#Factory Library 2

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[sysig]

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[reasonsforhope]

"In 2018, sanitation workers in Çankaya, Turkey, began setting aside books that they pulled from trash bins on their night shifts — first for themselves, then for their family and friends. 

Over time, as the collection grew, the workers began storing them in the sloping hallways of an abandoned brick factory, which also serves as the headquarters for the city’s sanitation department. 

In 2018, the “Kitap Okuma Salonu,” (Workers’ Library) collection was officially designated as a public library for the people of Çankaya. 

“We started to discuss the idea of creating a library from these books,” Çankaya Mayor Alper Tasdelen told CNN when the library first opened. “And when everyone supported it, this project happened.”

“On one hand, there were those who were leaving these books on the streets,” Tasdelen added. “On the other hand — others were looking for these books.” 

In its first year, the library housed over 6,000 books. 

Today, it’s home to more than 40,000. 

When the number of books began exceeding the amount of shelf space at the library, the workers transformed one of their garbage trucks into a mobile library so that they could bring the excess books to local schools and prisons. 

“Village schoolteachers from all over Turkey are requesting books,” Tasdelen said.

The collection has grown so large in recent years that the city hired a full-time librarian to help tend to the books and facilitate loans on a two-week basis. 

In January, the Spouses of Head of Mission committee (a group of 12 women, who are the wives of ambassadors from 12 countries) visited the Workers’ Library and added to the collection’s foreign language section by donating recycled books “from the garbage to the library.” 

The books were published in more than 13 different languages, in honor of the committee’s home countries. 

According to the Turkish outlet Anka Haber Ajansi, SHOM Green Group Coordinator Kaire Jürgenson said that they “appreciated those who contributed to the establishment of the library” and emphasized that “this valuable work should be announced to more people.”

On a given day, the library is filled with municipal employees, their children, and students from local schools as they leaf through countless books and read quietly at assorted tables. 

For the sanitation workers who operate out of the brick building, the library has long served as a home away from home. 

“Before, I wished that I had a library in my house,” Serhat Baytemur, a garbage collector, said in a press statement. “Now we have a library here.”"

-via GoodGoodGood, May 2, 2025

[rotagnus]

next phase; 000.

[a pick-a-pile about what's coming, what's gone, and other things about the next chapter]. ☆*: .｡. o(🪷

personally guys i'm gonna be so honest i do not fw this reading but i hope you guys enjoy it!!!

pile 1; cute store. pile 2; our beautiful queen. pile 3; curly cartoon.

pile 1.

aaaaah hi my lovess! i think a lot of u will be going into a peaceful stage. things may become more clear for you and you'll have a bit of an easier journey w your anxiety. a lot of you seem like you're chasing something in this moment, and you feel like it's progressively getting farther away, therefore getting worse. you don't have enough energy to keep on running, and you feel like you're going to collapse soon. you feel very alone.

you're never alone, sweetheart. everrrr. you guys have such...deep souls, deep hearts, so even when you feel utterly isolated? you're not. your guides are watching over you, your soulmates, whatever you believe in--it's there. this is the death of the last phase; and it's okay to mourn, babylove, but this is a new beginning, one that many of you have wanted to start. a factory reset, if you will. you'll have enough space to truly be free and be authentic without feeling like you're boxed into something, y'know? a HOT amount of change is coming, good change. you guys are gonna experience some travel/movement, new places, new people. you may feel a bit awkward at first, like a baby animal, stumbling around and trying to figure out its surroundings, but you'll get the hang of it quickly.

your strength may make you feel dejected, and like you push people away, but this is not the case. you by yourself, are an angel, wielding a sword; but this will NEVERRR make you alone. it takes time to find people like you, because you're truly unique. eat some good food. watch a nice tv show. cuddle with a pet. hug yourself. delete social media clutter. everything you wanted in the next phase is coming. but you gotta keep your head up and keep trusting.

confirmations: statues. restaurants. 90s. belts. shoulders. wings. bird chirps. frogs. the ocean. temporary tattoos. fruit. basquiat. movies.

☆*: .｡. o(🪷

pile 2.

ooooh y'all are gonna have a glow-up!!!! stepping into that energy of taking what you want. a lot of you tend to struggle with your voice, and in this next phase of your life, you're going to be learning how to leave that shell of yours behind. getting into that anora energy (obv not like. anora herself, but think about how she holds herself, if you've seen the movie!). you guys are going to growww in confidence. smiling a lot, spending time with people. you may deal with some aggressive people but you're very levelheaded, so it won't be a big problem for you. you demand RESPECTTT and people see that, and it def attracts the right kind of people to you. a lot of you are going to be more comfortable in your own skin, spending time with yourself.

this is a developing phase. things will be building up, a lot of things THEMSELVES may not necessarily be happening, but this phase is necessary to progress your path forwards. rest is crucial; a lot of you have fuckass sleep schedules and poor eating habits that you should work on (consistency within both of those spheres is KEYYY!!! you guys can be imbalanced at times). a lot of you will be more firm in your boundaries, specifically for yourself. a lot of the time you allowed yourself to be disrespected by people just because they were close to you, but that's becoming a big NOPEEE. so proud. a lot of you will be spending time in places that move you forwards; thinking of the gym, library, college. anything that lets you progress.

a lot of you may be feeling some negative emotions right now so i'd definitely be wary of finding a way to dispose of these feelings now so they don't follow after you into this phase. there's some conflicts you guys might need to sort out, particularly with friends and family. it can be exhausting, feeling like you always have to solve things; this is a reminder that leaving a situation that is constantly making you anxious or upset does not mean giving up. it means saving yourself.

confirmations: ufc. football. sports. autumn. childhood tv shows. chunky jewelry. 2014. light pink lip gloss. converse. tabby kitten.

☆*: .｡. o(🪷

pile 3.

a lot of you are gonna be having big FUNN during this phase. many are excited for summer. this won't be as heavy as the last two piles, so that leads me to think that you may have had a rough period the last phase of your life. many of you will be genuinely feeling new emotions and seeing new parts of your life and you'll feel so happy, like you're floating. many will have a fear this won't last. my advice to you; happiness, is a permanent thing. sometimes, we feel bad things, but happiness itself never goes away. it is simply clouded over. a lot of you will be working on certain areas of your life; particularly creative ones. music, dancing, art, poetry--all of that might resonate, babycakes.

you're really going to be deeeeep in your energy. a lot of you have experienced a rebirth before and this'll make you feel like you're finally back to normal again. people are really gonna be happy for you, pile 3. i think some of you had a really rough winter, and it shows, the glow you have right now. it shows. people will see that you're easing up a bit, and while many of you are still recovering from the bad parts, you're really going to bloom. a lot of you may have experienced bad physical symptoms, like pain, anxiety tics, etc. and that'll ease up for a lot of you. the clouds will disappear.

this is also a reminder to ease up, a bit. a lot of you guys are TERRIFIED of a new phase, new people, etc. coming into your life, but not all new things are bad. you gotta get rid of the past to live in the present. a lot of you don't wanna trust again but really, that's the only way you're going to move forward. take a deep breath, take a leap of faith. not everyone is here to hurt you. of course, there are some people out there who did. but that doesn't mean that there aren't souls who wanna be your friend, who wanna be gentle with you. you guys have a paralyzing fear of experiencing something from the past again; it'll be okay, honey. it'll be okay.

confirmations: limerence by yves tumor. platform shoes. soda cans. lily flowers. small towns. religious iconography. new nails. choppy bangs. losing makeup. flags.

☆*: .｡. o(🪷

[jjwolves]

Hello, you know how ENA has the opportunity to pet most if not all the animal like entities in Dream BBQ? Could I get a writing of her petting the Human Reader because:

1. They can.

2. It’s in her personality to do that.

3. Cuteness Aggression.

And notice how it’s Meanie’s hand that’s always petting the babies, make of that as you will.

TURN OFF YOUR TV •• ━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━ ••

What: 5 Headcanons of ENA the Worker X Reader

Who: ENA the Worker, from ENA Dream BBQ (by Joel G)

How Much: ~800 words, ~3 mins

Credits: Image Banner -> Joel G, Divider -> @cafekitsune

Warnings: None, Besides Slight Angst

You’ve been hanging out with ENA for a while, and while you adore her, and she you, you realized after your fourth time needing saved that you weren’t cut out for the unpredictable, intense journeys brought on by her employment. At the time, ENA was on a mission that required two people: One would be the lookout and the other would need to blow on a lever which looked like a pinwheel to open the door to an ice temple in the sky. At least, that was the plan on paper. What actually happened was more like this: you were captivated watching ENA at work and an irate wind farmer found you perched in your crow’s nest, trapping you in a giant popsicle as punishment. ENA had a job to do, but she dropped it to help you escape. After that, the temple was on high alert for 'rude bipedal entities' and the mission was impossible.

