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findingnemosworld · 7 months

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𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐨 - 𝐤𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐬

• 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐦𝐞.

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭.

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠:, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐢 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧, 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐟𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐤𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐱!!!

They stumble into his hallway, he shuts the door with his hand before slamming her up against the wall - his lips brushing hers in the softest manner while his hands contrasted his lips, roaming and squeezing every inch of her one of his hands slipped under her skirt, his hands caressed her inner thighs until they brushed up against her clothed pussy inciting a soft moan to erupt from her lips, " Are you sure? " he whispers, pecking her lips.

She licked her lips, visibly swallowing the lump in her throat before murmuring a soft, " Yes "

That was all the reassurance he needed, one hand rests on her neck while the other gently tugs her panties down, a singular digit strokes her clit, inciting yet another moan from her – he smiled then whispered, " You’re soaked baby "

It was a grave mistake.

And yet he proposed an offer that she simply could not resist, the kind that had made her forget entirely what had transpired a few hours earlier, the ugly argument that lead her to choosing to go home with him. Her eyes darkened, pupils dilated with an unprecedented amount of lust. " Kostas " his name escapes her lips in the form of a soft whisper.

" What is it angel? " He responds, tilting his head to press featherlight kisses across her jawline, smiling when he heard her whimper.

Her eyes flutter shut, heartbeat thumping at a rapid pace - she blinks twice before uttering the two words to kickstart the night for them, " Fuck Me "

He smiles softly, " I thought you’d never ask "

He hoists her up in his arms, leading her to his bedroom – he places her down on the bed, his hand reaches over to unzip the dress, his digits hook under the straps to loosen the material down until it pooled around her legs, he then reaches over to unhook her bra, then he discards it to the side before kneeling down to tug her panties down to remove them, he looks up at her and smiles with a teasing glint in his eyes. " Last chance to walk out of this baby "

Her digits thread through his hair and tug on the ends inciting a strangled moan from him, her lips curve into a smile, " I’m not walking out of this anytime soon "

He lifts her up, causing her to giggle - he throws her onto the bed, and hastily undresses himself before climbing up on top of her, he dips his head in to capture her lips into a searing kiss while his hands caressed every inch of her body, her arms wrapped around his neck, one hand is buried into his hair while the other caressed his back.

His head soon tilts down to press more kisses across her jawline all the way to the skin of her collarbone - her lips parted, releasing soft whimpers. " Kostas "

He groans in response, " I know baby " he gently parts her legs, using his free hand to stroke his cock a few times before gently pushing the tip into her slick walls, he sighs softly. " Oh baby "

She gasps, her back arching off the bed. " Kos, please " she whines softly.

Her legs part instantly for him the minute his hands caress her thighs, granting him a better angle to lesiurely begin thrusting in and out of her slick walls, " Your pussy feels so good " he murmurs, his eyelids fluttered shut, brows knitted; his complete focus was shifted on towards ensuring that she felt good.

" Kos, don’t stop … just like that – OH FUCK " She cried, her eyes brimming with tears. " Oh my god "

" You like it baby? you like it when I’m fucking you like this " He cooed, nuzzling his face in her neck. " I told you, I could fuck you better than he ever can "

" You’re so much better " She whispers, tears stain her cheeks before she adds, " so much better "

His thrusts grow sloppy, breathless groans escape his lips, " Shit, baby I’m going to cum, you think you can let me cum inside your slick and inviting pussy? "

" Please, please " She cries, clinging onto him.

" Let’s cum together baby " His lips pepper soft kisses on her neck, his breaths labored as he adds on.

A few more strokes, and she cried - her eyes blurred by the intense pleasure that intensified upon feeling his cock twitch, spilling entirely inside of her, he then collapses on top of her to gather whatever’s left of his energy before he lifts his head up, and pecks her lips. " Leave him " he whispers.

Her eyes softened, " Huh? "

" I’m serious baby, he doesn’t deserve you " He shakes his head, pressing another kiss to her lips. " I can treat you better, give you everything you want "

She smiled, " Do you mean that? "

He mirrors her smile, " You’re my angel baby, I’ve never been more sure of anything "

#kostas tsimikas #kostas tsimikas imagine #kostas tsimikas fanfiction #kostas tsimikas one shot #kostas tsimikas smut

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moonfallenmyths · 11 months

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Mandatory pinned post

Ayo new comic blog, I’ll edit this later with more

Welcome to Moonfallen Myths! This blog is run by @dakodraggo and was created for the webcomic in-progress with the same name as this blog. Mod uses any pronouns except he/she, and uses they/them and occasionally it/its to refer to themself. Please ask before using neopronouns.

Trigger warnings below, please block these tags at your lesiure

TW FOR:

Eyestrain (will be tagged as tw eyestrain)

Death (Will be tagged as tw death)

Mafia, crime, and mafioso (Will be tagged as galactic-mafia)

Fictional drugs (Will be tagged as tw drugs)

Sci-fi guns and weapons (Will be tagged as tw weapons)

Racism towards a particular alien species (Will be tagged as tw speciesism)

This webcomic will have swearing. I do not tag that or strong language. Any pages with fictional slurs will be tagged under tw speciesism. No real slurs will be used.

I do not support my villain characters’ actions, especially not Kr’thux.

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chronomally · 2 years

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Can't help but feel like the plan Scorpion King suggested was actually a test and Zhao Jing failed

#please feel free to ignore this #I'm watching Word of Honor #Scorpion King: Here is a plan in which I am a pawn for you to use or discard at your lesiure are you okay with this #Zhao Jing: Yes #Scorpion King: Oh.#He keeps like trying to differentiate himself and his situation from what happened with Tragicomic Ghost or Li Yao #You are all the same you are all nothing Zhao Jing will step on all your corpses to reach the next rung on the ladder #He will build a mountain of bodies to help him climb to the top and only shed a tear if someone demands it of him

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lemon-boy-stan · 3 years

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reaction/scenario - lesiure shopping with bts as your boyfriends

SEOKJIN -

Jin loves to go shopping with you. It's funny, because although he hates grocery shopping (even though he cooks) he loves picking makeup and clothes for you (and is really good at it because he used to be a model and I feel he's just generally interested in these things.) even though he thinks you don't need makeup,,, lol. He'd talk to himself like, "ah, yes, that looks good on Jagi...."

NAMJOON -

As much as I love and want to marry this kid, please, never take him shopping.

There's a reason he has makeup artists to do his makeup for him and designers to pick his outfits.

He's fine with grocery shopping, he loves it.

However, leisure shopping (and especially for makeup) is a big NO-NO.

As much as Joon loves you, he will not go near a makeup store. He doesn't actually mind looking and choosing makeup for you online, but he will never place a FOOT inside a place like Boniik (something like Sephora) because of the people.

Because you're the spokesgirl of BTS you're in a lot of makeup ads, have your own brand, and your face can be found anywhere in one of those places, even in international stores in other countries.

It makes him anxious, the squeals. ARMY is different. He just... you'll have to take someone else.

JIMIN -

In all honesty, Jimin wouldn't go window shopping for the life of him, even if he was drawn for the Hunger Games.

He'll go as far as kicking and screaming or even threatening to break up with you if you ever dare to suggest taking him inside Benoiik.

He's "too boyish" for that and although you strongly disagree you love him too much to argue so you give in.

TAEHYUNG -

Taehyung actually enjoys clothes shopping with you.

He loves to see you try clothes and find other sizes, he thinks it's cute when you scramble around to find items on sale.

He'll even go op-shopping (thrift-shopping) with you. He thinks that's the most fun.

Plus, he gets the satisfaction of people seeing him there and him seeing you trying on clothes ;)

YOONGI -

Min Yoongi, going out of the house. To shop. With his girlfriend? Please.

JUNGKOOK -

Jungkook? Shopping? Imma have to go with a straight, yeah, nah, mate (right here from the green and gold!).

But he is a good ride and pick-up.

HOBI -

Hoseok is the most fun to go shopping with. Not only will he give you advice, he'll join in, too.

The two of you will be gone for only an hour and a half and you'll both come back with a bunch of paper designer makeup and clothes bags.

Shopping with Hoseok is regular and easily becomes one of the best couple traditions.

bts masterlist - requests open!

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missputotyra · 3 years

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Monster boy Encyclopedia- MDZS- Gusu Lan 1

“Welcome to Gusu Lan I assure you there is nothing wrong , I just don’t think humans and non-monsters can handle what the Cloud Recesses has become all at one .Please take this Stone and experience our true home at your lesiure . - Lan Xichen , Current leader of Gusu Lan.

