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To the couple in the library,

you two weren't fooling anyone.

with your scribbling and passing notes, smiling across the desks at each other while you failed to concentrate.

ignoring rolling eyes, and fleeting glances, breathing laughs that echoed through the hall.

study dates, more fun than you'd think.

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[iamthedamndonutdrawcat]

sitting in a studydate with friends secretly writing light sexual content is a dangerous task only i am shameless enough to do

[this-game-has-themes]

MISERY LOVES COMPANY: chapter 2 (abe/oc)

while abe initially pities his new roommate, her not very scrub-like behavior is threatening to cut into productivity.

chapter cw: violence

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“So do you know what, like, happened? To get you here?”

Howler paused from Abe’s question, and struggled to swallow a mouthful of ration paste. She hastily scribbled her answer with an uncertain hand; her grasp on writing wasn’t much better than an average scrub’s, despite her domestic training.

‘Merjur.’

“Oh, a merger, huh.” Abe clucked his tongue. “So your master couldn’t keep you around? Or was he-”

Howler mimed cocking a gun to her head, and firing it.

“Ohhh, that kind of merger. Um, I’m sorry?”

She rolled her eyes at him often, but he was starting to tell when those instances were from amusement.

Around them, other workers going on their lunch break occasionally stopped to stare at the rare sight of a female. A few risked a whistle or a stray comment, to which Howler had to be demurely pulled away from reacting to with violence. Abe pointed out where the Sligs were posted, and the ominous red security orbs that kept their oppressive eyes on them. It was safer to take the occasional blow to your dignity - take it from him.

Abe wasn’t very well liked amongst his factory floor peers, for what reasons he wasn't terribly sure of. He wasn’t that much softer, ruder or more miserable than the rest of them. If they thought he got special privileges from being a favored victim of their boss, they would be mistaken. But, there was always a pecking order even amongst the lowliest of fodder, and it seemed that Abe had been designated at the bottom upon his birth.

The mild derision of his co-workers was something he shut out during day-to-day tasks, like much of the uncomfortable din of the factory. They had new reasons to hate him now, after word got out that there was a female on the factory floor and that she had shacked up with Him, Of All People. This was less of an insulting accusation than previous claims that Molluck gave him double rations. It seemed to be more a blow to Howler’s pride, than anything.

If she was a rarity, and a relatively pampered one at that, then this life at the bottom of the workforce must have been miserably sobering for her. Abe choosing to help her get acclimated just made it worse; he didn’t need to be verbally chewed out to know she resented her new reliance on him and his experience. He understood; he wouldn’t want to be around himself this much, either.

Their respective duties often separated them, so for a while he only saw Howler when they were going back to their cots at night. Abe tried to keep questions to a minimum, knowing that writing was difficult for her and, well. They only had so much paper. But there was a lot he wanted to know, and there seemed to be a lot she wished she could simply say.

“How did you get that voice box, anyways?”

‘Vykers.’

“Yeah, that makes sense.” Abe looked over Howler’s shoulder as she wrote. After a moment of consideration, she continued.

‘They wantd my voys.’

She pointed to her throat and made that gesture again, briefly, denoting the ‘old rites’ that she had been born into.

‘Studyd me.’

“That’s rough,” was all Abe could say about that. One positive aspect of just being a scrub was that you rarely caught attention from tormentors like the Vykkers. Unless they wanted test subjects.

Howler watched him for a while, her intense stare unreadable as usual. She eventually pointed to him, then pointed to the notepad, pretending to use it. It took a moment for Abe to parse her question.

“How can I read and write? Well, we get some lessons to read machinery instructions… and I get desk duty sometimes. With… with my boss.”

He watched a realization come to her at that. She quickly grabbed his hand, and pointed intently at her scar. Abe paled at what she was implying.

“I don’t think I can ask him about that, Howler. I’m sorry.”

He withered under her glare. Her next words were pressed hard into the paper.

‘Cant or wont?’

Abe held his breath. There were a lot of things he could say he was afraid of Molluck doing to him, and he didn’t want to speak any of them to existence. “I… y-you know what it’s like, don’t you? To be their - to be their fav-favorite?”

That brought Howler to pause, at least. The anger in her expression faded into something more complicated. With a silent sigh, she wrote one more word before putting down the notepad. ‘Sorry.’

Their conversation was apparently over when she slumped back into the fetal position in her cot, her back turned to him, as it often was with no other way to give themselves privacy.

