#Roof Checkup

[nemaroofing]

Seasonal Roof Inspection: What to Watch For

[glbarnhartconstruction]

Pipe Penetration Boot Delamination in a TPO Roof

GL Barnhart Construction discusses one of the types of typical flat roof defects common on the flat roofs of Capitol Hill in Washington DC

A while back doing one of our many roof condition surveys, a typical procedure we do to check the condition of a roof looking at a series of specific areas, shadow visually stood out, around the edge of one of the pipe penetration boots. Normally, seems, laps, and terminations of a low slope single-ply roof membrane can be probed, with a specific tool, to check for proper adhesion. In this case…

[billymarvel]

Do you think that after being shocked by lightning more times than humanely possible, Billys heartbeat has changed to such an irregular pattern? Imagine with me:

Clark and Billy are under the same roof, think something of a journalism convention. Billy was invited due to his outstanding work at WHIZ Radio, and now gets to meet so many people that are both within his circle of work and outside of it.

Clark, while Billy is busy trying to get Jack Ryder to talk to literally Anyone Else, can't help but notice that. The kids heart is fucked. Like, just beyond belief.

It makes Clark's hair stand on end. He doesn't know if the kid knows that he has an arrhythmia. Clark can't tell him that he does either, because thats a giveaway to his identity. He cant just hint for the kid to get an ECG also, because who fucking says that upon first meeting. 'Greetings, nice to meet you! Not to worry you or anything, like, this geniunely comes from nowhere, but when was the last time you got a health checkup? Yeah, haha! Take care!'

Clark has to sit there, being chatted to by reporters, journalists, and others alike, trying not to rip his hair out. He's watching Billy listen attentively as others give him tips and tricks. Clark can't stop listening to the odd thumps of the boys heart.

[fictionalsweethearts]

THE COMMISSION PT. 4 | SEVIKA X READER | ARCANE

'The Commission' series: pt. 1, pt. 2, pt. 3, pt. 4, epilogue.

Synopsis: You've been her personal mechanic for two years, but your growing reputation in the field has earned you dozens of clients and commissions. Sevika was looking for something fresh, durable and of good quality, and when it came to her sexual appetite, she only accepted the best. So she turned to you for a special commission.

Contains: arcane!sevika, feminine reader, lesbians, lots of dialogues, arcane universe, cannon sevika, mechanic!reader, wlw, slow burn baby 💋, several parts btw, nsfw, smut, fingering omgg

If you're underage, be responsible and don't consume smut content. I AIN'T YOUR MAMA TO SPANK YOUR ASS.

Word count: 5,384 (yes, things HAPPEN in this chapter)

Note: English is not my first language, so I apologize in advance for any mistake in my writing. Enjoy!

Two years earlier

"I'm fine." Sevika murmured, in a tone that could scare anyone away. Except you.

Third day in a row you slept in Zaun's main square, you were cold and your stomach was asking for a more substantial dish than the cookies you could afford. You smelled of street, oil and rain, you were risking everything to get some money and sleep under a roof today.

Many warned you about Sevika, it was better not to mess with her or even show your nose, unless you were proposing a card game, a business or you were a lady-in-waiting. You were none of the three, but you trusted what your hands and your tools were capable of. You held the toolbox, keeping an upright posture even though inside you feared ending up in a dumpster or bleeding to death in the middle of the Last Drop.

"Your arm seems to need a checkup." You insisted. "I know the model, I assume you've had it for about five years, yeah?"

Sevika frowned, putting down the cards and letting out a puff of smoke. She didn't look convinced, more irritated. You insisted.

"I don't charge much."

Sevika flicked her eyes up and down your form, her expression stern. She had seen you before - a street rat, hanging around the less salubrious parts of the city. You were skinny, dirty, and reeked of poverty. You had no business approaching her, let alone with such audacity.

"And what makes you think you can fix it?” she scowled, her voice as harsh as sandpaper. "You some kind of mechanic?”

"Yes." you said, noticing the way Sevika was studying you. You couldn't call her out, you had to swallow your pride in order to swallow a decdent meal later, if everything goes right. "I used to work at Benzo's pawn shop, fixing unused appliances. I brought fine pieces back to life." you said, your eyes flickering to Sevika's mechanic arm. "Like yours."

Certainly Sevika was not pleased with your audacity, she was forced to answer for Silco to idiots, drug addicts, gang members and murderers, so you were just another one to add to the list.

"Used to?" she grunted, her eyes narrowing as she took another drag on her cigarette. "What, you get fired or something?"

"He's dead." you reminded her, knowing damn well Silco's goons were behind that.

Yes, you were bretraying yourself and your past by turning to Sevika to offer your services, but your situation wasn't getting any better. Not with a dead father, an absent mother, and debts to deal with. You should have known better, gambling leads to no good, neither does the air of Zaun. You fell victim to both, the first killed your father, the second probably killed your mother, you weren't sure. And the debt collectors were breathing down your neck.

She eyed you for a moment longer, her gaze weighing your worth. You were desperate, that much was obvious. And she couldn't help but see an opportunity in that. "Alright," she grunted, her voice gruff. "Let's say I let you take a look. What's it gonna cost me?"

You huffed, you were losing dignity there. "A meal." you shrugged. "And a sip of whiskey if you're feeling generous. But I assure you, I do a fine job."

"You'll get your meal and your shot of whiskey," she grumbled, knwoing she would regret giving you a chance. "But if you don't do a damn good job, I'll rip your pretty little head off."

"My head will stay above my shoulders..." you stated. "And your arm, brand new." you added.

Sevika raised her eyebrows, giving the guard a signal to let you come over and take a seat next to her on the couch. You had little time to prove that your offer was not talk but fact. You opened the toolbox, taking out a screwdriver to begin taking apart the arm and separating the pieces. The supply of Shimmer on top seemed novel, but predictable. You knew what to do

As you progressed with your work, Sevika's first impression about you began to crumble. Beneath the hollow cheeks and dark circles under her eyes was a beautiful girl intent on her task, with attentive eyes, deft fingers, and latent confidence. The woman then began to ask questions, hoping to intimidate you.

"How old are you, anyway?"

"Twenty-six."

"So young, and already out on the streets?" she grunted, her voice carrying a hint of mockery. "What, your parents throw you out or something?"

"They're dead." you mumbled. Sevika was holding her card with her flesh hand, still gambling while you were attending her prosthetic arm.

Your confession did not move her, having parents alive and present in Zaun was a privilege. However, her curiosity only increased. "Orphan?"

"You could say so." you said, glancing at the disassembled parts, studying the system of Sevika’s arm. The thermal paste needed changing, luckily you had some on you, the seals needed oil too, and some of the gears could use replacing.

"So you're just a street rat then," she said bluntly. "No family, no friends, nowhere to call home."

"Rat." you huffed. "I'm prettier than that." you might have been hungry, skinny and dirty, but you were a lot smarter and prettier than a goddamn rat.

"Maybe," she smirked. "But you still smell worse than one."

As Sevika took the time to mock you, your eyes were split between the arm and the opponents' play. You were sure that Sevika was taking a big risk by continuing to allow the cuprier to keep adding cards to the deck. "Stand," you whispered. "You're too close."

Sevika raised her eyebrow, planning to ignore you, however your comment didn't seem to be wrong. She let out a sigh before raising her hand to the cuprier. With that, the man turned over his cards. "Seventeen." The man said, to which you looked with pleased eyes at Sevika's nineteen.

"Agh, for fuck's sake." groaned one of the opponents, losing the bet. Blackjack was quite unpredictable, but you advised Sevika well; she hit the jackpot.

She chuckled, turning to look at you with a mix of surprise and respect. "Well then, not bad," she said, her voice gruff but impressed. "You really know your stuff."

