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Fushiguro Megumi x Reader

CW: violence(?), sexual tension, friends to lovers, implied public sex, dry humping, Megumi has perverted thoughts about his partner aka reader

a/n: i’m totally out of ideas so send me thirsts

With the cursed object in his possession, Megumi walked out of the tunnel into the intersection where his partner lay sprawled on the grimy floor.

Her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath, the withered and mutilated corpse of the curse she was keeping at bay while he grabbed the object lay a few feet away from her.

He praised her internally. Knowing her and her laziness when it came to their missions, that one must’ve taken a lot out of her.

In his mind, he vividly recalled her voice telling him to go through the tunnel to get the object while she dealt with the massive curse that blocked his way.

As he went through, he caught sight of her dropping her stance, abandoning her curse technique to grab the small dagger she kept on her person.

His heart jumped into his throat when he saw her charging at the huge monster, clawing it’s eye out with her dagger before he lost sight of her.

Even though he’d rather die than admit he admired her for her dedication to this mission, he silently wondered why it felt as if something was different between them.

Their usually bickering abandoned, instead, their was some sort of tension between the two of them.

His thoughts were cut off when he felt her eyes on him. Those big doe eyes that’d usually be looking at him from afar after she successfully completes yet another malicious prank on him.

“You have it?” Her voice, quiet and airy, as she finally managed to calm her breathing. He flashed her the object before circling her sweaty form to inspect her for any injuries.

“Your panties are showing.” Her skirt was hiked up, not that much, but far enough for him to catch a glimpse of the lacy garment. He felt the blood rush to his cheeks. Curse her for making him feel this way despite being the very bane of his existence.

“I picked it out just for you. Do you like it?” She muttered with a deadpan look. He knew she was just teasing him, which is why he was confused when his heart skipped a beat. He wondered if her bra matched.

“Shut up”. He knelt down and adjusted her skirt, sitting down beside her. He huffed, taking a deep breath to avert his mind from his friends’? no, his partners undergarments.

“Don’t act like you’re the one who’s tired when I did all the work?” He could practically see the eye roll that would’ve accompanied her jibe at him.

He hummed. “If I recall, I was the one who diverted its attention away from you when you got hit by it first.”

She clicked her teeth, turning away from him. A lock of her hair fell across her face as he did. Almost on instinct, he reached out and brushed her hair aside and tucked it behind her ear.

She turned around slowly, her mouth slightly opened in surprise. He couldn’t blame her, he surprised himself as well. Her finger brushed his and she licked her lips before she opened her mouth to say something.

“Yo! Both of you still alive?” The annoying voice of their teacher drawled, echoing and bouncing off the walls of the underground tunnel.

Megumi and his partner immediately groaned, turning away as Gojo busied himself by taking pictures of his beat up students.

“Come on, let’s go. I wanna enjoy all these pastries I bought.” The girl huffed before she pulled herself up, wobbling slightly before walking off.

Megumi stood back for a moment, watching as she walked up to her teacher and shamelessly dug her hands into the paper bag to dig out something to eat.

He shook his head as he stood up and walked past them, ignoring Gojo’s cries as he tried to rip the bag away from his greedy student.

•

Megumi walked into the public toilet, his partner’s belongings in hand. He watched as the girl washed her face, getting rid of all the grime and sweat.

The both of them wordlessly minding their own business. Megumi silently passed her everything one by one. He already knew where she kept everything, after all, this has become tradition for them.

Megumi noted that she looked after her appearance, keeping everything perfect to a fault.

The first time she had asked him to pass her the small compact powder, he was mildly confused - and annoyed - as he dug through her bag.

But as time passed, he’d memorized her routine, knowing what to pass to her next. It was like one of those scenes in movies where the doctor asks the assistant to pass them different surgical instruments.

This time however, Megumi noted that there was something else that was amiss, aside from her makeup. “Your socks are ruined.”

The girl peered down at her thigh highs, and indeed, they were covered in holes, barely held together. Megumi wondered how she planned to fix it before she went out.

“Check my bag, I think I’ve a spare.”

Ah, of course she’d be prepared. Megumi dug through the bag, searching for her thigh highs. He finally found them hidden away in one of the small side pockets. He fished them out of pass them to her.

As he lifted his gaze, he found the girl perched on top of the counter, her bare leg outstretched towards him.

His eye twitched. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

The girl merely smiled and leaned back on her palms. Her leg brushed against his calf, riding up his thigh. “I’ll give you a treat if you do this for me.”

Megumi sighed. It was dangerous the amount of control this girl had over him. He gripped her ankle, keeping her foot on his thigh as he kneeled down to hike it up her leg.

He noted how soft it looked despite all the dangerous missions she goes to. Her skin looked untouched, almost like it was made from porcelain.

Megumi begrudgingly thought about what it’d feel like to kiss them. To have them wrapped around his waist as he-

He shook his head as he felt his blood rush downwards. He finished putting them on her, snapping the elastic edge against her skin as he finished.

She slapped his shoulder lightly as she flinched.

He looked up at her. “Your lipstick is smudged too.” Her cheeks flushed and Megumi fought the urge to pull them.

She tried to turn around to face the mirror. What she didn’t expect was for Megumi to grip her jaw in his hand before she could, turning her face towards him.

He brushed his thumb against the corner of her lips, swiping away until it looked perfect. Even though he was finished, his hand continued to stay on her jaw, his thumb resting on her plump bottom lip.

He noted how her lips looked extra kissable with this color. He leaned down until their noses nudged against each other, until their breaths mingled. His heart rate picked up as he locked eyes with her.

“I did what you wanted, where’s my treat?” He was standing between her legs now. He shuddered in delight as her thick thighs wrapped around his waist and nudged him forward until her core pressed against his.

She gripped the front of his uniform, her other hand snaking up his back to grip his nape. “Come and get it.”

Her cupids bow brushed against his and he took that as his cue to smash his lips against hers. She moaned against him, her legs tightening as she pulled him impossibly closer.

His tongue plunged between her lips, moaning at the taste of her. Her fingers carded through his hair, pulling at the strands until he groaned into her mouth.

Her teeth captured his bottom lip, pulling it until they parted for air. Megumi’s hands found refuge on her waist, before they moved to her ass, squeezing her flesh until she arched against him.

Her skirt hiked up enough for him to see the damp spot on her dark panties. She ground her hips against him, her nails dragging themselves up and down his nape as she tried to lure him down for another kiss.

He chuckled, pecking her lips before picking her up and taking them both inside the cubicle.

“Be patient.” He mumbled against her neck as he peppered kisses against her flushed skin.

