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wouldntyou-liketoknow · 3 months

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When a Tomb Becomes a Womb (Part 2: Honeymoon)

Here it is: the continuation of my first LF fic! (If you’d like to check that one out, just go here.)

(Disclaimer: While I agree that Creature doesn’t really need an actual name to be a great character, I still decided to give him a headcanon name—which is Callum, since I think it would fit him—just because this entire story is from his perspective. Mentioning his “true,” pre-death name just seems logical. Neither of the characters in this story belong to me. Lisa Swallows and The Creature are the property of Zelda Williams and Diablo Cody.)

(Trigger Warnings: electrocution, insects, implied murder/death, implied violence, gore/blood, mentions of fire, scars, body horror, eye horror, dismemberment/mutilation, surgery, coughing fits. Please let me know if I missed anything.)

With its size and structure, the tanning bed had been miraculously perfect for resurrection. The electric currents it produced could be guided throughout its user’s entire body; the chances were better when multiple parts were zapped at once. Then, those parts could essentially act as moving gears, working together to carry the reanimation process along.

None of that really mattered anymore, since the tanning bed was as good as scrap metal by now. And even if it somehow wasn’t, Callum doubted he would’ve been able to retrieve it.

Callum found himself in the master bathroom, pacing the floor in small circles as he gazed down at all the things he’d organized on the baby-blue-tinted countertop.

A day had passed since he’d claimed this house for himself and his beloved. He’d spent it searching through each and every room. No wall was left unchecked, no piece of furniture was left unmoved, no drawer was left unopened. The prey he’d chosen to stalk: electronics.

During Callum’s initial life, electricity was still in its infancy. A primary example was the name Faraday making its rounds in newspapers, as well as the concept of a horrible execution device. If memory served, it had been inspired by a dental chair, of all things—and judging by Lisa’s pessimistic contemplations, that idea had apparently found success.

All of the progress he’d gotten to see for the past couple weeks. . .part of Callum wished he’d been alive to see the beginning development of that progress. Yes, it made adjustment difficult, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t fascinating.

Then again, he had to consider The Butterfly Effect. If he’d survived the day of his premature death, he’d likely never have gotten the freak second chance to be with Lisa.

He’d heard some people compare death to a very deep, dreamless sleep.

Bodies and souls were separate things, after all; the notion of dying could potentially be seen as something similar to a snake shedding its skin. Once the soul departed to wherever it was supposed to go, the body could simply rest, silently feeding the earth from its burial site.

Perhaps that was how it worked for others, but it had absolutely not been the case for him. He had no idea why, and he doubted he’d ever be able to understand.

Yes, he wasn’t truly alive; he’d never, never be an example of anything natural.

Yes, he’d grown accustomed to his organs feeling like they were filled with sulfur instead of blood.

But now that there was air in his lungs and light in his eyes and feeling in his bones again. . .

Even if he’d learned to adapt to it all, his grave would be horrible to go back to.

If amputees could feel the phantom sensations of their lost limbs, then what was there to say that dead people couldn’t feel the phantom sensations of anything and everything?

Though his brain hadn’t been active until that fateful night, Callum had still learned one thing: numbness was, without a single shadow of a doubt, its own type of pain.

For centuries, he’d been encased by cold, by darkness, by rot, by staring eyes and splintering voices and gibbering mouths and raw suffocating nothingness. . .

And Lisa had freed him from it.

He would go through it all again if he knew she’d eventually come along to coax him back.

He wouldn’t, however, make Lisa wait through any torture like that for as long as he did.

So far, Callum hadn’t found anything similar to the tanning bed. (He supposed the inner mechanisms of the car he’d taken could be used, but he’d still categorized it as a last resort.) What he had found was a plethora of smaller devices. If it had shiny casing, buttons, a cord, or a plug, it was an option.

He could only recognize a precious few thanks to Lisa—such as a blow-dryer. She’d used one on him during that first night, sometime after she’d helped him wash off the eons worth of slime and rot. The noise it made was aggravating, but there was no doubting how nice a stream of warm air had felt on his scalp. Many of the other appliances were. . .strange, at least from his perspective.

One that particularly stood out was some kind of mask. A dull shade of beige, it seemed to be made of plastic, shiny and hard and cold to the touch.

A pair of opal-shaped holes formed eyes; vague impressions of brows above them and lips below a hollow triangle that imitated a nose. (Callum couldn’t see the reasoning for those impressions to be there—they did absolutely nothing to convey emotion.)

Three flexible straps were attached near the top of the mask; one at the center of the forehead, and one for each temple. A coiled cord protruded from its chin, connecting it to a little rectangular battery adorned by two tiny buttons and a red dial before continuing on and ending in a plug.

Callum chewed at his lip as he raised the mask up, turning it in his hands. It was even more disturbing on the inside. A total of twenty-six tiny, metallic contacts glinted in the dim, having been drilled into a specific pattern to rest against each and every part of the wearer’s face.

Despite the lack of sharp edges, the display still reminded Callum of an iron maiden. (Yet another thing Lisa had surprised him with before. The fact that some musical group had named themselves after a torture device was even more confusing than musicians performing under a title like The Cure.)

As questionable as it was, this mask was something of a godsend.

Lisa’s entire body needed repairs, yes, but her head obviously had to be the first. Callum couldn’t be efficient with the process until Lisa’s brain, her voice, her eyes were all active again.

And what better way to guide electric impulses into those areas than with something that could literally cover her face?

With that in mind, Callum took a deep breath and strode out of the bathroom, his shadow quickly stretching across the room and over the bed.

Over Lisa’s still, silent form.

He reached down to adjust some of the bandages. When the majority of her face was exposed, he gently slipped the mask onto her, his hands visibly shaking.

(In all honestly, the melted, burnt mess of her skin was preferable to the mask’s blank, lifeless expression.)

Once the straps were secure, Callum fidgeted with the mask’s cord, engaging in a staring contest with the power outlet that just so happened to be right next to the nightstand.

Of course, the smaller devices wouldn’t be enough on their own. Even if he were to use them all at once, he wasn’t sure they’d be able to generate the same amount of power as the tanning bed had.

Fortunately, it seemed he’d already stumbled onto a solution for that. Quite by accident.

With each electric product he discovered, he’d known that there was a chance of it not working. He’d also known that there was really only one way to test out the effectiveness of the appliances.

Considering how every single wall in this house had a socket or two to offer, the testing hadn’t taken much time at all.

It took even less time for Callum to realize that whoever had organized the wiring in these walls was either fishing for an insurance scam, or was just some special kind of idiot.

No matter what product he was plugging (or unplugging, even) in or which outlet he was using for the connection, the result was the same: an astoundingly powerful shock that tore its way up his arm.

Though Callum’s pain receptors were still only semi-functional, the electric jolts had left him momentarily out of breath and doubled-over with a burning, pummeling sensation coiling around in his stomach.

It had felt similar to the tanning bed’s currents. Not exactly the same, but similar enough.

And similar enough was all he and Lisa needed right now.

So, he turned the red dial to the highest setting offered, using such force that it was a wonder he didn’t crush it between his fingers.

And he rammed the mask’s plug into the wall socket.

A few large sparks immediately flew out, only to vanish in the air after half a second or so.

Just like a lightning bolt.

Something inside the battery began to hum and buzz.

Dots of pale light began flickering in the mask’s plastic forehead, its cheekbones, its chin. The glow moved in a specific, repeating pattern, getting brighter and brighter each time.

Those metal contacts on the inside. . .they were sending pulses of electricity into Lisa’s skin.