"The rat's useful." you mumbled. "I have a name, though."

"I haven't asked your name." she replied, as she placed her just won chips on the pile.

"I rather you to remember the quality of my work than my name." you stated, assembling the arm back on Sevika. You turned the last screws, applied oil to the parts, and finally inserted the supply of Shimmer into the shoulder compartment, clicking your tongue. "Set and done, miss."

As the arm connected to her system, Sevika immediately noticed the fluidity of the gears and the restored sensitivity of the metal fingers. She flexed her arm and stretched it out, looking at you with a half-smile. It was all she would give you, along with an, "And here I thought I would rip your head off."

Before you could accept the praise wholeheartedly, there was this sudden commotion in the club. Another bastard too immersed in Shimmer to contain himself had entered, knocking out the guards with just the touch of a hand, and actually, knocking down everything in his path.

Fuck.

Sevika tensed, eyes flickering to the situation. She recognized the signs of a Shimmer-induced maniac, and knew damn well the trouble that could follow.

"Gods," she growled under her breath. "Not this bastard again."

Sevika quickly rose from her seat, her eyes watching the Shimmer-fueled maniac with a steely glare. It was only a matter of time before he would turn his attention to the rest of the bar, and Sevika knew she had to act fast. One of the other players had already fled, hiding behind the wall near the bar. The other stood frozen in fear, unable to speak or move. But you remained calm, your eyes on Sevika, awaiting her next move.

Sevika looked more irritated than alert, she moved her mechanical arm and walked towards the purple beast in front of her, her bearing filling the entire place, her confidence latent. You watched the fight unfold with a smile, the arm worked like a charm and there was no denying that you did a great job, especially when Sevika pulled the opponent’s leg against her and her elbow landed on the knee joint, bending the limb at an unnatural angle, followed by a punch capable of sending him flying through the air and landing in front of the bar. You drank from her glass, watching the guards carry the unconscious opponent away and Sevika letting out a sigh. The music began playing again.

Sevika raised an eyebrow, and by then you had realized that it was a habit of hers, and before scolding you for your attitude and your audacity in drinking from her glass, the woman called for the waiter. "Bring the girl dinner, and a glass of whiskey." she mumbled.

"I like it with soda," you added, smiling pleased from the couch.

Sevika rolled her eyes. "With soda," she said.

When you had already filled your stomach and calmed your nerves with a good whiskey, Sevika reappeared through the door. She had disappeared during your dinner, but returned to the room with a small bag of coins between her fingers and a less cold look than before; you could read the ambition on her face.

"For the arm repair," Sevika said, placing the pouch next to you on the table. To it, she added a small card with an address and the Silco symbol on the bottom, known as the "Eye of Zaun."

You knew that card was your golden ticket.

"This..." she said lowly. "Is a way to keep yourself fed and off the streets, if you're interested."

As you nodded, Sevika leaned in to whisper in a tone that made you shudder. Her scent of tobacco wafted into your nose, her closeness overwhelming. "Report to this address tomorrow at 8. Not a single minute later. We'll talk business when the time comes."

"Yes, ma'am." you said, making Sevika grin.

"Sevika." she said. "I am not into formality."

With that, she walked away, leaving you with a job opportunity and a pouch full of coins.

You did it. You fucking did it.

And tomorrow you would prove that your actions weren't just talk but pure merit. You counted the coins, it was enough for a hotel room and half of what you owed Horner. You smiled, he's always been good faking a Shimmer overdose.

As the days went by, you went from rat to girl. You met Silco, you closed a deal for private services to the organization, you took care of the maintenance of machinery, clothing and weapons. You were a full-time worker, you spent your hours within the four walls of the workshop, living off of coffee, bread, fruit and whiskey. Sevika watched you from the beginning, it was the task that Silco had entrusted to her; "Keep an eye on the girl, make her work and keep her mouth shut."

And that's what you did.

When the time came, you went from girl to mechanic. The workshop was not only your workplace, but your temple. Silco allowed you to accept external orders, you began to build a business that not only gave you autonomy, but also colored your cheeks, filled out your muscles and gave you the beauty that poverty had taken from you.

It was then that you went from mechanic to sweetheart. And Sevika forced herself to keep her distance, but the numerous appointments to check her arm, the jokes, the glances and the talks had loosened this armor against you. Now you ate full dinners, steaks, roasted vegetables, drank lemonade and replaced coffee with Shimmer, with Sevika as your only provider.

That was her mistake.

She thought she had done you a favor by providing you the doses. You worked better, your efficiency was through the roof, your performance impeccable. But that night, seeing you unconscious on the floor of her office, surrounded by paramedics and pale as snow, Sevika knew that you ended up like this because of her.

Her fault. Her damn fault.

"You've allowed this." said Silco, dragging from his cigar. He seemed quite unbothered by the situation, considering your incident as another problematic worker that couldn't control herself. All businesses have causalities, however, this wasn't just any. "She wasn't supposed to be at your office."

Your inert eyes, the way your body lay languid, a purple substance coming out of the corner of your mouth as if your insides were melting, the paramedics trying to revive a being whose life was hanging by a thread. It was a nightmare.

"She's dead." The paramedic said.

Dead.

Dead.

You died for her.

Because of her.

"Ah!" Sevika sat up suddenly, a drop of sweat wetting the back of her neck when her eyes landed on the halo of moonlight that was leaking through the window. She had dreamed of the accident again.

She wiped the sweat from her neck with a quick gesture and took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing thoughts. Just a dream, she told herself, just a damn dream.

Sevika didn't even stop to put her mechanical arm on, which was resting next to her bed, but left the room at a quick pace and uncovered your sleeping figure on the living room couch.

You were fine.

You were curled up on the couch, your bandaged wrist resting next to your face, serene and calm. Your breathing reminded Sevika that you were still alive, even though you threatened to die on the old wooden floor of her office a month ago. But you were too stubborn to die from an overdose. You shifted in your spot, the breeze biting at your skin in the absence of the blanket over you, and when you opened your eyes you found the immense silhouette of Sevika before you. You screamed.

Sevika winced at your sharp cry, her hand reaching out instinctively to cover your mouth, to silence the sound before it echoed through the apartment.

"Shhh!" she hissed, her eyes darting towards the main door. The last thing she needed was for someone to think she was murdering someone in there.

"Quiet, quiet," she whispered, her hand still firmly over your mouth. "You'll wake the whole damn block with that shrieking."

Your heart skipped a beat before connecting two coherent thoughts and realizing it was Sevika. The woman pulled her hand away. "Fuck, don't stand in front of me like that again," you gasped. "I thought it was the grim reaper."

She took a step back, giving you some breathing room. "Believe me, he must have more important things to attend to," she said, her voice still low. "Just came to check on you. Didn't mean to scare you like that."

You sat up, reaching out to turn the oil lamp on. Sevika was still on her tank top and boxers, it was unusual to see her without the prosthetic arm. "I'm fine." you said. "You could've came to check in the morning, damn... what time it is?" you asked.

It's three," she replied, her tone still hushed. "Go back to sleep, girl. I just... wanted to make sure you were alright."

The lamplight outlined Sevika's silhouette, you could see the sweat on her neck and a certain pallor on her face. You assumed it was another nightmare, you already knew about them, but you avoided bringing them up because every time you did, she would shut you up with an "I'm fine, girl, go to sleep."

You watched her walk towards the balcony, a pack of cigarettes in her hand and a deep sigh leaving her lips. When she had the cigarette between her lips, you were suddenly beside her, lighting it up. “What’s really going on?” you asked.