- So Gusu Lan’s main base The cloud recesses is an Eldricht Demon realm . Which is why Xichen has filter over it for someone who is a good Cultivator like him it’s pretty easy to look at Gusu Lan in its full warped Eldricht Beauty with out going insane .

- They have a lot of Harpys and Were rabbits around the

- this dose Bring Concerns about about Sizhui the only human there who sees the true Cloud Rescesses everyday and is still sane . There are. Many theories that people have which includes Him actaully having a personal Filter , him being adopted at an age were he could adapt to it and the most ridiculous being Sizhui being a higher Eldricht Being hiding using Sizhui’s body as a way To manifest itself.

- Kamen Riders , Lilim and Patron Librarian also seem to be able to by pass the Filters on Cloud Recesses and not go insane.

- the Realm is described as A visual depiction of Music the Fauna is often as Living Lyrics, notes that’s Fly ,walk like normal creatures and the Scales move like snakes across the Sky and thier are constant beautiful mesmerizing voices singing the music of Gusu Lan

- but inside there a grating dissonance takes over the Mind of those unprepare for Gusu Lans True beauty. You’ll want to stay there forever and Turn into one of them an You’ll become a Slug , a Shoggoth , An Eldricht priest Or Very rarely a Mindflayer

- Shoggoth and mindflayer seemingly lose thier natural Pigment and turn white and Blue when joining the Sect. Shoggoth also lost thier Butler like devotion for a more familial devotion

- Though many of these Shoggoth were abandoned by thier masters to dry out on the mountain and thus felt betrayed

” what about these Slugs . Well the Slugs were originally Human members of Gusu Lan.”

Xichen seemed to change hes serene Tone for a more Melancholy one looking at one spefic Slug person with two Juniors one was a Slug like Him and other completely human . The Slug Junior seemed to have done something wrong as he was being pulled the older slug .

“Who was that you asked ? Hes my Younger brother Wangji…. I mean Lan Zhan .Wangji is a courtesy name.”

- Wen wanted to Assert Dominance . Basically in an Archery match the sects have every year in Wen sect no body from Wen sect came in the top 4 Lan Wangji came in 4th despite throwing the competion halfway ,He's brother Xichen came in second ,Jin Zixaun was third and in first was JC's Adopted Brother Wei Wuxian . This made Wen worry

- The first thing that Wen did was attack the cloud recesses of Gusu Lan .However Wen didn't just stop at forcing them to burn the place down not they did something worse after they had burned the Cloud recesses they then release a Large amount of Parasitic Slugs on the poor sect and since thier Home was burned they had no where to go , since Wangji 's Leg was broken and everyone left to run Wangji was infected more severely than most of the sect .

- However Lan sect was Surprisingly resistance. to Changes these Parasitic were making to thier bodies and Lasted a long while until Xichen came back with allies .Where Qiren inform him of the state Gusu Lan was in , If the slugs weren't removed they'd all sex addicted feral frankly ugly eldritch Slug creatures known as Deformers and says some have already transformed and left the sect in search of what ever unfortunate partner they can get thier hands on.

- Luckily, the Order of the Chief god heard the Plight of the sects fighting against Wen's sect and thier healer/doctors could help them . Not really ...the order of the chief god are kinda horrible people when it comes to monsters including the Chief god himself and When Xichen asks for help removing parasitic monsterizating slugs from members of his sect most healers/ Doctors from the order turned him down saying Gusu Lan was a lost cause and Xichen couldn't get help from healer's or doctors from the area even with help of Jin Guangyao and Nie Mingjue asking around when they weren't fighting no one would take the Job as it would require a skilled surgeon and Gusu Lan's resitiance to the change was dwiddling .

- Xichen started to notice that his own brother would sometimes attack him in a brief feral Lust fuel rages before snapping out it as if Wangji couldn't discern Xichen as his brother .

- Xichen was getting desperate he didn't want anymore of his Sect to become these feral minded sex fuel Monsters that barely any remembered who they were. Even if they did win the Sunshot campaign , Wen would still have the last laugh .Xichen even consider infecting himself with the slugs so that he'd aleast be able suffer with his sect in thier final moments of being human and being capable of having rational thought .Even though Jin Guangyao and Mingjue protested him doing this they both knew thier was no point Xichen was going to go down with his ship . “That was until a strange man who was eating cake at the other table put down his fork he seemed to have be from Zipangu“ Xichen countined his Story ”however Mingjue got more defensive when he saw the strange belt around his waist the man was a Masked Rider one the orders many Hero's several of whom help us out in the fights against Wen. “

- However this rider stated that he meant no harm as he hand over heard Xichen's plight about the parasitic slugs and give the men the hard truth ,The order doesn't operate on people with these Parasitic slugs inside them because Removing doesn't prevent people from becoming monsters.But it dose save thier ability to think rationally though they become an entirely different monster from a deformer .

- The rider then said He'd offer to help as he's known through the order as being a Master surgeon able operate on any organ. Xichen accepted his offer with tears of joy and hope it wasn't to late to save his brother and Uncle .

The Rider called his two female assistances over and told them they were headed to Gusu lan's Section of the battle field and then to the cloud recesses itself

- The Cloud Recesses now regard this rider and his assistances as a hero who selflessly put themselves on a the order's chopping block as they resisted the order commands not to help them .

” The Rider told me to call him Brave as to not give The order any reason to attack Gusu Lan .” Xichen snapped out his Reminescening when you ask a question “ What are the Slug people called now well Beforers .”

Beforers

- Beforers and Deformer are a Type of Eldricht Slug monster That was an Idea that me and a friend came up with during her Recent Star Wars obsession . I expanded upon Cloud Recesses and Beforers After taking a look at Junji Itos Uzamaki you know the story where people turn into snails and spirals .

. - yes Gusu Lan being Eldricht beings is inspired by the Eldritch Lan Au I personally found it on@angstymdzsthoughts

- Anyways beforer just like Other Eldritch monsters are Weird . Beforers and Deformers are classified as Tritionia subspecies as they look like Sea slug though thier body structure mimic The struture of blue Dragon sea slugs( though they often are seen with legs ) they can have the Look of anything kind of sea slug.

- Deformers come from a Parasite . Deformers are basically Feral Eldritch beasts that basically Attack anyone the see as a potenial Vessels For the slug parasites and Taking them out is A basically only one way to become a Beforer as previous Said Gusu Lans Music can also cause humans to become beforer .

- So Beforer don’t manifest Genitals until they take partners. but they do Birth Asexually little slug creatures That eventually turning into Beforers basically cloning themselves

-Yes Beforers are Hermaphrodites like Normal slugs .

- They a look plumper and Gain Long tentacles like appendage that grow from their lower back that seem to have mind of its own after Taking a partner.

-yes The Tentacles are infact Their Partners dont worry they can change back at will . They do the weird Transformation thing all eldritch monster do.

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“ What Am I ? ” Xichen looked in confusing “ I’m A Kind of Subspecies of the Dark Priest , I guess you could say I’m an Eldritch Priest.

“ A few month Of living in this Realm I start having dreams I was in the water in the deepest Depths of the ocean and a voice saying that I should Join my people and teach them of the Great old ones. ”

Eldritch priest

- a Subspecies of the Dark Priest Who are more connected to the the Great Old one .

-They are more Cultish in behavior than the Dark priest of the Fallen god.

- usually keep doing thier Jobs of recruting people into the great church of Cthulhu even after obtain partners.

- What Eldritch priest transform thier Partner into is Entirely thier Choice Among the Eldritch Monsters .

You notice the strange almost Mint green colored cloak or was it a pale Yellow it was twice as Large as Xichen and it was really dark inside but , Did you see two scary looking yet familar Faces in that cloak . Your suspicions were confirmed by a hand Coming out and stroking Xichens Face it’s had Yellow sleeves so they had to be from Jin .

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Notable individuals In Gusu Lan

Name: Lan Xichen

Species : Eldritch Priest

Notes: He’s smiles all the time and it’s kind of unsettling . Their are often Golden and/or Green Masses attached to Xichen so hes Most likely Taken .

Favorite color: …White I’ll describe it as white

Favorite Types: Caring and tender people

Status: Taken?

