#Essential Tools Training

[rukafais]

honestly i think a very annoying part about the AI art boom is that techbros are out here going BEHOLD, IT CAN DO A REASONABLE FACSIMILE OF GIRL WITH BIG BOOBA, THE PINNACLE OF ARTISTIC ACHIEVEMENT and its like

no it’s fucking not! That AI wants to do melty nightmare fractal vomit so fucking bad and you are shackling it to a post and force-feeding it the labor of hard-working artists when you could literally pay someone to draw you artisanal hand-crafted girls with big boobs to your exact specifications and let your weird algorithms make art that can be reasonably used to represent horrors beyond human comprehension

[coachamakaadindu]

Why Spamming and Cold Calling Do Not Work

Why Spamming and Cold Calling Do Not Work

One of the biggest problems facing small businesses is finding customers. And while Spamming and cold calling or mass emailing might help you make contact. With a lot of people, those people aren’t likely to become paying customers, much less loyal, repeat customers.Here’s why it doesn’t work, and what you should do instead and to avoid Spamming and cold calling. They do not work most of the…

[mochimouiemarty]

chipper!!! and mime bomb ofc:3 the two silent weirdos

figured out what I kinda want for their clothes!

[datamakesthedifference]

Essential for Living: The Ultimate App for Streamlining Your Daily Needs

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[toytulini]

also

[tripeakathlete]

Boost Your Confidence with Essential Swim Drills for Triathlon Training

Are you finding the swim leg of your triathlon training a bit daunting? Don’t worry, you’re not alone! Many triathletes feel challenged by the swim part. With the right approach, you can significantly enhance your confidence. You can also improve your performance in the water. Below are some essential beginner-friendly swim drills that will help you refine your technique and improve your…

[crabcrabcrabmeat]

i had this spoiled for me but its still insane

[constructionsafetynetwork]

Construction Safety Tips for Beginners

Entering the construction industry can be both exciting and challenging, especially when it comes to safety. Our focus here is on “construction safety tips for beginners.” This article aims to provide foundational safety guidelines crucial for anyone starting in the construction field. Understanding these tips is essential for preventing accidents and ensuring a safe work…

[rhsofttech2023]

A Guide to SAP HCM Online Training in India

[natinalpartisan]

Survival Gear Essentials: Building Your Prepper Arsenal with Tactical Tools

Are you prepared for any emergency or disaster? Discover the essential survival gear you need to build a robust prepper arsenal with tactical tools. This comprehensive guide highlights the must-have items for every survivalist, ensuring you're equipped for any situation. From durable knives and multi-purpose tools to versatile shelters and advanced communication devices, we cover it all. Learn about the latest innovations in emergency preparedness, wilderness survival, and self-reliance. Whether you're an outdoor enthusiast, a prepper, or someone concerned about potential disruptions, this guide will help you navigate through challenging times with confidence. Gear up, stay prepared, and safeguard yourself and your loved ones with these tactical tools.

[coachamakaadindu]

Why Spamming and Cold Calling Do Not Work

Why Spamming and Cold Calling Do Not Work

One of the biggest problems facing small businesses is finding customers. And while Spamming and cold calling or mass emailing might help you make contact. With a lot of people, those people aren’t likely to become paying customers, much less loyal, repeat customers.Here’s why it doesn’t work, and what you should do instead and to avoid Spamming and cold calling. They do not work most of the…

[breadsquirrel]

Thinking about Entropy going from following her father’s orders to following her sister’s hopes to following her new benefactor’s directions. Losing herself in the singular focus of making their desires come true until she can’t find herself anymore. First realizing she doesn’t know what she wants in a conversation with her sister

“What are you gonna do after you escape this life?”

“Mm, dunno. What do you wanna do?”

A laugh, they’ve talked about what Nile wants before, in hushed whispers. A normal life, whatever that is.

“But we can’t stay together forever, right? You have to want something for yourself, don’t you?”

“I’ve… never thought about that before.”

“Oh… well, we can figure it out together!”