-

Abe went over what she asked of him in his head for the rest of the next day. He could, perhaps, find an opportunity to catch Molluck in a good mood, but that wasn’t likely while sales were down. He never actually asked a favor of his boss before, despite being in a position where he probably could have. If he ever did, it would probably be to just ask him to ‘stop’. Not that Molluck would acquiesce to that.

As his janitorial duties led to him visiting the bar to take the trash out, he found himself seeing Howler between shifts. The bar wasn’t usually a place where a scrub could just waltz right in for a brew, but that rule wasn’t very heavily enforced by the drunken Sligs that lounged there. A scrub also had the benefit of being invisible, inconsequential background fodder, and that alone was an advantage.

Howler, however, did not meld into the background. As a domestic slave - a corrective, no less - she stood out. Even amongst the other correctives that made up the new blood, as an intact female. People noticed that. Alf noticed that.

The bartender nearly dropped his glass at the sight of her. “Holy shit. The rumors are true.”

Howler faced him with a silent, terse stare. Fearing what she could do that would cause a scene, Abe opted to pause his trash collecting duties and check in on her.

Alf readjusted his fez like it was going to do him any favors. He leaned over the counter to try and get a better look at her figure. “So what is a uh, babe like you doing in a place like this? Other than, uh, the whole slave trade thing.”

Howler rolled her eyes, and pointed to one of the bottles behind him.

Alf glanced at it incredulously before shaking his head. “Nahh, sorry toots, that stuff’s not for scrubs. I can getcha a brew if you-”

Howler interrupted him with a sharp slap on the surface of the counter. It was a sudden, jarring sound that made a few of the present Mudokons - the grizzled, motley corrective transfers - suddenly bolt upright at attention. Wordlessly, Howler pointed at the bottle again.

The bartender crossed his arms, unyielding. “Ohh no, you’re not going to play tough guy with me, sister. I already fend off drunkard Sligs on the daily, you know. Just run along, and I won’t call in security.”

Abe was getting in reach of Howler to pull her away, at this point. Instead of lunging at the service mud like he expected her to, the mute woman considered the man before her for a moment, then unhooked one of the suspenders on her work overalls. She revealed part of her chest - still covered by her off-white undershirt, but still probably more semblance of a womanly body than most scrubs would ever see in their lifetime. She grabbed a topmost breast and gave Alf an expectant look.

Alf gawked at the sight, however meager it was. His hands shook as he sprung into action. “Right! Right - right away, miss. Uh - do you, uh, want a glass or like, the whole bottle?”

Howler pointed at a glass, thankfully. Alf could barely keep his eyes on the task of pouring, glancing back feverishly at her for the several tense seconds it took, as though she would vanish at a moment’s notice. His hand was trembling when he offered it to her, and she stilled him by gently taking him by the wrist.

The bartender took in a sharp gasp of breath when the woman guided his open palm to her chest. Abe, left on the sidelines, felt the heat rise in his face from the brazenness of the act. It was only a couple of seconds, and it was over the clothes, but it was still probably a more egregious misdemeanor than mere violence.

After granting him a momentary fondle, Howler removed Alf from her person. The service scrub reeled back to lean against the rack of bottles, seemingly dumbstruck by the contact. Abe watched Howler as she finally noticed his presence, flashed him a smug little smile, and took a sip.

When she offered him the glass, the scrub took a wary step back despite himself. “No thanks, I’m, ah, still on shift.”

Howler answered his hesitance with a shrug, and nothing more.

It was getting exhausting, feeling like he needed to keep an eye on her on top of everything else that had become his responsibilities in the factory. Not that she was his responsibility. Abe simply had no idea what it must have been like to have been captured into servitude, instead of born for it. Down to a genetic scale, he was more suited to this life than she was, and that made him… well. ‘Pity’ was a strong word that he imagined she would have some choice things to say about, if she could say them. Or spell them.

Howler took a quiet seat in the corner, making sure her back was to nobody. While he tried to mind his own business, Abe still glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. He watched as another mud approached her table.

This one’s back was straight, rather than bent by a lifetime of toil; he was a corrective, visibly larger and stronger looking than the factory stock around him. A ragged, whip-scarred Mudokon that had wild, bloodshot eyes trained on his target. Howler bristled as he closed in on her, but made no attempt to move.

