configuration on the lot will degrade actively with time if it is not maintained. In our example, the wooden fence may break down and rot. Does this degrade the claim on the lot itself?

The metadata about the lot will also be lost, until it may not be feasible to resolve disputing claims of ownership with reasonable certainty.

Back in January, I wrote:

(Side note: The configuration of material inputs, like ore deposits, in the environment, relates to the amount of energy and attention required to recover them. Recycling is mostly about reducing the long-term recovery costs, keeping materials “near the surface.”)

Let's consider an example.

Joe mines a bunch of iron ore beneath a plot of land. The energy and attention required for most desired human uses is reduced.

Joe refines the iron into steel. The energy and attention required for most desired human uses is again reduced. (Did you know 93% of structural steel is recycled?)

Joe shapes the steel into a grill. This reduces the value of the material for other industrial uses, but increases the value for those who want a grill specifically. The steel is now configured as capital equipment.

Joe opens a hamburger shop, and uses the grill to grill hamburgers which he sells to customers.

After deciding to close the hamburger shop, Joe decides to explode the grill for a gender reveal party, scattering pieces all over the lot. The steel has been scattered throughout the environment, increasing the cost in energy and attention to gather it again if someone wants to do something else with it.

The value of the iron is subjective. That's conventional economics. However, there are typical uses that we can say will be common in most near-term human preference environments.

What makes this interesting is that within that common frame, in steps #1 and #2, Joe is pushing the iron up a value gradient. This value addition could then be lost to entropy through abandonment. For instance, in step #1, a landslide could occur, covering the iron back up and requiring it to be mined again. In step #2, the steel could be left out in the rain to rust, requiring it to be refined again.

Preventing this loss to entropy requires active attention and energy. (For instance, securing a nearby hillside to prevent the landslide scenario, or building and maintaining a barn to keep out the rain in the weathering scenario.)

Suppose that Joe abandons the land for 100 years. The steel rusts, and a landslide covers it up. A new prospector, Harold, comes across the land, finds no markings, excavates the rusted iron, refines it to make tools and sells those tools.

Shortly thereafter, Joe returns. Given that the land and materials returned to the natural condition, wouldn't it be strange to invalidate Harold's claim in this scenario?

Supporting a governing system, which could track ownership of the parcel of land and extracted materials, would require ongoing energy and attention on Joe's part. However, the system of deeds and records could be used as an alternative to Joe physically hanging out on the plot of land at all times, which he would have to do anyway to prevent the reversion of the plot of land to the natural condition.

This movement of materials along value and energy gradients is something to consider for a deeper analysis, perhaps oriented towards the development of new ideological principles.

#weekly post #politics #the invisible fist #general post series

[catchyhuh]

Hello I am DEVOURING your headcanons. they're so so so fun to read dude, you have no idea. I'd be honored to fuel the beast 👍

As a hypothetical au, if the gang (pops included) were to be in a band together, what roles do you think they would have? Who'd be the front/ on vocals, who would play what instruments, would one of them take the manager role (or maybe which side character would be their manager?), etc etc??

Cheers, and welcome to tumblr!)

SEE THIS IS WHAT I’M TALKIN ABOUT!! I’D NEVER HAVE EVEN CONSIDERED THIS WITHOUT YOUR ASK! THANK YOU SO MUCH! for both the inspiration and the kind words/welcome :)

ok battle of the bands let’s see…

lupin:

known attention whore = MADE for the too self important lead vocalist whose ego eventually breaks up the band. it’s just that by standard lupin miracles nobody has even considered that as an option! but just saying “main character is the frontman” is boring so let’s go further

lupin probably had like piano lessons as a kid per the hyper decadent lifestyle of the family, but he only retained like. don’t stop believin maybe. piano isn't totally his style in a BAND band, like he COULD do keyboard reasonably if he wanted but he thinks it looks silly so he doesn’t because he’s just. like that. it's his band he gets to do whatever

jack of all trades master of none most likely. can play a little on the guitar, bass, bagpipes for all i care, jaw harp, elementary school recorder, etc, but it’s mostly for show. he’d kill on drums but that’s in the BACK and HE can’t be in THE BACK

jigen: 

a second in command comfortable with being second in command? jigen wouldn’t even be on the stage if it was up to him, he’d just play his part like standing on the steps to the platform

guitar, but prefers acoustic. he processes the notes better if they're like, "organic" like that, not to say he CAN'T do electric guitar, and he admits it sounds pretty sick time to time, but he has his preference. he loves the sound of piano, too, but he doesn’t have the fingers for it, and he’d LOVE to do saxophone but learning it is a real task and it’s hard to juggle murder, burglary, and lessons simultaneously. maybe if he ever retires. and if that smoker’s lung capacity doesn’t have anything to say about it

jigen’s gonna be causing beef about the music styles for sure. and lupin’s like “you LOVE rock” and he’s like “but this is specifically is shit. actually take it down a few steps pal let’s just do some billy joel” “WE HAVE AN AMP.”

fujiko:

oh god she has a beautiful singing voice. you know it, i know it, everyone does, and maybe she’ll sing once in a while, but her REAL deal is managing.