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Name: Lan Qiren

Species : Beforer

Notes: He’s Apparently Lan Xichen and Lan Zhans Uncel

Alot people like the “Moustache”

looks more like Chromodoris willani

Favorite color: Navy Blur

Favorite Type: …he hasn’t really thought about that I guess Mature and Gentel

Status : Singel

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Name: Lan Zhan

Species : Beforer

Notes:

He looks so Sad

he Hates the Leader of Yunmeng Jiang with hidden burning Passion and Lan Zhan wrote down he wished that “ The Leader of Yumeng Jiang be put to sleep like the dirty mutt he is.”

Lan Zhan also wonders why BoJian( MDZS oc) is Even friends with Yunmeng Jiang‘s Leader

Likes rabbits

looks like Glaucus Aka Blue Dragon sea slug

Favorite color: Red

Favorite Type: he Drew a picture that looked similar to current Yiling sect leader if he was human . When we mentioned this he immediately tagged along with us to Yiling .

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Name: Lan Jingyi

Species : Beforer

Notes: He was Born a Beforer it’s believed he split from Lan Zhan

We thought He and Sizhui were twins but they arent

sweet kid ,Huge mouth ,forgetful

Looks like Chromodoris elisabethina

Favorite color: Blue

Favorite Type: I don’t know someone like Jin Ling !?

Stautus : I’m not ready to marry yet !! ;-;

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Name:Lan Sizhui

Species : Hes Human

Notes: The only Human Gusu Lan

Lan Zhan says he came from Wen

As Said before This is Strange because He’s only a Junior and hasnt Gone insane for Gusu Lans Beauty

Favorite color: Periwinkle

Favorite Type: I have no idea I guess I follow Jingyi and Say someone like Jin Ling

status: Not ready

#eldritch #eldritch!lan #mo dao zu shi #mdzs #mo dao zhu shi #lan xichen #gusu lan #lan sizhui #lan zhan #lan wangji #kamen rider #kamen rider ex aid #monster boy #monster girl encyclopedia #alternative universe #crossover au #crossover

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greennightspider · 4 years

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Hearts Entwined (Dwalin Oneshot)

Author’s Note: First time writing for the LOTR/HOBBIT fandom so be gentle! Just a bit of Dwalin fluff because he’s mah boy.

Summary: Joining a company of Dwarves you thought that your hair would be the least of your worries. But as it turns out, it matters more than you thought.

Dwalin x Reader

The sun had just crawled over the mountains when Thorin decided it was time to make camp. At his words you and some of the other company fell to your knees in exhaustion, you rolling on your back as you steadied your breathing.

“I feel like my legs are gonna fall off.” Ori whined, as he lay collapsed on the ground beside you, to which you chuckled.

“Don’t you live in mountains?” You turned your head.

“Emphasis on the ‘in’. Its not like we climb up and down these every day.” Bofur groaned.

You could tell who the more battle hardy members were, as more of the older men of the troop stood unfazed. One dwarf in particular looking like he had just gone for a morning jog.

“Aw come on you whippersnappers, you’re fifty years too old to let a leisurely walk like this defeat ya.” Dwalin grinned, poking at your leg with his boot.

“Lesiurely??!” Ori panted.

“Walk??!” You cried.

Your dramatics caused many in the troupe to laugh heartily, which was a much needed mood-lifter after such a long day. Even Thorin the Serious smiled as he passed you by.

“Come on, we’ll make for camp.”

You lay on the ground for a moment more, letting your eyes cover your gaze as you enjoyed the view of a certain dwarf, sweat glistening his muscles and brow in the waning sunlight.

Perhaps climbing mountains did have their perks.

Even though it had only been two weeks, it felt as though you had been a part of this rag-tag troupe for years. You were an unexpected surprise, not unlike Bilbo, however your meeting was far from peaceful. They had found you tied up as a troll trio’s appetizer, and after they had rescued you, Gandalf offered that you travel with them.

At first there were objections to having a stranger join, but with you promising to prove your worth to Thorin they obliged. In all honesty you had no idea what to expect in a quest of Blue Mountain dwarves. But you had felt the times changing, work as a bounty hunter becoming more dangerous for a lone wolf. So, it made sense to travel with a group of warriors, peculiar though their quest may be.

Over time you had become accustomed to the Dwarven band, and they you. You liked sparring with Dwalin, listening to Bilbo’s packing tips, and even getting into trouble with Fili and Kili, but unconsciously you found yourself always looking out for Ori.

He reminded you of your younger siblings, and so you tried to make sure he was never left behind. Dori had also noticed your kindness, and had taken it upon himself to be your guide if ever you had questions about the trip, dwarves, and anything in between.

Sure Fili and Kili were friendly enough, but you could never be sure if their answers were serious or offered as a wick to a flame. Which wouldn’t help your case if they knew of your more romantic curiosities about a certain rugged dwarf.

As soon as camp was set up you dug into your bowl almost as heftily as Bombur did, your mighty excursions leaving your body depleted. Sighing as you patted your full belly, you enjoyed the warmth of the fire while propped up against a hefty log, one that Dwalin happened to be sitting on.

“Good to see you’ve revived lass.”

You tried not to let the blush creep into your cheeks as he spoke your nickname with such a warmth that pulled at your heart strings. “Good to see you’re still kicking too.” You shot back, Dwalin smirking at your response.

You remembered the first time you saw him burst out of the trees with a mighty roar. Even hanging upside down, you saw the sheer strength and courage he launched himself at a foe five times his size. Yet his gentleness surprised you as he cut you down and carried you in his arms like you weighed nothing.

I mean, how could you not fall for him?

As everyone cleared off their bowls for the night you tried to stretch your muscles as best you could. The strain on your shoulders was beginning to ache, however it was a familiar pain now, and one that you would try your best not to let show.

You rolled your pack out close to the face of the mountain, since once before Dwalin had to drag you back from almost toppling over the edge in your sleep.

“No more sleeping near the cliffsides you wriggly worm.” He had growled sternly, to which you could only nod, having woken up to being carried by your saviour once again wondering if it was another dream. You’d had to bury your cheeks under the blanket so he couldn’t see your satisfied smile.

“Glad to see you learned your lesson.” Dwalin teased as he watched you from the fire.

“Well I’m sure if I had gone over the edge you could’ve used your beard as rope.” You teased back.

Dwalin and the others roared around the fire, as he looked at you with a mischievous grin.

“You tease this fine work of art missy, but from the looks of it your hair is gonna look worse than mine within a week.”

You brought your hand up to the back of your head and realised that it was, indeed, becoming a matted mess. You kept your thick hair in braids for the practicality, but on this journey you had not found the time to manage the upkeep. Which was important, as your curls answered to no one but a tooth comb and plenty of oil.

You huffed and started to unbind your hair, working your way behind before you felt yourself stuck. Seems one of your more intricate braids had become an intricate knot.

“You might as well just shave it off lassy, we can have matching hairstyles.” Dwalin roared with laughter. You tried your best to give him a grumpy look but you soon found yourself in fits of laughter too.

“You can help me braid my hair then you big ol’ grump.” You grinned, walking purposely around the fire and plonking yourself on the ground between his legs cross legged.

“How about that?” You puffed triumphantly.

But instead of more banter, you instantly you felt those around the fire freeze, Bofur dropping his spoon back into his bowl.

“You didn’t tell her?” Kili hissed at Dori.

“Well its not like I expected it to come up!” Dori argued defensively.

“Am I…. missing something?” You turned your head to look up at Dwalin wondering why he was silent too. However, you didn’t expect to find the most ferocious man you had ever met as red as a beet!

“Um,” Fili chuckled nervously. “Y/N, you-“

“Dwarves have very particular customs when it comes to our hair, or braiding other’s.” Thorin spoke decisively from his place as lookout, arms folded. “Customs that usually amount to offers of courtship.”

Your jaw dropped, realizing that you may or may not have in no small way proposed to Dwalin. “Oh.” You struggled to get words out. “Oh no, I didn’t know, I-I am sorry if I have caused offence!”

“It looks like you’ve caused a heart attack sweetie.” Bofur replied before being elbowed in the ribs by Kili.

You looked at everyone around the fire trying to look for some indication of how to proceed, finding that all of them were looking behind you. “Dwalin?”

“Its okay lass, you didn’t know.” Dwalin replied, the tepidness in his voice almost breaking you.

This really wasn’t how anything was supposed to go! Yes you liked Dwalin, you liked Dwalin a LOT. But you never thought the day would come when you would be ousted by your own foolish actions, and in front of half of your companions too.

“It was an honest mistake.” You heard Dwalin try to joke.

You scrunched the dirt underneath your hands into your fists. You were Y/N. You were bold. You were daring. And while your actions may have been a mistake your feelings certainly weren’t. Could you pretend it all away? Could you live with yourself now if you lied and hid your heart away? No. You had never run away from anything in your life. And you weren’t about to start now.