They were working.

They were working a little too well, in fact.

They were giving an output that was too fast, too strong.

For a living person, at least.

For an undead person, however. . .

Callum kept a vice-like grip around the battery as the shock crawled up his arm and around his neck. It hurt more than it had during his initial test, but he barely even flinched. His focus was firmly locked on Lisa, because he needed to see what this did to her.

Because she was his wife.

Because she deserved to come back.

Because she.

Was.

Starting.

To.

Twitch.

Her head jerked back and forth. The mask rattled and shook in time with her movements, but it stayed on her face. Violent shudders raced through her neck and shoulders. Most of them died halfway through the journey of her chest, but a few were stubborn enough to slither down her arms, to make her fingers curl.

Callum wasn’t sure how much time the process truly took, but when thin columns of smoke began rising from the mask’s eye-holes, he knew he had to stop it. He never looked away from Lisa as he wrenched the plug out of the wall, as he dropped the battery on the comforter, as he leaned down to pull the mask off of her—

And froze in place, just barely able to feel the way his mouth dropped open.

The skin on Lisa’s face. . .it wasn’t the same as before. It was still covered in scars and blisters, but those scars and blisters suddenly looked much smaller, less deep. The angry, biting red hue had transitioned to dull shade of pink. It still looked painful, yes, but in a way that suggested recovery might be possible.

Lisa’s lips quivered, dry skin stretching (and breaking in a few areas) as a tiny, strangled gasp drifted into the air. More followed it at odd, uncertain intervals. It was absolutely not what anyone in their right mind could call steady breathing. . .but it was there, plain as day.

Callum’s cold hands were suddenly clasped around his head; one over his mouth, the other raking at his temple. An itchy, somewhat ticklish sensation filled his eyes as one tear after another streamed down his face.

He’d done it.

He’d actually done it.

He’d woken Lisa up!

He automatically wanted to hold her, to gather her up in his arms and spin her around in a circle and, and, and. . .

He couldn’t, and he knew he couldn’t. Right now, she was too fragile for him to do anything like that.

But she wouldn’t stay too fragile. Not as long as he kept going.

For now, however, all he could manage was to stand and stare and shiver and silently weep.

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The keening screech of a kettle drilled into Callum’s ears, nearly making him lose his grip on the knife. He straightened his back, mentally cursing himself for trying to juggle two things at once. Especially considering how important today’s mission was.

He was at the stove in an instant, disengaging the burner and sliding an oven mitt over one hand. The clouds of steam felt nice against his face as he poured the freshly-boiled water into the colorful mugs he’d found in the kitchen’s highest cabinet. Afterward, he fetched a box of tea bags from that same cabinet and deposited one in each cup.

He wasn’t quite sure if Lisa could process solid food quite yet, but she’d been taking water and other beverages just fine. Too bad there wasn’t any chocolate-flavored milk in this house; she seemed to really like that, what with how she’d insisted that he try for himself back at her former home.

As the tea began steeping, his focus returned to the head on the dining room table.

The left eyeball was already out and waiting in a glass of clean water.

The right one, however, was much more stubborn with removal.

Honestly, it was surprising that Callum hadn’t accidentally punctured it with all the trouble it had been giving him so far. He supposed he could take an eye from his other victim, whose head was still in the back of the freezer, but he was determined to make this one cooperate. After all, the head he’d been working on had grayish-blue eyes.

The exact same color as Lisa’s eyes had once been.

Lisa. . .she’d been making a little more progress with each day.

He’d had to use the other devices on different sections of her body, but that mask had proven the most efficient. A full week still had yet to pass, and her face was already so recognizable. True, her skin was sickly pale, and her eye sockets were dark and sunken, but she was clearly in less pain than she had been with the burn scars.

She was still unable to walk, and her voice was a long way from returning, but she’d regained plenty of control over her upper-half. She could pivot her waist, move her arms, nod or shake her head, open her eyes—

Well. She could somewhat open her eyes.

But then, she didn’t exactly have eyes anymore.

Just last night, she’d tried to; it’d taken a gut-wrenching amount of effort, judging by how tightly she’d held Callum’s hand throughout the process. Tears had been pouring down her features by the time she finally managed to reveal a pair of oily, half-melted clots of jelly mixed with blood.

There was no doubting how the tears had made things worse. Callum shuddered at the thought of how much they must have stung and burned. . .

Callum chewed his lip as he sat back down, a smaller, thinner tool now in his grasp.

Lisa would see again. He’d make sure of it.

The right eyelid had already been sliced off (it would’ve just gotten in the way otherwise), and the eye itself was bulging from its socket in a less-than-natural way.

He was almost there. It just needed a little more prodding.

So, he slipped the blade into that tiny gap of space that the tear duct offered. He spent what felt like ten minutes maneuvering it around the eye, having to keep his movements painfully slow to avoid cutting its outer muscles.

Eventually, something further inside gave way under the sharp edge, and with a sickening pop! the ocular organ slid out, its now partially severed nerve keeping it from rolling.

Callum ever-so-slightly jumped in his seat, a relieved smile gracing his features as he dabbed blood away with a clean cloth before moving the right eye to join its counterpart.

He returned to the kitchen, making sure to wash his hands before he threw the spent tea bags away and raised one of the mugs to his lips.

As excited as he was to be one step closer, he was still reasonably nervous.

Nervousness meant stress, and stress meant more of a chance for him to botch Lisa’s eye procedure. Tea, on the other hand, meant stress-relief, so of course he had to drink some before he went on with his task.

. . .Or, he would have, if not for the pain that was suddenly wracking his throat on the first sip.

There was no strong-yet-muted tang like he’d been expecting.

There was only scalding, searing.

As though he’d tried to take a drink directly from the kettle.

Callum pitched forward, just barely catching himself on the counter as he gasped and choked.

The mug itself—which was now several tiny, jagged pieces in a steaming puddle on the floor— had felt pleasantly warm.

Nothing at all to foreshadow how the inside of Callum’s throat now felt like it was melting.

His vision grew blurry. Both his eyes and nostrils burned.

He found himself leaning over the sink, clawing at the faucet and then all but shoving his head under it as cold water began flowing out. After a long, long moment, the heat died down.

The pain, however, did not.

Callum still couldn’t breathe, still felt like the flesh within his neck was being torn.

And now there was pushing, squeezing, squirming. . !

Something solid manifested in his mouth, which gaped like a fish without his consent. He was forced to heave and retch, screwing his eyes shut as that something fell into the sink with a light, anticlimactic thunk.

After that, his airway was finally cleared.

His jaw ached like no other, his throat was still raw from all the abuse, but he could breathe again.

It took all the strength he had to not collapse onto his knees.

His sore eyes drifted open just in time to see a small horde of worms, beetles, slugs and centipedes frantically writhing against the sink’s shiny material, likely suffering from the sudden light and wondering where the comfort of their tunnel had gone.

“Goddamn sons of bitches,” Callum muttered after one last gag, scowling as he turned the faucet back on and washed the insects down the drain.

Then, he nearly ripped the faucet’s handle right out as he stopped the water.

“W-what. . .what in the name of. . .” His voice was weak and shaky. (Reasonably so. He hadn’t spoken for the last two-hundred years, after all.)

His voice.

HIS VOICE. . .

A few minutes later, he was striding through the door to the new bedroom, pushing it shut with his shoe as both of his hands were occupied with Lisa’s tea as well as the glass of her soon-to-be eyes. He cleared his throat to announce himself, just as he’d done for the past few days.