oh she LOVES being on that clunky flip phone going “my talent would sooner play a swamp than take pocket change from your dinky little joint” and really none of the others like the setup side of playing live music so really it works out! plus she gets to hit ‘em with the agent royalties. best of both worlds

could probably play damn near any instrument if she really tried, but she doesn’t care too much to make that effort, at least not for this purpose. she likes listening and dancing to music more anyway! it’s probably why she doesn’t sing too much despite her natural gift there. i bet she'd be hands on if they made a music video or something though

goemon:

you know what instrument/position perfectly encapsulates “often overlooked but everything would fall apart without them”? THE BASS. and let’s be honest nothing hits like a sick bass line. auditory equivalent of watching this guy slice the moon in half or some shit

initially i see him not getting why anyone would want to do this? the recording he gets, he’d wanna listen to this again later too, and the live music he understands, because it’s more. personal. frankly cooler. but performing for strangers? but au or not MONEY IS A HELL OF A MOTIVATOR! 

they’re not even that type of band and yet goemon is absolutely the dreamboat pick with all the fans. it’s so funny he himself doesn’t even care (the idea flatters him, but none of these people really know him, ergo the attraction isn’t completely bc of who he is as a person so he’s like hm. whatever) but lupin’s like we’re not a fucking boyband. and if we were a boyband WHY IS IT YOU AND NOT ME? 

could pull sales by himself tbh but he wouldn’t. he loves his friends he’s not bailing for money. no matter how often fujiko suggests i

zenigata:

wait. hold on i gotta look something up i feel like i just remembFUCK

I WAS GONNA SAY DRUMS. I WAS GONNA SAY DRUMS AND I DON’T WANT IT TO LOOK LIKE I'M JUST GOING THE BASIC ROUTE BUT REALLY IT’D BE GOOD FOR HIM TO GET SOME ENERGY OUT ON THOSE THINGS. also its symbolic because the drums are placed furthest away from the other instruments. it’s a music metaphor

okay let’s just forget the blurry t-shirt image. i’m sticking with drums. solid, consistent and neverfuckingending, just like he is. the first and last part of the song, most often. we love symbolism. as for why he’s here and his role in the madness? god knows. maybe he’s just doing it for the free drinks! i wouldn’t blame him! i can’t imagine the mental timeout i’d need touring with these people!

the only one that. not really clashes with fujiko's managing but the only one that has an opinion on the way they go about things. he probably went "what? why the hell would we open with that. what's the matter with you" and took the setlist and the others went. shrug. ok. and then he got on their backs about how they shouldn't be so passive this is a CAREER they're talking about!! HAVE AN OPINION ON THIS

a little addendum: it would be so cute if yata was also trying to manage them. like he’s fujiko’s assistant. man gets stuff DONE i can easily imagine the trade off of “yes i can schedule this. wait what are the hours? ooooh. lemme get you on the line with miss mine” and she just grins knowing she’s about to unload a whole schpeel on this phone guy. good cop bad cop managers. if i knew more about the band scene as a whole i bet i could throw some other thoughts in here but for now we'll just reach the honorary sixth guy :)

#i don't want to accidentally set an unachievable precedent of me pullin these things out the day of an ask but. IM SO EXCITED!!! #SO I SET ABOUT THIS AS SOON AS I SAW THE LITTLE BLUE BOX ON THE ENVELOPE ICON #lupin iii #lupin the third #lupin #jigen #fujiko #goemon #zenigata #and... honorary first tag for... #yata #asks

[fluttershyflores2]

🍜an attempt at a date 🍜 (I speak Spanish, so you will see some errors)

An upset mk was in his room thinking about what to do, meanwhile mei was using her phone looking for ideas for a date.

Yes, our mk is going on a date with our dear (y/n), after asking him on a date, (y/n) still hesitantly agreed to go out with him, on the condition that he didn't worry so much, however, mk wanted it to be something special.

Mei: Well, any ideas - stop looking at the phone -.

Mk: ¡Aaaaaah! I can't think of anything and there is an hour left before the appointment!

Mei: Why not something simple?, you can see that (y/n) is not someone so demanding - I comment -.

Stopping walking, mk thought that maybe mei was right, (y/n) not is someone with glamorous tastes, the appointment could be in an outdoor place or...wait a minute...THAT IS!!

Mk: how about a picnic? - ask -.

Mei: Hey, that doesn't sound bad - smiling - ooooh I already had many ideas - with stars in their eyes -.

Already with an idea, the two prepare things for the date.

💓-💓-💓-💓-💓-💓-💓

Mk: I am ready - Confident -.

But if something goes wrong, shaking his head to remove that idea, everything will be fine, but he's so nervous, he hasn't stopped thinking about (y/n), how will his reaction be? He's never dated a girl before. .

(Y/n): Hello Mk - in front of he -.

Mk is surprised to hear her voice and staggers a bit, but manages to compose himself to look at her.

Mk: What's up, I say HELLO! How are you - nervous -.

(Y/n): eh, yes...i received your message - taking out his phone showing it - you mentioned that we are going to meet in a field next to an abandoned factory.

Mk: yes, that's what I said - scratching the back of his neck -.

(Y/n): but I didn't understand the other messages - he raises an eyebrow -.

Mk: What messages?! - puzzled -.

He pulls out his phone to quickly check the messages, omg he was right, most of the messages were just random words he sent, how could this happen? He just remembers seeing that message sent, trying to remember, ooh…he already remembers why.

🕒~🕒~🕒~🕒~🕒~🕒

Mei: come on mk you can! - encouraging him - .

