#especially the ones that are extras from a set

[trh0d3s]

Manager In The making!

Ch 3!

Saja boys x human manager reader

Warning this is not beta read so I’m sorry if it’s not as good as the others😭

It’s been a couple hours rooted to your spot only looking away from your computer at passing groups gushing and praising the new song. You can hear the music coming off their phone or leaking out of earbuds, singing the lyrics together or humming it to themselves.

 That’s what you’re aiming for in this career. You know sometimes your shortsighted, and rush ahead for opportunities that only bring you back down. This feels like a good thing being scouted to help manage something so amazing even, it can’t stop the feeling in the back of your head. Like something was wrong but you couldn’t put a finger on it, was it because they came from overseas? Maybe the black card? The leader gave it away so carelessly, you may have all your credentials and info on your resume but’s it’s Craigslist for Christ’s sake. You should be the one scared right now actually…

You look back to your computer you’ve spent so much time staring at the people around you it turned off. You try and turn it back on but no luck it’s died from constant use. Pretty good sign for you to take a break and grab the charger back at home, maybe a shower too? You ran out so fast that morning leaving yesterdays mess for today’s problem. You get up and clear out the table you were occupying, cups strewn around that some of the boys left. You grab the crumbled paper Jinu gave you and tuck it into your wallet next to the card.

Theres a small crafts shop that does prints close by usually run by teenagers or college students needing extra money or discounted supplies. They close late to accommodate students on deadlines, that’s how they get extra cash. Pretty good work ethic especially since it’s going to help you out.

You pass by on your way home, didn’t look as busy today the last couple days people were in and out Gathering supplies for shirts or big signs in hope their favorite idol group saw them.

You were a frequent customer when given work for off handed jobs but it’s been slow lately. You’d buy small bentos or the frequent cup noodle at the small corner in the back reminding everyone breaks where needed for success. You’d know, you spent countless nights at that small corner milling over what to get. That same same sign taped to the small freezer every time you opened it.

Right now, you just want to wash your hair. Sigh.

The apartment was still the mess you left it in, wrappers on the floor by the couch. A half-eaten burrito. Wonder where you got that from? Was it before when you got a case of beer or after during the hysterics.

You kick an empty can out the way that rolled into the hallway one goal in mind before having to suffer all over again. Pain is gain!

Cleaning up to the best of your ability, throwing away trash and fixing your living room to look like you didn’t have a pre mid life crises. State of mind is shown through the living space you got right? Got to at least act like you know what you’re doing.

The shower was short and sweet. NOT! You spent half the time scrubbing your hair, shoulders and arms. Think you could still smell romances hair gel on you. First thing get that man some better smelling hair spray or at least hair cream and drown yourself in your own cologne. No longer smelling like cheap hair gel and dying dreams, you step out wringing water out of your hair into a towel.

You look outside your window, sun long setting, the area should be clearing out by now and you desperately need to get back to work. Getting dressed and drying your hair haphazardly you walk out the door, the crisp air hitting you in the face.

You pull out your phone to message Jinu through that stupid email he has to meet you outside the same alley, you needed some assistance. You’re going to get some free labor out of this.

Only streetlights lit your path, shops closing up and the lonely supplies store around the corner. You don’t know how long your able to keep waiting for Jinu to show up. You sigh turning to direction of the crafts store to start already, should be expected of the manager to do everything by themselves. “Don’t blame me if I can’t map out where you’re dancing and you fall over like idiots…” Mumbling out with a huff, you can get this done in no time.

“Is our manager calling us names?” You swivel around ready to punch someone only to almost bump into Jinu, his hand covering his mouth in mock shock and betrayal. You hear a snicker behind Jinu and lean to the side to see who was laughing at your misfortune! It was baby laughing into his hand but he wasn’t laughing at you more at Jinu the rest of his entourage close behind.

“I think they were calling you an idiot Jinu!” Baby spits out catching the attention of the two loiterers, romance struts up to you in long strides, Abby close behind to pull you in under their arms trapping you between them. “We leave you for a couple hours, asking for our help then calling us idiots?” Abby drawls out in a fake sad tone “Thought we had something sweet heart” Romance chimes in leaning too close to your face, this must be what hell feels like.

You push his face away, palm to face trying not to shove too hard but he’s REALY trying to find out, maybe you should invest getting a spray bottle? Would do his hair and you a favor. “Nope. I’m not doing that right now. Why did all of you come anyway?!”  

Jinu steps up into the light the yellow of the street lamp reflecting across his eyes.

Trick of the light. Very dismissible.

“Can’t go sightseeing after dark? Just wanted to help our amazing manager out you know. I know how much numbers mean to you, so I’ll get our dance floor ready for you!” He chuckles to himself like he’s doing such a good deed helping their poor manager out. You really don’t care that much though not wanting to play into this high rise he’s trying to do. But You really did need to know the spacing.

“Then mind some of you follow me? I need some extra hands.” Jinu nods to abby and mystery to follow you, sharing a couple glances with each other that could only be translated to one thing. Behave. They followed you down the brick street, baby tagging along just to watch what you were doing leaving with a glance behind him. This was not what  he saw his night going.

Jinu watched you all leave, sending a crow to follow after you and keep track of his boys. Directing romance to stay and do what he promised he would do. Romance sighs before walking around the space pretending he knows what he’s doing.  Jinu looks back at where you left before walkong into the dark corners of the plaza. where he’s meant to be, passing shops, houses and streets to where he needed to be. Crossing between broken lights and dark corners truly a shadow in the dark.

  A small producer that worked regularly on game shows, he scouted him out before completely coming here it was why he brought everyone, needed you fully distracted. He was just a typical man with a typical life and typical sins.

Like greed and envy.

Gwi- ma whispers in the back of his mind, clawing and waiting. He’s hungry Jinu and you need to feed him. The hunger of decades nothing can satisfy him now. Jinu. Feed him. Feed him. FEED HIM

Click.

The man’s shoes stagger alone at the side of the street, a rough night at the bar it seems.  He Reeks, alcohol and sweat mixing with the air.  jinu can feel the disgust course through his body before coming out of the shadows, bumping into the business man. The man staggers off into the side walking under the flickering bulb of a street lamp.

“I’m sorry sir” He said in a rushed-out breath, rubbing his shoulder like it done something to him. He bows and steps closer. “Now if you could just look at me” He steps under the fluttering bulb, every flash yellow eyes shines in the darkness.

You look back down the street you just came in through. Did you forget something? No, you said your piece. You really only needed one person to help you carry the flyers back…

You huff walking to the supplies shop fully aware of the odd squad following you. Mystery a little too close for your liking but not uncomfortable. The corner of your eye baby is looking around; hands stuffed into his jeans but his gaze always ended at the back of your head. You whip your head around trying to catch him but he’s already looking away a cat catching his interest.

“While you’re with me. Got a particular style or am I allowed to choose?” That catches Abby’s interest, he’s hanging back staring up being too tough to notice us. Poser.

Baby looks back to you while holding onto mystery’s collar it looked like he was trying to chase after the said cat.“You can choose I wouldn’t know the style here” He drags mystery back beside you as Abby matches pace for once. “Choose his too I don’t think he’d mind” Mystery shakes his head no settling down next to you.

“Make sure to accentuate my best features-“Abby starts flexing next to you making you step back in mild disgust and amusement. Ew. Man sweat in your face. You can’t help but laugh though was he trying to impress you or himself? You chuckle and pat his bicep lightly pushing it down from its flexing position. “I’ll make you picture worthy”

You make it to the front of the store, soft lighting inviting you in. Opening the door you keep it open for the boys to come in, mystery lingers a little behind making sure your coming in too. Curious one he is. Like a puppy kinda?

The college student working at the register greets you with the same overworked greeting. He gives you all a glance before looking back down to his paper scribbling away. You look up to him, new worker? Haven’t seen him before but it’s usual for college kids. Usually when it’s big orders like this you have to get your own paper and ink. Shop policy but it’s not your money.

You travel down the small aisles the boys branching off into different sections, you already know where to go. “Abby come here and hold this” you peek over the aisle trying to spot him but he walks up behind you annoyed. “Arnt you the manager?” You interrupt him by putting two stacks of copy paper into his hands along with ink letting him fumble with it before finding balance. “It’s your fault you tagged along” you hum turning your back to him glazing over once more of the selection, maybe you should get some extra sticky notes and tape? He grumbles more as you add on to his pile begrudgingly following you as you walk to the back corner where baby was at.