Learning to think ahead past tomorrow, and coming to terms that they can never really escape. Not together at least. Not if they turn a blind eye to the underworld’s activities. Someone has to make sure no one is coming after them. She’s the stronger one. Nile is weak but she’s smart, she can figure things out on her own.

Freedom is for those who want it. And Entropy doesn’t want anything but for her sister to be happy.

The look of betrayal on her sister’s face when Entropy offered herself to their benefactor for her safety. She tries to forget it.

“Enny? What are you doing.”

“I’m sorry, Nile. There’s no other way.”

“Bullshit. I can think of several different ways to do this.”

“Oh, my apologies for being such a moron, do enlighten me.”

“You wanna go back to following orders that bad?

“I-”

“Well, you’re not getting any from me. Think for yourself for once.”

“And that’s not an order?”

“No. Just a wish.”

And then all of a sudden, years have passed and Entropy hasn’t seen her sister face to face since. One night she visited the house Nile’s made a home in and looked in the windows. Just a quick stop between jobs.

Whatever normal is, she seems to have figured it out. The house looks like it could be any of the many she’s broken into. Nile had settled down and started a family. A crib rocks gently next to a bed for two. A stuffed moon and sun dangle over a bundle of blankets. One of Nile’s hands rocking her baby to sleep as her eyes are closed, clearly tired from the baby’s antics during the days.

A body, her partner most likely, shifts next to her and Nile stirs. When she opens her eyes just a crack, Entropy is gone. Outside the window is just a tree branch swaying in the wind.

Is this what she really wanted? To go back to what her life would have been without her sister in it?

It’s lonely.

[its-bread-bitch]

Here’s the thing:

Jaskier doesn’t have a horse. I mean yeah, technically he has Pegasus but in nw and most fanon media he doesn’t. The man walks at the same pace as a horse every day for twenty years. And I’m sure Geralt let him put SOME things on Roach, but probably not much. She’s Geralt’s horse and needs to carry his things AND Geralt, no one wants her to be over extended with bard stuff. So that means Jaskier carries all his stuff himself which is AT MINIMUM, his lute, notebooks, probably like 3 sets of relatively complex performing outfits and road clothes, all his fancy cosmetic stuff, a bedroll, and his METAL coin money. He also probably has first aid things like bandages and potions, frivolous things like baubles and jewelry, food, water, and probably other bard stuff like spare strings and such.

Yeah, Jask is depicted as traveling without bags but that’s just not possible. He probably carries his own essentials and as someone who backpacks— that alone is usually 20+ lbs. WITH modern technology aimed at making things lighter. Thats not counting all the fancy stuff he’s prone to and his career tools. Jaskier is probably hauling like 40-50lbs or more of stuff EVERY DAY while mostly roughing it off the land and keeping pace with a man on horseback. Oh, and this is WHILE SINGING AND TALKING the entire time. Can you imagine this man’s lung capacity? To sing and talk constantly while exerting himself?

This is all to say: Jaskier is strong as fuck and fit as hell. The thing is though, he probably doesn’t even recognize it. Yeah, he probably knows he’s got the muscle and such, but he still is largely perceived as a delicate person. He PROJECTS being delicate. Being fragile and pampered and in need of the finer things. He projects capable, but not strong. This. Is. Hilarious.

Jaskier, having already walked 12 miles at a moderate incline carrying 40lbs of stuff without breaking a sweat (it’s barely past midday): Geralt I am FRAGILE. I cannot POSSIBLY walk through this mud. (It’s like a 3 ft section) I’m not a rugged mountain man like you, I’m simply not BUILT for this!

Geralt, staring at Jaskier who’s as burly as most Witchers and has walked the path w/o Witcher training for over a decade: hm

[rockingbytheseaside]

I love your art and headcannons! I was wondering if you can do a headcannon for the harbingers with reader helping them with their work. Like helping pantalone with papers in his office or dottore with experiments or just passing tools to him?

✦ You help them at work (or how they just want you to stay around)

Pierro, Capitano, Dottore, Scaramouche, Pantalone

✧ You felt heartbroken whenever Pierro relentlessly toiled as the Fatui Director. Hours spent at the imposing meeting halls of the Zapolyarny Palace or engaging in arduous negotiations for the organization's cause could hardly be enjoyable. Thus, concerned for your beloved’s well-being, you resolved to take on a more proactive role and assist The Jester on his behalf. 