Ever since then, you’ve decided to stop coming on adventures, much to ENA’s surprising displeasure. “WHAT! You’re my partner in business, you lazy worm! What do you mean you’re ‘sitting this one out’?!” You were just so tired of letting her down, you explained. She did far better on her own, and you didn’t want her to get in trouble with her job or anything. ENA wasn’t hearing it, and Meanie wasn’t getting the job done. It was time to sell. “OK. Yes, the mission didn’t go as expected. But there’s no need to be a solo practitioner over getting distracted.” You gulped nervously, to which ENA gave a blank (knowing?) smile and looked thoughtful for a moment. “We’ll have your finances straightened out soon enough.” You had no idea what that meant. Little did you know, she was already setting a plan in motion.

ENA began inviting you on miniature adventures where the stakes were lower, although she was doing her best to be subtle about her intentions. “There’s an errand I want you to go on with me. Dual investment!” “Here’s an offer you can’t refuse: An upstanding angler wants us to help him find the Devil’s Toybox, and the only thing we need to do is help steer the boat!” “There’s a water factory which has run out of water, it seems. They need a tough customer to run on a wheel so they can keep the sky open long enough to get ice. Sounds like it should be easy to help them with their recession.” They’re all pretty simple jobs, meaning that you don’t screw them up as much as you do the big ones. ENA notices, though, that these smaller jobs still aren’t perking you up the way she thought they would. So, she starts giving you little rewards to help put some pep back in your step.

You help ENA keep a ladder still so that she can grab a high-up library book which has a stickman trapped inside. You are rewarded with a self-eating apple. You hold the angler to make sure she doesn’t fall into the inky lake, and you all crack open the Devil’s Toybox to find creepy little puppet versions of everyone on the boat. ENA gifts you a snowglobe with a rooster inside which points to anything that looks like a sun. You and ENA take turns running on the wheel, and after the factory is running again, she gives you a metal hat with oni faces on it. While you appreciate the gifts, you know that ENA is trying to recondition you to make you feel better about going on missions with her again. And ENA realizes fairly quickly that the gifts aren’t lifting your spirits the way they ought to. Salesman couldn’t get the job done, so maybe it should be Meanie’s turn.

ENA continues on her quest to resurrect your moxie. Gifts don’t work as she expected, so she switches to a new form of reinforcement. After another little job is finished, instead of her Salesman side trading you something, she lets her pale side take over and do whatever feels right. No more calculations, just feeling. Before you even know what’s happening, ENA is sitting next to you, her pale claw stroking your head, taking time to comb through it and occasionally circle it around her finger. Her voice is gruff but caring. “That stupid mission… You have a thick skull, but even you should know that I don’t take you on missions because I want you to do something for me. I want you to do something with me.” Hazily, you open your eyes and see that she’s looking straight into yours. You tell her that she doesn’t need to bribe you anymore. “But don’t think you’re not getting off the hook that easy! We’re adding this to the routine. Get used to it!” You don’t argue. You just focus on the rare Meanie smile presented to you.

[maladaptivewritings]

HeadLock

Summary: Simon just returned from deployment, to realize he has a new neighbor. His paranoia soon leads to obsession as he dives into a cycle of charismatic stalking.

Tw: stalking, smoking, general Simon behaviors.

Y/N: She/They pronouns, has tattoos, library associate, mid-late 20'

word count: 900

Pt 2

The clock read 4:38 A.M as the rain beat down on the windshield. A so-called simple task that was meant for a month at maximum, turned into a four month escapade; Johnny had been getting antsy towards the end, "He had promised to be home before his niece was born."

Simon scoffed at the thought as he sat at the red light, thunder cracks as he waits. He hated the city, a common thought as the second the light switched green, the lone car he shared the road with blared their horn. He put out the cigarette, letting it fly out his window as he picked up the pace. The flat was a few hundred meters away, despite the near vacant halls it was a comfort.

The flat was funded through Price and Laswell, though unorthodox it was the least they could do, seeing at prior he was practically living in his office. The factory turned, flat lacked parking that would protect him from the storm. He made his way up from the street, drenched from the downpour and reeking of dried blood, liquor and lead.

The 11th floor, came sooner than he thought as he turned down the hall. Unlike his routine would normally have it, he was not alone in the desolate hall. There stood a meek younger woman, who like himself was drenched as they hastily tried to unlock her door to know avail. Groceries slowly slip from her reach, Simon sloped forward picking up a bag of crisps that had already slipped.

"Y'need help." His voice like gravel hit you like a bus, he was a hulk of a man. You looked up at the strange figure you shared the hall with, he observed you squirm trying to keep hold of your bag of curious items.

"Oh uh, um yeah please." The stranger was an American. What a great surprise, especially after his head was nearly blown off by one. She continued on trying explain why at this hour she was up. Simon grabbed the bag that you held in your left hand. He scanned what was in the bag as you finally unlocked the door.

"Ya' new to the area." He spoke once more, what would normally sound so comforting unnerved you for a moment. You nodded, smiling politely like you were taught to do so, tired eyes showing the lie. As you slipped inside your apartment, once you retrieved your other bag.

Simon sat in the hall, he watched as your form went to hide. The damp shirt sticking to the skin of your arm as you waved goodbye. His mind going to the worst scenarios, he locked himself in his flat.

The computer read now 6:45 A.M, passed out at a desk within his hospital-esque bedroom. Within the time he had gotten home he had learned your name, date of birth and education; hours of internet stalking had him cross-referencing to what tattoos you had and if they had any meaning to Graves and his men. Luckily they didn't, but as the storm subsided mentally he was too enthralled by who you were to stop searching.

Why did you move here? Why this building? Were you an undercover spy?

The questions that ran rampant throughout his mind became like a cruel game. His exhausted body hunched over his desk awoke with someone knocking on his door. The little American with muffins.

He stared down at you, eyes like obsidian and peering at you incessantly despite how much you tried to make him focus on the muffins.

"So, I made some for everyone else in the hall but I'm Y/n and I move here like a few weeks back..." Your words fluttered as you attempt to reintroduce yourself. Concerned with looking rude you hand over the cheap Tupperware. "It's Blueberry by the way.."

He already knew your name, where you went to University and where you were going to be working. Despite this of course, he nodded pretending to take in the information as if new to him.

"Thanks, sorry for not welcomin' ya been busy." His voice fills the hall. He leaned against his doorframe, determined to figure you out. Relaxing his body, as best as he could, he made glances at your form. If you were a spy, you were one of the better looking ones.

"Oh no you're fine, It gave me more time to unpack." You said brushing your hair out of your face. You had hastily woken up and realized you needed to redo this introduction to your incredibly hot, intimidating neighbor. You smiled up at him, you had even made sure to wear the nice Pj's for this and not the raggedy old college merch.

"Well.. speaking of that I need to get back to my place. Good to meet you.." You said pausing for his introduction.

"Simon," He said as you made your way into the apartment. You piqued his interest and he needed more. This was for security reasons of course, nothing more. He would start repeating this more and more. As he returned to his flat he stared at his computer, multiple tabs opened like a map of you.

This was not normal, he understood this as a fact but he had to determine if you were a threat, and if not how he can he create a way to pass the the time before he disappears once more.

[haikyu-mp4]

The Comedians

word count; 937 – f!reader, part 2 of this

Tendo held the door for you and gestured with his arm like a classic gentleman. His smile made you chuckle in adoration while you looked at the sign that stood beside him: Open mic comedy night, it said. What a coincidence.

"You can go find us a seat and I'll get us something to drink," Tendo said and walked over to the barista, trying not to show how excited and nervous he was.

The atmosphere was warm and light. You and Tendo both had rosy cheeks and conversed lightly. Every topic flowed so naturally like you were catching up on your entire lives even though the topics were simple things like what you got up to recently. At some point, two guys walked in, and you felt curious when Tendo lifted a hand in greeting. "Hey!" the grey-haired one called and walked over. They did a quick handshake before his eyes fell on you with amusement glittering in his eyes.

"Semi-Semi, I didn't expect to see you here today," Tendo said, stuffing his hands in his jacket pockets and leaning back in his chair. You had a feeling they were close friends.

"I'd like to say the same to you, but that would be a lie. You, however," Semi said, turning to the unfamiliar woman accompanying his old teammate. He held out a hand, and you shook it with a wide smile. "You must be y/n. Tendo told me about you, from the library?" Semi wanted to take full advantage of the situation as his friend's ears got redder and redder. Tendo exclaimed sounds of complaint at the comment but made no move to deny it.