Already having the idea of how to make the appointment would be a picnic in the countryside near an abandoned factory that mei knew, she says that she has good eyesight and people don't go there much, so according to her, no one will bother them. Taking a breath, he sends the message to (y/n), where he's going to make the appointment, he looks at mei, who waves at him with her hands in the shape of a heart.

Mk: what? - Looks at her -.

Mei: send him some hearts, I bet he'll love it - he answers -.

Mk: Why do that? - ask -.

Mei: Oh, come on! - she approaches him and rests her arm on his shoulder - we all notice how you look at her.

Mk: I don't know what you're talking about - dodging the subject -.

Mei: mk, interests you (y/n) - mocking - that is, you like it~

Blushing, mk averts his gaze to hide it.

Mei: hey! Do not hide, your blush is very obvious.

Mk: What things do you say mei - separates from her -.

Staring at her phone, waiting for (y/n) to answer, only to have it snatched from her hands by mei.

Mk: ¡¡¿MEI WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!! - altered -.

Mei: I'm going to write for you, don't worry - mention to start writing -.

Mk: ¡¡give me my phone !!

Trying to take her phone from mei, she makes her fingers just press her keyboard like crazy, thus creating the misspelled messages. Changing scenery to the island where (y/n) lived, sounds began to sound aggressively on her phone, making the guardian look at the messages.

(Y/n): what the hell? - confused -.

🕝~🕝~🕝~🕝~🕝~🕝

(Y/n): Do you want to have a picnic?

Mk: That's right - he confirms -.

(Y/n): Hmm, I think that's not a bad idea.

Mk is happy to hear that, it makes him feel more secure to continue with the date without insecurities.

Mk: Come, follow me - he takes her by the hand and they walk towards a blanket on the floor along with a basket - what do you think?

The blanket was red and white checkered and a typical picnic basket.

(Y/n): It seems good to me mk - she says - mk lets out a sigh and adjusts his jacket nervously.

(Y/n): is that a candle? - points out - he looks at the blanket seeing a candle.

Mei why did you have to put that there!, thinks mk.

Mk: of course not! - grabs the candle and throws it to the other side - hehe...

This falls next to a small pile of earth, the smell of smoke manifested itself in some dry branches, invoking an eye among the mountain of earth.

🥪~🥪~🥪~🥪~🥪~🥪

(Y/n): Why a place like this? - looking at him -.

Mk: It was mei's idea, she said because she had a nice view of the countryside, besides there isn't any civilization as you like, right?

(Y/n): Well, yes - he looks up - I have to say that she has good taste.

Admiring the place, pure vegetation inhabited the entire field with some dirt from the factory, the sky was clear making the sun shine all over the place, luckily mk was able to find a tree.

Mk: Um, I brought some sandwiches - take two out of the basket - I never knew what kind I liked, so I decided to bring any kind.

(Y/n) grabs the sandwich and takes a bite, she just admires the place, mk starts eating anyway, Sometimes he turned to look at her, without her noticing, he thought about what mei had said, does he like it (y/n)? He's not sure, but if he had feelings for her, he'd be afraid that feeling would make him walk away from her for fear of being rejected.

(Y/n): mk....¡MK! - shakes it -.

Mk: eh - coming out of his thoughts - what's up?

(Y/n): I was talking to you child - raises an eyebrow - how much are you thinking?

Mk: eh, well I - blushing - I was thinking...

Before being able to speak, an earthquake began to manifest itself, the two young people searching with their eyes for where it originated, (y/n) strangely captures that a pile of earth was approaching towards them.

(Y/n): call me crazy, but is it me or that land is heading towards us - missed -.

Mk looks at the pile of dirt rapidly approaching them, he gets up, summoning his staff, getting defensive; The land was getting closer, but suddenly it stopped, a demon full of garbage came out of it.

Demon: I Tǔ dui! - arrogant - appears before you mortals.

Mk was upset that someone interrupted them on their date, because he can't have a quiet day with (y/n), without fights, without someone wanting to kill him, is that too much to ask?

Mk: hey, um...tû duchi - nervous - you can go, we're a little busy.

The outraged demon, as I call it, makes the ground shake causing mk to stumble, dropping his cane.

Tǔ duī: how dare you speak to me like that - offended - mortals know nothing of manners.

Mk: what do you want? - clenching his fists -.

The demon pulls something out of the mound showing the sail that mk had thrown.

Tǔ duī: your shiny little thing burned down my house of twigs - angry -.

Mk: man... I'm sorry - he passes his hand over his face - if you want I'll help you make another one.

Another tremor manifests itself.

Tǔ duī: Making it was a challenge since I was little in order to have respect between my tribe, and you want me to do another one?! - even more angry -.

The demon takes advantage of the fact that mk did not have his cane, makes a fist of earth appear and directs it towards him, mk, seeing that they were going to hit him, tries to grab his cane.

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¡¡ZAAAS!!

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The fist of earth impacts with something creating a pile of dust, Tǔ duī upon feeling it begins to laugh, but it does not last long when he sees a blue force field in front of him, Tǔ duī seeing clearly, is scared by the darkened look of (y/n).

(Y/n): How dare you try to hit my date...- gloomy -.

Mk is shocked by the force field surrounding them, wait a minute, I call him his date!! His face turns red, (y/n) turns to see mk, realizing that he was watching him, he tries to hide his face.

