#Detailed Underlay

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Volume Underlay

Introduction: In the realm of technical analysis, traders and analysts often rely on various indicators to gain insights into market movements and make informed decisions. One such indicator that has gained attention for its effectiveness is the Detailed Underlay. In this blog post, we will delve into what the Detailed Underlay indicator is, how it works, and how traders can utilize it to…

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Dr. Miller (Doctor!Joel Miller x Reader)

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Summary: An unexpected visit to the new OB-GYN in town results in a less than professional exam.

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, 18+, MDNI, fingering, oral (f!receiving), allusions to infidelity, porn with (some) plot, gynaecological exam, undefined age gap, very unprofessional doctor!Joel lol, pet names, lots of fluff at the end!!

A/n: Thank you to the very lovely anon who requested this! You can find the request here. The idea is from a wonderful Bridgeton fic by @ao3loveisstrong, which you can read here! Thank you so much again for letting me use your idea ☺️❤️ hope everyone enjoys!

There’s nothing particularly warm about the waiting room. Of course, for all the gynaecology offices you’ve visited, that’s pretty par for the course. Just stone-grey walls, the paint chipping in parts, and posters stuck up that may have once added colour but have faded now into barely-legible antenatal support numbers and information on STIs.

The only noise that fills the space is the mechanical click click click of the receptionist’s typing, the only sound she’s made apart from a grumbled “sit over there” when you first walked in. Anytime you tap on your phone she shoots you a death stare from over her desk, so you instead opt for sitting with your hands on your lap and staring at your feet.

“Ma’am? The Doctor’s ready for you now.”

You look up to find the nurse looking right at you, her friendly smile about the only thing brightening up the room. 

You follow her down the corridor, just as dull and drab as the waiting room, to the final door where a sign reads ‘Dr. Miller, OB-GYN’ in scratched letters.

“Just through here,” she gestures, knocking the door and quickly getting a “come in” in reply. You straighten your top, even the waistband on your skirt and give the nurse a quick smile before slipping into the office.

Dr. Miller’s room is brighter, the walls clearly treated to a fresh lick of paint, with ‘thank you’ cards pinned to a corkboard beside the window. You can tell he’s made an effort to make it more welcoming, more comforting, and it works. It’s still clinical, all-white with tools and sanitising solutions dotted around, but his touches of personality make it almost like a home. There’s a picture frame on his desk, a little too far away for you to see the detail on it, but the black-clad, larger frame holding the smaller white-draped one tells you it’s a wedding photo. It’s sweet.

And sat at the desk, of course, is the man himself, his eyes trained on you from the moment you walked in. 

Doctor Miller stands, tugging on the shirt of his white scrubs. “Ah, hello -”

“Y/N,” you interject, and a small grin tilts his lips upwards. He’s cheeky, confident. He’s hot.

“Right, Y/N,” he pauses. “Your appointment was made quite last-minute today.” 

He makes his way to the exam table as he talks, patting where he wants you to lie down.

You let your eyes wander from his hand, trailing up his arm to his jaw, covered in a soft, greying beard that gives him an irresistible ruggedness. He’s tall, with big broad shoulders that overshadow your own, the structure of his face harsh yet perfectly sculpted.

“Well, it was an emergency, Doctor,” you reply, leaving your coat and bag on a nearby chair before hopping onto the table and trying not to let your gaze linger on his frame. He’s just trying to do his job, after all.

You swing your legs onto the table and lay down, legs bent and knees in the air, exposed. Dr. Miller’s already towering figure hangs over you, his eyes on yours, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up past his elbows.

“Comfy?” He asks, something playful underlaying his tone. Like he’s teasing you.

You shrug, “are these things meant to be comfy?” 

The Doctor laughs and shakes his head, landing a hand on your covered knee. “Unfortunately, I don’t think so. But I’ll make things as comfortable as possible for ‘ya.”

His southern drawl is prominent, but for his rough appearance, it’s soft and gentle. Kind to the ears.

You just nod and smile, satisfying him as he takes a seat on the stool before the table and asks, “what’s the problem then, darlin’?”

Darlin’. A name that drips so easily from his lips, so smoothly, and yet it sets your tummy on fire and it’s all you can do not to squeeze your legs back together right there in front of him. 

You swallow. “I think it’s best if you see for yourself, Doc.”

His gaze falls to your crotch, carefully pushing the mesh of your skirt up over your legs to reveal your underwear, the ones you can feel a puddle of arousal forming in. You know he must see your wetness when he sighs out, his eyes stuck on your crotch for a moment longer before he looks back up to you again.

“You’re married,” he observes, having noticed your wedding band.

You’d be hard-pressed not to notice his hands drifting along your thighs as you answer with a soft “mhm”.

“And how’s your sex life?” 

The question is blunt, direct, genuine. Hopeful, perhaps. “It’s… okay. A little slow,” you answer, biting your lip when you see his brows knit together.

“Slow? You don’t have sex often?”

“No, no,” you answer quickly. “He’s just slow in bed. I think it’s ‘cos he’s so old.” There’s a firmer grip on your thighs now, and you try not to giggle, focussing on the ceiling so as not to give yourself away as he stares up at you.

“Right,” is all he replies, before startling you with how quickly he rips off your underwear and throws them onto the floor. Unprofessional, unsanitary, uncaring.

Desperate.

“How’s it look, Dr. Miller?” You tease. He slowly, painfully, brings a finger to your entrance; his thumb if its thickness is anything to go by.

“You’re wet,” he whispers, almost inaudible. “You always get this wet? For your husband?”

Your heart races, and you don’t realise you haven’t answered the Doctor until he pulls his hand away, tracing it back along your inner thigh. “You seem distracted, (Y/N). Maybe we should reschedule our app-”

“No!” You all but yell, an embarrassed flush quickly joining the heat in your cheeks. You can’t see his face, but you know Dr. Miller’s smirking, and you shuffle awkwardly on the table. “Need you to check up on me, Doctor,” you whine.

“Well in that case, ma’am…” he stalls, though you’re acutely aware of his presence at your core, so much so you can almost feel his breath hit your clit. “I need you to lay extra still for me. Can you do that?”

You nod, not saying anything, and he laughs. “Very well then.”

You jolt as Dr. Miller swipes his thumb over your clit, throbbing and sensitive at his touch, desperate for more. He goes lower, using two fingers to spread your folds apart, his voice noticeably deeper as he groans.