Ah. The snack and small meal corner, how you missed thee. Baby was staring at a cup of spicy noodles chili pepper challenge must be one of the personal picks employees can do every month. Has be a prank who would want this? Oh. Baby wants this. Well, you can’t fall short on giving your employers what they want. You grab the noodles and throw it into the pile before looking for something for yourself. Abby has to move to the side to catch it like he’s playing goalie with your demands. This was why he didn’t want a manager in the beginning! But noooo Jinu said it would make them less suspicious if they had someone as a front!

You grab yourself a energy drink and triangle kimbap looking around for mystery but you can’t find him. You hear a voice calling for you at the back is that..? A short elderly woman comes out of the draw bead door a little too spry for her age especially at this time of night. “_______? Is that you _____?” She smiles at you the creases around her eyes crinkling seeing you.

“Miss nana?! Thought you were taking time off? you know late nights isn’t good for your sleep apnea” she waves you off making her way to the counter to shoo the college boy to the printer and start it up she knows what you needed, she always did. “You must be projecting loves. I’m still young and fit to work with the kids!”  She makes it to the counter where you finally see mystery in the corner looking at the small Knick knacks the women keeps around. “We haven’t see you in a while. Finally sleeping?” She leans in over the counter to look at your face before laughing. “Nope but it looks like you have work your enjoying again?” You chuckle at her comment pulling Abby along with you to the counter “and a boy toy?” She giggles into hand before seeing the other two walk up behind me. “Oh I see how it is”

You look up at her with the most bewildered expression. You? With them? Your employers? Rather pass out on the train tracks from exhaustion. “Yea no miss nana they are just my employers. We are actually setting something up in the square tomorrow you should check it out” You wave her off handing the papers and ink. Abby starts sputtering pointing to you and then him before back to you. “Lady I know I’m a whole package tied in a bow but I have more taste that” He leans into the counter a smirk on his face proud of himself but she only looks at him then to you. “You could do better” That forced you to look away and snort out a laugh, you love this women.

“All of this please miss nana and could you warm this up?” You hand her the cup noodle and she looks it over then up at you. “Remember the last time you had something like this?” The civil war flashbacks you’re having right now. That fateful day you were working under civil management. “Please don’t enlighten me.” Abby getting over his minor ego breakdown to get his crap together and swivel his head around to the older women. “Tell me then!” Baby walks up beside you curious about all the yelling.” tell you what?”

You look at him in betrayal you thought he was the good one?! Mystery’s your favorite now. “Miss nana please not now! I have a lot of preparing to do so embarrass me later!” She chuckles finding the predicament and red face hilarious. You were always so easy to mess with, wonder how you could  stay so long in your line of work. She goes to the back to grab the kettle of hot water and come back to continue talking. “How many copies you need loves?” She pours it in while you fish out the hard drive and black card to hand over to her. Her aged hands set down the kettle taking the hard drive and card in her fingers “200 copies if you don’t mind” you take the cup noodle she was preparing and hand it to baby while grabbing disposable chopsticks. Not sparing a glance at him more like shoving it into his hands and hoped he didn’t drop it.

You made sure the sides didn’t spill in your moment of distractedness, He looks down at his hands the hot noodles steam rising up into his face. It smelled good…He didn’t listen to the rest of your conversation gathering the noodles with his chopsticks to dig in. It’s been so long since he ate something so good, is this the evolution of humanity? Mystery leans in behind him curious so he holds up a noodle only for mystery to scrunch his nose at the spicy aroma. More for him then. Baby stands behind you in his own piece of heaven as you argue playfully with the old women about the card.

The old hag yells for college boy now known as Jin in the back handing him the usb and go print. He nods tiredly like on autopilot the underpaid worker is not as blessed as his name suggests. She looks back down at the black card after she swipes it under the card reader the purple sheen reflecting from the Luminescent then back at you. Two stacks of flyers dropped onto the counter with a thud the sound interrupting her train of thought.

“Mystery take this for me “You drop the stack into his hands not finding Abby behind you so you can’t make him suffer. “Go find Abby outside I think he’s chasing his lost protein powder  or something” He leans a little too close smelling the air for a second then doing as you say going outside. You decide to ignore this it’s probably from the cup noodles they gave baby earlier. “Miss nana are you staying long?” You smile down at her before checking your watch but she just looks at you and then the boys outside. Taking your hand in hers placing the card in it she speaks in a low motherly  voice. “Be careful hun  I know you are smart but being smart won’t help you if you are not careful” Did she know something? You open your mouth to comment on the change of tone but her face erupts in a smile and pushes your shoulders to the door. “Now go and finish up. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” She says lifting a brow waving you off with, a smile breaks on her face watching you erupt into redness again.

“Ah- I’m not you!” You run out into the street red faced in both frustration and audacity almost bumping into mystery who was standing at the door waiting for you. “Crap my bad…” you look up at him staring at you? You couldn’t tell so you just started going around taping flyers while he followed after you. “Abby get your butt over here!”

Abby looks away from the crow perched on the lamp post already annoyed. Great more Manuel labor. He sends the crow a glare but it only blinked at him before narrowing its own eyes at Abby. Stupid bird with a stupid hat. Even when Jinu wasn’t there he was still watching.

He walks over to you ready to take the stack from mystery only for him to pull away. Is this not what he was called for? You pay them no mind too busy taping flyers on windows smoothing out wrinkles. This is really starting to piss him off what are you good for if you can’t do this without help. Should’ve killed you when they had a chance, taken your soul to Gwi-ma and make him happy. He stalks up to you from behind letting his arm hang low as purple patterns travel and appear. His nails gleamed when he raised his arm ready to strike.

“ACK- HEY!”

You turn around to Abby getting attacked by a bird? With a hat. A bird with a hat is swooping down and pecking Abby.

This has to be the best day of your life.

 He’s swatting at the bird trying to duck away from it. “I’m sorry I’m sorry! I won’t do it again!” How did he piss off this dripped out crow? He starts running around baby and mystery trying to lose it but no avail. He’s messed up gotta pay the price. You shake your head in disappointment grabbing another paper from mystery’s stack you called him over so he WOULDN’T get into trouble. “Let’s just go…the others must be waiting” you turn away from Abby letting nature do its work, as you walked you taped up more around stepping back to see your progress. Shoddy but it’s to be expected, baby helps you out to after laughing his ass off watching Abby suffer, he saw what he was trying to do. When Jinu says not yet it’s not yet. Why didn’t he help you then? He was too busy chowing down and savoring his noodles, The Man has priorities.

You make it back to the plaza, romance was leaning against a empty stall Jinu was walking around the main area with a stick he found. He flicks his wrist discreetly and the crow backs off Abby retreating to the roof tops. He throws the stick to the side like a little kid getting caught to walk up to you with a smile. “So how do they look!” He takes a flyer off mystery’s stack to look it over eyes widening, it’s better than he expected. “Good work, we uh had a good run too I’ll send you the details” He pockets the flyer and grabs half the stack to dump in Abby’s arms. “You help our manager too” He announces looking Abby in the eye with a warning glare a bite to his tone.

You roll your eyes and motion mystery to follow you before throwing a roll of tape to romance. He catches it with a smirk before dropping it Peter quill style. Ha, loser.

With all this help you get done faster than originally planned, you were going to stay out later to finish up but it cut your timing. This must be really important if their out like this helping their manager. You try and Finish up, taping a flyer around one the the many roads leading to the square it has to be the last one right? Hopefully Abby’s actually helping and didn’t dump them somewhere. You hum to yourself ripping the tape with your teeth which may or not cut your lip a little. You know better but you don’t bother to actually remember to get proper tools.

You could feel your shadow getting closer to you, Mystery was standing over you again still holding what’s left of the stack he wouldn’t let you take it from him. Why was he standing so close? Turning to confront him he leans in close dipping down to inhale at your collar this time.

 “You smell good…”

 Pause, that was the first thing he’s ever said to you, just to smell you? He mumbled it but it was clear with how close he was to you. You did scrub yourself down and drown yourself in cologne, but personal space exists for a reason!