"That's me, y/n from the library. Semi-semi, was it?" You, amused by their friendly teasing, tried to hide how flustered you felt by playing along. Y/n from the library, you nailed that, you sarcastically praised yourself. Semi nodded right as the lights in the cafe dimmed and the small stage lit up.

"Just Semi, preferably. Nice meeting you, y/n. We’ll talk more later; it looks like the event is starting."

The first few young adults daringly tried to win the stage with their humour, telling stories that ended with a funny punchline or making comments about the people in the room who interacted. You and Tendo laughed and commented to each other about what you liked and didn't like, sometimes even adding jokes in between and trying to keep your laughter silent. The last person left the stage, and the microphone stood there, lonely and desperate for some good, or bad jokes.

"Go on, Tendo. Steal the stage," you encouraged, gesturing with your hand.

"Ah, it would be unfair to the others when I'm so naturally funny," he said, and you giggled in response, shoving his shoulder lightly.

"What if we both go?" Tendo looked at the beautiful woman beside him with an unplaceable emotion in his eyes.

"Together?" he asked, making a bold move by grabbing your hand from the table between you and standing up. "We'll go next!" Tendo yelled out, making all the other students clap and whistle.

However, no one could have prepared the audience for the show they were about to see. You and Tendo took turns saying terrible dad-like jokes before taking a few seconds between each one to laugh loudly like two windshield wipers in a rainstorm. "How do lawyers say goodbye? We'll be suing you!"

"What's an astronaut's favourite part of a computer? The space bar!"

You leaned on each other for support and almost forgot anyone was watching. Semi certainly did, with an incredulous look on his face after taking a short video to send in the group chat later. "This is so embarrassing, they're perfect for each other," he said to himself, shaking his head as the duo finally stumbled off the stage while drying your tears.

You sat down by your table again and heaved heavy breaths to try and stop giggling. However, it only took one look at each other's faces to start the laughter factory up again, which is why you decided to leave and get some fresh air. "I can't breathe!" you exclaimed into the night and finally ceased laughing. Not only is he incredibly handsome, but also perhaps the funniest person I've ever met.

"We make a good duo, don't we?" Tendo thought out loud, glancing at your pretty face. You sat down on a park bench by the cafe, arms brushing against each other.

"I don't think the audience was impressed," you admitted while rubbing your hands for warmth. Tendo saw this and decided, that now was the moment. He lifted the arm closest to you and let it fall across your shoulders, which automatically made you lean closer to him.

I always wanted to try that, he thought and smiled.

You sat there for a while, just looking at the sky and enjoying each other's company, but the cold eventually got to you, and you had to walk back to the cafe. As Tendo opened the door, you laughed once again and said, "A clown held a door open for me the other day. I thought, what a nice jester".

The joke made Tendo realise how smitten he already was, and he had the sudden urge to lean down and kiss you. So he did. It was a short peck on the cheek, but meaningful nonetheless. You both enjoyed the rest of the evening, talking to some other students, including Semi. He kept watching you and his friend looking at each other like he had only read about in books.

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[fetacheeseluvr]

Run Away - Trafalgar Law x Reader - Chapter 3

A/N: THE THIRD AND FINAL CHAPTER IS HERE! It is lowkey inspired by the song 'Back To Me' by The Marias, so feel free to listen to it while you are reading this chapter :)

I just wanted to give a quick thank you for all the likes, reposts, kudos, and comments. Being recognized for putting myself out there creatively has given me a lot of courage to continue to write. I was always too scared to do this kinda thing because I thought I would just suck at it lol, but the kindness and support has made me feel very reassured to push myself to do what i'm passionate about. SO THANK YOU <3

Anywho I hope you enjoy!

TAGS: angst, fluff, confirmed feelings

2k word count

Chapter 1: https://www.tumblr.com/fetacheeseluvr/779840416647430144/run-away-trafalgar-law-x-reader-chapter-1

Chapter 2: https://www.tumblr.com/fetacheeseluvr/780414561008386048/run-away-trafalgar-law-x-reader-chapter-2

After hearing the news about Law taking down Doflamingo family and the SMILE factory, the waiting game begun; he could come to Zou any day now.

He will come back to your crew.

Back to you.

Before you found out the truth about Law's trip to Punk Hazard and Dressrosa, you would normally be feeling restless and giddy leading up to his return from his solo missons. Excited to berate him with questions about all the things he saw or the different battles he fought, though you mostly looked forward to just being able to spend time with him. Back to the late nights in the library, back to teasing him about his nerdy obsessions, back to holding onto everything he would do to you and hoping it was his way of telling you he secretly felt the same.

Back to you.

But now, it feels as though you are in the eye of the storm, trapped to watch everything falling apart around you and not being able to do anything about it. It made you feel stupid for thinking there was more to the relationship you had with Law. If he was that willing to let you go, there was no way he saw you as someone worth keeping around. It ripped you apart, and you don't know if you will ever be able to forgive him.

He had his tattoo'd fingers in the folds of your brain for so long, and it started to feel like the space was molded just for him; and you didn't care if that meant you were made for him, you loved the idea.

The sadness of his unreciprocated feelings was something you hid away for so long, that it began to manifest into anger. Though, you never realized how pent up you were until everything happened, now the rage feels like tar you cannot scrub off your skin. And the worst part of it all is that you have nowhere to direct it. It wasn't his fault that he didn't feel the same way; he was only your captain, you made it complicated, so you let yourself watch what you built crumble.

Back to you.

"Y/N!"

You are pulled out of your thoughts by Ikkaku screeching your name as she barged into the room you shared, panting as she held onto the door.

"He's here! Bepo found Luffy who said that he's on his way here!" She said excitedly between staggered breaths.

You froze, the deep pang in your chest making you unable to move. You wanted to scream, cry, throw up, hide, run away; you wanted to do anything but continue to drown in this amber anger that has taken over every sense in your body. You knew that if you let yourself feel excited, the next time he would disappoint you would feel ten times worse; because you would have allowed yourself to believe he could change. But he didn't even know what he did to you.

You watched Ikkaku's face turn from excited to concerned, but you could only stare at her, hoping that she could somehow tell you how to feel.

"Um, I didn't think you would freeze in excitement... but hurry up and come outside, were all going to hide in front of the hideout to surprise him!" She says quickly before closing the door behind her.

You planted your hands into the plush cushion of your mattress as you began to rise out of your bed, though every fibre of your being screamed at you to hide. You continued to mentally and physically fight with yourself as you slowly left your room to meet the rest of your crew outside. You had quickly decided to yourself to pretend that everything was okay, not wanting to attract any unwanted concern about your well being. You knew this, it is a price that a pirate needs to pay for the sake of their crew. You knew this. You can do this again.

You approached the rest of your crew with a smile, they were huddled in a circle in front of the hideout talking with each other. Excited conversation about your captains return filled the quiet air of the forest, it made you nauseous. You could feel the stares of Bepo, Penguin, and Shachi burning into the side of your face. They had tried to talk to you about what you overheard multiple times, but you brushed it off to them as something that every pirate captain had to sacrifice for their life goals. They knew you were lying, but they thankfully eventually dropped it.

You hear a sudden gasp, then everyone scrambled to hide in the bushes that surrounded you.

The faint footsteps got drowned out by the sound your pounding heart in your ears, then deeply swallowing the lump in your throat. The steps got louder and louder until it paused, then your crew began to one by one poke their heads out.

You stood up, and he was there.

The sunlight that beamed through the trees above you surrounded him, making the scene in front of you feel like a dream. Like one you are sure you had before.

He was wearing his signature blue jeans and a loose black shirt with the top few buttons undone, showing the top of his chest tattoo, his sleeves were rolled up displaying his toned forearms. In one hand, he was holding out the vivre in front of him, in the other he rested his sword on his shoulder. His head was tilted down, black hair messily poked out of the bottom of his large white hat as his golden eyes looking up from underneath the rim. A corner of his mouth lifted up as his grinned up at everyone, at his crew. The image before you looked like a painting, like a moment that an artist wanted to carefully capture and let others bask upon for centuries to come; and oh, you did.

He looked lighter, as if a weight has been lifted off his shoulders. The usual dark bags underneath his eyes had lightened, his once tense frame had loosened, his sharp and strained expression was brighter.

"Captain!" The crew cried out harmoniously, one by one coming out of the bushes to approach him.

"You came back for us!" Bepo sniffled through sobs as he jumped onto Law, holding onto him.