"Can't a woman just enjoy her smoke in peace?" she grumbled, taking a drag from the cigarette. But there was no real malice in her voice, just a touch of weariness. She leaned against the balcony railing, the metal cool beneath her bare arm.

You sighed, coming up against a wall again. Sevika was impenetrable, so much so that you didn't know what was going through her mind unless she said it, and you could certainly assume it had to do with her nightmares, but you didn't dare to intrude on her fears. Still, you stayed next to her on the balcony, your stomach aching as the first sign of withdrawal.

The first few days were atrocious, you trembled and vomited every hour, you believed that dying was more pleasant than enduring such nausea and fits of anger and pain. However, Sevika stood firm by your side, brought you to her apartment and such a nurse, kept track of your symptoms and silenced them with the medicines the doctor had prescribed you. More than once, she stayed next to you on the couch, talking to you about trivialities or reading a book until the sleeping pill took effect and you could sleep. Only then did Sevika allow herself to stroke your forehead and relive the guilt of the accident.

Sevika had lived long enough to witness the effects of Shimmer on people. It didn't just destroy wills, it destroyed bodies and minds. The mutations from overuse of Shimmer were morbid and grotesque, luckily you didn't experience any, but that didn't make seeing you on the office floor, languid, pale, with your eyes open any less terrifying. Silco saw Sevika lose her temper for the first time in his life.

"I shouldn't have let you take those doses," she finally muttered, the words coming out with a hint of gravel in her voice. "I should've found a different way. This..." she gestured to you, the signs of her failure still lingering in the bags under your eyes and the scars along your arms, "...this is on me. My fault."

So that's what it was all about; guilt. Sevika had learned to take the blame for other people, to take responsibility for other people's mistakes, and this time was no different. Yes, she made a mistake by giving you doses of Shimmer for two years, but you were the one who decided to relapse. And you took all the blame. "Nobody forced me to relapse that day, Sevika." you stated. "And nobody could've stopped me neither, not even you."

For a moment, she was quiet, mulling over your words, the smoke from her cigarette spiraling up into the night air.

“You shouldn’t be the one consoling me, girl,” she said finally, the vulnerability in her tone betraying her gruff exterior. “I should be the one taking care of you, not the other way around.”

"We both know that a worker isn't taken care of the way you take care of me," you stated, your words implying more than what they said.

"You've never been a mere worker for me," she stated, letting out a puff of smoke, moving away into the air. Zaun was quiet, as if the city had stopped the day you nearly died. "Sometimes I can't stand you, you don't know when to back off."

You reached for her cigarette, taking a drag. "I never learned to back off."

“Of course, you didn’t,” she said, a note of resignation in her voice. “You’re as stubborn as they come. Should’ve known from the beginning that I’d have my hands full with you.”

And here you were, two years later, sleeping on her couch and making her coffee in the mornings, refusing to die without proving once again that you are many things, but not a street rat.

You had already settled into a routine. Sevika would leave early in the morning, usually returning at noon to check on you. You always waited for her with a cigarette and a cup of coffee, you started adding a touch of whiskey when you realized she liked it. You used to keep the apartment clean, read the books Sevika kept, play with her cards and sometimes take out your tools and make crafts or repair unused items, even though Sevika had forbidden you to work until you had recovered.

"Your recovery comes first, girl. Go easy."

Sometimes you found yourself chatting with her on the balcony, taking drags from her cigarette and oiling her mechanical arm, before daring to ask how her day was, absorbing her worries and whispering a "you always put up with too much, Sev" afterwads, only for her to shrug and light another cigarette. Being her tenant had allowed you to see Sevika in a much more intimate setting, without the need to maintain the impenetrable facade. You watched her sleep, yawn, train, and even cook; your favorite was the mushroom stew with enhacium powder. It was quite the meal, always leaving you with a heavy stomach and a pleasant drowsiness, although your tongue took the brunt of the sting of the powder. Sevika could feel you starting to itch as your cheeks colored, and with a smile, she would hand you the lemonade.

You were embarrassed to admit it, even more so considering that the overdose could have killed you, but you were grateful that circumstances led you to live with Sevika. Sometimes you wished you had done it sooner, but you remembered the way she reacted when you woke up in the hospital and regretted it.

"Don't you ever do that to me again, girl, understood? Never again." she said, agitated, holding your hand in hers.

You could never apologize enough to take the blame off Sevika's chest, so you just limited yourself to being a good roommate.

"Would you mind helping me with the painkiller?" you asked then, placing the cigarette between Sevika's lips. Despite having started the methadone treatment more than a month ago, it still gave you the shivers to handle the syringe.

"Of course," she said simply, her voice a mix of gruffness and understanding. "Let me do it."

You two sat down on the couch, Sevika holding the cigarette between her lips as she wrapped the elastic around your arm and tightened it. You didn’t admit it out loud, but ever since you’d been staying at Sevika’s apartment, your favorite time of day was when she helped you with the methadone. You loved the way her eyes focused on you, her thumb gently searching for your vein, commanding you to close your fist, then after piercing your skin, whispering “there you go,” pulling the needle back out before caressing the mark with her finger and purring “good girl.” She made you feel special, you were pampered by a woman who didn’t pamper anyone, and it was exhilarating in the most unusual way.

You thought you could take a thousand injections if it meant continuing to be Sevika’s good girl.

"Easy as pie," she said, her voice a rough whisper. "No pain, no drama." she added, disposing of the syringe in the trash can.

You watched her put out her cigarette in the ashtray, expecting her to sit next to you and wait for you to fall asleep like she always did. You had gotten used to hearing her voice by now. Just then, the first hit of the drug bathed you. It was always the strongest, however after a few weeks, the dose had decreased and only gave you a pleasant drowsiness.

"You're getting sleepy." she said. "Good."

Sevika watched as your eyelids fluttered shut, your body slumping back against the couch. The drug had done its work, a gentle drowsiness seeping into your limbs and calming your nerves. You felt an arm wrap around your waist, Sevika lifted you over her shoulder and carefully carried you to her bed. "It's too damn cold in the living room," was her excuse, even though you didn't ask for one. The bed was still warm, wide and the sheets smooth. Sevika wasn't lying when she said she prefers her whiskey neat and her bed soft.

She turned off the lamp, snuggling up to you, keeping a prudent distance that at the moment seemed ridiculous to you. "Do I scare you?" you teased her.

"Scare me?" she huffed. "Don't flatter yourself."

"Come closer then." you said, pushing your luck just enough. And Sevika seemed to give in.

You rested your head on her chest, allowing yourself to inhale her scent and feel the beat of her heart; it was slow, imposing, just like her. Sevika frowned, ignoring the urge to bury her nose in your hair and entwine her legs with yours. You heard her sigh, you were dozing off by then. "Rest, girl, you need it."

Sevika wasn’t the best early riser, but she woke up in a better mood that morning. A hand around your waist, her nose on your neck as if your scent alone had calmed all her nightmares, and it did. You were still asleep, comfortable and serene while she spooned you, unaware that Sevika pulled you close to her, taking in your cleavage from where she was; your shirt had shifted in the night, revealing more of your skin.

Look away, Sevika, get a grip.

Sevika sighed against your neck, knowing she was treading unfamiliar and inappropriate territory, but she couldn't help it. Her hand found the edge of your tank top, pulling it down just to reveal your breasts; smooth, tender and full.

No, she shouldn't, but... she wanted to? Absolutely.

Her lips found the sensitive area of your neck, trailing kisses and nips down to your shoulders and collarbone, daring to squeeze one of your tits between her fingers. You shifted on your place, the air biting on your bare chest managed to draw your attention and Sevika pulled her hands off, as if she was spooked of herself.

What the hell am I doing?

"Mhm..." you uttered, your hand seeking for Sevika's, bringing it back towards your chest. "Don't stop." you whispered, your eyes still closed.