Mystery looks down at you through his bangs, why are you so red? He just said you smelled good. After years down under with a bunch of demons your sense of smell can be clouded. If he was honest, he liked it up here better but he can’t really say anything without consequences…. He didn’t care when you started hitting his chest out of shock, pushing him away. They didn’t feel like anything anyway. Humans are weird.

Your face explodes before turning into a glare smacking mystery’s chest to push him back. Mystery isn’t your favorite anymore! Why is everyone trying to mess with you today? You’re the damn manager! And he’s still staring at you…what part of over seas is this normal? The demon kind ______. (YOU DUMB BIT-)

You walk out of that alley back to the main square you are not dealing with that right now. You rather keep your sanity for another hour or what’s left of it. The boys seemed to be done already, discussing with each other quietly but the aggressive whispering from Abby told you that you shouldn’t butt in. So you send mystery to, he can pay his price by potentially getting jumped.

“Are you done already? Thank you so much!” You exclaim wandering to around to check out their work, not bad but not better than you of course.  You look down at your phone to check the time geez 12 already? “You should probably head back by now it’s getting late…” your words die down when you turn around to no one there. Ah, they disappeared again..….dam magicians.

Your phone vibrates a new notification coming from your email, you open it up letting the bright light illuminate your face. It’s a response to the submission to be on play games with us. Weird thing was…you didn’t even press send yet.

————————-—-Out takes—————————

Give mystery the chance and he will.

Mc: Between Abby, Baby and Mystery, there are three braincells. Mc: And Baby has all three of them.

If you got any comments on how I can do better please do tell me!

[dearceleste]

astro obs pt 4

hey guys! Trying to be consistent for a bit ha! This is an old draft, hope you like it!

ps: these are my observations of what I “personally” found beautiful in charts of people I like! What I find beautiful you may not and it’s ok! I originally added pictures and celebrity examples but chose to remove them instead for some reasons;))

Venus conjuct Rahu in 1st/5th/10th house (Sidereal)

hypnotising beauty! Siren like, the one you get lost in! Extra points if Venus is in Pisces , Libra or Sagittarius

Pluto or Uranus in 2nd house

they have something very striking about their eyes! Usually sharp inner corners and contoured eyes/dark circles, almost intoxicated! Pluto here usually gives very striking dark colour while Uranus gives rather striking colours, personal observation lol

Venus in Virgo in angular houses, Virgo Rising (both sidereal and tropical)

Clean, appealing beauty! So well kept and clean, very striking and very youthful looking! High cheekbones or some very special angular face shape. Sharp eyes and/or jaw

Venus in Sagittarius or Neptune in 1st house

Doll beauty, beauty that is youthful and optimistic! Very charming and dove like! I have somehow seen the usual doe eyes, soft face and a relaxing, setting sun kind of beauty in these people!

Venus in Capricorn (well aspected + earth rising)

modelesque (idk if that’s a word lol) kind of beauty. Very steady appearance, a resting bad b face, feels out of reach or way too good for the people types!

Sun in Aries/Libra/Leo/Taurus (both sidereal and tropical)

very feminine or female appealing beauty! Usually very noticeable even from afar. People may find you very charming

Venus aspecting Jupiter

big facial features, big eyes and big smile and very golden aura! I don’t know why but these people almost have a dreamy appearance as if their appearance is almost blurred no matted how they look!

Venus/Moon in Pisces or positive Venus Moon aspects

Pretty when I cry type of beauty! Very big, watery, dreamy eyes usual downturned, eyes that seem deep and emotional

Sagittarius Risings (both sidereal and tropical)

I think the beauty differs based on people to people but they are so beautiful, they have some unique facial symmetry or proportionate! Usually a glowy skin! Very approachable, welcoming beauty!

Moon/Venus in Swati or Pushya

Very captivating especially! A beauty you get lost in, water like almost! These people have a very good ability to mirror people, have a presence of making you so seen and understood that I feel is part of the charm! Big eyes or watery, deep eyes.

A well placed/exalted Mars

you may argue well they aren’t conventionally beautiful or very approachable but they are usually very striking and confident given other placements support!

Of course, Venus Risings. I don’t even have to explain lol

Ok one last thing! Look at the inner planets to make better sense

Mercury/Saturn type of beauty is usually very proportionate, striking and posing. Fine wine types.

Moon/Jupiter type of beauty is very doll like, compassionate and almost first love like! Big features that reflect and show emotions.

Sun/Mars type of beauty is rather fierce and confident, more aura based, very sharp! Attention catching

Positive aspects to NN in angular houses usually give a beauty that usually appeals people regardless and just amplifies the effect of the other conjuncting planet.

ps! Next time a post through beauty asteroids they’re even better! lmk if you’d want that!

xx

[dollyzdaydreamz]

supernatural x little sister! reader fluff

its my car, jackass!

description: with the flu plaguing you and the impala broken down, dean is left no choice but to set his masculinity aside to drive your fur lined and bedazzled car to the next motel. along the way, sam recalls the time you almost drove off a cliff when dean attempted to give you a driving lesson in the impala.

warnings: none, just fluff and dean being bullied.

word count: 2.5k

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The crunch of tires on the snow blanketed pavement was soft, and the silence inside the car was comforting.

You were in the backseat, curled up under one of Sam’s huge winter coats. The scent of his hypoallergenic laundry soap, the one that you and Dean usually gave him shit for, wrapped around you in a cocoon.

It was nice given all that had happened in the past week.

You’d been fighting off a nasty flu, so the boys had to go on the most recent hunt without you. Then the impala broke down, so now Dean was using yours to drive to the next motel.

No one ever drove this car besides you, but it was still used to store extra equipment since it was so unsuspecting, especially since you were so keen on decorating every square inch of it with rhinestones and fur.

You leaned against the side door with a tissue box tucked under one arm and your flaming forehead pressed to the cool fogged window.

Even with medication, between the fever and the congestion, you dangled on the edge of delirium, unable to sit upright long enough to drive the car yourself.

So when Dean climbed into the car, adjusting the seat back so his legs could fit, he took one look at the interior and sighed.

He fumbled with your lanyard, searching through all your little keychains with furrowed brows to find the key to start the ignition.

“Christ,” He mumbled. Just as he was about to peel the fur steering wheel cover off, you leaned forward,

“No! Keep it on,” You rasped from the backseat.

“Hey, easy,” Sam placed a hand on you to keep you from lurching at him.

“Seriously?” Dean deadpanned, motioning to the wheel, “You're gonna make me drive with this thing?”

“It’s my car, jackass!” you coughed, “Not yours.”

On any other day, you’d watch your tone, but you supposed the haze of the fever had you making bolder choices.

Dean opened his mouth to protest, but Sam shot him a hard look.

“Fine.”

From your place in the backseat, you smirked as you caught a glimpse of Dean’s death grip on the wheel, the pale fur cover squished between his fingers.

“You sure you don’t wanna drive?” he asked, glancing at Sam.

Sam didn’t even bother looking up from the map in his lap. “You’re already driving.”

The dangling white Hello Kitty air freshener swung mockingly at him from the rearview mirror, ticking back and forth with every bump in the road.

“You know, maybe it’s a good thing Baby’s broken down,” Your voice rang out, scratchy, but cheeky nonetheless. “My car suits you better anyway.”

Dean shot you a side-eye in the mirror. “Shut up and sleep.”

“I don’t wanna sleep,” you mumbled, grabbing another tissue.

Sam shook his head, before glancing back at you. “You okay?”

You shifted slightly, “I feel dizzy.”

“You wanna sit up front? Might help.”

You nodded and sat up slowly, the movement making your vision wobble. As you reached for the seatbelt, Sam reached over from the passenger side to help. “Wait, I’ll help”

You groaned. “You don’t have to.”

“I know,” he said simply, already climbing out as Dean pulled over on the shoulder.

After helping you unbuckle, he reached out and rested a hand against your forehead. You froze for a second, waiting for the verdict.

“Still burning up,” he murmured, brows drawing slightly together.

Well crap.

“Here,” He brought a water bottle to your lips. “Drink some more water.”

“I’m not a baby,” You shrugged away, grimacing a little. “I can drink it myself.”

Sam rolled his eyes before handing it to you.

He held your elbow to steady you as you hopped out and slid into the front seat, shivering a little as you buckled in. Dean side-eyed you again, a little less grumpily this time.