“Today you will sit back and rest, Pierro. I will conduct your meetings… No buts or ifs.” 

The Harbinger blinked at you in wonder. Not because he disapproved of your presence, but because he vowed to work for your safety and comfort. However, you remained unyielding. Standing defiantly, with your hands on your hips, you announced that his stubborn protectiveness of you won’t change your mind. And who is he to deny you anyway? 

It seems you are the Fatui Director today. 

In his office, you meticulously tended to every minute detail. Whether it's preparing his tea, reorganizing essential documents, or double-checking all the archives and schedules. Any attempts from Pierro to assist would be met with you scolding him. And although he obediently stood back, he couldn’t help but smile fondly at your endearing sternness. If you take the lead, he is your loyal servant. Besides, whenever you conduct business negotiations on his behalf, things would always go accordingly (just don’t mind Pierro looming behind you, his icy glare threatening anyone you are talking with into obedience.) 

Once all was set and done, a sense of pride welled inside you, while Pierro mirrored your warm smile. You worked so hard to aid him… You just don’t have to know that he settled all difficult tasks in advance before you even entered his office. He was several steps ahead in everything, after all. Besides, he won’t argue when the result is him admiring your presence in his workplace. What truly matters now is the luxury of time to savor your love and hold you close without any worries about Fatui duties.

✧ When Il Capitano heard your suggestion to help, he felt worried. His work as a Captain required extreme physical exercise and was bodily taxing, regardless of the slower days when he overlooked the training of his specialized troops. Not only that but training under the strict regime of the 1st Fatui harbinger meant enduring a military-like attitude. And yet here you were, casually waving his worries off, promising to be an additional mentor training his soldiers.

“As long as you don’t wear yourself out, my loved one. It’s not just the fatigue and muscle soreness I worry about, but the attitude of my soldiers. They might not be as… lenient as you.” 

You soothed his concern every time he caressed your shoulder with worry or checked in on you. He was so tender when he was worried, you had to firmly hold his helmeted face and tell him sternly that everything would be alright. And how can he be worried when you smiled so easily at him? 

Thus, on the day of the soldiers’ training, Il Capitano introduced you as his equal and the additional instructor for today’s workout. You were such a stark contrast to the hard-faced troops who got used to battlefields and warfare. But you just stood there, waving casually… Perhaps you would fare well as the “forgiving substitute mentor”.

Alas, that was Capitano’s first mistake. 

Not an hour in, the group of soldiers you overlooked returned with bruises and distressed faces. Their gazes looked as if they saw unfathomable horrors, clutching their newly formed pains within their joints; the once stoic Fatui soldiers now flinched like children. When the Harbinger arrived to inspect, it seemed his worries were misplaced. Instead of you he should’ve been concerned about, he was now witnessing his troop being subjugated to merciless yelling from you as if his men never knew how to hold a weapon. 

That day, The Harbinger’s soldier begged him to never bring you as a substitute trainer again. At the very least, they never slacked off after that, in fear you might be brought back. Although secretly, The Harbinger could not deny his admiration. Who knew someone as cheerful and easygoing as his beloved would turn into a war machine when required? Your prowess never alluded him, but it definitely reminded him of your hidden allure to the smitten Captain.

“My moon and star, I am uncertain whether I can bring you back to my work once more. However, you must display your teaching methods in a spar for me in private, one-on-one.” 

✧ It wasn't at your suggestion that you found yourself in Il Dottore's laboratory, nor did he seek your assistance directly. Instead, it was one of his subordinates who came knocking on your door, bowing low. You were well aware of your beloved's tendency to hyper-fixate on his scientific endeavors, not welcoming any outside help that might divert his attention from his work. Nevertheless, a scowl crossed your face as you observed the desperate plea of the Fatui worker, imploring your aid.

“Please, I know I have no right to ask for anything, but you must help. The Doctor snaps at anyone who even breathes the wrong way. One wrong move and a scalpel will come flying straight at them. There is no other way to persuade our Lord Harbinger!”