As the both of them finally indulged in themselves to resolve their unprecedented sexual tension, they both forgot that their poor, unsuspecting teacher was right outside waiting for his precious students to join him.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #megumi fushiguro #fushiguro megumi #megumi x reader #Megumi x reader smut #Megumi smut #jjk smut #jujutsu Kaisen smut #Fushiguro smut #Fushiguro x reader smut #Fushiguro Megumi x reader #Fushiguro Megumi x reader smut

[mlmxreader]

Public Toilets | Bane x gn!reader (🍋)

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↳ ❝ anonymous asked: May I please give you a request to use the following prompts for big tiddy Bane X non-binary, male, or gn!Reader:

“You need to let go, and to have some fun” ❞

: ̗̀➛ Bane isn't keen on things like clubbing and being in public, he gets tense and worked up... but luckily, you know just to calm him down

: ̗̀➛ spit as lube, anal sex, swearing, Masturbation, anal fingering, public sex, Daddy kink, praise kink

: ̗̀➛ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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The underground club scene was alive and well within Gotham; villains mingled with heroes and both danced and drank with the everyday Joe who needed to let loose after work. It didn't matter who they were. The club scene had something for everyone; harsh and loud dance music, even harsher and louder metal.

Everything in between. You weren't really sure how you managed to drag Bane along with you, given his distaste for public appearances when he was a more than wanted man, and you couldn't really blame him.

But he was there with you, keeping his heavy hand on your shoulder to make sure you didn't get separated from each other; heavily breathing through his mask as the heat started to get to him a little more than he first expected.

But you were so keen, he couldn't deny you. Bane could never tell you no when you wanted something, always bowing to a flash of the puppy dog eyes, or the slight whimper in your voice. Bane could never say no to you, even if he tried.

But he was tense, and you couldn't help but to notice as you dragged him into one of the toilet cubicles, your hands on his chest as he stood against the door.

"Bane?"

"Mm."

You tilted your head to the side slightly, raising your brows. "You alright?"

He shrugged, he didn't want to ruin your night and he wanted to at least try and have fun. "I'm fine, little one."

"You're tense," you pointed out, hands on his arms as you gently squeezed the thick muscles. "You need to let go, and to have some fun - trust me, yeah?"

He nodded slowly. "Always, little one."

Slowly, you guided him around until he sat on the toilet with his legs spread; you eyed his lap hungrily, licking your lips before you swallowed thickly and dropped to your knees between his legs.

His breath hitched, and he growled out a soft huff of your name under his breath; he resisted the urge to cup your jaw in his hand and force his thumb between your lips.

"What are you thinking?"

You grinned, looking at his crotch for a moment. "I was thinking I might know a way to help you relax."

"And what do you suggest?"

"Well, there's two options," you told him. "Either, you could fuck me, or you could fuck my mouth."

Bane grumbled under his breath. "I want you on my lap, little one."

You nodded, getting up off of your knees and dropping your trousers; Bane followed suit, sitting back down and giving his cock a good hard few strokes as he took in the sight of your body.

Watching as you copied him and started touching yourself. He got you to spit on his hand so he could make his cock a little more slick; you did it again as you started to finger your ass.

Bane was entranced, and when you told him that you were ready, he almost sprang to his feet.

"Are you still up for it?" He asked with a soft growl.

You nodded eagerly, bracing yourself against the door. "More than."

Slowly, Bane thrust into you, making you moan loudly; his hand went to your mouth, covering it so nobody could hear as he started to rock his hips against you, losing himself a little in how you pushed back against him.

Fuck. You felt so good.

He was so big, and so thick, you thought he was going to tear you open but you didn't want him to stop; he was still gentle, though, grunting softly in your ear as he pressed his cold mask to your skin.

Shivering, you moaned loudly against his hand, closing your eyes tightly. Fuck. With the added risk of getting caught so easily, you couldn't deny that you knew you wouldn't last long; frantically and desperately trying to fuck yourself against his cock.

Far from the usual talkative sex that you usually had. No, this was just pure lust.

"You're being so good," Bane grunted out quietly. "So, so good for me, little one."

"Daddy…" you murmured, rolling your hips. Your ass clenching around him and only spurring him on even more. "Please… fuck."

Bane's eyes rolled into the back of his head for a second, nearly letting go of your mouth in the process; but he was quick to come back to his senses, steadying himself with a hand on your hip as he rammed into you and started to thrust harder and faster.

Your muffled moans and begs for him to keep going only made him try and go as hard and fast as he possibly could. Wanting nothing more than to make you cum and to fill your ass with his own.

Fuck. The thought of stuffing you with his cum made him growl as he let go of your hip, focusing his attention on touching you instead.

"I wanna cum," you whimpered against his hand.

"When you're ready, little one," he told you firmly. "When you want to."

You nodded, losing yourself in the thrusting and the soft praises for a moment before you finally felt it happen; freezing up for a second as you gasped his name. Pleasure washing over you as your toes curled and your eyes rolled into the back of your head. Oh, fuck.

It only made Bane's resolve crumble as he finally came in you; he kept fucking you, not caring as he stuffed as much of it into you as he could. Claiming you completely. Fuck. Oh, fuck.

Bane kept going until he could feel himself soften, clearing his throat as he sat down for a moment and used the toilet paper to clean his cock; he stole a look at you, admiring his masterpiece.

"You know," he mused. "I really do feel a lot less tense."

You were still bracing yourself against the door, grinning as you panted heavily, trying to catch your breath; your legs were shaking, but you could nod as you laughed softly. "That's alright, then."

#mlem writes #bane x reader #bane x you #bane imagine #bane fanfic #bane fanfiction #bane the dark knight #bane dc #the dark knight bane #bane the dark knight rises #bane #the dark knight trilogy #the dark knight #tdkr fanfic #tdkr fanfiction #tdkr bane #bane tdkr #tdkr #tdk #tom hardy fanfiction #tom hardy fanfic #tom hardy fic #tom hardy imagines #tom hardy imagine #tom hardy one shot #tom hardy oneshot #tom hardy x reader #tom hardy x you #tom hardy smut #tom hardy

[o-wyrmlight]

“I take it that you’re Plaisance?” Harry asked, pulling out his slightly-damp ledger from the safety of his coat. Kim didn’t know how he failed to notice before, but a piece of toilet paper was clinging to the back of the ledger for dear life. His fingers itched to pull it off. “Plaisance Pontier, Annette’s mother?”

“Yes, that’s right.” Her voice took on a quivering quality, looking between Kim and Harry from behind her cat eyed glasses uncertainly. “Did something happen? I don’t want any trouble, officers. I’m just a simple businesswoman running a bookshop! I don’t want any bad publicity going on around here…”

“No, no trouble at all,” Harry reassured with a slight laugh, hunching his shoulders with a grimacing grin. “It’s just—well. Let us introduce ourselves. I’m Para-Natural Detective Raphaël Ambrosius Costeau from the Para-Normal Investigations Bureau. This is my partner.” He gave Kim a nod and a smile. “Para-Natural Officer Jimothy Kimothy.”

What the fuck was happening?

Plaisance gave pause, squinting between them suspiciously, fingers fiddling with the medallion hanging from around her neck. “The… Para-Normal Investigations Bureau? I’ve never… heard of such a division in the RCM before.”