“You’re dripping, sweetheart.” The Doctor’s gentle cadence is gone, pure lust soaking his words.

“That a good sign, Doctor?” You ask, willing yourself to stay calm as you feel the tip of his fingers tease your entrance.

His other hand moves to the top of your knee, holding it in place as he pushes two fingers inside you, so big they stretch out your cunt with ease. “Very good,” he breathes, too occupied with watching his fingers push in and out to even register his own words.

The two of you are silent for a few moments then, the only sound in the room that of your laboured breathing and the wet slick of your cunt tensing around Dr. Miller’s fingers. He’s skilled, moving in all the right ways and finding a rhythm that makes your toes curl, straining against the table at his mercy.

“You need another one. ‘Ta make sure everything’s fine,” Dr. Miller mutters. His words are strained, like he’s resisting his own urge to moan out, to go completely feral on you while nurses and receptionists shuffle around on the other side of the door. You wish he would.

“O-okay, Dr. Miller. Whatever you want, sir, please,” you gasp, a wave of pleasure flooding you as he finally reacts to your words, groaning a “fuck” and quickly spreading you even further with a third finger. Your hands go to grab his hair on instinct, but your position on the exam table makes it impossible, so you grip the sides of the metal frame instead and squeeze as he curls his fingers deep inside you and fucks you with them harder, faster.

You bite your lip, desperate to halt the moans that threaten to break out far too loudly, sure to draw attention from anyone passing by. But the coil in your lower tummy tightens, led by the Doctor’s expert movements inside you, and you whimper “I’m cu- cumming, oh my god, I-” before arching your back off the table and - 

He stops. He removes his fingers, the feeling of emptiness immediate, and you cry out as he goes back to caressing your thighs.

“Sh, shh,” he soothes, placing a gentle kiss to your knee. “I need to see how you taste, baby. Can I do that? Can I fuck you with my tongue?”

You don’t, can’t, even speak, just frantically nod and buck your hips into the air for some sense of relief. You hear the Doctor chuckle against your skin, his kisses trailing back down your leg until his nose is nestled in the crook of your pubic bone, not where you need him but just close enough to bring tears to your eyes.

“Please, Dr. Miller, I need it, please-”

He hears you. He hears you, and you know it gets to him when you call him that, and before you can even register his movements he’s driving his tongue inside you and nudging his nose against your cunt. You yelp, hands once again gripping the metal frame of the exam table, heels digging in to the cushioned mat where you’re lay.

The Doctor moans, the vibrations hitting your clit and making you moan back, the fast pace of his movements making it almost too overwhelming. “So good,” he grunts, flicking his tongue against your clit as he takes a moment to breathe. “So fucking good, baby. Such a gorgeous little pussy. So perfect.”

“It’s yours, Dr. Miller. Oh god, it’s yours. Please just - oh, just make me cum, Doctor, please.”

You sound pathetic, you know you do, but you can’t find it within yourself to care. You  know he loves it because he groans again, still breathless but diving back into your cunt and pushing his tongue even deeper inside you, wet and warm and hitting all the right spots.

You’re getting close, and he must sense it because he releases his bruising grasp on your knee to thumb your clit, fast and needy, losing the rhythm he’s built in his own desperation. 

“Come on, sweetheart, cum for me. Cum on my tongue,” he demands, pushing and pushing until you stutter over the edge and finally reach your release. You clasp a hand over your mouth, ignoring the tears that fall down your cheeks and arching up from the table, seeing stars as Dr. Miller coaxes you through your orgasm and finally begins to slowly, gently, bring you down from your high. 

“Alright baby, alright.” His voice is starkly different to how it was just moments ago; calm, gentle, caring. You lay still for a little while longer, the rising and falling of your chest starting to settle, the pattern on the ceiling more visible where it once whirred with your dizziness. 

And then you sit up, Joel’s face already tracking yours,  a grin playing on his lips.

“Too old, huh?” He recalls, less-than-impressed although you know he’s only being playful. “I may be older than you, sweetheart, but I doubt none of them younger boys could make you squirt in my office.”

“I squirted?” You ask, shocked. You didn’t even realise, too caught up in the pleasure and the way he filled your senses.

Your husband just grins further, and you roll your eyes, though you match his smile. 

“You gotta start warnin’ me when you visit the office, sweetheart. You’re wearing me out,” he laughs, finally standing from his little stool to settle between your legs where they dangle off the exam table.

“Shouldn’t be a problem since you’re so not old,” you quip back, making him roll his eyes. He takes your hands in his larger ones, brushing a messy piece of hair from your eyes and kissing the spot just above your brow, whispering “I love you” against your skin.

You adore when he’s like this; so gentle, so sweet. And you know that no matter how much he complains, he loves it when you come to visit him at work. He’s only moved into this office recently, the both of you still getting used to the new area, and you couldn’t be prouder of how far he’s come.

“I love what you’ve done with the place, baby,” you tell him, nuzzling his bearded jaw and resting a hand on his chest. “I’m so proud of you.” 

Joel only hums, modest as ever, holding you closely. He knows you mean it. You’ve been with him from the start, through everything, making the highs higher and the lows easier; every day he wonders how he’s gotten this lucky, even if you do leave him endlessly flustered with your surprise office visits.

You lean up to press a gentle kiss on his lips, grinning as he moans into you, and ots only then that you notice how hard he still is beneath his scrubs. 

“What time are you home?” You ask, your hands playing with his collar and the scruff of his beard.

“Around 5:30, hopefully,” he replies, though he looks in his own world as his eyes flutter closed at your touch and his head tips into your hand.

“Alright,” you press another kiss against his jaw, “well as soon as you’re back, I’ll fix this.” You gently squeeze his throbbing cock over his pants, making him moan and his hips stutter. 

“Baby, you ruin me,” Joel whines as you remove your hands and jump off the table, collecting your bag and coat before turning to face him with a giggle. You cup his jaw again as he rests his hands on your waist and you kiss him, deeper this time, not wanting to let go. “You love me,” you retort, grinning even wider as he cocks a brow but laughs all the same.

“I do, sweetheart. So much.” 

He stares into your eyes, thumbing your hips, his forehead pressed against yours. It’s such a sweet little moment, intimate, and you wonder why you keep on visiting him at work when it means you can’t stay there all day. He wonders the same. 

“I love you too, Dr. Miller” is your final reply as you head for the door, sending your husband a little wave and giggling as he mutters, “stop calling me that. Drives me crazy.”

