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zutraeumen · 3 years ago

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Learning From The Best

This is a part of my one-shot book about Raiden called: Ceraunophile. You can find the whole book on these platforms: FanFiction, AO3, Wattpad or Quotev.

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Learning From The Best

"Again..."

You panted as you released the tension in your shoulders, breaking your stance. This was tough, but you wouldn't trade an opportunity to learn from the best for anything. It should be noted that even without his godly power, Raiden had a millennia of experience coupled with knowledge of 750 forms of Jujitsu and three other martial arts and was not to be taken lightly, even in mortal form.

His favourite art?

Bojutsu; the art of wielding the bō staff in combat. He wouldn't go anything without his trusty staff on his person, and to see him wield it was like to observe a master at work. You had asked him to teach you the ways of the weapon to further strengthen your combat prowess, but you also saw it as a good form of bonding with your significant other.

"Understood." You side-glanced Raiden after you have retrieved enough air to your lungs to move for the entirety of the sequence of moves you were practising. Focus entered your eyes and your visage was overtaken by intense concentration.

Your bō was firmly grasped in your hands - left somewhere on the level of your hip, right further up the front - while your legs assumed a wider stance with a slight bend at the knee with your left foot stepped back and torso upright, head trained forward.

You imagined a combatant coming at you with an outside strike aimed at your side. Your body responded accordingly with a side block, and followed up with an overhead front strike, but that was not enough to stop your imaginary opponent. A thrust came to pierce your front and you moved your back leg outwards to the side, opening your hips and curling your wrist with the movement, successfully deflecting and leaving your opponent's right side wide open. You went in because none the sooner did you pivot from your outstretched leg forward to strike at the knee with a swipe of the bō and finish the combination with a down poke to the shin.

Then, you disengaged with two crescent-shaped backsteps to where you had stood at the beginning and sheathed your bō back to your side. You turned to your lover, a droplet of sweat falling from the top of your nose and onto the concrete you stood on.

"How was it?"

The god nodded his head affirmatively, face neutral, "Better. Again."

Without questioning why, you repeated the same movements, over and over, until your muscles burnt, your focus waned, and you couldn't hold your bō properly. You were drenched in sweat, strands of hair were haphazardly strewn around your head and your mossy shirt stuck to your hide like glue.

You felt like a mess.

Contrary to Raiden who couldn't think anything else of you than how bewitching you looked with a layer of sweat glistening on your slightly tanned skin. It reminded him of the times when he made love to you, breathless in raw passion. Your eyes glassy like a mirror he could see himself through. Defining muscles tensing on the cusp of your completion.

Ahem- he shouldn't be thinking about you in this way while he was teaching you. It was indecent of him, but you made it so easy for him to get lost in you.

"I don't think I can continue anymore, Raiden." His gaze snapped to you, your posture slouched in exhaustion as you distributed most of your weight on the staff.

The Thunder God hummed indecisively, a rumbling sound like the thunder he commanded and it sent a shiver down your spine that was by no means your collapsing muscles' fault. Raiden probably didn't realize what an enormous turn his voice was.

"I can see your attrition, [Y/N], but in combat, your enemy won't offer you any reprieve, so neither shall I..."

A tired groan made it past your chapped lips, but you begrudgingly picked up your long weapon and got into stance, only to realize that Raiden had also taken up arms. Oh, fucking hell...

"Up until this point, I had you fight only within the confines of your mind, but I wish to see how you would utilise all that you've learnt today against a real opponent. We will not stop until you've landed a solid hit on me."

Your gaze grew dismayed at the prospect of battling a true master of the weapon you were now barely holding on to. You had no real chance of victory. But Raiden's eyes remained unfazed by your hopelessness, he was dead serious, against a novice.

Swiping away the salty liquid on your forehead, you closed your eyes, not in prayer, but to gather the last vestiges of power you had left. You blinked, the person before you wasn't Raiden, wasn't your lover, wasn't your mentor. You zeroed in on the approaching figure of a man, emotions closely related to him gradually faded away until you saw this person only as an obstacle in your way.

You took a shuddering breath before Raiden did the first step. Swinging for your flank so fast that your brain did not even perceive a side block until you've done it. The god did not let up, however, and thrust the bladed end of his weapon with grace you would envy. Alarmed at the speed of attack, you forsake strategics entirely and relied solely on your instincts.

"Ah!" You managed, in time, to shift your back leg outwards and push your hips out with a flick of your wrists to redirect his attack from piercing your ribcage, to slicing your arm, and you let a pained breath through your clenched teeth. But the adrenaline supplied your quaking limbs forward to poke his shin in a counter; in hopes of ending this sooner than your reserve would deplete.

Your only hope was diminished as the man promptly stepped back only to begin another barrage of attacks.

Side attack. Block. Thrust. Block. Counter. Retreat. Side attack. Block. Thrust. Block. Counter. Retreat. Side attack. Block. Thrust. Block. Counter. Retr-

There was a pattern to this, you realized suddenly as the dance of moves continued. The animalistic survival instinct in you receded and made way for thought again, and you concluded that Raiden was only performing moves that he had taught you how to counter.

However, a part of you feared it was too late as strength rapidly left you by the second.

Side attack. Block. Thrust. Block. Counter. Retreat.

It was now or never.

As the god took a semicircular step back, you didn't wait for him to start another sequence that would surely end you. Your body burnt like the pits of hell as you advanced as swiftly as you could to close the space Raiden had established by his retreat.

You had to do something unexpected.

So, you threw your bō staff at the god with all your remaining strength.

You fleetingly noticed how his eyes widened at your actions, thoroughly taken by surprise by your bold move to carelessly abolish your only means of protection. A straightforward attack would not work against this bulwark of a man, so you aimed at the pillars that kept all that mass upright - his legs.

One hit. You only needed one hit.

The god dodged the incoming projectile with relative ease as it lacked any real velocity, but it still robbed him of that split of a second to thwart your incoming assault. And with a single-mindedness that would put the old Scorpion to shame, you swiped Raiden's feet from under him, causing him to topple over and land on his back.

You did it! You did-

And within a second, you were out. The exertion of the training and fight finally coming back to bite your ass

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Raiden sat by the side of his— your —shared bed as he observed you breathe shallowly in your sleep. He wanted nothing more than to join you and hold you close to his body, but you needed the space to recover from his arduous training.

He was beyond impressed by your ability. By your tenacity. By your potential. By your performance overall.

So much in fact that he felt bad for doubting your combat prowess beforehand.

You fought him tooth and nail despite knowing victory was out of your reach. You had the innate ability to pick up a skill you have practised only half a day and held your own against an experienced user. To push through the pain, and strain, and overwhelming odds in order to achieve the unimaginable.

Your last offensive was brilliant in its unexpectedness. He remembered what he had told you about the capabilities of the bō. That its main techniques revolved around slashing, swinging and stabbing. That the weapon itself should be treated as an extension of one's limbs.

And you have interpreted it differently, yet clever in accord to the situation, then he initially expected of you. He underestimated your battle awareness and intelligence.

He had once compared you to a delicate flower; only had he failed to realise that his blossom was not a mere sakura, equipped with the beauty of heart and accomplishments, but a white rose with thorns - bewitching those who look upon her petals with her elegance and pure beauty - and punishing those who would greedily dare to pluck one out.

His musings came to a stop as he heard you stir, crabbing in response to attempted movement.

"[Y/N], my love, are you awake?"

You wanted to ignore the voice pulling you to the world of the waking and turn to the opposite side but you soon came to realize that your body refused to abide by your wishes, and the pain of moving also dragged you further away from a blissful sleep, "Ugh, five more minutes."

