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Is There Mold in Your Mini Split? Here’s How to Keep It Clean, Safe, and Improve Indoor Air Quality Year-Round Mold in your ductless mini split is a nasty surprise—and, unfortunately, it’s more common than you’d think. Mini splits are highly efficient and cost-effective, making them a popular choice for homes and businesses, but without regular maintenance, these systems can become a breeding…

[recareels]

warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, fem!reader, obsession, implied rough sex (biting, hickeys, scratching, etc), implied dubcon + somnophilia words: 492

sorry but i just think phainon is insatiably, exceptionally, almost violently horny for you. it doesn’t matter how many ways he’s had you or how many times he’s pumped you full of cum (even within a single night), it is never enough to satisfy the voracious greed constantly gnawing at the pit of his stomach. he always wants—needs—more of you. 

more of your cunt, spasming around his impossibly thick cock for the umpteenth time, flooding his shaft with sweet, sticky nectar, so much that it’s glazing his thighs and pooling in the folds of his heavy balls. more of your kisses, lips and tongue and teeth scouring his body, leaving molds of your mouth etched into his skin���small collections of thirty-two tiny indents, arranged in pairs of crescents, engraving his thighs, his forearms, his shoulders; smatterings of blooming blood vessels, split open and spilling into the surrounding tissues, forming mini galaxies of blues and purples stained beneath flesh. 

more of your fingers in his hair, combing, yanking, scratching; more of his name shattering in your throat, broken by breathy gasps and pitchy moans; more of your body knotted with his—between linen sheets and beneath the warm water of the baths and behind crumbling marble columns. 

it’s so bad it borders on addiction; he’s always had incredible stamina, sure, but this is something new, this is something different. this is desire with gnashing fangs clawing at his ribs, desperate to burst free from its cage and maul its way to you.

it’s so encompassing it borders on obsession, thrashes in his chest any time you’re within his general vicinity, any time he catches a whiff of your perfume or a glimpse of you, even when you’re doing the most mundane things—especially when you’re doing the most mundane things: standing over steaming vegetables at the stove, washing plates from the night’s dinner, folding his pants and shirts on your knees.

domesticity awakens something innate and primal within him, drives him absolutely fucking wild, has a growl ripping at his throat and large hands pawing at your waist, rucking up your skirt and refusing to waste a single second with untying your apron, cock already hard and throbbing as he ruts against your ass, gliding perfectly over silk coated flesh. it’s pathetic: your panties are still on, his cock still confined to his trousers, but he swears he could cum just like this, humping away at your body in short, quick, desperate motions. it never matters how he has you, just that he has you. 

“need you,” he’s panting damply against the curve of your neck, somewhere between a snarl and a whine. “need you, now.” 

and you, his precious angel, always comply, always allow him to take, take, take, even when you’re busy, even when you’re aching, when you’re sleeping. 

it’s extreme affection in the purest sense of the word—an affliction without alleviation, a compulsion without a cure. 

[limerlove]

#002: CHARMER AND THE SNAKE.

❝ ABBY!ANDERSON SERIES ❞

warnings. eighteen+, nsfw content: camgirl!abby, jealousy themes, dom!reader, messy reader, slight dub-con (alchohol involved by both parties), tw #strapsex, spitting, use of vibrator, fingering, cunnilingus. i promise the slow burn will pay off, and abby will be doing camgirl things next chapter. okieee hope you like this byeeee :')

....AND THEY WERE ROOMATES, she’s always been just abby to you. best friends and thick as thieves. sweet as can be, breathing shy naivety with each one she takes — a walking angel on earth. a gentle reminder of what’s good but looks can be so convincing….can’t they?

wc. 3k

Abby has to pretend it doesn’t hurt. That she feels nothing at all. Even if it’s not true, it’s what she tells herself to help her sane…whole…as mentally sound as she could be. The smell of booze, weed, and sweat fills the room. You didn’t want her to come tonight, insisted you did once you’d been caught and now Abby knows why. It feels more wounded knowing this is what you wanted tonight, why you dressed so nice tonight, splitting Abby into two. 

With an anxious mind, Abby wonders what she did to deserve this. As you cling onto the woman like a vice, your tongue getting lost in her mouth as you pull on her hair, the girl’s back arching as you do so, molding herself to your touch. The black mini skirt your paramour wore riding up so high, her ass nearly full on display but she didn’t really care, not when you were making her feel like that. More than the sharpest blade, it guts her when your head tilts back as the mysterious nips and sucks at your neck, making you moan in the process. 

Abby swallows the poison as it deteriorates her from the inside out. Swallowing her whole as she watches you with someone else. Pretending to have a facade is one thing, but actually being convinced of it is another. Whether it’s you, herself, or both? She’s not sure. 

It’s clear as day, as crystal as the reflection in her window, why you didn’t want her here. The slight argument the two of you had divulged right before you arrived here confused her in all honesty. Truthfully, she wasn’t supposed to see you and your companion tucked in a small corner in the basement. Your body framed against the wall as the woman grinds against you, using your thigh to get off. 

You. 

Discomfort fills her immensely, watching you with someone else. Even if she should feel happy for you, you’re her best friend, she can’t. She won’t. The jealousy courses through her veins, especially when you moan into the mysterious woman’s mouth as the succubus sinks into your neck. Tilting your head back with your eyes shut, you let the stranger grope your ass through the fabric of your trousers. 

Abby doesn’t know what’s worse. You’re not noticing her presence or the fact she’s being subjected to watch. Tragically distracted, Abby doesn’t notice the men circling around her. Until they are in her face trying to get the blonde’s attention. It makes her feel uneasy. 

Undeniably, the men flirt with her as if they are owed pieces of her, scrambling for an inch of the shy girl, the one no one seems to want. She knows the interest only takes place under her guise of experience, more so lack thereof. 

With their overzealous palms, sinful hands paw at her as if these men are owed pieces of her, tugging on her blonde braid, touching her arm — anyone could see how uncomfortable she’s become. Abby isn’t one to pay attention to, not at all really, it’s not until she says no again does it catch your attention. Unintentionally, she’s loud about it, without even meaning to be. Now, you feel completely sober. Even if your lips and neck are slightly stained with lipstick from the woman who was dry humping you until kingdom come, you could hear Abby’s cries in a sea of a thousand cries. 

With a heavy foot, she charges at them, shoving the man pack slightly. 

“She said fucking no.” You practically bite at the group. 

“We’re just messing around. Tell your little watchdog they can back down.” 

You take a step forward to knock the little bitch off his feet, but Abby catches your wrist before your fist could fully swing.  

“It’s not worth it. Can we just go?” Reluctantly, you nod but before the threat leaves your lips. “Touch her again and you’ll fucking regret it.” 

Sliding your hand into hers, you shoulder check the two men, making them split while you have Abby in tow. Abby turns to see the death glare of the century being passed her way, the girl you had just been exchanging tonsils with not believing you had left for well — Abby. 

Now with her face visible, you can see her clear as day, Francesca. More difficult than before, Abby finds it even more difficult to not let her heart swarm with envy especially when it comes to someone she can’t stand at all. Francesca is everything she’s not. The brunette oozes the confidence, the blueprint of extraordinary femininity. When she walks into a room, everyone turns to look at her. Unlike how Abby standardly feels, entirely visible from her. Easily, the blonde blends in every room she steps foot in, her thick sweaters and pants with her plain sneakers don’t leave much to remember. 

Then, there is Francesca. 

Everyone knows from the moment she steps in, she’s the hottest woman there. With her short skirts exhibiting her undeniable ass, her perky tits she always loves to put on display, and then there’s that goddamn smile. As if it was created by the finest god themselves, she can lure anyone into her venus trap and she damn near has. In the final year of uni, Francesca has been hellbent on you. Dropping and closing out the bar that you work at, Abby has even seen it herself a few times. 

It was easy to spot. Abby had even seen Francesca undo multiple buttons when she noticed you were here, you take it with grace, always politely declining saying you aren’t interested. Was this just all for show? Did you not want her to know your true intentions so you keep buried and concealed from her prying eyes? Clearly, you were interested in the perfectly put together princess. Abby really couldn’t even blame you, Francesca was the one of the most beautiful women she’s ever seen and Francesca didn’t give up until she had what she wanted. 

An insatiable need you seemed willing to fill tonight, the stars aligned for the siren, getting off on your thighs before you were so rudely interrupted, in her hazel eyes anyways. Abby didn’t really understand why you stopped what you were doing, she could handle herself with ease. The last thing she needed was an upset Francesca with a new target for her unhinged rage. 

As you pull her outside, the abandoned patio and the steady fire raging in the autumn air, instantly she checks if you’re alright. Deeply, Abby hates how she can smell Francesca. It’s not your scent comforting her it’s the woman you would have fucked in the nearest bathroom if she hadn’t been so loud, interrupting you in the process. Would you have bent her over the counter, stuffing her fingers full of you? Or maybe you would have sunk to your knees with your mouth latched onto her clit as you praised the succubus at the altar of your sins. 

Even if she knows she shouldn’t, Abby pokes at the bear. 

“I’m fine. You can go back to Francesca, I’m fine.” Abby bites, trying to conceal the sharpness in her tone, but she does nothing but expose it. 

“I might’ve believed you if you hadn’t said it twice.” 

“Don’t act like you don’t want to be with her. I’m surprised your tongue didn’t get sucked into her mouth permanently.” 

It’s dangerous for Abby to say these things. To let her anger show in front of you so clearly like this. If she wants to preserve the relationship you have with each other, she really should do a better job at disguising how she feels. The jealousy is bleeding green, her blood dripping all over you, staining you until you have to scrub out every last drop. Hearing you moan her name possessed her with a claim she shouldn’t have over you but now she can’t stop herself from branding you as hers. 

