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eosincuffs · 6 months

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This drabble is my first writing piece, idk if I’ll make it into a fic. I started writing down some thoughts and an exposition for myself and then I was like, this might make a nice lil prologue. Idk tho im a virgin in this. So if what here’s and obligatory ‘pls leave me be, im learning ;-;’

Dishonourably discharged 141 quartet! (also this is an xReader thought I promise)

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Their last mission was an unfortunate, grievous endeavour. A negotiation of high profile hostage releases in an abandoned multi-story factory which turned out to be a trap. Even if it cost the terrorist organisation the lives of extraordinarily important extortion-able victims the notorious 141 needed to be wiped at whatever costs, which meant sacrifices had to be made.

Only no-one, not even himself, expected Price to chuck the bomb-covered man off the ledge, 2 stories down to where the hostages were held. It was a split second decision made to save the lives of his men and deal with the consequences later. And deal with the consequences they did. The explosion ripped apart the lower floor indiscriminate of flesh or rusted steel. The old, battered building caved in on itself momentarily, engulfing everything within into a black hole of scrap, wire and human cadaver.

By some miracle, although festering with wounds and decorated with jutted broken bones like arrows out their skin, the 141 lived to tell the tale. Undoubtedly, this would get them discharged for “on the field injuries”. And yes, they were supposed to be medically discharged . It was disappointing that their military careers (their sole drive in life) was over, but, yes, they were supposed to get a fat pension, full healthcare coverage for immediate family, veteran discounts for everything from groceries to mortgages and awards for their sacrifices. They were supposed to live the rest of their lives relaxing, hunting, pursuing unfinished dreams and/or hobbies.

Except the son of one of the hostages rallied the other victim’s families together and incriminated Price for manslaughter. The boys weren’t about to throw their Captain under the bus, disputed the charge despite Price’s pleading, and got incriminated by association. It wasn’t fair, but they were never going to win a trial against a pack of multi-billionaires, no matter the accusation or its validity. There was one small mercy though; because of their connections in the military they were dishonourably discharged instead of imprisoned (and considering that blood and money turn the world, it would probably been for a lifetime). Their records and achievements were wiped, awards taken away. They were left unfit for any veteran benefits and with chronic pain and injuries as the final nail in the coffin, unwanted souvenirs from that god forsaken mission.

Overtaken with hatred and disappointment from both the traumatic event and the experience of their metaphysical lives ending the men unwillingly closed this chapter: abandoned, empty, changed.

Ghost much like his callsign disappeared in the first week after they split, no contact, no goodbye, no nothing.

Gaz went to live with his relatives, trying to figure out his next step.

Price hunkered down with a former military friend and his family.

Soap moved back into his elderly, struggling mother’s small cottage. It’s the reason he went into the military in the first place, to help support his family.

They all knew these were temporary arrangements. The army was their life; no branch or association would take them now, not with the bold, damning DD stamped on their papers. But very little quality employers wanted mentally traumatised men whose chronic and psychic pain rendered them unable to do blue collar work. Yet, non had the education or the drive to be employable in a more specialised, less physical sector.

Was this the end?

Maybe. But the sun shone on Soap’s meadow, illuminated his life and showed him a new way out. He was at the right place, at the right time and managed to bump into you. You really should have just kept walking. Taking pity on the blue-eyed puppy, kicked in the teeth over and over by life’s unforgiving boot should have been a noble act. But feed a dog once and it will keep coming back, and unfortunately, this one has a rabid pack.

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peachymilkandcream · 6 months

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My Husband, My Monster|Part 3|William Afton x Wife!Reader

(A/N: We're getting a bit more into the Yandere-ish side of things now, I think it's obvious this is going to be a shorter series than something like Break Me Slowly but I still hope you all enjoy! This will be the first smutty chapter so please please please read the warnings before continuing! Also if you're not listening to FNAF songs while reading what are you doing? I'm listening to Stuck Inside while writing this. But hey if anyone wants I'll make my FNAF playlist for this fic. Comment below to be added to the taglist <3)

WARNINGS: noncon, dubcon, power imbalance, age difference, manipulation, mind breaking, yandere themes, yandere behaviours, domestic violence, misogyny, violence, William’s a warning himself, etc.

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So far everything had been going well, an independence had been suiting her well clearly. It had only been a week since William had found her an apartment of her own but she was thriving. The parents had apparently chewed her out, disowned her, and then left without any more of a fuss. Their move had gone on as planned, but just without their precious daughter. Just as well, the last thing he needed was them poking around, especially since she was college age and didn't need her parents bossing her around like a child. That was his job.

This work really suited her, she was great with kids, a quality that was extremely important to him. However William was more interested with how she would interact with their own children. Something he should probably get started on.

Originally his goal had only been to sleep with the newest employee, but if he was honest, he longed for a family of his own. Everything about Henry made him incredibly jealous, he wanted everything he had, and that included a wife and kids. Although he was realistic and knew he didn't have the time, with a business to run, how could he spend the time trying to find someone, and then dating, followed by the messiness of in-laws, weddings, and legality. The whole affair was a waste of money, surely shortcuts could be made.

Which is what brought her into his office that day.

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"You needed me sir?" She peeks her head in the crack of the door, it was later in the day, it was the just the two of them left in the restaurant.

"Yes yes I did, come in and have a seat why don't you?"

She does as instructed, staring at him curiously.

"I'll cut right to the chase." He leans back in his chair, making his posture seem nonchalant and relaxed. "If I'm being brutally honest, while you're a great worker and an asset to the team your regular hours just don't cover the cost of your pay and your rent."

Worry flashes across her face. "What can I do to make up the rest? I can take on more hours-" She offers.

"No no, don't worry about that. I have better idea for you to make up for the extra."

"Oh right, just tell me and I'll do it."

She was too easy, all of this was too easy. Her friend wasn't kidding when she said she wasn't the smartest person. Better he was the one pushing her around rather than someone else he reasoned.

"Come here and I'll show you.."

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Convincing her to suck his dick had been easy, all it took was telling her that this was common and that she shouldn't question it but also shouldn't tell anyone else about this. The little nymph took the no questions seriously and knelt in front of him, her eyes growing big at the size of him. William figured this was undoubtedly her first encounter with the opposite sex, which benefitted him greatly, the idea of teaching her how to please him and only him made his dick twitch in her eager mouth.

Her gag reflex was terrible, but that could be trained out of her. In his experience, just forcing her down to the base was the easiest way. She'd force her throat to relax or choke, he didn't care much either way. What mattered for him was his own satisfaction, how long it had been since had been with someone he couldn't remember, time was never on his side.

"Watch the teeth." He hissed, grabbing a fistful of hair and dragged her off of him. "Can't you open your jaw any wider?"

"I could try- it's just starting to get sore-"

William bit back a sarcastic retort, the last thing he wanted was to scare her off now after all the effort and money he had put into molding her into a perfect woman. "Don't worry about it, there will be time enough for that in the future." He forced a smile to his face, helping her to her feet. "Just bend over my desk for now."

Nervousness seeps into her expression. "What for-?"

"You don't think just that was enough to pay for your rent do you? Prices have gone up, everything's more expensive. Besides, I'll make it feel good for you."

She bends over the desk, her uniform pants unbuttoned and hastily pushed to the floor. Her panties were lacy, predictable, and pink like her perfect pussy.

A large grin spreads ear to ear on William's face, when was the last time he'd taken a woman's virginity? It had been too long. Way too long. This girl was fresh out of college and naïve to the world, any respectable man would think her consent was too dubious to proceed.

But William wasn't a respectable man.

His fingers slid up and down her folds, making her whole body twitch when he brushed over the clit. Her body was reacting to him, becoming wet with each touch, soon making everything glisten with arousal. Despite everything William was a nice enough man, and didn't want to hurt her too much that she'd refuse to do this again with him, so her comfort was important. He slowly stuck a finger inside her to see how wet she had become. The gasp was audible when he initially pushed it in, no doubt his fingers were bigger and thicker than hers so just this felt better than and pleasure she'd tried to give herself in the past.