The Thunder God laughed, a sound you would otherwise find delightful but were not in the mood for right now, "I need to change your bandage."

"Humph, okay." You knew you were being an insufferable brat, and that Raiden was doing it for your good, but it was still all his fault for putting you through the gutter in the first place.

Well, technically, you were the one who had suggested the idea to him in the first place so, the fault should foremost, lay with you, but fuck that. You weren't feeling rational at all.

"I might need help sitting up, Raiden." You mumbled bashfully after making a scene.

"No need my love, I only need to access your left arm." There was nothing but endearment in his voice which made you drop your pouty act quicker than Cage's jaw after Sonya agreed to go on a date with him.

He shuffled you around as it was necessary for him, not a peep leaving your closed mouth even as the movement of the bandage prodded your cut near your shoulder. If your silence distressed the god anyhow, he didn't show or tell, you simply carried on in silence until he had you settled comfortably against the headboard.

"Is there anything else I can get you, my dear? Water? Anything to eat?"

He was ingratiating in his care and it made you feel fuzzy to know how much he valued your comfort. You wanted to reply with something cheesy along the lines of: I only need you. But you were feeling genuinely thirsty so you didn't hesitate to voice your need.

"Ah, I prepared you oolong tea, if you want?"

You nodded and it wasn't long before he came back with the whole tankard of it, choosing to share a cup of it with you. You sighed happily after a sip of the pleasantly warm liquid. It wasn't too hot to burn your tongue, nor too cold so it wasn't drinkable anymore.

It was perfect, as was your Thunder God.

There wasn't much for you to say, for once, and you didn't want to force conversation. But you did reach for his big hand to entwine it with your, stroking the back of it while you downed the rest of your tea. It brought a small smile to his thin lips and return your simple affections.

He liked to take care of you. To jump at your every need. It gave him enormous happiness to see you comfortable. Your comfort became his comfort in as much as his comfort became yours.

"And now, I want my man beside me. Have his arms wrapped around me as I rest against him."

It was as if the god had been waiting for that kind of invitation and you couldn't hold this against him. It was kind of cute actually. You've always favoured being the little spoon in bed, and now your mind would simply refuse to let you fall back to sleep without him under you.

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techav · 4 years ago

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Fixing What Ain't Broke

I was recently given a Dell Inspiron netbook. It's a pathetically under-powered thing with an AMD E2, 4GB of RAM and 32GB eMMC. It could barely hold and run the Windows 10 installation it came with, and even Ubuntu was a struggle. It needed some upgrades. More memory, better storage.

Upgrading RAM was easy — it supports up to 8GB of DDR4, and I just happened to have a compatible card laying around.

Storage was harder. While this series of netbook did have models that supported SATA hard drives, this particular unit didn't have the SATA port populated, and was missing a buffer and some passive components as well. Clearly not a viable option without schematics, BOM, and a hot air rework station.

This model also didn't have an M- or B-key M.2 slot for an SSD. All it had was an A-key M.2 slot for a WiFi+Bluetooth card.

A-key M.2 provides a single PCIe lane and a single USB data connection. Usually WiFi will use the PCIe lane, and Bluetooth uses USB. It's not ideal, but an NVMe SSD can work on a single PCIe lane. It should still be faster than eMMC.

The problem of course is an M-key SSD will not physically fit in an A-key M.2 slot, and it would require sacrificing WiFi. What good is a netbook without the 'net?

The first step was to get an A-key to M-key M.2 adapter. These aren't too difficult to find, but unfortunately none seem to break out the A-key USB signals.

I also picked up a cheap USB WiFi adapter. Sure, it was small enough I could have just left it in one of the USB ports, but I wanted a clean, invisible installation. I didn't like the bright LED on the WiFi adapter flashing, and I didn't want to risk snagging it pulling the netbook out of a bag.

So after confirming WiFi worked in Linux, I tore it apart and set about finding a way to install it internally.

Power for the adapter was easy — I just had to wire it to the power/ground terminals on one of the existing USB ports. I could have wired the USB data the same way, but then I would have had to remember not to use that port. It would be far better if I could use that USB data connection on the A-key M.2 slot.

The first thing I tried was soldering wires directly to the USB pads on the M.2 adapter board. It was some of the tiniest soldering I've done in a while, but lots of flux got me through it. Unfortunately it didn't work. There just wasn't enough of the pads to solder to without disrupting their connection to the socket. I never could get a connection all the way through.

Time for a new plan. There wasn't enough room on the back of the M.2 socket to solder wires to, so I traced the signals back a little ways until I found some test points.

These test points are tiny — far smaller than the pads on the M.2 edge connector. Thankfully though, they were spaced far enough apart I could solder to them individually without bridging the two.

It's certainly not the prettiest solder job, but it works. I'll probably come back later and add a dab of glue or clear lacquer to help hold the wires in place.

In the end, I consider this project a success. I upgraded the memory and primary storage without sacrificing WiFi, and from the outside there is no evidence of any modifications. That E2 CPU is still nothing exciting, but with a fairly lightweight Linux distribution like Xubuntu, it's a decently usable little device. It'll do just fine for some lazy weekend browsing.

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ask-de-writer · 4 years ago

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SULA’S SONG : Part 25 : THE END OF THE SUN’S DAUGHTER : A World of Sea tale

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SULA’S SONG : THE END OF THE SUN’S DAUGHTER

Part 25

De Writer (Glen Ten-Eyck)

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Jenna started by saying, “The first thing that I thought of is sort of a principle. If we are going to do a total refit for war, the needs of fighting have to come first. We can fit our people around what's needed for combat.”

Master Guliard interrupted, “That is very true. I . . .” he paused and visibly struggled to be diplomatic. “May I put that up in the boatshop for everyone to see?”

Mistress Culark amended that by saying, “We need it up in every shop, Ducky. Not just yours.”

Sula pointed back to the drawing and asked, “What do you think that we will need, Jenna?”

Jenna bit her lip and fearfully said, “I thought of several things. To be sure what I want to show you I need to know if we are going to use fire weapons, like the Borens are using?”

Mistress Culark confirmed, “We are, my little hawk. We are making some that we can throw by catapult.”

Jenna nodded thoughtfully to herself and then surprised them all by saying, “I thought so. Loading them will be dangerous, won't it?”

Mistress Culark looked at Jenna with a seriously dawning respect and said, “They will be safe enough to handle and fire from the catapults. If you mean filling them, you are right. That is the most dangerous part of using them.”

Now sure of herself, Jenna pointed at the drawing and suggested, “Make the Armory a lot bigger and put it right here in the middle of the section. It should use all three decks. Make the filling part on the bottom deck and make the floor easy to drop out if there is a loading accident. That will put both the burning stuff and anyone in there down into the water. That gives both the crew and the ship the best chance of living through the accident.

“Run fireproof corridors to magazines fore, aft, starboard and port. While I watched the battle at the Gathering, I saw how we used our catapults and how the Haghunter used theirs. We need our strongest ones up forward, and one or two strong ones astern, as well as the all of the regular catapults.”

Master Guliard thought for a moment and Sula was pleased to see him start to reject the idea and then get a grip on himself. Thoughtfully he looked and finally said, “We could do that. The amount of damage that we already have in the center platform means that we have to completely restructure it. It will need a lot of calculation to do this but the basic notion is sound. I especially like the idea for the weapon loading bay.”

Just as Jenna was relaxing some Sula said, “When I asked you to think of these things, Jenna, I didn't expect this. What made you think so deeply?”