"I missed you so much!" He continued as he rubbed his face against his, Law smirking up at him as he accepted his fate.

"Do you want to squish him?" Shachi chimed in, crossing his arms with a smile.

Bepo froze and swiftly jumped back, "Sorry, sorry!"

Then, he looked at you, his eyes telling you something you didn't understand.

You looked back at him, frozen in place, unsure of what to say or do.

The air became tense as your crew noticed the odd exchange.

"Everyone head to the Polar Tang." Law ordered, not breaking eye contact.

"You, come with me." He spoke quickly before turning around and walking into the forest.

The crew slowly began to walk away, side eyeing you, faces covered in compassion as they disappeared.

You took a slow, deep breath before following behind him.

It feels as though you were watching his back for an eternity before he stopped in his tracks.

"Sorry, I wanted to make sure we were away from everyone." He spoke gently, as though he wasn't sure what he was doing.

He turned around to look at you, and this time, his gaze was cautious. Law looking at you as if you were fragile made your blood begin to boil.

"I-"

"Shut the hell up!" You suddenly yell before you had the time to process the words that began to spill out of your mouth.

"How dare you leave us with no intention of coming back, you coward!" You stormed up to him, invading his personal space. Balling up the collar of his shirt in your fist, you pulled him down to eye level.

"If you never came back, what did you expect the rest of us to do? You are so insufferably selfish!" You breathed heavily as your eyes bored into his, yet his expression was too calm, like he was expecting this from you. You clenched your jaw at his composed demeanour, then drew your free hand back and slapped him across the face. His neck snapped to the side, your red handprint already beginning to form on his cheek.

"You never talked to me about it, I thought I meant more than that to you." You choked out as your felt a lump begin to form in your throat, lips quivering as you felt hot tears start to stream down your face. Your shaking hand dropped your grip on his collar, landing at your side as you stared at your feet.

"I'm such an idiot." You spat at yourself, wishing the ground would swallow you whole.

What's the point of even saying all of this? None of it even mattered to him.

Law stood up straight, then turned his head to look down at you evenly. He slowly brought his hand up to your face, and started wiping the tears under your eyes.

"I was always going to come back to you." He said genuinely, a small smirk tugging the corner of his mouth.

Not back to the crew, back to you.

"I thought you had more faith in me, that stings more than my cheek." Law spoke teasingly.

Your jaw dropped as you looked up at him in disbelief; what the hell is he talking about?

"I wanted to tell you everything, but I didn't want to scare you for no reason." His hand then moved towards the back of your neck before he swiftly pulled you into him, shaking your concept of reality.

"I guess my plan didn't work, I'm sorry you were worried." His voice sounded like a song that threatened to lull you to sleep, as he wrapped both of his arms across your back, holding you tightly, like you were water that could easily slip through his grasp.

"You're confusing me." You spoke quietly into his chest, the sudden comfort of his warm embrace putting you in a trance. You didn't understand what was going on, why he was being so affectionate, why he was so apologetic, why he cared so much. It feels like he was hesitantly revealing a new side of himself to you, and you were a part of it. Every truth you made up about him began to melt away.

He carefully let go of you, then brought up his hands to cup your cheeks, raising your head to look at him; just like the scene you replayed in your head. Though this time, he slowly started to lean in closer, suddenly feeling his breath hit your face. He watched you carefully, like a dog waiting for its owner to throw the ball. He looked down at your lips, then met your eyes; holding back. You scanned his expression, closed your eyes, and felt his lips crash into yours. It was desperate, like the contact was his way of apologizing, and you accepted.

You poured the tsunami of different emotions you have felt into him, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him deeper into you. The sudden passion emitting from Law, all the floating questions in your mind suddenly being answered, him coming back to you; for you.

In this moment, his lips were the only thing that could tie you to actuality.

He pulled back as you both caught your breath. Panting, you opened your eyes, and he was already looking at you longingly, like he didn't want to stop, the sight of his swollen lips and rose tinted cheeks made you feel weak.

"I'm sorry I didn't do this sooner, I could never find the right time."

In that moment, you finally realized that he needed to let go of a part of him, a part of his past, to be able to become truly vulnerable towards you. He felt the same, yet he held himself back when he didn't need to. You would have accepted that part of him, you already did, but it's too late for that now. It didn't matter, he came to you in his own time; when he felt ready to accept it.

You giggle, looking up at him with a smirk.

"You say sorry a lot." You return teasingly.

"Whatever it takes to make it up to you."

[nasa]

For the Benefit of All: Assistive Tech Developed from NASA Tech

What do modern cochlear implants and robotic gloves have in common? They were derived from NASA technology. We’ve made it easier to find and use our patented inventions that could help create products that enhance life for people with disabilities.

October is National Disability Employment Awareness Month, which highlights the contributions of American workers with disabilities – many of whom use assistive technology on the job. Take a look at these assistive technologies that are NASA spinoffs.

Low-Vision Headsets

The Joint Optical Reflective Display (JORDY) device is a headset that uses NASA image processing and head-mounted display technology to enable people with low vision to read and write. JORDY enhances individuals’ remaining sight by magnifying objects up to 50 times and allowing them to change contrast, brightness, and display modes. JORDY's name was inspired by Geordi La Forge, a blind character from “Star Trek: The Next Generation” whose futuristic visor enabled him to see.

Cochlear Implants

Work that led to the modern cochlear implant was patented by a NASA engineer in the 1970s. Following three failed corrective surgeries, Adam Kissiah combined his NASA electronics know-how with research in the Kennedy Space Center technical library to build his own solution for people with severe-to-profound hearing loss who receive little or no benefit from hearing aids. Several companies now make the devices, which have been implanted in hundreds of thousands of people around the world.

Robotic Gloves

Ironhand, from Swedish company Bioservo Technologies, is the world’s first industrial-strength robotic glove for factory workers and others who perform repetitive manual tasks. It helps prevent stress injuries but has been especially warmly received by workers with preexisting hand injuries and conditions. The glove is based on a suite of patents for the technology developed by NASA and General Motors to build the hands of the Robonaut 2 humanoid robotic astronaut.

Smart Glasses

Neurofeedback technology NASA originally developed to improve pilots’ attention has been the basis for products aimed at helping people manage attention disorders without medication. The devices measure brainwave output to gauge attention levels according to the “engagement index” a NASA engineer created. Then, they show the results to users, helping them learn to voluntarily control their degree of concentration. One such device is a pair of smart glasses from Narbis, whose lenses darken as attention wanes.

Anti-Gravity Treadmills

A NASA scientist who developed ways to use air pressure to simulate gravity for astronauts exercising in space had the idea to apply the concept for the opposite effect on Earth. After licensing his technology, Alter-G Inc. developed its anti-gravity G-Trainer treadmill, which lets users offload some or all of their weight while exercising. The treadmills can help people recover from athletic or brain injuries, and they allow a safe exercise regimen for others with long-term conditions such as arthritis.

Wireless Muscle Sensors

Some of the most exciting assistive technologies to spin off may be yet to come. Delsys Inc. developed electromyographic technology to help NASA understand the effects of long-term weightlessness on astronauts’ muscles and movements. Electromyography detects and analyzes electrical signals emitted when motor nerves trigger movement. Among the company’s customers are physical therapists developing exercise routines to help patients recover from injuries. But some researchers are using the technology to attempt recoveries that once seemed impossible, such as helping paralyzed patients regain movement, letting laryngectomy patients speak, and outfitting amputees with artificial limbs that work like the real thing.  

To further enhance the lives of people with disabilities, NASA has identified a selection of patented technologies created for space missions that could spur the next generation of assistive technology here on Earth.

Want to learn more about assistive technologies already in action? Check out NASA Spinoff to find products and services that wouldn’t exist without space exploration.   

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[chaotic-zora]

Domain of Volica/Volca (Lore and Timeline)

Pronounced: VOLE-KA

Quick Summary: Located near a dormant underwater Volcano in the Northern Akkala Sea, Volica is a Domain ravaged by recent political upheaval. Once flourishing reefs laid barren by over fishing practices, the Domain is now leading recovery efforts.

Volica predominantly focuses on the extraction of valuable minerals and materials from its underwater volcano. Ores are turned into pure metals by a smelting process and used to produce a variety of goods, and gems are exported or repurposed for their unique elemental properties.

Until recently the Domain was fairly self sufficient, being able to meet most of its own necessities. Now it must form alliances, or risk dissolution.

FULL LORE BELOW!

~ Origins ~

Volica's origins begin with a nomadic zoran mining community. For centuries these zoras traveled from place to place, mining in various regions for ores to barter with until one day they happened upon a dormant underwater Volcano (or seamount) abundant with materials.