In response, Lisa shifted on the bed, slowly turning her head toward the noise. She offered a light hum of her own, and while she usually just did this to greet him, the remnants of her vocals were laced with worry. No way she couldn’t have heard the cacophony downstairs.

Callum took a deep breath, grinning in a way that would’ve made the Cheshire Cat proud as he announced, “It was just a little accident, Lisa. I’m fine, don’t worry.”

He watched as Lisa went stiff, as her limited breathing caught in her throat. He quickened his pace toward the bed, setting his cargo down on the nightstand. Lisa was reaching for him now, trying to open her eyes, the shock on her face quickly morphing into a smile that was equal parts joy and disbelief.

Callum took her hand in his, stooping down to give her a delicate hug. She gingerly wrapped her arms around him.

Sopping wet laughter came pouring out through his lips.

“Lisa. . .Lisa. . !”

The eye procedure could wait for a few more minutes.

Right now, the most important order of business was to show Lisa the voice she’d never heard while still alive.

Perhaps it could be considered a gift.

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discobrainrot · 1 year

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11 kim/harry please! >: )) or 58 jean/judit. to give you options

11. Eat Your Heart - Steam Powered Giraffe

So, this fic is very loosely based on this song lmfao. I went in a weird direction, and it's probably too long to be a ficlet, so uhhhh.... it's gonna go under the cut after the first couple of paragraphs!

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The first thing Kim notices about Harry is his teeth. It catches him wildly off guard.

Years of not trusting his vision make it easy to brush it off, at least at first. The detective from the 41st has a habit of standing frustratingly close, and being far-sighted makes it difficult for Kim to take all of him in. That includes the near-nauseating odour that wafts on his temporary partner's breath. It's not just Harry's breath that reeks. He's enshrouded in the scent of alcohol, sweat, vomit, and something coppery that Kim refuses to name. It conjures images of a red-drenched mouth. Something to match his decidedly sharp teeth.

No. It can't be. Kim dismisses the thought as soon as it arrives. There's nothing wrong with the detective's mouth (apart from the fact that he won't close it).

But as the 41st recovers, he smiles more. He cries more, too. Kim would consider him childlike if the situation wasn't so profoundly unsettling. Every grin, every self-satisfied smirk shows a flash of yellowed teeth. Teeth that fit smoothly together as a dog's might. But it's when he sobs that his terrible maw is on full display. There are slight gaps between his incisors and canines, allowing his teeth to interlock and latch.

After the fourth day in Martinaise, Kim realizes there aren't many small animals around. The ones he and Harry pass by give them a wide berth, their eyes trained on the 41st.

Not long after that, Kim tries to rationalize what he's seeing. At first, he theorizes that he could have filed his teeth, but it doesn't stick. His canines are too long, and the way they mesh... No, filing is out of the question. They might be some impressive veneers, but they're too natural. Besides, how could he afford that kind of dental work on an RCM officer's salary? He can't even afford to stay at the Whirling-In-Rags.

Even as reasonable theories start to fizzle out, Kim won't allow himself to believe that they're... they're...

What? Real? No. No, it's out of the question.

And yet, as the days press on, the thought becomes harder to avoid. It's like standing under the red-eyed glare of the ice bear fridge. Tireless pursuit. Unflinching eyes. The way he holds himself. Harrier Du Bois isn't just some kind of animal; he's a predator.

That's enough to make Kim want to get in his Kineema and drive back to his precinct. Fuck the case. Fuck the pissing contest. There's something wrong with the whole damn thing. He should, but he doesn't. And why?

Because even a broken clock is right twice a day, and even Kim Kitsuragi feels pity for a kicked dog.

hat's what Harry reminds him of, at any rate. Not only because of his terrible teeth or tendency to pursue but the way he weeps. He cries like a hound waiting for its master. Sometimes it's about a woman. Sometimes it's because the world is just too big to take in all at once. Sometimes Kim swears it's because he doesn't know how to process genuine feelings of joy and instead translates them to tears. It tugs at Kim's heartstrings every time.

He hates it. He loves it.

He'll never say a word.

At least, he doesn't think he will, but the tribunal makes fools of them all. It feels like the events unfold in snapshots. Shots fired. People dead. Mercenaries and Hardie Boys. Harry takes a bullet for Kim. He's moved to a room in the Whirling. Field surgery. Terrible, whimpering sounds bubble out of him like blood. Kim's hands shake. All other thoughts are forgotten.

Until they aren't.

The second day that Harry lies unconscious in his now-cleaned room, Kim watches him sleep. He stirs every now and again but sleeps soundly for the most part. When his breathing finally steadies, so does Kim's. He's going to make it. He's going to make it.

As he watches Harry sleep, Kim can't help but notice a terribly sharp tooth peek out from his open mouth. His initial curiosities about the detective's physiology seem trivial now, yet...

Very gently, Kim reaches out and pulls Harry's lip back. He is, just as before, confronted by a set of cruel teeth. He can feel his pulse quicken. This is the closest he's ever gotten to the detective's maw - it's surreal.

Softly, ever so softly, Kim pulls Harry's cheek to reveal his molars. Are they molars? The teeth he finds are just as sharp as all the others, not meant for grinding so much as tearing.

All at once, he thinks about how smoothly Harry's teeth might slide through skin. What would his chapped lips look like stained a beautiful sanguine? The desire to keep caressing Harry's face consumes him. After so many days, he's sure that he can push a gloved finger into his mouth. He's sure Harry would let him. Those teeth could tear through the aged leather of his gloves, but Harry would stay still. He'd be such a good boy.

Suddenly, the detective stirs. Kim's hands are pulled back in a heartbeat, and he prays Harry won't remember any of this. If he does, he makes no indication of it.

In the coming days, Harry comes back to himself.

They solve the case.

They find the Insulindian Phasmid.

They're confronted by Harry's colleagues from the 41st.

Three sets of eyes bore holes into Harry as he stands just behind Kim's shoulder. Once again, he's reminded of a dog. Loyal. Affectionate. Desperate to please. As he stands in front of Harry, all three RCM officers regard him, both aghast and awed. Pride wells in Kim's lungs, and he doesn't question why. After encountering the Phasmid, he's much more willing to believe--

"You've spent the week with him -- on this case. What is your take?" Satellite Officer Vicquemare's question snaps Kim back to reality.

"On the case?" He responds, clearing his throat. Harry tenses behind him.

"On Lieutenant-Yefreitor Du Bois."

"Well…" Kim huffs and feels his lips curl as Harry puts a heavy hand on his shoulder. "He's the most impressive werewolf I've ever worked with."

#Disco Elysium AU #Disco Elysium Spoilers #Disco Elysium Supra-Natural AU #Disco Elysium Werewolf AU #Eat Your Heart by Steam Powered Giraffe #Harry Du Bois #Harrier Du Bois #Werewolf Harry Du Bois #disco elysium ficlet #is it a ficlet if it's like 1028 words #look its based on the song in the sense that there's like crying #and like uhhhhhhhh.... there's themes of harry being a scary monster???#idk take it lol #unrelated: on a scale of 1 - 10 how obvious is it that i have an oral fixation lmfao #Misc Ask #Ask Meme

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myf00djournal · 5 months

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Out on my morning walk looking like a well matched queen 👸🏻

Thinking about my peers on here doing some reflecting and setting of goals and pondering if I set concrete goals for myself this year. Retrospectively, yes I suppose I did! Things just kind of happened and I guess seeing them through was the persistence.