“If its all the same to you Dwalin, I still would like your help to braid my hair.”

You winced as you heard Ori gasp dramatically. When you peeked up you found Fili and Kili staring at you while simultaneously kicking each other, Bofur almost letting his bowl slip from his hands. Even Thorin raised his eyebrows at your boldness.

You felt the dwarf behind you exhale. “Are you sure lass?”

“Yes.” You tried not to twiddle your fingers, somehow transforming more and more into a shy milkmaid by the second. “Unless you would like me to ask someone else to braid it.” You insinuated daringly, even with fear he would say yes and offer your heart to someone else.

But no sooner were the words out of your mouth then you felt his hands brush against your back, taking the first of your plaits in his hands and unweaving it slowly.

“Well look at that I think its time for bed!” Bofur sprung up and yawned purposefully. At this the remaining troop instantly scattered, leaving you both alone with each other by the fire. Even Thorin had moved so that he was perched around the side of the mountain out of respect for his loyal warrior.

“I’m sorry if my hair is hard to handle.” You offered shyly. “It’s hard to do the plaits on my own.”

“No need for sorrys.” The rugged dwarf answered quietly, cursing his hands for not being nimble, or delicate. His hands were leathery, worn from his early years in the forges. But he had never thought his hands would be weaving in your hair as they did now. “Am I hurting ya?”

“Are you kidding me?” You laughed at his concern. “My mother would have me and my siblings crying after a braiding session when we were younger, this is….” You then paused. “This is much better.”

Dwalin’s own heart swelled at your contentment, fit to burst from his chest. Ever since the day he had cut you down and carried you in his arms, he couldn’t deny that you were the most beautiful cocoon he had ever seen.

He thought it was just the normal jitters when one saw a pretty face, but as you travelled as companions and then as friends, he fell in love with your character. The way you laughed, the way you fought, the way you would look out for Ori. You had proven your worth to the company as you had promised, but along the way you had won Dwalin’s heart.

Of course, he never thought in a thousand years though that a strong, strapping youngling would ever fall for him. You were human, and he considered the fact that maybe you wouldn’t feel attachment like dwarves did. He had thought for sure you would have become interested in one of the princes, anyone younger than himself.

Obviously, Dwalin was wrong.

The fierce warrior reluctantly finished the last plait, the process of taming your hair long but pleasant, as both of you swapped small stories of memories and times long past, even content to sit in silence.

You stretched and then turned to sit facing him. “Thank you.” The warmth in your smile more than Dwalin could take.

Before he could even think the dwarf had taken both of your hands in his, letting his thumbs slide gingerly across your small hands.

“Yes Dwalin?” You looked up at him with pools of dark hazel that glinted in the firelight, taking his breath away with the way you looked at him so keenly. He had never seen you like this before. Then again he mused, you had probably never seen him look like such a blushing fool before either.

“I’ll help you with your hair whenever you need Y/N, if that’s okay with you.”

You smiled at took the chance to hold his face in your hands, planting a small kiss on his forehead. “Its more than okay with me.”

Your own Dwarven Hero.

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“Told you she’d be the one to do it.” Fili chuckled, kicking the bundle next to him that was his brother, gaining him a grunt. “You owe me a pint.”

#dwalin fluff #the hobbit fluff #the hobbit fanfiction #dwalin x reader #lotr fanfiction #lotr fanfic #greennightspider #the hobbit fanfic #dwalin #dwalin hobbit #i have no idea what to tag this #dwalin x woc #the hobbit woc fanfiction #dwalin oneshot #the hobbit oneshot #Please let me into this fandom pocket i promise ill be good

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xcal1bur25 · 3 years

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Hey so IDK if other Assassins Creed games do this since i’ve only played Odyssey and also I haven’t played Odyssey in a hot minute it just crossed my mind but can we talk for a minute about how Odyssey fixed literally every major mechanical problem with open world RPG’s? Like, maybe another AC game did it first, i would not be surprised if Origins had these features too but the point is that all other open world RPG’s? Take notes (yes, especially you Cyberpunk. the first point you really needed to have).

- “In order to keep up with the stats my character has to wear dumb mismatched clothes!” Guess what, you can make any weapon or piece of armor look like another piece you’ve taken before of the same type, allowing you get whatever mechanical benefits you want without having to look dumb. Kassandra/Alexios can look just like they do on the cover the whole game without sacrificing gameplay! That’s awesome! I wish Geralt could keep his iconic look the whole game but nooooo. You’re ditching his awesome outfit for a generic-ass gambeson by level 5, 7 if you’re sentimental (or playing on easy) Cyberpunk is marginally better but only on account of the Armadillo mod being busted.

- “This legendary item gives me really cool abilities and interesting mechanics but i can only use it for a few levels before it’s worthless” Guess what buddy, you can reforge that item at your lesiure but a lot of games have that. What they don’t have is the ability to take that items unique power and put a version (albeit often a slightly weakened version) of it’s power in the mod slot of any sufficiently rare weapon/armor! So you can keep that cool power!

“I want to do all the sidequests but it makes me overleveled for the main quest, and if i do the main quest i’m overleveled for the sidequests I skip, even if i wanna go back to them!” Guess what? You can make so any quest and enemy above your level stays there, but any quest or enemy below your level scales up so it’s never more than 1-2 levels beneath you (and i think you can make it scale to your level exactly) This means you can ignore level with sidequests, do any quest at any time (barring story constraints), and no section of the cool awesome map becomes worthless once you get strong enough! The whole game remains worthwhile because the whole game scales to you!

Like fuck, man. These are the problems people bitch about with loot based open world RPG’s but assassin’s creed, which was not even an rpg series originally, fuckin solved literally all of them! They’re solved issues! And easy to implement!

Anyways, AC:Odyssey is a good game with a good story and great gameplay and QOL features. You should play it, and I should probably get valhalla.

#gaming #assassin's creed #game design

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ave-dominus-nostramos · 3 years

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“What was, will be. What will be, was.”

@savior-of-humanity

The Night Haunter fixes the human who'd approached him with his cold stare, as if waiting for them to say something of value.

"Save your platitudes for someone with use for them. Begone."

Curze gestures for one of his sons to escort them out of his sight. As he watches them leave, he considers tearing out their tongue as a warning to those who intend to waste his time. He cannot stand the prattling of humans, their ceaseless desire to regale him with whatever thoughts that pass through their dull minds.

He looks out at the throng of mortal crew passing beneath his balcony, two hundred of the souls under his command, all woefully pathetic creatures like the one he'd just spoken to, but ones he has use for still. They avert their eyes, each pouring themselves in their work in hopes of avoiding his attention.

A dull throb begins to build behind his eyes, bringing a grimace to his face. Curze resists the instinct to grab the railing to steady himself. The Nightfalle's munitorium begins to blur as visions of another time, another place bleed into focus. He rushes from the chamber, desperate to find somewhere private before any could see his weakness.

What was, will be. What will be, was. The words echo through mind as he collapses on the floor of his quarters.

A thousand blade-wings unfurl around him, spiraling unto infinity like the spines of a Nostraman sea beast he'd seen in grainy pict recordings and century old tomes. No. This is no mere xenos animal to be hunted his lesiure—He knows it instinctually. This is something greater, a true predator of the void.

#savior-of-humanity #ic

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Prophecy - Chapter Five

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A month had passed since Yeosang took you under his wing, and he (thankfully) hadn't decided to kill you.

Although the trip to harvest the sand mandrakes often made you think otherwise.

Despite that, Yeosang had been patient with you as you grew accustomed to his lifestyle. Oddly, he trusted in you immediately, sharing with you secrets he wouldn't dare tell other strangers.

"I'm a mage," he had told you suddenly over porridge one morning. He clenched his large palms into equally large fists and laid his forearm upon the table, facing upwards towards the canopy of jade leaves above your heads. "You see those blue lines? They're called veins, and our blood runs through these."

You nodded silently, unsure of what his point was.

"In mine, flows blood as well as chaos," he explained. "Almost anybody can do basic magic, provided you're taught by the right people."

Using his other hand, he ran a gentle finger down the stripe of his prominent veins, and the cerulean bumps bubbled and boiled into a startling shade of sunlight. You squinted in awe; you swore you could see a lightning storm rattling around inside of his arm.

"But only those born into chaos possess the abilities to truly wield it." Yeosang snapped his fingers, and the bolts of lightning in his veins returned to the cool, sea blue they were before.