A second finger was added, making her writhe and grasp the desk more firmly. She clamped down on his fingers hard, eager and hungry for something more than just his digits.

Who was he to deny her?

The initial contact made him shiver, it had been too long, how he had missed this feeling.

He made sure to take it slow, it would be painful at first, but she would get over it. Besides, even as he broke through her barrier her body continued to suck him in eagerly. She wanted this, all of her screamed with how much she wanted this.

William never really cared about protection, he always figured if a girl ended up pregnant it was their own fault, it couldn't be his, which is why he took no precautions before pounding into her. The pause between the initial stretch and his soon set pace was small, this was about urgency, in case that nosy prick Henry came snooping back around for anything. The last thing he needed was Henry warning the girl to stay away from him, all of this would have been for nothing.

His speedy pace made him climax quicker than normal, however he didn't bother to pull out, merely painting her insides with a smug smile of pride. She hadn't cum, but there was time for that, from the way she had moaned and gripped onto the wood for dear life he knew she enjoyed it.

When he was through with her he straightened his pants and tossed her the key. "When you're through be sure to lock up." With that he left her there, shutting the door behind him after taking another look at her ruined state.

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Their little arrangement went on for a few months, whispered moments of passion, hiding behind Henry's gaze so nothing would come in to question.

She was getting better at following what he wanted, catering to his whims and desires. Every day he looked forward to being with her, bringing her into his office and leaving the day fucked out of her mind and dripping. He was flying higher than he had ever been, everything was going his way and nothing could bring him down.

"William...? I don't know how to say this...I...I'm late-"

And things were just going to keep going up.

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fukamistea · 1 year

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Trespasser (Montgomery Gator x Reader Smut)

✧˚ · . In which Montgomery Gator kidnaps you and... well, you know what happens next . · ˚✧

∆ This work has rape/non-con elements, so if you don't feel comfortable with it please don't read! Your safety and well being first! ∆

× Warnings: non-con, kidnapping, orgasm delay, vaginal sex, cunnilingus, blowjobs, forced orgasm, dom/sub dynamics, possessive behaviour, name calling. ×

Reader is afab and has a female body, although the pronouns are never specified.

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Once you realized the Pizzaplex was closed for the night while you were still inside, a shiver ran through your spine. It was foolish of you to close your eyes in one of the bathroom stalls, thinking that you would rest for just a few minutes; and it was even more foolish thinking that a janitor would find you and wake you up: after all, the majority of the crew was made of robots to save money and cut costs, of course they were gonna do a crappy job.

You were now breathing loudly, on the verge of a panic attack: many robots were patrolling the surrounding rooms with torches, ready to sound the alarm if they ever saw something unusual. You heard that the fine for breaking in inside a mall after closing time was high, more than you could afford... so you decided to sneak around, looking for the exit to flee before anyone could find you.

After an hour of searching you were still there, a way out was nowhere to be found and you were starting to grow tired of this place. You angrily stomped your foot to the grown, drawing the attention of one of the patrolling robots, that immediately turned in your direction, staring deep inside your soul with its white, empty eyes. Before you could do anything or hide, you heard a low growl behind you, getting closer and closer. Suddenly a metallic arm wrapped around your neck, starting to choke you until there was no air left in your lungs. You fought to remain conscious, kicking and punching your aggressor with both your legs and arms, but your eyes slowly began to close and your body went limp.

You faded into nothingness, a robotic laughter playing in the background.

When you finally woke up, you weren't inside the mall anymore: you were lying on a green couch inside a mysterious room that you had never seen before. You curiously looked around, your head hurting a bit: the walls were covered in a green wallpaper that had claw marks all over it, the curtains were also damaged in the same way. A neon star towered above you, glued on the ceiling, while a mirror on the side of the room reflected your image. All that green around you was making you feel nauseous, your head was dizzy and you still felt your neck hurting, the memory of being choked still vivid in your mind.

"You finally woke up, sweetheart." Growled the same raspy voice you heard before, and a green alligator with star-shaped sunglasses entered inside the room. It was Montgomery Gator, one of the most loved animatronics ever, the star of the show... after Freddy. "Well well well, what do we have here? A little trespasser."

"Oh my- my God, you're Monty!" You stammered, still not understanding what whas going on. "I'm so sorry, I- I don't even know what I'm doing in this room, I was just looking for the exit, I wasn't trespassing, I just fell asl-."

"Quit your blabbering, I don't care." He snarled, punching the wall in a fit and leaving the mark of his fist impressed on it. He was undoubtedly stronger than a common human, and also... angrier. "I don't care about why you're here, all I know is that you shouldn't be, because that makes you a criminal."

"I'm not a criminal, please let me go! Just tell me where the exit is and I will never come back again!" You begged while backing away until your back slammed against a wall. That animatronic had a really short temper and, considering the fact that he was also much stronger than you, you didn't wanna make him mad.

"Not how it works, sweetheart." Monty slammed both of his arms beside your head, trapping you against the wall. He smirked, silently glaring at you while enjoying the fear in your eyes. "You're a criminal and this is my home, this means that I can do anything I want with you. Kill you, torture you..."

"N-no, please... I swear I didn't mean to disturb you, I'm sorry..."

"Oh you're not sorry yet... but you will be, slut. You will be." Monty grabbed your shirt with his claws, easily ripping it apart. He did the same with your pants, leaving you with only your underwear on. "What an amazing body you have, it would be such a waste to simply let you go."

"W-what are you doing? Stop! Stop this, or I will..."

"Or you'll what, huh?" He teased you, toying with the elastics of your undergarments before snapping them and leaving you naked. "Call the police? Defeat me? Oh, you can't possibly think that a mere human like you would be able to even dent my metallic armor. Perhaps I should really show you who's boss."

Before you could even complain, the animatronic grabbed you with his arms, slamming you on the couch. He didn't even gave you the time to breathe; he was already on top if you, rubbing his body against yours. His metallic limbs were cold against your soft skin, he was using you like a toy.

"P-please... stop... I promise I won't tell anyone." Tears were already rolling down your cheeks as the gator started rubbing your clitoris with the aid of his leg, his robotic eyes filled with lust behind his glasses. You started to moan involuntarily, the animatronic was rubbing all of your good spots, taking you to your limit. "P-please Monty..."

"I like how you're moaning my name, sweetheart." Montgomery chucked, still rubbing your lower parts until he started feeling your juices on his leg. Proud of his work, he started licking between your legs, using his arms to hold your waist and touch your breasts. The feelings you were feeling in that moment were indescribable: he was licking you up with his long, slimy tongue that almost felt human. Perhaps to build it they used a material that was skin-like that made it look more authentic, but it was also weirdly wet like a human tongue... and rough. Extremely rough yet pleasant, it was making you moan like crazy, you couldn't even hold back your voice anymore, as the animatronic kept fucking and licking your hole with his tongue.

"Looks like you're enjoying yourself like a good whore. It's not fair if you're the only one having fun." Monty suddenly stopped eating you out, smirking in a sadistic way when he noticed your disappointment. Perhaps you wanted more? He got up, removing a metallic plaque from his crotch and tossing it to the ground, revealing his big, girthy erection. It was veiny and long like a human one, except that it had a greenish hue. The head was round like a mushroom, whoever made it knew exactly how to do it and did a fantastic job. "Do you like it? They gifted it to me to stop me from destroying my room after every concert. Now, instead of clawing the curtains and punching the mirror, I just enjoy myself."

"Y-you're disgusting." You said, your pussy still throbbing, wanting more of it.

"Oh, honey, stop pretending to hate me. You were practically begging me with your eyes to make you cum."

"I'd rather die than be with you. You filthy, disgusting monster. I really hope they decommission you as soon as possible, so I can watch your scraps decay day after d- HNGH!"

You couldn't even finish the sentence: Monty shoved his shaft directly into your throat, starting to face-fuck you as hard as he could. He grabbed your head with one of his clawed hands, moving it like a toy with each thrust. "Such a filthy mouth you've got. Now you're not bitching anymore, huh? It only took half my cock to make you shut up."