Sevika gulped, a rush of adrenaline coursing through her body as she reached out again, catching your breast between her fingers and massaging it gently, peppering kisses down your neck, your cheek, your shoulder. You felt her abdomen press harder against your back, you shifted your ass against her, half asleep but perfectly aware of what was happening, and you wouldn’t let her stop.

She grunted against your neck, her hand squeezing harder your breast. "Don't move," she growled softly, her breath hot against your ear. "Stay just like this."

You moaned, your hand reaching her cheek, urging her to touch you, to kiss you. Your eyes fluttered open as she ran her hand down your stomach, teasing your lower belly, down to your legs, the inner side of your thighs. "Sev..." you purred.

"I'm here," she whispered against your ear. "I've got you."

"Shit." you whimpered, your eyes shutting once she slipped her hand into your shorts, settling between your legs. That's all you needed to fully wake up. "Ah, god." you panted, feeling her fingers against your slick.

"You're so wet for me, aren't you?" she breathed against your ear, her words sending a shiver down your spine. She pressed kisses along your neck, her teeth grazing your skin. "Yes, you are."

As much confidence Sevika showed, the truth was that inside she was shaking with fear. She was crossing a line she had imposed on herself when she met you two years ago, and she had never felt so out of control as she did now. It wasn’t just your moans, it was your scent, your heat, the idea that she was the one who gave you the opportunity that night at the club and now you were lying on her bed, squirming under her hand. She forged this situation from the moment she laid eyes on you, not knowing that you intended to end up in this position ever since she leaned in and her tobacco scent filled your nostrils. You intended to work for Sevika, to be her confidant, her best partner and above all… to become her weak point.

You pulled your head back, moaning as Sevika parted your legs and eased a finger inside you, licking your ear. "Sleeping on my couch, playing with my cards, wearing my clothes while I'm gone; all you've done to end up here." she mumbled, easing a second one, knowing you could take it.

"Yes, I... I did it." you whimpered, gripping the sheets between your fingers.

"You were testing me." she stated, biting on your neck. "Always pushing my buttons to see when I would give in."

You knew Sevika wasn't just playing around with you when she rubbed the heel of her hand against your clit, already swollen and sensitive for her. The room was filled with the obscene sound of your slick, your moans and Sevika's words. "Legs apart." she commanded. "You never learned to follow instructions, learn now." she said.

"Yes, ma'am." you whined, before Sevika chuckled.

"Didn't I tell you I'm not into formality?"

She could never forget the details of the time they met, no. Not when she was the one who saw you enter the club with your toolbox, your tired eyes, your steely confidence. Not when she was the one who asked Silco for a job opportunity for you and paid you with her own coins. Not when she chose you, for herself, from the first moment.

You were hers from the beggining, and somehow you knew it.

Her hand continued to work between your legs, her fingers moving expertly, making pleasurable heat pool in your belly. "You can pretend to be tough all you want, but when you're with me, you're not."

Your legs were locking around her hand, your breathing quick and ragged as Sevika sped up the motion of her fingers. Fuck, you were starting to shake, that tickling sensation settling in your stomach.

"You and your insolent mouth, your smug smile…" she whispered. "I wanted them for myself, I always did." You shifted, knowing that if Sevika had the mechanical arm on, she would already be choking you. However, you felt her move over you, trapping you against the mattress.

"Sevika… I'm…" you mewled, realizing you were on the very edge. "Huh, please..."

"I know." she smiled, as she laid above you, her hand firmly working on your throbbing pussy. "Now kiss me, pretty girl. Earn it."

You cupped her cheeks, kissing her as much as your moans would allow, tasting the tobacco on her tongue, her teeth between your lips. Sevika kissed like she walked, and that was saying a lot. You pulled back, realizing the trembling of your legs was the hint of an orgasm you couldn't contain. "Oh... god...!" you cried against her lips before you dove into the sensation.

And you melted.

Sevika leaned down to kiss your chin, your neck, totally in love with your whimpers and trembling lips, your smell of sweat, your juicy pussy. You barely rode the high when Sevika kissed your belly, a hand tracing fingers on your knee as her mouth hovered over your core. "I could lick it off of you, y'know?" she smirked.

You were in no position to ask or deny anything, but Sevika was in the perfect position to tempt you and play on your desire. “If only I didn’t have that meeting with Silco in…” she glanced at the clock beside the bed. “Ten minutes.”

Oh, no.

"Ten minutes is more than enough." you said, even though it sounded like a plea.

But Sevika chuckled, leaning to place a kiss on your lips. "I don't rush things when I eat a pretty girl out." she stated, leaving the bed.

You propped yourself up on your elbow, staring at Sevika with your lips apart. Unfazed, she took the mechanical arm and connected it to her shoulder, glancing at you with a rose brow.

"Wait for me with the coffee ready," she said, walking to the dresser to get ready. "I'll finish what I started, sugar, don't worry."

To be continued...

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[dittopicaro]

The L&DS Guys as Geriatric Senior Citizens👴💫

Xavier

Maybe I'm biased but I think he'd make the cutest little old man. Age probably shrank him a little, and he's probably cold all the time. When he's not sleeping in his favorite chair, he's at the park feeding the birds (there's a sign stating that it's prohibited, but he gets away with it). He still retains some of that subconscious charm from his youth that draws people to him, making him a beloved figure in the community. Neighbors are always willing to help him out and leave home cooked meals at his door nearly every day.

Zayne

He fully embraces being elderly. After retiring, he finally gets to rest and enjoy leisure pastimes. He always has hard candy on him and is willing to share them to any polite young whippersnapper who holds the door open for him. Due to having worked in the medical field for so long, he's always compliant with checkups and accepts help for daily tasks when it's offered. He often reads books at a café by his home that he shuffles to daily. He has a group of other old man friends he'll play mahjong or chess with in public parks.

Rafayel

He's still really funny and witty, but with the changing times he's not the most politically correct anymore. It never comes from a true place of malice, though. He really delves into the eccentric old man aesthetic, wearing capes and top hats. He has a tendency of wandering though, which makes his loved ones nervous as he gets older, especially when they found him standing a little too close to the pier one morning with his walker. He rolls his eyes at the overprotective care he gets, but secretly appreciates how many people look after him in his older years.

Sylus

He willingly let's everyone believe he's losing his hearing just so people will stop talking to him. Definitely groans like an old door when he sits down. Probably has the sickest cane ever and absolutely falls asleep sitting straight up with his mouth wide open. Dresses impeccably until the day he dies. Probably crabby a lot, but also really loving in little ways to the people he cares about. Overall, he kind of reminds me of an 18 year old cat or something, where he's saggy, achy, but also just dignified as he was in his youth.

Caleb

He's a fighter. As someone who essentially built his identity off of being a protector and caregiver, he fights being cared for hard. He will be 83 years old and shovelling snow off of the roof of his house as neighbors watch in horror. He's a bit of a karen as well, and won't hesitate to cause scenes in public if he doesn't get his way. He probably has a crusty little white dog that he's extremely protective over. He's definitely a homebody, but he and that smelly little dog of his go for walks every morning at an ungodly early hour.

[delight-angelsbliss]

Hi, this is the same anon who question what not to ask about! Thanks again for the reply, I feel so much more calmer asking knowing that I won't ask for something you not comfortable with!! I just had one thought in my head, how would Metal Sonic react if at one moment he was saved by a reader despite the fact that they are on different sides (I leave it up to you to choose the situation, maybe he will refuse the help or something but I just really will be interested read something like this :] ) and then, for example, the reader needed help!

Precis: metal sonic getting saved by reader and repaying the favor

Warnings: near death experience!!