“Better?” He asked as he merged back onto the road.

“Yup,” You sighed, settling in.

A few minutes later, you reached for the radio and turned it on.

Dean visibly twitched.

Sam raised a brow from the backseat, clearly enjoying Dean's irritation along with you.

“You like my playlist Dean?” You snicker, “It’s comprised of the finest pop icons. Katy Perry, Lady Gaga, Kesha…”

“I’m gonna crash this thing on purpose.”

“Oh please,” you sniffled, “I bet deep down, you like it.”

Dean didn’t answer. But he didn’t turn the radio off either.

As the car rolled to a stop at a red light, Dean's eyes tracked someone on the sidewalk. A woman in her mid-twenties, walking her dog, denim jacket, nice hair.

You clocked his line of sight,

“She’s pretty,” you grinned.

Then you turned up the music just loud enough to drown out the subtle purr of the engine and rolled your window all the way down.

“Heyy!” you called out.

She blinked and looked over.

Dean shot you a glare that said, don’t you dare.

“You’re beautiful!” you grinned, giving her a thumbs up.

The girl giggled, clearly flattered. “Thanks!”

He untensed a little, but not for long.

“And my BROTHER here?” You gestured to him, “He thinks you’re HOT—”

You were cut off as the car lurched forward like it had been electrocuted. You and Sam erupted into laughter as Dean scowled at the road,

“If you weren’t so sick I’d kill you.”

“Oh sure,” you chuckled. It trailed off into a coughing fit, a harsh, dry sound that had Dean glancing over instinctively.

Though his face was still a mask of irritation, a deft hand shot out to zip your jacket up higher, then fumble around a little to roughly tug the hood over your head.

You pulled the hood back in annoyance and slouched. As much as you needed to keep warm, you hated the stuffy feel of being trapped in your winter coat.

You were hot, but if you took your coat off, you’d be freezing.

If you didn’t blow your nose, you couldn’t breathe. If you did, your sinuses would ache from the exertion.

You hated the flu.

A few moments of silence later, you heard Sam in the backseat chuckling a little,

Your brows furrowed in confusion.

“What’s so funny?” You asked.

He shook his head, shoulders shaking as he hunched over to clutch his stomach.

“What’s wrong with you?” You turned in your seat, unable to help the little chuckle escaping you at his hysterics.

“Probably the cheap cupcake fumes getting to his head,” Dean huffed. His eyes scrunched at the dangling Hello Kitty air freshener, before he knocked it out of the way.

Sam caught his breath and leaned forward, “Dean, you remember the first time you let Y/N drive? She was what—like 15?”

Dean snorted. “You mean that time she almost killed us all?”

You gasped, sitting up straighter, “Hey! That was your fault!”

“My fault?” Dean scoffed, “Last I remember it wasn’t my hands on the steering wheel, Sweetheart.”

“Yeah, cause they were practically at my throat,” Sam shot back.

“Exactly,” you huffed, “I needed help but you were too busy arguing with him.”

“He was trying to provoke me!”

“Provoke you?”

As you tuned out their voices, the memory came back to you.

You were furious that your Dad was out on a hunting trip the day he promised to give you driving lessons.

Dean had been leaning against the doorway, waiting to take you and Sam to school.

He pushed off the frame and grinned, trying to meet your downcast gaze as he watched you walk past him toward the front steps.

He shrugged, worth a try.

It wasn’t a secret Dean had a soft spot for both you and Sam, but something about seeing his baby sister get turned away gnawed at something deep inside him. So when Dad said no to something, he was the one who got it for you anyway.

Sometimes with charm, sometimes with a crowbar.

He’d never forget the time he had to chat up a pretty cashier while he stuffed a for-display Barbie doll into his jacket that one Christmas.

Or the time Dad was out on a hunting trip and forgot to leave spare change. You padded over to him as you rubbed your stomach through your shirt, so he snagged a few snacks from the motel corner store and let you and Sam have at it.

Dad came back that same night and needless to say, he had a hard time explaining why you and Sam were buzzing around and jumping from one piece of furniture to the other with chocolate all over your mouths.

So when school let out a few days later and he turned down the usual route, Sam immediately narrowed his eyes from the backseat,

“Dean, you missed the turn.”

Dean didn’t answer until he pulled the Impala into an old, cracked parking lot behind an abandoned mall.

He threw the gear shift into park and turned to you with that familiar, lopsided smirk.

“C’mon, switch seats.”

You blinked, “Why?”

“You’re driving.”

Your eyes widened. “Wait—seriously?”

“Does it look like I’m kidding?” he drawled, though he sort of did, green eyes twinkling and brows raised.

You beamed, “So you’re actually gonna teach me?”

“Why not?” Dean shrugged.

You never thought this day would come. Hell, Dean didn’t even let you look at the impala for too long.

Sam sighed in the back. “She doesn’t even know how to start the car, Dean.”

“Shut up, Sam.” You bristled. The last thing you wanted was that nerd planting seeds of doubt into his mind.

Luckily for you, Dean ignored him, sliding out of the car and gesturing for you to take the wheel. You practically bounced over the center console and plopped into the driver’s seat.

Dean stood outside a second longer than necessary, looking at the Impala like he was about to hand over his child to a toddler.

Then, sighing dramatically, he climbed into the passenger seat.

Sam, already pale in the backseat, yanked the belt across his chest like it was a lifeline. “You know this thing’s a manual, right?”

You shrugged, “Yeah. And that means...?”

“Are you serious–”

“Doesn’t matter what it means, I’ll teach her,” Dean cut in.

Sam sputtered, “Doesn’t matter?”

Dean shot him a glare before he leaned closer, pointing at the pedals. “Left foot on the clutch, right on the brake.”

“Okay…”

“Good, now ease into first gear. Don’t pop it. Smooth, like flirting.”

“I don’t think anyone flirts with their feet,” you mumbled, following his instructions anyway.

Dean chuckled, “You’d be surprised–”

The car jolted forward and stalled.

Sam visibly flinched.

“Okay, not terrible…” Dean said, gripping the doorframe. “Give it another go.”

You tried again. And again.

You groan,

“Dean, I don’t think I can drive this piece of shi–”

“Yes, you can. Just take your time.” Dean said.

You sighed, “Alright then.”

Then, miraculously, the Impala rumbled forward.

“Yes!” you grinned, “I got it!”

Dean jolted forward, eyes wide and slightly panicked, he wasn’t expecting you to actually get anywhere,

“Alright–okay, you’re moving. Now ease on the gas.”

You did not ease. You zoomed.

“She’s going forty-five!” Sam yelped, grabbing the back of Dean’s seat.

“Fifty,” Dean chuckled through clenched teeth, “In a twenty-five…Kid’s got guts.”

“We’re so gonna get pulled over,” Sam groaned.

You grinned wildly, watching the trees whir past, “I’m not going any faster than Dean does.”

“Since when has Dean been a good example?” Sam scoffed.

Dean raised a brow, “Excuse me?”

“Don’t act surprised.”

Dean turned back, offended. “I happen to be an excellent driver.”

“You jumped a median to avoid a school zone.”

“That was tactical maneuvering!”

“God, where does this road even lead to?” You murmur as you begin to see less and less road signs and a hell of a lot more forest.

“Your bitching about my driving meanwhile I’m the one who has to drive your ass around everywhere–”

“I would drive if you would at least let me touch the steering wheel!”

As they bickered, you squinted ahead.

“It’s my car, jackass! I decide who drives it and who doesn’t.”

It seemed like you guys were on some sort of elevated terrain, but you weren’t sure yet if the road continued or if it was just messing with your depth perception.

“Guys?”

No response.

“Dean?”

“I don’t need your clammy hands on the steer–”

“Guys!”

Their shouting match came to an abrupt stop as they whipped their heads to you,

“WHAT?!”

You yelped as the Impala screeched to a halt, tires screaming as you stopped mere feet from a jagged drop-off.

Only the soft tick of the cooling engine, the window rustle of dry leaves from outside, and laboured breaths filled the cabin. Your heart was lurching out of your chest and your ears rang from the adrenaline.

Dean slowly turned to look at you.

You slowly turned to look at him.

The car may not have dropped, but his stomach sure as hell did at your expression.