— 

Even you had to admit, things had gotten out of hand. You’d been so hellbent on getting Abby out of your mind, needing a break from her constant, figurative teasing, the repetitive dreams she kept having of your best friend. You need to get her out of your system but it was just your luck she had seen you with someone else. The stupidly cute pout, lips turned downwards perfectly as she fails to hide how she truly feels. 

”It’s fine. I’m just going to take an uber and go home. I’m sorry for ruining your night.” Abby gets up but you follow her, not wanting her to be alone when she’s this upset. 

“You didn’t ruin anything.” You try to convince her but she’s not really listening, her mind is far gone — away from you.

“I think I just wanna be alone. It’s been a long week anyways, probably wasn’t a great idea to come out, you know?” You nod at her words, watching as she leaves. You should have gone after her but you don’t. Ever since you saw her in a way you shouldn’t, everything between the two of you has been rocky. A dynamic shift you weren’t quite prepared for. You think about leaving, the rest of the night will just be a bust, you grab another drink. Trying to drown your senses in shitty alcohol, just enough for you to not hate yourself for making her feel like shit. 

Thankfully you’re walking out of the house party but Francesca finds you before you can. It’s her home, her space, and it would be so fucking easy. There’s no denying, clearly, you’d been all over. It wasn’t just tonight either. “C’mon, you can’t leave now! The party’s just starting.” 

“I’m pretty beat, might just call it a night.” 

“How about one more drink? Can’t leave without having a drink with the host.” Meticulously, she places a hand on your sternum before pulling you towards her by the waistband of your trousers. Maybe she can help you forget about all of it and you’re too weak to say no. 

You should leave. You really should. 

“Alright, one more couldn’t hurt.” 

Three tequila shots in, for the two of you, is all it takes. Francesca‘s kind enough to lend you a harness and dildo so you can fuck her pretty face into the mattress. You slap her ass as you deliver a particularly hard thrust of your cock, watching her pretty cunt swallow you whole. It’s sloppy, wet, and fuck is she the perfect little slut for you. Deliciously, she meets your thrusts as she fucks her ass back onto your baby blue cock. The harness creates just enough friction each time she back up on you, rubbing against your clit as she does. 

“God, I didn’t think you’d be this good.” Francesca can’t help but look back at you and she’s glad she does. It’s just in time to see you spit on her pucker hole, teasing her lightly with your thumb. Grabbing a hold of her hips, making sure your grip is firm as you pull her back over and over, making the pretty brunette take every single inch of you. 

“What was that? I don’t think I heard you.” Francesca slumps, her moans could be heard throughout the house, you’re sure and fuck is your ego incredibly stroked as you make the girl everyone wants to fuck see stars. “You know what you’ve been doing, chasing me down, not letting me leave. Stupid brat. Couldn’t leave without feeling me inside you, huh?” 

“Yes, yes!” Francesca screams, wanting every in the house to know you’re the one fucking her. She’s lost in the moans you’re giving her, she feels so close, so fucking close to cuming all over your cock. No one has ever fucked her to bliss so quickly, she can practically taste the orgasm on the tip of her tongue. Francesca needs it more than the air she breathes. 

But you slip out of her, maneuvering her body so she’s on her back, you suck on her tits, marking them up as she arches into you. Francesca bucks her hips into as she grips onto your hair and pulls. “What’d you stop?” 

You don’t answer her. Not verbally. 

Grabbing her legs, you lift lightly and push forward, “Grab them.” Her knees land near her head as Francesca is fully exposed for you. 

Maybe this is what you need to get Abby out of your mind. Just one fucking night of rough fucking to get you off her mind. So, it’s what you do. Sinfully, you spit on her dripping cunt, enjoying the way her body shivers. With your fingers, you let them slip into her folds, she’s so wet, you slip right in. Her cunt takes your fingers with ease, she whimpers the moment you’re penetrating her with skilled fingers. Carefully using your thumb, you circle her clit, Francesca squirming for more. More fingers, more of your cock — she’s not sure which she needs but she’s craving to come undone around you. 

“Such a pretty cunt you have, huh?” In your drunken haze, the lines begin to blur, and all you are golden waves and bright eyed blues staring right back at you. You imagine these are her tits, your ass, and her pussy. All of it belongs to her, it isn’t Francesca, it’s Abby. Doubling down on your pace, you fuck her like your life depends on it. Francesca is just as inebriated as you, not caring about anything but you bringing her body to the edge she so desperately craves. It’s criminal how much she needs to cum in your mouth, on your face, and wants you to swallow every last drop. 

But you have something different in mind. 

Your fingers slip out of her before they are replaced with your cock, spreading her legs so she’s folded in half, her legs in the air as you split her pussy, coaxing it to bend to your will. Her furrowed eyebrows and pout reminds you of Abby, how she takes it in your dreams with no questions asked. It’s what you crave but you’ll settle for another pretty girl, even if it’s not the one you want. You’d ruin Abby, destroy her precious heart into a million pieces without even trying to. 

The girl beneath you? You’re more than willing to break her down into nothing. Truth be told, you could care less if she likes you or not, you just need to fuck your need for Abby out of your system. If you’re getting your fill elsewhere, you’ll be able to control yourself. Right? 

With a firm grip on the headboard, you plow into her like she’s the farmer’s daughter, her grip barely able to hold her legs together as Francessa's head slumps into an awkward angle. The sound of the headboard hitting her wall makes her cunt gush with need, she feels it dripping off her ass, her slick being fucked out of and into her at the same time. 

“I-I need to c-cum. Please.” 

“Do you think you’ve earned it?” You slap her clit, enjoying the way her entire body shakes. 

“I’ve been good, so good for you. Don’t you hear how good I’ve been.” The weeping cries from her pussy are even louder. You know she’s close. It won’t be long before she comes around your cock. 

“Yeah, you have been good, huh? Then be a good girl and cum around my cock.” 

Francesca needs nothing else. Swiftly, her arms circle around your neck, bringing your lips to hers as she cums, shoving her tongue down your throat she moans into your mouth as you fuck her through her euphoric high. You think that’ll be the end of it, you slip out of her as you take the harness off but she pushes you to lay back on the bed. 

“What are you doing?” 

“Making you cum, obviously.” 

“You really don’t have to I’m—” She slurps at your cunt like it’s her last meal, shutting you up in the process. “You were saying?” 

Your silence is answer enough as you thread your fingers through her hair, shoving her face in your cunt as she sucks your bundle of nerves into her swollen lips. Giving the wanted pearl all the affection in the world, starting off the small kitten licks and sucks until she’s tasting your divine slick, letting it coat her tongue entirely.

Francesca halts for a moment, grabbing the vibrator on the dresser, before holding it to your clit. Her gleeful smile is wicked as she watches you, whimpers slipping off your tongue as she lets you ride her fingers. “Yeah, I’m not just a pretty face, baby.” 

The setting starts off slow, tedious, but then the kinky brunette amps up the speed. 

“Do you want another finger, baby?” 

“Yes.” You cry out, she slips another inside you, deliciously pressing on the spot deep within you. Once she’s found it, she continues to press on it over, and over, and over. 

“So confident all the time but you’re really just a moaning bitch who likes to be fucked?” 

“Watch it.” You demand. 

“Or what?” 

With a wild smirk, her eyes blissed out as she watched the goddess beneath her buck her hips, she maxed out of the speed on the vibrator until it’s buzzing on your clit. It’s the final nail in the coffin to send you into overdrive. You have no control over your entire body as it you seize and moan, unable to stop yourself from the not so subtle cry. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck……Abbyyyyyy.” 

Francesca doesn’t freeze, doesn’t even push away from you like you half expect her to. No, she doesn’t do any of it. All she does is fuck you through your high, allowing you the same kind of pleasure you granted her. Your eyes shut the entire time as you imagine your best friend, the one person you can’t have, bringing you to completion. Eventually, Francesca lets off, walking to her closet to slip shirt on before she straddles your waist as if moaning another woman’s name means nothing. 

“Sorry, I don’t know I—” You began to reason, trying to come up with some type of excuse as to why her name name slipped out of you and instead of the women who was just fucking you. 

“It’s innocence of her, isn’t it? The blue doe-eyes looking up at you as if you created the world just for her to exist in it.” She plays with your tits as she talks to you, fuck, why is this so hot? “She follows you around like a lost puppy, begging to be saved.” 

“Don’t talk about her.” Harshly, you bite back. The protective instinct you have for Abby is a necessary reflex, you don’t like anyone speaking about her, regardless of how much you want to fuck Francesca again. “You don’t know anything about her.” 

Neither did you really. She wasn’t innocent she clearly loves to fuck, while others watched and you’re the one who can’t handle it. Francesca won’t know the truth about it. No one will, not even the woman who’s been occupying all your time, even if you’ve been avoiding her, trying to worm your way out of being close to her — Abby remains on your mind. 

Constantly. 

“I know girls like her, that’s enough. She wouldn’t be able to handle you even if she gave it her best shot.” You push her off of you as you begin to dress yourself, but right before you excuse yourself out to give a curt goodbye. Francesca, like the minx she is, spread her legs wide, a perfect angle of her pussy for you to devour. “I’ll see you the next time you need to forget about her.” 

With a clear eye roll from her, you slam the door on your way out, trying to forget this ever fucking happened.

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[1800titz]

LIQUID SMOOTH | Best friend’s dad

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You tell yourself, it’s not because he’s older— not the way you linger in the crows feet by his crinkling eyes when he beams like sunshine, or the way his hands look (not the way, you know, he knows how to please a woman inside out)— but because he’s him. You tell yourself that you aren’t chasing after the placeholder in the shape of the mangled wound you have (need to fill it), and still spend your time taking insubstantial surveys on the internet— daddy issue symptoms in your search bar. (The results are always the same.) (The downfall, culminated, is that he fills a gap— but you’ll never admit it.)

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His mouth is a dogged line under his scruff. Mullish— like even in the insober dew coating his eyes, Harry feels that ripple of the undertow. Wrong— right— you want him to chew into your collarbone. Latch on, never let go. 