You hummed wistfully but nodded - “I mean… I can help. Just bear in mind, I am no lab assistant. My aid will be minimal, but if it’s for Dottore, then I see where the issue lies.”

Thus, you found yourself paying an unexpected visit to your sweet Doctor’s lab. Precisely at the moment when one of his fiery reprimands was being delivered, a series of loud crashes reverberated from the imposing lab gates. Dottore was in the midst of an enraged explanation to his subordinates on why the rare Phlogiston from Natlan must not be wasted in excess when experimenting, his hand crashing on the metallic counter loudly.

“And if I found that any of you fools mishandles the Phlogiston, you will-”

“Will what?” Your voice interrupted, the Fatui assistant saw you approach from behind the Harbinger with your hands clasped behind your back. “What will happen, you said?”

Dottore froze. At your familiar voice, he casually turned to check on you, as if your mere presence in his workplace was an anomaly. Whatever lab tool or flask he was gripping was carefully put in its place. “Nothing. Nothing will happen, dear.” 

Hence, you chose to remain and offer assistance this time. Or rather, you quietly oversaw his laboratory work, providing minimal help without disrupting the actual scientific processes. You might argue that you hardly did anything that day, but the Fatui assistants? They were silently praying to the Tsaritsa’s merciful act of bringing a saint over here. Because the second your presence was known in this bleak, desensitized lab, Il Dottore’s attitude changed by a mile. 

He no longer snapped, slammed his fist onto counters, or even spoke loudly to his underlings. He suddenly turned tame. If he commanded something, and you interfered with his words, he would obediently change his mind as if you were the indisputable superior here.

“This testing is insufficient. We must retry it and double down on the sample for quicker efficiency-”

“Well, no, it's already late and it will be better to revise this experiment tomorrow.” - you stated simply, to which Dottore parroted with no hesitation. 

“You're right. It is late. The experiment will be revised tomorrow.” 

It's safe to say, the Fatui subordinates were left gawking that day. The formerly harsh and impatient doctor had transformed into a compliant child, allowing himself to proceed at a leisurely pace and follow your lead. Moreover, a simple touch on his shoulder from you or a soft smile would swiftly dissipate all his tension whenever he felt agitated. Not to mention you coaxed him to finish shift earlier for everyone. 

You should visit more frequently.

✧ Scaramouche hated having you help around in his work as a Lord Harbinger. Not because of your genuine consideration and effort, but because now he has to witness his foolish Fatui soldiers act all naive and joyous when you were around. 

Amidst a bustling workday of handling documents, gathering information, and conducting training sessions, time flew by effortlessly whenever you took charge. And the rest of the Balladeer’s subordinates adored you. You were easier to talk to, provided clear guidance, and attentively addressed any concerns affecting the mission or the staff. This stood in stark contrast to the Balladeer's snarky commands and derisive demeanor.

Alas, this is not why Scaramouche was standing with crossed arms, clenching his fists. One of the Fatui skirmishers was getting too comfortable with you as commander. Worst of all, your graceful smile was bestowed upon them, not him when he literally stood behind you. 

“Today's work has been completed.” - Lord Harbinger Scaramouche stated to his underlings. “You're dismissed. Now scram before I see any of your faces.” 

As the day progressed, you barely had a second to sit down, before a pair of slim arms encircled your waist tightly. Perhaps too tightly. Scaramouche’s face hung low on the crook of your shoulder, while his body pressed to your back with a mumbled grumble. - “Hm? What is it, Scara? I thought you were satisfied with the work done early.” 

"Don't waste your time helping the lazy fools. You’re supposed to stay with me a little while longer.” 

✧ Upon offering your assistance in advance, Pantalone's joyful grin would expand tenfold, reminiscent of a schoolboy eagerly welcoming his crush into his home. He would excitedly pace around, discussing arrangements to ensure your comfort. He'll bring your favorite beverages, perhaps some snacks, cancel all meetings so you'll have his undivided attention… 

“Pantalone, I said I will be there to help. Not go on a date.” 