Jenna's young shoulders began to shake. Tears came to her eyes and she sniffled before she was able to get a grip on her emotions. “Ma'am, I was out with you in your boat at the Starseeker wreck. All of those people were murdered. I knew and played with seven of their kids. I identified them all when we brought their bodies aboard. I knew children from the Morag, the Morgan and the Lucky Lady too.”

Even red and rimmed with tears, Jenna's eyes hardened and her back stiffened. “Ma'am, You gave me a chance to put a harpoon into those killers who have turned their backs on the Law and the Dragons. I want our ship to send as many of of them to Dark Iren as we can before we get sent to him ourselves.”

Master Guliard regarded the child before him and asked, “Why are you so sure that we will be sunk? We will be better prepared for war than they are.”

Jenna nodded, “True, Master. They not only outnumber us, we will be fighting in waters that they know. They may simply swarm us until we have nothing left to shoot at them or maybe they might trick us into shallows on a Dragon Tide.” Bleakly, she added, “Like the Strong Skin that killed my mother and father, they don't take prisoners or save survivors. Mirenda and Master Rokor are good foster parents but I don't expect to live long enough to have a child of my own. Perhaps I can keep the Borens from killing many other children.”

Sula nodded a sympathetic understanding, her own eyes tearing a little as she said, “I wish that I had your faith in Dragons to sustain me, Jenna. I won't try to hide the truth from you. I think that you are almost certainly right. On all points. We have to oppose the Boren fleet, even if we die in the attempt.”

After studying the rest of Master Guliard's damage reports and Mistress Culark's weapon designs Sula came to a decision. “This is all better than I had hoped for. Still, we now need all of the rest of the Masters in on the rebuild. We will have the meeting in the starboard mess room. Jenna, will you go to find them and let them know, please?”

With a brisk, “Aye, Ma'am!” Jenna left on her errand.

Master Guliard watched Jenna go and commented, “I think that child may be the most dangerous person on Sea. While the Borens figured out weapons to fight with and we worked on better ones, she was thinking about War, not just fighting. When she is old enough, if we live so long, I want her in my shop. She will probably wind up as an officer instead.”

The End of the Sun's Daughter:

For the next two weeks, Sula nursed her damaged vessel north. At last they reached 75 degrees North latitude and the legal safety of the Dragon Sea. The frigid waters teemed with schools of the twenty to sixty centimeter, eel-like gluefish. Boats put out to net the bounty of precious fish necessary to make the many specialized glue formulations needed to repair and rebuild the ship.

As the fishing proceeded, Strong Skins began to attack both the fish and the fishermen. The harpooners and catapult crews reaped fish after valuable and deadly fish. Their hides were necessary to make or repair almost anything.

It was quickly apparent that, in these latitudes, waiting for nightfall was wasted time. The sun never fully set, only barely kissing the southern horizon. The sun at nadir lit everything with a pale and ghastly light. Even at it's low laying high noon, it shed little to no warmth. The cooks needed far longer to get food ready with the big solar ovens.

Seeing that problem, Sula sat down to her big abacus and began to calculate. After a few hours, she took her results to the now very busy Master Guliard. He called over Willim, one of his journeymen, to look at Sula's design.

Rubbing his chin, Willim remarked, “Not too difficult. Tricky to get the first one to fit that curvature exactly, but then we can use it to make a mold and lay up the rest of them without any difficulty. We will need more Sidejumper scales to line them with than we have in stock at present.”

Sula said thoughtfully, “We just took three of them. Good sized ones, too.”

Surprised, Willim replied, “Three? They're usually pretty solitary.”

Sula nodded agreement. “I know, Willim. The way that things are going right now, I would almost say that the Great Dragons are helping us. Pity that I don't believe in them. I think that we have simply found what a sea untouched by human fishing is like.”

Willim closed and opened his eyes slowly, a respect to Blind Mecat, the Dragon of Wisdom, and said, “Perhaps, Ma'am, it's both.”

Sula grinned and said, “I can accept that. Now get on these new reflectors for the cooks. We need lots of hot food and the old reflectors aren't doing the job.

“We also need to process all of these gluefish and our old equipment is falling far behind the catch.”

Willim agreed, “With all of the repairs and refitting, we do need better equipment for the glue processing. I could take this plan of yours and make one two or three times the size. Those gluepots are big.”

Sula just said, “That sounds good. Do it. I will leave the work in your hands.”

On her way back to her cabin and some shred of warmth, Sula saw Nightwatch Allen hard at work. He was keeping the ship's children enthralled by some tale or other. Instead of words, he seemed to be conveying the story by gesture alone. The reason for that was obvious.

Neither he nor his charges were cold at all. They were swaddled head to toe in thick black garments that only showed their eyes. Even their hands were thickly gloved. In spite of their faces being fully covered, they sometimes interrupted . . . with gestures of their own. Nightwatch Allen always responded comically as if he were surprised or indignant. That always brought a flutter of hands from the children.

One of the children started to say, “But what was the Dragon's na . . .” and was instantly pulled back by a hand over his or perhaps her mouth by a child behind. Embarrassed, the silenced child raised a hand and made a series of gestures.

Those, Nightwatch Allen responded to with gestures of his own. As she watched, Sula began to realize that there was a genuine language being used. She wondered how he managed to teach it to the children so easily.

Back at her cabin door, Sula saw a small change. There was a ribbed plate attached to the panel. A small stick like a short chopstick hung from it by a string. Curious, Sula ran the stick across the ribs. The noise that it made was louder than she expected. Looking closely, she saw that there was a resonating chamber under the surface, making it a sort of small drum that used the door panel as one of its heads.

Sula went into her cabin. Since it was not her watch, Jenna was not there. Sula walked to the chart table and got some crumbs and spread from the dish that Jenna always left there for Little Peep. She fed him but before he would take any for himself, he first stuffed the craws of his four nestlings.

Sula tried to sleep but, as so often these days, her dreams chased her back to wakefulness. Apparently she got more sleep than she realized because Jenna was crouching beside her, tucking another blanket over her Captain. Sula could see that Jenna was smiling at her by the set of her body and head. Her cabin girl was fully covered by the same dark garments that Sula had seen on the other children at the storytelling session.

Reflexively, Jenna started to gesture at Sula and then said, “Sorry, Ma'am. Did you sleep well? You didn't toss as much as usual. I brought you a breakfast. It's on the chart table. I'm afraid that Little Peep raided your bread roll. I hope that you don't mind beak marks in it.”

Sula smiled and sat up, pulling her blankets close. “I don't mind sharing with Little Peep at all Jenna. May I have that breakfast now?”

Jenna managed to look guilty as she put a cover over the plate and set it on a small device. Sula grinned, “You let the little guy swipe my bun! What is that thing?”

As Jenna turned her head, her headcloth turned along with her gaze, the eye holes staying firmly in front of her eyes. “Yes, Ma'am, I did. He was hungry. This is a heating device that Mikal made. He is one of Master Guliard's apprentices. It has an oil reservoir and several wicks. It lights with this little bulb. See, I push the bulb and it lights the oil in the wicks with a tiny bit of anhydrous drier.” Sula watched with interest as her plate heated and steam began to rise from the cover.

When Jenna brought her the hot plate of food, Sula fell to with a will. Her flashing chopsticks made short work of the food while it was still warm. Replete, Sula noticed that Jenna had blown out the heater's lamps and covered the device.

Sula asked, “Jenna? What are those gestures that I saw you using?