Something just for him— anything— trapped in the orbital chimera of an impermissible wet dream, all consuming.

He doesn’t, but he tucks his other hand along the side of your neck— fingers at your nape— palming, swallowing, huge (sacrosanct; you freeze, lungs clotted, and let him, let him, let him—), and he pastes his mouth to your jugular. His stubble scratches an itch that stems from pool parties, your gaze coasting the pool decking to savor a glimpse of his supine shape, thighs split, on a chaise lounge in six-inch inseam trunks. 

It’s wet. Muricate, his tongue drawing a hot, slick line. Hungry, sloppy; a roily forerun to a bastardized rendition of lovemaking. Animalistic, nearly— drooling along your neck before taking a bite.

And you think, maybe— bastardized rendition of lovemaking— he’s going to fuck you like this. Tuck his fat cock deep behind your navel on the creaky couch in the garage, hammer up, in, until you’re mewling, dripping all down his balls. Until your orisons feel like crumbled, shedding stars across your shoulder blades. 

Thinking is a rickety concept. Exhausting, feels like wading through the slush of a knee-deep morass, clinging to bald cypress; conversation starters, what-ifs, contemplating mini-skirts over teeny gym shorts. And you wonder how long he’s felt it too. How long his fingers have been aching to find purchase in your proscribed, soft sinew, how long he’s been waiting to score scorching lines along the column of your throat with his tongue. A while, maybe, you decide. He clings like it’s centuries, scrapes with the blunt flats of his teeth like it’s eons.

You stick to his lap like it’s a plinth, mold around his thighs, split legs, and it’s molten. Fever in the blistering revelation, forbidden, denim rough against the skin bared under the flimsy length of your sleep shorts. He paws at your ass, climbs the stretch of your thigh to seal curvature in a palmful, and under you, he’s achingly hard. It makes you ache.

The way Harry licks a stripe across your throbbing pulse, the soft ridge of your jaw. The way his nose grazes your blistering cheek, still tingling from the liquid courage you found in tequila off the hutch. The way it bumps your own, once, twice, and then his mouth slots to yours. Hungry, wanting— throes tangible in the way you angle your head to let him consume, let him tangle his fingers in at the hair on your crown. Let him lead, roll slick into the gap between your teeth until you taste tequila, tongue, the dirty oneirism in the heat of his bulk under you, finally coming to fruition. Your fingers twist into the fabric under your hands. 

He says your name against your teeth. A surly, gravelly sound, like a cosmogyral confession— everlasting, recurring duplication along stardust, again, and again, and again, in every ulterior crevice of the cosmos where another version of this exists. Meant to—

Be. 

He says it again, like a plea. Eyes creased, crushed nephrite, like he’s begging under the notch of his eyebrows. And he’s still clinging like wet paper, like you’re— 

“Fuck,” Harry slurs. Peels away. Shakes you with the purchase he finds on your shoulders, shoving— away. “We can’t— I’m. Fuck.”

You fall in love with your best friend’s dad along the coast of Hurghada.

A trip you take over the summer months, highlighting the obelisk of an incoming senior year at university, dangling in the misty limbo between semi-childhood and something closer to his own footing. Meddle in the crow’s feet at the corners of his eyes when he grins in your direction from under the callused awning of his palm against his brows.

You’re twenty-one, and he’s older. 

The kind of older that’s trussed to the unbudgeable anchor, something that festers under your footing— rooted in an issue that isn’t plaited with the seedy, broken thing inside of you. Something that makes him untouchable, throes in the noose of a friendship you plucked up mid-semester from study sessions at the crack of dawn and overpriced, cardboard coffee cups bought on campus. 

It’s perilous footing— tiptoeing along the crumbling bridge of what this was, what it’s become, and dry rot crackles in the flame that swallows the comfort (irreturnable) of pretending that he doesn’t make your guts itch. That you don’t wallow in the gazes he spares you, that you don’t cherish the nights you spend awake with him in the kitchen when the sky is still everdark, carving a world out of a dyad in the dead of night over murmurs across the peninsula. The shockwave of his eyes on you, his soft, sleepy voice (husky, rumbling), blistering under your skin, whitehot like thunderbolts rippling across the aether. You always pretended that you didn’t go back to your best friend’s hometown, every break off, to soak in the deluge of your derelict obsession, and now—

You face the revelation that you’re in love with him along the coast of Hurghada— cataclysmic, uneasy in the way that this puppy crush has metastasized. Grown staunch, irreversibly loyal, searching for him in every man that looks your way at a bar, miles out of his radius. Trailing across the cobble in a burnt orange alleyway off the nook of bars, latched onto the rigid muscle of his arm, the way your best friend is, on the other side. Only for you, it’s different. So different, for you, it’s—

Sloppy steps, head pasted to the sinew there, eyes half-mast. You tip your chin up and stare—

You realize then, but it starts long before. Starts as an ache in your gums to gnaw in the first time you meet him. Swells in the seal of your bubble when you catch glimpses, collect them, like trinkets— shirtless in the kitchen over the stove when you emerge in the morning, climbing out of the jacuzzi while you’re sprawled on the sunbed, the first time he taught you the geometrics of pool, strategy in the aim, on the table in the garage. So respectful. Abiding, untouchy, daughter’s best friend ingrained like crime-tape scratched into his bones, off limits, to the forerun of every action. 

You fall in love with him somewhere in the gully between Hurghada and peanut butter pancakes, and now—

Now—

Now your stomach is churning, because his hands are cupped around your forearms— brassbound, aborting— pressed to his pecs, and his head is turned to the side like he can’t look at you. Like he doesn’t want to face the origin of the taste on his teeth.

Stupid—

Stupid. Finding debauched bait in vinyls and hard liquor, sleep shorts short enough for his eyes to crawl, wander, loose enough for his fingers to slip under, and now…

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[spicyschemmenti]

FIRE DRILL FLIRTATION ➫ melissa schemmenti

pairing: melissa schemmenti x bimbo!teaching assistant!fem!reader

synopsis: during a routine fire drill, you stick a little too close to melissa, pressing against her and whispering sweet nothings that make her dangerously close to losing control

warnings: implied age gap, sexual tension, swearing, power dynamics?? work place setting, teasing, inappropriate behaviour

word count: 1.9k

author's note: omg, thanks for this request?? i loved writing it sm

based on this request: Melissa Schemmenti x Sassy Bimbo!Teaching Assistant!Fem reader mini series would be amazing! Kind of like your Alex Cabot ones but reader is more ditzy?

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The blaring fire alarm echoed through the halls of Abbott, sending kids and teachers pouring out of classrooms like a chaotic wave. You were supposed to be helping herd the kids toward the exit, but honestly? You were a little too distracted making sure your skirt didn’t ride up as you walked.

It wasn’t your fault that the outfit was maybe a little inappropriate for school. A tight, bubblegum-pink mini skirt that hugged your curves and showed off just enough leg to be dangerous, paired with a lacy, low-cut white tank top that was definitely pushing the limits of dress code. The little cropped cardigan you threw over it was more for show than anything else, and your glossy lips and perfectly winged eyeliner? Total bimbo perfection.

You knew the moment you caught Melissa’s eye this morning that she’d noticed. Her lips had pursed, her gaze lingering on your chest for a split second longer than necessary before she’d muttered something under her breath about “these damn kids” and stalked off.

Now, in the middle of a crowded hallway during a fire drill, you saw your chance.

“Ms Schemmenti!” you called out, your voice just a little too sweet as you teetered on your heels, pretending to look helpless as the crowd jostled you.

Melissa was a few steps ahead, guiding her class toward the doors with that no-nonsense attitude that made your knees weak. Her maroon blouse hugged her curves in all the right places, and those tight black slacks? Yeah, they weren’t doing you any favors either. She looked good. And the way she commanded the room, her voice calm but firm as she directed everyone toward safety? Ugh.

You bit your lip, feeling that familiar heat swirl low in your belly.

Melissa’s head snapped around at the sound of your voice, her eyes narrowing as she spotted you lagging behind. “Oh, for…” She muttered something under her breath, probably a prayer, and marched toward you with purpose.

“Come on, sweetheart,” she said, her tone clipped but not unkind as she grabbed your wrist and pulled you close. “Stick with me. I don’t need you gettin’ lost in this mess.”

Ohhh, she had no idea what she’d just done.

You let out a little breathy sigh, pressing yourself against her side like you needed her to keep you safe. Your arm looped through hers, your body molding to her, and you didn’t miss the way her muscles tensed at the sudden contact.

“Thanks, Ms Schemmenti,” you murmured, looking up at her with wide, innocent eyes. “It’s just… so crowded. And, like… I don’t wanna get trampled.”

Melissa’s jaw clenched. Jesus Christ, this girl’s gonna kill me.

She was trying—really trying—to focus on the kids and getting everyone outside safely, but it was damn near impossible when you were practically purring in her ear like that. And the way your body was pressed against her? Soft, warm, and so close. She could feel every curve, every subtle shift of your hips as you moved beside her.

Focus, Melissa. You’re at work. Surrounded by kids. This is not the time to be thinking about how good she smells.

But God help her, that sweet, floral perfume you wore was making her head swim.

“Sweetheart,” she murmured, her voice low and gruff as she tried to maintain her composure, “you’re supposed to be helpin’ me keep the kids calm, not clingin’ to me like a lost puppy.”

But instead of letting go, you just… giggled. A soft, airy sound that went straight to her core.

“But Ms Schemmenti,” you whispered, your lips brushing against her ear as the crowd pressed in closer, “you’re just… so strong.”

Melissa’s breath caught. Fuck.

Her grip on your waist tightened instinctively, her hand resting just a little lower than it probably should have been. You felt it immediately, of course. And instead of pulling away, you leaned into it, your body practically melting against her side.