“It’s not a part of the RCM, ma’am—the Para-Normal Investigations Bureau is a separate entity that works the underground of Revachol to resolve para-natural disturbances that threaten Revachol’s livelihood. If Revachol is the body we all live within, then we are her antibodies.”

Having some fun writing the Doomed Commercial Area for my fanfic, A Toast To The Pigs--a Martinaise retelling where Harry wakes up in #1 Whirling-in-Rags with his memory in-tact and still has to work with Kim to solve the case. Check it out if that's of interest to you! Typical Disco Elysium themes and warnings are to be expected.

#disco elysium #kim kitsuragi #harry du bois #a toast to the pigs #wyrm writes #me: man i'm getting tired orz i don't really feel like writing the lorry drivers in the rain at all. is this burnout. is this how i quit #also me: wait ingenious idea. doomed commercial area goes brrr #yeahhhhh YEAHHHHH WE'RE HAVING SOME FUN AGAIN #ALSO ORIGIN OF RAPHAEL AMBROSIUS COSTAU INCOMING LMAO #anyway feel giddy feel like sharing. this is like. chapter 9 so it's a ways off #you're welcome

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Came upon some things that I posted in the old blog I accidentally deleted a few yrs. ago, and I think they’re worth revisiting. Have you ever heard of a daytime hotel? The Albergo Diurno Venezia was built in Milan, Italy for rest & rejuvenation for people going about their day or travelers needing a temporary respite. It was also buried for years.

Beneath what is today the Piazza Oberdan, it had been closed since 2003-

When the last surviving barber was evicted by the council. But the rest of it, the public baths and most of the other services, had been out of operation since the mid eighties.

Open everyday from 7am to 11 at night, there was a magnificent lounge, public baths, spas, barber shops, ladies’ hairdressers, manicure and pedicure salons, ironing and wardrobe facilities, a shoe shiners, newsagent, bicycle garage, lost luggage office, travel agency, photography shop, all housed in 1,200 square meters of underground art nouveau splendor.

In the 1960s, the construction of Milan’s Line 1 subway began, & several rooms, a portion of the atrium and toilets were removed and demolished to make way for it.

From then on, the Daytime hotel shared its access stairway with the subway.

It was at this point that it began to lose some of its glamour, leading to its eventual demise.

The closure of the premises and lack of ventilation and maintenance over the years has led to an extreme deterioration of the space. Most of the wood furniture was sold at the end of the 1990s.

At some point, the skylight was also covered in asphalt from the outside.

The Albergo was repeatedly overlooked for restoration projects and city council funding.

In 2006 there was a proposal to renew the space to house the Italian film archives, but contracts were never signed and the money went to restore the spires of Milan’s Duomo.

Original photo of the hair salon.

It wasn’t until 2013 that the Italian environment fund for the preservation of artistic heritage stepped in and volunteered to step in and literally just start cleaning away the dust of time.

Over several months, volunteers worked hard to bring it back to life for a series of public open days. For a few days in March 2015, the underground Art Nouveau gem opened to the public.

An agreement was signed with the city committing to design a formal restoration project, the purpose of the open days was to raise awareness and funds to ensure this pearl of Milan’s buried past can shine once again for the public.

Guess it never happened b/c according to its site, it’s permanently closed.

https://www.messynessychic.com/

#daytime hotel italy #buried daytime hotel #forgotten art nouveau hotel #forgotten art nouveau hotel italy #long post

[heyimdove]

It’s been about a month since I finished Drinking Buddies and Diaries, so I have a quick story about writing it and how COOL fanfic readers are:

I don’t live in the UK, only been there once, and my short stint in London happened to coincide with a terrorist attack about a block from where I was, so my memories of it are tinted a bit off. When I think of London now, I mostly associate it with tons of low-flying helicopters (also one fantastic leek soup)((and public toilets that cost money))(((and a ferret on a leash I saw at St. James Park))).

So all the places referenced are almost entirely googled. And I spent FOREVER looking through various pubs near Soho/St. James Park/Berkeley Square before finally deciding to use the Goat Tavern (mainly because the big golden goat that stares down at you from the road). It just so happened that the pub had a controversial history and some neat secret underground tunnels- basically the kind of place I could see demons hanging around. Goats are so often associated with satanic stuff thanks to Ol’ Baphomet, so it really seemed to fit perfectly in a never-been-there-but-I-hope-this-works kind of way.

Well, actually, it turns out there are TWO Goat Taverns. Not far from each other. One has a golden goat, the other has a goat stonework thingy. The one without the golden goat had the murderer and tunnels, I think? Regardless, wtf London? Couldn’t one of you have been The Ram? The Alpaca? Some other even-toed ungulate?

Anyway, it’s too late to change it now, so Muriel and Crowley go to the Goat Tavern, meaning they go to both at once, meaning it’s one fucking pub in my fic, two pubs just mushed into one.

Despite this confusing development, a reader (egana) decided to make the trip over to the Goat Tavern (the Mayfair one). They said:

“I… shall be paying a pilgrimage to The Goat Tavern in honour of this fic later this week”

Obviously that was an extremely cool thing to say and I begged them to tell me what it’s like. It turns out they actually went!:

I have been smiling all day at this because it really makes the time I spent digitally trekking through all these little pubs and eateries to find the right one for Crowley to take Muriel to, when he couldn’t bring himself to dine at The Ritz with anyone but Aziraphale, entirely worth it. It sounds more angelic than I intended but I actually love that, because now it’s more believable that angels would enter it at all, despite that freaky staring goat.

Like bro are u kidding me

Anyway, fanfic readers constantly make me feel the warmest feelings towards the world and I love you all. I love that egana would take the trip out and even bother to follow up. The people I’ve been able to interact with since posting are just lovely. I was so afraid to share my writing with the world. As it turns out, the world is actually very, very nice.

Someone let me know recently that DB&D is the most-kudoed post-S2 fic (or was when she told me anyway, it might not be anymore), and that is so mind-blowing and heartening. I’ve been working on some personal novels lately, and it’s all thanks to the support and kindness from fic readers. So if you’re here because you read DB&D, you should know that you have helped resuscitate me. Thank you. If I ever get published, I’m dedicating my first novel to you!

And if I ever do get published, we can all take comfort in the fact that I would have an editor who will stop me from combining two real places into one. I still can’t get over that TWO GOAT TAVERNS exist on opposite sides of one fucking park

#good omens #good omens fanfiction #I love the good omens fandom #drinking buddies and diaries

[ptseti]

THE MOORS

During the European Dark Ages, between the 7th and 14th century AD, the Moorish Empire in Spain became one of the world's finest civilizations. General Tarik and his Black Moorish army from Morocco, conquered Spain after a week-long battle with King Roderick in 711 AD. (The word tariff and the Rock of Gibraltar were named after him). They found that Europe, with the assistance of the Catholic Church, had returned almost to complete barbarism. The population was 90% illiterate and had lost all of the civilizing principles that were passed on by the ancient Greeks and Romans.