Notes: oo this is a cute one!! It was really interesting to write and I'm glad you asked me to make this<3 ok but lowkey metal sonic is kinda fascinating, like, does he think or not? I'm fighting every urge in my body to not make reader have magical girl powers grbfxioslwkrnc metal sonic is a silly little thing confirmed by me😛 edit: I thought I'd make the tag lost generally and not only for the valentines posts lol

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I have talked about how I view metal sonic many times; a robot who's loyal, proving he can destroy his body many times purely out of loyalty, choosing to stay with his maker until his end, the only times he falls in love is when his code shows faulty. His feelings, if he even has any, are a mystery. A huge mystery. What are his thoughts? There are so many questions that race your mind everyday, when you fight, when you stare, when you think of him. It's so much. Metal sonic is so fascinating

Let's say you're on Sonic's side, or maybe even on your own, nonetheless you're found to get into a fight with Metal sonic if you're against Eggman! When a fight did break out, all hell broke loose. There was a lot of damage, but on particular home, the roof fell off, leaving rubble and more falling straight on metal. In an act of your hero complex, or maybe just stupidity, you push (the disaster reference) Metal sonic out of harm's way. The landing was rough, but it wasn't that bad seeing as you landed on metal. Did you just save him? Metal sonic was bewildered, why would you save him? The robot immediately pushes you off and makes a run for it. What ever needed to be done could wait!

That little scene replayed in Metal sonics head over and over, during fighting, while on patrol. Everywhere. The way your panicked voice asked if he was ok, the fearful look in your eyes... It made him feel all warm inside. Maybe he was glitched? Even after virus scans, checkups, system repairs, anything and everything... You wouldn't leave his mind, something inside him bloomed, bloomed into something amazing. So this is love? So this is the love that everyone raves over everywhere he goes? It felt so nice, yet, it hurt knowing he could probably never love you. You didn't even like Eggman for crying out loud! So why should metal sonic like you?

When Metal sonic finally went back into the battlefield, it felt empty, nothing felt right. He could only watch you, think of you, yearn for you. His non existent soul thirsts for your contact after you've left. He knew the clock was ticking, maybe he could never confess? He couldn't even talk, what a silly little thing metal was. When metal sonic entered another mission, he knew there was a high chance of seeing you. It sounded like something made for you, he didn't know whether that was good or bad. When He saw you again, he first noticed how tired you looked. Have you not been getting sleep? Are you doing too much? He felt like he was gonna short circuit from worry. Your fighting was sloppy, your body looked spent and tired from fighting. You should take a break. The evidence of your tiredness showed when you didn't realize how a badnik was about to pounce on you, the eyes looking blood thirsty and out for its prey. Metal sonic knew in the moment he had to do something. Suddenly, when you turn around, you saw metal sonic, his sharp claws full of the oil of the badnik, eyes looking straight at you; lovesick. It's a small way of repaying the favor, maybe, just maybe, he could help a bit more.

[rejectedbytheempty]

from the dirt we rise, ch. 1

pairing: farmer!john price x reader, no use of y/n

word count: 2.2k

cw: your boyfriend is an asshole

synopsis: when your car breaks down in the middle of the english countryside, a tall, dark stranger comes to your rescue

a/n: hello! i’m back, i accidentally deleted my blog :( but!!! i am gonna try and repost all the fics i have so if you see any fic that seems familiar it might be mine lol 🫶

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“christ, going to visit my parents was your idea in the first place, don’t put this on me” your boyfriend lamented, sighing and folding his arms across his chest like a child. 

your hands gripped the steering wheel with an audible squeak from the leather along with you gritting your teeth to avoid a number of profanities from slipping out. your boyfriend, nathan, had complained for months that you were never interested in his life, or that you hadn’t seemed as invested in the relationship as he was. never mind the fact that you would plan every date, or that he forgot your birthday and went out with friends instead, leaving you alone at home with a pint of ice cream. 

being the good girlfriend you were, you suggested a road trip to go visit his parents, something you supposed you both wanted. you were dead wrong, apparently. the moment you brought it up, he seemed more ambivalent than happy about it and come the day of the trip, he dragged his feet all the way. 

so now here you were, driving your car along the english countryside, because his was too nice to drive on all these dirt roads. 

“nathan, i was trying to do something nice, for the both of us, and all i asked was that you some snacks for the way.” 

he rolled his eyes, huffing with contempt, “yeah. and i did, for me. i figured you were getting your own stuff.” 

you looked up to the roof of the car, muttering a silent prayer to whatever gods could hear. “fine, it’s fine. i don’t even care anymore, i.. i guess i should have clarified, i’m sorry.” 

he just muttered some incoherent complaints and looked out the window. you sighed slightly and took the silence to allow yourself to admire the countryside rolling by in peace. the hills covered in lush, green grass, cows dotting the landscape. you could almost imagine living here, waking up to the sound of birds chirping for once instead of someone shouting bloody murder outside your flat’s window. 

you smiled softly at the idea of walking outside onto the dewy lawn with your bare feet and not having to worry about some junkie leaving behind a used syringe. the daydream was interrupted by your boyfriend shouting your name. the front of the car had started smoking, plumes of grey billowing out from under the hood. 

“shit!” you cried out, braking suddenly and jolting the two of you slightly in your seats. 

“the hell is wrong with your car?” nathan asked, looking over at you with a glare. 

“i- i don’t know. it was perfectly fine yesterday and i took it to the shops a couple of months ago for a checkup. do you mind checking under the hood?” you looked over at him. 

he looked slightly taken aback at that, “me? i don’t know about cars, besides, it’s not my car that’s gone and killed itself. why don’t you go check?” 

you supposed you couldn’t argue with his logic, it was your car after all, but you still scowled slightly as you put the car in park and popped the hood. you opened the door and stepped out, looking at nathan in the passenger seat, who took about .5 seconds of worrying before looking at his phone again. 

you let out a frustrated grunt and stomped over to the front of the car, pulling up the hood. the smoke immediately rose up to meet your face and you waved it away, coughing and grimacing. after a moment of wafting away the smoke, you were finally able to look over your engine and.. all of that other stuff. 

yeah, you knew nothing about cars. 

you thought that maybe talking a look under the hood would automatically make you a mechanic, but apparently that’s not true. pulling out your phone, you tried to look up on google something along the lines of “my car is smoking. what do i do?” but you had not a singular bar. 

groaning slightly, you shut your phone off and began to shut the hood and give up when you heard the crunch of gravel behind you. turning to look, you saw a beat-up old truck heading your way, stopping at the edge of the grass where you had pulled off the road. 

you looked between the truck and your car where your boyfriend sat in the front seat, not even looking up from his phone, probably too busy playing clash of clans or some dumb shit like that. 

what if whoever was in the truck was a serial killer or something and your boyfriend was too busy playing subway surfers to even notice you getting kidnapped? 

you swallowed nervously as the door of the truck swung open with a loud squeak. out stepped a man that made you swallow for an entirely different reason. 

he had dark brown hair and a thick, well-maintained beard. his bright blue eyes crinkled slightly as he smiled warmly at you, something so easy about the way he smiled that had your knees buckling. and if they did, then he could easily catch you with his arms, tanned and muscular, the arms of a man who spent his life working in some kind of physical labor. 

“engine trouble?” he asked, his voice a deep, rumbling thing that made your brain go fuzzy. 

“oh.. uh, yeah, maybe? i don’t know for sure. the car just started smoking so i pulled over to look at it” you said, finding it hard to talk with your mouth having gone dry. the sound of a car door opening and the sight of your boyfriend stepping out made your face fall slightly. 

you have a boyfriend, right. almost forgot because you were too busy imagining those arms wrapped around- nathan speaking broke you out of your thoughts. 