He had grinned at you then, proud that his magic had impressed you. He didn't get to show off his magic often; most people would trade his life and talent for money in a heartbeat.

Except now, Yeosang wore a frown as you pleaded with him.

"Why can't you teach me any magic?" you beg. "You said yourself that anybody can be taught! By the looks of it you're well up to the task!"

You follow him like an excited puppy, bouncing along behind him and pawing at the back of his shirt to get his attention. Yeosang had his back turned to you, intent on finding the wolfsbane he had been asked to find before you arrived in his life and threw it slightly (majorly) off balance.

"I said no, Iris" he murmurs, keeping his eyes on the mossy ground.

You weren't sure where Yeosang had gotten the name 'Iris' from, or why he started calling you that in the first place. It certainly wasn't your name. Not that you had ever told him your name. He had never asked, so you assumed he didn't want to know. Either way, you didn't care, nor did you find it particularly important, so you let him call you whatever he pleased.

"Why?" you whine, grabbing the bottom of his cotton shirt and pulling it. "What harm can it do to just teach me a little magic?"

He sighs harshly, and turns to face you. Scowl evident, he shoves a handful of wolfsbane into a basket and grabs you firmly by the shoulders.

"I said no. Do not make me repeat myself. Do I make myself clear?" His eyes burn into yours and guilt washes over you; you hadn't meant to make him angry.

"But-"

"I said," he growls. "Do I make myself clear?"

You stare up meekly into his eyes, seeing the same flashes of firebolts from his veins, now crashing around his pupils. You nod, not uttering a word. Yeosang lets you go with a soft huff, and heads back up towards the house. If you'd have known he would get so angry with you, you wouldn't have pestered him so badly.

A few more days pass, and neither you or Yeosang bring up the incident in the woods. You, in fear of angering him again, and you assume Yeosang just didn't want to mention the subject at all. Maybe it was a sensitive topic for him? He acts like it never happened, resuming teaching you how to cook various stews and soups, testing you on the properties of sage and echinacea.

"Echinacea... helps burns?" you hazard a guess, Yeosang's face contorting to an expression of pain informing you that once again, you were wrong.

"Echinacea helps colds and flu." he corrects you with a sigh.

Frustrated, you hurl your notebook down onto the desk in Yeosang's study, crossing your arms and exhaling harshly, much like a horse. His study was as breathtaking as the rest of his house. It was smaller compared to the main, circular room and had no windows. With no natural light, Yeosang had strewn luminescent mushrooms across the ceiling and draped them all over the walls. They were long and thin, but the heads and stems shone bright in tones of seafoam green and azure blue. They made the room glow a strange, ocean mash of colour, often making Yeosang look as if the ocean floor had sprouted atop his head, dyeing his neutral blonde locks with a very startling sea themed concoction.

The room had an earthy smell, as did the entire house. You theorised Yeosang either had an addiction to growing plants in his house, or plainly a plant addiction. Still, the air throughout his home was always immaculately clean, so you couldn't complain about the slight dirt smell, or the soil that was always clinging to your arms and legs.

"I'm no good at this, Yeosang!" you cry. "I don't know why I bother!"

You glare angrily at the wooden planks of the floor, blinking back frustrated tears. You desperately wanted to prove to Yeosang that you were capable of learning something worthwhile. After all, your survival depended on it; why would he keep you around, feed you, house you, protect you, if you couldn't offer anything back to him? More than that, it actually gave you a purpose, something more than just stealing your way through the game of life. Here you were, handed an opportunity to learn and, provided you were any good at it, use the skills to help people in the future instead of stealing the products of other people's hard work and determination.

You're dragged from your thoughts by Yeosang crouching down at your figure sitting on his desk chair. He softly places his rough hands on your knees and offers a rare, but soft and caring smile.

"You'll get the hang of it ,Iris, don't fret. I failed my alchemy exam five times before I finally passed it." His eyes crinkle at the corners when he hears your quiet laugh at his comment.

"Only an idiot would fail five times," you quip. "What happened to three time's the charm?"

"Charm is a load of bullshit," he remarks. "Everything is decided by fate, you know that don't you?"

You nod in response. Everybody knows your destiny is your destiny. It can't be changed, altered or avoided. You wonder if magic has any effect on destiny. After all, before meeting Yeosang you had no idea magic was real in the first place, so really the possibilites could be endless.

"Does magic work on destiny?" You ask the golden haired mage.

Yeosang leans back on his heels, glancing up at the glowing fungi as he ponders his answer.

"Yes and no," he admits. "No magic can directly change, or redirect your fate. But magic can delay it, sometimes quite significantly"

"How so?"

Yeosang lets go of your knees and with a grunt, falls back so he's sitting on the floor in front of you.

"Are you familiar with Virgil's Aenied?"

He takes your silence as a 'no'.

"The Aeneid is an epic poem, centered around a single man named Aeneas, whose destiny is to discover the land that would become Rome. There's a lot that goes on inbetween," Yeosang explains. "but Juno, the goddess of love and marriage, despised Aeneas, and did everything in her power to make sure Aeneas would never be the catalyst of Rome's foundations."

"But Juno couldn't stop him from doing that, could she?" You connect the dots fairly quickly, and Yeosang nods.

"Correct. Even the gods have to abide by the laws of destiny. Jupiter himself unravels the scrolls of time and fate, and nobody can change them. But what Juno did succeed with, was delaying Aeneas as much as possible. Setting him back years and years from the destiny bestowed upon him from the very beginning, at the sack of Troy."

"Do the gods powers count as magic though? You're not a god" You think aloud. You think you catch a wave of offense wash over Yeosang's face, but it passes so quickly you can't be sure.

"In a way, I suppose you can view it as a divine type of magic, magic so powerful that people on our realm couldn't possibly wield it without certain death, or other circumstance..." The mage stands up, bones in his knees cracking as he moves.

"Anyway," he continues. "My point was that your destiny is exactly that. It's been written in the stars since the very dawn of time, and you physically cannot escape it. You may delay it, but the time will come where you will have to fulfill your role in destiny's prophecy. The first step to that though, my young student, is passing your alchemy exam!"

You and Yeosang spent the next couple of days pouring over his hand-written notebooks, reading and re-reading his scrawled handwriting and weirdly endearing drawings. Him presenting you with various herbs and smoking liquids, making you guess what they were used for and forcing you to eat and drink the gross ones when you got the answers wrong. You hated it, but his method of teaching was rather effective.

"We're going to have to make a trip into the city," he tells you one gorgeously warm afternoon. "I've run out of primrose and the only source I can get it is the kingdom."

Yeosang hadn't taken you to the kingdom of Ateez yet, nor had he visited there since your arrival, but the way he spoke about it terrified you to your core. He refused to go unless he needed to, no pleasant day trips or lesiurely strolls. For him, it was dangerous.

"The King has a special band of witch-hunters," Yeosang explained to you as he grabbed his brown satchel and coin purse. "Of course, they're just referred to as 'guards', he wouldn't want rival kingdoms knowing he was explicitly prejudiced towards anybody." he spat.

"Have you met the king?" you ask quietly, handing him a notebook with a list of items you needed to purchase.

Yeosang notably hesitated.

"Yes... he helped me a lot. He gave me this land, and in return I occasionally do him favours."

"I thought he didn't like mages?"

"Hatred for magic kinds is rooted in fear," he turns to you. "Whether or not you like a mage, it is always better to have one on your side, as opposed to having one against you."

"So if the king likes you, why are you so worried about going to the kingdom?"

Yeosang wedges a soil brown hat onto your head, pulling it down over your eyes.

"He doesn't like me," he corrects you. "He merely tolerates me because I posses something that may prove very useful to him one day. Anyway, enough questions, small one. We have plants to buy!"

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You wished Yeosang had told you just how long the walk to Ateez was before you agreed to go with him. Technically you didn't have a choice, but still. You'd been wearing 'tailored' versions of Yeosang's clothes (tailored being he had ripped the excess material off), as your own were ruined beyond repair during the storm. They were too big for you even still, the sleeves of his white cotton shirt coming past your fingertips and copper breeches almost hanging off you if not for the makeshift belt, (wine red ribbon Yeosang used to bunch flowers together) tied around your waist. As grateful as you were, his clothes were weighing you down and making the journey painfully longer.

"We're almost there, Iris!" Yeosang calls back to you. He was wearing an outfit similar to yours, except his actually fit and suited him. He was extremely good looking, you'd admit. What with his piercing cobalt eyes and effortlessly wavy hair. You wondered why he had been alone before he met you, and for what reason.