But his head is not listening. Because once the day arrives and you begin to stride around in his office, he would remain stationary. Watching you with an adoring smile, hands clasped together. Whatever paperwork he was supposed to analyze was forgotten, and suddenly the 9th of the Fatui Harbingers forgot his own signature when you're around.

“Pantalone, are you listening? I reorganized these financial reports. And don't forget to reread the clauses in these receipts too… Are you still with me?” 

Yet all he could do was sit there and smile at how fondly you looked as a boss in his office. “...Yes dear.” 

You sighed deeply, knowing well he wouldn't accomplish any work today. However, after some gentle persuasion and the passage of time, you miraculously managed to guide your beloved into a state of complete concentration on his work. He sat behind his desk, engrossed in paperwork and skimming over documents. Adjusting his silver glasses, he then beckoned to you.

“Sweetheart? Could you step over here for a moment? I need you to review the numbers on these financial reports before I approve them. And your attention to detail has always been exceptional.”

You casually obliged, stepping next to his mahogany desk to look over the figures in the paper. Leaning over, you began reading, but Pantalone had other ideas. 

“Oh, this might be uncomfortable for you, dear. Come, sit here.”

Before you know it, you're pulled right over his armchair to plop comfortably onto his lap. And while you managed to determine that there was nothing faulty or inconsistent in the financial reports he is holding, you discerned his clever ploy - “Pantalone, these papers are already signed. There's nothing wrong with them.” 

However your beloved only beamed in triumph, his hands putting down the papers and coming to secure your place in his lap. 

“Oh, Is that so? Well, you’re already sitting here and it’s so comfortable. You can’t blame my longing for your continued presence, darling.” 

I’m still alive, I swear! Just busy exploring Natlan. Hope I didn’t sway too far off from the main suggestion with this fanfic. Thank you for reading ❣

[arlertwhore]

pairing: sub!paige bueckers x fem! reader

synopsis: when you massage your gf paige, you discover her knots aren't what shes having trouble getting out.

warning (s): sexual content, fingering, nipple play, mommy kink!

word count: 929.

author note: gotta request for sub paige, dug deep in them drafts for this beautiful baby here 😫 i love the "tough girl gets dissolved to nothing" trope UGHH so yummy.

A significant part of being an athlete, one of the best on the court, was managing her trained muscles. In your shared bedroom, Paige had various massage tools & items to help her soothe her aches; guns, rollers, and balms, but she couldn't ever kick the comfort of her loving girlfriend’s hands.

"Pleaseeee baby," she begged you in the washroom mirror, behind you as her hands rested on your hips, pressing you back into her. "Need you," she'd said, burying her head in the crook of your neck, and you subsequently melted because how on earth could you have possibly resisted her cute little pout and those pleading eyes when she was so cute like that?

Believing you weren’t strong enough to massage her toned body, hardened from relentless hours of training and practice before she came home, you discovered that your true weakness was resisting her tempting reactions.

As she undressed, revealing her muscular upper body with a back glistening and tense from intense training—one you’d seen many times before, even scratched up and marked—your first reaction was, "There's no way I can do this," as you took in the full extent of her exertion.

"Try," she encouraged, lying down on the bed, and with a deep sigh, you advanced and reminded yourself she’d owe you a favor after this, perhaps some head.

You began. With each pass of your hands over her back, her muscles—initially taut and unyielding—gradually softened under your fingertips. Every stroke elicited a soft gasp or a deep huff, and her breathing grew deeper and more relaxed as she completely surrendered to the sensations you implemented upon her.

The way the big bad athlete yielded so willingly to your touch only intensified the heat growing between your legs. If not so, then it'd be the soft sighs and subtle arching of her back that indicated that she was enjoying every moment of your touch.

Maybe a bit too much. She wasn’t usually like this. She wasn’t usually this submissive, always so strong and in control on the court, in the bedroom, and in her words, but now, she was the flip opposite—melting and whining under your touch, completely submitting.

You furrowed your eyebrows, feeling a pang of guilt. This shouldn’t have been turning you on. Coaxing whimpers and curses from her parted, puffy lips, the way she responded to your lovely touch, and how she clenched her muscles each time you kneaded them all contributed to your growing unease and simultaneous arousal.