“who are you?” he asked, in a tone that made you wince. looking over at the stranger though, it didn’t even seem like he flinched at nathan puffing up his feathers. 

“i’m john, nice to meet you,” john put out his hand for nathan to take. which he did, hesitantly, grimacing slightly at the force john used. 

“right, i’m nathan.” he eyes flicked over to you, “not gonna introduce your bird?” 

your cheeks flushed, “oh, uh, yeah” you stuttered uselessly before telling him your name. 

“beautiful name for a beautiful girl” he winked at you. your mouth fell agape slightly  and nathan inhaled a sharp breath, “what do you want, man? we got this handled.” when john’s eyes flicked back to nathan they hardened ever so slightly, even though he still sported a grin on his face. 

“just thought i’d offer my help, i mean, it doesn’t seem like you know what you’re doing if you’re making your girl do all the work.” 

at that, nathan’s face contorted with rage and he took a step towards john, whose grin only widened at that. after a second to process what happened, you immediately stepped in front of nathan, pressing your hands to his chest, “babe, stop. he’s- he’s just joking, right?” you looked pointedly to john, waiting for him to back you up. you knew it would only end badly if nathan wasn’t calmed down, not because nathan was going to hurt the stranger but because you definitely knew nathan wouldn’t stand a chance against him. 

glancing between you and your boyfriend, john relented, “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to offend you. i was just joking.” looking back to nathan, you noticed his nostrils flare slightly in discontent but he backed down. 

“yeah, well, don’t do it again,” nathan huffed. you relaxed slightly, letting your hands slip down from his chest to by your sides again. 

“look, i’ll make it up to you. i can tow your car to the nearest mechanic. i happen to know the guy and he can give you a friends and family discount” john said, eyes glancing between you and your boyfriend. 

nathan eyed him suspiciously for a second but then nodded, “alright, fine.” john then looked to you and it took a moment before you realized he was waiting for your input. “oh! i didn’t realize you were asking me too. yes, of course, thank you, that’d be wonderful” you said hurriedly. nathan shot you a dirty look when john turned around to go grab some equipment from his truck, 

“what the hell was that?” he hissed. “was what?” you asked, even though you knew exactly what he meant. “you, practically starry-eyed, looking at him. acting as if your boyfriend wasn’t standing right there” he glared at you. “i.. i wasn’t starry-eyed” you said softly, it was a weak defense but you couldn’t help but think he was right. a random man off the road looks at you for more than five seconds and you’re already on your back with your belly up for scratches. “whatever, we can talk about this after the car gets fixed.” 

after john secured the straps between the cars he admitted that he only had so much seat space in his truck and that one person was going to have to stay in your car for the ride there. suffice to say, nathan wasn’t happy about that. 

“can’t we both sit in the car?” he practically whined. 

john shrugged, “i guess so, but there’s no use in adding any more weight to the amount i’m towing, takes unnecessary risk, right?” 

nathan’s lip twitched in annoyance but he couldn’t really find a reason to argue with him, “fine, i’ll sit in the truck with you.” 

john looked amused at that, “making your girl sit in the car all by herself? it’s really none of my business but-“”fine! she can sit up front with you, then. jesus,” nathan said, throwing up his arms and practically stomping his way over to the car. 

you winced as he slammed the car door shut and looked apologetically over at john, 

“sorry, he’s just.. stressed.” he exhaled sharply through his nose, “stressed, right.” 

you bit the inside of your cheek at john’s obvious lack of belief but said nothing else to persuade him, it wouldn’t do any good. the truck door squeaked open as john opened the passenger side for you, gesturing with his other hand, “in you get, sweetheart.” 

you blushed slightly at his casual use of pet names, muttering a small thank you as you got in. john shut the door and then got in on his side, sliding across the worn leather bench, his warm thighs practically pressing against yours. he wasn’t lying, the seating in here was limited and you couldn’t imagine what it would have been like if nathan had tried to ride up here with the two of you. 

you’re honestly surprised he didn’t. something about john made you want to listen to him, and you could guess that even though nathan was stubborn, he subconsciously felt the same way. 

“so, where were you headed? doesn’t seem like you’re from around here” he broke the silence. 

“oh, uh, nathan’s parents’ house, he hasn’t seen them in a while, and we figured it was time for me to meet them since we’re coming up on our third anniversary,” you said, fiddling with your hands in your lap. 

“ah, the in-laws” he chuckled lightly. 

“oh, me and nathan we’re not- i mean, we’re just dating right now. not engaged or anything.” 

“three years and he hasn’t put a ring on that pretty finger? hm.” john frowned. 

“nathan wants to take it slow. he doesn’t want to rush into anything,” you said, but it felt more like an automated response than something you actually agreed with. sure, there was nothing wrong with taking your time but anytime you brought up marriage or anything like that, nathan would get all defensive. it happened enough that you just stopped bringing it up altogether, and you hadn’t realized until now how much that had hurt you. 

“sorry, i overstepped, didnt’t i? laswell’s always telling me i need to stop interrogating people, but old habits die hard.” 

“you were in the military, then?” in hindsight you should have guessed something like that, from the way he stood with perfect posture or how he spoke from a place of authority, was likely an officer of some kind. 

“yes ma’am, special forces. i served my time, but now i’m retired and trying to put it all behind me.” 

you nodded along, “but old habits die hard” you said the words he left hanging in the air. 

“exactly” he smiled over at you, making you melt into the seat. 

collecting yourself, you cleared your throat then asked, “so what do you do now?” 

“ah, inherited a bit of land from my grandad on my mum’s side. decided that when i retired, i would move to the countryside and start a farm.” 

you laughed to yourself imagining him chasing around an escaped chicken but quickly stifled it behind your hand. he furrowed his eyebrows but looked at you more quizzically than the scalding expression nathan would have given you, 

“and what’s so funny about that, miss?” 

you shook your head, “nothing, really. i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to laugh at you.” 

“no need to apologize, i like seeing you laugh” he said, something that slipped so casually from his lips it almost startled you. 

“thank you” you murmured, looking out the window to hide your flushed cheeks. just in time to save your embarrassment, john slowed the truck to a stop outside a small mechanic shop that read ‘tav and riley repairs.’

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[lets-try-some-writing]

Have a surprise sparkling

The blip on the monitor showed up as an unaligned bot. They had to get this bot to their side before the other team got to them.

One Ground Bridge later to the spot where the blip showed up. The Autobots got to the spot first and the team composed of Optimus, Bumblebee, Arcee, and Wheeljack. Wheeljack was bored and wanted to go along just in case the 'cons showed up or were already there. Optimus and the rest had their weapons out but Bumblebee spotted something in the underbrush of the forest. Optimus goes over and kneels to gently move the plants away from what Bumblebee saw.

The group flinched back when they heard the sound of a distressed sparkling. Optimus puts away his blaster and talks softly to the frightened sparkling.

"Hey, little one. It is ok. We won't hurt you." Optimus said while holding his hand out to the little one.

The sparkling looks up to Optimus with its soft purple optics and slowly crawls to him. He felt safe and wasn't like the squishy things running around. Optimus slowly picked up the sparkling and stood up.

"I can't believe we found a sparkling," Arcee said while keeping a lookout for the Decepticons.

Optimus nods to her while Wheeljack coms Ratchet.

"Hey, doc? We might need you to set up your med bay" Wheeljack smiled as Ratchet got agitated by his words.

After a minute, the Ground Bridge opened up, and the group stepped through into the Autobot base. The sparkling looks around at the new bots and location. Once Ratchet saw the sparkling he went over to Optimus.

"This is the first sparkling I saw in millions of years after Bumblebee came to be." He took the sparkling to do a checkup on the little one.