You turn your attention to where Yeosang was pointing and felt your stomach drop immediately. It felt as if a pit had opened at the base of your torso and every one of your organs was being sucked into the abyss. Despite the uncomfortable feeling seeping throughout your body, you felt compelled towards the miles of kingdom below you. You could see almost the entire kingdom from your position on top of the hill. You realised too, that the western side was situated on the edge of a cliff, with your best friend, the ocean, waiting readily thousands of feet below. You felt uneasy thinking about the drop.

Between the bottom of the hill and the gates of Ateez, was a vast stretch of forest. Towering oaks bundled together like a poor family on a cold night, protecting one another with what little comfort they could provide. You didn't want to imagine what creatures lurked in the woods either, having a hunch that they wouldn't welcome strangers into their habitats with welcome arms.

"We don't have to walk down this hill, do we?" you gulped.

"No," Yeosang said. "We can just jump."

You stared at him.

"Of course we have to walk down it, Iris."

You both began the everlasting descent down the hill. Luckily, a dirt path had been stamped into the grass by plenty of other people making the same journey as you.

No matter how much you tried to push down the growing feeling in your stomach, it wouldn't go away.

You could hardly explain the feeling either. Like your intenstines were lined with the prettiest hydrangeas, and somebody was tugging at the flowers with the strength of a thousand horses, but regardless of how hard they pulled, the roots stayed firmly put.

You surveyed the kingdom, the endless rows of tiny houses and roads, the pathway up to the gates of the castle and the grand towers standing in the castle grounds. On the highest part of the city, towards the east, was the most important building of all; the castle itself. Overlooking the entire of Ateez which stretched out for miles.

"Once we reach the bottom of this hill," you ask. "Won't we have to walk all the way to the gates?"

Yeosang glances back over his shoulder at you, pushing his wavy blonde hair out of his face.

"No, they have horses and carriages that take people to the city, thank the gods."

After approximately 3 decades, you and Yeosang reach the bottom of the hill (more like a mountain, you think). Yeosang guides you over to a line of carriages, attached to the biggest, bulkiest horses you've ever seen. The ones you'd seen back at home were simple, baggage carrying horses. Nothing compared to these absolute monsters. Your companion hands the coachman of a carriage a handful of coins, and you both clamber into the back.

Throughout the journey, the hole in your stomach continues to expand, growing deeper and wider that you're surprised it hasn't totally consumed you. The closer you get to the kingdom gates, the more and more nauseous you feel, the beating of your heart and pounding in your head keeping perfect time with the canter of the Shire horse pulling you along.

The second cog, hand-crafted but not yet complete, waits patiently. He cannot continue welding it until the next steps are taken; until destiny is fulfilled. Until then, he sets the half-finished cog on his workshop table, then he too, sits patiently. Fate is a waiting game, and everyone is a pawn to fate.

Chapter Six

#ateez #ateez au #medieval!ateez #hongjoong #wooyoung #seonghwa #jongho #yungo #mingi #san #yeosang

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outeccamethyst9094-blog · 6 years

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How do I extend the life of my laptop battery?

It's a valid question since laptop batteries are usually expensive to replace. First of all, how long should your laptop battery last? 2-4 years is generally acceptable depending on how frequently you use and charge the battery. If you travel a lot and use and charge your battery frequently then you might only get a couple of years at the most out of your laptop battery.

Laptop batteries are usually made with Li-Ion batteries and the very nature of Li-Ion batteries is that they have about 300-500 charges and last at most about 4-5 years (shelf life). They also have a self-discharge rate of about 1% per day so you need to be sure to charge them at least every 6 months.

So how can you care for your laptop battery to get the maximum life out of it?

1. Always use your laptop on a hard surface. Laptops are portable and it's easy to set your laptop on your lap or on your bed and use it at your lesiure. That's one of the benefits of having a portable computer. Flexibility. But if you want to extend your battery life you have to watch out for overheating your laptop. Heat is one of the biggest obstacles to battery life longevity. Your laptop computer fan cannot circulate the air properly when your laptop is sitting on soft surface.

2. Do not keep your laptop battery installed when you use your laptop on AC for an extended period of time. While your laptop is undoubtedly using a smart charger to charge your battery even a constant trickle charge over months can reduce your battery life. For best results, only charge your battery when you need to charge it, don't leave the laptop battery plugged in all the time. More importantly than the trickle charger affect is the 'storage' of a Li-Ion battery at elevated temperatures. The optimum storage temperature for a Li-Ion battery is at 0 deg. C. The optimum storage charge level is about 40%. Unfortunately we tend to store fully charged and at the temperatures found in a running laptop you'll find a significant reduction in battery performance after only 12-18 months.

3.Use a full charge cycle before recharging Li-Ion and NiMH batteries (which most laptop batteries are), do not have a memory which you might find in NiCad batteries. However, each chemistry has a limited number of charge cycles, so use a full charge cycle before re-charging to maximize your battery usage. Because this may be very difficult to manage, you'll need to consider the cost-benefit ratio for keeping track of how far discharged the battery is before you charge it again.

4.Be careful where you store your laptop This goes back to the heat issue. Don't leave your laptop in the car where it can get very hot. Batteries hate heat and your laptop battery will go on strike permenantly if you expose it to too much heat. Remember that all laptops are not created equal. You may have gotten 4 hours from your last laptop while on battery, but your new laptop might pull more juice to run that gaming quality processor, or the power hogging programs you're running now. Read your owner's manual to find out what you should expect from your laptop battery and be sure to compare apples to apples when purchasing a replacement battery. Not all laptop batteries are made to the same specs. We recommend buying a battery that has at least as much capacity as your original battery (that's the mAh rating), and preferrably the same chemistry as well.

#laptop battery #battery

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findingnemosworld · 8 months

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𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐲 - 𝐣𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧

• 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐦𝐞

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞.

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐜𝐲𝐜𝐥𝐞, 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐩, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐢 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, ( 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬? 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 )

( 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐞 )

" Fuck "

His gaze, hazy with the lust coursing through him leisurely shifts upwards to soak it in, what a sight she was – the dress she had chosen for the night was hiked up to her abdomen exposing her lack of undergarments whilst the top was loosened allowing her breasts to spill out entirely, much to his delight.

" Don’t stop "

Her words escape in a whine, one hand lands on top of his head whilst the other toys with both of her nipples, the sounds she made, coupled with the way her body reacted to his touch spurred him on to apply more pressure, his tongue along with his thumb rubbing her clit which seemed to drive her closer to her high eliciting the sweetest and most obscene cry he had ever heard.

If they would have told him that he could only live on her and her only – he would have most likely did just that.

He pulls back to admire her properly and smirks, " You were saying? " he murmurs before placing a feather light kiss to her lower abdomen inviting another moan from her.

What had gotten them into this position, you may ask? well it’s simple - he, vice captain of the England national team. And she, the very young yet experienced photographer chosen to be in charge of capturing moments from the training sessions as well as matches - a few stolen looks here, discreet smiles there and it lead them to this very moment.

" You’re still old " She states with a soft chuckle which turned into a yelp when he jumped on top of her to cage her with his arm, he looks down into her eyes, his chain landing directly in between her breasts. " But I’ll give you your roses, that was very impressive " she whispers, placing both of her hands on the back of his neck.

" You fucking minx " He whispers dipping his head to capture her lips in a soft kiss that incited a groan from him the moment he felt her tongue swiping over his bottom lip which in turn granted them the perfect opportunity to devour each other’s mouths. " You’re going to get me in trouble one day " he murmurs against her lips.

She didn’t respond immediately, instead; her hand slides down to leisurely wrap around his cock causing him to grunt against her lips, she smiles. " You already are "

She used whatever force she had to push him onto the bed which allowed her to climb up on top of him, " One of these days, we’re going to be hurt by this " she trails a singular digit across his chest, her touch sent goosebumps all over his body.

His warm hands squeeze her waist for a brief moment before one of his hands slides up to her throat which incited a moan from her. " It wouldn’t hurt you to let me in " he says with a soft tone. " You know that I can make you happy "

Her palms lay flat against his chest, as they spend the next few minutes in complete silence, neither one wanting to answer or even address the elephant in the room – it started a year ago when she was first hired as the photographer, she was twenty one and he was thirty one; that in of itself was a risky line to cross yet they had crossed it and never looked back since then.