Of course, you know he loves that, too. “Whatever you say, Dr. Miller,” you laugh, slipping out of his office and already thinking of how you’ll treat him when he gets home.

─── ･ .✧: .☽ . :✧. ･ ───

Tag list: @vickie5446 @skysmiller @none-of-this-makes-any-sense @letmehavemyfictionalmen

[grey-sorcery]

Checklist for potent spellwork

Here is a list to use as a reference when creating a spell for yourself or when appraising a spell guide. All points that are absolutely necessary for spellwork will be colored blue and all points labeled red are big red flags if missing from a spell guide.

Concepts

Intent; a truth that is held by the caster, not desire.

Passion: a related emotional state that is channeled and felt during casting.

Gnosis: a singular point of unbroken focus, which becomes mores specific the more details it includes. Includes having enough presence to build up and channel all energies and emotions required.

Target: A specific target, not a broad generalization or area of effect that is too large to be conceptualized.

Means of actualization: a realisitc and probable path for the spell to follow in order to cause the desired outcome.

Path of least resistance: the combination of the target and means of actualization that, in combination, are the most efficient options.

Circumstance: the moment in time in which the spell is cast was chosen carefully with the path of least resistance in mind.

Theory: the underlaying properties of the magic employed do not attempt to break known physical laws, use defunct concepts such as the law of attraction, or rely too heavily on personal narratives.

Practice

Energy work: the energy work is clear, conscious, and is in no way reliant on visualization.

Nodes: all correspondences are unique and accurately relate to the purpose, target, and means of actualization of the spell.

Spirits: spirits involved (if any) have ample reason or purpose to act in concordance with or in aid of the spell.

Culture: the spell and it’s components do not involve aspects of traditions to which the caster has no claim and no thorough contextual understanding up.

Experimentation: the concepts, practices, and other aspects of the (final) spell have been tested thoroughly enough to determine how to best apply them.

Physicality: the use of tools, Sigils, incantations, etc do not interfere with or break the state of gnosis required for casting.

To be fair, very few spell guides include any of the following. However, I think it’d be prudent for the community to start doing so.

Recording

Logs: an accurate and detail log is taken about the working.

Guide: (applicable only to guides) the language used adequately relays all necessary information to reproduce the spell to some degree of precision.

Language: the language used accurately and precisely represents the concepts and practices that take place during the spell.

Verification

Perspective: the inclusion of possible mundane explanations for the outcome, such as (but not limited to) placebo, statistical inevitablity, and/or mental illness.

Divination: readings are done about the working as objectively as possible, from third party diviners without spoiling details of able.

Bias: all possible biases are noted and considered when reflecting on the outcome.

Witness: the testimony of all witnesses to the results include the weight of their personal biases in relation to the caster.

[shadeops21]

MWII Cosplay Guide - Valeria, Out For Blood

I've had this one requested to me via a few comments on my posts, DMs, and Asks (that have been read but will be unanswered given the volume).

I don't normally cave to requests, but the volume did kinda underlay just how in-demand this one was, so I relented just this once to popular demand.

I want to preface this that this guide will be lacking in critical detail, as some parts of her equipment were hard to ID, or were completely fictionalised. The major parts of this were the vest, which I've indicated my doubts and where the design team might've drawn inspiration from. If you do want to recreate, I suggest just using a black JPC 2.0. Additionally, the pants are just generic cargo pants, and the shirt isn't commercially available in black, so you may have to get creative or find an alternative on your own.

This guide will be a Tumblr exclusive.

Please show your appreciation through reblogs, as spreading guides like these will only benefit the cosplaying MW community, and also help spread the other guides I've made!

(I also won't say no to any tips that you may want to leave on this post. Zero obligation, but this does take a considerable amount of time to research and put together, so I won't say no. I won't paywall content, but I won't say no to any generosity!)

[shefanispeculator]

Gwen Stefani and Blake Shelton were totally in love — and couldn't help but show it — on their latest red carpet date night. 

On Friday, May 10, the Voice alums stepped out for the 27th annual Keep Memory Alive Power of Love Gala, where Shelton was the evening's honoree.

The pair, who've been married since 2021, stopped red carpet traffic inside the Fontainebleau Las Vegas. 

Stefani, 54, had all eyes on her in a long-sleeved silver mini-dress. The form-fitting and sheer garment was covered in crystals and had a lace underlay. Her textured details elevated her date night look. 

The “Don’t Speak” singer also donned a pair of shimmery stiletto-heel leggings with crystals that decorated her legs and added shine to her shoes.  

For her glam, Stefani’s signature blonde hair was sleek and parted to the side, made complete with her signature red lip.

Shelton, 47, let his wife have the spotlight for the evening, opting for a muted, but classic look. The country singer posed for pictures in a black collared, button-down shirt with a black jacket.

He paired his look with denim jeans and brown shoes.

The gala, which raises funds for brain health research and care at Cleveland Clinic Lou Ruvo Center for Brain Health, also had a lineup of stellar performances by Jay Allen, Colbie Caillat, Kristin Chenoweth, Andy Grammer, Mickey Guyton, Gary LeVox and Cassadee Pope, winner of season 3 of The Voice and Shelton’s former trainee. 

[i-sveikata]

Hello!

I don't want to ask about the next chapter date, but I really liked when you'd talk about future chapters here, even when it was just mentioning the percentage of writing done or any small detail. So, if you don't mind and enjoy answering questions about it, what was you favorite scene to write and the most difficult one? Anything funny/interesting about it or the writing process? Have you decided where you want the next chapter to end? Was there a scene you weren't really looking forward to writing, but it needed to happen for the sake of the plot? I hope this isn't too spoiler-y, it can be as vague as you like! Hope you have a great day ✨️

hi anon! ha thats great cause i dont know it!

totally happy to talk about the chapter! lmao i got no idea about percentage done only that (as always) the chap is likely to end up longer than i expected ahhahahaahahah.

ive been writing a lot of smut scenes so most of the overall vibe of the chap has been pretty horny lol. its always a different experience writing sex scenes because youre trying to fit a lot of working parts together like what are the main emotions being conveyed? is it sexy and sensual? is it raw and messy and violently passionate? and then there's all the practical considerations like where are their hands at? who took pants off first? did you remember to remove the socks? are they actually in the kind of position that would be physically impossible in real life? lmao. i find the most important part is making a sex scene believable because youre not going to get a reaction from an audience who doesnt believe in it. and if its not believable then even that has its own function and is fulfilling some kind of narrative purpose in the moment to underlay an unaddressed tension. it feels like there are a lot of layers to the characters in this fic and honestly that comes across into the sex too!!