The Moors reintroduced mathematics, medicine, agriculture, and the physical sciences. Arabic figures including the zero and the decimal point replaced the clumsy Roman numerals. As Dr. Van Sertima says, "You can't do higher mathematics with Roman numerals." The Moors introduced agriculture to Europe including cotton, rice, sugar cane, dates, ginger, lemons, and strawberries. They also taught them how to store grain for up to 100 years and built underground grain silos. They established a world-famous silk industry in Spain. The Moorish achievement in hydraulic engineering was outstanding.

They constructed an aqueduct, that conveyed water from the mountains to the city through lead pipes from the mountains to the city. They taught them how to mine for minerals on a large scale, including copper, gold, silver, tin, lead, and aluminium. Spain soon became the world centre for high-quality sword blades and shields. Spain was eventually manufacturing up to 12,000 blades and shields per year. Spanish craft and woollen became world famous. The Moorish craftsman also produced world-class glass, pottery, vases, mosaics, and jewellery.

The Moors introduced to Europe paved, lighted streets with raised sidewalks for pedestrians, flanked by uninterrupted rows of buildings. Paved and lighted streets did not appear in London or Paris for centuries. They constructed thousands of public markets and mills in each city. Cordova alone had 5,000 of each. They were also introduced to Spain's underwear and bathing with soap. Their public baths numbered in the thousands when bathing in the rest of Europe was frowned upon as a diabolical custom to be avoided by all good Christians.

Poor hygiene contributed to the plagues in the rest of Europe. Moorish monarchs dwelled in sumptuous palaces while the crowned heads of England, France, and Germany lived in barns, lacking windows, toilets, and chimneys, with only a hole in the roof as the exit for smoke. Human waste material was thrown in the streets since no bathrooms were present. Education was made mandatory by the Moors, while 90% of Europe was illiterate, including the kings and queens. The Moors introduced public libraries to Europe with 600,000 books in Cordova alone. They established 17 outstanding universities in Spain.

Since Africa is a matriarchal society, women were also encouraged to devote themselves to serious study, and it was only in Spain that one could find female doctors, lawyers, and scientists. Moorish schoolteachers knew that the world was round and taught geography from a globe. They produced expert maps with all sea and land routes accurately located concerning latitude and longitude; while also introducing compasses to Europe.

They were such expert shipbuilders that they were able to use their geography expertise to import and export as far away as India and China. It was not by accident that a Moor named Pietro Olonzo Nino was the chief navigator for Christopher Columbus on the flagship Santa Maria.

He is said to have argued with Columbus as to who really discovered America. One of the worst mistakes the Moors made was to introduce gunpowder technology from China into Europe because their enemies adopted this weapon and used it to drive them out of Spain.

Europe then took the 700 years of civilization and education re-taught to them by the Moors and used this knowledge to attack Africa. While the Moors were re-civilizing Europe, great empires were thriving in Western Africa and frequently traded with the Moors.

These included the empires of Ghana, Mali, and Songhay, which prospered between 700 AD and 1600 AD. Africa was not a dark continent awaiting European civilization. In fact, Black African Egyptians and Black African Moors are credited with civilizing Europe."

#moors #spain

[leffee]

will there be more sims stuff?

Probably not because I actually stopped playing quite a while ago and have 0 interest in returning to it as for now. There's only so long you can play without any expansions before getting bored I suppose, and I am not spending so much money on a single expansion. However, I can show you a few more things from my save with Vinnie ans Sunil :D.

So first of all, they have slaves in the basement, one of them is a child. As you can see it looks horrible, on purpose, it has only the worst-quality basic necessities (the toilet and the bathtub are literally handmade out of wood) plus a bunch of random things that I got one way or the other and had no use for them but wanted to keep. The basement is directly connected to the house but the door is locked for them, however Vinnie and Sunil can come and go as they please.

Outside they have some graves of the people they have killed, mostly via the pool you can see there. Why is there a bed outside? It was for a child that was born by one of the basement slaves and I didn't like it so it slept outside, it kept the bed there even after becoming an adult.

Speaking of killing people, this is a picture-based painting Vinnie painted after they killed someone and Grim Reaper and Sunil started hanging out (idk what happened with the other painting, it's all black and I don't remember what it was)

Now, their lineages. As you can see, they have a lot of children (Sunil way more than Vinnie) but none of them with each other. Why is that? So they can spread their precious genes in the neighbourhood without having to take care of the little feckers. Does that mean they cheated on each other? Not really, it wasn't like that you see, it was purely for the sake of, as I said, spreading their genes. They love each other still ^^. This was just bussiness

Now this, this is a house they built for the basement slave they banished because they didn't like him and wanted some fresh meat in the basement instead. However, the house (it's underground, you can see the hole and stairs leading to it) does not have any doors.

And normally when you go to visit someone you only get access to their house once you knock on the door, but since the guy doesn't have any doors you can only see inside of his house by going into the pov of your sim, having said that his house inside looks like this

it consists of poorly placed counters, wooden bathtub and a public bathroom.

They have also planted death flowers in front of all of their neighbours' houses, as a sign that they are next, here's an example but they did it everywhere (I know, it's all in Polish, but you just have to believe me it says death flower)

And few Vinnil stuff as a bonus

Here is also Vinnie talking to a lemon tree because I made him insane

Yeeee

#lps 2012 #asks

[bumblebeebats]

Every single time you ask where the toilets are in a British restaurant/shop/public building it's like Oh yeah, you just have to down the stairs there, up the stairs again, round the corner and down the second flight of stairs -- yes, it used to be an air raid shelter so it's 50 feet underground - and you'll find a completely unmarked white door. The room is an equilateral triangle with 3 types of carpet. Please do not even LOOK at the toilet, as it is from 1923 and will flood the whole building if you put toilet paper in it. For your convenience, we have installed the world's smallest sink, equipped with separate taps of two temperatures: instant-frostbite and surface-of-the-sun. All the paint's come off though, so who knows which is which ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ And yes, they are the horrible stiff twisty type so you will have to put your lovely freshly-washed hand into FULL contact with every single facet of the handle to turn it off. Paper towels ?? You fucking idiot. You vile, polluting scum. We believe in saving the planet here, so instead we have used 3lbs of non-renewable electric materials to construct the most useless hand-dryer known to man. The doorhandle is specifically designed to be as stiff and hard-to-grip as possible, so that you with your still-wet hands will experience a brief moment of heart-stopping panic in which you envision yourself simply having to start a new life as some kind of bathroom hermit in this tiny mouldy cellphone deadzone, before you finally wrench it open and emerge, panting and reborn, into the outside world once more

[girlactionfigure]

Prisoner of Zion: Rabbi Yosef Mendelevitch

Returned to his roots

Rabbi Yosef Mendelevitch was a Jew in Soviet Russia who accomplished the seemingly impossible: he practiced his religion despite intense persecution, and inspired those around him – even in prison – with Jewish teachings and practice.