“Oops,” you murmured, a mischievous sparkle dancing in your eyes as you looked up at her through your lashes. “Sorry. It’s just… kinda tight in here.”

Yeah, that’s not the only thing that’s tight right now, Melissa thought, her jaw tightening as she dragged her eyes away from the way your lips were so close to hers.

Her mind was racing. She was supposed to be focused. But all she could think about was how soft your skin felt against her, how your perfume was making her dizzy, and how your damn giggles were making her heart beat way too fast.

Meanwhile, you were having the time of your life.

You could feel the tension rolling off of her, the way her body was practically vibrating with restraint. And it was so much fun to push her buttons. Melissa Schemmenti was always so cool, so in control but right now? You had her completely flustered, and it was delicious.

“I like when you take charge,” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the noise, but you knew she heard it.

Melissa’s eyes snapped to yours, dark and dangerous, her jaw clenched so tight you thought she might crack a tooth.

“Sweetheart,” she murmured, her voice low enough that it sent a shiver straight down your spine. “You’re playin’ a dangerous game.”

Your lips curled into a sly smile, your eyes twinkling with mischief. “Me? I’m just followin’ directions…”

But you both knew that was a lie. And from the way her fingers tightened on your waist, pulling you just a little closer as the crowd started to thin

You weren’t the only one feeling the heat.

The cool air hit you like a wave as the crowd of kids and teachers spilled out into the parking lot. But even with the breeze brushing against your bare legs, the heat simmering between you and Melissa didn’t let up.

“Alright, everybody stay in your lines,” Melissa barked, her voice sharp as ever, but there was an edge to it that hadn’t been there before. Like she was barely holding it together.

You could see it—the way her jaw clenched, the furrow in her brow, the slight flush creeping up her neck. She was frazzled. And it wasn’t from the fire drill.

It’s from you.

“Ms Schemmenti,” you purred, sidling up to her again even though there was zero reason for you to be that close. The kids were fine, standing in neat little lines with the other teachers. But here you were, all wide-eyed and innocent, pressing your body against her arm like you needed her to keep you safe.

Melissa didn’t move away. But she also didn’t look at you.

“Why’re you still glued to my side, sweetheart?” she muttered, her voice a little too gruff.

You tilted your head, blinking up at her with that sweet, ditzy expression that always made her weak in the knees. “I dunno… I just feel safer when I’m with you,” you murmured, leaning in just enough that your lips brushed the shell of her ear.

Safe? Oh, honey. If only you knew.

Melissa’s entire body went rigid, her jaw so tight you thought she might actually break something. Her mind was a mess. On one hand, she was supposed to be keeping things professional. You were her coworker, for God’s sake. A sweet, bubbly, barely qualified teaching assistant who had no idea what she was doing half the time.

But on the other hand?

You were driving her insane.

Melissa wasn’t blind. She’d noticed the way you looked at her—how your eyes lingered just a little too long when she bent over to pick something up, how your smile got a little brighter when she was around, how you always found a reason to touch her, even if it was just a light brush of your hand against hers.

And now? Pressed up against her like this, your body warm and soft and way too close?

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph… I’m gonna lose my damn mind.

“Sweetheart,” Melissa growled softly, her voice barely above a whisper. “You need to—”

“Relax,” you interrupted, your voice dripping with sugar as you tilted your head and looked up at her with that innocent, wide-eyed gaze that had gotten you out of trouble more times than you could count.

“But I like being close to you,” you murmured, your glossy lips curling into a playful pout. Your fingers brushed against her arm, trailing down her forearm so lightly it was almost innocent. Almost.

Melissa snapped.

“Jesus,” she muttered, grabbing your wrist and pulling you away from the crowd so fast you barely had time to process what was happening.

“Whoa!” you giggled, stumbling a little in your heels as she guided you toward the side of the building where the crowd couldn’t see. “Ms Schemmenti, what’s the rush?”

Her grip on your wrist loosened, but she didn’t let go. Instead, she turned to face you, her body just a little too close, her eyes dark and filled with something you hadn’t seen before.

“Do you enjoy testin’ my patience?” she murmured, her voice low and dangerous, making your breath catch in your throat.

You blinked up at her, all wide-eyed innocence, but the smirk tugging at the corners of your lips gave you away. “I dunno what you’re talking about, Miss Schemmenti…”

Melissa’s jaw clenched, her eyes narrowing as she scanned your face. God, you were trouble.

“Don’t play dumb with me,” she muttered, her hand still holding your wrist, her thumb brushing lightly against your skin. “You know exactly what you’re doin’.”

You bit your lip, your heart pounding in your chest. She was so close. You could feel the heat radiating off her, the tension crackling in the air like a live wire.

“Maybe,” you murmured softly, your eyes flickering to her lips before meeting her gaze again. “But… is it working?”

Oh, you little—

Melissa’s resolve was hanging by a thread.

Her body was practically vibrating with tension, her mind screaming at her to step back, to walk away, to be professional. But the way you were looking at her? The way your lips were just close enough to kiss?

She was this close to giving in.

“Sweetheart,” she murmured, her voice husky and low as her hand finally dropped from your wrist. But instead of stepping back, her fingers brushed against your waist, her touch light but burning through the thin fabric of your skirt.

“Yeah, Ms Schemmenti?” you whispered, your voice dripping with sugar, but your eyes? Oh, your eyes were full of heat.

Melissa’s gaze flickered to your lips, her resolve cracking, her breath hitching...

“Melissa!”

The voice snapped through the tension like a bucket of cold water.

Melissa jerked back, her hand dropping away from you so fast it was like she’d been burned.

“Shit,” she muttered under her breath, her face flushing as she turned to see Barbara waving her over.

“Looks like the drill’s over,” Barbara called, giving Melissa a look that was way too knowing. “We’re headin’ back inside.”

Melissa nodded stiffly, her jaw clenched as she tried to regain her composure.

But you?

Oh, you were smirking.

“Guess we’ll have to finish this later, huh?” you murmured softly, your voice dripping with mischief as you brushed past her, your body just grazing against hers as you sauntered back toward the building.

Melissa didn’t move.

She just stood there, her jaw clenched, her body still on fire, and her mind screaming one thing over and over again:

I am so fucked.

[dragonsdelightstudio]

So here is a mini breakdown of how I created the BJD eye cups.

First off, you’re going to need some sort of backing to round out the eyeball. I split wooden beads apart and glued them to the backs. This is going to help the eyeball rotate.

Now you are going to need some half spheres. They need to be larger than your eyeball so the can move freely once padding is added. I made these with hot glue and two metal measuring spoons, one inside the other. This created the mold for the sphere. Have ice water handy because a quick cool down makes it easier to peel the glue out. They don’t have to be perfect, you can always trim if need be.

Fluff time. I gently tugged apart a cotton makeup wipe to create the pillow we need. How much you’re going to need will vary and you will need to experiment with how much is going to work for the eyeball. Lots of trial and error here. You want to set it in the half-spheres lightly, do not pack it in.

Position your eyeball. This is also trial and error. You want it center with enough room to move. You will have to put the cup on and experiment. Have a toothpick like object and a little bit of tac to do a trial run on the eyeballs movement. Add/remove fluff as needed. You want a semi-firm cushion but not so much to hinder movement. You may need to adjust position of the cup to either side as well for optimal movement.

I very much recommend Faber-Castell blue tac it. It doesn’t leave marks on the pupils as you move the eye around.

Mnnn

Did you find a prime position? Glue the cap in. I know magnets are usually used, but I’m being cheap here. A couple spots of hot glue holds the cup in and is easily pulled out for change and repositioning. Just trim off the excess glue and start again.

Some heads may be more difficult to place the cups side by side. You will have to use your best judgement to trim and move as necessary. For a couple I had to trim some of the side of the cup off because of the angle.

Got them both in? Great! Replace the head and admire your work.

Side note: I did notice some eyewells were deeper than others (looking at you Dante) I did have to do a little bit of pre padding carefully around the eyeball before placing the cap, just to help keep the eye in position. Be sure to check often to make sure there is no stray fluff peeking around the eye.

This was a quick and dirty explanation of how I did this. It isn’t pretty, but it works. Now the dolls have more expression than ever from sultry, to suspicious, to downright deviant.

Feel free to use or make improvements upon this concept. It’s meant to be a cheap and easy project.

[aviradasa]

Okay- let’s try this again😭

The boys with a reader that’s like Ginger, I see Ginger had a pretty dominant woman.. like- have you seen how she was in the car scene? I feel like the boys would have a run for their money.

But the genuine ask is how they would help reader prepare for her turning? The way they realize she’s turning/the full moon coming is when streaks of the traders hair starts turning white, and she gets snappy with everyone.

Hey, pookie! I got extremely carried away, so now you're getting a mini series of this cause I'm obsessed, so here's part 1!! Readers gonna be going through it next chapter though 🤣

you again for helping me make the banner. Love you sm and part two should be out in a day or two! I hope you enjoy. Also your spacing thing did work i just didn't do it right the first time 🤣🖤

Tlb x gingersnaps! Reader

Pt 2

My masterlist

Life in Santa Carla was already strange enough. Between the weirdos,the assholes and the druggies, it was already the most least popular place anybody normal would wanna be.

But after moving Here 2 years ago you found out that all of that was just the tip of the iceberg.

“ guys i really don't think this is a smart idea. For me at least.” I plead with the boys that were currently leading Me deep into the woods.

“No trust us. you will be completely fine, we won't let anything happen to you.” Marko assures as he strolls alongside me while Paul drags me by the wrist.

“Yeah! We do this all the time don't even worry about it for a second.” Paul adds on as we exit the woods into a clearing that opens Up revealing a really creepy abandon house, run down and overgrown After being left for so long.

“See there it is. told you we knew a spot And this one doesn't have David up our ass.” Paul Jokes as he climbs the porch steps, jumping over a huge hole in the wood, so he can get over to the window and hop through.