Jenna paused and thought carefully about something before saying, “Ma'am, we children were sworn to secrecy by Mister Allen. Captain, I can only tell you because you are the biggest child on the ship. Mister Allen calls it Dayspeech because we can use it anytime that there's light enough to see. We children use it among ourselves so that we won't interrupt or interfere with all of the important work that is going on. Mister Allen uses it to tell us stories to keep us entertained and out from underfoot.”

Gently Sula pressed, “And how did you all learn a whole new language so easily?”

Jenna shrugged and fluttered a hand before replying, “We didn't. It's just Drumtalk.” She held her left hand palm up and placed the open fingers of her right hand into her left palm. “See? My palm is the drumhead. The first two fingers are the signal sticks, the third is the word end stick, the little finger is the pause punctuation stick, thumb is the exclamation and question stick and a short finger clench is a paragraph. A fist says that you are done.”

Jenna began to slowly and silently beat on her left palm, “It is Dayspeech when we take away the palm and hold the fingers up where we can see the beats.” She finished with her hand up, fist quickly clenched and released.

Smiling, Sula laboriously signaled back, “That was clever of Nightwatch Allen.

“Where did you get those warm looking clothes?”

Jenna clearly, by her body set, grinning, signaled back, Mistress Malein, the tailor and Mikal working together made them for us.”

Thoughtfully, Sula asked out loud, “Jenna, will you please find Nightwatch Allen, Mistress Malein and Mikal and have them report to my cabin?”

Jenna pointedly looked at Sula's hand. Sula returned another big grin and carefully, but already more quickly, signaled the request in Dayspeech. Jenna promptly signaled assent and scampered off on her errand.

Sula laughed to herself at the way that Jenna was including her as one of the ship's children. In an odd way, that inclusion helped her to deal with the emptiness that she felt where Davaros should be. Having the ship to distract her mind from her loss helped too. There was so much to be done. Thank the Dragons for so many details to attend to.

Sula was at work, redoing the ship's entire mast, rigging and sail plan, her big abacus's beads clicking rhythmically. There was a clear scratching rattle from the door. Sula clapped her hands in invitation and the door slid open. It was Jenna accompanied by Mistress Malein, Mister Allen and Mikal.

Sula offered them cushions to sit on and said, “I called you here because the three of you are connected in something that we need for the ship.”

Mikal looked puzzled. He asked, “What could that be?”

Sula pointed to Jenna and then gestured, “Come here, Jenna. They need to understand the importance of your outfit.”

Nightwatch Allen's eyes widened as he saw Sula's use of Dayspeech. He filled in, “The children's clothes are that important?”

Sula nodded seriously and replied, “They are. We presently have five of the crew, three women and two men, in sick bay being treated for frostbite or at least severe chill to the point of dangerously reduced body temperature. Clothes like these could prevent or reduce the problem.”

Sula turned to Nightwatch Allen and said, “Jenna tells me that you came up with the basic idea. Why black?”

Nightwatch Allen shrugged, “It catches heat easily. Besides, Mistress Malein has practically a hold full of black canvas.”

Sula chuckled and pointed out, “These are far more than just canvas. Whose idea was that?”

Mistress Malein said, “When Cole, um, Mister Allen, explained what he wanted I made up a layered cloth. There is the canvas shell, two layers of Master Stimm's thickest knit and a satin weave inner liner. That is why the clothes are a bit bulky. At least none of the children are getting very cold.”

Sula smiled her praise and said, “That is quite ingenious. When Jenna turns her head, the eyeslits stay in front of her eyes. How is that done?”

Nightwatch Allen pointed at Mikal and said, “His idea, Captain. The first time that I turned my head and wound up looking at the inside of the hood, I knew that we needed something. Mikal was off watch. Since he and I get along, I asked him about it. He made a small sort of mask out of black finished Strong Skin. It fastens behind your head and is sewn into the hood. Each mask is specifically fitted to the wearer.

“Jenna, take off your hood so that the others here can see how it works.”

Jenna reached up behind her head and untied the securing string. She then slid the whole hood loose. Blushing, she handed the hood to Sula. Sula thoughtfully asked, “Why are you embarrassed, Jenna?”

Ducking her head, Jenna replied, “You get used to being covered up really easily. It's cold without it.”

Sula replied, “I see. Mistress Malein, Mikal, this is quite well done. Can you do these quickly? We need to fit everybody aboard with these clothes.”

Mistress Malein said, “I have the other cloths in plenty for the task but we will need a lot more of the knit. It wouldn't hurt if it was even thicker or fluffier, somehow.”

Jenna almost fearfully raised a hand. Sula nodded to her and Jenna pointed out, “The knit cloth is easy to make. I made some for Master Stimms' demonstration. We kids could make it, if somebody set up the loom for us.”

Nightwatch Allen gestured something at Jenna, who grinned and fluttered her right hand at him. Sula gestured, “I caught that part about volunteering but what was the hand flutter, Jenna?”

Jenna gestured back, “That's how we laugh without sound.”

Sula promptly fluttered her right hand.

Mikal and Mistress Malein were looking on in bemusement. Sula explained, “Mister Allen warned Jenna that if she keeps on volunteering, someday somebody will put her to work. I will too. It appears that we have the answer to this whole problem. I will leave you to it. Mikal, if Master Guliard objects, tell him that I have assigned you to this task for now. Dismissed.

“Mister Allen, please remain. I have another task for you.”

After the others were gone, Sula said, “The Sun's Daughter sank three days after that squall.”

Nightwatch Allen looked about in mock surprise and commented, “How did I miss that? I think that I would have noticed it.”

TO BE CONTINUED

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• Learn how to learn from those you disagree with, or even offend you. See if you can find the truth in what they believe.

• Being enthusiastic is worth 25 IQ points.

• Always demand a deadline. A deadline weeds out the extraneous and the ordinary. It prevents you from trying to make it perfect, so you have to make it different. Different is better.

• Don’t be afraid to ask a question that may sound stupid because 99% of the time everyone else is thinking of the same question and is too embarrassed to ask it.

• Being able to listen well is a superpower. While listening to someone you love keep asking them “Is there more?”, until there is no more.

• A worthy goal for a year is to learn enough about a subject so that you can’t believe how ignorant you were a year earlier.

• Gratitude will unlock all other virtues and is something you can get better at.

• Treating a person to a meal never fails, and is so easy to do. It’s powerful with old friends and a great way to make new friends.

• Don’t trust all-purpose glue.

• Reading to your children regularly will bond you together and kickstart their imaginations.

• Never use a credit card for credit. The only kind of credit, or debt, that is acceptable is debt to acquire something whose exchange value is extremely likely to increase, like in a home. The exchange value of most things diminishes or vanishes the moment you purchase them. Don’t be in debt to losers.

• Pros are just amateurs who know how to gracefully recover from their mistakes.

• Extraordinary claims should require extraordinary evidence to be believed.

• Don’t be the smartest person in the room. Hangout with, and learn from, people smarter than yourself. Even better, find smart people who will disagree with you.

• Rule of 3 in conversation. To get to the real reason, ask a person to go deeper than what they just said. Then again, and once more. The third time’s answer is close to the truth.

• Don’t be the best. Be the only.

• Everyone is shy. Other people are waiting for you to introduce yourself to them, they are waiting for you to send them an email, they are waiting for you to ask them on a date. Go ahead.

• Don’t take it personally when someone turns you down. Assume they are like you: busy, occupied, distracted. Try again later. It’s amazing how often a second try works.

• The purpose of a habit is to remove that action from self-negotiation. You no longer expend energy deciding whether to do it. You just do it. Good habits can range from telling the truth, to flossing.