Monty shoved another inch inside of you, fastening his pace while you choked and gagged on his massive erection. Unable to fight back, you just surrendered to him as he slowly added more ad more inches, until his balls were roughly slapping on your chin. Your own saliva leaking through the angles of your mouth as the animatronic kept fucking you, each thrust sending an electric impulse right in his brain until with a big, final thrust he finally came, releasing a substance that was warm and thick almost like human seed. He kept your head in position to avoid you from wasting even a drop of his precious cum; fighting back was not an option, after all he was too strong for you to defeat.

"Good slut. Good slut." He praised you, finally letting you go. Once you were free, you started coughing as hard as you could, spitting all the seed that was still in your mouth mixed with your own saliva. You took a few deep breaths, finally filling your lungs after being used like a toy. Monty was watching you in amusement, his cock still erect like before he came. "You did a good job, but I'm still hard as you can see, and I'm afraid your mouth won't be enough this time."

"Please, I already did what you wanted, why won't you let me go?" You started crying again, tears kept forming in your eyes against your will. You wanted him to see you as someone strong, unbreakable, but right now you were just a mess covered in his cum, completely at his mercy and unable to fight back.

"Because you're just... delicious." He growled, pinning you against the couch, slowly positioning himself against you. He started rubbing his cock against your warm, wet pussy, sliding easily between your folds. A shiver of pleasure running across your spine as his member kept rubbing your entrance. "Your body, your everything... I can't just let you run away without tasting you first."

"P-please, you're still in time to stop this. Please, I don't want to be here..."

"Don't you get it, stupid slut? You're mine. All mine." He bit your shoulder to mark your soft skin with his teeth, paying attention not to kill you. The bite sting a bit, you started crying again when you saw him lick sensually your blood from his metallic lips and fangs. "And once I cum inside of you... you will finally belong to me."

He started penetrating you with his shaft, holding your arms in place with one of his strong hands. The other hand was placed on your right hip, slowly caressing and lifting it as he entered into you. You tried to kick him, but your legs weren't strong enough to damage his metallic exterior. "You can fight as hard as you can't and you still won't be able to stop me. Save your energy, it's gonna be a long night." He slammed his entire length inside of your tight hole. Luckily you were warmed up enough to take him without feeling pain, but you still let out a big scream, calling for help. "Yeah, you can scream as loud as you can, but nobody will come to save you. You're trapped with me now, there will be no knight in shining armor that will save you from being bred."

Monty started thrusting slowly into you, feeling your tightness rub every inch of his huge cock. Your warm hole was perfect for him, it almost looked like your vagina was rapidly taking his shape. The feeling of his sintetic flesh inside of you was weird, it almost felt like a real piece of meat. "I can feel you tightening around me... it's amazing, you're gonna make me cum just from that."

"P-please... M-monty... it's too big..." you begged, feeling all hot on the inside, your hips unconsciously moving towards him.

"If you want me to fuck you harder you just have to tell me, doll. I have no problem with it." Monty grabbed your hips with both of his hands, starting to fuck you harder. Your fingers sank into the couch, as your pussy was being mercilessly pounded by the gator. Screaming, crying and begging was useless, the sound of meat against metal now filled the air around you. Your lower parts were burning with desire, as he kept thrusting into you hard with his enormous shaft.

"N-no... ah~ s-stop..." you begged, your ruined hole violated with no mercy. An the fact that your fluids were lubricating him was even worse, because now he was able to fuck you with his whole length, his balls slapping hard against your butt. "P-please... s-stop... If you don't I..."

Monty started rubbing your clitoris with one of his fingers, still fucking you hard. He hadn't slowed the pace even for just one second, still pounding you hard and growling in pleasure with his robotic voice. "Such a great slut with a great pussy, now that I know this I will never let you go. I'm going to keep you here and fuck your brains out day after day."

You couldn't even speak now, your mind clouded with pleasure. You came a few minutes after he started touching you, his dick still hard inside of your hole. Even if you came, he didn't stop: he kept fucking you harder and harder, overstimulating you to the point that the pleasure turned into a sweet torture. You wanted to beg him to stop, but you were being fucked silly, now you couldn't even let a coherent sentence out of your mouth. "H-hng..."

"Oh yeah~ cum for me, whore. You're such a dirty slut, I'm raping you and all you can do is moan and cum." He teased you, his cock still hard inside of you, pounding you faster and faster. His thrusting finally became erratic as he finally came inside of you: he kept fucking you for a few seconds after his orgasm, his seed now deep inside of your womb. You were hoping that it wasn't actually cum but just a look-alike substance, because that much seed was enough to knock you up in a second. After that, he exited from you, stroking his erection to get rid of the last drops of his seed. He then looked at your shivering body with a proud face: your legs were open, unable to close. Your hole was all stretched out and leaking with his cum, while you had a vacant expression on your face, almost as if you were broken.

"You belong to me now." He said, covering you up with a blanket and leaving the room to recharge. The mall was going to be closed for a few days, so they weren't gonna find you so soon. You were all his, his new fucktoy to use in each moment of the day. "You better rest now, doll. Soon I'll come again for round two."

You didn't even heard him, lost in the pleasure, completely broken, your body convulsing and shivering. It was the best fuck you've ever had in your life, your whole body was shut down, unable to move even an inch.

"Until next time, slut."

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Hello, it's my first time ever on Tumblr and I want to share my smut fics here. I used Reddit to write erotica commissions for people (as a gig) so if you know someone that would like tailored erotica ffs you know where to send them!

Bye and I hope you enjoyed the story!!!

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save-the-villainous-cat · 1 year

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Hero rescued villain, and brought them into their house, villain offers to pay for their expenses living at the house before leaving. And hero’s heart breaks. Because they can’t explain it to villain on how many levels he’s wrong. Also make it gay.

The villain’s gaze wouldn’t rest. His eyes jumped from spot to spot on the carpet and the hero had almost thought — nearly feared — there were stains on it. But no, embarrassment never reached him but instead, his mind filled with questions.

Eventually, the villain let out an insincere chuckle and scratched the back of his neck. Nervousness had followed him ever since the hero had taken him to his place.

“Funny thing, though. I actually only have like ninety dollars in my bank account,” the villain said, avoiding eye contact at all costs.

The hero raised his eyebrows as the gears in his brain turned and turned. Despite the villain’s unpredictability, he felt relatively safe with him in his own house.

The villain could be very calm when he needed to be but the restlessness was undoubtedly related to the nervousness. Maybe that was the embarrassment the hero had searched for. Maybe the villain was embarrassed.

Oh god, was the hero being awkward again?

“What do you mean?” he asked. He tilted his head and observed the villain’s fidgety fingers. Long and slim fingers that had little wounds cut into them here and there. Proof of the villain’s imperfections. Proof of the villain’s mortality. Of their vulnerability.

“I don’t know if that’s enough. I’ll be gone by tomorrow, don’t worry. I don’t know how much you want from me.” The hero felt stupid for not knowing what the villain was talking about. For a moment, he accused himself of staring too much, of admiring too much. But he only allowed those thoughts for mere seconds.

“Huh?”

The villain looked up, looking weaker than ever sitting right there on the hero’s bed. A tired face of hunted prey. Sometimes he looked angelic, the hero thought. And other times, he looked like an angel that had fallen from heaven.

But it was all the same. He looked tortured, haunted, in every minute of his life.

And didn’t the hero just want to be that person who could change that? The one and only who could take all the weight from the villain’s shoulders and all his worries from him?

He knew he wasn’t that. But, hell, he craved to help the villain. Craved to be a hero, truly a hero, for once and save someone from drowning.

“I mean, I will obviously not be staying here for free. But I’m short on money right now and…” He inhaled deeply and made an involuntarily weak sound.

“Wait,” the hero said. He shook his head slightly and repeated the villain’s words in his head. “You want to pay for staying here?”

“…yes.”