“Ta-da, and i live.” He says sarcastically as Marko climbs up next offering me a hand over the hole.

“Dumbass, you're both immortal. You'll would survive either way.” I roll my eyes as I crawl through the window taking in the room we landed in.

“ this place is creepy as fuck. Yall sure this isn't just a plan to get me away to murder me?” I joke,which results in Marko Side eyeing the hell out of me.

“We wouldn't even bother taking you this far out if we were gonna kill you. Plus you would have been dead like 2 years ago.” He replies which makes me have to stop and think for a moment about a comeback response which I give up on finding and just let him have His moment.

“Whatever dude.” I say as we split Off into different directions to Explore opposite parts of the house. I make my way towards the kitchen towards the back of the house.

The floorboards creak with every step any of us take and its not long before I hear Rythmatic footsteps going upstairs followed by a crash and Marko yelling “FUCK” accompanied by Paul cackling.

I don't bother asking if they are alright as I know the answer already.

In the kitchen I spot an arrey of objects scattered about. Everything was left behind from what it looks like and with one peek Into the maggot and mold filled fridge I'm proven very right.

As I shut the fridge Door I see a shadow move past quickly in the next doorway making me jump before rolling my eyes once again.

“Really. don't play with me. I'm not gonna fall for whatever it is your pulling here.” I groan in an unamused tone as I make my way over to the room where the shadow ran by. Finding myself in the dining room.

I quickly notice a bunch of mannequins set up at the table to look like they are eating whatever It was that used to be on those plates.

“ aren't those things freaky lookin?” A voice says from behind me making me jump and whip around to see it was just Paul who i hit in the shoulder.

“Don't fuckin do that holy shit. What are you doing in here sneaking round?” I ask him.

“Uh I just got in here. i followed you after Marko went through the stairs. He's checking out the 2nd floor now to see if some stuff we left is still here.” He answers with a grin moving past me to walk further into the room.

“ what you seeing things already? I though you said you were sober when we left?” He teases as he flips a hat off of a nearby mannequin and snatches the wig off of another, placing it on his head.

“What do you think should I go purple?” He asks as he strikes a stupid pose.

“Ooo I keep this look i could be a member of the holograms all i would need is a goddamn leotard and some pink makeup.” He jokes Once more before I snatched the wig off his head and put it back on the mannequin.

“ Oh god don't.” I say with a laugh at the thought shaking my head in false disappointment.

“ you are an actual idiot.” I tell him earning a Snicker. But just then I see that shadow rush past behind Paul and into another doorway which looks like it leads to a celler.

“ look! There it goes again! There's something in here. Like actually something just ran down there.” I point as I rush past him to peer down the steps to try and see anything.

“ what the fuck are you going on about.” He says as he approaches the celler only getting a few feet away before studdenly stopping, grabbing me by the arm and yanking me back.

“ oh fuck that, we gotta get out of here Right now.” He tells me suddenly serious As Marko come around the corner.

“ Hey we need to go i just found-” he starts before Paul Cuts him off as he drags me past him. “ Yeah we know just saw it run to the basement.” He explains as Marko tails behind us.

“Wait what the hell dude what the fuck was that? ” I ask confused as I'm not used to seeing these guys rushing to get away from anything really.

“ thats a werewolf. One of the few things on this planet that can kill us and you.” Marko replies As he looks behind us as we run to the window jumping out as quick as possible

“Werewolves, what the hell do you mean werewolves? I thought they arent real?” I asked suddenly, a lot more freaked out. I was cool Finding out vampires existed. And i was fine when learning about witches. But now werewolves? What's next mermaids?

“ girl. Let me try to ask this as nicely as possible and I'm sorry I'm gonna sound like a total dick but. Are you fuckin kidding me?” Paul asks in a sassy and almost dumbfounded manner as we Start sprinting across the field surrounding the house. Trying to make it to the woods.

" oh fucking can it you know damn well-" Before I can finish answer we hear a snarl and I'm pushed to the ground as I hear shouting and what sounds Like the boys fighting a wild animal.

I stand up as fast as I can to see Paul with this Ugly dog looking creature on top of him.

I stand there wanting to help but unsure how to and at some point while i was frozen in fear the creature got tossed off by marko, Its spine colliding with a tree trunk, a sickening crunch being heard as it slumped to the ground.

But it didnt take long for the beast to recover as i got back up and shook off the throw, and thats when i managed to get a good look at it.

Its fur was ratty and sparse across leathery looking skin. It's ribcage was showing and it's eyes burned A bright yellow under the shine of the moonlight as bared it's teeth with Saliva dripping from its mouth.

Just then I hear Marko yell at me to run and meet them back by the motorcycles and I quickly take that order and start hauling ass into the woods trying to stick on the path we originally came from.

As I run and stumble over rocks,tree roots and other things lining the forest floor I stop to catch my breath for a moment thinking I've gotten far enough away.

That is when I realized At some point I had gotten turned around and now I find myself in unfamiliar territory.

I frantically look around trying to spot anything familiar but to no avail. Only zeroing my sights on two yellow lights in the distance.

“Oh thank god.” I breath out. Thinking in my adrenaline high brain that maybe those may be headlights Or reflective markers to someone's property, so I head towards them.

Once I get closer under the light of the moon my eyes are able to dial in right and I make a horrible discovery,

Those weren't lights at all. They were eyes.

A growl rips through the air as the creature jumps on me grabbing hold of shoulder, ripping at the flesh as I scream.

Blood pours out of the wound soaking my cloaths and spurting onto my face as I try to fight against the creature getting it to release my shoulder only for it to latch onto my arm, raking it's claws down my chest while it's back claws Dig into my calf.

I manage to ise my other knee to jab it in the stomach so it let go while I use my good arm to grab a stick. Thinking fast i Stab the lycanthrope in the ear before crawling out from under it.

A deafening whine comes from the werewolf as it scratches and paws at its ear trying to get the stick out of its flesh.

But i dont look back,

I continue to crawl away using a tree to stand myself up, the blood loss making me feel dizzy as I do so and I stumble back to the ground.

Deciding to then maneuver myself between the tree and a nearby rock to hide, knowing I wouldn't be getting much farther in my condition.

I hear the snapping of twigs and branches as the werewolf approaches. Hearing it take deep breaths to try and catch my scent.

I can't see it though as my vision begins to fade and I feel myself losing consciousness.

I try to move my body but my limbs refuse and I am stuck only able to listen as what I presume to be my death approach. In those last moments though I can't help but wonder if the boys were ok.

“wake up. Wake the fuck up! I know your still alive i can hear that your heart is beating. So wake up!” I hear as I'm shook awake by a bloody Paul wild looking paul.

My eyes shoot open and my hands clutch onto the sleeve of his jacket like a lifeline as I sit up way my eyes darting around looking at everything in sight as try to gain my barings.

“ woah ok slow down. Your ok. Your alive. Just take a second.” I hear markos voice from what sounds like above me. He's probably perched on the rock that I'm hidden next to.

“ How? How the fuck am I alive?” I ask voice raspy and hoarse feeling like I haven't had a drink in years.

“good question. We were just about to ask you the same thing.” Paul Responds to you.

[ohtobearandomftblog]

bouncing off of this hc a little bit.

the ophiuchus isn't a 'thirteenth gate', it is a black key. one of twelve, all of whom are older than the current iterations of the golden zodiacs. because they were the golden zodiacs.

to start near the beginning: zeref and anna didn't create the eclipse gate. they found uncompleted schematics for it and finished it. its first creation was thousands of years earlier. it was the turning point in time, causing a distinction of 'before' and 'after'. 'before' being 000x, with 'after' being x000.

the twelve golden zodiacs and their masters were the ones spearheading the creation of the gate, but there were plenty of silver keys that had helped in secret. they wanted to go back in time and stop a particularly devastating war from wiping out too many humans.

all was fine, with the celestial spirit king either none the wiser or purposefully turning a blind eye--no one could tell. until they needed to activate the gate. that was the main part of the schematics that were missing, and anna heartfilia learned that all twelve of the golden gate keys could sustain it without any sacrifice.

that was not known in 000x.

ophiuchus was known at the time as 'pisces'. a daughter and her father, for every iteration of pisces has to be a duo of some sort.

the daughter sacrificed her unwilling father to open the gate. two became one.

the only reason she is called anything other than 'the disgraced pisces' is because yukino agria has the current pisces key. and it is... not quite forbidden for the current zodiacs to interact with the black keys, but it's certainly not looked upon highly.

aquarius sacrificed his and his master's weapon and the plans to make more. one that was a fusion of celestial steel and mortal iron. a harmony between the two realms, destroyed forever.

taurus spilt the blood of his master's lover despite multiple orders not to. there was no compulsion to follow the order. no magic binding his will to his master's. now there is.

sagittarius threw his horse into the spell. two became one, once again.

gemi and mini split themselves in half and sewed one half of their bodies together, using the other halfs as their sacrifice. they shared one head, fused two halves of a brain into one, and only had two arms and two legs. they kept one heart for themselves.

cancer and her master had built the gate in their estate, purposefully drawing the magic circles big enough to swallow the grounds whole. a family house, cut out of existence.

virgo dressed her masters up in the prettiest of celestial clothing. she fed them well and with ingredients gathered from the celestial realm. they drank from the milky-way and feasted upon the stars. and she tied them up like hogs and left them within the consumption circles.

aries took the prized statue he made for the spirit king and ripped it from their realm, letting it break and shatter across the marked circle.

scorpio made a deal with his new master, one that came about after the gate began construction. an elderly widower ill with heartbreak. if he helped with the creation of the gate, scorpio would ensure that he meets his husband in the afterlife. a promise he was unable to keep, for the gate took hold of everything given to it and did not let go.

capricorn gave up his own body. he transferred his consciousness to a goat and used his magic to mold it into a humanoid shape.

libra gave up everything that was hers. her home in the realms, her magic, her symbol. she became little more than dust until her master helped her succeed at gravity magic.

leo had no master. he had no home in the realms, no art that he mastered, nothing in particular that he could give up. except for the one that gave him this freedom. his human wife. and their daughter. and their granddaughter. he wasn't able to use the granddaughter in the sacrifice--his daughter had a vision mere days before the gate was finished and sent her daughter to an orphanage.

the gate didn't work. it took and it took and it took, but it did not rewind time. the celestial spirit king, who saw all that was fed to this faulty device, knew he had to do something.

he banished all twelve of the golden zodiacs from the celestial spirit realm. this was long before he knew how to bar them from the stars, however, so the most he could do was rip them from their constellations and keys and place them within a new part of the sky. place them within darkened keys that had another part to them--a magical and mechanical piece that had to be near the keys in order for a summoning to work.

for pisces, it was a flower that the father gave to the daughter before they were golden. the very one that rests within yukino agria's hair, that changes color and is never destroyed.

despite the many millennia that separates them, the current iterations of the golden zodiacs can still remember parts of their first lives. not the contexts, not the reasonings, not the minutiae of it all. just little snippets.

loke wasn't as surprised as he should've been when karen died. he's always had the resolve to kill his masters, after all. he's just thankful that he feels remorse for it this time. he's grown since that first life, with his heart and his little philea's blood on his hands, a distant and cold sense of triumph barely remembered.