• Promptness is a sign of respect.

• When you are young spend at least 6 months to one year living as poor as you can, owning as little as you possibly can, eating beans and rice in a tiny room or tent, to experience what your “worst” lifestyle might be. That way any time you have to risk something in the future you won’t be afraid of the worst case scenario.

• Trust me: There is no “them”.

• The more you are interested in others, the more interesting they find you. To be interesting, be interested.

• Optimize your generosity. No one on their deathbed has ever regretted giving too much away.

• To make something good, just do it. To make something great, just re-do it, re-do it, re-do it. The secret to making fine things is in remaking them.

• The Golden Rule will never fail you. It is the foundation of all other virtues.

• If you are looking for something in your house, and you finally find it, when you’re done with it, don’t put it back where you found it. Put it back where you first looked for it.

• Saving money and investing money are both good habits. Small amounts of money invested regularly for many decades without deliberation is one path to wealth.

• To make mistakes is human. To own your mistakes is divine. Nothing elevates a person higher than quickly admitting and taking personal responsibility for the mistakes you make and then fixing them fairly. If you mess up, fess up. It’s astounding how powerful this ownership is.

• Never get involved in a land war in Asia.

• You can obsess about serving your customers/audience/clients, or you can obsess about beating the competition. Both work, but of the two, obsessing about your customers will take you further.

• Show up. Keep showing up. Somebody successful said: 99% of success is just showing up.

• Separate the processes of creation from improving. You can’t write and edit, or sculpt and polish, or make and analyze at the same time. If you do, the editor stops the creator. While you invent, don’t select. While you sketch, don’t inspect. While you write the first draft, don’t reflect. At the start, the creator mind must be unleashed from judgement.

• If you are not falling down occasionally, you are just coasting.

• Perhaps the most counter-intuitive truth of the universe is that the more you give to others, the more you’ll get. Understanding this is the beginning of wisdom.

• Friends are better than money. Almost anything money can do, friends can do better. In so many ways a friend with a boat is better than owning a boat.

• This is true: It’s hard to cheat an honest man.

• When an object is lost, 95% of the time it is hiding within arm’s reach of where it was last seen. Search in all possible locations in that radius and you’ll find it.

• You are what you do. Not what you say, not what you believe, not how you vote, but what you spend your time on.

• If you lose or forget to bring a cable, adapter or charger, check with your hotel. Most hotels now have a drawer full of cables, adapters and chargers others have left behind, and probably have the one you are missing. You can often claim it after borrowing it.

• Hatred is a curse that does not affect the hated. It only poisons the hater. Release a grudge as if it was a poison.

• There is no limit on better. Talent is distributed unfairly, but there is no limit on how much we can improve what we start with.

• Be prepared: When you are 90% done any large project (a house, a film, an event, an app) the rest of the myriad details will take a second 90% to complete.

• When you die you take absolutely nothing with you except your reputation.

• Before you are old, attend as many funerals as you can bear, and listen. Nobody talks about the departed’s achievements. The only thing people will remember is what kind of person you were while you were achieving.

• For every dollar you spend purchasing something substantial, expect to pay a dollar in repairs, maintenance, or disposal by the end of its life.

•Anything real begins with the fiction of what could be. Imagination is therefore the most potent force in the universe, and a skill you can get better at. It’s the one skill in life that benefits from ignoring what everyone else knows.

• When crisis and disaster strike, don’t waste them. No problems, no progress.

• On vacation go to the most remote place on your itinerary first, bypassing the cities. You’ll maximize the shock of otherness in the remote, and then later you’ll welcome the familiar comforts of a city on the way back.

• When you get an invitation to do something in the future, ask yourself: would you accept this if it was scheduled for tomorrow? Not too many promises will pass that immediacy filter.

• Don’t say anything about someone in email you would not be comfortable saying to them directly, because eventually they will read it.

• If you desperately need a job, you are just another problem for a boss; if you can solve many of the problems the boss has right now, you are hired. To be hired, think like your boss.

• Art is in what you leave out.

• Acquiring things will rarely bring you deep satisfaction. But acquiring experiences will.

• Rule of 7 in research. You can find out anything if you are willing to go seven levels. If the first source you ask doesn’t know, ask them who you should ask next, and so on down the line. If you are willing to go to the 7th source, you’ll almost always get your answer.

• How to apologize: Quickly, specifically, sincerely.

• Don’t ever respond to a solicitation or a proposal on the phone. The urgency is a disguise.

• When someone is nasty, rude, hateful, or mean with you, pretend they have a disease. That makes it easier to have empathy toward them which can soften the conflict.

• Eliminating clutter makes room for your true treasures.

• You really don’t want to be famous. Read the biography of any famous person.

• Experience is overrated. When hiring, hire for aptitude, train for skills. Most really amazing or great things are done by people doing them for the first time.

• A vacation + a disaster = an adventure.

• Buying tools: Start by buying the absolute cheapest tools you can find. Upgrade the ones you use a lot. If you wind up using some tool for a job, buy the very best you can afford.

• Learn how to take a 20-minute power nap without embarrassment.

• Following your bliss is a recipe for paralysis if you don’t know what you are passionate about. A better motto for most youth is “master something, anything”. Through mastery of one thing, you can drift towards extensions of that mastery that bring you more joy, and eventually discover where your bliss is.

• I’m positive that in 100 years much of what I take to be true today will be proved to be wrong, maybe even embarrassingly wrong, and I try really hard to identify what it is that I am wrong about today.

• Over the long term, the future is decided by optimists. To be an optimist you don’t have to ignore all the many problems we create; you just have to imagine improving our capacity to solve problems.

• The universe is conspiring behind your back to make you a success. This will be much easier to do if you embrace this pronoia.

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sugar-petals · 6 years ago

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Hav u done predictive readings for who the boys will end up with & how their career will go etc?

a 2020 career prediction i’ll publish at the end of december! their future partner we’re doing now. i added some angel oracle cards today ♡ those describe the theme of their relationship.

Jungkook: QUEEN OF CUPS

Hallelujah! Oh yeah. That’s an ideal card, picture perfect. The Queen of Cups is quite possibly one of the best partner allegories to have because a) Cups rule smoothness of relationships and emotions and b) she’s a royal card which indicates a highly developed state of mind where things finally come to fruition unlike with the aces and pages. Jungkook will mean so, so much to his partner. That’s a twin flame or soulmate connection we’re talking here. A really beautiful and dignified person, a little touchy feely, but experienced with love. They can really depend on another. Maybe they’re from Busan like him or the shore generally, the sea plays an important role for the Queen of Cups. There are tiny little cherubs on the card, I’m thinking he’ll be treated like an angel. It’s a very healthy relationship that leaves nothing left to be desired. As for looks: It might be a blonde, taller person whose favorite color is blue. There are cliffs on the card that remind me of Cornwall’s coast. The English theme is pretty consistent in his readings lmao we’re dealing with an excellent speaker. And, because it’s a court card with quite abundant imagery, it’ll be a S/O of quite some status. I am sure the person will be known to us already, or at least a big deal within his or her family. It’s queen energy, so the mom friend is right on their way into JK’s heart. Another aspect is that his partner might be rather spiritually inclined — mind you, every person is spiritual, how aware you are makes the difference — or even psychic. Water signs ahead; Pisces, Scorpio, Cancer.

— angel card: “Playfulness — To bring about romantic feelings, allow your youthfulness to shine with delight.”