It screamed ‘this was your fault’ along with a few other profanities he didn’t want to put a name to.

He gave you a sheepish smile. “Look, in my defense—”

You glared at him.

“...Okay. No defense.”

After a few seconds of pin drop silence and him glancing nervously at you from the corner of his eye, he spoke again.

“Y’know what? You don’t gotta to learn how to drive anyway.”

You raised a brow.

“I’ll always be here to drive you around, you know?...” He rambled.

“I’ll be like you’re…what’s the word I’m thinking of?”

Sam raised a brow, “—Chauffeur?”

“Yeah, your chauffeur.” He grinned, “Your knight in shining Chevy armor?”

You and Sam stared at him in silence, both equally as exasperated as you were confused.

He sighed, “Don’t tell Dad.”

You chuckled at the memory. Thank God your car was automatic.

You slowly leaned against the window, eyelids feeling heavier and heavier before they fluttered shut, the car’s movement lulling you to sleep.

In your haze of sleep, you were vaguely aware of arms lifting you out of the passenger seat.

“Don’t wake her,” Sam whispered.

“I know,” Dean replied under his breath, carefully shutting the door.

You felt the shift in temperature as the motel room door creaked open and warm air met your scarlet face.

You stirred just a little.

“Shh, I gotcha��,” Dean murmured.

You weren’t fully awake, but his tone echoed in your mind. It was familiar and comforting.

It was that tone he used when you were a kid. After nightmares, when you were sick and couldn’t sleep, or when you asked if Dad was coming back tonight and the answer was yet again, no.

He laid you on one of the beds and pulled the blankets over your shoulders.

Dean plopped the keys on the nightstand, “Sure she’s gonna be okay?”

“Yeah,” Sam nodded, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Just needs rest.”

Dean ran a hand down his face. “Good. I’m never driving that thing again. Felt like I was losing testosterone by the mile.”

Sam stood, clapping him on the back as he started toward the bathroom, “Guess it’s payback for making her drive manual.”

what do we think y’all?

the flu freaking sucks yo. I remember I got covid that AND that shit within the same year (T_T)

thank you to @spideys-nse for the request !!

[kenpachissluut]

„Webcam Bunny x Loverman69“ ᢉ𐭩

@bleachsmutfest kink x trope ❤️‍🔥

⚝ sum: living alone as a student can be hard these days, especially being completely on your own. so you decided to become an webcam girl, meeting the mysterious user named „Loverman69“ who was your biggest supporter. Is he by any chance just an hot guy with an little secret or just an old pervert creep?

⚝ warnings: fem!reader, ghostface mask, smut content, explicit language & dirty talk, toy using, masturbation, rough double penetrating masturbation, toys in p&a, squirting, ejaculation, secret admirer, lunatic stalker, obsession & possession, madness, mention of blood

⚝ wordcount: 2.2k

Sitting right before your webcam on your gaming chair in nothing but some black thigh highs and some sexy lace panties, as you began to play teasingly with your clothed wet core. Your pretty boobs are on bare display to wherever was watching you at the very moment. You had become a webcam bunny, trying to pay your expensive student loans. It was kind of humiliating but also exciting at the same time, to get so much money and attention just for some pervert old guys to jerk off to your streams or private videos.

One Man has particularly catched your personal attention, Loverman69. What an stupid cliche Username you thought in your head, but the amount of money he was paying you for your private videos were enormous. It started with an simple request such as doing an mundane but sensual striptease just for him. After some time the requests from him grew more bolder and a bit more risky. Asking you to pleasure yourself with some cute little toys, wanting to see you ride a massive dildo while you moaned sensually „Loverman“ into the camera. His Identity was an pure mystery to you, as the only thing you knew about him were his sexual preferences. Atleast in the private videos he requested from you, you knew he loved it rough and wild. Seeing how you loose yourself while roughly bouncing up & down on a monstrous dildo and at the same time messily sucking on another chunky dildo, like your damn life depended on it. It kinda did, sort of.

Today you were doing a private videochat with him for the first time ever, of course he payed you amazingly good for that extra privilege. As he turned on his webcam you could see his screen was totally black, showing only the outline of his seemingly bulky muscular frame, his face hiding behind a Ghostface mask. Here you thought he’s just an old creepy guy but it seemed like he had fooled you. Just looking at him from your perspective and what he was revealing to you, looked definitely promising. Not that you would act on it though, gotta remain professional.

„What do you want to see from me today, Baby?“ you asked in your sensual velvety voice, staring right into the camera while sitting in nothing but an red silken but skimpy lingerie set he told you to buy with his money. A deep rumbling chuckle escaped him through the screen as he leaned comfortably back in his chair.

„I have an different request for you today doll. It’s a bit more risky though. Are you sure you wanna hear it or do you wanna back down?“

A cold shiver run down your spine at his deep masculine voice, but who also sounded oddly familiar as you stared right back at him through the screen. Trying to catch a glimpse from his eyes from underneath the Ghostface mask, you failed and decided to just forget about that familiar feeling that maybe you could know him. „You know I’ll do anything you ask me to do baby. As long as it’s not some nasty stuff like peeing infront of you.“ An amused laugh escaped your lips at your own words, getting an rough chuckle in response to your bold statement.

„Nah, just want to see how you fuck yourself with the dildo you brought from my last money.. and maybe you could use another toy for your pretty ass aswell? Let’s call it a little double penetration just for my eyes only“.

His words left his lips like pure honey but with an sick perverse undertone and for a moment you could feel your knees grow weak at this mysterious man his words. Thinking for a moment about his nasty request about an double penetrating masturbation, you finally nodded in agreement.

„Fine will do, you will get to see how I fuck both my pussy and my ass but.. I do have an request aswell my dear Loverman69. Would you show me your face? I want to see who that man is who pays an amount of money just to watch me unwind“. An rough amused laugh echoed from your laptop, as he contemplated your bold words and the deal you made him.

„First gimme a hell of a show baby. And then I’ll maybe think about it. Only if you make me cum tho with your wonderful little show.“

You accepted this as an challenge, taking your laptop and positioning it on your shelf so he would get an perfect perspective. Gracefully you crawled on your silky sheets, wriggling your pretty ass right infront of the webcam for him and rubbing your soaked core over your clothed panties.

You could hear an satisfied hum and the unbuckling of his belt as he freed his cock to your eyes. You never saw his cock before but god damn was the sight impressive. It was massive and thick as hell, veiny and throbbing already with his precum. Your body shivered aroused at the sight and you gently slid off your panties, giving him an perfect view of your soaking wet cunt and your tight asshole. Slowly pushing two fingers past your entrance, sliding your digits deep inside of your warm tight walls. A low but deep growl escaped him as he began to stroke his monstrous length with his strong veiny hand watching you in total amazement.

„Good girl.. but come on show me more. You can do better than that sweetcheeks.“

You instantly obeyed his command and grabbed the pink dildo from your nightstand as you laid on your back, spreading your legs right infront of the camera. Slowly rubbing the vibrating dildo over your slick folds teasingly, wanting to gift him an amazing show he‘ll never forget. Carefully you pushed the dildo into your prepped pussy, sliding it deeper and deeper towards your sensitive cervix. He watches lustfully how you slowly began to fuck your pretty little cunt with the silicone dildo, increasing the speed from time to time. Your small hand came up to cup your chest, playing and stroking over your stiffened little peaks while fucking the dildo even rougher inside of your womb. You could hear the wet noises filling the room, thinking it would come from your pussy, but as you took a quick look at your laptop, you could make out the lewd stroking noises coming out from your screen. Seeing him so undone and fucking his own rough hand just because of you, spurned yourself even more on. You began to slam the dildo roughly in and out of your wet puffy cunt, your other hand grabbing another dildo slowly but deeply inserting it into your tight asshole.

„Fuck, you like this Baby? Like how I double fuck myself just for you hm? Take a good look, I have an little surprise for you.“ His interest was piqued and he began to stroke his hard length even faster, slippery wet sounds to be heard from your laptop.

„An surprise you say? Then show me what you have up in your sleeve baby.. Just a little bit more and my dick is ready to burst damn. Looking so good double fucking your little holes for me“.