His heart crumbled a bit. Losing both his hideouts with all his equipment was probably bad enough but then feeling like he had to pay the hero to stay here…

“I don’t want your money,” the hero said.

“What do you want then?”

A fraction of you. A taste.

“Nothing,” the hero said. Now he was the one who avoided eye contact. He tried to clean his mind. The villain was easy on the eyes, brilliantly easy but this wasn’t the right moment. The hero and his little crush had been going hand in hand for months now and slowly, it was driving him mad. Whenever the villain looked defeated or needy, the hero’s knees got weak.

Stupid timing.

“I don’t want anything from you,” he said again. “You’re a guest in my home and not someone who booked a hotel room.”

“Are you sure?” the villain asked softly. “I could get more money from elsewhere.”

The hero blushed, simply because the villain’s voice had gone this soft.

Horrible timing.

“Just tell me what you want me to make for dinner and we’re square.” The hero turned around quickly so the villain wouldn’t notice his spreading blush. “I’ll check on you later if that’s alright…”

When he had calmed his racing heart, he decided to make lots of dessert for the villain. No one should mistake kindness for a debt.

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pecanwriter · 9 months

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The Sweetest Love Letter

Themes: Food as love language, mild praise!kink

Word: 2911

"Would you like one of those?" The stupidly handsome clerk asked Dan as he caught him staring at the mouth-watering ecklers overstuffed with puffy, soft cream and glazed with dark, beautiful chocolate.

"Oh! No, no, thank you, I… don't have the money to spare at the moment. Just the coffee." Dan smiled sheepishly, passing the man a couple of Euros.

"Alright, here you go." The clerk passed him a to-go cup.

"Thank y… that's not what I ordered." Dan's brow furrowed as he looked into the cup filled to the brim with whipped cream and mini marshmallows.

"You look like you need it." The stupidly handsome clerk smiled and Dan noticed his eyes were the same deliciously dark colour as the chocolate on the ecklers.

"How much is it?" Dan asked, fishing more coins out of his front pocket.

"Don't worry about it, you're good."

"Are you telling me this beautiful thing costs the same as the measly latte I ordered?" Dan's brow quirked.

"For you it does." The clerk smiled even wider, leaning on the counter and Dan, with the swiftness and ability of mind anyone could be jealous of, started to suspect that maybe he was being flirted with. He, boring, unnoticeable Daniel Schmidt was being flirted with by a stupidly handsome man with an adorable Belgian accent and eyes a colour of dark chocolate?

"I, uh…" he stuttered, doing an amazing job at flirting back.

"Hey," the clerk leaned in conspiratorially. "They always throw away all the pastries that didn't sell by the end of the day. If you come back after work I will have some of those for you free of charge."

"I don't need charity…" Dan muttered and refrained from saying that he didn't have a job and his plan was to go to two job interviews he'd undoubtedly botch completely and then go to the shopping centre to hand out CVs to every shop that'd take it.

"It's not charity, I have to throw them away anyway. I don't like wasting food, so it might as well go to someone who will appreciate it."

Dan looked deep into those dark chocolate eyes but found no pity there, just genuine softness.

"Okay, thanks…" he managed to utter as he left, feeling oddly humiliated and not planning to come back.

As he suspected, Dan botched the job interviews completely. He applied for jobs that were way out of his range of skills, but he was simply desperate and secretly hoped the companies would prove to be equally desperate for eager hands. Unfortunately, they weren't.

He handed out about fifty CVs and by the time he got off the train at his station he was simply exhausted, his feet killing him and his stomach nearly sunken after not eating all day. His stomach was so knotted up with stress he didn't manage to get anything past his lips except for the amazing coffee with whipped cream and tiny marshmallows.

As he was walking past the bakery he sped up, having no intention of going in, but as luck would have it, the handsome clerk was just by the door, switching the sign from OPEN to CLOSED. Their eyes met and the handsome Belgian smiled so widely that Dan's stupid little heart fluttered in his chest. Him, Daniel Schmidt, nearly swooning over a smile?! What has the world come to?

"Hey!" The clerk opened the door, beckoning him inside. "I've got something for you right here…" he bent over to reach behind the counter and Dan definitely did not look at his toned, lean ass.

"I really shouldn't…" Dan started but couldn't finish, busy observing how the fabric of his trousers hugged the man's shapely legs.

"Here you go." The clerk came back to him, outstretching a hand with a plastic bag. It was absolutely stuffed with pastry boxes.

"That's… that's so much!" Dan stared at the bag and then back up at the man.

"It would get tossed away anyway. And… "the clerk's smile was warm "you look like you need it."

Dan stared into those deep chocolate eyes, completely bewitched, unable to control himself, unable to say no to this gorgeous man, to his adorable accent, to his chocolate eyes and to the bag filled to the brim with delicious, supple treats…

Dan reached out and took the bag. Their fingers brushed.

"Thank you." It was all he managed to say, wow, his flirting game really was strong, wasn't it? Dan wanted to laugh at himself, and he probably would, if he didn't feel so weak in the knees.

"Don't let it go to waste." The clerk said as he winked. He winked! At him, at Daniel Schmidt!

"I won't…"

"I'm André." The man said, inching half a step closer to Dan, only the massive bag dividing them.

"Dan." He said softly.

"I hope to serve you coffee tomorrow too, Dan," André said in a voice noticeably lower than before.

Dan only managed to nod vigorously as he fled the shop on shaky legs.

When he got back to his dingy little apartment he only managed to close the door and then slid to the floor panting.

Was he embarrassed? Light-headed from not eating? Terrified? Aroused? All of the above?

After managing to bring his frantic breathing down a little bit, Dan got himself up and dragged his weak body and the massive bag of pastries to the kitchen.

He ate a depressing frozen meal of pasta and chicken that did almost nothing to fill his completely exhausted and famished body. He eyed the bag of pastries. Since he was fired from his previous company because of the COVID cuts and moved to a new city he was constantly struggling for money and couldn't afford fancy, delicious pastries. He was afraid that if he started, he wouldn't be able to stop. But then again, it was free, so where was the harm?

Dan opened the bag and fished out the first box. Two delicate pastries with cream cheese and cherries stared back at him.

He lifted it up to his mouth and let out an honest to God moan as the crispy, delicate pastry melted in his mouth accompanied by the harmony of flavours from the cheese and fruit.

It didn't even take him a minute to devour both of them. Greedily, he reached for the next box. His heart fluttered at the sight of four of his longed-for ecklers.

He savoured the first one, every bite a new inflow of ecstasy. The remaining three he devoured greedily, nearly blinded by the sudden need for more. He wanted to fill himself to the brim, feeling like every sweet delicious bite made him a little less stressed about work, a little less terrified about not being able to pay rent, a little less exhausted by the constant job search…

His stomach complained a bit when he was halfway through the bag, but his mind wouldn't let him stop. He needed this.

And André's words motivated him further.

"Don't let it go to waste."

"Hello?" Dan rasped into the phone, he didn't know what time it was, but he felt as if he'd run a marathon yesterday, not devoured a massive bag of pastries.

"Hello, Dan Schmidt?"

"That's me."

"I'm calling from Big and Bold, you left your CV with us yesterday I believe. I'd like to invite you to an interview."

"That's… that's fantastic! I'll be there, of course. When will it be?"

"If you can manage it, can we do it today?"

"O-of course! Of course, I will be there."

"Fantastic, I'll see you at 1 p.m. Good luck!"

Dan showered, shaved, sorted out the mess of curls on his head and put on his least worn-down blue shirt with a pair of slacks. They were feeling a little tight; he liked his clothes tightly fitting and he was definitely bloated from yesterday's indulgences. Somehow, it made him feel more confident. The fact that André liked him enough to give him such a wonderful gift was making him believe in himself more and the tightness around his stomach only reminded him of that.

"Dan!" André smiled widely at him.

"Good morning." Dan smiled.

"I see you're in good spirits," André said, already moving to prepare his coffee, or rather the coffee André deemed Dan needed. "Could that have something to do with a little bag I gave you yesterday?" His smile became private as if they shared a secret.