“Well, well, well. The princess is finally in the cage with the rest of us.” The corrective sat at the seat across from her. The RuptureFarms uniform fit his frame poorly, and it only served to make him more menacing. “Looks like Vegh didn’t give you special treatment after all. I bet you really thought he would, didn’t you?”

Howler had backed away in her seat far enough for the back of her head to touch the wall behind her, but in her position she was essentially pinned. She kept up her usual aloof expression, and faced the Mudokon’s sneer with a cold eye as she slowly shook her head.

“Ohhh, it is great to see you here,” the corrective chuckled darkly, “I’ve waited so long for you to be on the other side of the chain-link fence. Finally, you’re gonna stop beating me long enough for me to ask: why? Why, Howler?”

The Mudokon knew full well she couldn’t talk back, though he wouldn’t have let her speak regardless before continuing, “Was it worth it? Was it all fucking worth it in the end, princess? All that boot licking and clasper gobbling, just to get your place at the foot of his bed? Just to get the privilege of holding the whip?”

Howler silently huffed, and pulled out her notepad. Abe, at his distance, couldn’t see what she wrote; all he could gather was that reading her reply made the larger mud seethe. The Mudokon standing abruptly made his chair clatter noisily on the metal floor, alerting everyone nearby. He pinned her against the wall when she tried to bolt in vain. One of the more sober Sligs looked over to see a worker out of line, and he reacted accordingly.

It only would have taken one shot, but Sligs never really stopped there. Workers and unprepared Sligs alike ducked instinctively to the floor. From there, Abe could see every other mud ducking alongside him, except for Howler.

When the gunfire stopped and the smoke cleared, the attacking corrective was left a limp, perforated corpse, draped unnaturally over the chair she sat in. Blood dripped from him to add to the splattered mess the rifle rounds painted in the corner. Abe resigned himself to the additional work piling up before him.

As everyone shakily tried to go back to what they were doing, a Slig made a couple of workers haul the corrective’s corpse out of the bar by his feet. The long, red trail of a bloodstain it made would also become overtime for the beleaguered janitor. He wasn’t thinking about that, though; what concerned him was that Howler had conveniently vanished without a trace, and left the corrective Mudokon to take the brunt of the punishment.

Alf wasn’t at the bar either, come to think of it. But during violent ‘bar fights’ like these, he tended to dip into the backroom; Abe’s suspicions were confirmed when he saw the door ajar.

He risked a peek through the narrow gap. From behind the door, he heard a familiar voice say, “you alright there, sister?”

A visibly shaken Howler flinched away from the taller mud when he made a move to get closer. Alf took a cautionary step back, hands held up to drive home no ill intent. “Hey, hey, it’s cool. Jus’ wanted to make sure you didn’t get hit.”

Howler squinted at him suspiciously. Her arms were folded defensively over her chest. At that point, Abe decided to step in; it felt like the right time, and the woman seemed, for once, to be happy to see him. Her hands trembled as she tried to write on her notepad.

Abe interrupted her. “What was all that about?”

The tattooed woman stopped, visibly pale under the dim fluorescent light. She reluctantly wrote down an answer.

…Then she stopped, discarded the thought, and turned the page to write something else she was more confident in showing him.

‘Dont wory abowt it’

“O-okay,” Abe said, uncertain. “I gotta… clean up the mess you made, I guess, so…”

Howler gave him the usual dismissive flick of her hand, directed at both of the men in the room. She shoulder-checked him yet again as she squeezed through the doorway.

Alf took off his fez to rub his feather-bare head, and watched her leave with a certain light in his eyes. “Wow, she’s a real ‘strong n’ silent’ type, isn’t she?”

Abe just sighed.

By now, the rest of the bar had more or less settled down. The gunner that executed the Mudokon ordered another round for him and his Slig peers. People stepped carelessly on the bloodstains, inured to gore and violence, and possibly just trying to give Abe more work to do on purpose. Blood, at least, was something he was accustomed to dealing with; and though he didn’t want to admit it, it was a nice change of pace to clean up the gore of a Mudokon that gave him no ill at ease. This wasn’t a fellow worker he grew up around, this was a complete stranger. A wild-caught bush-mud, different from him on a genetic level.

The body was mercifully intact when it was dragged away, so there were only minimal flesh chunks to scrape up after it. Amongst those bits and pieces, Abe noticed a page out of Howler’s notepad. It was sticky and soaked red with blood, but it was still barely legible.

It said, ‘I wantd to LIVE.”