Conveniently located several miles out from land, the zoras couldn't believe their luck. Because such a find meant no competition. Gorons sink (being well…rocks), Hylian's can't breath underwater, and neither can Rito! They'd be the only ones able to mine from such a find!

Unwilling to pass on such an opportunity, these zoras settled on a scenic cliff face bordering the ocean. In due time their little community grew, eventually becoming the flourishing Domain of "Volca" or "Volica". Lovingly named after the Volcano they so revere.

Wait a minute hold up- why are there two ways to spell the Domain's name? Well that's cause no one can fuckin agree on it, to the point it's become THE #1 most heatedly debated topic. Technical documents found in the Domain's historical library usually spell it as “Volica”, and Non-technical documents (think casual everyday history records or diaries) spell it as “Volca”.

Rumor has it these differences stem from disagreements between various founders. Some wanted to spell it closer to how it's pronounced. Others wanted to add flourish. And Slippery Dick (that's an actual type of fish btw)? Well Dick really just wanted to piss everyone off.

Silvyr: It's Volica.

Fen'an: It's Volca.

Nyvor: What about Volïca?

Thresh (whose illiterate): You three have been saying the same goddamn thing for the last ten minutes. Shut the fuck up.

~ Volica’s Top Five Professions ~

1.) Mining

Most common. Harvesting from the Volcano is considered a high honor, and is done so with great respect to the sea and earth. The zoras understand not to harvest in excess, as not only is doing so dangerous (tunnels need to be carefully reinforced, and require time to “settle” to prevent cave-ins), but taking excessively without being mindful of how said harvesting is performed can damage the mines, waters, and surrounding ecosystem.

Even if a mine is found to be abundant with materials, if said mine is dug too deep or begins disrupting the natural ecosystem/structural integrity of the Volcano (it may be dormant but that does not mean it is extinct) it will be abandoned in favor of starting new mining tunnels.

As one might imagine, Volcanoes are hot (and not in a sexy way)! To withstand these hot environmental conditions workers wear sapphire inlaid PPE. Imbued with the power of ice, this gem has become a trademark favorite of the Domain.

2.) Smelter Workers

Underwater mine tunnels require reinforcements (less so than on land mines, as water buoyancy helps maintain structural integrity by opposing the weight of rock). As the tensile strength of timber decreases within water and said material degrades quickly it is not viable to use underwater, so Volica uses stainless steel I Beams instead. To produce stainless steel for its mining and architectural needs Volica has smelting factories.

Using materials obtained from the mines, smelter workers use smelting factories to extract metal from melted ores. After a secondary separation process the “purified” metal is then placed into molds to cool and harden.

Smelters are powered by raw zoran strength and supplemented by heat from rubies, gems that harness the power of fire.

Want some imagery? Well imagine Iron Town from Princess Mononoke, and the factory powered by women, similar concept but BUFF zora power is used (these zoras are JACKED).

To be further elaborated upon in Silvyr’s Lore - due to the intense heat within smelting factories zoras with water magic are brought in to cool down workers and help prevent meltdowns. In Volica, all water magic users are born from one specific clann. Silvyr is from this particular clann.

3.) Food Gathering

Volica is incredibly dependent on its local reefs (located next to the Domain’s cliff face) for food. Roughly 85% of their food is obtained from the reefs by fishers, with 10% obtained on land by hunters, and the remaining 5% by trade.

Being near the Volcano has become both a blessing and a curse. Why? Well the hydrothermal activity of the underwater Volcano makes the waters of the Northern Akkala Sea an ideal breeding ground for a particularly aggressive invasive fish, the dreaded sizzlefin trout!

Accidentally introduced into the ecosystem nearly 200 years ago by passing merchant vessels, the population of this invasive fish has spiraled out of control, and completely driven out the native fish of the Northern Akkala Sea, leaving nothing but small fry and other inedible creatures left!

And you know what's worse? Volica zora can't eat sizzlefin trout, because they're inexplicably allergic to them!

Well, at least they’ve managed to prevent the sizzlefin trout from infesting their reefs. Nothing can possibly go wrong when your population is almost completely dependent on one food source…..right?

4.) Blacksmithing

With an abundance of materials available, blacksmithing has become a popular trade in the Domain. Blacksmiths produce weapons, armor, jewelry, decorations, and even PPE!

5.) Fighters/Defenders

Those who protect the Domain are placed within one of the two following categories;

Knights: More structured than their Warrior counterpart, Knights work within teams, are formally educated, disciplined, and directly employed under the royal crown.

Warriors: Less structured than their Knightly counterpart, Warriors operate independently (only teaming up with others if they so please). They are paid based on results/missions, and often utilize different/unique fighting styles and weapons. Those who train to be Knights and are deemed….unsuitable for the position (read: disobedient) usually become Warriors (i.e. Thresh).

Knights/Warriors are ranked by the color of their armor/accessories, which are: Silver (Novice), Bronze (Advanced), Gold (Expert), and Blued (Certified BAMF. This metal is blackish in appearance and a sign of prestige, for it recognizes the dedication and sacrifices one has made to protect the Domain. Few have earned it).

Blued armor is produced via a process called fire bluing. To blue metal, its surface must be polished to a near mirror finish. A Knight or Warrior shall polish the metal themselves before providing it to a blacksmith for bluing. This typically takes months to achieve, and is an age-old tradition performed to honor the steel that will adorn their scales for the rest of their life.

Those who achieve such a status may also gift blued accessories to their mates. What a cool way to show you're married to a badass amiright?

~ The Monarchy ~

Structured as a typical Monarchy, the Queen and King rank at the top of society, governing with final say and authority. They are followed closely in rank by a council run and formed by Nobles, who once held the highest positions (diplomats, traders, right-hands, ect.) within the Domain (note, this was the structure before the coup).

Originally Volica had a fantastic queen. She kept the Nobles and her husband, the King (a zora who married in from another Domain to establish an alliance. It was not a great marriage), under strict control. She was outspoken, stern, and ruthless whenever the King and Nobles attempted to oppose her, favoring the people and their well being over those who ranked highest in society.

Then one day, she fell ill.

Over time her mysterious illness worsened, and with the ailing Queen unable to manage the King and Nobles, they began to favor profit over their people. This marks the beginning of The Reign of the Corrupt King.

Using bottom trawling methods, The King and Nobles began excessively harvesting fish from Volica’s nearby reefs, and selling off the excess for profit. The effects of this aren't immediate, but inevitably the reef's ecosystem becomes disrupted, and with the Nobles continuing to trade away what little food is being obtained for profit the Domain spirals into a famine.

Aha! Now I can go into the timeline and bring you up to speed about what happened and where things are now! But before I do, allow me to quickly introduce you to a few key characters, so you have some knowledge to put to their names!

~ Key Characters ~

Silvyr (They/Them):

Captain of Volica's Knights, Silvyr is regarded as a lethal, but slowly deteriorating weapon. They are intellectual, collected, and fiercely loyal with strong personal morals, favoring the well being and safety of their community above all else, even themselves. Their ability to wield powerful ice magic has consequently given them numerous health problems.

Post coup Silvyr retires as a Captain to become a Diplomat, Advisor, ect., essentially doing whatever tasks are needed of them to manage the Domain.

Thresh (he/him/they/them):

Volica's loose cannonball and top ranking warrior, Thresh is considered a menace by those who wish to control him. He is rowdy, playful, and incredibly social, getting along with virtually anyone and anything. He gets up to alot of mischief, thrives under chaos, and faces adversity with a smile.

Thresh is head over fins in love with Nyvor, his best friend of nearly 15 years who he has been relentlessly flirting with the entire damn time.

Nyvor (he/him):

A powerful healer and well-rounded medic, Nyvor is empathetic, nurturing, and altruistic. Recognized by many as a trustworthy individual, others tend to confide in him during their hardships. He has taken an oath to do no harm upon others, and is so incredibly pacifistic that he sometimes cries over having to eat fish.

Nyvor is head over fins in love with Thresh, but is incredibly dense.

Fen'an (she/her):

[FULL BIO + ART HERE]

One very strong gal, Fen'an is sociable, outspoken, and very feisty. She works for Volica's Rescue and Retrieval program, rescuing miners trapped in cave-ins and retrieving wounded knights/warriors during battle.

She's also a professional dancer, and dances for Volica's royal court whenever called upon. It was a great gig till the Queen fell ill, and she started noticing things.....did I mention she has a short fuse where it pertains to terrible people?