Fucking the dildos roughly inside of your both holes, was an complete new experience but damn it was amazing and fucking intense. Your pretty mouth escaped heavy breathless moans as you pushed the vibrating dildo deeper inside of your cunt, until it pushed right against your cervix making you see stars right before your eyes. Your other hand idly and sloppily thrusted the toy in and out of your tight asshole, stretching you nice and widely just for him. His eyes were glued and focused solely on you, watching how you pleasured yourself and how beautiful you looked right now. Every penny he was spending on you, was totally worthy for him. Especially when he gets such an amazing show from you.

As you felt an big pool of heat right inside of your belly, you knew you were almost on the edge to break and from the sounds he was making, he also was fucking close. With two intense but deep thrusts right into your ass and cunt, who made you feel absolutely dizzy and in a haze of pure ecstasy, you pulled the toys out of your soaked pussy and tight asshole with an loud pop, as your release gushed all over you even splashing your juices right on the webcam. An loud but breathless moan escaped your lips, as you squirted all of your release out and took a look at the camera to see him shooting his own load of cum right on his webcam and over his big still stroking hand.

As you both slowly came down from your intense orgasm, you carefully sat up on the bed reaching for your laptop. Panting heavily and letting out an sensually chuckle you looked at him through the camera with an cocky smirk.

„Did you enjoy my little surprise? I discovered the last day that if I double pleasure myself, I can squirt like a damn pornstar. Even splashed it all over the webcam and you also don’t look better yourself, totally cum coated“.

He laughed deeply in his throat, showing you his sticky cum coated but veiny sexy hand. „Guilty as charged. You gave me an hell of a show doll, seeing you stretch out your pretty ass just for me? Not gonna lie that was fucking beautiful and hot. But since you made me cum this hard I guess it’s only fair if i keep my word. Still wanna see my face?“

Your head nodded eagerly and your lips curled up into an smile at his praising words and the fact that he was revealing himself to you. „I would love to see who is behind that mask and that stupid username Loverman69. I thought you are just an old creep but to be honest I think that’s not exactly the truth.“ you whispered seductively and your eyes roamed appreciatively over his bulky frame.

„What if you don’t like what you see doll? Maybe I am someone you know and it ends badly for the both of us.“ He said with that usual deep gravely tone and the words he spoke made you really think again about the fact, that his voice sounded familiar and your gut was telling you that you knew him. But the Curiosity inside of you brushed it simply off.

„Even if so, the money you send me for my videos is so helpful. You have supported me so much in this hard time and it was an pleasure to make you cum every time cause of me. It’s only fair that I see the face of my wonderful Hero.“ Your words left your lips like an sweet prayer, showing your gratitude and interest for him.

He couldn’t help himself but chuckle deeply in his chest, his clean hand reaching up to pull the Ghostface mask over his head revealing finally his real identity to you. To say you were shocked at least was an understatement. Who the hell sat infront of you? None other than your secret admirer aka psychotic crazy stalker Zaraki Kenpachi.

How could you be this fucking stupid? Not recognizing his menacingly sinister voice or anything else even though your gut was telling you something was wrong all the time. You just had put two months ago an interim injunction towards him, as he was stalking you like crazy wherever you did go, sending you tons of inappropriate gifts and horrific handwritten loveletters in his own blood. He had turned the tables on you, finding your secret webcam side and becoming your top viewer and sort of Sugardaddy. Just to have you close to him again, as his sickening desire and love for you was so strong and crazy, it bordered on possessive obsession and total madness.

He noticed your shocked expression, the pieces finally getting together in your pretty head after all these months he had tricked you. Seeing that you were being totally lost for words and scared as hell but maybe also even deeply aroused, he finally spoke up in a deep menacingly tone, letting out a low manic laugh.

„Told ya, it would end badly for the both of us. But I also told you two months ago no matter what you do, no matter where you are, you will never get rid of me. You and me Doll, we belong together even if you didn’t fully realized yet. Now that I have you again in my grasp and u know I do, I won’t ever let you go. But I am not even entirely sure if you even want me to go again or to stay this time“?

His words were sinister and filled with an huge amount of sick obsession and lunatic wicked desire towards you, it was maddening but damn it was hot as hell. Zaraki shoots you one last lingering cocky smirk on his handsome bastard face, before you slammed the laptop with brutal force shut and also threw your webcam at the hard wall, shattering it into tiny pieces knowing he probably also watched you at any fucking daytime he wanted too, seeing everything you had done right on the camera. An loud and scared agonizing scream echoed through the stillness of your room and one single thought shot right into your mind.

„Is this the worst nightmare ever or just the most desired dream of my life?“

Kenpachissluut writes ᢉ𐭩

[athena-gundampla]

1/72 AMAIM Ghost

Picked up a couple of Kyoukai Senki kits on special earlier this month, and it's finally time to build them up! I haven't watched Kyoukai Senki/AMAIM Warrior at the Border at all, as despite the really interesting and unique mechanical designs, especially with the cool hinged elbows and digitigrade legs, the actual plot seems to be rather uninteresting (and apparently weirdly nationalist?).

What drew me to this kit was the unique assymetric design. The left arm unit is much larger and bulkier, ending in a "heat claw" weapon. The fingers of the claw are articulated, and there are some nice metallic foil stickers detailing the glowing effect on the claw. These were a pain to apply but I'm happy with how they look on the completed model. The head unit is also nicely detailed, with some exposed cameras and piping on one side and a large antenna on the other. There's a well designed neck piece that maintains a good degree of head articulation despite the large head armour pieces, unlike a lot of gunpla where the head design limits articulation.

The legs are pretty nicely designed as well. They're absolutely massive, almost as big as a few other kits in their entirety, and there's some clever engineering that lets the talons on the feet rotate and flex, as well as great design to cover up and hide all of the hinged sections. The kit even manages to maintain full colour separation, using a few dark red and bright red pieces layered between the blue-grey armour panels where you'd usually expect awkward stickers or painting. This was especially appreciable on the torso.

I added a little extra detailling by doing my usual metallic weathering on all of the grey mechanical sections, but otherwise I was able to build this kit as is. I did experiment with using an enamel panel line wash for the first time here. I was a little concerned I might cause the plastic to crack, but by using minimal amounts of enamel thinner to clean up the kit as well as adding a clear gloss basecoat, I was able to avoid any disasters. I found that I stil had to touch up the kit a little with my felt-tip panel line marker, but otherwise using a liquid panel liner saved me a lot of time.

This kit didn't really come with any optional extras, apart from maybe an extra right hand as an open fist option. This mech evidently doesn't require any handheld weapons. There's a set of wing-like binders on the back, which apparently function as EMR jammers. They give the kit a somewhat beetle-like or draconic look, which I appreciate a lot.

Overall this was a really fun build. I loved how large the kit turned out, almost the size of my Xi or Kshatriya but definitely far cheaper. It's a very simple build with minimal stickers, and I definitely reccomend it for starter builders, especially given the generally larger parts sizes that the kit works with.

GBWC is coming up soon, so I think my next build will be starting on my submission. See you then!

[twodiamondhoes]

No need to apologize!! <3 I love talking about this stuff and I dont get to do it nearly enough, so I'm very excited! :D

So generally, maces were pretty light, because they rely more on speed to work, instead of pure heft. All (or most) of the weight would be concentrated at the end with the mace attachment, because that's where you want all of the force going. I think the heaviest mace I've ever seen is 5lbs, and most are around 2-3lbs. They couldn't be super heavy, because if you needed to get your weapon up to block or attack, its easier to do that with something thats ~2-5 pounds over something thats, like, 10 pounds, especially if you've already been swinging it around on a battlefield and fatigue is setting in.

Now, did you ask about the tangent I'm about to go on? No, but it's fascinating (to me) and relevant(ish).

More medieval weaponry geekery incoming >.>

This is ALSO actually why war hammers look like hammers with spikes on the end, instead of the big things you'll see in fantasy, and why battle axes are actual axes instead of what Gimli uses in LOTR!

Versus

Of the two sets of weapons, the first two are more maneuverable and definitely lighter than the others.

HOWEVER the second are more interesting from a character design standpoint, they look cool and they show off a character's strength and capability as a fighter. The double headed hammer/axe looks better from a design standpoint, too, but it removes one crucial aspect of why the weapons were so useful: gravity. The head of the weapon wants to go in the direction that has all of the weight on it. If you even that out then yes, there's extra weight behind the thrust, but its also extra weight that needs to be hefted and swung, and the hand no longer acts as a pseudo-fulcrum.