so in this chap they're in a very interesting new dynamic now where pete has been the one sort of chasing Vegas (and it kind of blew up in his face a little) like sure he's admitted to being angry but he hasn't quite admitted to what that did to his trust in vegas. pete offering himself to vegas was a BIG deal and vegas running off anyway was a deep cut to pete (even if vegas also gave him the ring). and that hasn't been sufficiently addressed as yet- so pete is already falling back into old habits of being a little more guarded with himself again. and vegas is such an emotional mess at the moment he's trying to deepen their intimacy as much as he can. he wants to feel close to pete but hes at least self aware enough about his chances for that which is why hes so intent in doing it through physical means (sex and bodily intimacy). i think vegas is very sensitive to any changes to petes behaviour around him so its not going to take very long for him to pick up theres something affecting the previous easy comfort they were finding in each others company before the coup. which is also why hes coming on a lot stronger in the sense of being possessive of pete and his time around people who arent a threat to him (i.e his brother and pete's family) and then being openly hostile to people who have some kind of claim to pete (like his childhood friend poom who isnt romantically interested in pete). basically vegas is feeling insecure of their relationship just as pete is feeling a little insecure about his ability to trust vegas- they're just showing the effects of this in different ways!! (well pete isnt quite showing it as yet but he will)

hmm favourite scene atm is their messy bathroom hook up tbh it is really off the wall for them. i wouldnt say theres an especially difficult scene- i dont normally view writing like that but i have been reworking a lot of that bathroom scene because its actually going to include both POVs and ive been trying to figure out the best place for that POV shift to transition (but i think i've finally decided on a point that im satisfied with). for scenes im interested in most i tend to write those first and then build on them long enough that they end up linking together with other scenes into a comprehensive storyline so there's not really scenes i'm not looking forward to writing if that makes sense? theres obvs like the research details which i end up having to search for but i usually put in placeholders so it doesnt affect the flow of the writing whilst im doing it. i guess for your question then that it would just be the scenes that i get to last? but that doesnt necessarily mean i dont like them or arent interested in them or don't want to write them. it's weirdly a lot less conscious decision making in regards to that. im mostly just filling in scenes that i havent written yet at the moment. i usually like the ideas i come up with for the sake of the plot so there's really not that much reluctance in those plot decisions tbh!! like i came up with a connection/ backstory to the minor family/ main family rings which tankhun is planning to use to his advantage (and get petes help to do so) and it ended up tying in really well with the characterisations of Mr Korn and Mr Kan so that it slotted very neatly (imo) into the fic! i dont mind being too spoilery if people don't mind being spoiled!! but i know ppl have different standards for that so it's better (and sometimes more fun!) to be a bit vague.

thanks for the questions!! it was great to think about. hope you have a great day too! :)

[dailyanarchistposts]

The Many Faces of Authority

The complicity of nation-states, NGOs and corporations in creating ecological degradation showed itself again recently, when Denmark announced its plans (praised by Greenpeace as a historic event) to phase out oil drilling in the North Sea by 2050.[20] Parallel to their ambitious goals, Denmark builds hundreds of kilometers of new infrastructure for fossil fuels with the European Baltic Pipe project.[21] This project will also connect to Danish sugar factories on Lolland,[22] an industry releasing the second highest Co2 emissions in Denmark,[23] making it clear that Denmark’s ‘green’ ambitions are heavily misrepresented.

Green NGOs like Greenpeace continue to keep inventory on the destruction of nature and bargain the details of destruction with corporations. In 2010 Greenpeace entered an agreement supporting logging companies in the Canadian Boreal Forest Agreement[24] and, recently, praised Mærsk – the planet’s largest shipping company and, until 2017,[25] a big player in the oil industry – merely for refusing to ship a specific Antarctic toothfish.[26] NGOs collaborate with state and capital constantly; they are businesses in and of themselves and constantly sell out movements defending forests, rivers and marine ecosystems [R.F. – see Green Capital & Environmental “Leaders” Won’t Save Us].

Promoting a notion of “net zero” emissions and subsequent carbon trading schemes is leading to a major land grab in the Global South. Industrial scale green energies, which increase the total energy market rather than decreasing fossil fuels, also lead to new profits for energy companies and devastate vast sacrifice zones in poor areas. It is no coincidence that all these technocratic solutions proposed by green NGOs are also supported by energy corporations.

The guises of authoritarianism are plenty and its attempts to resolve environmental issues have failed and led to increased degradation. Representative democracy, and other systems based on bureaucratic authority, have taught us change comes through politicians, corporations, NGOs and, of course, personal consumer choice [R.F. – see Return Fire vol.5 pg65]. The underlaying implication of this narrative is that chaotic organizing, viral direct action (and unrestrained) and immediate change in conduct is not the answer.

We need to recognize that authoritarianism and human-centric claims to supremacy over the earth have been and continue to be the root of socio-ecological crisis. This happens via the church, the State, urbanization and modern mechanical science,[27] all of which seek domination and control over the systems of our planet. This is not to say modern science is not useful, but to remember that it comes at a material and energetic cost [R.F. – see Return Fire vol.5 pg33].

[ladyjanesta]

Hannibal Season 4

I have a very specific way I want it shot. Nothing like Silence of the Lambs, they're out in the world let's have fun with it.

I want it to cut between the FBI team who have been tasked to hunt them down and them just navigating a new relationship when they have history and just two long time bachelors learning to live with one another (Will's three year marriage notwithstanding as there's no way he was 'himself' whilst with her) whilst also in hiding from the FBI.

Hannibal can't have a pretentious speech ready at all times, especially about basic, tedious day to day life like, you know Hannibal has to buy a shit ton of lint rollers because of Will's dog habit.

Will being sent out to buy a certain ingredient from the market and just slightly getting it wrong, not wrong enough for it to be a problem but Hannibal was very specific in what he wanted, Will not really seeing the problem and Hannibal having to choose to make it an issue or to just let it go.

Just, the little readjustments when sharing your space with another person as an adult.

Does Hannibal snore? Does Hannibal snore loud enough that it keeps Will from sleeping? Does Hannibal occasionally wake up to Will standing over him white knuckling a pillow?