My brain dump looking back -

👩🏻‍🏫 Work - Hmm. Well I started in a role that will not exist next year which is a shame. I will still be in a similar role, albeit temporarily until the end of the year. Then, I am not sure what’s happening. My HSC class ranked 1st in our system so that’s pretty exciting. I made a lot of connections with my students and supported them through some pretty heavy shit…

📚 Study - …This then prompted me to start my Masters which I am 3 units into. I have been toying with the idea of pursuing this for ten years so that is a long term goal achieved for sure!

💵 Other work - I wrote freelance exam papers and did HSC marking for some side money 💰 I have said no to the exam papers for next year which I am so proud of myself for.

🏋🏽‍♀️ Training - I went to the gym 170 times which seems to average 3-4 times per week. Sounds right. Jan-Sept is hard because of netball, I was lucky to get to the gym 3 times per week during the season. My gym doesn’t open on Sundays either. Sept-Dec was a solid hit out during the challenge. I managed to lose 10kg, making my total loss since September 2022 16kg without any gains back. I didn’t suffer any major injuries in the gym and this contributed to my consistency and ability to push myself more.

🏃🏽‍♀️ Parkrun - I ran 33 parkruns this year. In April last year I set a goal to get back under 30 mins. I did it this year not once but nine times 🥹 all in the second half of the year. This was my biggest running year since 2019 due to lockdowns etc.

🏐 Netball - My rep and club team both finished 3rd 🥲 I had great seasons, particularly for club my shooting accuracy was the highest and most consistent it’s been for years sitting around 85-90% every game. That was my goal ✅ No injuries that sidelined me - except for my dislocated finger 🤣 briefly. Another goal ✅

💵 Monies - Without putting amounts out there it’s pleasing and also a privilege to get through the year comfortably. I got to travel with my bestie at the start of the year, book a holiday with Josh (Wednesday eee) and still save a good amount for my emergency fund, general savings and pay for my units upfront for uni (although 75% is subsidized thanks government). When I cleaned out my wardrobe I was pleased not too part with too much which means I haven’t overconsumed and wasted.

🏥 Health - I had my endo surgery which had been on my mind for about 3-4 years. ✅ I already feel so many benefits from it and regret not having it again sooner (last one was 2009!). Had another iron infusion. Generally, I do look after my health and try to do regular dental, chiro, GP visits etc. I only saw my psych once this year. I could probably have done with a top up because things got very dicey for me around April, but we made it through.

🥂 Alcohol - I stopped drinking between August-November and since have only had alcohol on 5 occasions (I use a dry days tracker). I’m sorting out when feels safe for me to drink and how much control I have. The reset has really helped me understand why I used to drink, sometimes alone, and that I put myself in unsafe situations when this happens. I still have some soul searching to go but I am on the right track.

My brain dump for 2024 -

👩🏻‍🏫 Work - Enjoy the year. Relax a little. Set boundaries. Know where you stand.

📚 Study - Complete 5 units

💵 Other work - HSC marking and that’s it

🏋🏽‍♀️ Training - Keep up with gym, average 4-5 times per week. Bench 60! Be nicer to people at 5am 🤣

🏃🏽‍♀️ Running - Attend as many parkruns as I can. Go under 28 (home PB). Volunteer more. Maybe do a half again in November? Depends on other factors.

🏐 Netball - Have already said no to rep (can you tell I am being so firm with my resources next year?). Will always play club. Goal - Win grand final again. Shoot at 90-95% accuracy.

💵 Monies - We connected with a financial advisor just before Christmas so plan to see that through and have a look at what we can do! Clearer goals will then form. I also want to stop shouting people things. I am overly generous with this and it needs to stop because a lot of the time it’s colleagues who never do a shout so it never comes back to me 🥲

🏥 Health - Find out what I am anaphylactic to on 28/2 😀 and hopefully don’t die during that test! Continue managing my endo and other factors that connect to all of that. Maintain my weight loss in healthy and sensible means (which I am confident in myself I can).

🥂 Alcohol - I want to continue to be mindful in my motives for drinking, how society has normalized alcohol consumption, etc. I want to be safe, feel healthy and not ruin next days for myself.

📷 - My bestie and I need to take more photos together

📱- I really need to reduce my screen time (cruise will help with this!)

📖- I really need to read more (2 books planned for our cruise!)

🧽 - I keep editing and adding to this lol. I want to maintain a really minimal space inside our home. We have done a lot of decluttering the last few weeks and I am really keen to keep it up. We have a council clean up booked for 2/1 and what better way to start the NY! Can’t wait to drag some of our old stuff out and say see ya 👋🏾

#gymlife #training #strength and conditioning #nutrition #food #personal #health & fitness #new year #goals #reflection

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ko2vo · 1 year

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Happy pride month everyone!

I am one year post-op from my top surgery as of May 18th and I figured I'd post an update for anyone curious (the one from my 6 weeks post-op is here):

It's all healed quite nice! Very happy and very hairy lol the scarred area is numb, I'm generally a ticklish person but that whole area is a similar sensation to getting freezing done for dental work. Nipples also without sensation for the most part; my left nip is kind of tender and bruiselike in feeling when a moderate amount of pressure is applied.

At the beginning of healing, I was having some ingrown chest hair but that's mostly settled. When I stretch, I can feel my "seams" and where the skin was stitched together pulling.

Which I actually wanna highlight a bit - during your first 1-3 months post-op, you're advised to be minimal on movement and heal, even if you are technically cleared to go back to normal activity. I had to go back to work, which was a very manual job. For some reason, I took a lot of care to not overuse my dominant right side:

As a result, the scar is very thin and pale on that side. However, I began to use my left side a lot and one day, I felt something pop I guess you could say:

The pink-red streak is where my scar was stretched on my left side during healing. I don't care too much but something to keep in mind! There is a lot of discussion about how scars will stretch if you don't take it easy while healing but not a ton of visuals so I wanted to show what happened to me (if you stretch more, the larger and darker your scar will become).

This overuse of my left side might also be the reason my left nip can't handle pressure. It is what it is!

But yes! Overall, very happy! It was a busy busy year for me and getting surgery really helped me live more freely. I got a better job, I began to volunteer, I just moved to a new city and I am beginning my Masters this fall - there's a lot I was able to do this year that I had wanted to do earlier but couldn't, due to the double whammy of dysphoria-depression and physical exhaustion from binding so much.

It's a scary time to be trans. Politics are real bad right now. I want to do more as a trans person and trans artist. I'd been shy about being queer and proud in the past but I think it's becoming more important to me to be an advocate and inform others in whatever small ways I am able to. Even if it's just drawing silly comics or sharing my life.

Thank you for reading!

#korvo talks #trans stuff #my life is in boxes at the moment but hopefully i can unpack my tablet this weekend

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idabbleincrazy · 1 year

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First Turn of the Spiral

Fandom: Angel (Buffyverse)

Rating: E

Pairing: Spangelus (William/Angelus)

Word Count: 2729

Warnings: smut, pwp (mostly), bottom!Angelus, bottoming from the top, first time bottoming, obsession, anal sex, control issues

Summary: Angelus plans to rid himself of his obsession with a certain part of William's anatomy once and for all.

A/N: this started as one fic, then turned into a completely different fic as I went along. Cuz I just can't keep feelings out of my Spangel even when they're soulless. Written mainly for @countblucas , my constant cheerleader for bottom!Angel in every form. Oh, and I left the ending open for a sequel 😈

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He didn't know what it was about the brash young fledge his insane Princess had brought home that made his cock perk to new, and frankly, dangerous and frightening, thoughts, and yet, he seemed unable to banish them.