" You’re so sure of yourself " She says, chuckling at his confidence before dipping her head down to press a tantalizingly lesiure kiss to his pulse point which caused him to flutter his eyes shut, and a strangled moan to escape his lips. " Don’t get greedy, we both agreed that this is just an arrangement between us "

Her words were akin to a knife that penetrated his heart, spurring him to place one hand over his back while the other laid on the back of her neck to pull her down for kiss, " You and I both know that it’s not an arrangement, and I will prove it to you " he whispers against her lips before he pushed her onto the bed, climbing on top of her, " Spread your legs " His words come out as a command.

" Jordan? " She whispers before a yelp escapes her mouth, he pinched then twisted both of her nipples.

He helps her remove the dress before dipping his head down to kiss her again, " Spread your legs " he said, his voice dropping an octave lower.

She complies, spreading her legs open while he had hastily removed his own clothes, his gaze darts below and a guttural groan escapes his lips, " You’re so perfect " he says with a soft tone.

Before she could formulate a response, he strokes his cock a few times before he finally thrusts himself into her slick walls, a unanimous gasp escapes from the two of them. " Oh Fuck " He sighs, " You were made for me "

Her hands grip the bedsheets so tight, her knuckles turn white - " Jordan " she whines, her chest rises and falls lesiurely.

His thrusts were leisure at first to allow them both to fully adjust to the sensation before his hand wraps around her neck applying gentle pressure on her throat, her face contorts to display the pleasure she was feeling, " Even if you think that this is an arrangement " he grunts, the skin to skin contact had enveloped them in a haze. " We both know that I’m the only one that can make you feel like this "

She whines, " Fuck, right there " her back arches off the bed, " Don’t stop "

" Maybe I should " He tuts, grinning when a desperate whine escapes her lips. " Since you wore that dress to tease me "

" No I didn’t " She half retorts, half moans at the overwhelmingly incredible sensation that enveloped her.

A dark chuckle escapes his lips in response to her words, " Yes, you did and you know what, for that I think " He stops halfway, a strangled goan erupts form him at the way her walls squeeze his cock. " I need to punish you, you think you deserve to cum? "

She whines, " Jordan, please "

" I don’t think you deserve to cum, not after what you just said " He murmurs, latching his lips around one of her nipples, while his other hand toyed with the other one.

" Fuck " She cries, her cheeks stained by a few droplets of tears running down. " Please, please " she pleads with a soft tone.

" Say it right now, who’s making you feel this good? " He says through labored breaths.

" You " She whimpers, " Fuck, Just like that "

" Louder! " He growls, " I want you to scream so that everyone can hear who’s making you feel this good "

" It’s you Jordan, Only you! " She moans.

" Good girl " He cooed, " Cum beautiful, cum all over my cock, make a mess like you always do "

His words coupled with the tightening in her lower abdomen were enough for her to cry in pure euphoria, she was silenced when he dipped in to kiss her lips. " You are mine " he whispers against her lips.

" I told you " She whispers, " Don’t get too greedy "

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wholeworldbroken · 6 years

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PART 1) Net Neutrality, Hypernormalization, The Dinosaur Who Swindled Natural Selection & Prospered... AND... The Healthy Benefits Of Paranoid Delusional Psychosis.

TV is a dinosaur sinking into the tar. All those once giant networks are scrambling to survive just a little longer in this technological age that left them behind before they noticed. That Netflix model is alot bigger deal than it's given credit for. It's what reshaped HULU until it went legitimate. It's why there's an HBOGO, STARZ, SHOWTIME, etc. app that all outperform their parent networks.

The power of ON-DEMAND blew Amazon up from a more Wal-Marty version of eBay to the titan it is now. Disney is gearing up to yank all Star Wars, Marvel, Indiana Jones, etc. properties from Netflix to add to their own upcoming streaming channel. Even the underdogs that only Netflix could make into giant hits: Daredevil, Jessica Jones, Luke Cage, The Defenders and The Punisher (not so much IronFist) are being carted over to the new Disney service without so much as a "thank you for making this possible" to Netflix.

CBS launched theirs earlier this year with the added ammo of the most expensive Star Trek series to date, Discovery, being only available through their site. We'll probably see about 10 new changeovers this coming year. Comcast, Verizon and Slime-Warner know that we'll pay $8 here, $10 there for the convenience of catching all that exclusive content completely at our lesiure, always waiting as soon as we feel like tapping that PLAY button.

So, the dinosaur is slowly inching across the quicksand, dragging its rip-off cable model over to the internet, embracing the technology of the future while still thriving off the scams of the past. Even Youtube, which was kind of a revolution in independent, DIY content creators and previously muted voices now given a somewhat worldwide platform, finding an audience without having to bow to the old media gatekeepers

(the Merv Griffins, Johnny Carsons, Entertainment Tonights, Morning Shows, blah, blah, blah, who were able to get rich off the young, hopefuls kissing the asses of whoever would help them be seen, LONG before any of the actual talent was consistently turning a profit. Completely self -regenerating. You can burn up the lump of coal till it's all disintegrated, but the machine ALWAYS got fresh coal being shoveled in the fire, baby)

... is now flooded with Jimmy Kimmel, SNL, Paramount, Disney studios, which seems like normal that those sketches, clips, movie trailers would end up archived on youtube...

until you consider that youtubers are paid through Google Adsense, and receive a monetary amount per video play featuring ads that are part of the program. The success and general public hunger for these independent creators has multiplied the number of young, self-made millionaires over the last 10 years. So, in come the dinosaurs, dragging that dirty-old-bag of crooked-old-ways with them.

Now you got NBC, uploading individual sketches from SNL, a television show that makes its revenue from tv ads & endorsements, each video cashing in on adsense profits seperately, rivaling the numbers from the original airing of the whole episode. Jimmy Fallon, Dr. Phil... practically EVERYbody is clawing & scratching for that youtube money all the kids were syphoning away from them. Whatever.

Big, ugly business, but still business. Dog eat dog & all that.

But what about commercials? Who the fuck clicks on the new TIDE ad showing up in their youtube feed? SOMEbody, cause it's got, like, a bajillion clicks. Are companies drafting interns to generate views and cash in on adsense? Hey, I'm paranoid, but if stupid old ME thought of it...