I think it's a huge thing for Hannibal because anyone invited into his space has always been on his terms, plus he's always presented a palatable version of himself in order to escape any negative/suspicious attention. And now he's sharing everything about his life with someone he cannot lie to and can seen who he is down to the bone. That's got to be a hell of an adjustment: being naked after nearly forty years wearing a 'person suit'.

I want to make it known that the FBI parts are shot like a normal, traditional procedural show, complete with tedious aspects like paper work and wrong leads and lots of speculation (Jack is a bit character in this (retired or just dipping out), he pops in and gives his impressions with make sense to us the viewers but is batshit insane when explaining to another person). Lots of beige and petty office politics.

This team is not the all star team, the Murder Husband case is quickly fading from public interest but the FBI has to show they're still trying to catch these two. The Murder Husband Basement is the naughty corner for agents who screw up with their bosses or in the field.

The murder husband side is filmed like The Santa Clarita Diet/Pushing Daisies, shot with a light palette with deep dark macabre overtones. Hannibal just having fun with the fake passport names and Will visibly gathering strength as he introduces himself as Mr Achilles Alphonso Papadopoulos, and his husband Mr Patroclus Papadopoulos. Will catches himself making a cannibal pun and wants to throw himself into traffic but Hannibal is delighted with Will's progress.

Will always gets a middle name. It's a little something just for Hannibal.

I have day dreamed whole episodes about this.

The FBI team go to a crime scene where the Murder Husbands are the main suspects and it's super serious, a monstrous tableau which haunts the team (there's little mini scenes where the team are talking to a (normal) psychiatrist about it and we (the audience) learn just horrific details about the murders/victims) and it cuts to Will and Hannibal arguing over the crime in progress in their murder suits, on how to place the ribcage just so. Is the underlaying theme too pretentious?

Hannibal getting Will's attention in order to wave at him with a severed arm. Will getting Hannibal's attention and pointing at a hideous couch and asking, 'don't you have a suit like that?'

Just two dudes having fun.

Scenes from an opulent dinner party with the camera panning on the certainly human meat plated with such care and attention, cutting to the limp, sad gas station doughnuts that the FBI team have access to. Utterly pathetic, grey toned cheese sandwiches with way too much mayo cutting to beautiful breakfast foods, crafted with love...and human flesh. (I also like to think that Hannibal puts human meat in everything, even things that don't traditionally have meat in them).

At one point the team are looking at photos of Hannibal's meals and one of their stomachs just start growling loudly.

The team realising that Jack Crawford has certainly eaten human flesh.

A mini episode featuring Hannibal's never ending battle against the dog hair in their home, in which he is slowly losing.

One of the FBI team literally bumping into one of the duo but because they're distracted or they've gone face blind staring at their photos in The Basement and it never clicks.

The duo don't even know about the team, that's how out of reach they are, or, Hannibal is in contact as a 'specialist' with one of the team, they have a rapport.

In-jokes, Hannibal sends memes, Hannibal sends memes that he has cleared with Will to the team, etc, etc...

Miriam Lass now has a successful morning cooking show online. She has different cooking attachments for her arm, she's thriving. Her show is sometimes on in the back ground in scenes because everyone watches her, everyone's low key forgotten she was a Ripper survivor.

Hannibal has some of her merch, it's an apron with her on it waving, but at the end of her arm is a whisk attachment. Hannibal has low key forgotten she's a Ripper survivor, Will asks whether wearing the apron is a bit ghoulish and Hannibal has a, 'Oh, right', moment.

The fun is endless.

[josephquinnstyle]

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[e-vasong]

🍰 and/or 🖊️!

OOH! I wish I knew what fandom you were from so I could target you specifically lol.

🍰 Name one of your fave comfort fics (doesn’t have to be your all time fave).

I have a few comfort fics, and they're from a whole assortment of fandoms - but, call me biased, I think they're enjoyable even if you don't know the fandoms. The entirety of the Eleutherophobia series by SoloMoon is an Animorphs fic that is perhaps my most-reread fic ever. Everybody lives + my traumatized faves getting a chance at healing? Say no more! Do not let the first person scare you, I promise it's GOOD. The Last Love Song & Testament of Charles F. Xavier (X-Men) is THEEEEE cherik fic to me. Got me back into the ship after a dry spell! Def. worth reading even if you don't think cherik is your ship of choice. gig officially gigged (DBDA) by @laiqualaurelote is super popular. And for good reason. I read that fic and am just kicking my feet and giggling the whole gd time! And while it's far too dark to be a comfort fic....I HAVE to call out how memory makes monsters into myth (IWTV) by @divineatrophy because it makes me insane. Insane, I tell you!

🖊 Post a snippet from a current WIP.

Since I don't know what fandom you're from...I guess you can have two lol.

From portrait of an angel (IWTV):

He might as well say it now. “I’m writing it, you know.” The other side of the line is quiet.  “Pardon?” Louis finally says. “The book. I’m writing it. Finished my first draft last week.” Well, mostly. Daniel keeps remembering more and more that he wants to add. Small details, full scenes. A fucking ocean of minutes, hours, and even days all blended together in a slurry of liquid memory—countless events spliced together with Frankensteinian irregularity or lost entirely in the mess. He’s starting to doubt that he’ll ever be happy with the result. And he’ll probably be even more miserable once the Talamasca does their edit. “Figured it was only right to warn you.” “I see,” says Louis evenly. He doesn’t ask how Daniel’s recordings and notes survived. “That’s dangerous.” “Yeah,” Daniel does feel a bit bad about the inconvenience, but well. Louis is the one who asked for round two, and he’s a big boy who regularly drops millions of dollars on a whim. The guy can afford a bodyguard.

And from my currently untitled DBDA fake-dating fic!

Edwin now went out of his way to give Charles alone time, constantly concocting research projects and cold cases that required his attention. Yes, just his attention, really—Charles, why don’t you and Crystal go and watch a movie?  It was clearly intended to be nice. It might have been, if Charles and Edwin didn’t know each other so well. And if Charles didn’t know Edwin’s moods by the way they flavored the air, he would have been oblivious. Even despite their history, he’d missed it the first few times. Edwin hid it that well, that cleverly. But he wasn’t perfect, and Charles always watched Edwin closely. He could do nothing else. Over the months, he’d glimpsed it a few times. The ache and discomfort that underlay those offers; there for a second and then gone, like glimpsing a great whale as it passed by underwater. And Edwin paused sometimes now, when Charles asked how he was doing. Sure, he’d never been wildly upfront about his feelings. That Edwardian stiff upper lip was holding strong after more than a century. But still, Edwin had always given responses that were honest by his reckoning, even if that reckoning was pretty distorted by his upbringing and time in hell.  Hesitating like he was trying to find the answer Charles wanted to hear? That was very new, and Charles didn’t like it one bit. And he didn’t need anyone, not even a client, making Edwin feel even more self-conscious about it.