Medieval war hammers and axes could use speed and the force of a swing to pierce through or crush armor, depending on what end you used or how you were attacking. In the video I linked in the last post, my man goes a bit wild with a war hammer on a modern motorcycle helmet and... yeah, these things are terrifying.

War hammers and maces are classified as bludgeoning weapons because they're basically clubs with bits on the end! And a lot of war hammers and axes were the same length as modern hammers and hatchets, because not everyone wanted to fight with a weapon attached to a yardstick, they just wanted the weapon. If they were infantrymen instead of on horseback, the extra length could even be debilitating to them in close quarters combat.

Now does any of that tangent apply to Only Silver Tango? Sort of! It's the same logistical reason that maces are generally only 2ft long. Thats the only real connection. But! will it be relevant for something else later? Yes! :D

for uh. no reason whatsoever, what type of mace does tango use in only silver?

Eee! Hi Mars <33

For Tango's mace I went with one of the earlier styles of mace! When Jim and I were first coming up with the fighting styles of the different courts, we determined that the Winter Court go in for a lot of heavy, close-range weapons, because their main goal is to outlast the lighter armor of the Summer Court archers. I could (and probably will XD) write an entire thing about how the different courts prepare for battle, lol but that's neither here nor there

anyway, the real answer to what it looks like is this! I'm getting some differing answers on what this type of mace is called, but it appears to be a bit of a cross between the Gothic-Style maces of the 14th/15th Century and the later versions popularized in Western Europe in the 16th Century (often called Flanged maces)

(Shoutout to Cornelistromp from a forum post in 2009 on vikingsword for the perfect picture of the type of mace I had in mind!)

[bamsara]

AHA I learned how to make home made pins (which are stored on this piece of foam for now until I can get or craft a display to put them on)

Some came out warmer tinted than I intended and a few of the Chica cup handles broke but I had fun with it. I applied a sealer to protect them from weather and water but might switch to resin, but resin is also expensive so depends. I might sell these in sets but the ones with some errors will be b-grade discounted obviously. I have other designs as well but haven't tested those yet

[lizzybeeee]

DATV is overly reliant on Supplemental Media - especially if you are a returning player

TL;DR: Supplemental material should not be required reading in order to understand what's going on in the main game -> it's additional material that enhances what we were given. If what we were given is lacking and unable to coherently tell us a story, then the writers and those in charge did not prioritize what was important.

Not a take that's unique to Dragon Age, but one that is very relevant when talking about DATV. I've made a few posts about plot/story points that either make no sense or have been dropped entirely in the lead up from DAI to DATV. Every now and then I get a few comments or messages about how certain points I made were addressed in supplemental material released in the lead up to this games release.

This isn't a call out post, by the way! But it's frustrating, to me, that this games writing is so lacking that my understanding is being inhibited because I can't remember details from a book I read two years ago - not to mention various podcasts, comics, and short stories. My understanding of a video game in a video game series should not be reliant on additional/optional content.

DATV is a weird game in that it is absolutely a 'soft/scorched earth' reboot while also marketing itself as a continuation to what was set up in Inquisition and Trespasser. Personally, I think that if you are up to number 4 in a game series, one with a continuous story-line, it should be expected that new players won't be able to catch up to everything -> it's the game developers job to make the world and story intriguing enough that the new players will go back to previous games in the series and fill in the blanks themselves.

Veilguard, as a sequel, is overly reliant on content that comes from outside the games themselves (including DLC's) if you want to make sense of the world and story. Trespasser left us with an epilogue that set up some plot points for the next game: Solas & the Veil, the Elven Rebellion, and War with the Qun - plot points that have been built up since the time of Origins. But when we get into DATV two of these points have been dropped and resolved, off-screen.

There are more questions, but these are the ones that bothered me the most while playing the game:

What happened to the Agents of Fen'harel/ Elven Rebellion? -> answered in a cursed reddit AMA.

What happened to the Qunari following Trespasser -> addressed in Tevinter Nights, and a codex entry you can pick up (optional).

Why is Skyhold infested with demons? -> mentioned in Tevinter Nights.

How did the Dalish go from worshiping their own pantheon to knowing they are false gods? (specifically those we meet in the Veil Jumpers) -> mentioned in the Missing comic series.

What's up with Nevarra's Royals? -> Tevinter Nights addresses that there is a power struggle in the Pentaghast family and the role of the Mortalitasi in making it worse - though it does not address the whole 'mage puppeting a corpse' issue and all the implications it has.

This is a video game series -> the bulk of the information required for me to understand the story and its relation to previous entries needs to be included in the final game version. I am playing a video game and not attending a uni class - I should not need to have a required reading list in order to understand what the fuck is going on. I should definitely not need to go onto a reddit AMA to understand what happened in-game, either.

What makes this stand out the most is that DAI was very successful in tying in previous games, DLC's, movies, and books! Inquisition did a great job in getting you up to speed on the events of the previous games early on, providing personalization if you played those games, and giving the player the opportunity to inquire into these events.

Hiding away the answers in additional material or a codex entry that may be missed is not good game design or good writing. DAI didn't assume that you had bought and played the Legacy DLC -> it made certain you experienced the conversation with Varric and Hawke if you wanted to proceed in the game. It didn't hide away imperative information in codex entries - it had characters talk about it in scripted scenes and encourage the player to ask more. You would actively need to avoid interacting with characters for you to not experience this information in DAI.

Leliana talks about her role during the Blight, her calling by the Maker, and her relationship with Dorothea/Justinia -> DAO and Leliana's Song DLC.

Cullen talks about his time as a templar at Kinloch & Kirkwall -> DAO and DA2.

Cassandra speaks about her history, investigation into Hawke, and the Seekers -> Dawn of the Seeker movie, DA2, & Asunder novel.

Varric talks about Hawke, Kirkwall, and Corypheous -> DA2 and Legacy DLC.

Cole talks about how he discovered he was a 'demon' - it leads to further conversations about Rhys, Evangeline, and Lord-Seeker Lambert -> Asunder novel.

Wicked Eyes and Wicked Hearts -> the game literally continues what the Masked Empire novel sets up, the Orlesian Civil War. The game does a decent job of telling us about the players (Celene, Gaspard, Briala etc...) and the reasoning behind the conflict through dialogue, the ability to explore the battlefields, quests, ambient dialogue, etc... The book is not required reading - though it greatly adds to the complexity of the characters, motivations, and political intrigue!

I never once, playing DA2 or DAI, felt penalized or like my experience was lacking because I had not engaged with supplemental material or DLC's. I got into Dragon Age when I was in high school, it wasn't until I graduated and began working after that I had the disposable income available for experiencing the extra material. I cannot say that for DATV - If you have played Inquisition and go into DATV straight from that you will, absolutely, be confused about how we got from A to B.

Which is especially strange to me!? Why is it that new players will be less confused than those that are returning players? It's like the game is actively punishing you for playing and caring about previous games in the series.

Supplemental media is bought because the main product has earned your investment, love, or interest. Not everyone has the income available to buy it with their own money - especially if you live outside the US and have to pay additional shipping costs. Not everyone has the ability to buy or 'obtain' the digital versions either. My understanding of the main story of a video game in a video game series should not require additional monetary investment into other mediums.

The game itself should be enough and DATV is not enough.

[shyfurby]

I have not posted any of my analysis to reddit yet and I think I might just post it and ghost it. I've already spent too much time looking at other people's threads on there to feel any way good about interacting with folks.