[kurios-development-hell]

OK, so far the model is complete, but I need to put an armature in him too because without bones, there is going to be zero movement and zero posing. I'm more concerned about the presentation... I want to try out an interesting way of rendering it in a less photorealistic way (and that means STUDYDING this Sunday how the studio TRIGGER does certain stuff I want to imitate 📚). At least I'm happy with the Addison hands I made 🖐 (it took me like 4 days of wondering the science behind it, how to make them like the articulated Addison hands they are and not normal hands that everyone else and their cat tack to their models -- I made everything from a single square). These hands can be shaped in many designs for all the other body types of Addison in my AU cast (sadly these can't be used on Spwatchton because his hands of "Spurious-Admin" are different...). This means that I can use these hands as template to model the ones of my other Addison OCs 😁OMG I can't wait to model all of my Addis dsfkjhdfkjlhasd 💥

Anyhow, that's an update on the model. I'll keep blendering until my eyes fall off.

On another thing, I also took the time to develop the storyboard of the AMV I want to animate of Spwatchton vs. "Tenna" (whoever that is lol), and it slaps so hard, but they are like 25 camera shots of animated storytelling, I'm not even sure if I'll be able to have enough time to do it. I always wanted to do my own "anime style" music video since I was a teenager, and I could add this AMV easily to my portfolio and enrich my career with animation. Ah, so many ambitions... but my determination depends on the power of kromer to stabilize my life and not beg for people to commission me to pay my internet. I also titled the animation storyboard as "Deletenna". What Spwatch is going to do in that animation, I leave that to your imagination until I can make the first draft of sketches 👉👈

[bewakulfi]

i wanna go on studydates 😓

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some y academy twt dump (i will rough translate them)

mataro: people said that dogs gets more attention than cats, then why do people use "anjing" (literally means dog, depend on context used) as a swear word but not cats😭

jipe: no that's a praise, we should proud to be called "anjing"

mera: ur dad's sucks

jipe: FUCK

Koma: is "mbung" means bloated?

Fubuki: i dont want (that's the meaning)

jipe: what does it mean?

fubu: I DONT WANNA U DUMB

jipe: IM JUST ASKING WHAT IT MEANS WTF

kuka: *basically explaining certain livestocks animals are for qurban and said dragons are excluded and it's haram if they have fangs or nails*

jipe: can i have a dragon and i would remove the fangs

kuka: *said that not all livestocks are used for qurban and only that mentioned the latter that are used*

jipe: ...and dragon

mataro: i would bite you and turn you into a dragon if you insist

kyubi: which is better? chnel or YSL? just asking cuz i only have 2k rupiah (around 0.13 usd idk)

fubuki: i suggest you buy staple foods🙏

kyubi: how much this cimol is worth? (just a guessing game)

mataro: 7/10

fubuki: the fukn price u fuck

mataro: I MEAN 7/10k (in IDR)

fubuki: WTF IS THAT PRICE

mataro: I MEAN 7K OR 10K

fubuki: OHH I SEE THATS HOW U SAY SO THAT U DONT WANT ME TO K!LL YOU

fubuki (supposed to be mataro but it fits her exactly lol): ILL FKN HIT YOU B-

fubuki: i hope the sky rains with thunder...

mataro: i want to cry without being looking at, want to mencret(gettin dierrhea lmao) without anyone hearing... I MEAN "SCREAM"(menjerit)

jipe: what even is studydate if we cant even understand the subject

fubuki: yeah that's called "dumbdate"

kyubi: hi

mera: *basically insults him being handsome*

kyubi: im just saying "hi" the fuck

[punchinellovista]

art studyd thing i did

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jiwa independent gw kayanya muncul pas pagi-sore deh nyatanya kalo malem gw tbtb kepikiran pengen studydate 😭☝🏻🙏🏻

kek u know ga sii??! pake zoom trs dia ngejelasin materi yg ga lu pahamin smpe lu paham gitu akakisjjsk (but dibenak terdalam lu takut kena sleding). Pengen punya "dev" versi nyatanya deh wkwk🫶🏻

niat mau latsol um malah tantrum kaya zetta malem" emng suka ngehalu 😭🙏🏻

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[seancodydotcompremium]

Had a semi-date today (studydate) and it went okay but kinda sad the library was so full we couldn't even sit next to each other :(

[rubylace]

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a/n: I was hectic in my last highschool back then, didn't realize it only this much. .

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