Necalli (she/her) (belongs to @vaquero-azul-art):

Standing at a towering 15 ft tall, Necalli is the most experienced and oldested warrior still on active duty within the Domain. Despite her battle worn appearance, she is incredibly charismatic and kind. Warriors frequently seek her out for tutelage, eager to learn from someone so skilled. She helped train Thresh, who later succeeded her in becoming the top warrior within the Domain. She is regarded as the unofficial "leader" of the Warriors.

~Timeline (where it all goes to Shit)~

Year 0

The Queen falls ill and the King and Nobles begin taking small steps to secure power. The Reign of the Corrupt King begins.

Year 5

Renowned for his healing abilities, word of Nyvor eventually reaches the Domain. The Queen herself sends a group of warriors to recruit him, hoping he'll be able to cure her of her mysterious ailment, and if not, slow down the progress of the disease.

Nyvor accepts the position, and he and his slither (sea krait equivalent to a pod) relocate to the Domain.

Small signs of disruption begin to show within the Domain’s food distribution system, and the King and Nobles seem to be opposing the weakened Queen more and more frequently.

Year 10

The Queen has fallen into a coma. Food shortages are occurring, a result of fishers returning empty handed more often than not. A famine is knocking at the door, barely staved off by new policies on food consumption put in place by the Nobles. Silvyr (currently Captain of the Domain's Knights) is becoming worried for the health of those around them, and begins to investigate, recruiting those they trust (Fen’an and @vaquero-azul-art seahorse butler Xipilli) and have access to the court's inner circle.

Year 17

The famine is in full swing. Zora are starving, the reefs ecosystem is almost destroyed, the miners are being overworked. Silvyr, along with others, suspect the corruption lies with one particular Noble who governs food distribution. They’ve been trying to get him tried for two years now, but the other Noble’s keep delaying it.

Everyone is discontent. Many contemplate leaving the Domain but upending one's life to move isn't easy, and there have been instances of zora leaving and getting caught, who were then punished. This has created a sense of fear and uncertainty.

Silvyr begins taking the necessary measures to formulate a coup (recruiting, planning, preparing, ect.). Many are aware, but wisely hush about it. There is hope, but how many will leave or starve before Silvyr is able to take action?

Year 18.5

Thresh is FED UP WITH THIS BULLSHIT. He is tired of waiting for Silvyr to initiate the coup. Silvyr, understandably, has to move slowly, less they and others get caught and hanged for treason, but Thresh is one very impatient and pissed off zora. So, in an act of anger fueled aggression, he kills the Noble (and a few others for good measure) who everyone thinks is the source of the problem.

Too bad he’s a terrible planner, because Nyvor (who was returning from the Queen’s room after his latest check up on her) catches him in the act. Utterly in love with Thresh, and desperate to protect him in the only way he knows how, Nyvor takes the fall for the murder.

'Even now....he treats me gently....'

This is all Thresh can think as Nyvor slowly plucks the bloodied blade from their hand. Nyvor’s motions are slow, and there is a gentleness to his actions that betray his hidden affections towards the small zora. If Thresh was not so overwhelmed with confusion, perhaps they would have noticed, but alas, this was not the case.

"Nyvor, what are you doing?"

The clatter of armor echoes faintly in the distance. Guards are approaching, and they are early in their check in rounds.

"Protecting you."

Thresh’s breath stills. They watch, stricken, as Nyvor moves towards the corner of the room, and brandishes their own weapon against them.

"Stop. Fuck! Don’t you dare-"

Nyvor's smile is kind. Loving. And his voice is soft. A stark contrast to his intimidating stature.

"It's okay Thresh. Everything is going to be okay."

Everything is not okay. No one believes Thresh when he says he was the one who murdered the Nobles, not Nyvor. Ever better with words Nyvor cleverly twists the facts to ensure the blame remains solely on him, and it works. The King and Nobles want him eliminated anyway due to his proximity to the Queen, concerned he will discover the truth behind her illness.

So they sentence Nyvor to death by cliff face (thrown over a cliff into shallow rocky waters below), and as punishment for "defending a killer", Thresh is tied up and forced to watch Nyvor be knocked out and thrown over said cliff.

In one last desperate attempt to save his best friend and love interest, Thresh uses a knife Silvyr slipped him to escape his bindings and flings himself after the other. He uses his body to physically protect Nyvor's head, and upon impact, takes the brunt of the damage and gets knocked out.

Miraculously they both survive, but get separated in the current, and Thresh wakes up washed ashore on North Akkala Beach, alone, and lost. Thus begins his journey across Hyrule to find Nyvor. This goes on for a year, and everyone thinks they're dead. Meanwhile in Volica....

Year 19

Silvyr is pissed. Their community is starving, their two closest friends (Thresh and Nyvor) are presumed dead, and they’ve just discovered a nauseating secret after reviewing Nyvor’s final medical journal entry.

The Queen’s illness is not natural.

She’s being poisoned. Something Nyvor discovered right before his sentence, and his primary suspect was the King. For the King is the only one permitted to be with the Queen unattended. Nyvor laments over the fact he did not figure it out sooner, but there was no cause to think a poison was being used in such a disturbingly calculated manner. How could he have known?

Silvyr, joined by Necalli, prepare to usurp the King and Nobles. They are joined by nearly the entirety of the Domain’s remaining workers, who are willing to stand beside them.

Year 19 to 20

Thresh reunites with Nyvor, and the two finally confess their feelings for eachother. Silvyr learns of their survival and tracks them down, bringing them home in order to take down the King. It is a violent overthrow. Silvyr and Necalli kill the King, and banish all the Nobles and their supporters.

When royalty is usurped, the one to kill the reigning Monarch becomes the next Monarch. Silvyr declines the title, but becomes somewhat of a shadow leader in order to keep the Domain running, and Necalli becomes the Usurper King.

Year 20 & Onwards (The Present)

With the Nobles banished, and many others forced into retirement (or not so politely asked to leave) due to their previous connections to the Nobles, the Domain is now lacking in skilled expertise.

This results in Silvyr holding a mixture of titles, including that of Volica’s only Diplomat. They do whatever is needed of them to prevent the Domain from collapsing in on itself. Because of this they are occasionally referred to as Volica’s Shadow Monarch.

Presently, Silvyr is running ragged trying to secure food sources and new allies for the Domain. Volica has recovered slightly, but has a long way to go. The entire Domain is on mandatory rations, all food is distributed proportionally (with additional considerations as needed and children who get extra meals) to every zora within the Domain regardless of who they are.

Necalli hates being King, and is actively trying to dismantle the system so it is more egalitarian. In fact a majority of Volica is now wary of those born into royalty, including Silvyr, who finds interacting with most royals mentally exhausting.

Thresh and Nyvor court for six months and then get married.

The Queen passes away not long after the coup (in her sleep by natural causes). Up until her death she was visited every day by various zoras, telling her news of the Domain’s, albeit slow, recovery. It is believed she held on as a way to prevent the King from securing the last line of power, and once she knew her Domain was on a better path finally allowed herself to rest. Still respected and loved, the entire Domain attended her funeral to wish her good tides on the other side.

Andddddd ruh oh 60% of the Domain's population is now food aggressive!

[meet-me-in-the-pouringrain]

part2 of my domestic fluff headcanons of the ghosts because this fandom is allergic to happiness! (Pt1)

- Hetty one day decided to start saying some insane shit to keep up with the rest of them. Flower, Thor and Alberta LIVED life and she felt left out so ‘once i snorted cocaine out of a Narwhal tusk’ was born and she never looked back. (side note what the fuck hetty mate)

- It becomes a game to her and only her to see how insane she gets before she gets called out but the others have equally insane stories so everyone just shrugs like yeah okay

- everything she’s said about the factories and her actual drug usage is true though, which is why no one questions the more batshit stuff.

- When Jay put up the picture of Elias in Hetty’s room, Thor spent an hour swinging his axe at it to try and take it down. Hetty watched him for all of 45 seconds before just leaving him to it.

- Isaac canonically wants a puppy and I think he wears Sam down enough to get a puppy poster next to his dinosaur bed. He’s just a little guy who knows what he wants when he wants it.

-Sam and Jay start marketing his room as a child’s room on the BnB because of it and he Freaks Out (TM) until he sees a little boy absolutely Lose His Shit over the dinosaur bed. Then Issac is like that Emma Roberts gif where it’s reluctant acceptance.

-He is forced to sleep in the library during the days when kids stay.

-Hetty comes with him so he’s not alone.

-Some kids who come to the BnB can see a ghost. Not all of them at once, usually just one. It varies and they start keeping a growing tally of who is winning.

-Thor is seen by the most kids naturally. Sass is next and he often tells them stories to help put them to sleep.