Born in Riga in 1947, Yosef was raised with only scraps of knowledge about the Jewish tradition because the Soviets destroyed all organized religion, holy books, and ritual objects. His family had a Passover seder, but didn’t have Haggadahs, so his father told the story from memory. The harsh conditions and persecution of Jews led Yosef to apply for an exit visa to go to Israel. He didn’t know much about Judaism or Israel. He later said, “I was not being honest with myself. I thought, ‘Yosef, you are struggling to go to Israel, but for what reason? You claim that you would like to go back to your roots, to Avraham, Yitzchak and Yaakov, but they were religious. If you know that is the truth, why aren’t you keeping mitzvot (Jewish law)?”

Yosef started becoming religious, and he joined the Jewish underground movement in the 1960’s. He was able to get some prayer books and a Chumash (Five Books of Moses) in a Russian translation. He started a Bible study group and became editor of an underground newsletter on Jewish issues. For his religious activities, Yosef was sent to prison for eleven years. He was brutally beaten for refusing to remove his kippa (yarmulke). Yosef served with famous Jewish dissident Natan Sharansky. The men were kept in solitary confinement and communicated through toilet bowls and radiators.

Separated from his family, Yosef created familial relationships with his fellow prisoners. He became the unofficial rabbi of the group. Every week, he would save bread for Friday night, when he would lay out a white tablecloth to celebrate Shabbat, and share words of Torah. Yosef was punished by receiving less food rations. He later said, “I wouldn’t let it bother me; I wouldn’t let them limit my free will. When they gave me my allotted portion, I would deliberately leave some over – making it my decision how much to eat, not theirs.”

As Yosef languished in a Siberian prison, he became a cause celebre for Jews around the world who were passionately advocating for “refuseniks”. These activist Jews held protests and raised money to smuggle Jewish books into the Soviet Union. Yosef was known as the “Prisoner of Zion.” Finally, in 1981, Yosef was allowed to immigrate to Israel. He became a rabbi and popular public speaker, and wrote a best-selling memoir called Unbroken Spirit. He said, “I wrote my book to show how, with the help of Hashem (God), it is possible for even an assimilated Jewish boy living in Soviet Russia to find his Jewish neshamah (soul). It is my hope that the next generation of Jews will read the book and think, ‘If a simple Jew like Yosef Mendelevitch could do it, I can too.'”

For maintaining his faith in God despite religious persecution, and for inspiring Jews around the world, we honor Rabbi Yosef Mendelevitch as this week’s Thursday Hero.

#Thursday Hero

[hoestories]

28F

Sometimes when I’m so horny I masturbate in public places and completely forget that I can be caught. So far my 3 top weird places I’ve masturbated was a toilet at my office (forgot to close the door), an underground parking lot (I wasn’t in the car) and the basement in my building complex.

#hoe stories #go hoe or go home #hoe is life #slutty confesions #thank you!

[nobathroombreak]

I know that y’all have been asking for the short Captain for a while so here’s Levi with the bubbly guts! I hope you enjoy :)

It’s common knowledge to Levi that Erwin gets constipated occasionally— though it’s hard to imagine the man sat on the pot, sighing as he realized the huge lumpy log widening his ring isn’t going anywhere without a lot of effort. It’s not common knowledge to Erwin, however, that the poor Captain is prone to an upset tummy. Living in the underground his whole life means that Levi’s stomach never fully got used to the hearty meals they serve officers. Even meager rations give him a bad case of gas and usually has him either letting slip a couple foul farts while on his horse, a disgusted look on his face from the stink he’s making, or holding it in all day till he’s alone in his quarters, free to blast away in private. Of course, Erwin isn’t aware of this when he invites Levi to a nice dinner of lamb chops and fine wine, a respectable, very filling dinner. Levi’s ready to explode by the time he’s done. His stomach is churning with a mushy poo and he still has a whole day ahead of him of babysitting brats. During drills with his squad, he’s even more snappish than usual; his squad all take turns trying to guess what’s worrying the Captain. They watch him sweat, sitting straight-backed on a barrel with a martyed face, perky butt clenched against a flood of diarrhea. Bad pre-diarrhea farts have begun to slip out from his rump, annoying the man to no end; he’s mortified at his own lack of control.

“Maybe his date with Commander Erwin went badly,” Jean suggests.

“Nah, he’s hungry! I know the face!” Sasha says.

“He’s disappointed in us. We need to be working harder,” Eren says, about to cry.

Mikasa, surprisingly, stays silent. She thinks she knows what ails the poor tiny Captain after turning a corner and hearing a wet sputtery fart shoot out from him the moment he relaxed. He had sighed quietly, the back of his neck heating up red as his toot lightened his belly. She had immediately retreated, probably the only one with the skills to escape undetected. For once, she feels solidarity with Levi, hoping he manages to get to a shitter before something unfortunate happens. After training, thankfully, that’s just what happens. Strutting stiffly, ready to explode, Levi gets out of the public eye and into his private quarter’s bathroom, immediately abandoning his air of poise as three rumbling farts dampen his white briefs. He shimmies around, cursing like a true Ackerman as his belt fights him. He finally gets his trousers and undies down and plunks his pale butt down on the seat, gassy diarrhea pouring out of him like a bucket full of mud. Urgent farts blast the wooden basin with more poo and Levi groans, gripping his cramping tummy. His toes squeeze in his boots as his full bottom dumps out a day’s worth of mushy shit. Bent double on the toilet, blasting out pure mush, Levi vows to decline Erwin’s generous offers in the future (this never happens my man is smitten).

[mostlysignssomeportents]

This day in history

I'll be in Stratford, Ontario, appearing onstage with Vass Bednar as part of the CBC IDEAS Festival. I'm also doing an afternoon session for middle-schoolers at the Stratford Public Library.