Optimus stood nearby as Ratchet did a full checkup on their new little guest. The sparkling was a Femme and in perfect health besides needing a clean. She did not like Ratchet doing a checkup on her and squirmed in his grasp.

"She has spirit, you got to admit," Wheeljack said as the sparkling swatted at Ratchet's servos and tools.

Jack, Miko, and Raf just showed up after school in Bulkhead and saw the rest of their giant friends surround Ratchet's workspace.

"What has got everyone so interested in what Ratchet is doing?" Miko said as she started walking over to the others.

Once the sparkling started making noise Bulkhead went over to see. Miko looked confused at the noise.

"What was that?" Jack said as he got close enough to Optimus.

Optimus just held his hand out to the kids and lifted them to get a look at the bitlet. Miko's eyes widened, and she gasped. Jack and Raf are equally surprised at this.

"This is what we call a sparkling. A rare thing on Cybertron. A femme no less." Optimus said to the kids.

Miko is bouncing with joy at seeing a baby robot in person. Raf just thinks and speaks up to the Autobots.

"How are sparklings made? They had to come from somewhere." Bumblebee beeps in agreement with Raf because he doesn't know himself.

Ratchet just thinks about how to explain this to the children. He didn't even know if they had 'the talk' as June said.

"It is like what humans do." Ratchet eventually said to the human children.

Miko just groaned at that but didn't ask again. Jack looked at the sparkling and noticed something in her mouth.

"What is that on the roof of her mouth?" Jack said to Ratchet.

Confused, Ratchet carefully opens the sparkling's mouth to see what Jack is talking about. The sparkling squeals, but Ratchet goes on, and he gasps at what he sees.

"By the Primes. She has Solus Prime's mark" he said as he activated a camera in his digit to show the symbol.

The rest of Team Prime gasp at the symbol. Even Optimus had a look of shock on his face.

Ooooooooh an interesting beginning to a fic! Everyone loves sparkling cuteness <3

[write-something-new-again]

Atsushi having childish emotional outbursts. I hate to be ooc I really do but I'm just thinking, with his (extremely) rough upbringing, he wasn't exactly given the opportunity to mature in that regard. So what if one day Dazai and Kunikida were pestering him that he already doesn't eat enough, that he can't skip lunch break and has to eat something. And what if Atsushi doesn't want to. He doesn't want to eat. They can't make him. The harder they push, the more upset he gets, until sweet Atsushi has slit pupils, sharpened nails and his actually raising his voice at them. He storms away and slams the Agency door shut behind him on his way out, leaving the two detectives flabbergasted. It being Kenji or Yosano who join him where he's holed himself up on the roof and let him explain what happened.

What if Atsushi doesn't want that checkup today. What if he doesn't care his shirt has a bloodstain, what if he doesn't want to take it off. What if he doesn't want to. Even though all of them almost certainly know better, what if Atsushi doesn't want to eat lunch that day.

[scottishaccentsareawesome]

(Eddie rushes into Buck's exam room in the ER) Buck:...Oh. Oh, hey, Eddie. What're you doing here? Eddie: You called me! You were hysterical! Buck: Oh, right...! Doctor(to Eddie, about Buck's leg): It's a simple fracture. He'll have the cast off in about six weeks. Eddie: How did it happen? Buck: It's crazy...I was out buying cupcakes when I noticed a baby stuck on top of a building. I knew I had to save that baby, so I finished my cupcake and shimmied up the drain pipe, when suddenly the drain pipe started coming lose from the building! Eddie: - And you fell and broke your leg? Buck: No, I let go of the drain pipe just in time and grabbed hold of the telephone wire. So there I was, hanging from the wire. I started swinging myself back and forth until finally I flung myself as high as I could, hoping I would make it to the roof, but I didn't make it to the roof. I was totally out of control, and I went crashing through a giant, plate-glass window! Eddie: - And that's when you broke your leg? Buck: No, I landed flat on my back in the middle of some girl's apartment - she was super sweet, we're totally having lunch next week. Anyway, I found my way to the elevator, but it was out of service, so I had to pry open the doors and throw myself into the elevator shaft. Eddie: You fell down an elevator shaft?! Buck: Will you please just listen? I caught the elevator cables, I pulled myself up, hand over hand, until I finally reached the top, where I kicked the grate open with my feet and catapulted myself onto the roof, but right before I could grab the baby, it turned, and I realized it wasn't a baby, it was a crow! And it attacked me. Eddie: What?! Buck: I tried to fend it off, but he was one of those angry crows, and no matter what I did, he kept attacking, he wouldn't stop and he just kept attacking and attacking until, finally I lost my balance and fell 15 stories! Eddie: And that's when you broke your leg?! Buck: No, I landed on an inflatable gorilla in front of a car dealership. Eddie: So how did you break your leg? Buck: Oh, I was here for a checkup, and I slipped getting up on this table. It's really high. You should try it!...No, wait, don't. You'll break your leg like me. Doctor(to Eddie): He's a keeper.

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Radio Free Monday (March 31, 2025)

Good morning everyone, and welcome to Radio Free Monday for March 31, 2025! RFM posts links to peoples' personal fundraisers asking for community assistance, on both Tumblr and Dreamwidth.

Ways to give

disease-danger-darkness-silence (Nova) and Raven, their spouse, are facing a period of homelessness. They need to fix their car, move things into storage, and get some camping gear and other equipment so that they can get to Oregon from Nevada to deal with the main issue keeping them homeless. Read more, reblog, and find the donation links and info here.

Enyasaints is a black preschool teacher in Texas, working mostly with children 2 years old and younger. Enya has been homeless for almost two weeks at this point. It's getting hotter in Texas, and she has not been able to keep up with her hygiene. She is looking for donations to get a roof over her head. Read more, reblog, and find the donation links and info here.

Stjohnstarling is looking to help Treesah, a researcher at University of Massachusetts. Treesah is collecting wild hops samples native to the US Northeast. You can mail the hops to her, or you can let her know their whereabouts. She's recently lost all funding, and is now relying on donations to continue her research. Read more, reblog, and find the mailing information and donation links here.

Kayla Somarriba is helping her family raise money for attorney fees. Assaulted by ICE in Spokane WA, they had all their truck windows smashed when ICE claimed that they had a warrant for her husband, who is completing the green card process. ICE declined to show and arrest warrant, and forcibly removed her husband and brother-in-law from the truck. Her husband had to be taken to the hospital before being taken to the Tacoma detention center, on the opposite side of the state. Read more, share, and find the donation link here.

Barbara Rogers needs funds quickly to avoid homelessness, and in the long term will need additional funds to move from Georgia US to Massachussetts US. They're surrounded by less-than-supportive people, and is afraid that she'll be left homeless when the family home has been sold since her father can no longer live there nor pay the mortgage. Read more, share, and find the donation link here.

Recurring needs

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[cherry-romper]

Operation Dirge PT.2 - John Price

Word Count; 1129 Warnings; none Contains; f!reader, fluff

PT. 1

His face answered for him: a look of doubt mixed with determination and grit. He wasn't going out like this, and neither was she, not while he still had so much to say.

Beneath the adrenaline and the noise, something cracked open between them. 

Amidst the gunfire and hell that rained down around them, the two held their ground. The minutes bled out like hours. Their every breath, their every heartbeat, felt like a countdown.

Soap and Gaz fought their way through the building, regrouping with them on the roof. They burst through the door, half-limping but alive.

Ghost covered them from above, his final shots of assistance fading into the distance as the heli hovered next to the roof in a flurry of wind.

“Move it!” Price barked as they boarded. The informant sandwiched between Gaz and Soap. Price stayed by the door of the craft, informing Ghost that they would rendezvous in a clearing half a mile out from his position. 