"Oh yes, it was all beyond delicious." Dan patted his imperceptibly bloated stomach.

"All?" André's eyes widened. "You ate it all?"

"You told me not to waste it," Dan said and, to his own astonishment, he smirked.

André's smile was blinding. He passed the cup of coffee to Dan and as he did so, he leaned over closer and whispered:

"Good boy."

Dan discovered that it was indeed possible to get impossibly, achingly hard in seconds.

"I… I have a job interview!" Dan blurted out, his immaculate skill at flirting on clear display once again.

"Oh! That's wonderful, good luck, Dan! Here, for good luck." André handed him a chocolate chip cookie the size of Dan's hand.

"André…" he started.

"I'm allowed to have whatever I want for myself." André explained "But you look like you need it."

Dan took the cookie, their fingers brushed again and he was pretty sure he was going to have to jerk off in the disgusting train station bathroom, but really, what other choice had he?

The bathroom wasn't as disgusting as he'd feared and Dan jerked off with a chocolate chip cookie in his mouth.

As he entered the shopping centre and downed the last of his marshmallow-filled coffee he knew he was going to ace his interview.

Big and Bold was a plus size clothing store and Dan hoped that his thin frame wouldn't disqualify him, but then they did see him yesterday and still called, so surely it was a good sign?

"Hello, I'm Dan Schmidt, here for my interview?" He spoke to the chubby, jolly-looking man behind the counter.

"Ah, Danny! I'm Allen, the owner of this here establishment. Come, come to the back." He led him to the back office with a hand on Dan's shoulder. "You're a wee little thing! You should eat more, it's good for the soul." The man laughed and Dan couldn't shake the conviction that he was absolutely correct. Food was good for the soul, he'd discovered just that yesterday. He liked Allen already, this interview was definitely going to go well.

"Dan!" André waved at him from where he was wiping down a table. "How was the interview?"

"I got the job!" Dan beamed.

"That's fantastic! Congratulations, Dan. Here, I have something for you to celebrate with."

Dan was once again treated to the view of André’s ass as he bent over the counter to reach for a bag.

"André, I couldn't…"

"Dan. You did a great job today. And as I told you, these would just go to waste, so take it. Be a good boy, won't you?"

That night Dan inhaled the pile of treats like a man possessed. He started jerking off somewhere along the way, chanting "good boy" to himself like a mantra through his cream and chocolate-covered lips.

“Filling out nicely, Danny!” Allen said as he came into the shop.

“I guess so, yeah.” Dan was sure he was blushing as he patted his soft belly. Some guys had those hard, ball-shaped beer guts when they first gained weight, but not Dan. His belly was getting flabby and soft from the get-go, already starting to threaten to spill over his belt, even if it wasn’t that big yet.

“It might be a good time to put that employee discount to use.” Allen smiled, poking Dan’s soft gut through a hole under his belly button when his shirt was straining against his belly so mercilessly there was a definite gap between the buttons.

“I guess so,” Dan repeated again, and as there was no sight of any customers, he went to investigate the clothes.

"Are you going to ask me out any time soon or am I going to have to go size up my trousers again?" Dan asked as he waited for his morning coffee. He was wearing a loose shirt to conceal the fact that his trousers were being held together by an elastic band; there was no other way the button would close.

"Why not both?" André smiled almost devilishly and his handsome face threatened to draw Dan in and never let him go.

He didn't intend to resist.

“Hey!” Dan hefted himself up from the chair behind the counter as André walked into Big and Bold, his lithe, springy frame looking noticeably out of place there “What are you doing here?”

“Can’t I visit my boyfriend for lunch?” André asked, checking that nobody was around before pulling Dan close and kissing him gently, Dan’s increasingly expansive belly pressing against his boyfriend’s flat one. He, Daniel Schmidt, had a boyfriend! A gorgeous, funny, generous boyfriend at that. It was still hard to believe he was the one to make the first move. Although was he really? It was André who gifted him that first bag of pastries after all. A bag that has since become a fixed part of Dan’s day. He would go to the Bakery every day after work and pick up both André and the bag of pastries. They would go to Dan’s apartment together where André would feed him every single pastry while calling him a good boy. It would usually get Dan so worked up that André would end up spending the night, the hour always uncivilly late by the time Dan was done showing his gratitude to André. Who knew he would have so much stamina as a fat guy?

“So, what about that lunch?” André asked, pressing himself slightly closer against Dan’s bulk.

Dan woke up and lifted himself up to sit with some effort. He leaned against the headboard, his enormous belly pooling in his lap and reaching almost to his fat-encased knees.

"Good morning, handsome. " André strutted in, wearing a kitchen apron. Only the apron. "I'm cooking a breakfast feast."

"When can I get some of that?" Dan looked suggestively down the apron.

"After you've been a good boy and eaten all my food, of course."

Now, how could Dan possibly object to that?

Dan was panting. It was unreasonably hot for March. He shuffled one foot in front of the other, waddling along the pavement at a slow, but steady pace. His enormous gut walked in front of him, sticking out almost embarrassingly far in front of him but also hanging so low the bottom of it was definitely peeking out from his shirt. He couldn’t see it, of course, but there was definitely a breeze. The enormous girth of his ass shook and jiggled with every step. The blubbery thighs were rubbing mercilessly against each other despite the fact how wide Dan’s feet were spread, they were too enormous not to touch.

A woman with a stroller was coming from the opposite direction and as she spotted him her eyes widened the slightest bit. She manoeuvred her stroller over the curb and pushed it in the street for the few paces it took her to pass him. Dan realised his enormous hips were so wide he was taking up nearly the entire pavement.

“Sorry!” He waved his swollen chubby hand to the woman. She smiled but it looked odd and almost panicked as she scurried away.

Dan felt marginally bad about that, but only just. Truthfully, he was happy to take up so much space, he felt powerful, like he actually meant something. This body was a special love letter from André that Dan could wear proudly and display to the whole world. He was the living proof of how much his boyfriend, soon-to-be husband, loved him.

He finally managed to make it to the bakery. Without hesitation, he fell onto the wide bench set in front of it. André convinced the owner to place it there after they moved locations. This new spot was absolutely magical, with a pretty terrace in front of the shop, the only problem was that the terrace required one to go up the stairs and Dan did not do stairs these days. And besides, even if he did, the front door at this location was way too narrow to accommodate Dan’s enormous girth. So he settled in on his bench and waited.

“Hello, handsome.” André walked carefully down the stairs, carrying a tray filled to the brim with all the most beautiful, mouth-watering pastries.

“Hello, gorgeous.” Dan lifted his chip up for his kiss as André placed the tray on the tiny circular table in front of him.

“I have some customers to take care of, so take care of these like the good boy that you are, okay?” André kissed him again, squeezing one of Dan’s fat rolls and stroking his puffy hair.

Dan watched André jog back up the stairs and when he disappeared inside he immediately reached for the tray.

People stared as the 600lb man filling almost an entire bench devoured pastry after pastry. Daniel Schmidt sat proudly, his body on display, his love letter from André and for André.

For the chocolate-eyed man that made Dan’s life so much sweeter.

#gaining fiction #weight gain story #weight gain #gainer fiction #gainer story #chubby boy #wg txt #wg story #wg text #bbm #bhm #bhm weight gain #fat bhm #male feedism #Weight gain story #Weight gain txt #Weight gain writing

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thebadgerclan · 2 years

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Spoil

Pairing: Lucius Malfoy x reader

Requested by Anonymous

Summary: He wants to spoil you...

The issue had arisen just a few months into your relationship. You knew that Lucius was a wealthy man, a man with more money than he could feasibly spend in a lifetime, but when he’d asked you to be his, that had hardly crossed your mind. Sure, it had been an adjustment moving into his massive manor house, but you were so excited to be living with the man you loved, you could push that aside.