- Hetty is only seen by children under the age of 2. Babies stop crying when they see her and reach out for her. She sits with them at night to stop them from crying and let everyone else get some rest.

- Those three are seen the most often but Alberta is able to connect with a few adolescent kids who seem to be having some personal trouble. She’s able to impart some wisdom each time (Sam had to scold her for telling a girl she should remove her bullies teeth with pliers like her bootlegger boyfriend used to do)

- Isaac can be seen and it’s usually by autistic kids who are having a rough time at night or LGBTQ adolescents.

- The others are hardly, if ever, seen. They deduce that Pete’s arrow, Trevor’s no pants deal and Flower’s spacey nature/bear attack wounds are too much for kids so the powers that be aren’t permitting it.

-There’s a growing number of ND!Hetty headcanons which I love and see but i think we need to pay attention to the fruity ass soldier over here too. Autistic!Isaac and ADHD!Hetty have my heart.

- As soon as Trevor learns about Duolingo he’s on that shit to learn French as quickly as he can. Purely to fuck with Hetty.

- Flower’s ‘who are you again’ to Pete schtick is just to fuck with him. She knows exactly who he is. She gets joy out of his reluctance acceptance when she forgets his name again. It’s her version of ‘Landship!’ which Thor does because of funny.

- Trevor and Pete randomly started arguing about who’s more athletic between the two and they decide to have a race. Pete absolutely smokes Trevor. (Thor smokes the pair of them but he wasn’t in the race in the first place)

- Trevor’s all “whatever i have a bad heart!” but he’s actually so wounded he lost he’s like a kicked puppy. Then he starts training as if he’s going to run a marathon. Jay has a treadmill and the next thing you know. No-Pants is on that thing.

- hetty is the most susceptible to brain rot and she’s walking around the manor saying Italian brain rot memes like Tung Tung Tung Sahur.

I’m gonna make another post about my Visible To Kids story idea coz i actually love it.

[beantothenighe]

I'm going to need Norm to show up at the end of episode 1 in season 2 outside of the Vault with a little backpack, his pit boy and an army of hacked roboc robots ready to join the team to kick his dad's ass cause he deserves to get a hit in.

Lucy asked how and why he's here. Jump cut to Norm in the Vault 31 considering his options, telling Bud "Yeah, No. Ima go find my sister, and clean this mess up." And he just straight up hacks his way out. He found her by tracking her pit boy signal.

Ghoul asks about the Mr. Handys, Norm shrugs. He's not a fighter and he knew he wouldn't make it out in the wastes alone so he found an old map of the old world and located a Robco factory and got himself some muscle. He's named all of them.

The Brotherhood gang of Maximus, Thaddeus, and Dane join too cause I need this found family road trip.

Norm shows Maximus and Thaddeus how to play the games on the pit boy and Lucy starts a new books club with Ghoul and Dane when they find a library. Everyone is determined to prove Dogmeat loves them more than anyone else by giving him bribes.

Cooper gets attached to these two stupid Vault kids and three moronic Brotherhood brats and one stinky dog. It isn't the one he was looking for, but it's a family he's found none the less.

Then they get to New Vegas and take turns beating the shit out of Hank destroy Vault Tec, then go home to 33 and clean house before settling down. Give the Brotherhood gang clean water and all the oysters they can eat.

The End.

[natalieshifts]

FUN REALITY IDEAS ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹

Hey guys! I decided to make this a new series for fun shifting ideas to try and motivate not only me but other people so enjoy!⋆˙⟡♡ ☆ ⋆｡°✩1. DisneyWorld DR - everything is free for you and you bring your Comfort Characters along ☆ ⋆｡°✩2. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory DR - Win one of Wonka's golden tickets and explore his chocolate factory with no consequences!

☆ ⋆｡°✩3. Magic Tree House - Go on adventures via Tree house!! Explore the world! ☆ ⋆｡°✩4. Mermaid DR - Become a mermaid when you touch water and explore the seas! ☆ ⋆｡°✩5. Rich DR - Buy whatever your dreams desire or even spoil your friends! ☆ ⋆｡°✩6. Pokemon - Become a pokemon trainer or even a gym Leader and capture cute pokemon! Build a team of any pokemon you like or even a specific kind of pokemon (fairy pokemon FTW) ☆ ⋆｡°✩7. Famous Roblox Builder / scripter /clothes designer / ui maker etc; - Make roblox games that become famous over night! (for those who play roblox like me ;) ) ☆ ⋆｡°✩8. Shifting Library - Shift to a reality where theres a whole bunch of information for shifting! ☆ ⋆｡°✩9. Magical girl/boy DR - Shift to a reality where you discover an artifact (wand, bracelet, ring, makeup mirror etc;) that turns you into a magical girl/boy! ☆ ⋆｡°✩10. Archeology DR- Shift to be a world -renowned archeologist that discovers dinosaur bones from millions and millions of years ago (New layout what do you guys think?!)

[sulphuricgrin]

It's Sujamma Sundas!

This week @lathez's Sujamma wants to hear all about your big ideas. What’s a new story idea or OC idea you have? Maybe you haven’t fleshed it out yet - this is a great opportunity!

no pressure tagging: @skyrim-forever @illumiera @bougainvillea-and-saltwater @lobo-inu @hircines-hunter @pocket-vvardvark @scholarlyhermit @yansurnummu @oblivions-dawn @yewphoric

@changelingsandothernonsense @sanzas-reverie @fangsandsoftgrass @ggghoulish @silly-little-diary @truth-01001001-liar @firefly-factory @moogaiashe @pinessydr @flycasual

I actually talked about my recent new WIPS like 2 days ago in a tag/ask game. I'm just gonna copy&paste the answers here. Given they're smut WIPS ideas, I don't expect all to read it. Just tagged lots cause i'm more curious about everyone else's ideas that they've been working on, than them reading my post here lol

First WIP:

I'll state the title comes from Måneskin's song OWN MY MIND which is fitting for these idiots. Anyways, it's another smut oneshot! Because of fucking course it is. I'm ill about them. You already know how my outline/ideas are written from the last oneshot with you and the girls on discord lmao Can't believe i'm sharing this publicly compared to the server. nervous nervous nervous Anyways, my stupidity under the cut. SMUT WIP OUTLINE Idea:  Miraak orders Lilli to sing for him, his little canary. Challenges her to see how long she can continue as he goes down on her. Wants to hear her breath hitch and voice stutter. They’ve got their own (overly inflated) egos on the line here. To even the playing field, she asks him to take off the ring that offers him immunity to her illusion work (that's made for him). Curious, he follows through, though a tad hesitant. She must have an idea in mind to pair with her singing. [THIS IS AN IMMENSE AMOUNT OF TRUST, given what she can do to the mind at this point] And she does. Illusions dig into his mind, and he feels her hands all over him ― though never truly there― before settling on his cock. It was an odd thing, for her to jerk him off yet she never truly touches him, for it's all in his mind, and then he feels her mouth that's not there. Both are trying to overstimulate the other, who's attention breaks first. Lilli fails eventually though ;) Seconds before Lilli’s orgasm, he stops, denying her of it. Wants her to squirm. But oh, the whiny sob, her nails digging into his scalp. And then, to his surprise― tears.   To find her so truly overwhelmed. He's never seen her cry like this. Or at all. He loves the sight of it. Especially when it's got her cursing him, vicious, yet utterly begging for him. There's more, but that's the idea~

Second WIP idea:

named to THE CHASE (based off LuLuYam’s song that’s in the Dragonsong playlist haha) I think you can already get an idea based off the title change― I’m making a fic based of one of the fantasies in It Means Nothing (This Means Everything) "Would she make him stalk her through the tower or the libraries for her, whilst wearing almost nothing and that mischievous smile on her face? Yes, she would, and he’d follow in a heartbeat to claim her. Would she do the same, stalking for him as soon as she enters Apocrypha? She does so already." So a bit of a predator/prey dynamic. Because 👀  But it is gonna be a bit of a switch, as in Lilli’s gonna do her typically stalking first before the dynamic shifts to Miraak going after her.  That's all I've got since I'm working on the other oneshot first. But yeah, of course I've got another idea already. I'mtotallynormalaboutthem

I do have more ideas, but i'm scared to share this kind of shit in public.