[this-orange-anon024]

here's a challenge. List each and all traumatic event of one Oc to this day. And how much is listed is how rich you are.

(ooc: ah geez, my turn? Uhm, I'll try )

🍊:

Split and disappearance of Poseidon and Amphitrite - seeing family almost fall apart

Seeing Poseidon yelling and threatening to hurt Amphitrite and Leucothea

Feeling the reason Leucothea was trapped on the island in the first place

Having to say goodbye to Leu in order to have peace between two parental figures

Feeling they were a part of that reason Poseidon n Amphitrite left

Scared they might leave again and siblings

literally marrying only for them to go to war SECONDS LATER - constantly waiting in fear

scaring Lotus when they got angry - they never forgave themselves that - and try to be calm as possible

Fern

Possessed lotus

Finding thorn n nettle's corpses (they were like 10 when this happened)

Shoot lotus with gun (tranquilizer) (again 10 YEARS OLD)

Cameron warning and seeing them in fear

Lilith literally dying in their hands

Seeing lotus break down - it breaks their heart

Literally lotus disappearing

Thought Natah n Pandora died by possessed lotus - regretted so much leaving them alone

Seeing Natah so defeated and sad after saying they don't remember lotus - they try to be careful now what they say

Making Asfó drain color - they try their best to learn what not to do and careful what to do or say

Making a deal with Wally - giving up their mortality - and seeing their deaths before their eyes

New powers - stressed to learn and control - scared of hurting others

Maple threatening to hurt family

Slammed and choked by Maple

feeling like they disappointed Natah - worked hard to try to keep others motivated to find lotus

Feeling like they let lotus down when reunited - thinking they shouldn't have fallen asleep otherwise they wouldn't disappeared

Put responsibility to take care of petal and asfó for the mother - adding stress and anxiety - to push themselves further

Using telekinesis to go to lotus mind to calm down - they felt truly awful for feeling like they forced themselves to even when ask consent

the warning of organization - feeling they're going to lose lotus and asfó more again

Asfó getting hurt

Petal crash out - hearing voices - feeling useless but trying to help the best they could

Petal disappearing again - they had another panic attack due to it reminding past events

Mold threatening to hurt they care about and made a deal

Literally was tricked to switch bodies - costing to feel what it was like having their legs and tongue cut off

Calling out and reaching for Pandora who she mistaken them as mold - and sent to the pithos jar

Spent days in cramp darkness and with legs and tongue gone, unable to call for help or move - and have scars and bruises from Mold previous attacks on body

Scared every day in that jar if others were being hurt by mold - blaming themselves

learned of the 500 and more deaths mold did using their body - they try to visit those graves to apologize and pay respect

Constantly assaulted by victims of mold when they were disguised as orange

Learn about mold hurting and almost killing asfó, petal, natah, and Pandora - they can't face them right now

And mini death...they don't like to talk about it. But always visit the grave

The burnt cliff - all the memories and promises there completely gone and all their work - trying to grow again

Can't find themselves to eat - feels quesy still of the lingering corpses mold ate using their body

Feels so disgusted and ashamed of their body what mold used it for

and now they're in a deep depression

[skitariiposting]

So I made a little split decision purchase the other day.

These are the Deathrippers from Warmachine. These were the last in stock on Amazon, and looking at most hobby shop sites I frequent, the last in stock I can find.

These little guys stole my heart the second I learned about them, and so as soon as I heard that they were no longer in print and were slowly being phased out, I immediately placed the Amazon order.

This is the first time I've ever acquired some Warmachine minis, so here's my little review of them!

These endangered bone doggos are great design wise, and I'm real sad that they aren't sticking around. I love the meshing of skulls and mechanical components in a subtle way. They aren't death guard's big biological nightmares, but they also aren't just regular ol' robots. I love the design choice to make them two-legged walker things instead of just another ol' four-legged dog thing, very creative! The porting on the necks is interesting, I'm unsure if the implications are that bones are magical and are causing it to overheat? Or maybe the machine runs hot and they want to keep the bones from getting melty? I dunno, but it's certainly neat looking!

4.5/5 on design!

Sadly, while the design is great, the mini quality leaves a little to be desired. First, the minis came in a little baggy instead of on sprues, which I have mixed feelings about.

On one hand, it's certainly convenient not to have to de-sprue the mini bits. On the other hand, these had some awful connection scars.

This was after I had scraped at them with a hobby knife for a bit, too. I'm likely going to have to pick up something to sand them down a bit. While I'm certainly calling the kettle here, I must say that these weren't taken off the sprues very well at all.

On top of that, the leg pins were slightly larger than the leg holes, which meant I had to do a mix of attempting to shove them in, scraping down the sides with my hobby knife and then rinse and repeat until they cooperated.

The instructions didn't help too much either. Figuring out how the top of the skull was supposed to fit onto the bottom took me a bit of pondering. The instructions just kinda had lines pointing to where they go.

Turns out you're supposed to attach the skull under a little overhang on the bottom jaw. The top piece has a rounded bit that fits in with a divot on the bottom piece, which... isn't what the instructions say to do.

Overall, I didn't have very much fun assembling these. Usually, (when I'm dealing with plastic, not resin minis) mini assembly is challenging, but at least a little fun. These were just a hassle.

Assembly and mini quality: 2/5

Despite that, I'm still planning on basing these and giving them the display quality treatment. In the off chance these end up becoming a collectors item or something (unlikely), it'd be nice to have some high-quality painted versions to show off/potentially sell.

Heck, since they're going out of print, I might look into making some molds of them to recast or see if I can get a really high-quality scan of them to 3D print myself! It'd be nice to not have these little goofballs fade into obscurity, I think they're my favorite thing to come out of Warmachine, if not the best thing to come out of Warmachine.

[ferhog]

For any G-Witch newcomers following me: This is the before and after pics of my Demi Barding after I applied a process called 'Panel-lining' in which you fill in the details of your model kit with ink, applied via a felt tip pen.

I originally just coloured in the molded details but the manual for my MG Freedom Gundam actually featured a mini tutorial on panel lining that also suggested doing it on the corners of when the shapes portrude, and that does indeed make the shapes stand out more. Here you can see the Demi Barding's chest more definitively split into 3 sections.

I don't know enough about pens and what exact types would be best suited for the process so I've always used official Gundam branded ones. After filling in the details I wipe the surface with ear buds (Which has to be done quite thoroughly if you leave the ink to dry for too long) and gets rid of anything that's gone outside the lines, allowing the details to stand out more.

[splitminiusa]

The 9000 BTU Mini Split: A Symphony of Silent Comfort and Targeted Cooling

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A single 9000 BTU mini split is particularly beneficial for spaces up to 400 square feet, making it an ideal choice for bedrooms, small offices, or guest rooms. Unlike bulky window units, these mini splits are mounted on the wall and operate with minimal noise, providing a comfortable environment without disruption. Many modern units use inverter technology, which allows them to adjust their cooling and heating output efficiently, reducing energy consumption and maintaining a stable temperature. This not only enhances comfort but also lowers electricity costs over time.

When selecting a high-efficiency 9000 BTU mini split, it's essential to consider factors such as installation requirements, noise levels, and additional features like air purification. These units are often compact and easy to mount on walls, making them ideal for bedrooms, offices, or small apartments. Some models come with multi-stage filtration systems to improve indoor air quality by capturing dust, allergens, and odors. With their quiet operation and customizable settings, these mini splits offer a reliable and cost-effective way to maintain indoor comfort year-round.

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A high-quality 9000 BTU mini split offers an effective and eco-friendly way to regulate temperature in smaller living or office spaces. These systems are designed to provide precise and powerful cooling or heating without consuming large amounts of energy, which is a significant advantage in today’s energy-conscious world. A key feature of a high-quality 9000 BTU mini split is its ability to maintain comfort with minimal noise, making it ideal for bedrooms or study areas where a quiet environment is essential. With the added convenience of remote control or smart thermostat options, you can adjust your environment from anywhere, ensuring your space is always at the perfect temperature.

[boysplanetrecaps]

Build Up Episode 0: Getting to Know the Boys Part 3: Team Power

Hey, friends! Welcome back to this crazy project I set out for myself -- writing up a bit about each of the 40 contestants on MNET’s Build Up before I dive into the recaps. Last post, I covered Team Soul. This post will be about Team Power. Let’s do it!

Same caveats apply: 1) I’m pressed for time, so proofreading will suffer; please be kind! 2) screencaps will be awkward due to technological issues and 3) All of these guys are amazing vocalists; my critique is splitting hairs and just my opinion at the end of the day. 