#15yrsago The Manuscript: a technothriller written by someone who understands technology https://memex.craphound.com/2008/11/14/the-manuscript-a-technothriller-written-by-someone-who-understands-technology/

#10yrsago UK Conservative party tries to send all official speeches down the memory hole https://www.computerweekly.com/blog/Public-Sector-IT/Conservatives-erase-Internet-history

#10yrsago TSA blows a billion bucks on unscientific “behavioral detection” program, reinvents phrenology https://arstechnica.com/tech-policy/2013/11/despite-lack-of-science-tsa-spent-millions-on-behavioral-detection-officers/

#10yrsago Renault ships a brickable car with battery DRM that you’re not allowed to own https://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2013/11/drm-cars-will-drive-consumers-crazy

#10yrsago Punk Freedom of Information Access ninja learns how to beat FBI obfuscation, so they shut him out https://www.motherjones.com/politics/2013/11/foia-ryan-shapiro-fbi-files-lawsuit/

#10yrsago Massive 1978 Las Vegas fallout shelter https://www.cultofweird.com/architecture/underground-home-las-vegas/

#10yrsago TPP’s worst evil: making all future copyright reform impossible https://www.techdirt.com/2013/11/14/most-nefarious-part-tpp-proposal-making-copyright-reform-impossible/

#10yrsago Rob Ford: $170K/year, 11-3 working day https://www.joeydevilla.com/2013/11/14/one-thing-to-remember-during-this-whole-toronto-mayoral-kerfuffle/

#10yrsago Rob Ford articulates official mayoral cunnilingus policy https://www.joeydevilla.com/2013/11/14/rob-ford-will-ahem-go-down-in-history-with-this-quote/

#10yrsago Toronto council turns their back to Rob Ford every time he speaks https://www.motherjones.com/politics/2018/11/the-acting-attorney-general-helped-an-alleged-scam-company-hawk-bizarre-products/

#5yrsago Trump’s Acting Attorney General was an active participant in a scam company that marketed “masculine toilets” https://www.motherjones.com/politics/2018/11/the-acting-attorney-general-helped-an-alleged-scam-company-hawk-bizarre-products/

#5yrsago The Florida of ballot-design mistakes is… https://freedom-to-tinker.com/2018/11/14/florida-is-the-florida-of-ballot-design-mistakes/

#5yrsago “Privacy Not Included”: Mozilla’s guide to insecure, surveillant gadgets to avoid https://foundation.mozilla.org/en/privacynotincluded/

#5yrsago Alex Jones blames “leftist stay-behind networks in US intelligence agencies” for malware on his site https://www.zdnet.com/article/card-skimming-malware-removed-from-infowars-online-store/

#5yrsago Coalition of small cable operators calls for antitrust investigation into Comcast (Trump agrees) https://www.theverge.com/2018/11/12/18088846/comcast-nbcuniversal-american-cable-doj-antitrust-investigation-letter-trump-tweet

#5yrsago Nigerian telco says it accidentally routed Google traffic through China https://www.reuters.com/article/us-alphabet-disruption/nigerian-firm-takes-blame-for-routing-google-traffic-through-china-idUSKCN1NI2D9

#5yrsago 70 of the world’s leading human rights groups ask Mark Zuckerberg to create due process for censored content https://santaclaraprinciples.org/open-letter/

#5yrsago Apple’s world-beating financial engineering is teaching the corporate world how to exploit Trump’s tax cuts https://www.ineteconomics.org/perspectives/blog/apples-capital-return-program-where-are-the-patient-capitalists

#5yrsago Researchers keep finding Spectre-style bugs in processors https://arstechnica.com/gadgets/2018/11/spectre-meltdown-researchers-unveil-7-more-speculative-execution-attacks/

#1yrago Even if you're paying for the product, you're still the product https://pluralistic.net/2022/11/14/luxury-surveillance/#liar-liar

#pluralistic

[anniekoh]

I read these two books back to back, an unplanned diptych on agriculture and impending drought, one set in the Great Plains of the U.S. and the other in the grasslands (I am suspect this is the wrong term but I am in a rush to close out this post) of Australia. I think about soil more frequently than one might suspect for someone who lives in an apartment without access to any dirt beyond a few pots. I also think about composting toilets ALL THE TIME (see the managing manure book linked below the other book descriptions).

I really loved the Bessire book, I've checked it out as an ebook and an audiobook from the public library. But there is a story from Chapter 3 of the Massy book that has lingered for weeks now. It is a story in the archives, from a 19th century sheep farmer in Australia who lamented that the great grassland sheep station he had taken over in 1840 had deteriorated to barren ruts by 1853. The farmer sold the land and moved away. In thirteen years, extractivism had stripped the earth. Later in the book, Massy writes about landscape dyslexia, how most of we can no longer read the land. I wonder about those first settlers, marveling at the fertility of the land, and how badly they misread the landscape.

Running Out: In Search of Water on the High Plains by Lucas Bessire (2021)

The Ogallala aquifer has nourished life on the American Great Plains for millennia. But less than a century of unsustainable irrigation farming has taxed much of the aquifer beyond repair. The imminent depletion of the Ogallala and other aquifers around the world is a defining planetary crisis of our times. Running Out offers a uniquely personal account of aquifer depletion and the deeper layers through which it gains meaning and force. Anthropologist Lucas Bessire journeyed back to western Kansas, where five generations of his family lived as irrigation farmers and ranchers, to try to make sense of this vital resource and its loss. His search for water across the drying High Plains brings the reader face to face with the stark realities of industrial agriculture, eroding democratic norms, and surreal interpretations of a looming disaster. Yet the destination is far from predictable, as the book seeks to move beyond the words and genres through which destruction is often known. Instead, this journey into the morass of eradication offers a series of unexpected discoveries about what it means to inherit the troubled legacies of the past and how we can take responsibility for a more inclusive, sustainable future. An urgent and unsettling meditation on environmental change, Running Out is a revelatory account of family, complicity, loss, and what it means to find your way back home.

Call of the Reed Warbler: A New Agriculture, A New Earth by Charles Massy (2017): 

In Call of the Reed Warbler, Charles Massy explores regenerative agriculture and the vital connection between our soil and our health. It is the story of how a grassroots revolution—a true underground insurgency—can save the planet, help reduce and reverse climate change, and build healthy people and healthy communities, pivoting significantly on our relationship with growing and consuming food. Using his personal experience as a touchstone—from an unknowing, chemical-using farmer with dead soils to a radical ecologist farmer carefully regenerating a 2000-hectare property to a state of natural health—Massy tells the real story behind industrial agriculture and the global profit-obsessed corporations driving it. With evocative stories, he shows how other innovative and courageous farmers are finding a new way. At stake is not only a revolution in human health and in our communities, but the very survival of the planet. For farmers, backyard gardeners, food buyers, health workers, policy makers, and public leaders alike, Call of the Reed Warbler offers a tangible path forward and a powerful and moving paean of hope.

Holy Shit: Managing Manure to Save Mankind by Gene Logsdon (2010).

A review: "He begins by lamenting a modern society that not only throws away both animal and human manure, worth billions of dollars in fertilizer value, but that spends a staggering amount of money to do so. This wastefulness makes even less sense as the supply of mined or chemically synthesized fertilizers dwindles and their cost skyrockets. In fact, he argues, if we do not learn how to turn our manures into fertilizer to keep food production in line with the increasing population, our civilization, like so many that went before it, will inevitably decline."