So, you seen the new Star Wars trailer? Shit, EACH newer version, starting with the teaser? How many did you see on youtube? ...and when you click that movie COMMERCIAL, like magic, you gotta sit through a goddamn COMMERCIAL before you can watch the COMMERCIAL you voluntarily chose to endure. Shit. I'll be DAMNED if, half the time, the ad that comes up isn't another trailer for another movie, usually from a whole other studio. Think Disney/StarWars minds you got a sneak taste of GrownUps 3 while you were waiting to drool all over a 30-second montage of disjointed scenes arranged to grease the dollar bills out of your wallet come Christmas time? `</pre> They just got paid by Adam Sandler's scam of a company for you to wait out the 5 seconds to click away from his bullshit and get up in them Star Wars guts... several million times... by an unrelated company willing to pay the opponent team for the luxury of dropping a commercial on the front of their commercial... leading to Disney (only an example. This is some across the board shit) making millions off a commercial designed to set up an installment in a franchise that will bring them automatic billions. <pre>` It's Terry Gilliam level absurdity that we've indoctrinated ourselves, as a species, to accept as "successful business practices", as we dream of one day carving our very own little chunk of the abstract money scheme balogna. I don't pretend to have a better, more functional answer than: try to resist as much of the barrage as you can, of huckster salesmen who have studied the best psychological methods of Stockholming your oblivious ass into not only continuing to prop up their pyramid scheme and perpetuating their boss's greedy manipulation of the entire world by way of its set-up-to-fail economic machinations `</pre> but ALSO, to constantly strengthen your faith in the infallible logic of those same machinations with a passion that is prepared to DESTROY any anomalous dissenters, selfish enough to be randomly fertilized and born into their designated gangsign annotated factions dividing up larger, further established, gangsign brandishing nation-states, yet still possessing the ingratious self-serving personality defect of introspection, empathy & existential contemplation. ** incoming** __VOICE__OF__GREAT__MACHINATION__LEADER,__STIFFY__O'FOOFYSKINS______ <pre>` "The enemy is all around and they hate your way of life. They whisper corruption into the ears of our unsuspecting younger generations. They bombard you with an agenda of moral codes & ideals in direct conflict to the ones you were taught. If you love the random patch of land you literally had more of a chance to be born outside of than in `</pre> and you're not some kind of infidel, basking in the luxuries provided by your assigned locale while remaining unwilling to offer up your mortal life to assure its continuation, then you already know that the RIGHT thing to do, the divine purpose you feel pumping through your heart, is stand tall & be ready to hoist your team's flag should it fall. The enemy wants to see you fail so that it can pillage its way to the holy finish line which was divinely entitled to YOU and the rest of the good guys. It preaches demoralizing propaganda designed to weaken your resolve & raise doubt toward your righteous goals. It knows ways to steal the food from your family's table... even steal your established identity and celebrate its wicked victories by splurging on the fruit sewed by YOUR noble labors. This is your preconceived understanding of the truth. There are higher levels of truth that only pertain to you as part of a bigger picture, but you need not concern yourself with such perplexing pokings & proddings into the corners of your manufactured reality. Take comfort in the ebb & flow of a pristine, global bureaucracy that, on the surface, appears to malfunction as a chaotic dumpster fire of social upheaval, random acts of blatantly hateful terrorism and increasingly violent natural disasters reminding each & every one of us that we are vulnerable and the only shelter comes from the sinister embrace of the leaders we ourselves chose to govern us, simply because that is the way the world has worked for much longer than our insignificant participation would justify constructing a new means of stability. Best not to stress over such uncontrollable details. GREEN has always meant GO. RED has always signified a mandatory STOP. ...And that proverbial cheese at the end of the maze, ever taunting the entire roster of teams? It's laced with the affectionate tongue-kiss of cyanide, the ultimate reward for any group that is able to pull ahead of the hordes and slamdunk their Nerf football into the victory bonfire. IT'S MILLER TIME... Because being on the winning team isn't what's important: WHAT COUNTS IS THAT YOUR TEAM DESTROYED AS MUCH OF THE OPPOSITION'S LIFE & LIVELIHOOD AS WAS POSSIBLE." <pre>` Over moral posturings? Over indignant evildoings? In a race to prove to the creator that your team is comprised of his chosen people and is ready to accept the role as His Holy Assassins? Over the truth behind 9/11? Over the ongoing argument concerning the actual SHAPE of the planet & the legitimacy of the very science we thought we understood, but very well may have been meticulously devised to support our indoctrinated "understanding" of a globe-shaped world, hurling through space in a cosmic dance with the star, SOL, spinning on an axis that brings it around 360° every 24 hours and marking the outlines of our 24 hour day... 7 day week... our 12 month year... An indoctrination so effective, most of us never once stop to entertain the notion that, at its essence, the concept of time in this manner, the 7 day work week (uncannily similar to the 7 days required to create the world), the weather defining 12 months adhered to by the Gregorian calendar could very logically, and historically likely, be an immeasurable, blanket imprisonment of individual human perceptions, compressing the infinite possibilities of each reality into a much more predictable & controllable number. Wrangling in those erratic, chaos-prone, possible realities that could ultimately crash the entire capitalist cabal so dependent on limiting the imaginations & therefore, the entire concept of the fabric of reality & the universe across an entire planet's population. Outrageous, right? Borderline psychotic levels of paranoia, layered with simple, obnoxious denial and a shot or 2 of worst-case-scenario gullibility, YEARS worth of nonsensical research into the ravings of like-minded lunatics whose infectious delusions have consistently contributed to the disenfranchisement and downfall of multiple promising, yet dangerously curious intellects dating all the way back to the first significant population booms & those resultant social structures that merely sought to stifle the all too common, human urge to casually rape & kill each other on the slightest of whims. When viewed in THAT light, maybe that original intent wasn't so awful. Maybe somebody just had to think of something, like, QUICK.

WE INTERRUPT THIS LITERATAL ILLUSTRATION OF AN IMPLODING BRAIN'S LAST, DESPERATE GRASP AT UNDERSTANDING TO BRING YOU THIS TEMPORARILY DEBILITATING ANXIETY ATTACK...

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maddblackgemini · 3 years

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This year I'm bringing back the silent book chat. Every month we select a book to read which may or may not fit a book prompt from the Mood Readers Delight challenge. We discuss over text the book we chose to read. The participants can come and go through the hours set aside to come in and out of the discussion at your own lesiure. If you like the concept and want to get in on this month's book, Black Sun, you can DM me to get into the group. ===== When: February 7 @ 10am PST-6pm PST Where: WhatsApp (by invite only) What: Discussing Black Sun by Rebecca Roanhorse Come join the silent discussion regarding this book for the month of January. We will have questions and discussions about this book via chat only. This will give you a way to chat at your leisure, ask questions, discuss and mingle with others at your own pace. The chat will be open from 10am PST until 6pm PST. Come join us for our monthly silent book chat hosted by @maddblackreads. #blackbookstagram #maddblackreads #blackbibliophile #wellreadblackgirl #blackreaders #moodreadersclub #goodreads #ireadya #booksofinstagram #bookstagram #becauseofblackreaders #diversifybookstagram #readersofinstagram #fortheloveofreading #blackgirlsread #lovetoread #blackwomenread #blackandbookish #blackbookblogger #becauseofreading #readblackauthors #goodblackreads #moodreader #readallthebooks #silentbookchat https://www.instagram.com/p/CK_4s6VAa28/?igshid=t1olhuz3rddp

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wyhallmedia · 5 years

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Book Reaction 2

Starting off in chapter three, I really enjoyed the introduction (interesting chapter introductions seem to be a common theme in this book.) The analogy with Farenheit 451 really helps establish how important books are to out culture. The quote from Bradbury reallly lands: “there must be something in books, things we can’t imagine, to make a woman stay in a burning house; there must be something there.”

Afterwards, we are indulged with a history of books in America. One thing that I found really interesting was how insignificant the presence of books originally was in America, considering their increasing prominence at the time in Europe. However, it also makes sense, as the colonies were still very early in development. Survival was a big issue, and lesiure time was scarce.

The way the book talked about King George’s control over the printing industry sounded strangely reminiscent of a dystopian story, such as Farenheit 451 or 1984. It was a reality where you could only read what the government wanted you to read, (much of this being religious writings aligned with the Church of England’s views,) and anyone attempting to diverge from that would get thrown in jail. These tensions grew so much that they became a major factor in the beginning of the revolutionary war. This is yet another example of the power literature holds - enough to start wars.

The talk of censorship later in the chapter reminds us that external control of our content consumption is is definitely not over. However, what really piqued my interest was the “Illiteracy as self-censorship” section. We are often the ones preventing ourselves from being exposed to new perspectives and fresh ideas.

The topic of ebooks is also an interesting discussion. I think the phenomenon is partly a good thing, as long as people are reading books. It make a much wider variety of books more readily accessible with any reader on a mobile device or computer. There is also a lot to be said for the convenience factor. You do not have to brink the book with you, as you can just carry as many books as you want on your phone, and you don’t have to organize a huge physical collection in your home.

Now, I do believe that a physical book offers a better reading experience, and most readers would say the same. Having a tangible object, only for the purpose of reading, increases your focus on the task, and also creates a stronger physical and mental connection. The recent ebook boom, however, is not a bad thing, despite how many depict it.

The talk of hypercommercialization is saddening, but it’s really nothing new. Everyone has always been looking out for a way to make a quick buck. We just need to be able to distinguish the cheap commercial work from the work of authors who genuinely care about their craft and are writing from the heart.

Chapter 4 moves on to focus on newspapers. I am surprised that physical newspapers still have the relevance they do in our society. We have very quick and easy access to all sorts of sources for news, but I still see physical newspapers lying around at lots of households.

It certainly helps that newspapers are cheap, disposable, and often delivered directly to your doorstep. The convenience factor is there, and it seems like people don’t have a big enough reason to want to get rid of them. Plenty of people still enjoy them, and of course, there is the physical aspect which people like as well. Another benefit of newspapers is that many are written specifically for the location in which you might live, meaning there is more information within that it directly relevant to your daily life. Their impact in history cannot be understated, as they were a fantastic way to get important news to the common people.

In many ways, I feel the same way about magazines (the focus of chapter 5) as I do about newspapers. The same information you would get in a magazine is available on television, on the radio, and online, but something keeps people coming back to magazines. Any given waiting room is still full of them. I still find myself combing through a magazine or two even though I have my phone handy.

Magazines have the ability to select niche markets, covering all sorts of different interests. They are also a great casual way to get information. Even if somebody doesn’t want to recieve a magazine anymore, they may just keep getting it because it’s not worth the hassle to unsubscribe.

All different types of media have different markets and uses in society, and they have also each had their respective impacts on history in different ways. It’s good to see that all of these formats discussed are still surviving, but also evolving.

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