Choi Haram

I also have almost no information about Haram, except that he’s a musical actor. In his teaser, V08, I Want to Fall in Love  by Johan Kim, he sings in that classical “musical actor” way, which is just not my favorite style of singing. That doesn’t make it bad! He also is singing a ballad. Which does mean it’s bad! Ha ha, jk.

I'll do my best to evaluate him even though the song is a ballad. I'm a hero, right? His soft tone he uses in the verses is just too breathy and nasal for my taste. But I do like the belt on the chorus part -- nice work. This guy definitely knows how to sing. I wonder what he’ll sound like singing more of a pop song. 

Kim Minseo

This is Kim Minseo, 21, who also appeared on a show I’d never heard of called “The Origin - A, B, or What?” It “was a new type of survival program that combines balance games along with K-pop,” whatever THAT means, and it created the group ATBO. On the Wikipedia page for that show, it says that he was born in January of 2003, making him 21 now, and it also says that he lived in China for ten years and can speak Chinese. I wonder if he and Wumuti will ever speak some Chinese together? 

I really, really liked his teaser performance of Rolling in the Deep by Adele (V39), slight pronunciation issues aside. It was actually kind of cute how he sort of just gave up on pronouncing ‘underestimate’ halfway. He has a distinct, real voice that shows some training but also some rough edges. For me, he’s one to watch. Watch? Listen to? Whatever. 

Yoon Inhwan

Yoon In-Hwan, V23, is one of the enigmas of the show -- I have no information about him. For me, his mini audition showed an unpleasantly throaty, nasal, thick vocal color that I didn’t exactly love. He sounded like he had just drunk a whole gallon of milk or something. I don’t know if that’s how he always sings, or if he just was feeling unwell that day or what. As promised, he did have a lot of power, and he also had a good sense of pitch. Hopefully he’ll do better going forward!

Jo Hwanji

I haven’t been able to get a decent screengrab thus far, but Hwanji is the guy in the uniform in episode 1. He’s only 24 -- isn’t that surprising? Before this, he went on other shows called Phantom Singer 3 and Fantastic Duo 2.

He’s another musical actor, but in his teaser song V26 he breaks the musical actor mold by singing an upbeat retro swing song by JYP -- yes, that JYP -- called Swing Baby. I like the song, and I also like the way he sings it. Clean but full, with fun little growls to brighten things up, varied dynamics, impeccable pitch, and the power he promised. Good stuff! He’s also so hilariously square. I mean it literally. He looks like a Pixar character. It’s cute. I'm looking forward to hearing more from him.

Lim Junhyeok

Junhyeok, age 30, debuted as part of the JYP-based k-band Day6 in September 2015, singing and playing keyboards. In late 2015, it was revealed that he’d been chatting with a female fan online, and that they might have been dating. The controversy built, and he felt obligated to leave the group in February 2016, getting to enjoy less than six months with the group. God, that must have been just heart wrenching for him. I can’t imagine.

Afterward, he joined another band called Be Blossom, but stayed only about a year. Since then, he was on a survival show called The Unit, which was about rebooting debuted idols’ careers. (A few other contestants of Build Up also went on The Unit, too.) He also continues to compose music, which I think is actually his first love. 

His teaser song performance, V05,  was I Love You by Shin Hyo Bum, and you can see in the silhouette that he’s playing the keyboards as he sings. I didn’t love his performance, unfortunately. It felt a little shrieky to me at times, and his softer notes were a little too breathy for my taste. He definitely belongs in the Power group, though. He can sure belt when he wants to -- it’s the softer segments that challenge him. Maybe it’s just my bias against ballads acting up, as well. 

It’s kind of a bummer, because for whatever reason, I like him. I can’t help but cheer for a guy who (a) was kicked out of his group after six months for dating, like, omg, how dare a young person want to date! (b) is a bit on the older side (c) composes music and plays instruments and most importantly (d) shows up to a survival show in a goddamn hoodie. Like, yes, king. So I hope that I grow to like his vocals better as I hear more from him. 

Side note: The Korean family name “Lim” is often transliterated as “Im” since that’s actually closer to how it’s pronounced. So if you see his family name written as “Im,” that’s why. (Nayeon from Twice has the family name of Lim/Im -- hence her album name.)

Park Jeup

Park Jeup makes himself known by wearing an enormous bow on the first day. It’s just such a choice, when he’s so masculine looking. Own it! Yes!

Anyway, he’s 30, and is a member of IMFACT. He’s been on a bunch of singing shows, as well as The Unit, which would have put him in company with Lim Junhyuk (former Day6) and Hyukjin from Fave1.

His group IMFACT debuted in January 2016 and put out several albums and singles, but none of their songs have even one million views on Youtube. Most of them don’t even break 500,000 views. In 2022, all the members of IMFACT left their agency (Star Empire). The group hasn’t officially disbanded, but the members are listing themselves as soloists. They really weren’t a bad group, and it’s a shame that they never caught on, but it’s just such a crowded landscape. Their song Only You spent some time on my playlist a few years back, and Jeup’s voice in that song is really sweet. 

I tried my best to give his teaser song a try -- he was V34 --  but I just dislike ballads so much that I can’t judge him fairly. Vocally, though, he sounds well trained. He has a surprisingly high pitched timbre considering his appearance. 

Here is a performance he did in 2018, in which he made the MNET reaction editors play the instant replay buttons like a xylophone. I think there was some sort of gas leak in the studio that day, because, yeah, his voice is nice but people are having spasms in their excitement and it’s a bit much. Also, he's singing another ballad so it's kind of a no from me.

A song that’s a bit more palatable for me is this cover of Exo’s Monster on The Unit. 

Jeup doesn’t seem to be the main vocal, but he is the one who sings “I’m sorry…. You make me… so crazy, you know you do.” He also does the higher harmony line/descant/whatever it is over the “Come here girl, you… call… me… monster” line. And he pulls it off!

I recognize Jeup’s skill, technique, and passion for the art. I’m not as sure that I love his timbre for whatever reason. I hope his voice grows on me, in part because I always have a soft spot for hard working nugu idols, and in part because I always gravitate toward the older, more broad shouldered idol types, like Baekho from NU’EST and Wyatt from ONF. Jeup, fighting!

Hyukjin

Hyukjin is 30 and is from a group called Fave1, where he’s lead vocal and lead dancer. He also appeared on The Unit, so he may also know Park Jeup and Lim Junhyuk.

Ok, so his background is kind of sad, fam.

His first group, 100%, debuted in 2012, so he’s been at this a while. There were originally seven members, but two quit, and then one member, the leader Minwoo, passed away in 2018. That had to be so hard on Hyukjin and the rest of the team, to lose not just their friend and teammate but also their leader. The group disbanded in 2021, and three of the four remaining members formed Fave1 at a new agency. So they’re kind of like Loosemble or Vivez that way. 

100% started off doing ok -- their older songs had 1 or 2 million views, good for the time period -- but their more recent songs max out at around 400,000 views. Fave1, unfortunately, is really not doing nearly as well as even 100%. Their songs usually have views measured in the thousands, and their videos look like they were shot on someone’s iPhone. Really, the whole thing is kind of heartbreaking. 

In his teaser, Hyukjin was V22 , and sang a quasi-heavy metal song -- think Dreamcatcher style -- called Lazenca, Save Us. It was a unique choice, that’s for sure! I think he was hoping that it might make a splash for being the guy who did THIS song. I’m not sure how I feel about his performance. I think I need to hear more of him to make up my mind. But I mean, gotta respect someone who comes out of the gate with that! I think his natural voice is not quite as deep and rich as it should be to successfully pull off this kind of thing, but he displays strong sense of pitch and a lot of power. It does gets a bit shrieky and it sounds like he’s hurting his throat. I’m looking forward to seeing what else he can do because I just want to see him succeed.

Ok, that's about it for this post! Sorry if it was a bit of a bummer. So many sad stories in this industry. In the next post, we'll be visiting with Team Unique, and then we'll finally get into the recaps! See you soon.

xoxo

BPR Noona

[writerwithbrainrot]

Chapter one: Reader and the Ancient Waterworks (pt. 2)

Pt. 1 here!

warnings: None, but let me know If I need to add any :)

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    The group stood infront of an old building entrance made of stone, overgrown and almost completely taken back by nature. The air was full of excitement, and a toothy grin was on [Reader]'s face. Their ears were red due to the chill as a few from the group started to work on the heavy stone doors. "Masks on!" Thomas yelled and the group did as told. Who knew what bacteria or mold lied behind those doors and underground. And the debris would be an issue in itself. [Reader] put their mask on, and soon, the sound of stone rubbing against stone was heard, and each person turned their flashlights on and entered.

    The entrance seemed normal, empty with pillars leading to the broken ceiling, but immediately the team scurried over to the stairway down to the Waterworks underground. The walls had carvings thT were worn down and almost completely gone, with old iron torch holders still holding dusty torches, burnt down and left forgotten. [Reader] pulled out their camcorder and began to take photos, the flash on so they could obtain good photos for later use.

     The echoing footsteps heading down the stone steps and the occasional tripping person swearing could be heard as [Reader] made their desent down with the rest of the team. The flashlights made the hall and steps down to the Waterworks creepy and unsettling, but [Reader]'s heart only increased its beating for the excitement rushing through their veins. Then, the floor flattened, and the air became chilly, like they had opened a refrigerator. The many lights shot to the now open area, and [Reader]'s light hit a large mechanism of cogs and what seemed to be a giant set of rusty copper pipes.

    The carvings and ancient text on the walls and pillers confirmed it. This was the start of the Waterworks and excited whispered erupted, as [Reader] took a flash photo of the mechanism, a larger light lit up the room, and Thomas held a lantern. "Take notes and then we move. I ain't waistin my last years in one room."