I already went in an added the "I know you're going to bring this up let me save you the time" section which is exclusively touching on the frequent topics of:

"well what about the fingerprint nostrum and finger mimics? He is clearly just a crackpot"

And

"it's definitely some weird elaborate sacrifice to Metyr thing"

[lulu-nightbon]

now, for serial designation L, we have a lovely little lesbian! she's a disassembly drone somewhere between j and v in height (though closer to j's height), and in terms of demeanor, she's somewhere between v and n, enjoying killing worker drones and generally just being pretty chill. i projected my vision issues (v & she just like me fr fr) onto her, so anything beyond 4 inches in front of her is a blurry mess of colors! to compensate for this (instead of fixing her vision because that would be too easy), she screams to echolocate. if she needs to discern exact shapes and locations, she'll just scream. no need for concern she's just blind- she also has a shriek which functions as an emp! it's generally tuned to worker drones, but is pretty potent- if she's close enough, she can actually stun/down a disassembly drone with it, and at point blank, she can stun a sentinel (needing to shriek right in its face like close enough that its snout is probably in her mouth to down it), though if she's ever that close to one she has bigger problems to worry about (especially since i hc sentinels to be social creatures/pack animals)- at point blank range, she can also actually shatter a worker drone's visor and damage their internals with the shriek. girlypop needs glasses so bad lmao- she also has another ability that she's actually not supposed to have. she can turn off her lights and visor entirely at will (though this renders her completely and totally blind), allowing her to play dead and set traps for workers (or just make someone think she's deactivated/dead if she doesnt wanna deal with em or wants to fw em lmao). this was actually a defect that she forgot to ask tessa to fix at the manor, and cyn couldn't fix it because she didn't know about it at the time of turning her into a disassembly drone. she also has a tendency to always wear the x on her visor regardless of if she's hunting, since she can't really see anyway. she wears a long trenchcoat with no sleeves (because when i was trying to draw her she decided she was going to serve CUNT and now im actually scared to finish her ref lmao-)

back at the manor, she was a rather timid maid drone with a MASSIVE crush on j. just absolutely PINING after her. there's hopelessly in love, and then there's whatever the fuck she is. im indecisive, so L has four canons based on the answers to two questions (meaning only two of these aus are canon compliant), and this creates the first point: whether or not j and L were secretly dating back at the manor. while it's not too important a point, it does create some extra angst on j's end if they were, and by some i mean i threw this bitch in the blender emotionally. L went through the most memory wipes of the crew, and the most thorough ones, as well- more than even n. she was never even allowed to remember her name. she would simply wake up next to the basement door, with her only memory being screaming and clawing at the floor as she was dragged in. she would gravitate to the same book in the library and read to try and calm herself down, and every time, j, ever the one keeping them all in line and as safe as she could, would have to be the one to remind her who she was, who they were (which is especially angsty if they were dating- j would have to go over this with her girlfriend over and over and over again, facing the pain every time as this shy drone looked at her in fear of being hurt or decommissioned for no reason. if they weren't, she simply kept having a crush on her and not knowing why. however, if they were dating, it can be reasoned as a specialized form of torture from cyn, making j go through this again and again). due to the frequency and intensity of these wipes, L ended up with irreversible damage to her processor, though it's minor (this also is the context behind her favorite pet name from j, which is "toaster drone"). then, we come to the second point where the aus split: whether or not L was sent with the crew to copper 9. if she wasn't, it's canon compliant- if she was, she does pose an additional threat to uzi and throws a massive wrench in their plans (though they get there in the end).

if she was sent to copper 9, she follows j closely. anything she asks, L will perform without question, like a little puppy in love. she tends to stand on one leg and mimic j's movements and positions. she also tends to not wear the x on her visor when close to j, instead letting her eyes show. she's effective and good at making quota, and she's never once posed an issue. her alignment is easy to misread with how she acts getting closer to the final battle, but she isn't particularly malicious, interacting with n and v calmly when uzi isn't around. she was never loyal to the solver- she was loyal to j. she just wanted j to love her, and she wanted to love j even if it was never returned. if they were together on the dl back at the manor, then it's difficult for j to cope with this, but L's unwavering loyalty and affection is still a comfort, something cyn never quite erased after everything, even if j can't indulge for the safety of the squad and to make sure she doesn't take L away again like she did over and over again at the manor.

if she wasn't sent to copper 9, however, she shows up after the series, having piloted her way there looking for j after regaining her memories on some other planet, desperate to reunite with her (and their friends, too, if she's lucky), hoping that she'd remember her. this also results in a special interaction upon meeting uzi lol- upon spotting the worker drone, she initially acts like she's going to try and kill her, but pauses and reels back, going "what's. wrong with this one-", as she recognizes that workers can't have yellow eyes LMAO. she's affectionate with j upon finding her, and excited to be back together (which ends up being extra sweet if they were dating). all in all L is just a sweetheart and i love her and i need to use her more because she deserves recognition! you can also have this sneak peek of her ref (with the SHITTIEST watermark for my md art blog that i still have to make the pinned post for because i screenshotted this on my p h o n e 😭)

do u like them 🥺

(also i forgot about serial designation e who like jinx is a universal variant of another oc of mine but they're on that list too lol)

I be forgetting to follow people back sorry yall cool asf I just got like 2% brain and maybe sometimes if god wills it 5%… moots ily let’s talk and make ocs together !! And discuss cool things that normal people talk about.idk im bad at conversation lol

[waitineedaname]

I really like that Bingmei tries to empathize with Bingge by the end of the first chapter Recognition of the Self. She dealt with a lot of self hatred for a long time and on some level takes it out on him by picking at him (which he deserves most of the time). He reminds her of the worst version of herself that she can be. Still, it’s nice she can also see the same places they’ve been hurt and reach out to him, even if he brushes her off for now.

yes!!! this is exactly it, I'm glad this is something you enjoyed <3 bingmei absolutely sees bingge as the worst version of herself, which is something she identifies in the text! I'm forever thinking about the bit in the extra when bingmei says "is the reason 'I' became like that because I didn't have you?" and "I don't want to become like that." so in this fic, bingmei has had a few years of stability and self-growth to become confident that she won't turn out like bingge, but she's still very aware that she could have turned out like him. he's all her worst parts amplified and picking on him is kind of a way of externalizing some of that self hatred. at the same time, though, she's getting to know him better and is realizing the reason why they're so different. she had opportunities for growth that she didn't have, and because she can see those differences so clearly, she's got some sympathy for him. she can easily see how painful it would have been if her suffering on qing jing peak had gone on longer, and she can see how much it would've fucked her up because that fucked up version of herself is standing right in front of her now. it's a little late, but the least she can do is offer that olive branch now

[anxiously-going]

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[orphiicheartd]

While receiving confessions out and about as a celebrity, Vil has his script to decline them. In Night Raven, and especially among fellow Pomefiore students, his sole condition to make him accept the confession is a contest: they must brew an antidote to his poison then trust in their own skill to drink and save themself from it. If they are able to do so without his intervention, then he will accept their feelings.

[visenyaism]

do you have any ideas about why so many students are struggling with literacy now? I know that illiteracy and reading comprehension have been issues for years and most americans read at like a 5th grade reading level but I’m curious why it seems to be worse now (pandemic? no child left behind?)

It is everything. There’s not one answer. I could talk about this forever so instead I set a five minute timer on my phone and wrote a list of as many of the many things that are causing this on a systemic level that I could think of:

It’s parents not reading with their kids (a privilege, but some parents have that privilege to be able to do this and don’t.)

It’s youtube from birth and never being bored.

It’s phasing out phonics for sight words (memorizing without understanding sounds or meaning) in elementary schools in the early aughts.

It’s defunding public libraries that do all the community and youth outreach.

It’s NCLB and mandating standardized tests which center reading short passages as opposed to longform texts so students don’t build up the endurance or comprehension skills.

It’s NCLB preventing schools from holding students back if they lack the literacy skills to move onto the next grade because they can’t be left behind so they’re passed on.

It’s the chronic underfunding of ESL and Special Ed programs for students who need extra literacy support.

It’s the cultural devaluing of the humanities in favor of stem and business because those make more money which leads to a lot of students to completely disregard reading and writing.

It’s the learning loss from covid.

It’s covid trauma manifesting in a lot of students as learned helplessness, or an inability to “figure things out” or push through adversity to complete challenging tasks independently, especially reading difficult texts.

It’s covid normalizing cheating and copying.

It’s increasing phone use.

It’s damage to attention span exacerbated by increased phone use that leaves you without an ability to sit and be bored ever without 2-3 forms of constant stimulation.

It’s shortform video becoming the predominant form of social media content as opposed to anything text-based.

It’s starting to also be generative AI.

It’s the book bans.

what did I miss.

[tayne-dot-exe]

who wanna play collect google images with me

[sunflowerknighted]

Navigating my chronic health issues mostly solo currently is like this Neverending (to the tune of the Bo Burnham scarecrow fucking song) "it's the fucking ILLNESS again"