#to read #agriculture #drought

[pissbuddys]

omo questionnare thing for m0rgott

general / casual (regular everyday peeing behavior lol)

1. What’s their preferred place to pee? (bathroom, outside, container…etc.)

In his own quarters of course, he will pee outside if he has to but he won’t enjoy it, he prefers somewhere were he can be absolutely alone or with someone he trusts

2. Do they prefer to pee standing up or sitting / squatting? At home or in public?

Just standing at home but I do like the thought of him sometimes sitting or squatting is his legs go weak

3. Can they aim well (or at all)? Which hand do they use? Both? None?

this is a fun question cause I haven’t really thought abt it but i think it’s cute if he never really had to aim when living underground cause him and m0hg would just go in like a corner somewhere so when he finally has his own place in the capital he find aiming a bit hard and ends up getting pee on the floor and he’s really embarrassed by this because he thinks it makes him seem beastly so he trains himself very hard to aim right   

4. Are they vocal or quiet? Do they get chatty if there are people around?

he tries his best to be very quiet but the occasional moan or gasp slips out 

5. Do they have any unusual bathroom habits? (whistling, leaning against the wall, pants all the way down when standing, looking at memes on their phone, etc.)

he closes his eyes cause he doesn’t like looking at it, if he’s with someone he trusts he likes being around them and maybe holding their hand or wrapping his tail around them just to feel them 

6. Do they take their time or do they try to get done as quickly as possible?

as quickly as possible, but he pees a lot 

7. Are they pee-shy? Do they get embarrassed? If yes, in what situation and by what? (the sight? the noise? people knowing they have bodily functions?) In front of whom?

he is very pee-shy, and will lock up easily

8. Do they prefer to go in groups or do they want to be alone / need privacy.

he needs to be alone or with someone he really trusts

9. If they use the men’s room, stall or urinal? Do they stick to the unwritten bathroom etiquette? (no talking, no looking over, leaving a urinal gap, etc.)

he won’t use a public toilet if he can help it, if by some miracle he does and is able to go he will make himself look as small and hidden as possible, he does not want to attract attention, but it’s hard for him to not to

10. Do they refuse to use certain bathrooms? (too dirty, too crowded, wrong type of toilets?) 

he only likes using his own private bathrooms, he will only try another toilet if it is an absolute emergency 

11. Have they ever peed in the pool (except as a baby)? On purpose or not?

he would never

12. Do they pee in the shower / bath and would they admit it if someone asked?

he would never admit it but he would go in the shower if the situation was right and he really had to go, the warm water relaxes him, he would never do so if bathing with someone else however (at least not on purpose >:))

13. Have they ever locked someone out of a bathroom / kept them from going?

no, i can’t see him doing that at least not on purpose

14. Have they ever peed in the opposite gender bathroom? (if applicable)

once again not something i can see him doing  

15. Are they okay with or used to peeing outside? Do they do it often?

he has to do it often but he doesn’t enjoy it, makes him feel too exposed

desperation / wetting (yk, the actual omo stuff)

16. How do they say “I have to pee”? Are they blunt? Do they use weird euphemisms? Do they get offended if someone uses certain terms around them?

he keeps it to himself for the longest time, only telling people when it’s an absolute emergency, unless he trusts you he’s very discreet about it

17. What are some “tells” that they have to go? Who can tell first if they don’t speak up?

Get’s quieter, more anxious and touchy, tail jerks around, a certain t4rnished can sense it more than anyone else

18. If someone asks if they have to go and they do, do they admit or deny it? Do they play it down as much as they can or do they exaggerate on purpose?

only admits it if it’s someone he especially trusts

19. How do they act when they’re desperate? Do they get angry? Do they squirm a lot or do they freeze up? Do they get quieter or do they talk more than usual?

he gets quieter with high anxiety

20. How do they act when someone else is desperate in their vicinity? Do they try to help them? Are they successful or do they accidentally make it worse?

he get’s very bad second hand embarrassment and get’s worried for them, if they’re someone he likes he will try to whisk you away, not wanting you to disgrace yourself

21. How do they like to be treated when they have to go? Do they want comfort / encouragement / coddling? Are they okay with light-hearted teasing or jokes?

it makes him very anxious so it’s appreciative if you stay calm to help keep him calm, a lot of coddling might make it worse but he appreciates small things like hand holding or back rubs

22. The same as the three questions above but with accidents (bedwetting too).

1. he will freeze up if he has an accident, he will glue himself to one place and shut his eyes, tries to pretend that it isn’t happening, if he has an accident in front of someone he really does not want to have an accident in front of he will shut himself in his quarters and try to avoid them for the next week or so

2. How do they act when someone else has an accident/wets the bed in their vicinity? Do they try to help them? Are they successful or do they accidentally make it worse?

once again he gets that second hand embarrassment, but if they’re upset he’ll be understand and comfort them if it’s someone he’s close with, he understands how taxing accidents can be, if they’re uncaring he might be a little upset for them because why aren’t they upset about it? 

3. How do they like to be treated when they have an accident/wake up wet? Do they want comfort / encouragement / coddling? Are they okay with light-hearted teasing or jokes?

They would like for you to be calm and understanding, he might break down a bit and let out tears because he doesn’t let himself be upset or show emotion often so it might be “the breaking point” for him. He doesn’t want to you to be overbearing but he appreciates some company and cuddling 

23. Do they get upset or embarrassed over an accident or do they shrug it off?  

he get’s pretty upset, he prides himself on letting everyone know he’s a strong lord that can hold his own, he thinks that someone like him should not have accidents 

24. What’s the last time they had a genuine full-on accident? How old were they?

Idk how to answer this one because it really depends on how i’m feeling when putting together various fantasies on when they have accidents lol.

25. Have they ever wet themself deliberately? Would they consider doing it?

he hasn’t, he’s not into it and since he doesn’t like having accidents it’d take some convincing from his partner for him to do it if that’s something theyre into 

26. Do they tend to wait too long or do they go when they feel the urge for the first time?

he is very bladdershy so he tends to wait too long against his will

27. Do they have a weak / small or strong / big bladder?

he has a big bladder which is probably for the best since he is bladdershy it is regularly abused

28. What helps them cope when they have to go but can’t? What makes it worse?

he fiddles with his cloak and sometimes tail if it’s in reach, if he’s with a trusted partner he doesn’t mind having his hand held and being talked to to distract him. being around large crowds of people makes it worse because he knows he will not be able to go if he tries

29. Is there any type of drink (or food) that goes right through them?

any kind of alcohol so he doesn’t drink often unless he’s in some kind of event where he’s expected to

30. Do they wake up to pee at night or do they sleep through? Do they ever wake up desperate or in the middle of an accident? Do they have pee dreams?

he has a pretty strong bladder so not usually, if he were to wet the bed it would probably be because he was sick or having a nightmare

31. Do they ever pee in odd places / in public? What’s the weirdest place they’ve ever peed in? Were they drunk / on meds, sleepwalking, super desperate, etc.?

He usually can’t so his weirdest places aren’t that weird, usually like just outdoors or in the corners of the sewer when he was young

32. What’s the most desperate they’ve ever gotten past childhood and did they make it?

because of his bladdershyness and always waiting to go at his own place he has close calls very often, i like to think maybe he’s had an accident or two at the door 

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medical / childhood stuff (feel free to skip this ofc)

33. At what age were they potty trained? Were they ever potty-trained? (lol, I hope)

M4rika and G0dfrey weren’t the best parents but they at least potty-trained him and M0hg before being dumped underground. 