(Y/n): are you ok mk? - worried -.

Mk: y-yes I am - stutters - .

(Y/n): So get up and grab your staff - invoke his spear -.

Mk stands up holding his cane and stands next to her.

Tǔ duī: What are you going to do, fight me? -begins to laugh-.

With a blue aura surrounded between the two, showing an expression of fury.

Tǔ duī: ha...ha .......oh.... - clears throat -.

(I skip time because I'm not good at narrating fights ;_;, I'm a disappointment)

Tired and covered in dirt, mk sits down on the ground, head down, why does everything have to go wrong? He just wanted a quiet date with (y/n), but when fate appears he plays badly.

(Y/n): hey, are you alright? - He sits down beside her - .

Mk: Of course, I'm great! - raises his arms - it's not like a demon interrupted our picnic, it was all a failure - he frowns -.

Silence reigned for the moment.

(Y/n): What was the condition that I told you? -looks at him-

Mk: not worry so much...

(Y/n): and what did you do?

Mk: I worried too much for the date to go well - look away -.

(Y/n): I understand your reason mk, this is my first real date, not an outing, not visiting a friend, just dating someone you love.

Mk: - He turns to look at her, blushing -.

(Y/n): I don't care that everything goes well just being with you is perfect - rests her hand on his shoulder -.

Reflecting on what was said, mk smiles at her.

Mk: And now what do we do?...there is still a long way to go until the end of the day.

(Y/n): I think I have an idea.

🍜~🍜~🍜~🍜~🍜~🍜

Pigsy: order list ! - passing two bowls of noodles -.

They were in the pigsy restaurant, this was the idea that our (y/n) had, the guardian begins to eat , while mk only stared at her food, drawing the girl's attention.

(Y/n): are you going to eat?

Mk: This was your best idea - smiling a little -.

(Y/n): I can't think of another place but this - he wipes his mouth - also, he trusted pigsy that he won't put something in my food.

Pigsy: ¡¡hey!! - behind the counter -.

Mk laughing, grabs his chopsticks, pensive what (y/n) had said before, just being with him is enough for her, she'll keep him in mind next time...or he's not sure.

Mk: Um, do you want to make another date next time? - he asks nervously -.

(Y/n): I'll let you know when I can - she had already finished eating - i have to admit that I had fun, of course this was not planned, the devil thing and stuff.

(Y/n) smiles at him showing his fangs, mk is surprised, because she almost doesn't smile like that, that makes him feel special.

(Y/n): well I'm leaving - ruffles his hair - bye mk.

Mk: yes...goodbye - he says goodbye with a dreamy look - not being in the place anymore, mk composes himself to eat.

Pigsy: you know he left without paying, right? - with crossed arms -.

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Mk: oh...he he... - he looks at him nervously -.

🌺~🌺~🌺~🌺~🌺~🌺~🌺~🌺

(I'm sorry if you have spelling mistakes, as I said, I speak Spanish and I'm still studying to learn English, let me know if there's a mistake, thanks)

#lmk mk x reader #lego monkie kid x reader #monkie kid x reader #mk x reader #lego monkie kid #monkie kid mk #lmk qi xiaotian #qi xiaotian x reader

[purplekoop]

Hey! So uh! Update on what's been going on and why I've been relatively inactive for longer than I implied I would.

So around this time last year, I realized my laptop's battery was uh. Very warped and big. A state it'd been in for several months at that point actually. It wasn't until I mentioned it to my partner and they said "hey uh. that's extremely dangerous" that I realized the big swelling in my electronic device was not good. So for a period of about 2 months, I had to not use my laptop while I was waiting for a new battery.

Luck of the holidays, while I was using it during some downtime while staying at my partner's place last week, the fans started to make a jarring new noise during intense operation (as in. Playing Minecraft). It was fine only two days prior, so I don't know what broke the camel's back.

Being cautious after last year's fun times, I don't want to push it much further than bare minimum operations to avoid any potential major damage. I haven't got it checked out by a professional (or any more tech-savvy family friends who I trust more and don't charge extra), so I don't know what the exact issue is, or if it's a serious risk and not just a sign of this laptop being old. Opening just about any game will cause the loud fans to go off, as does using my second monitor while running even just discord and a couple chrome tabs. While typing this post using my laptop, the fans made the jarring noise very briefly before calming back down.

So... am I just gonna be without a computer capable of safely doing anything until I get a replacement part again? No, because I don't think this laptop is worth maintaining when it's liable to just have another problem next december, if not sooner. It's a hell of a machine, don't get me wrong. It's handled a lot more than most laptops have, running every game I've thrown at it pretty damn well, but the tendency for some new problem to happen every now and then makes me wary of trying to keep it going for everything I need out of it for much longer.

Does that mean I need a brand new computer then? Well as a wise rat once said: Yes. and, No.

Good news: my dad had another PC lying around, this one a desktop tower that my mom swears is a beast on par with the laptop, and because my dad isn't uh... up to much these days, I'm free to take this one too.

Bad news: it doesn't work. My mom and I tested it the other day, and we can't get it to power on.

Still, it's certainly gonna be a lot cheaper to get that operational than to get a brand new PC, with aforementioned family friends likely able to help. Unfortunately (for me specifically at least), it's still the holiday break, so my mom will be in and out of town until the second week of the new year, and I imagine those friends have things they'd rather be doing as well in their time off.