Ask game

[okcomputeroknotok19972017]

lays on my stomach and KICKS MY FEET tell me about ur saw ocs!!!!!

OOOOOOOKAAYYYYY admittedly they are not the most fleshed out but i initially made them for an english assignment in late 2020 when my saw special interest first began and now they're Here. lydia is a self-destructive and generally unpleasant petty thief flunking art school. she's constantly angry, nasty, abrasive, never has anything nice to say, she's pretty much perpetually attempted suicide again sometime within the last two weeks. she's worse than adam, at least he could chill out for a fucking moment. lydia started art school with her parents' help back when she believed her life was worth living, now she keeps her grades and attendance up just barely enough to keep living on campus for the time being while she steals from the register and collects from a card skimmer at her night shift at the convenience store. here's some extremely old art from 2020 lol ...

sebastian meanwhile is a fairly mild mannered young man working at a credit union -- he used to sweep the floors and work the front desk, but now he's a lender. for as anxious and honest as he is, his desire for approval and consistency has led to some bad behavior. he'll mislead customers about the lending process, get them started on different plans than they intended, etc, all for the sake of doing well at his job. it was his idea to be a predatory lender, but the boss doesn't care what he says or does as long as he keeps those numbers up.

lydia and sebastian's first meeting is under less than ideal circumstances. the trap is designed for only one of them to survive -- the details are fuzzy in my mind, but something is closing in, time is running out, some twisted test of their skills as thieves. sebastian ends up leaving the room when the time is up, leaving lydia trapped and screaming. this is really how she's going to die. so many attempts, so much pain and misery she had lived through, but she didn't want it to end like this.

though designed for only one person to survive, sebastian's pleas to the paramedics and police lead to lydia being found some hours later, still alive. they didn't get along very well in the few hours they knew each other, but he couldn't let another person, especially not one so much like himself, die in there.

striking up a friendship in these ... unusual circumstances is awkward but natural. college is giving lydia straight a's for the rest of the semester for what she's been through and sebastian has paid time off as they lay low from the media, quietly spending their time in physical therapy as well as a jigsaw survivor support group together. lydia cannot believe that someone could be so kind to her, could want her to keep living, and sebastian can't believe that she understands him, she is honest and sees through him and talks to Him, not what he presents to the outside world. lydia grows softer in his presence and sebastian grows stronger in hers. kisses ensue.

though they become the centers of each others worlds, recovering from This Mess is far from smooth sailing. codependency underlays their romance, entwines them like half-dead rats in a glue trap. the love is real, but above all else they stick with each other because there is nobody else. physical therapy is difficult. sebastian is blind and deaf in his left eye and ear, and lydia's right leg and pelvis were injured so badly that she's had hip surgery at age 25 and walks with a forearm crutch at all times. the emotional pain is the worst part. nightmares plague them both, paranoia seeps into every crevice of their minds, and as lydia gains a new appreciation for being alive a boiling sense of rage and injustice whirls inside of her.

she's never been very good at coping. sebastian is doing better, but only by an inch -- he relies a lot on lydia to keep him sane, checks in on her constantly and begins to live For her. some kind of fucked in the head househusband who's still the breadwinner as his parents pump cash into his account. the media appearances help, too. anyways, while sebastian dissolves into neuroticism, lydia spirals into deep hatred. she didn't deserve this. none of the other victims deserved this. most of all, her shining star, her perfect boyfriend sebastian didn't deserve it. and that jigsaw killer is still out there, he still hasn't learned his lesson ...

mandy passes her the note at a survivor support group. she starts telling seb that she's going to get another late shift job, she's a night owl after all. in the warehouse covered in grime and blood, all lydia can think about is the smell of metal and the lashing of chains and the sound of her lover screaming. as an art student, lydia is no stranger to building Contraptions. i'm serious my mom went to art school and they were fucking constantly building stuff. ok anyways she's first assigned to the blueprints, she puts together the small things and draws up her own traps, doing her best to design them non-lethally without arousing suspicion. inevitably, people end up dying in her designs. the first few times she is asked to design and then supervise a large trap, she pulls the strings to let the test subjects out as unharmed as possible. the other apprentices have a word with john and she's put back on design duty. she knows suspicion is on her, and she has to act like a good apprentice again to get closer to her goal: killing john kramer.

it's difficult to work out where all of the apprentices fit into this. i don't want amanda in much of it because they would be having evil lesbian sex all the time, but i do like the idea of her as an occasional presence in the background. i think it would serve better if she were out of the picture sometime before john is, but i think it's ok if mark is there. i like the dramatic imagery of him boarding a plane to south america by the very end, the music swells and we see him shift his eyes nervously as he knows he's totally fucked and needs to end this Now, needs to get out and completely start a new life.

the day sebastian finds out is the day lydia finally kills john. she's been increasingly ignoring his texts at "work," been crying a lot more, all the progress made with her nightmares and her rage has totally regressed. he follows her there, his heart pounding. a terrifying crawl through the maze of a warehouse and he sees her ... she's standing over an old, frail man, hands and arms soaked in blood up to the elbows -- god, he didn't know blood could be so dark. she's crying, twisting up her face when she sees him, always grateful for his presence but terrified now of her own violence. "i did it, i saved us, i saved everyone." tears stream down her face. sebastian flinches away, knocks into a hanging chain. he doesn't know who she is. he doesn't know how much planning this has taken, how much death this has taken, what any of this means for him and lydia. all he knows is that she's scared, he's scared, he's scared of her.

i don't know where i want to go after that. horrible awful relationship goals where he cleans her up and flees with her and promises he still loves her? a moment of panic and poor judgement where one or both of them ends up dead? who knwos ......