Taehyung: THE EMPRESS

Yet another powerful female archetype, this reading does not mince words. And also a very wholesome outlook, it’s very similar to the Queen of Cups vibe, or Queen of Pentacles if we’re looking at other tarot suits. I was really happy when I saw this card come out. The Empress almost always signifies kids, the theme is fertility. Taehyung will live a very lavish life with this partner. The card has so much opulence and positivity on it. Nature, food, pillows, ample garments, jewelry, good weather, and harvest time. And, of course, the Empress is fairly curvy, so expect either Taehyung gaining weight in the future or his partner being chubby. It’ll be the good life, in a good place, with the right person. There’s a settled and satiated feeling there. Stagnation could be possible after a while because this card gets too cozy. However, loyalty and a ripe sexual life are like glue to the union so I don’t see Taehyung stress anytime soon there. The card gives me plenty of clues how his home will look like as well, it’s highly decorated and comfortable. Interestingly enough, we see a huge wheat field surrounding the Empress — hence the card symbolizes fertility — so I wonder whether Taehyung’s dream of getting involved in farming will play out. I mean… coincidence? The countryside will take on an important role in any case, maybe with photography as well. Tae marrying a farmer’s girl, who knows! Beautiful card, definitely. It’s a good prospect for him. The Empress is major arcana so, this state of happiness will last him for a giant while and it’s destined. The boy will shed a tear no more.

— angel card: “Attraction — you receive love by enjoying the moment.”

Yoongi: KNIGHT OF SWORDS

It’s the fastest card of the tarot! The power of swords paired with a knight on his speedy horse is quite a combination. Yoongi’s future partner is not going to waste time to charge right into sweet honey boy’s life. We’re dealing with a hothead, athlete, extrovert. I don’t think Yoongi has to do as much as crook a single finger to get things going. In fact, he’s the one waiting it out. He’ll just lean back and poof there is his significant other bursting into his life. Though I gotta say, the Knight of Swords has a detriment and that is: He leaves as fast as he arrives, and you have to be sure of your boudaries. Major burnout dangers there. The relationship might be short compared to say Namjoon’s or Tae’s reading. It’s Yoongi’s part to make this last if that’s what he’s going for. It’s a sword card, there have to be efforts and mental clarity involved to solve the problem. Though, someone rushing towards their love interest with so much passion has a good reason why he or she does that. Yoongi could get snatched away by someone else, with so many people interested in him you really have to be determined. With the archetype being a knight I also know it’s going to be someone younger than him, there’s a certain rebellion to the card. It has military energy. Yoongi’s partner will be one outrageous and direct person. They are 100% unafraid to face off with Yoongi, they have better comebacks than the master of sharp remarks himself. When it comes to sex, Yoongi will probably forget his own damn name after that ride. This person is wild as hell. It’s not a fellow sleepyhead as we saw in the ideal type reading, but a S/O bringing him out of his dreamy world. There’s a strong encouragement for Yoongi to achieve a lot more when he enters that relationship, it’s a power up to be expected here.

— angel card: “Worth the Wait — Divine timing predicates your relationship.”

Namjoon: TEN OF PENTACLES

Nice! Wow. The tarot says Namjoon is blessed. This is the card of wealthy, happy old age. He’s headed right for it already. In all tarot suits, the 10 indicates fulfillment. E.g. the Ten of Cups shows relationship completion because cups stand for love, the Ten of Swords shows total defeat because swords symbolize conflict, the Ten of Wands signifies complete effort/exhaustion since wands represent impetus. So the Ten of Pentacles equals coming full circle in terms of material things as pentacles are responsible for all tangible value in life. He’ll be living blissfully with his S/O. Everything is cared for. We’re talking long-term relationship here. The card shows an old man settled in his favorite coat and spot. Namjoon has a kind of master plan to gently arrive in his 80s, 90s. It’s not a surprise, we know he looks ahead, the tarot is aware of it, too. And yes: He will finally be able to answer his question “Who the hell am I?”. Ten of Pentacles means: Identity found. I had to wipe away a tear for that one man. I think it has to do with the location. The setting of the card is like a polished type of town with castles. A bit Italian, Mediterranean. Not as modern as say Seoul, bigger cities. It could be him moving to a warm country where things are slow, antique, and indulgent. I once said Namjoon has a type of European mindset going on, if he moves there it with his loved one or his partner is European it wouldn’t be shocking. There are two dogs on the card so, Joon will have pets involved in the partnership. The 10 of Coins also shows a couple immersed in a chat. His S/O is primarily someone he can talk to about the world, it’s a very conversation-heavy union. Now, the old man on the card could also show that he finds another old soul— we’ve had that topic come up in the other readings as well, the tarot is sure he’ll meet someone on par. Earth sign energy here.

— angel card: “Love Without Fear — Open your heart to give and receive the highest of energies.”

Hobi: THREE OF PENTACLES

Even more pentacles. Taurus, Virgo, Capricorn is possible. His partner is a darn good team player, their friendship bond is strong. First thing that came to my mind, they’ll build a house together or get busy working around their home in some kind of way, that’s interestingly enough the central theme I get from the card. Distribution of chores and general tasks is a big thing, and they’ll be planning a gazillion industrious things from what I got through the imagery. There’s an abbot, architect/craftsman, and monk seen on that card working on a church wall embellishment. One gives directions, the other has drawn a sketch that illustrates what kind of decor the abbot wants to have on the church wall, and the third guy does the crafting, hammer and chisel in hand. It’s not a love-related card per see so it’s important to point that out. It could hint at some pretty huge artistic collaborations coming our way instead. If you combine that, it could happen in a way like… Hoseok gets with someone he collaborated/collaborates with sometime soon, or a little later. Yup. Chicken noodle soup with Becky G on the side! Their chemistry is amazing and she is so cute, it’s very much possible. Or, in a wider sense, it’s someone from an upcoming project. That’s interesting. It seems quite sure that Hoseok won’t retire after BTS even if he’s pretty damn rich already, he’ll stay in the industry and foster (=embellish) his career with a strategy behind it much like the abbot on the card. We’ll get to know his partnership(s) along the way, but the tarot says it’s not top priority. Pentacles are earth sign energy so Mercury, Saturn and Venus are what will dictate that union, it’s the overall pragmatic energy that’s taking center spot. Also, since the church is so prominent on the card, Hoseok is working towards marriage nine times out of ten.

— angel card: “Fresh Love — A new person has stirred your romantic feelings.”

Jimin: FIVE OF SWORDS

That one is… sigh. The odd one out in this post. How do I put it. It’s a series that just doesn’t break. Jimin constantly gets the messy cards and not so love-friendly swords when I do relationship readings on him. There is something going on and I kind of hate it already. But the tarot is being adamant so we have to decipher what’s going on and see the resolution, there’s more to it than just the cards doing him dirty. The Five of Swords pictures a battle aftermath with a mischievous winner and two defeated parties walking away sore. The winner picks up the weapons left behind to hoard then. So when it comes to his future S/O, we’re talking someone wants to play win-lose with Jimin’s insecurities and will get away with it because they’re strong, sly, and full of themselves. They don’t have his best interests in mind, especially when quarrels go down. Lack of harmony overshadows the relationship. There’s some major bullshit and that’s scary. The partner is like a leech, leaving only Jimin pissed, it’s not a lose-lose situation, things are wholly unequal. Picking on Jimin leaves their ego inflated and intensifies resentment. Working against each other over working with another is going on. Jimin has to walk away from that situation and mend his wounds, and never return. It’ll be a period of growth in his life ahead where he becomes aware just how giving too much and being defeated by that does him no good, as well as learning how to spot douchebags who don’t care about him. The Five of Swords is among the quintessential breakup card, it’ll be what defines his future relationship unless or until he has the grit to stop the fight and search for equity and affection instead of put-downs.