What does that mean for me here? Well, if my laptop can behave like it has been since I started writing this, I think I can manage to type out more long stuff like this. I can't do the same on my phone, since while I'm a rather speedy typer on my keyboard, phone typing is pretty cumbersome for me, so I imagine a long post there might be grating. That means I can likely do a few more Role Requeues in the coming days, get back to work on my War Bots notes, and maybe even some other long-form posts I've been wanting to do. Things I Love #3 may be a multi-parter with a... somewhat similar premise to someone else's ongoing series. I'm not sure if I wanna totally rip off this unnamed mutual's format of going episode by episode, or if I wanna make it a spoiler-free overview more like the Brave and the Bold and Doremi posts. With those shows I tried to make the posts a more open-ended general pitch and go over the overall high points, which felt appropriate for those shows. With Batman the show is simple and relatively formulaic, so going over the broad strokes was more efficient than going "And then Batman teams up with this goofy obscure character" 60 times. Doremi meanwhile is the opposite, that show has so much I could talk about but I really really enjoyed going into the show blind and so I tried to convince people to watch it accordingly. If I get a chance I'd love to do a full video series going over the whole show, but considering that's a 200 episode deal, on top of me never doing a video of any scope grander than an on-stream Terraria playthrough... don't expect that soon.

On the note of videos though, that's the main thing that's gonna be on hiatus: streams. If this laptop wheezes once or twice when it's running a chrome tab with discord in the background, then I don't think you'd be able to hear my voice over the chainsaw fans with a full stream setup. A few more personal things might be on hold too, or at least will require alternate setups, but those are private discussions to be had.

In the meantime, don't worry too much about me being bored. It sucks I won't be able to do much on my laptop and thus don't have access to any games on there, but on the bright side this is a great time for me to be doing just about anything else. Got 4 switch games (between me and my sibling anyways, and they don't mind sharing) and over 100 episodes of neetle teetles (2012) from the holidays to keep me busy, plus I can use the time to do art or something if I need another option for variety.

But yeah, that's the update explaining things. I've been restricted to tumblr on my phone and if I had to type a whole real post on that thing I think I'd rather use the phone to bludgeon myself with, so I've just been reblogging stuff. Not sure when I'll be back to full-steam activity again, hoping it's soon but not expecting much for another week minimum.

But that said, I hope y'all have enjoyed the holiday times, and if I don't say it again later, that you have a happy start to the new year!

#long post

[alittledizzy]

7 and 17

things you said that i wish you hadnt from this prompt post

"Did you find the screenshots yet?" Phil asks.

"Yes," Dan says, stomping across the room. "I found the fucking screenshot."

He comes back two minutes later with a tub of ice cream (Phil's ice cream, the full dairy one that he has to take a tablet with so he can digest properly) and a bottle of rose.

Phil scrunches up his face sympathetically. "That bad?"

"Don't know what you mean," Dan says. He grabs a coffee mug and peers into it.

"Just had water in it," Phil says.

Dan fills it three quarters full of rose and then pushes it toward Phil. Then he takes a drink straight from the bottle.

"Can I do anything?" Phil asks.

"Yeah, tell me that it doesn't matter how much I fucking want something for a fucking video, never google image search my own name in relation to anything prior to 2018."

"Want a cuddle?" Phil asks.

Dan shakes his head. "No. Just gonna take this bottle of wine and this ice cream and go dwell in the darkness regretting my existence."

Phil lets him go without pushing. Sometimes Dan just needs to cry in an empty room to get it out of his system. Phil managed to work through how own emotions in response to that impulse years ago, and it's been better for them both since.

He sips the mug that Dan left him and then with an idle sense of curiosity and mild foreboding, picks up his phone and types dan howell 2010 screenshot into google. He taps on the link that takes him to images, and immediately understands what drove Dan to the dire combination of actual dairy and alcohol.

There are pictures of Dan, of course. Stills from videos and pictures of the two of them together, all fairly innocent and nostalgic.

But most of what he finds is Dan's social media statements captured forever in time. There are a couple he distinctly remembers, but he can't recall the when and where of most of them. It's strange, he always thinks, how people on the internet know their past selves so much more than Dan and Phil do. When Phil thinks about himself this long ago, he thinks about the growth and the journey to who he is now. But this Dan - and this Dan's Phil - might as well still be actual real people existing in this moment because of the energy that goes into preserving them.

Phil opens a few of them, scrolling through. Most are Dan talking about him. Phil wants to find Dan's old affections, so earnest and public, as endearing as old love letters should be. But instead he feels desperate and exposed, chest and throat prickling with heat at the way it's beyond his control to censor who gets to see these versions of themselves.

His eyes land on an image of himself in a blue checked shirt making a heart with his hands. It gives him a flash of deja vu so strong it nearly turns his stomach. He puts his phone down, then picks it back up and makes sure to back out of the tab so he won't jumpscare himself with it later.

He can't go back in time and take Dan's hands away from the keyboard. He can't go back and delete that video before people see it. He can't do anything about the past except pretend it doesn't exist in favor of looking toward the future.

He knocks back the rest of the mug of wine and gets up, leaving his phone on the sofa. "Dan," he calls out, barging into the office.

Dan's eyes are red. "What?" He asks.

"Come on," Phil says. "We're going to the cinema."