[the-scandalorian]

Ok this MAY be covered in chapter so feel free to withhold but with Din re: clothes and armor when transforming. There are 3 (all valid) ways like 1. He takes off his clothes before he turns 2. His clothes rip (beskar just falls off since i guess it wouldn’t break?) or 3. ✨magic✨ ie we are already imagining something out of the box so it’s not that crazy that clothes would magically not be an issue transforming from form to form. I don’t think I have a preference for any of them either like all of them bring about fun scenarios

i love that you are thinking about this, and i hope you wanted a long answer because i have thought about this a lot

it will be alluded to in the next chapter, but here's the gist: (putting below a cut in case you don't want to know in advance)

okay so

firstly, keeping his beskar on prevents him from changing. it's why in the first chapter, he's sleeping in full armor

When he emerges, toweling himself dry, he can’t bring himself to put his armor back on right away—even his soft underlay or his flight suit. He looks at the pile, knowing he needs to put it all on anyway, and he balks. It’s so rare that he spends any time without it anymore. It’s not safe without it. He’s not safe without it. Being trapped in a beskar prison when his body is aching to change is more painful than anything he’s ever felt before—but it works. 

it took him time to figure that out, but now he knows and he uses it as a way to keep himself in control

the first time he EVER changed (described in the first part of chapter 3), he'd stripped off all his clothes but his boxers

and every time after (intentionally or not), he takes off the armor first:

So, once a week, he sheds his armor and changes.

side note: this is why it's significant when he sort of...short-circuits after he tastes the reader in chapter 3. he's wearing his armor, so he shouldn't be able to change, but he struggles not to

in terms of clothing:

din is 6'4" in regular form in like a moth to the flame (because i have a size kink and he is my barbie to play with, don't worry about it), and when he changes, he's around 7ft tall, maybe a little over, measure with your pussy heart, etc.

which means, he's about 10% to 15% larger in height and probably more like 15% to 20% larger in bulk/muscle overall--but most significantly in the shoulders/chest (see: pedro's natural dorito shape), which means the top half of his flight suit doesn't stand a chance (not to mention...wings)

the pants, on the other hand, which are canonically not very tight on him (see: pedro's bird hips), are a little better off. and since he's figured things out a little bit by now (he definitely hulked out of some things the first few times) and he doesn't want to be running around naked (even if we might enjoy that), he's sized up in flight suits to accommodate his juicy monster ass

that means when he lets himself change, he pulls off the beskar, unzips the chest part of his flight suit, ties the arms around his waist, and hopes to god that he doesn't bust out of the pants, which has been working (though they're obviously tight and flooding a bit when he's changed)

i mentioned it once in passing in the last chapter, so i totally get why it isn't clear yet:

Would you put it together? Would you recognize the unzipped flightsuit tied loosely at his waist?

so excited to reveal more details about his monster form in the next couple chapters!

hope you wanted a book report because i really enjoyed this xx

[randomnameless]

I’m surprised at the amount of billy asks you get. Does it mean that they’re popular? All i know for sure is that they certainly seem to interest a lot of people. And i agree that they really do have the bones for a fascinating character, but the developers couldn’t be bothered to build something from those bones because 1) sim shenanigans, you can’t have your self insert react strongly if you’re meant to project 100% onto them, but billy does have traits that keep getting mentioned by more than one person plus the few actions they do choose and a backstory, which doesn’t seem like cardboard to me imho, but also 2) earl gray, and what invader added is the most damning detail of them all. Or rather, not a detail, but the anchor that sank billy. I know we’re meant to keep flamey and edelgard separate in our minds because edelgard is marketed as a poor sad waifu you must feel compelled to rescue, but it doesn’t erase her actions or flamey. When we have evidence saying that silver snow is meant to be the primary marketed canon route and so much of the conflicts across two games come down to the actions of one person plus a poorly thought out loptous stand in, all it tells me is that the main character was doomed to fail because the developers could not decide how to write a school mystery + romance of the three kingdoms sympathetic to cao cao so they tried to “fix” that or make it “gray” by turning it into a dating sim to artificially raise the emotional stakes. At least to me it says they didn’t have confidence in billy as a main character at all because so much of it hinges on centering edelgard and the players picking faves out of the rest of the cast, and to make it more insulting the compensation is being able to kill billy in the spin off? I myself don’t really have any big faves in the games because i only play them casually and read your blog, but what i do know is that it makes me hate edelgard for essentially being the gravitational center of the games like a narrative black hole and the developers being too cowardly to really cement her as a villain, and it doesn’t make me like warriors either because it doubles down on trying to explain her position instead of telling a story and because shez fans are extremely annoying and rude online, no surprise that many are also edelgard fans.

I'd say it's a cumulation of everything!

I think the fandom (myself included!) might have been a bit harsh on Billy because of their avatar status, even if I still think Rhea's S-support "aloneb4u" is shit and Seteth not giving any fucks about her and centering his support and convos on "we must find her so she will reveal da truth 2 u" is bonkers and both of those instances can't be only attributed to Hresvelg Grey but to "only the player is important", like the theory i came up with the self-insert scissors.

But yeah, I feel like at one point, Supreme Leader hijacked the "main character" or "character at the center of the plot we want to tell" spot, all gravitas went to "can u kill the student who loves u and bear with the sad uwus for the rest of your run ??" instead of, you know, the greater plot Nopes teased us with a Larva vs Sothis that never happened?

I compared FE16's story to many things earlier on, but the general thing is "why are we talking and following the least interesting parts of Fodlan", Supreme Leader's war of unification is meh, bias or no bias, I would have loved to see a War of Heroes game, or even a game set during the Sothis vs Agartha era (or the two why not) - but here we just have Ashnard lite with an uwu glazing, without even tackling a traditional or underlaying issue from the FE series about coexistence between people and acceptance and whatnot.

(the reason why AM is still, imo, a letdown because it ignores the dragon in the room)

What was Billy supposed to be? Supreme Leader's luf interest? A character that can conceptually fall (if they pick Tru Piss) thus can ascend in other routes? A self insert? The character you're supposed to navigate the world with?

I think Billy being a silent protag was a disservice to them - despite all of its faults, Nopes at least gives more light to Billy and it's refreshing, even if the game will never add 1+1 because Hresvelg Grey.

TBH I think Fodlan has its own share of fans being annoying regardless of the character they support - and while Barney is pretty chatty, ultimately Barney is the deviant art OC with two swords because why not, a sekrit past that is never explained and somehow stronger than everyone who is actually as empty as an oyster shell. We don't know what Barney wants, to be a merc? Yeah, but why? Is it because Barney is searching for somewhere to belong - just like Billy in a way - ?