— angel card: “You Deserve Being Loved — You’re worthy of love.”

Jin: SIX OF PENTACLES

Pentacles, pentacles everywhere. I see that the hyungs have some financial themes going on, Jin’s card is emblematic of that. First let’s have a look what’s going on with the imagery. A wealthy man holds a scale on this card. He distributes coins to poor men kneeling before him. It’s an interesting symbol for a relationship, if not for another more important area of Jin’s life which could very well be philanthropy. He is the wealthy man on the card, sharing in just ways as the scale indicates. That could be providing for his partner a lot or simply doing charity together with them. I do have to say, and that is similar to Hoseok’s card, I don’t see too much of a romantic theme here which is surprising, but the tarot knows its ways. Some members might be doing partnerships much later in life or eschew them. With Jin here, I get a sense that business relations and deals will be an overarching theme in the near future. It could be the situation with his dad’s business in Germany the card is hinting at, and if marriage is involved, there’s a major exchange of valuable ideals and things involved between parties. A recurring theme is class difference though, the same popped up in the last reading. Jin’s status will be much, much higher but he can tip things into balance with a fairness mindset, Libra energy. A huge gap will be bridged. Last but not least, mea culpa: I think I’ve been missing the obvious interpretation there. The signs are everywhere in the cards for his readings, and oh my god: Jin is the member who’ll get together with a fan.

— angel card: “Children — Kids will have an influence on your love life.”

#PS: i already pulled the career reading cards this week and i can say #u can def look forward the results were interesting #bts tarot reading #anon #cub mail 🐅#tarot #bts tarot #bts

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HOLLYWOOD MOBSTERS Starring Bill Skarsgard and his family ch 6

ch 1 ch 2 ch 3 ch 4 ch 5 ch 7

Warnings: violence discussed, cussing, angst, smut, fluff

Bunny’s bedroom dance: Love Me Like You Do

Photos from esquire Singapore September 2019, Calvin Klein, IMDB and Ejalo’s Instagram

Bunny shimmies out of Bill’s arms in the morning. She is getting her outfit back on when Bill wakes.

“You ok?” He asked as he sat up body drizzled with sweat from sleeping so close to her.

She tied the outfit around her neck looking at him acting all nonchalant, “Yeah, I’m cool. No big deal.”

Bill whines, “I’m sorry. Did I hurt you? I just meant to make you feel good. But if you want to leave, I won’t stop you or anything. Just…” He laid back down pulling the sheet over his head turning away. “Don’t tell Alex I fucked up again. He will kill me for hurting you. I can’t believe this wasn’t fucking real.”

“What?” bunny looks over at him. When she sees Bill has buried himself, she goes to sit on the side of the bed. “Bill you made me feel things I never thought I would or could with a man but I thought you were just looking for a one night stand to make you feel better, feel something good.”

“I’m not fucking like that at all Bunny,” He cried under the sheet that shielded him. “But get the fuck out of here. I will get my own place soon enough. You do not ever have to see me again. Before Genna there were other women who I thought cared but fucked me and left. You are not the first and you probably will not be the last. You were fucking leaving so get the fuck out already.”

“Bill,” She rubbed his back though the sheet. “I haven’t even slept with anyone in ten years. I’m sorry, I didn’t believe you could possibly care for me. Look at me baby boy, please.”

Bill throws the sheet off and sits up to look at Bunny. His eyes red. “Don’t hurt me Mommy.” He touched her cheek.

She leans into his touch. “That’s a good boy. Mommy’s going to dance for you, okay?”

“I’d like that,” Bill smiled innocently. “Mommy can I kiss you before you dance for me.”

She nods. He moves in slowly as they close their eyes. His lips lightly brush over hers before staying for a long deep kiss. He pulls away. “I’m ready to watch you now Mommy.”

She gets up to go to the pole by the windows. Alex has a stripper pole in just about every room of the place. Girls, other than Bunny, have taken special clients to the bedrooms. It is an extra two-thousand-dollar fee but all have said they got their money’s worth and tipped the girls extra well for the evening. Bunny flips through the music on the phone and plays Love Me Like You Do for her special routine for bill’s eyes only. Bill gets out of bed completely naked to walk over to her when she is done. His arousal on display.

“Mommy can you help me now?” Bill looked shyly at her. He had a way of acting so innocent when he was looking less than innocent.”

“Oh, baby boy of course Mommy will always take good care of you when you are such a good boy.” She untied her outfit to let it fall off of her. “Just no more pouting or whiling or Mommy will have to discipline you.”

Bill nodding. He would pick another time to test what she would do to him. Bunny pushed him back towards the bed. He went willingly falling back when he felt it behind his legs. He watched with wide curious eyes as she straddled him. Bunny put his hands on her hip. She gasped lowering herself to take in his manhood. Whimpering softly her hips rolled to find that spot he hit before. Bill bit his lip watching her as his thrusts pushed in deep.

“Can I touch you more Mommy,” Bill groaned.

“Yes,” Bunny whined.

Bill reached down to work her clit as she road him.

“Fuck, more.” She begged as she road him harder.

When they came together it was like a blessing. Bill held her close. They rested awhile, before Bill ordered Pizza and cloths for her. They showered together making love again before actually getting cleaned up. She threw on a robe. Bill put jeans on to go get the things that should be at the back door. He comes back. Hands her a bag with a new dress and under garments.

Bill stripped his jeans off and got back in bed with a piece of pizza, “You can leave the cloth in the bag. I think its Naked Sunday.” He chuckles.

Bunny giggle as she slides off the robe. She crawls over to him going to take a bite of his pizza. He pulls it away. They are laughing when Alex is walking past the door. He smiles at the match even though it means he can no longer tell her everything that has been on his mind this past week. He knocks.

“How’s everything going?” Alex teases as he listens to them scurry.

Bunny puts her robe back on. Bill slides on some boxers before answering the door.

“We’re fine Alex,” Bill leans on the open door. “What’s up?”

“Can we talk in my office,” He smiles at Bunny. “I will just still him away few moments baby girl.”

“Its fine Daddy,” She giggles. “It will give me a chance to put some clean linens on the bed.”

Alex nods with a grin. Him and Bill walk down the hall.

“Its good to see you, happy brother,” Alex opens the door for Bill to step into the office before him. “But business does have to continue.”

“What do you need me to do Alex?” Bill crosses his arms over his bare chest.

“Gustaf is going to have to heal before working again.” Alex poured a scotch on the rocks. He raised it to Bill, “Drink?”

“No thank you,” Bill waves the offer off. “Do you need me to take his place?”

“Yes,” Alex takes a sip of his drink and walks to his desk to sit. “I know you haven’t worked for the family full time since you were fifteen, but we really need you now. Truth be told you were always a bit better at picking things up and dropping them off then Gustaf. He always wants to try to talk to are friends. You intimidate people more. Especially now. It’s a good trait little brother. I don’t even remember why you stopped helping.”

“Because it fucking sucks,” Bill mumbles. “I had other options Alex. I never thought I’d be back in this whole thing. I’m here now. I will help with what ever you need. Do I have to keep secrets from Bunny?”

Alex chuckles, “She knows everything. She’s good to talk to when things go sideways, isn’t she?”

“Yeah,” Bill blushes.

“Go on and get back to her,” Alex makes a shoo shoo motion with his hand. “Just don’t do anything that makes her want to go against the family. I don’t want to deal with that sort of problem again.”