Oh, sure, he'd been no stranger to the pleasures to be found in that nature of rutting. He had Darla for a Sire, after all. He had felt the delight of a certain spot being pressed against when Darla had rode him with the double headed ivory dildo she'd commissioned during their stay in Paris. He had written off the force of his climax to the combination of virgin blood they'd supped on, the stream of filthy praise from the one who'd created him tinkling in his ear, and the taste of Drusilla's sweet drippings on his tongue as his face was pressed further into her slick cunt, and thought no further of it.

But he could not deny that the soft, pretty faced lad intrigued him. That he often caught himself staring at that long, pale cock as it pushed into Drusilla's folds, shaking himself from thoughts of what pleasures that cool, curved shaft could bring. Blinking, he would come back to himself, and his thrusts into whichever hole he was currently filling would gain in speed and ferocity, his aching cock pistoning in and out of Darla's cunt, Drusilla's mouth, and on a few occasions, William's tight little pucker, until he roared out his release, coming hard, but slightly unsatisfactorily, before quickly pulling out and shutting himself up in whatever room presently acted as his study.

He couldn't resist it any longer, though. The thoughts were becoming maddening, following him into slumber so that he awoke hard and leaking, his buttocks clenching around emptiness, aching from a phantom stretch. Much more of this, and he would soon become as crazed as his dark haired progeny.

The girls were still across town, some minor dignitary within the demon world had thrown a feast, and would not return until dawn the next day. What better time to finally rid himself of this befuddling obsession without them meddling in?

After a quick hunt for their nightly meal, quicker than normal because if he had to watch William sink fangs and cock into one more half-naked harlot in the fetid London allies, he was going to tumble the unsuspecting lad to the ground then and there and have his way with him right in front of the squealing whores, Angelus dragged the tawny haired fledge back to the house they'd usurped. He pulled the complaining young vampire directly up to the master bedroom, his trousers tight as his cock throbbed against the stays.

The room was comfortably warm, the fireplace still alight just as he'd ordered the minions before their departure. He had also had them bring up a decanter of the best wine the previous owners had in their cellar, but found himself in too much need to ply the young fledge with it now. Besides, the lad rarely gave much objection to their dalliances these days.

"Bloody hell, Angelus!" William looked up at him as he thrust the slighter vampire up against the wall, expression caught between anger and confusion. "Look, mate, I can smell that you're hard, but couldn't we have had a bit more fun with the humans, first? Barely had my fill of the last one before you dragged me off her. Honestly, I'm surprised you didn't just slake your lust in that red-haired strumpet that offered to take us both."

"Aye, but they weren't what I've had a taste for tonight, me boy. If you're still not sated by the time we're finished, we can always drain the stable boy."

Angelus crowded William against the wall, breathing in the scent of his own substantial arousal and letting out a low growl of hunger.

"Darla would have a fit if she came back to find we have to hire a new hand again."

"Let me handle Darla, lad. Now, are you going to keep jabbering, or are you going to be a good pup, and strip?"

Not giving the fledgling a chance to retort beyond the start of an angry growl, Angelus gripped him by the chin and mashed his mouth to William's. The younger vampire responded without thought, his lips parting to welcome the forceful tongue pushing past his teeth. Angelus grinned into the kiss, loving how compliant the boy became under his ministrations.

As the kiss deepened, he tugged William's shirt free of his trousers, fingers blindly working at the buttons until he felt flesh under his fingertips. Turning them away from the wall, he backed the young vampire across the room until they tumbled to the bed, Will's gasp swallowed as Angelus refused to break away from the blood-sweet mouth he was so intent on devouring.

Angelus maneuvered them up the bed, still straddling the lithe body as it squirmed and grasped at his hair and shoulders. He barely registered his own shirt being ripped open, buttons clattering as they pinged off the wall and floor, William becoming more brazen as the kiss went on. Barely resisting the dulled instinct to pant, Angelus pulled away from William's mouth, smirking down at the pouting form as he wriggled free of his somehow undone trousers, his cock slapping against his stomach and dripping pre-cum.

William started to turn over as Angelus finished disrobing, and Angelus let out a soft chuckle, stopping him mid-twist. Lust-darkened blue eyes met his in mild confusion, but William stilled nonetheless.

"Dammit, Angelus, you know I don't like being taken like a woman, let me turn over, 's easier."

"We're trying something different tonight, boy. And if you don't stop your damnable complaining, it'll be the only time we do it this way."

Content with the fledge's temporary silence, Angelus eased William's shirt down his shoulders and slid his trousers down his legs to his thighs, leaving the slender limbs restricted in their range of motion. He may be giving in to the new desire to be filled, but he wasn't going to let the whelp think he was in any means submitting to him. Control had been key in keeping the sometimes-upstart in line since the day Drusilla had brought him home, and domination had been a major factor in maintaining that control. The boy could not be allowed to forget his place, regardless of who's cock went where.

Keeping his features stern, Angelus straddled William again and reached over to grab the tin of salve he used if he was feeling more magnanimous when he was taking the slim vampire. Scooping out a generous dollop of the slick liniment, he let a smirk quirk his lips as he reached behind himself, William's eyes narrowing in further confusion as the expected fingers failed to penetrate him. They widened almost comically as realization sunk in.

"Sire?"

"No questions, lad." Angelus grunted quietly as he stretched himself, his cock twitching at the burn, the pain heightening his arousal as he scissored his fingers inside the tight passage. "This is still for my pleasure. Yours is inconsequential."

William gulped and his gaze drifted down to where Angelus' hand disappeared behind his back, his half-hard cock filling further, a low growl building in his throat at the knowledge of what the elder vampire was preparing to do.

When he felt himself adequately opened, Angelus eased his fingers out and wrapped his hand around the dark blonde's length, stroking it to full hardness. Lifting up on his knees, he held the long shaft upright and shifted back until the slick tip was notched against his aching hole. Biting back a groan of pleasure, he bore down on William's cock, his own leaking a spurt of pre-cum as he felt himself being filled.

"Oh, God, Sire! So bloody tight!"

"Hmm." Angelus stilled as his ass nestled in the cradle of William's hips, relishing the feeling of the sizable cock stretching him better than any piece of ivory ever could. It was better than he had imagined all those times he'd watched the boy taking Dru or being ridden into the mattress by Darla, better than any of the dreams that had left him waking up sticky and unsated. He was surprised at William's exclamation as he sheathed the stiff length. "Have ye not taken any of the men you've killed yet, boy? I've seen you tease them with the hope of salvation if they pleasured you with their mouths, but have you never taken a man's arse?"

"N-no…never had a mind to. Would've done, if I'd known it would feel like this. Bloody hell, Angelus, is this what it feels like when you take me?"

Angelus was strangely pleased that he had been yet another of the lad's firsts. The first to take both his ass and his mouth with his cock, and now this final scrap of virginity belonged to him, as well. William let out a low moan as Angelus shifted, his hands moving from his sides to slide up the brunette's thighs, inching up towards his waist.

"C'mon, pet, let me feel you move."

Angelus growled and grabbed William's wrists, pulling his arms away and over his head, the brusque movement drawing William's attention away from his attempt to gain control of their coupling as Angelus leaned over him, the clenching tightness sliding up his shaft. Not giving the fledge time to recover from the distraction, Angelus started a slow, rocking, pace. The cock stretching him open felt good. Too good. He could already tell that this wouldn't be the last time he'd be in this position. Hell, he could feel his climax creeping up on him already, and they'd barely begun. Much as he wanted to ride the slim body beneath him, rough and fast, until he found a roaring release, he would not let himself be so thoroughly undone by the younger vampire. William always spilled first, when he was allowed to at all, and that would not change.