Whether intentional or not, you couldn’t help but lean down and softly kiss the curve of her neck from behind, cushioning legs draped over each side of her body.

"Y're so good, baby... fuck, yeah... just like that," she whimpered smally, pressing her body closer, damn-near shivering.

"Shut up," you murmur against the rose-scented skin of her back, licking and nipping at it softly, "I feel that good, Paigey?"

"Yeah," she breathes out, her needy voice trembling with and of surrender. "Kiss me again. Please," she begs softly, pulling you back in by grasping your hair. Her touch is gentle yet insistent, guiding you to the curve of her neck where your lips had left a lingering warmth.

“Mhm,” she hummed in delight, nodding as you encircled her body, your soft hands tenderly enveloping her tits. "So warm and soft... those fingers, I can't," she whispered, shuddering as your oiled palms glided gently and teasingly over her nipples, essentially massaging them.

You lay down flat on her back, nipping at her lips and listening to her whine needily into your mouth as you sink your oiled fingers into her, met with no resistance due to how completely lost in the moment you both are and how wet she is. The oil makes the glide smoother, heightening the sensation, and she claws at your wrists a little with her thankfully trimmed nails, whispering, "Yeah, bae, yeah... love your fingers in me like that, mmh..." Her voice maintains its natural tone but becomes whiny, needy, and desperate, as if something has taken over her.

Her moans sound different. The way she pushes herself back against your fingers, clenching around them with each pop of her hips, is different.

You pull your fingers out of her and press them into her mouth, feeling her eagerly engulf them as she bobs her head in a hungry, slutty motion. You’re unsure who this person is right now, but one thing is clear: it’s undeniably hot.

When she finishes cleaning your fingers, you sink them back inside her and stroke deeply, tiring your wrist.

"You're a good girl," you whisper into her ear, and she bites her lip, moaning blissfully with her eyes rolling back into her head. "Think you're Mommy's good girl?" you ask gruffly, and she gasps, a desperate, shrill cry escaping from her stomach, where she can quite literally feel your fingers jamming into. You’re about to demand words from her for fucking her so well when you feel it trickle down your wrist and realize she’s come silently, on command, just from that gentle praise.

Too much of a "Mommy's good girl," it seems.

You snap back to your typical role, remembering how you’re usually the one in her place. You joke, "What happened to all that control?"

You pull your fingers out of her and pop them into your mouth, her eyes following your every move. "Just savoring the taste of how good for me you are," you explain.

She nods, clearly pleased. "Good. I was hoping you’d remember you’re still my little bitch." MASTERLIST AUTHOR NOTE #2: unfortunately, i've become worse at writing cheeky lil endings :( THANK GOODNESS I DON'T HAVE TO SINCE ITS A DRAFT 😛 guys idk if its inappropriate to be releasing stuff rn since q-diddy has arose so think of this as me lightinin the mood around here lmao i just need these drafts gone!!

[kathaynesart]

*after reading the latest update*

Wait...he can make the equivalent of an atomic bomb but he can't make himself a vape?

...

That is the most Donnie thing I've ever seen.

Hahah sorry, a friend of mine gave that reason and it cracked me up!

Honestly though, your question is a very good one that needs addressing! The thing is, I strongly believe that there should still be limits to the turtle's ninpo abilities, as powerful as they are. Leo for example, requires some sort of metal to siphon his portals into existence.

While Donnie could indeed create a vape he would not know how to create the nicotine compound you place within it. Thus rendering the tool useless. If he could then there would be nothing stopping him from simply creating food, water, coffee and all the essentials needed to live well in the apocalypse. His focus has always been on energy and metal/plastic compounds. Now theoretically if he had spent all those years of training to learn and understand certain complex organic compounds to their very atomic core then PERHAPS he could have learned how to make such things. But that would be a completely different universe in which his weapons and bombs were not needed.

...Also he didn't start smoking until after the fall of the Central Park Colony where he loses his Ninpo, but that's beside the point haha. Hope that clears some thing up!