34. Same question as above but with bedwetting. When did they stop? Do they have one-off accidents in specific situations? (alcohol, nightmares, deep sleep?)

He would only have an accident if he was sick or injured, if we were injured he’s probably be anxious about asking for help which might add to the possibility of him going to sleep full and wetting himself 

35. Were they accident-prone as a kid? Are they still like that or did it get better with age?

not really accident prone but he still had some anxiety about peeing even as a young age (although it got worse when he made the move above ground) him and m0hg would work together to set aside secret areas underground they could use to relieve themselves where no one would find them

36. Do they wear protection or did they wear it in the past? (past baby/toddler-age)

guys did they even have diapers back then i mean probably but 

37. Do they have any medical issues that make them have to pee more / have frequent accidents? If yes, how do they deal with them? Do they take meds?

just bladdershyness and anxiety in general

38. Does anyone know about said issues? Do they talk about them openly or not? (out of embarrassment? fear of bad reactions? because no one ever asks?)

only m0hg and his partner if you like to think about him having one, he’s not open about it

39. Do they have some trauma related to omo (being mocked / scolded / yelled at for an accident, bullying, weird / scary encounters in public bathrooms, etc.)

general trauma from being a species that is generally hated has affected him a bit and it makes him a bit more nervous about having accidents in case people look down on him 

40. Did they ever have an accident or extremely close call while sick?

he would possibly if he was sick or injured

#omorashi #fandomo #this took longer then i thought it would

[kleefkruid]

If it hasn't been majorly renovated you can really guess the age of a European house by the amount of cursed rooms and oddities.

For instance, since a lot of the houses are older than the invention of the modern bathroom(1950s), they're literally squeezed in. They come in all kinds of diagonal shapes. My bathroom is a hallway with all appliances set in a row. You have to go past my toilet to get to both my bedroom an the balcony. If there are visitors on the balcony and you have to pee you have to excuse yourself and lock them out for a minute. I know several other people with balconies on their bathroom.

But the shenanigans don't end there. My mums old appartment was a house turned appartment and I had to cross the public hallway to get to my bedroom. In my mums house now the bathroom is between groundlevel and the first floor bc it's build on top of the cellar which is only 50% underground. The bathroom has a window with shutters that doesn't look outside anymore bc a sun room was build against it. Let's not forget all the deserted fire places.

A ton of pubs and public buildings in the inner city have gender neutral toilets bc they could only squeeze in one toilet and maybe a tiny urinial. We recently befriended a neighboring couple on a balcony and visited them by just climbing over bc the space between the houses was so small that the balconies almost touched each other.

#europe #belgium #europosting #belgiumposting #interior design

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Can I have a very awkward moment where skeletons who don't like Frisk/Chara suddenly finds themselves face to face with them in a grocery shop?

To where the skeletons are in their relationships with Frisk/Chara, it's here! Some of them are missing though.

Undertale Sans - It depends. If it's Frisk, they will probably mostly ignore each other, or politely say hi to each other and go in different ways. If it's Chara, Sans can't refrain himself for saying "uh, if you're looking for the butcher's, maybe you should go back Underground, you should find what you search" and Chara immediately flipping their bird at him. That's just how they are...

Horrortale Sans - He immediately freezes and lets go a very agressive growl. If Frisk is clever, they will turn around and get the fuck out of here as fast as they can. They know he doesn't mess around. It took months of therapy for Sans to resist the urge to find them and kill them and he still has difficulties to not let his intincts kick in.

Horrortale Papyrus - He ignores them and keeps going, not even looking their way. Frisk doesn't exist anymore for him and he counts things to stay this way. They know he doesn't want to interract anymore.

Horrorfell Sans - He gives them a huge shoulder bump to make them fall on the ground and keeps walking without a look their way. A gentle warning that if he tries to interract, he's not going to hold back.

Horrorfell Papyrus - It takes a while to recognizes them, but as soon as he does, his eyes widens in fear and he starts to hyperventilates. Chief is having a bad panic attack, because Undyne and her army beat him up for weeks to force him to tell where they were. Chief still has PTSD because of that, and he can feel the crisis coming. His service dog immediately put his head on his leg and forces him to get down his wheelchair and sits of the floor. Frisk is concerned and tries to go to him to help, but quickly notices it makes things worse and leaves. Chief hugs his dogs until his soul stops beating at an erratic pace. He then calls Copper to pick him up. It's enough time outside for today.

Horrorswap Sans - He turns around immediately to avoid them. He doesn't want conflict and he doesn't want to see their face. He's mad the rest of the grocery trip. It killed the mood.

Horrorswap Papyrus - His sockets goes black and a huge blaster appears behind him. Without a warning, he shoots Chara in the chest, before going back to himself and looking at his hands, terrified of what he just done. Alphys tortured him and conditionned him to hate Chara and kill them on sight. He just acted like the good robot he is. Unfortunately, it's too late to back down now. Everyone is screaming and trying to save Chara, while he is just standing there, in shock, not understanding what he just did. He doesn't resist when the police comes to arrest him. He's too in shock to react at all.

Swapfell Sans - They are SO lucky they're in a public space. Chara knows it too. She simply smiles at him, clearly taunting him and gently stroke him with their body as they know they are totally dominating the situation. Nox has his hands clenched on the kart and he's breathing heavily. It takes all he has right now to not just turn around and shoot them right between the eyes. He goes some long minutes to hide in the toilets to calm down because of how angry and furious he is.

Swapfell Papyrus - He tries to ignore Chara so badly. He doesn't want to fight, not today, but Chara has other plans. "Look at you, doing a grocery trip all alone for your little tyran. Good dog, Rus. At least you're not crying on the floor like a pathetic and worthless idiot anymore. What an improvement. Or is it all a facade?" Rus is shaking, tense and on the verge of crying. He knows he is not their prisonner anymore, they can't do anything to him. But then why is he shaking like this? He is terrified. Chara chuckles and leaves. He runs to a peaceful corner and bursts in tears, not even knowing why. He immediately calls Nox and tells him everything. No more secret. He doesn't want to hide this to his brother again. Nox is NOT happy. But eh, big mistake. You're still in the shop and there's only one exit. He will pay you a nice visit.

Disbelief Papyrus - He gives them a look of pure disgust and hatred and keeps walking. Silence is the best answer to murderers. Delta could never forgive them for what they did to Sans. He feels quite proud he didn't antagonize them though. A few months ago, he would had try, definitely. He's getting better and better at this. He will be fine. He can move on. He knows it.

Dustale Sans - He hisses at them. It's enough to make them turn around and leave. Frisk doesn't want to see him ever again. They had enough trauma of the time he killed them again and again for weeks. Dune simply chuckles as they cowered away. Good. His lesson still works.

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