"Sire, oh, Christ, Angelus!"

Angelus clenched his ass around the girth filling him as he shifted, slightly regretting his choice in position; the dual sensations of the long shaft stretching his slick passage and his own aching cock rubbing along the surprisingly muscular torso beneath him proving to be a harsh test of his restraint. In dire need of a change in the equation, he guided William's hands to the headboard, wrapping his fingers crushingly tight around one of the rails.

"Don't move, boy. So much as a twitch of those fingers before I say, an' you'll be wishing you'd only been buggered tonight."

"Yes, Sire."

Decently satisfied that William would obey, Angelus sat back on his heels, his hands sliding down the blonde's arms to rest on his chest. He quickened his pace, his lust-blown gaze drifting over the slim yet sturdy body beneath him. William's tight grip on the headboard brought his muscles into stark relief in the flickering light of the fire, mesmerizing Angelus as his eyes traced along them. How had he always thought the lads' prettiness as soft? No, revealed like this, with his hands splayed across straining pectorals, he could see it was a masculine beauty. The odd realization made him husk out a deep groan of pleasure, his hips thrusting against the cock within him mindlessly.

"Do you feel it yet, Sire?"

"Feel what, William? What nonsense are you about?"

"That spot, Angelus. The one you always find when you're shagging me, that makes me beg you for more. Christ, luv, 's bloody brilliant when you feel it," William moaned and wriggled under him, slightly changing the angle of his cock's journey. "Please, Sire, let me show you, want you to see how good it can feel."

Angelus slowed, his thoughts overrunning him. He'd seen the look of ecstasy that would cross the boy's face when he'd shift and suddenly feel his cock pressing against some nub of flesh inside him. The blonde would moan and plead so prettily then, pushing back against him to take him impossibly deeper, hand straying to his own heavy cock, desperate. He longed to feel like that, to feel that euphoria coursing through his body; but could he give up the control needed to find that mysterious bit of hidden flesh? Would it be worth the risk of allowing the fledge this concession of power?

And why not? Would this not bring him the very pleasure he sought in this act in the first place? As patriarch of this little family, did he not deserve to feel exactly as he so often made William feel? Was it not owed to him?

"Angelus?"

Having assured himself that this divergence of the status quo would not lead to lasting consequences, Angelus nodded at William, allowing him to release his grasp on the railing.

"Tell me when I've found it, Sire, when the angle's right."

Angelus let his eyes fall closed as William's hands encircled his hips, guiding him up and down his stiff cock, shifting beneath him before each downstroke. He turned his thoughts from seeking his own release, letting the younger vampire seek it out for him. His cock throbbed, aching at having held out this long.

"Jesus!"

Angelus' eyes shot open as his nerves sparked with nearly forgotten life, the bulbous cockhead buried deep inside him pressing insistently against some hitherto unknown bit of tissue. A lightning bolt of arousal flared through him, pushing his climax dangerously close to the point of no return.

"There, William. Oh, feckin' hell, there!" Angelus let out a drawn out groan, one hand moving away from William's torso to wrap around his leaking cock, stroking the thick shaft in time with the fledge's thrusts. "Shite, lad, why'd you not tell me of this sooner? Feels almost as good as fucking your tight arse, Will."

"Told you it was brilliant, Angelus. Christ, you feel so good, Sire, clenching so tight around me like that. Gonna make me cum, 'Gelus, 's too bloody good."

"Do it, me boy, cum for me. Just keep hitting that spot. Oh, fuck. C'mon, William, give me your pleasure."

"Oh, bloody fucking Christ!"

Angelus barely held in the shout of surprised pleasure when he felt a tepid warmth filling him as William gripped him tighter, the body under him going briefly rigid before thrusting faster as it worked itself through its release. He felt a hand join his around his cock, their fingers lacing together as he stroked himself harder.

"Come on, Angelus, let it go now. Let me feel you cum, Sire, please."

The obeisance in the blonde's voice tipped him over the edge, his cock pulsing in their joined hands as he came, ropes of sticky spend shooting out to land across William's neck and chest and dripping over their fingers. Angelus rode out his orgasm, reluctant to release the softening length still thrusting inside him.

Surprised to find himself panting needlessly, he released his grip on his spent cock and disentangled his hand from William's. He felt the cock within him twitch weakly as the boy brought his cum-covered hand to his mouth and licked away the viscous mess, his own cock giving a feeble attempt to stir itself at the debauched sight the blonde made.

With a grunt, he lifted himself off William's cock and collapsed to the bed beside him. He had thought going through with this would clear his mind of the growing obsession he had over the fledgling and his cock; instead he found himself more obsessed than ever. Even now, the sticky, limp length lying along a strong, pale thigh, Angelus wanted nothing more than to suckle that soft flesh back to steely hardness and feel it thrusting back into him. The more the blonde's spend leaked out of his throbbing hole to soil the sheets, the emptier he felt, the fullness, that sense of completion, gone. He felt himself spiraling deeper even than when he had stalked his Princess those long months. More obsessed than he had ever been with his own Sire. This result was wholly unexpected, but he was reluctant to even consider the consequences of his surrender as he reached over and pulled William to him, wrapping his hand around his flaccid cock.

"What have you done to me, boy?"

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All Things Spike: @leatafandom

#william/angelus #lemon #a:ts fanfic #buffyverse fanfic #spangel

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18trip Translation: STILL BLANK 000-A04, THE FIRST TRIP

Hamasaki: If you stay out here, you’ll catch a cold.

Boy in the hospital: …………

Hamasaki: Hey, Kafka…… Should we go back inside?

Kafka: No way.

Hamasaki: But……. If you catch a cold, it’ll be really bad!

Kafka: …… I’ll just stay right here. Just here…… on the rooftop courtyard.

From my hospital room to here……. It’s the only trip that I can take.

Hamasaki: Kafka……. But, but! After the big surgery, you’ll be able to go anywhere, right!? Becoming healthy, traveling somewhere…… We’ll have a super fun trip, so let’s play a lot, okay?

Kafka: The success rate of the surgery isn’t 100%……

Hamasaki: Are you saying it might fail?

Kafka: …… Either way, the surgery is still a long way off.

Hamasaki: Kafka…

Kafka: I’m jealous of you, Hamasaki…… You can go anywhere, no matter how far—

Hamasaki: ……Then, Kafka. After the rain stops, let’s go on a journey. The two of us, together.

Kafka: Together…… With me?

Hamasaki: Yeah. Together.

Kafka: …… Hey, Hamasaki.

Hamasaki: Hm?

Kafka: Please… don’t let go of my hand. Tightly, just like this, forever……

Hamasaki: Mhm. I won’t let go.

Kafka: Forever? Someday…… Someday, when I have my surgery, too……?

Hamasaki: I won’t ever let go. I swear.

Kafka: Do you promise?

Hamasaki: Yeah, I promise!

Hamasaki: —That promise I made, huh.

Messages: Ooguro Kafka

From: Kafka [The surgery is over.]

To: Kafka [Eh!?]

To: Kafka [Surgery!? It’s done!? What are you saying!?]

From: Kafka [Sorry. It was decided so suddenly that I couldn’t let you know ahead of time.]

To: Kafka [How did it go?]

To: Kafka [Kafka?]

To: Kafka [Did something happen?]

To: Kafka [Heeeeeey!!]

Hamasaki: —He isn’t replying.

But, if that’s the real Kafka texting me that it’s over, the surgery must have been a success.