Thank you, Eve and Cethlenn for encouraging me as always with this kind of shit. <3

[the-catch-center]

SPATIOTEMPORAL CATCH CENTER (SCC) DOSSIER: INTERCEPTION REPORT 77-Ω4-Δ13

SUBJECT FILE: Temporal Deviant Class-IX (Unauthorized Identity Ascension & Market Path Manipulation) INTERCEPT ID: TD-922-5x | CODE NAME: “Cicada Orchid” APPREHENSION STATUS: Successful Temporal Arrest, Mid-Jump Interception REASSIGNMENT PHASE: Stage 3 Conversion Complete — FULL IDENTITY LOCK DATE OF INTERCEPTION: March 2nd, 2025 (Gregorian), during Transition Protocol Execution to 2076 FORCED TEMPORAL REINTEGRATION DATE: June 17th, 1956

I. ORIGINAL IDENTITY – [PRIME SELF]

Full Name (Original, Earth-2025 Reality): Landon Creed Marlowe Chronological Age at Apprehension: 29 years Nationality: Neo-Continental (Post-Treaty North America) Biological Condition: Augmented Homo Sapiens – Class 2 Physical Stats at Intercept:

Height: 6’4”

Weight: 243 lbs

Body Fat: 2.1%

Neural Rewiring Index: 87%

Emotional Dampening Threshold: Fully Suppressed

Verbal Influence Score: 97/100 (Simulated Charisma Layer active)

Psychological Profile: Landon Marlowe was a prototype of hypercapitalist self-creation. Having abandoned all conventional morality by age 17, he immersed himself in data markets, psycho-linguistic mimicry, and somatic enhancement routines. A hybrid of postmodern narcissism and cybernetic ambition, he believed history should be rewritten not through war, but through wealth recursion—self-generating economic monopolies that spanned both physical and meta-market layers. By 2025, Marlowe had begun the Vaultframe Project: a forbidden consciousness routing protocol allowing a subject to leap across timelines and self-modify to fit ideal environmental conditions.

He had already initiated Stage 1 of the Phase Ascension:

Target Year: 2076 Final Form Name: Cael Axiom Dominion

II. TARGET FORM – [PROHIBITED FUTURE IDENTITY]

Designated Name: Cael Axiom Dominion Temporal Anchor Year: 2076–2120 (Planned) Occupation/Status: Centralized Financial Apex Authority (Unofficial title: “God of the Grid”) Intended Specifications:

Height: 6’8”

Skin: Synthetic/Epidermech Weave (Reflective, Gleaming Finish)

Mind: Hybridized Neuro-Organic Substrate, 3-layered Consciousness Stack

Vision: Perfect (Microscopic + Ultraviolet Layer)

Muscle: Fully Synthetic Carbon-Tension Architecture

Voice: Dynamically Modeled for Maximum Compliance Induction

Personality: Pure calculated utility — no empathy, full response modulation

Psychological Construction: Modeled on a fusion of 21st-century crypto barons, colonial magnates, and AI-governance ethic loopholes. His projected behavior matrix would’ve allowed him to overwrite traditional economic cycles, insert himself into every transaction on the New Continental Grid, and displace global markets into dependence loops. He would have achieved Immortality via Economic Indispensability by 2085.

[OPERATOR'S NOTE – TECHNICIAN LYDIA VOLSTROM, FILE LEAD]

"He thought he was the evolutionary end of capital. We've seen dozens like him — grim-faced tech prophets dreaming of godhood, all forged in the same factory-line delusion that intelligence and optimization should rewrite morality. His 'Cael Dominion' persona was practically masturbatory — gleaming muscle, perfect diction, deathless control. The problem with arrogance across time is that we always arrive faster. We waited at his jumpgate exit vector like hounds in a vineyard. Now he will die quietly, shelving dusty books in wool slacks while children giggle at his shoes."

III. REWRITTEN FORM – [REASSIGNED TIMELINE IDENTITY]

Permanent Designation (1956 Reality): Harlan Joseph Whittemore Date of Birth (Backwritten): March 19th, 1885 Current Age: 71 years (Biological and Perceived) Location: Greystone Hollow, Indiana – Population 812 Occupation: Head Librarian, Greystone Municipal Library Known As: “Old Mr. Whittemore” / “Library Santa” / “Harlan the Historian”

Biological Recomposition Report:

Height: 6’2” (slightly stooped)

Weight: 224 lbs

Body Type: Large-framed, soft-muscled, slightly arthritic

Beard: Full, white, flowing to chest length — maintained with gentle cedar oil

Hair: Long, silver-white, brushed back, unkempt at the sides

Skin: Tanned, deeply lined, blotched by sun exposure and age

Eyebrows: Dense, low, expressive

Feet: Size 28EE – institutionally branded biometrics for deviant tracking

Shoes: Custom brown orthotic leather shoes with stretch bulging

Hands: Broad, aged, veined, arthritic knuckles

Glasses: Oversized horn-rimmed, 1950s prescription style

Wardrobe:

High-waisted wool trousers (charcoal gray)

Thick brown suspenders

Faded plaid flannel shirt, tucked in neatly

Scuffed leather shoes (notable bulge around toes due to foot size)

IV. MENTAL & SOCIETAL RE-IMPRINT

Primary Personality Traits (Post-Warp):

Kind-hearted, emotionally patient

Gentle-voiced, soft-spoken, slightly slow in speech

Deeply enjoys classical literature, gardening, and children’s laughter

Feels “he’s always been this way”

Occasionally hums jazz under his breath while shelving books

Writes slow, thoughtful letters to estranged family (fabricated)

Routine:

Opens library at 8AM sharp

Catalogues local donations

Reads to children every Wednesday

Tends a small rose garden behind the building

Engages in local history discussions with town elders

Walks home slowly with a leather satchel and a cane

[OPERATOR’S NOTE – FIELD ADJUSTER INGRID PAZE]

"Watching Marlowe become Harlan was like watching a lion remember it's a housecat. I’ve never seen a posture break so beautifully. He twitched at first — his back still tried to square itself like the predator he was. But the warp wore him down. The spine bent. The voice thickened. By the time his hands were fumbling the spines of leather-bound encyclopedias, he was gone. I almost felt bad when the first child ran up and said, ‘Santa?’ He smiled. Like it made sense. Like it was the right name."

V. DEATH RECORD

Date of Death: October 21, 1961 Cause: Heart failure while trimming rose bushes behind Greystone Library

He was buried in a town he never technically existed in, beside a wife who never lived. His obituary described him as “a man of kindness, wisdom, and humility — who asked for nothing and gave more than most ever know.” No one will remember that he once sought to become Cael Axiom Dominion.

[FINAL NOTE – SENIOR INTERCEPTOR V. CALDER]

"Marlowe played the long game, but his crime was arrogance. You can stack capital, sculpt the body, and forge a god’s name — but time always wins. He wanted to be immortal. Now he’ll live only in the margins of children’s drawings, mistaken for Santa, fading like a dog-eared library card. Perfect."

[elllie-phant]

Stuff to do if your a chrono minor in an unsafe/dangerously unaccepting home. (Very long post)

- get a job. If you need to run away, youll need money. If you're legally able to be hired, go for places that pay well. If not, doing stuff for neighbors(yardwork, chores, etc) for money is an option. You can also run a small business selling things you make, or sell things on ebay, Etsy, Facebook marketplace, and other online sites. Pawn shops are also an option if you can't sell stuff online.

- if you or your family is religious, you could pretend to repent or something similar to get in your families good graces. It probably won't be a permanent fix if you still want to be yourself before you turn of age, but can buy you time to plan to leave in somewhat peace.

- When you leave, you can try crashing at an understanding family members or friends house. They can help get you taken out of your parents custody, and if they live close enough you can still go to school.

- if you have no place to crash, there are homes for kids and teens that can take you in. Some provide clothes and schooling in addition to the food and shelter most have.

- if your parents won't let you leave, or you have no way of doing so safely, you can talk to a teacher or school counselor. They can contact your country/states DHR, cps, or equivalent. They can get you put in foster care. There can be court involved in this tho.

- on the topic of school, you may need to stop going there for a bit. Your parents can show up and check you out if they want to. If you're old enough you could drop out if you want to.

- If you have parental controls on your device, you should either 1) ditch the device 2) try and turn off the controls or 3) get the device factory reset. This will turn of the controls, but your device will be completely wiped. It's the best option if you need the device but can't risk you being tracked down.

- if you need cheap food, you can go to soup kitchens, cheap fast food (like mcdonalds), or a dollar store. There are fast food apps that give you free or very discounted food. Physical coupons work too but they can be hard to keep track of if you're moving around a lot.

- charities can give you clothes and shoes for free. Some community centers, libraries, and homeless shelters give out stuff to help in cold weather. Some shelters can also help you get a job if you need that. I wouldn't recommend staying there tho because of the strict rules and curfews lots of them have.

That's all I have for now. If you are in immediate danger PLEASE call 911 or other emergency services.