"I can't," Dan says. "I'm working on-"

"We are going to the cinema," Phil says again, firmly. "We can decide what we want to see when we get there."

Dan locks eyes with him and then gives in. "Okay," he says, pushing the blanket he'd wrapped himself in off of his shoulders. The wheels of the office chair roll over it as Dan pushes away from the desk. "But I'm picking."

#phan #phanfic #askbox meme

[vegancas]

it was already like 4 days ago but i had such a fun time at atl/mayday parade!!

i lined up early to get a good spot cos i was expecting like a line, like for there to actually be a line, but when i got there i was only the 12th person??? tbf there were over a 100 people doing vip apparently so without a lot of them in our ga line there was obviously a lot fewer ppl, but still!

unfortunately it was warmer than i was expecting and i ended up getting a bit sun burnt :( mostly on my nose, brow, upper lip, and hands. nose was the worst! still a bit ouchy, or maybe hands were worst in that i got burned in the same areas as my dermatitis which is a bad combo! they're mostly okay now but my face still hurts a bit. but anyway! i didn't realise i'd got burned until after the show was over when we went into the bathroom so it was too late to do anything about it :/

but again, anyway! my sister and her friend joined me in line a couple hours after i got there so i hung out with some other ppl waiting. my sister said she doesn't like having to line up early but i like it! it's part of the experience to me! but maybe also because i don't have anyone to go to shows with besides her so i like getting to hang out with ppl??? it's nice to just get know ppl a little! and they're like my kinda ppl too i guess because we like similar music!! hard to find that in everyday life

it was a very orderly line though, like we didn't stay in a line, the people who got there first (at like 5am!) numbered everyone with a sharpie, which is like sure it's not official as my sister loved to point out, but it did make everything more chill. they number over 70 ppl before it got too much to keep track of, and then when it was close to doors everyone just lined up basically in order!? it was surprising but nice to see!

anyway, when we actually got into the show! we ended up second row behind some ppl who did vip and some who were ahead of us in line. i can't say it was the best spot but like that's closer than i've ever been to the front when seeing atl before so! i just wish the base of the barricade went a little further back? like it's so hard to jump up and down on an uneven surface!!!

mayday parade were soooooo good as always!! they played a lot of older stuff, like their classic best stuff, the stuff ppl know the words to and we can all sing together!! i wish their set had been longer!!! i mean i guess they were on for nearly 50 minutes? but still!!!

atl also were obviously great too!! we sung happy birthday to some guy? (idk? he was playing a keyboard or something?) 3 times lmao, and alex jack and the bday guy (plus someone in the crowd) all did shoeys (from their own shoes!! not like josh from ymas who used an audience member's lol). it was such a messy show, but like in a good way!! i DO want to see bands having fun together and chatting with us and that kinda thing, like alex was being so silly!!

i was also in the absolute perfect position that when jack threw up his first guitar pick, no one had no idea where it was going, including me, but it hit me right in the middle of the chest lmao. got to pick it up right off the floor cos no one knew it had hit me so no one was looking for it!! third time i've managed to get a pick like that, although first time actually getting hit by it lol

feel like there might have been more i wanted to write about but i can't remember now! oh well. it was a fun night anyway!! would add photos or something but i'm not on my phone so maybe some other time

oh but they played new religion!!! i was so excited when they played it!!!! actually they played two songs i didn't know, i guess their new one with avril lavigne that i haven't heard and some other one??? gonna have to look that up at some point i guess

#scrapbook.pdf

[impish-crow]

[TRANSLATION] HIBIKI BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION SS(Short Story) 🎉

Pushing open the studio door, the lukewarm heat from outside surged in all at once.

"Wow, it's so hot…"

Even my own voice escaping my mouth is irritating. Despite the fact that the sun has long set, the daytime heat lingers on, and not only that, it's carrying a dampness that hangs heavily in the thin evening darkness of summer.

(Truly unpleasant.)

I let out a sigh, not knowing how many times I've sighed since waking up today.

"Kouno, quit complaining all the time. It's annoying." "It can't be helped, it's hot." "The air is so muggy…"

"Shion." Toya, who was walking ahead, stopped and turned back with a concerned look.

"You really seem to be struggling. Shouldn't you let Sogo carry you?"

"I'm fine. I can manage. It's just to the parking lot, so I can do it somehow…"

Despite Shion's brave response, it's evident on his face that he is nearing their limit.

"I've always hated summer."

Muttering that, I noticed Endo glancing over in this direction for a moment.

But I pretended not to notice.

Intense heat. Right in the middle of August.

(It's hot and exhausting… so hot.) Nothing's going well. If possible, I'd want to pretend I'm dead and just get through this. While thinking that,

(Oh, not again.)

My phone is ringing.

(How many times since morning?)

I know who's calling without even looking at the screen.

Today is the day when once a year, I'm subjected to a one-sided confession of guilt and apologies for not being able to do anything. So, I'm not picking up. Absolutely not. (Mom, I've had enough of that.)

I'm not a kid anymore. I'm living on my own just fine. I'm not hurt anymore, really. (I've been raised well enough. I'm grateful. I don't want or need anything more from you.)

Please, I hope you understand soon. (… Ah, it got disconnected.) That's a relief. Explaining things is tiring anyway and it's hot.

"Hey, Megane.."