(Well, he said so, but until I see his face I won’t be able to relax!

Hamasaki: Kaf—

Slender Man with Glasses: DON’T MOVE!!!! Stop right there!

Hamasaki: Uwaa!?

Slender Man with Glasses: You cannot enter this room! Many unsolved cases overlook key clues in the initial investigations.

Hamasaki: (Oh, is this Kafka’s butler……?)

Sakujiro-san? You said I couldn’t come in…… This is Kafka’s room, isn’t it?

D-Did something happen to Kafka……!?

Sakujiro: That is what I am investigating now. I am terribly sorry, but please wait over there for a while, Hamasaki-san.

Hamasaki: Eh…… Okay?

Sakujiro: It cannot be helped. If you fly too close to the sun, your wings will melt, and to become reliant on artificial intelligence is to corrupt mankind…… If possible, I’d rather not use it, but……

Hamasaki: Is that another piece of Sakujiro’s Series of Puzzle-solving Tools?

Sakujiro: Exactly, it has been handed down in the Kafka family for generations. The butler’s 777 tools.

…… This time, this should work perfectly. The young master scent detector, “KunKun PeroPero Circle¹”. Taking daily records of the young master’s scent, this dog-style robot can detect what the young master is doing, what he is eating, even what he is hiding, as well as changes in the young master’s blood composition.

Hamasaki: Even tasting it…… It can do that?

Sakujiro: It is not “tasting it.” It is within my heart and soul. I can sense it right here. See, it’s on now.

Ah, a reaction! 36 minutes and 31 seconds prior, the young master got out of bed and changed from his pajamas into his everyday clothing.

Hamasaki: Of course, those are his pajamas thrown off over there!

Sakujiro: Here, he turned around and put a single piece of dental gum in his mouth. Naturally, the bottle is one piece of gum lighter than when I checked it this morning.

Hamasaki: He can tell from the weight of the container…… incredible……

(Sakujiro-san always knows everything Kafka is up to……)

Sakujiro: Gripping the door, the young master peered down the hallway, left, right, left, to confirm it was safe. Ahh, it’s just like when the young master was a small child and would ask me to ensure it was safe.

Hamasaki: In other words, Kafka was careful to make sure nobody would see him leaving…?

Sakujiro: According to the KunKun PeroPero Circle, at that time the young master was half excited, half anxious! His right foot was left in the room……

Hamasaki: …………

Sakujiro: ……

Hamasaki: Where did he go from there……?

Sakujiro: I haven’t the slightest idea. Regrettably, the KunKun PeroPero Circle is not equipped with that function.

Hamasaki: That’s……! Those functions are way too limited!

Sakujiro: There’s only one thing I can say for certain, we must start searching as soon as possible and bring him back.

Hamasaki: Kafka, where could you have gone off to…… Saying your surgery was over was nothing more than empty words……

Sakujiro: Hm?

Hamasaki: I heard that his surgery was finished.

Sakujiro: I see. Hamasaki-san, may I ask for your support? Perhaps…… This was left behind for you. It seems it must be a tape.

Hamasaki: A cassette tape? Is it Kafka’s?

Sakujiro: It was placed under the futon.

Hamasaki: This date……

(That’s more than ten years ago…… It must be……)

Hamasaki: Once the rain stops, let’s go on a trip! The two of us, together.

Kafka: Together…… With me?

Hamasaki: Yeah. Together.

Hamasaki: That day—

¹ “kunkun” and “peropero” are onomotopeias meaning “sniff” and “licking” respectively, and… i really don’t think writing “sniff sniff lick lick circle” sounds very good… so i stuck with the original reading for this. additionally, you’ll notice i used honorifics in this chapter. it felt more proper considering that sakujiro is a butler which requires a great amount of formal language… i really choose who uses the honorifics based on their vibes i chose to use the last name of the main character, hamasaki, as there are two main characters to choose from and i didn't want to imply one or the other to allow readers to imagine who they would like. all my translations are not proof-read, so please let me know if there are any pieces that should be adjusted. thanks for reading!

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welcome to my blog, i will be sharing my journey as a dental student.

starting off with an introduction about me- i'm a 19 year old, who just finished her medical entrance exams.

i've decided to pursue dentistry after a lot of thought, and inspiration from brilliant doctors around me.

i finished my high school in 2023 and took a year gap for figuring out my career.

presently, i am waiting to get accepted into my dream college.

since it's my vacation, i've been researching about this field and i want to learn more about it.

my plan is to pursue a bachelors of dental surgery (bds) followed by masters of dental surgery (mds) in the next 8 years.

i will be logging in every day of my journey for anyone interested in this field- the highs and lows of twenties, the success and failures and more importantly an insight for myself to look back upon.

i will be sharing my study schedule, notes and resources i use throughout my journey.

there will be a post everyday about my learnings.

p.s. i am not an extraordinary student. i have decent scores. this is to prove that an average student like myself can still be successful in a field they choose for themselves.

10th May, 2024.

#study blog #studyblr #dentist #study hard #study inspo #digital diary

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ancientfaces · 1 year

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Dr. Ebenezer Bush “E.B.”, Jr. DDS, was a prominent African American dentist and community leader, born on March 20, 1920 in Shreveport, Louisiana.

He began his education in segregated schools and went on to graduate from Tuskegee Institute and later Howard University's School of Dentistry, to become the first African American to establish a dental practice in Long Beach, California. Throughout his life, he dedicated himself to community and economic development, education, civil rights, and employment. He became a Master Dentist, a pioneer in dental implant surgery, and completed a postgraduate residency in anesthesia at Harbor USC Medical Center.

He also founded Project Tutor, an organization to help kids read, and was involved in numerous organizations such as the NAACP, Long Beach Community Credit Union, and the Long Beach City College Foundation. He received many awards and honors, including the key to the city of Long Beach and was invited to the White House during the George H.W. Bush Administration in honor of his civic and philanthropic contributions. He and his wife, Wynona, were married for 65 years and had two sons, both of whom became doctors themselves. Bush passed away on August 16, 2016, leaving behind a legacy of leadership, compassion, and dedication to his community. We’ll always remember the life of Dr. “E.B.” and his many accomplishments and contributions to society on https://www.ancientfaces.com/person/dr-ebenezer-bush-birth-1920-death-2016/192891804

#black history month #dentist #black history

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learnenglishnewmotivation · 1 year

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Here are 50 common abbreviations for competitive exams in Bangladesh:

BCS - Bangladesh Civil Service

PSC - Primary School Certificate

JSC - Junior School Certificate

SSC - Secondary School Certificate

HSC - Higher Secondary Certificate

NTRCA - Non-Government Teachers' Registration and Certification Authority

DU - Dhaka University

JU - Jahangirnagar University

BUET - Bangladesh University of Engineering and Technology

CU - Chittagong University

RU - Rajshahi University

KU - Khulna University

MBBS - Bachelor of Medicine and Bachelor of Surgery

BDS - Bachelor of Dental Surgery

LLB - Bachelor of Laws

MBA - Master of Business Administration

BBA - Bachelor of Business Administration

BSc - Bachelor of Science

MSc - Master of Science

BA - Bachelor of Arts

MA - Master of Arts

MCQ - Multiple Choice Questions

VIVA - Viva Voce (oral exam)