As for the cardboard mention, it's most likely again in relation to Hresvelg Grey and Fe Fodlan's writing - the games don't spend enough time to build a sense of friendship and camaraderie between the cast to make the "betrayal" hurt or even the "y must we kill people we knew :'( " meaningful, so we only have the "wah sensei why didn't you pick me :(" or the general "i'm sad to fight against you" but like, mate, who are you? Why are you lamenting having to fight against Billy - someone who is opposing/invading your country and everything you stand for - like Billy and 12 months in Rhea's rocky mansion meant so much to you, much more than the 17 years of life (with acquaintances, friends, family, etc) you had?

But it's also in relation to Hresvelg Grey and the silent protag - why no one can give a reason - save for Supreme Leader "lizards BaD + MAGA" - to join this route, heck, not even Billy can say why they joined this route...

In French we have a saying that goes "comparaison n'est pas raison" more or less meaning you can't always compare things bcs context and all, but after TS's protag Serenor - who also has Gary Stu moments! - Billy not saying a thing about Supreme Leader's nonsense, frowning at Dimitri and being silent during Claude's monologues is... annoying.

But when Billy isn't in Fodlan games, they can talk and there's still the forbidden rule of not adding numbers - never ! - but they shine more.

[sea-jello]

I’ve been curious about everyone’s favorite bmc songs.

So! Rant to me about your favorite bmc song >:)

ANON YOU HAVE COME TO THE RIGHT PLACE AND ALSO NOT BECAUSE I HAVE MULTIPLE AND I CANNOT MAKE DECISIONS FOR THE LIFE OF ME

first up is ALWAYS gtikbi idc it's a FUN SONG it's bouncy and happy it’s cringe it’s campy it’s the basic romance song for the female lead and i love it and i love christine and i love stephanie hsu she sounds amazing and the jake twist at the end the first time i heard it I was like 😦

i’m going off of the music but if we talk about the visuals then the HEARTS the cardboard hearts are so fun they’re so high school theater esque and the rest of the cast popping in and dancing and singing the way they randomly stick their head in kinda makes me feel like they were eavesdropping or something tbh and the way the squip was so sure of himself in bway he was literally smiling and conducting them hello

a strong STRONG contender is mts we’re introduced to everybody and it gives a good look into everyone’s character and a good look into JEREMY specifically and how he interacts with everyone and how life is for him and for everyone there’s michaels little solo which is a BOP every time everyone sounds so good and there are a bunch of underlaying motifs/melodies from other coming songs which is so cool for example smartphone hour when they’re talking about madeline and mitb + pants song during michael and jeremy’s convo

and VISUALS the bus effect and the classroom choreo is so funny every time and all their little mannerisms and the way they interact with each other throughout show their personality there are SO MANY DETAILS i think i lowkey learned the end bit of the bway choreo from watching it so much

i can go on about more songs but i think these are top two anyways thank you for the ask anon!! i bet a lot of people had a lot of fun answering them

[vanilla-cigarillos]

Helena (Madam) Blavatsky - Russian Mystic

Female figures in witchcraft, paganism, spiritualism, and occultism are often erased in history. This is my second post detailing a woman who had an undoubtable impact on the world so many of us dip our toes into.

Life’s History

(August 12, 1831 - May 8, 1891)

Born into an aristocratic family, Blavatsky traveled around the Russian Empire as a child. Largely self-educated, she grew an interest in Western esotericism during her time as a teenager. She later claimed, after traveling the Americas and India, that she encountered a group of spiritual adepts (”the Master of the Ancient Wisdom) who sent her to Tibet. She claimed it was here that she was trained to develop a deeper understanding of the synthesis of science, religion, and philosophy. While later biographers and critics have argued that at least some, if not all, of these visits were fictitious, claims are unable to necessarily be proven either way.

Her life ended in 1891, when she died of influenza. Blavatsky was an intensely controversial figure during her time, held in reverence by supporters as an enlightened Sage and disregarded by critics as a conman. 

Spiritual and Occultism Influence

By the early 1870s, Blavatsky was involved in the Spiritualist movement (a social religious movement where the idea of a consciousness persists after death and can be contacted by the living). While she genuinely defended the exist of Spiritualist phenomena, Blavatsky argued against the mainstream Spiritualist idea that the entities contacted were the spirits of the dead.

In 1877, Blavatsky published Isis Unveiled, a book that outlined her Theosophical worldly perspective. Describing Theosophy as “the synthesis of science, religion and philosophy”, she proclaimed that it was reviving an “Ancient Wisdom” that underlay all the world’s religions. The Society became allied to the Arya Samaj (a Hindu reform movement) in 1880, in the same year also becoming the first recorded instance of someone from the United States to formally convert to Buddhism.

Theosophy spread rapidly in India, however it began to experience internal issues after Blavatsky herself was accused of creating fraudulent paranormal phenomena. 

Experiencing ailing health, Blavatsky returned to Europe (London, England). It was there she published The Secret Doctrine, which was a commentary on what she claimed were ancient Tibetan manuscripts. 

Her Theosophical doctrines heavily influenced the spread of Buddhist and Hindu ideas in the West, and additionally aided in the development of Western esoteric shifts such as the New Age Movement and Anthroposophy.

[lesbiannova]

Juhani Item Pack for TSL

This mod adds a new Jedi robe, a new headband and a new armband to In Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic 2: The Sith Lords, named Juhani's Robe, Juhani's Armband and Juhani's Band, with item descriptions that indicate these items once belonged to Juhani.

I have also made unique inventory icons for Juhani's Robe and Armband, as well as a unique texture for Juhani's Robe. The properties of these items are chosen to reflect Juhani's Jedi Guardian class in the first KotOR game. In addition, Juhani's Robe can be upgraded with underlays.

These Juhani items can be purchased from Daralaa's store at the Dantooine Enclave Courtyard. Daralaa's store is chosen to be the location to obtain these items because Juhani was trained at the Jedi Academy on Dantooine, and Daralaa is a salvager who sells Jedi artifacts.

The concept of this mod started with my frustration with the fact that Juhani is literally the only KotOR 1 party member whose existence never gets acknowledged in the entire KotOR 2, even in cut content. Even among the KotOR 1 party members who do not appear in KotOR 2, Jolee gets mentioned in a conversation with Handmaiden as well as a robe and a headband that are named after him, while Mission and Zaalbar are referenced in an unused item named Vao Armband. Therefore, I decided to make this mod to add custom items that reference Juhani.

Visit the pages below for download links to this mod and more details and information about this mod.

MOD PAGE & DOWNLOAD LINKS:

Deadly Stream

KotOR 2 Nexus Mods