“What do you mean again?” Bill looked at his brother curiously.

“Nothing,” Alex put his feet up on his desk. “I’m interviewing a possible new girl in a few minutes, Go have your fun with Bunny. Tuesday night you have a job to do.”

Bill nods and heads out. He crosses paths with small nervous looking blonde. He smiles, “break a leg.”

She smiles, “Thanks.”

Bunny and Bill spend the day in bed talking, eating, and having minding blowing sex in her opinion. It is extremely good in his mind. He teaches her some diffident positions that she never thought she would enjoy. He has her toes curling time and time again until he needs to carry her to the bathroom to clean up.

“I better be able to work by Wednesday night,” She laughs.

“We can take a break on Tuesday,” Bill grins.

On Tuesday after he is off work, they decide Bill will move into her loft apartment. They had already been caught naked running after each other in the club by Alex when they thought no one was there. He just suggested they be at least partially dressed when out of the bedroom.

Alex starts sending Bill on runs since Gustaf cannot do it. Everything goes smoother than his first time. Word got around Bill killed all the guys at his first run, so they feared him. The Thomas Family representative just dropped the cash in front of Bill and backed away slowly. Bill grabbed the cash and dropped the products at their bar. Same as he did with Gustaf. He kept the money and cleaned it at his bank the next morning. Bill had gone from not wanting to be apart of the family business at all to doing a shit load of dirty work out of guilt mostly.

Valter’s graduation party was held at the main family home. Angel was by his side stuck to him like glue until Alex needed a private word with him. By that time, she felt comfortable sitting with Eija, Bunny, and Bill. She really wanted to get to know Bunny so maybe she could be a dancer at the club when She moved to Hollywood for Valter. It was perfect timing since two dancers had decided to move on when they were married and only one new dancer was hired. Valter and her were planning to move into Bill’s old place.

Valter grabs a note pad and pen from Alex’s desk as Alex starts to speak.

“We are all so proud you little brother,” Alex gushed

Valter wrote on the paper BUG ON MY CHEST, “Thanks Alex. I worked hard. I’m ready to help the family out how every you need me.”

Alex nods, “I would still like you to work the bar if you would like that. It would entail you balancing the books for that part of the club. You would distribute the tips from the bar tip jar to the girls at the end of the night also. Do you think you could handle that?”

“I could do that. Angel still wants to be a dancer.” Valter writes THEY TOLD ME TO ASK YOU THIS NEXT THIS, “Is there anything more you would like me to do involving other business?” “Angel can try out as soon as the two of you get settled,” Alex nodded his understanding. “Bill is going to be our delivery man of coca cola to the other bars. As long as the other bars don’t try to bully our family to join them in less legal activities. The Malforals are not happy we refused to do all the things they want our club to be involved in. They pretty much admitted to your brother what happened to his girl was their doing. To tell you the truth I would rather not do business them, but I fear we have to so no one else is hurt.”

Alex was willing to sell out the Malforals. Maybe get rid of them for good if the F.B.I. busted into their club and killed or arrested all of them. He knew they would not get taken in without a fight. It would be good enough pay back for trying to kill Bill and Gustaf.

“Probably a smart idea,” Valter said uncomfortably.

“I have some paperwork for you and I to go over since you will be taken over as head bar tender,” Alex takes the paperwork out of the desk for Valter to sign.

Gustaf and Stellan come in from a walk.

Bill stand with Bunny to introduce her. “Papa this is Bunny Nisson.”

“Nice to meet you Mr. Skarsgard,” She smiles politely.

Stellan looks a little caught off guard for a moment. Then smiles, “Well isn’t this kismet. I knew your Father Miss Bunny. You and Bill use to play in one of those tot cages your mom liked to use while the adults had tea.” He chuckles. “You’re a very lovely woman. Are you Keeping Bill out of trouble?”

“I’m trying,” She giggled

Alex and Valter walked out of the office.

“Excuse me kids,” Stellan nodded. “I need to speak with Alex. He motioned for Alex to follow him outside.

Bill teases Bunny, “I knew you looked farmilar when I saw you.”

“Yeah,” Bunny giggled, “you seriously remember playing in a playpen with me when we were babies.”

to be continued...

#mobsters #bill skarsgard smut #bill and bunny #bill skarsgard #alex skarsgard #valter skarsgård #Valter Skarsgard and angel #gustaf skarsgard #stellan skarsgard #fiction #fantasy #original story #love #smut #angst

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endearingsalt · 5 years ago

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Hear me out: typical Among Us red amigurumi except 3 or so rounds before the leg split, add black, hold together, create scalene triangle design over the course of 3-5 rounds, switch to black and F/O red, complete. Depending on size either add small gold bead to left chest area or if large enough use embroidery floss to create appropriate insignia. Boom. TNG Command Red Among Us amigurumi. Minimalistic, but seems like enough to get the idea across, as Among Us is minimalist in design anyway.

Current size concept: 4 inches tall, roughly fist size, which may be large enough for the embroidery floss idea to work. Could theoretically embroider directly onto the item, but the crochet would likely be too difficult a surface for any detailed work, so working the insignia separately and then attaching via a few baste stitches seems like the better option.

Most glaring problem area is weight distribution for standing purposes. Legs will likely be large enough to attach a small washer to each, but that won’t be heavy enough for an item that large. If stuffing is used for the top and the legs are each filled with polypelts (held inside sewed-up pantyhose, ofc), that may create enough balance. Last resort would be to find a small metal or plastic rectangle that can be hot glued to the two washers, creating a stand.

I have most of the above, so cost estimate is only red and black yarn (Caron simply soft comes to mind) and the pantyhose, barring need for a metal/plastic rectangle and hot glue. If that’s required, I’d likely leave it without until after it’s given, and then ask if it’s preferred, anyway. Due to the minimalistic design, the most complex part will definitely be the insignia. Time estimate from gathered materials to total completion is 5 hours, though probably not all in one sitting.

Edit: Insignia design will likely involve 2 rounds of a gold circle, with a black bar consisting of 6 total ch basted to the back, with 2 exposed ch on either side (may be more than 6 total depending on gold disk size). Silver triangle in the center will likely have to be embroidered directly onto the floss, which will be tricky, but if my crochet stitches are tight enough, should be possible. I don’t want to have to buy a smaller hook than my current smallest 2.25, so I may hold 2 strands of floss together and create a slightly chunkier insignia, which may actually work well with the overall Among Us design.

MORE EDITS BECAUSE I HAVE GENIUS FRIENDS: I use an Among Us pattern for a dead avatar, and put the scalene triangle on that half. I then go to an Among Us pattern for a live avatar and complete only the top half. The helmet will be filled with polyfill and the bone will need to be the same height as the top half, so that it supports the top when put together. I have some jewelry wire I could weave around the bottom edge of the top half, allowing it to support itself when placed over the bottom. The most glaring problem area is ensuring the item looks at least relatively sleek when the two halves are combined, as that’s likely how it’ll spend most of its time. That really just comes down to precise gauges and the wire fitting snugly around the top of the bottom half. New time estimate is 7 hours.

#marie talks #before today i had 0 plans for my brother but if i can get my act together this might actually work

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nightkitchentarot · 5 years ago

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68 Bits of Unsolicited Advice

From Kevin Kelly, editor of Wired Magazine...

It’s my birthday. I’m 68. I feel like pulling up a rocking chair and dispensing advice to the young ‘uns. Here are 68 pithy bits of unsolicited advice which I offer as my birthday present to all of you.