IQ - Intelligence Quotient

GK - General Knowledge

IBA - Institute of Business Administration

IELTS - International English Language Testing System

TOEFL - Test of English as a Foreign Language

GRE - Graduate Record Examination

GMAT - Graduate Management Admission Test

BNCC - Bangladesh National Curriculum and Textbook Board

NCTB - National Curriculum and Textbook Board

DPE - Directorate of Primary Education

MPO - Monthly Pay Order

GPA - Grade Point Average

BMDC - Bangladesh Medical and Dental Council

BCPS - Bangladesh College of Physicians and Surgeons

AFMC - Armed Forces Medical College

AFMI - Armed Forces Medical Institute

HSTU - Hajee Mohammad Danesh Science and Technology University

CUET - Chittagong University of Engineering and Technology

KUET - Khulna University of Engineering and Technology

RUET - Rajshahi University of Engineering and Technology

CUJ - Comilla University of Journalism and Mass Communication

JNU - Jagannath University

RUET - Rajshahi University of Engineering and Technology

RUHS - Rajshahi University of Health Sciences

DMC - Dhaka Medical College

MMC - Mymensingh Medical College

JMC - Jashore Medical College

#motivating quotes #spoken Englsih #learn English #abbreviation #abbreviations #alternative

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sinclxirx · 1 year

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Sonya Catherine 'Swordsman' Ryan Timeline

2000-2004: studied criminology

2004-2006: master degree criminology

2004-2010: FBI Special Agent/BAU Agent

june 2007: married her first husband

early 2010: lost her husband, the 6 month of torture

late 2011: joined the Campus

September 2016: joined Rainbow

November 2018: Sonya and Jordan start dating

2019: start of her dental surgeries

June 2022: Sonya and Jordan marry

October 2022: the first child was born

2023: Sonya became the new Six

#rainbow six siege #r6s #rainbow six siege oc #OC: Sonya Ryan #Sonya Catherine Ryan #original characters #original character

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misscammiedawn · 2 years

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Hypno Asks Answered 1/5

Hi everyone.

I've been laid up recovering from a dental surgery and decided to type a bunch of words replying to an old Tumblr hypno ask meme which can be found here: https://at.tumblr.com/kallie-den/hypnosis-kink-asks/jzca6c5z6ke7 Post split into 5 for formatting reasons. I encourage asks, anon or otherwise. Feel free to probe if any answers intrigue.

With that said... let's go!

1. How long have you been into hypnosis?

Since I was a teenager at least. I used to fantasize about hypnotherapists taking me deep and asking me the truth to questions which were too emotionally complex for me to untangle myself. I used to stare out of windows and think of pendulums and grandfather clocks. I got into the hypnosis community when I was about 19 via Yahoo Groups and kinda followed the growth and pilgramage from platform to platform.

I guess I did kind of get the therapist honesty thing happen to me one time, but that's another story and you'll have to ask for it specifically.

2. Describe your first experience with hypnosis

I remember when I was young I couldn't really move my computer or stretch audio cables, so I needed to make a little cot for myself in the corner of the room. I was awful in my early days. Just listened to files without care for my safety. I just wanted an escape. I bought 45 minute files. I recall one framed like a bank heist with pink mist seeping into the vault of my brain to change things. Predated Inception, even. I was always scared neighbors would hear so I put the speakers on the ground and pulled headphones in and just slept away. I had tons of rituals in the early days, scented candles, boiling baths, anything to try and make it work better. I was AMAZING at visualizing back in those days. I would just get absorbed in the fantasy.

My first interactive partner was an RP buddy on Yahoo Groups who became my first Master. He kept me for about 5 years. I adored him. Did everything he wanted. Even to my own detriment. He was an awful human. I am ashamed I followed him.

My first IRL session was with the woman I married. There was the golden glow of an American sunset pouring through her window as the heaviness of a 12 hour journey across the planet to see her was catching up with me. Her parents were going to drop me off at the hotel to sleep. She thought she could keep me there with her if I fell asleep. She stroked my brow. Cooed for me to just relax. I sank into her lap. It was pure peace and serenity. She tells me she snuck in our first kiss while I was under.

3. Are there any TV shows/movies/books you liked when you were younger that you think got you into hypnosis?

There was like a Magic Block on TV when I was growing up. Masked Magician SECRETS UNVEALED, Sabrina the Teenage Witch and The Hypnotic World of Paul McKenna. I watched every week and was fascinated. I loved magic as a child. But it was all the mystic allure and not real. At least until one of my mum's friends was telling her about being on the McKenna show, a show where they hypnotize people in the audience and do skits. British Broadcast Standards do not allow the airing of any hypnosis so they always made it seem secret and taboo, hidden behind a blurry screen and mum's friend had THE SECRETS. So I listened (she had a Pepsi that night so couldn't go on stage) and was just fascinated. It was not just real magic, it was something that could work on anyone. That real person who was in my life had witnessed it and could have "gone under". I remember my obsession was born in the childish awe of that story.

4. Are you primarily a hypnotist or a subject?

My mood dictates. Some days I am the subbiest little kitten the world has ever seen, capable of flopping and eye rolling and swooning into deep hypnosis at the drop of a hat--- some days I am the most seductive creature alive and will tease and tantalize until my partner is a whimpering wreck pleading for my words.

I can be your angle or yuor devil.

5. Are you primarily a dom/me or a sub?

I am a collared sub and that does not change, no matter what mood I am in. @ladyruetha owns me. At present I do not own anyone and doubt that will change. But heavens when I make them mine, even for a brief moment, I'm sure they'd refer to me as a stunning domme.

6. What do you love about being hypnotised?

Oh so very much. The sweet tantalizing seductive allure, the way your senses are played with until you succumb to a wave of bliss, relaxation and sometimes euphoria. I love losing myself and finding a safety and disconnect from my own mind, I like finding a powerful connection in my trance partner, I love feeling cared for and controlled and kept. The way that the words stir things within my heart, change me, alter me, guide me. The way I can forget on command or rise on command or have my heart plucked and pulled. It's the extremes with none of the extreme. No danger. Just enticement. Pure and utter enticement.

7. What do you love about hypnotising people?

Yet more still… Ah, I can see each of my words or gestures being absorbed by them. I command their attention, control their perceptions, the push and pull is intoxicating. I love making a partner rigidly stiffen at my signal or collapse into a puddle at a whisper. I like my words causing trembling shudders and longing whimpers. I love feeling the dance and play between two people, building on a scene together and finding brilliant new inspirations and see just how they are received… especially when they decide how it could be improved. Hypnotizing people is so fun.

8. How do you feel when hypnotised?

It's a pleasant dissociation. When I dissociate because of environmental factors there's stress, there's a thin skinned feeling of every sense in my environment threatening my composure, there's a dangerous sense of being adrift and lost and what I would describe as a panic but with no emotion or urgency, to pull myself back and feeling incapable of doing so. It's like being knocked away from the spaceship of my mind and drifting out into the void with no tether, no aid and no way back. Somatically it feels like my brain is being pushed outside of my eyeballs, like my perception is a like charged magnet pressed against my eyeballs and pushing it outside of me. Hypnosis is--- surprisingly--- a lot like that. But it's calm and controlled. The external stressors fade away. There's a tether. There's a rope to my brain. There's a guide with me the entire way whether pre-recorded or live. It feels controlled, peaceful, serene. I ADORE that feeling. More than any feeling in the world.

9. How do you feel when you hypnotise someone else?

Electric. I simply cannot think of a better way to put it. My words are electric, my movements are electric, my energy is electric. I enter a flow state. A mini-trance of my own as I just allow my training and skill to take over and slide into the role of Miss Dawn like it was who I was the whole time and my life outside of these moments was just a playful act of pretend. I just feel in tune with the moment and let it propel me. I adore it.

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