Shion raised his face slowly, and Endo continued.

"How about having today's drinking session at your place, after all?"

"…At Shion's place? Not Sogo's?"

Surprised, I asked again, and Toya nodded easily.

"Let's do that. Shion seems unwell since the morning, and it's worrying to leave him alone."

"I'm sorry, but my place is small."

"It's fine. As long as there's enough space for one person to sit, we're good." "Huh, Toya, you're coming too?" "Is there a problem if I'm there?" "There isn't, but you hardly ever come even if you're invited. And today, Shion doesn't seem well either, so there's no need to push yourself to drink on a day like this." "A day like this, huh?" "Kouno. Isn't today your birthday?"

All three of them looked at me simultaneously.

(Huh, no way… What? Is that so?)

They were looking at me with expressions that seemed like it should be obvious. I was surprised.

"Could it be that you forget it?" "Yeah, well… but so what?" "What do you mean? We're going to drink, it's your birthday." "I'm having a bit of trouble understanding what you're saying…" "Get it together, you fool. Oh, Sogo-saan!"

Sogo came running back from the parking lot.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting." "Whoa, you're all drenched in sweat!" "During summer, just lifting and lowering the drums is a workout itself. The inside of the car is ridiculously hot too."

"I'm really sorry, I had Sogo-san carry the keyboard too."

"Don't worry about it. I left the door wide open and turned on the AC, so let's go. It would be nice if our mood improves a bit while we're driving." "That's the thing, though. Is it okay to have it at Megane's place today?" "I don't mind, but is it fine for all of us to barge in? It's still an option to do it at my place as planned. I even aired out the guest room's futon the other day." "Home is where anyone most comfortable. Also, while we're at it, we can inspect Shion's room and buy anything necessary for his summer life. It's your first summer living alone, right?" "Yes… um, sorry." "Do you properly turn on the AC when you sleep?" "I set it on a timer." "Huh? You're gonna die, you idiot!" "Shut up! If I leave it on, I'll freeze to death!"

I'm living on my own just fine. I'm not hurt anymore. I still don't like summer, though. But…

(Since when did things become like this?)

At the very least, this year's summer is not the same as before.

"Hey, Hibiki, why are you smiling?" "Sorry. I just felt like, it's kind of fun."

Finding myself able to think like that was a bit refreshing. I couldn't help but smile.

#digrock #dig rock #hound roar #Houndroar #kouno hibiki #hibiki #endo shoma #Shoma #onozato shion #Shion #hayama toya #hayama touya #Toya #kido sougo #kido sogo #ss #short story #translation

[cuddlingdragons]

life updates and such!

so… it's been about six months since I last uploaded something to any of the art gallery sites I'm part of. it seems as good a time as any for reflections and updates.

essentially, since August 2022 i've been dealing with cubital tunnel syndrome and other vague overuse injuries in my in my upper back/shoulder. What I initially thought-- and by extension my doctor also probably thought-- was that a few weeks of rest would take care of it. That obviously hasn't been the case and I feel that the source of my injuries has probably been years of hardcore computer use. I coped with the onset of the pandemic by getting lost in my computer, the results of that simply are what they are.

I started physical therapy in October and learned some stretches and exercises to help with my recovery. got discharged from physiotherapy at the end of January with some mild improvements!

it's currently mid March and and I can say that my shoulder situation is a -massive- improvement from when I first brought it up to my doctor. It's not 100% but it's manageable with heating pads and I don't see any reason to believe it won't keep improving. a huge game changer for me has been fixing a tablet driver so that I navigate the computer with my old drawing tablet instead of a mouse. instead of a keyboard I use dictation software, I pretty much don't use my phone except for calls and timers, and I read and dictate stuff on my ipad. occasionally I let myself have 15 minutes of drawing or playing a video game. it's not ideal but it's better than it was

Arms-wise its… a little complicated. I'm Having so much less neuropathy tingles, but I have daily intermittent pain in my elbows. That wasn't there when I initially went to my doctor, so I'm curious about how they'll assess it when I see them again. I'd put it at 1/10 on the pain scale, but it's still really limiting because it's easy to make it worse by putting too much pressure on the elbow muscle, like using a screwdriver to try and open up my Wii. (not my brightest decision.) I attended TFCon in LA last last weekend and OOF, it was an interesting reality check to see how I do without access to a heating pad or ice packs all day. (At least I had the foresight to pack ibuprofen!) Soreness went back to my normal levels after a day but I'm having tingling in my right ring finger again. So yeah- there's improvement! still feels like a long way to go say before I can hopefully be at zero on the pain scale.

I know this post is already long but I want to say I was initially really devastated by this development. What has helped me has been to remember times I've had friends get sick or injured, and while I didn't get to speak with them as much as I wanted to for a while- I didn't stop loving them or caring about them. I have faith that the feeling is either mutual or we can simply pick up where we left off if I can't get to you for a while.

I hope that you are well, or as well as you can be at this time.

- siz

#[trash talk]

[entities-of-posts]

Statement of Samantha J. Hawkings, 2/27/16. Statement begins:

I have always felt their Eyes. I would be walking around, business as usual, and I could feel their gaze on me. There was always a distinct sensation with this feeling, like daggers glared into my back, but it wasn't painful. I'd hold my head down in public, in fear of Looking back.