      [Reader] wrote down their thoughts and observations as Serena pulled out her own lantern. Thomas spoke up again as Serena peaked over [Reader]'s shoulder "We know our teams, yes? Keep your lanterns on and do not split up. And be mindful of everything around you. We do not know if there are any traps or not."

      "Lets go!" Serena exclaimed and she rushed to the arch to a room ahead and [Reader] followed.

      The room was massive, a huge amount of space and may Waterwheels and pipes, as well as empty fireplaces, areas on the ceiling above these fire placed black and crusty from past smoke. "This is wild. . . " Serena commented as [Reader] took some photos of the pipes up close and the room, trying their best to get everything in from. "Imagine. . . this has been under our feet this whole time, and this place is even more massive then what we see."

    "This place is a labyrinth." Marco said, appearing behind the two making Serena and [Reader] shriek. He laughed and got hit across the chest by [Reader]. "Relax! The old amn said there are a lot of rooms like this, all for their own purpose. I'm staying with you, also-" he paused and pointed his light down the ledge that the stone path they stood on stopped on, showing a second floor. "I hope you don't have a fear of hights. We should find a way down." he said, going ahead. Serena groaned and followed, Reader taking another look down then across the empty space ro the other side, seeing fallen debris that were steep and covering the stone path. [Reader] then moves, and continues to write on their notebook, making a mini sketch.

      The team turned, and walked more and more, [Reader] taking more photos and Serena stopping to look at the ancient text and writing to down to Decipher later. A few more turns and a walk across a very old stone bridge across the massive gap between each wall and walkway, [Reader] paused, looking at a strange set up connected to many pipes. Serena turned from an area that was blocked due to collapsing walls, a landslide that went down into the canal below the floor below, where water would have once flowed through, to [Reader]. "[Reader]? What's up?"

   "Come take a look." They said and Marco stood behind them, Serena also taking a look. "This looks weird."

      "Maybe coals went here?" Marco suggested as [Reader] took a photo and took a quick sketch. "You know? To warm the pipes?"

     [Reader] pursed their lips "No. . . it looks like a power source once went here. See those weird areas that look like funky sockets?" they said, pointing them out. "It looks like maybe something that conducted some for of power went there once. . . but that wouldn't make since, this place was made about 600 years ago?" [Reader] pointed their Camcorder up to the ceiling, it's light hitting the dome like roof "Miracle it has collapsed with us breathing in here."      "Maybe they-" Serena started but Marco spoke up.

   "Hey! You!" he yelled, voice ringing and bouncing across the halls, his light pointed at something below. [Reader] and Selena turned and looked at what Marco was looking at "What are you doing here?! It's not safe!"

     "Is that a child?!" Serena gasped in horror. [Reader] took a good look. It was a dark figure, small and thing with what looked like a silver and black tunic, before it rushed into the darkness. Serena turned and looked shocked at the two. "But how is there a kid in here?! this place has been sealed off for centuries!"

     Marco grabbed his walkie talkie and kept the light on the dark child for as long a possible before it vanished around a corner. "Cheif! There's a kid down here! We are not alone!"

     "What?!" Thomas yelled through the walkie as other voices yelled in shock as well, asking how and why and if it really was a child.

     "It's true! A kid in black, it looks like a tunic is below us!" Serena exclaimed into the device "It ran off and- [READER] NO!" she yelled, Marco turning to watch as [Reader] slid down the mountainous debris to the canal below, jumping onto the path below the level she had just sild down from and ran the direction the child went as Serena's and Marco's crys for them to stop echos across the hall.

     Using their camcorder light, the ran down the hall down the path after the kid before [Reader] skitted to a halt hearing running footsteps down a hallway in the wall, and pointing their light down, they saw not a kid, but a young adult dashing through the hall, far off. "Hey! Stop!" they yelled, running after "Come here! It's not safe! LISTEN!"

     They didn't take note of Where they were, what paths they were taking, eyes only glued ro the figure, pushing through doors that the male closed behind him with ease before slaming into a room and panting. "Stop-" [Reader] inhaled and exhaled heavily, taking off their face mask to breath better, before looking up "I need to get out out of here-" they paused, and stood up, confused and alarmed.

      The kid, confirmed as a young adult, maybe Serena's age, was no stranger. Standing infront of a pedestal holding waht seemed to be a ball that was white with blue and tan markings and metal pins sticking out of it. On walls were copper and wooden control panels with wheels and meters on them. But that wasn't what shocked [Reader]. No. . .

     The person that they had just chased blindly, was a carbon copy of shadow link. But there was darkness surrounding it, like gas as it went and grabbed the strange object. They didn't know what made them, maybe a feeling of bravery or stupidity, but at the moment that the strange- whatever it was- move and took it, [Reader] tackled it, grabbing on and punching its jaw, and snatching the object in the air, but it lunged back, drawing a weapon as a wall of shadow in the shape of a triangle appeared, and as [Reader] jumped back, clutch the item to their chest with a gut feeling that whatever this object was, they couldn't let the shadow have it. But the feeling of ice cold hit them, and soon, as they fell through the strange wall of darkness and purple, the feeling of being ripped apart and put back together overwhelmed them.

      Before [Reader] hit the ground, their world went black.

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Yaaaay! Chapter one done! Hope you enjoyed it! More chapters coming out soon, hopefully in one peice! have a good day/night!

[drunk-on-starlight]

This is all a post from "a guy from somewhere" on eurobricks ninjago 2024 thread. I'm only putting it here because I don't know how big of a cross community there is between the ninjago community on tumblr and eurobricks. All credit goes to "a guy from somewhere."

"Ras has a mech (unknown how big), will be 2nd wave as there where no 3rd wave sets shown. Im assuming it comes in the shadow dojo, maybe like a throne? I guess Beatrix already did that though. 

(Minor update on this: the designer misspoke. They were talking about the small wolf mech in the Kai mech set-drunkonstarlight)

Someone will be making their first appearance as a mini figure, I have a guess it could be Geo as "ears" are mentioned later on, and hes a likely candidate for that. 

Ninja suits are called "mech suits", designed to be sleek and fast and only for when piloting the mechs. Im assuming they were necessary due to the size constraints of using the larger hood/armour parts. 

There will be shorts on Sora making the mechs for the ninja, likely an in-between between seasons 1 and 2, which the 3 waves of 2024 cover. 

Coles mech is meant to have its lava arms, and a prototype model is what inspired Coles rock form in season 1

The duel molded sword is new and there will be a new hook part for the ninja when they go climbing in season 2 (climbing suit weapon)?

The gong of shattering and the mallet of shattering are used to empower Ras's army, and they use the power of the blood moon. 

Egalt is a new character who will be a mentor to the ninja, like Wu. 

The presence of so many mechs was a decision taken as it showed well with kids in testing, particularly the modularity of it, but the designers didn't want half the year to be dedicated to just mechs so they split the year down into 3 waves. Egalt will also have a bigger story presence than the mechs. 

Cinder is the master of smoke, unknown what happened to Ash. Zane was given a mech suit but no mech for completeness sake, and the designers have confirmed the 4 plus dragon it is a source dragon. Theres also a zane car poly bag that rebuilds into the crystallised jet he had.

They confirmed that pixel was going to be back and is on the story board. Ras had arm printing in the sets shown off, but the final sets dont have that, although it may be a variant in the shadow dojo. The rest of the year is apparently way more impressive in the march and summer."

[unhonest-iago]

~Act I~

Techno stood in line for jumbo pops, keeping an eye on the fox at the front. The cashier, an exhausted star borne named Scott Major, 'Listen, I don't know what you're doing skulking around during daylight hours but I don't want any trouble. So hit the road.' pointing to the door. Yogurt, Fundy's 'son' looked around, making eye contact with Techno. 'I'm not looking for any trouble either sir. I simply want to buy a jumbo pop for my little boy' Fundy gestured to the boy, 'Do you want the red or the blue one pal?' The snow fox unable to speak due to the pacifier in his mouth. Yogurt tapped the glass, pointing at the cherry jumbo pop. Scott uncomfortable at how close the kid was, 'Come on kid, back up.'

Addressing Fundy this time, 'Listen buddy, what? they aren't any fox ice cream joints in your part of town?'

Looking sheepish, 'No no, there are, there are. It's just my boy,' pausing to ruffle Yogurt's hair, 'my little champion, he loves all things star borne.' Bringing the boy closer into view, Yogurt flipped the onesie's hoodie over, revealing its star borne theme. ''He wants to be one when he grows up' Yogurt gesturing like Scarlet Witch, pretended he himself was able to shoot stars out of his hands. 'pew pew, pew pew'

'Is that adorable? Who am I to crush his little dreams?' Scott pulling out a sign, 'You probably can't read fox but the sign says we reserve the right to refuse service to anyone,' pointing to each word as they said it. 'So beat it.'

'You're holding up the line' Tommy standing behind the duo shoved them. Techno witnessing what was unfold, stepped in helping the duo acquire the tasty treat.

Not noticing bunny cop Techno watching them, they melted down the popsicle, jarring the syrup in 4 gallon jar. Placing it in the back of a rusted orange van, they drove to Tundra town, Yogurt pressing his feet into the snow. Creating a mold of his paws then placing a small wooden stick. Fundy pouring the jarred syrup into a previous set of molds. It working similar to an assembly line. Next Techno followed them to a bank, selling the 'pawsicles' to otters exiting for lunch. Quickly finishing, the otters toss the sticks into a set of recycling bins. Yogurt underneath them, popped out a door with a mini garbage truck full. Techno still following, saw the duo then deliver the sticks to a construction zone. 'What's with the color?'

'Color? uhhh it's redwood'

The duo splitting the profit, Yogurt quickly ran to his truck, taking off the onesie. 'Hey? no kiss bye-bye for daddy?'

'You kiss me tomorrow, I'll bite your face off.' Placing sunglasses on, 'Ciao.'