You didn’t have much money growing up, your parents provided you with ample food and clean clothes, but that was about it. Your home had been small and cramped, oftentimes in disrepair due to the lack of money and time to fix anything with your parents working long shifts to get by. When you graduated, you gave what money you could to your family, which put you in a similar situation to your parents: enough food and clean clothes, but a cramped apartment and long work hours.

Lucius didn’t care that you came from a lower class family; he loved you for who you were, and that was more than enough for him. However, he hadn’t anticipated the challenges such a gap would bring the two of you. Lucius loved to spoil those he loved, it was just one of the many ways he showed his affection. So when he left a package on your dresser before leaving for work one morning, he hadn’t thought anything of it. But you certainly had.

It was a silk nightdress, pure silk, not some cheap imitation, navy blue and trimmed with white lace. It was beautiful, you’d be a fool not to see that, but it was undoubtedly expensive. More expensive than anything you owned, worth so much that it could likely pay for your parents’ house five times over. You knew Lucius meant well, but his lavish gifts made you feel like a burden.

When you’d first gotten together, Lucius had taken you shopping. Your wardrobe was in dire need of replacing, so your new boyfriend had offered to foot the bill. He’d taken you to high end shops, showing you blouses in velvet and silk, pants of fine and luxurious materials, but you’d declined, saying you’d be more comfortable in less expensive clothing. Lucius understood; not everyone was suited to more expensive tastes, especially for everyday wear, and happily bought you muggle jeans and sweatshirts.

But when you began denying his gifts of jewelry, books, nightdresses, that was when it began to sting. It made him feel unwanted, unloved, like he was trying to win your affection when it was clearly not freely given. Lucius let off for a while, but when he saw the cobalt nightgown in a shop window, he couldn’t resist buying it for you. So when you entered the bedroom that night wearing an old t-shirt and shorts, his heart fell a bit.

“Darling,” he said softly as you climbed into bed at his side. “Did the nightdress not fit? I can take it back and return it for a different size if you need.” You felt your face heat up and you shook your head. “No, Luc, it fits fine.” There was a hint of discomfort in your voice, and Lucius knew that the upcoming conversation would likely be uncomfortable. “Y/N, do you not wish to be with me?”

You turned to look at him, concern on your face. “What? Luc, what would make you think that?” “You always reject my gifts,” he said, feeling his heart cracking. “Even the little ones, you shun away. It makes me feel like you don’t want me, not just the gifts, and if you don’t want me, then I’d like for you to tell me now so we can both save ourselves a lot of heartbreak.” You felt tears pricking at your eyes, and you shook your head.

“Luc, baby, no. I want you, of course I want you, but….” Lucius took your hand. “But what, Y/N?” You took a deep breath before locking eyes with him. “I didn’t have a lot growing up, or when I was out of school. I’ve always had to be frugal, and when you give me things that cost so much, it makes me feel like I’m burdening you. I know that you mean well and just want me to be happy, but it makes me uncomfortable when you spend so much money on me for no reason.”

Lucius felt like he could slap himself. How had he not thought of it that way? He’d always had money; a diamond necklace was a minor expense to him, but to you? Merlin, he felt like an idiot. “Y/N, I’m so sorry. I should have known better.” He pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly. “I’m sorry too,” you said. “I should have been more honest about how this makes me feel.”

He kissed you, and for a moment, all your worries melted away. “So I should save the silks and diamonds for special occasions?” Lucius teased, and you laughed. “Only for special occasions, Luc. All I need to be happy is you.” You pressed your lips to his, and he knew that your words were true. Lucius couldn’t stop spoiling you altogether, that simply wasn’t in his nature, but they would be smaller surprises: a new book or a cake from the store down the street.

#lucius malfoy x reader #harry potter fanfiction #lucius malfoy x you #harry potter reader insert

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yespumpkindoodlesthings · 6 months

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Nora Ephron on dying your hair:

"But back to hair dye: I began having my hair dyed about 15 years ago, and for quite a while I was categorized by my colorist as a single-process customer—whatever was being done to me (which I honestly have no idea how to describe) did not involve peroxide and therefore took "only" 90 minutes every six weeks or so. Whenever I complained about how long it took, I was told that I was lucky I wasn't blonde. Where hair dye is concerned, being blonde is practically a career.

Oh, the poor blondes! They were sitting there at the colorist's when I arrived, and they were still sitting there when I left. Their scalps were sectioned off and dotted with little aluminum foil packets; they had to sit under hair dryers; they complained bitterly about their dry and damaged hair and their chronic split ends. I felt superior to them in every way. For the first time in my life, it seemed, there was an advantage to being a brunette.

But then, about a year ago, my colorist gave me several highlights as a present. Highlights, as you undoubtedly know, are little episodes of blondeness that are scattered about your head. They involve peroxide. They extend the length of time involved in hair dyeing from unbearable to unendurable. As I sat in the chair, waiting for my highlights to sink in, I was bored witless. Hours passed. I couldn't imagine why I had been conned into agreeing to this free trial episode. I vowed that I would never ever even be tempted to have highlights again—much less to pay money for them. (They are, in addition to being time consuming, wildly expensive. Naturally.)

But—you will probably not be surprised to hear this—those highlights were a little like that first brandy Alexander Lee Remick drank in Days of Wine and Roses. I emerged onto Madison Avenue with four tiny blondish streaks in my hair, and was so thrilled and overwhelmed by the change in my appearance, I honestly thought that when I came home, my husband wouldn't recognize me. From that moment on, I was hooked. As a result, my hair dyeing habit now takes at least three hours every six weeks or so, and because my hair colorist is (in her world) only slightly less famous than Hillary Clinton, it costs more per year than my first automobile." Source

#nora ephron #I love her #especially when she writes about hair color and food #but that essay on purses is maybe my favorite

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jmsjlee · 1 year

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My Doubts About Healthcare

As much as I would like to say otherwise, healthcare is a field that I am not yet committed to. Healthcare is undoubtedly an interesting and intriguing field to me, but I believe that I hold certain reservations about pursuing a career in this field.

My first and main concern is the extensive schooling one must undergo. In order to become a physician, you are required to complete an undergraduate education, a graduate education, a long period of residency, and only then are you a physician. My peers in computer science and other fields will have already been in the workforce making lots of money for many years by the time I become a physician. Honestly, I feel quite iffy about this aspect of healthcare careers and is definitely a major reason why I would not want to further pursue healthcare.

Another concern about pursuing a healthcare job is the risk. As a physician in important fields such as emergency care or surgical jobs, you undergo so much risk every time you go into the job. One mistake could cost your entire job, and worse, a patient’s life. I don’t know if I am prepared for that kind of pressure, at least just yet. I have not yet accumulated the experience and knowledge that would prepare me for such risks, and thus, feel quite some apprehension when considering the risks that I would have to take as a healthcare professional. Obviously, there are other healthcare jobs that wouldn’t require me to take such risks and hold such high responsibility, but I am just covering all the bases of possible healthcare careers.

One final doubt that I have about pursuing a healthcare career is the long hours. I have heard many horror stories about the work-life balance for physicians. 60-hour work weeks terrify me. As someone who definitely wants to start a family and values quality time with them, I know that the physician workload would be very difficult for me.

Overall, there are many things that cause me to second-guess a career in healthcare, but there are also many benefits and good aspects to it. However, there will undoubtedly be events in the future that will influence my decision.

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aressida · 8 months

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AUSTRALIA POLITIC - The Referendum - Updated. 15/10/23. - 8AM.

------------------------------------------------------------------------Lockdowns, social separation, vaccinations, climate change, electric vehicles, Ukraine, and the Yes campaign... Defeated. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ At this stage, we are now preparing thoroughly for the following round so we can have a momentary break at this juncture. ------------------------------------------------------------------------Permit me to make a statement: Victoria, especially Melbourne's inner areas, undoubtedly garnered the highest quantity of Yes votes. Disappointing.