Perhaps people stare because I mumble to myself sometimes, or because the clickity-clack of the keyboard in my office is a bit too loud. Maybe it's because my suit is on too tight, or I forgot to brush my hair, or my shoes are untied(I can be forgetful or clumsy at times). Or, and this is the most convincing theory, they enjoy tormenting me.

I don't know. I'm good at paying taxes and fixing computers, but I can't read strangers to save my life.

One morning, I drove over to work. It was a bit foggier than usual, but I managed. I came to work, filed some papers, made a few calls, and it was rather boring. The interesting part is that, when it was time to go home, the fog had returned. It was thicker this time, and I swore I was going to choke on it. I couldn't see a thing, but the sensation...was actually pretty cathartic. I felt like I was just a figment of my own imagination; that I didn't exist, and neither did anyone else. The Eyes were looking at me for most of the day(when weren't they?) but I could feel that their oculars had moved elsewhere. The burden of being observed had been, for once in my life, lifted. I felt free, but oh, so Lonely. I savored every second of that moment.

It took a few minutes to snap out of my daze, and then I drove back to my house. Life continued on, but the longer I was away from the mist, the more I desired it. My life was very busy, and the fog was like a welcome retreat.

Over the days, the fog lessened, except for in that one spot. And each day, I would linger there more and more, soaking it in like medicine. I began to wander there, in front of my work building, in my free time. I would bring my phone and play games or listen to music there. I wouldn't dare do that kind of stuff in public before, but I felt much safer in the fog. It came to a point where, even when I found a better-paying job, I would still visit at least 3 times a day. That spot became my own special hangout. I would keep snacks there, tune my guitar there, act out Shakespearan plays there, and no one would ever notice.

Though I would eventually feel the pangs of Loneliness creep in, it was much more tolerable than being Observed. I would rather die than go back to the life I had before. And soon, I didn't have to go to one specific part of town. The fog would come to me whenever I felt insecure or paranoid. I found that I could wield it, ever so gently, like a weapon. I stopped caring about mortal affairs, even minute things such as eating or sleeping regularly. I had my peace, and my quiet place, and I was happy.

I was 19 then. I'm 30 now, and nothing has changed. I am well aware of my service to the Lonely, and I work for it eagerly. I am a rather new avatar, but a promising one, don't you think?

Statement ends. Fog collects around the paper it was written on, and you feel a slight sense of obsfucation when you are done reading it.

Funny, how often one Fear pushes us little mortals into the waiting arms of another… how many less servants would they all have, without their siblings’ help? I’m tempted to say it’s nearly intentional, at times…

It’s an ecosystem, really. Everything is a delicate balance. Therein lies the inevitable foolishness of most large-scale Rituals, if you ask me.

#statements

[ultrakatua]

I know I'm certified Old(TM) and I have the smallest hands but I don't know how you all manage to actually type long things on a mobile phone. How does it not DESTROY your hands. Like seriously what's the trick there. My left hand is already so destroyed by regular keyboards I can hardly stretch my fingers. Keyboard shortcuts give me carpal tunnel. Mobiles are like this but 200 times worse.

Yeah I'm vaguely annoyed because the laptop died just as I was working on a 7K long thing (so far) and bro I can't stand the idea of actually finishing and editing that shit on a phone. First of all how the fuck am I supposed to manage without my editing software...... The only dictionary I trust.....

#i should see if my tablet is somehow still alive somewhere #like i highly doubt it but you never know

[thisisforclass]

Video Game Lab; Blog Post 4

For this class, we were given free range over a variety of student-made itch.io games from previous semesters. I chose to play Minimalist Mastery by Arkicade,  Crater by The Last Order Games, and POK3D by Kizu. Here is my review of each.

Crater, by The Last Order Games

Crater right off the bat looks amazing, with beautiful art and solid color design. The controls feel a tad uncomfortable with my apple keyboard, but are overall still responsive and clean. The character models are also very stylized, going for an 8-bit Metroidvania style of animation. The sound design is also very crisp and well-timed, interactive menus make a satisfying click and clack whenever opened or closed. Unfortunately that's where my praise ends with this game, since the player character is meant to equip a power suit near the starting point. No matter what I tried to do to interact with it, I wasn't able to equip the suit. I tried moving ahead to explore without it, but there was a large rift I couldn't jump past without the power up. I was playing in the web browser at the time, so perhaps this bug isn't there if I downloaded the game itself.

5/5 aesthetics

-/5 gameplay

Minimalist Mastery, by Arkicade

While the initial presentation is very nice, I couldn't help but get bored very fast. I understand the entire point of the game is an artist exploring minimalism, but it felt more like a Match The Numbers and Colors game for a child. It wasn't very entertaining or visually stimulating, so they definitely captured the minimalist feeling very well.

2/5 aesthetics

1/5 gameplay

POK3D by Kizu

I said it before in the in-class quiz and I'll say it again: I hate dating sims. I find them creepy, uncomfortable, and it caters to incels who can't get any bitches. That being said, I really liked this game! Not quite sure why it's under the dating sim category because it's more of a social management simulator. You messages are constantly being blown up by friends, family, crushes, scammers, wrong numbers, your dog, and a very thirsty cactus. By the end of the browser-only demo I had managed to keep up with the most important messengers before my phone died, and felt thoroughly riled up trying to keep track of everything popping up on my screen.

4/5 aesthetics

5/5 gameplay