ACT was insane. You know, government jobs - most likely keep their jobs. ------------------------------------------------------------------------Two questions that I want to ask: 1) How much did this referendum cost? 2) Where is the Australian taxpayer money gone? ------------------------------------------------------------------------There is some commotion surrounding UNDRIP (UNITED NATIONS DECLARATION ON THE RIGHTS OF INDIGENOUS PEOPLE) -> through the back door and now they will try the front door.

It is possible that we will receive more information about them. ------------------------------------------------------------------------We have won this battle, but we still have a war ahead of us. Remain vigilant. Keep up the good work Australians. ------------------------------------------------------------------------

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greyborn2 · 10 months

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For the Skyrim OC asks, since Kesh gra-Bruma seems like she's traveled some: 2, 5, 14, and 19!

Keshhhhh gra-Bruma my beloved!! An excuse to write more about her after the long hiatus on Breath of Kyne. Fuck ye. Also your assumption is correct - growing up in Bruma she both traveled across the border to Helgen and Falkreath more than once, plus (and only MILD spoilers) Breath will end with her in Skyrim. Answering these as Kesh pre-Breath so as to avoid spoilersssss. Like, in the weeks leading up to her Falbalsel Expedition. 2. Which cities do they prefer to stay in and why? Which cities to they avoid at all costs? "I will admit, my familiarity with the cities of Skyrim is mostly theoretical. Helgen was a frequent day-journey in my youth - a little dash of Nordic culture on the frontier my father seemed to so like - and I can count amongst those who have seen the absolutely fantastically preserved graves of Falkreath. But beyond those border-cities and towns? Though I have not been, I long to see the stronghold of Narzulbur. I have only heard stories, of course, but I would relish to see what crafts my kin could make with such easy access to Ebony. How such a fundamental change in the basis of our craft could have changed other things about those clansmer of the stronghold too, perhaps? A cultural shift, maybe? As for the latter part of this question, undoubtedly Windhelm. I have heard well enough the brutalities the city's young Jarl, just a few years prior, inflicted against the Reachfolk. I would abhor to think how the man runs his own city. He seems perfectly brutish and barbaric in equal measure." 5. Would they be able to live off the land if they were lost in the wilds of Skyrim? How skilled are they at foraging and hunting? "Live off the land? Dread the thought. I am no survivalist, no, keep the comfortable life of my own study thank you very much. No, for any journey into the wilds - in Cyrodiil or Skyrim - preparedness is quintessential. Always ensure you pack enough food to last the journey twice-fold, and bring assistants with you - or the materials to craft your own, if you are so inclined, as I am myself - if you wish to avoid any hardship." 14. Who is their mentor? Who do they go to most for lessons? "A mentor? I suppose I learnt much from my mother, a proficient spellcaster in her own right and an even more formidable scholar than I, though I cannot count the living alone as my teachers. What can be learnt from those who came before - in books, tales, spell tomes - it cannot be overstated. Though I will never meet any of them, I believe I have read enough of Vastarie, Mannimarco, Morian Zenas and even Galerion - though I abhor to admit this. The mer was a coward and a hack, devoid of any true artistry - that I can count them as mentors of a kind. Never underestimate the dominion of the librarian." 19. How are they with money? Do they hoard, or do they spend until their pockets are empty and they have to find work again? Have they saved for any houses? "HA!! Now you sound like the collegiate board. Just because I sink most of my septims, and that of the Bruma College of Whispers' treasury, into whatever my current project is does not make me a loose-hand with coin. They are investments, as my track record should rightly confirm. Rest assured every down-payment is returned to the last when a book is published and the revenue collected. I am no debtor. And besides, where knowledge is concerned; nothing ventured, nothing gained."

#oc asks #tes #the elder scrolls

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aonoexpat · 1 year

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Getting my bearings

07-02-2023

Okay please do not expect me to keep up this rate of posting on here because I do not intend to but I just have SO MUCH NEW STUFF TO SHARE RIGHT NOW

It feels like I've been here for two whole weeks already, with how much I've been up to. I've seen the local shopping district (blown away by the caliber of the thrift shops here, I am living for it), gotten in a (minor, no worries) car accident, gone to that board game night (played Viticulture, cool but not entirely my thing) and most of the administrative process has been taken care of by now, which means:

a local phone number: much needed to get around if you want future employers to be able to reach you. I have a dual SIM phone but I've taken my Dutch SIM out anyway, because the rates are staggeringly high: 254 cents per minute of outgoing or incoming calls, 51 cents per text message and 500 cents per MB(!) of data. No thank you. I do still want to keep my Dutch number so I've just downgraded my plan to the bare minimum to save some costs.

a local bank account: it took some back-and-forth, but now I'm officially banking with Kiwibank :) I chose them for their omnipresence, and because I'd read online that they're one of the more sustainable and inclusive options out here.

a local tax ID: is on the way, this is necessary for NZ and NL to communicate about my income and any taxes that apply.

an actual job: working on it, printing CVs tomorrow but I also managed to get my hands on a beautiful guitar so busking is now officially on the table!

The time I wasn't working on these things, I spent out and about, enjoying the views and the culture shock. Yesterday's highlight was Zealandia: a 255 ha wildlife sanctuary that sits right on the fold line where two tectonic plates meet. It's home to many a species of birds, reptiles and plants, some of them endangered, and offers some killer views:

Here's a little selection of who I met there:

The Pied Shag / Kāruhiruhi / Phalacrocorax varius varius

Not to be confused with a regular ol' penguin. Seemed very chill

The Takahē / Porphyrio hochstetteri

Very sleepy, and the most reminiscent of its undoubtedly dinosaur ancestors. Also clearly a menace to keep inside its designated area:

The California quail / Tikaokao / Callipepla californica

Standing guard on the fence as its whānau rummage about in the garden below 💚

Tuatara / Sphenodon punctatus

The Kākā / Nestor meridionalis septentrionalis

According to the volunteer park guide who was kind enough to give us a talk about them on her time off, the park started out with 14 of these back in 2002. At the time the Kākā hadn't been living in the Wellington area for over 100 years. Since then, over 1000 new Kākā chicks have been born in the sanctuary due to their tremendous efforts to protect these intelligent birds. The feeders they put out for them require them to step on a little pedal to lift the lid and access the food. They've done experiments with them where they put a little wooden block under the pedal to block it, and the young ones quickly learned to remove it to regain access. They've also suspended food from pieces of string hanging from the branches to see what they would do, since Kākā are unable to hover. Even this they managed to solve by sitting on the branch and pulling up the string until they could reach the food. They look like they're having great fun, hanging upside down from branches and being real acrobats in the trees as well as the air 😍

I'm definitely visiting this place again when I have the chance, because there's a lot more of the park to explore!

My current plan is to stay here in Te Whanganui-a-tara until the beginning of April. Then I can catch a ride up to Hobbiton and then Tāmaki-makau-rau (aka Auckland), after which I'll travel back down, in order to visit the South Island in May, most likely! So for now my focus will be on saving up some money and enjoying the wonderful weather while it lasts 🌞

#aotearoa #backpacking

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kenobihater · 1 year

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Got a new tarot deck a while back, this time it's ATLA themed! It's just called The ATLA Tarot by Yappangiearts, but it's sadly out of print. That said, I know of a shop with one copy left for like 95 bucks so if you're interested lmk and I'll send you in the right direction! If you're not willing to pay that much but still want an ATLA deck, then there's several other decks out there for less money that I can point you to as well, so check out this post! Anyways, I wanted to gush about some of my favorite cards because this is literally my FAVE ATLA themed deck out of them all and I love almost every single card choice. I'm also limiting myself to two Major Arcana and two Minor Arcana so I don't ramble on about the whole deck lmao.

The first one is what really spurred me to buy the deck so I'm gonna talk about it the most, and it's a card featuring my least fave character - Ozai as The Devil! Ozai stands in for the devil, and chained in fire and combat are his two children Zuko and Azula, standing in for the enslaved people typically shown at the devil's feet. This card to me usually represents addiction, vice, and obsession, though with this card I'm inclined to take it a little deeper bc of the genius decision to include his kids. His kids have been raised to compete for his affection (you could almost say they're obsessed with one-upping each other), affection that always came at the price of their relationship with their sibling. With every instance of pitting them against each other, he drove another wedge between the two of them. That's cyclical to me and adds a layer of unhealthy family relationships to this card, and I hate Ozai so much but goddamn do I love this card choice!

The next card I wanna talk about is Zuko as The Hanged Man. In the Major Arcana it's number 12, right before Death at number 13. If Death represents change, then The Hanged Man can represent the discomfort that pushes us to take that final leap. The Hanged Man to me represents the ultimate card of liminality, of being stuck between the upright, logical world and the upside down, illogical world. It also can mean you feel stuck, it can be a symbol of surrendering to fate, and it can even mean enlightenment of some sort at the cost of some type of discomfort. Zuko is DEEPLY conflicted and stuck between two worlds for a majority of the show, so I think he's a wonderful choice for this card!

Onto the minors! The Two of Swords again features Zuko, though this time it's his Blue Spirit mask. It typically features a blindfolded figure holding two swords, and the Blue Spirit is a PERFECT stand in for this, both visually and symbolically! The mask stands in for the blindfold, protecting Zuko's identity rather than allowing for unbiased judgement in a difficult decision, though both cut the wearer off from the outside world. This card can mean that one is at a crossroads and needs to make a difficult decision. Imho, the Blue Spirit's introduction is also the first step Zuko takes towards redemption. Yes he does the right thing for the wrong reason, but he still commits a good act, if a primarily selfish one. So, portraying this scene as the Two of Swords is brilliant I think bc it is undoubtedly a difficult decision that Zuko makes in rescuing Aang!

Finally, I wanna talk about the Six of Swords. Traditionally, this is portrayed as a woman and a child being ferried across a river by a boatman, leaving the rough waters behind. It can symbolize journeys in general, whether literal, metaphorical, or both. In the ATLA tarot, instead we see Iroh and Zuko's topknot and ponytail floating by in a stream. I love this, because it keeps the parent-and-child motif, but represents very well the decision the two have just made to both sever themselves from their pasts and move on to wherever the road takes them in their flight from Azula.

In conclusion: I fucking ADORE this deck!!

#len's cardslinging adventures #thought i'd be bothered by the majors being watercolor and the minors being digital but i literally love this deck sm #also thought i'd be bothered by swords being fire and wands being air but for atla the switch 100% makes sense to me!

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dreamspelunker · 1 year

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AI Art and the ArtStation Protest

I've been thinking about writing my thoughts on AI art for a while, so with the current ArtStation protest, I figure now is a good time to do it.

I think what people need to realize first and foremost is that major corporations (especially media empires like Disney) are not going to touch this tech in any meaningful way until the issues with copyright are resolved either in court or by lawmakers. Firstly, they're not going to want to risk a major lawsuit that might make them look really bad to the public. They can eat court costs and spin PR, but why sink that money when it's easier and safer to just wait and see?

More importantly, though, these companies are not going to want to risk their OWN copyright being violated by competitors.

There are undoubtedly many meetings behind closed doors about this, especially in entertainment and advertising departments. Executives are calling up their lawyers and their art department heads, and I'm guessing everyone is telling them not to touch it. The tech isn't good enough to stand on its own in terms of quality, and there are too many issues with copyright to justify its use. They also wouldn't want to be feeding their own artwork into these machines out of a very reasonable concern that it would be harvested into the AI's database and then be used in other prompts. They can not risk that.

To use AI tech in their production line in any official capacity, companies would either have to choose between using AI as it is now and risk having to deal with litigation, or front the money and time to build their own private AI server. At this point, it's much easier to just keep production as it is with human artists, because they know it works and they wouldn't have to put any money into development.

Each one of these companies is definitely watching the situation, though. They're watching what people are saying online about it, and they're watching each other to see who among them might chance it first, and if it would be worth suing over. But they're not going to get their feet wet first. They're going to let the little guys fight over it and see where the tide of public opinion is going.

In my personal opinion, I think waiting for corporations to swoop in and take this stuff to court is a waste of time. AI tech bros aren't going to go out of their way to bait a giant corporation. No, they're having too much fun stealing art from small creators on online galleries and watching them get mad about it. I genuinely think a lot of the AI crap those people post is entirely done to troll and bait. Because they're not there for the art, they're there for the drama. It's a hilarious game to them.

No, I think the only way this is going to court is if artists themselves take it to court. I've seen a lot of people say that no one can afford it, and that's entirely true. Individuals can't.

But you know what? If a group of high-profile artists got together and started a campaign to raise the money necessary to bring a class-action lawsuit against the owners/creators of Stable Diffusion…well, that would give the issue the kick in the ass it needs.

This protest on ArtStation tells me that the initiative is there. The support is there. There just needs to be an effective team to work on it, and to find people who would be willing to be the face of the cause.

My feeling is, it's just around the corner.

#ai art theft #artstation #say no to ai art #art #stand with artists

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the-real-zhora-salome · 2 years

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I mean even Jeremy Irons, who likes Tom, said he's had an easy life. - I don't have the quote handy so I may be misremembering it, but Ken said something like "Tom has had difficult things happen, he just doesn't talk about it". And I respect that and am glad Ken said that. Some people don't feel a need to air their dirty laundry to gain other people's respect. Yes, Tom has had it relatively easy. I am not here to deny that. But to anons point-why are other celebs like BC and ER and a whole bunch of others ever held to the same criticism? Maybe it's the whole posh guy the media pushed on him as at the beginning of his career? That is their only image of him?

Seriously, if anyone knows the quote of which I speak, help a gal out. I have seen it pop up multiple times and of course, now I can't find it. Maybe it isn't a real quote (never trust the internet) but the sentiment is what I was going for. People make a personality out of feeling bad for the "terror's" TS has gone through and you can't say she hasn't had an easy life. Why is it so hard for people to see Tom as a person and not a stereotype of things they hate the most that have nothing to do with who he really is?

I don't have the quote handy so I may be misremembering it, but Ken said something like "Tom has had difficult things happen, he just doesn't talk about it". And I respect that and am glad Ken said that.

You most probably mean this quote:

"Branagh is a longtime friend of Hiddleston’s: he hired him on his detective series Wallander, then for the Chekhov play Ivanov staged at Wyndham’s Theatre, London, and ultimately on Thor, directed by Branagh. Along the way, he has witnessed some cracks in the armour. During Thor, Branagh recalls the young actor as “a bit scared and vulnerable, and at times pretty lonely. I think he withstood isolation pangs that might have thrown some people. But what I admire about Tom is he’s not trying to present the idea that a tortured individual lives alongside this gilded youth. He has a lot of the personal challenges that most people have, but he doesn’t look for sympathy by trying to convince people that there’s trouble in the kingdom.”"

It's from this article in Esquire Magazine:

thanks @insanityclause for helping me find it.

I also found another KB interview post-Hamlet where he said that in his class at RADA, Tom was the only student with a "posh" family background.

Tom undoubtedly has had it easier than many early in his career, because he had a family that he could have fallen back on if need be.

We know that he payed the fees for RADA himself with money that he earned from acting jobs while at Cambridge, but frankly we don't know if he received financial help for his costs of living while at RADA. It can be assumed, because he had his own flat (not rented), and since he couldn't take professional acting jobs during this time, we have to assume that he received help for his cost of living.

But that also means that he never had to make use of all the various opportunies for grants and stipends and whatnot that lesser affluent students at RADA have access to.

So yeah, he may not have had to worry so much about how to pay rent, but we still have next to no insight into what his life was like, especially his state of mind, during those years at RADA and afterwards, until his career started to get off the ground. He has talked about how he struggled to book jobs after RADA, how he failed at a lot of auditions. That cannot have been easy, either.

I think people also feel that he has had it "easy" because it feels like he had his break through with Loki immediately after RADA. But that's not true. There were four to five years where he was just a jobbing actor, like most. I imagine that these years were just as fraught with insecurities and worries as they would be for actors with no "posh" background.

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