Price stayed there, his rifle raised, until the compound was nothing more than a blur of motion and muzzled flashes. Once the bird had collected Ghost and had cleared the parameter, he turned to face his crew. 

They were making themselves busy; Ghost fiddled with his gun while Gaz and Soap checked over one another, making sure there were no hidden flesh wounds. The informant sat recoiled in his seat, his eyes yearning for home. 

The cabin thrummed around them, a low and steady growl that was far more notable now than on arrival. It was as though the aircraft had a heartbeat, and it matched their own. Wind swept through the open doors beside them, carrying with it the copper twang of blood.

She sat still, her elbows resting on her knees, gloves half undone. Her skin was streaked with the grime of battle; soot and blood dusted her cheekbone like war paint, and a fine cut trailed from her temple to her jaw.

Price sat across from her, his posture straight but weighted, hands on his thighs, one boot tapping an unconscious rhythm against the floor. His eyes hadn't left her since they boarded. He’d been through worse missions. Riskier extractions. But never had he walked away from one with this ache in his chest; it was the same pressure he felt on the way in. It felt something like regret.

Or love, though he’d never dare call it that. Not here. Not yet.

She turned her head slowly, her profile catching the cold wash of moonlight leaking through the doors. When she finally spoke, it was quiet, carried on a breath rather than a voice.

“We have to stop doing things like this,” she said again, softer this time, like it had cost her something to repeat it. “I’ve not got many lives left in me, Cap’n.”

His answer was just as low, barely audible beneath the drone of the aircraft. “I know.” His eyes were tired, but warm. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault. I should have checked for a sensor-”

“No,” he cut her off. “I swept the room. I should have seen it-”

“Shut up.” Her tone wasn’t commanding. She didn’t have to be. It was a desperate request hidden beneath a facade of calm, feelings concealed just under the surface. It was the way she looked at him that made his breath catch; the embers she used in the field were still there, but now they were lit for him. Not for the mission. Not for the protocol. For him.

The rest of the journey was conducted in silence. None of the passengers of the heli spoke until landing. 

Price passed the informant off to Laswell, and the rest of 141 headed to the infirmary for checkups. Before he left, Ghost shot Price a look. A warning. He wasn't daft; he could see Price’s emotions written in his body language. 

Price chose to ignore it.

He sat beside her, one arm resting on the table, his body relaxed, his leg extended slightly too close to her.

There was a beat before he spoke, a moment where he questioned if such words should be spoken. “You’re not just another soldier in the field. Not to me.”

It was a simple thing to say, but it landed between them like a detonation; completely irreversible.

She didn’t respond right away. She didn’t smile or look away. Just met his gaze like she’d been waiting for that sentence for longer than she cared to admit.

And then, quietly, like testing a theory: “Why?”

Price exhaled, slowly. The question was gentle, but it stripped him bare.

“I don’t know,” he said truthfully.

“When did it change?”

“Maybe when I watched you talk that private down from a panic attack in Urzikstan. Maybe when you made the shot none of us could take. Maybe when you looked at me like I wasn’t just the man giving you orders.” He gave her a faint, almost reluctant smile. “Might have even been the first time you patched me up and refused to look impressed.”

She laughed then, a quiet, breathy laugh. It cut through the tension like a knife.

“I was impressed,” she admitted. “I just didn’t want you getting smug about it.”

“I’m smug now,” he said, voice low and teasing.

“Yeah?” Her smile was small and private. “Doesn’t suit you.”

They fell into silence again, but this time, it wasn’t heavy. It felt earned. 

She looked at him, and her eyes softened; she felt seen. Not just a soldier to be ordered around but a woman. 

“When we’re off the clock and out of uniform, I might even buy the first round.” Her voice was steady, but her fingers curled tighter against her thigh.

Price tilted his head, studying her. “And what if I want more than one round?”

She gave him that look again; half fire, half ache. “Then earn it.”

His throat worked around the knot building there. He wanted to reach for her. He didn’t.

Instead, he said, voice low and intimate: “You… ever since that first day, you’ve had this way of throwing me off. Don't know why.”

She raised an eyebrow, lips curling. “Are you saying I ruin your professionalism, Sir?”

“I’m saying you walked in, and every part of me that knew better stood down.”

That silenced her.

She had no comeback. No quip. Nothing to tease him with.

Just a look, soft and unguarded, blooming across her face like sprouts flowering in a warzone.

Nothing more was said. Not here. Not yet.

Above them, the stars started to fade, the sun rising to kiss the moon. The mission had already faded into memory. But what passed between them would not be forgotten.

It waited like it always had.

[brittanyearnestauthor]

How to Effectively Write About Human Defects

Writing diverse characters is essential for creating stories that resonate with a larger audience and reflect the complexity of the real world. When portraying characters with birth defects or genetic conditions, it’s important to approach the subject with care, accuracy, and respect rather than relying on stereotypes or harmful biases.

One key point to remember is that individuals born with a birth defect are not "defective"—they simply experience life differently and deserve to be written thoughtfully and respectfully. To help guide your writing, I’ve compiled a list of common conditions and considerations to keep in mind. While this serves as a starting point, further research will be necessary to accurately represent these experiences in your stories.

Types of Birth Defects

- Cleft Lip or Palate – A gap or opening in the lip or roof of the mouth.

- Congenital Heart Defects – Structural abnormalities of the heart present at birth.

- Neural Tube Defects – Issues in brain and spinal cord development, such as spina bifida.

- Limb Abnormalities – Structural differences in arms, legs, fingers, or toes.

- Chromosome Abnormalities – Genetic variances involving too many or too few chromosomes or structural chromosome issues.

- Down Syndrome (Trisomy 21) – A chromosomal condition caused by an extra copy of chromosome 21.

- Fetal Alcohol Syndrome – A birth defect caused by prenatal alcohol exposure, affecting development.

- Sickle Cell Anemia – A genetic disorder affecting red blood cells, often leading to pain and health complications.

- Inborn Errors of Metabolism – Genetic conditions that prevent proper processing of certain substances.

Causes of Birth Defects

Birth defects can arise due to several factors:

- Genetic Factors – Mutations or inherited conditions.

- Environmental Factors – Exposure to harmful substances or infections during pregnancy.

- Unknown Causes – Some birth defects occur with no identifiable cause.

Prevention and Early Intervention

While not all birth defects can be prevented, certain steps can reduce risks and improve outcomes:

- Prenatal Care – Regular checkups help identify potential risks early.

- Genetic Counseling – Genetic testing and counseling can provide insights for families at risk.

- Avoiding Teratogens – Steering clear of alcohol, tobacco, and harmful medications during pregnancy reduces certain risks.

Understanding Life with Birth Defects

Birth defects are common and a natural part of life. While individuals with these conditions may navigate certain challenges, many live full, fulfilling lives like anyone else. Some conditions may be inherited, while others result from environmental influences or a combination of both.

The severity of birth defects varies widely—from mild to complex—but medical advancements and adaptive strategies help many individuals thrive. In storytelling, highlighting their strengths and unique experiences rather than only focusing on limitations can create authentic, meaningful representation.

Conclusion

By using this guide as a foundation and continuing thorough research, you can craft inclusive, realistic characters that reflect the diverse experiences of real people. Thoughtful storytelling offers representation, encourages understanding, and helps amplify voices that may not always be heard.

Happy writing!

[slashfic-daydreams]

If the Slashers had normal lives, what jobs would they get? These are my headcanons:

Ghost - Movie director / Actor

We all know that Ghost has a huge passion for horror movies. As he grows up in this life, he would undoubtedly take the path of becoming a director or an actor. He will either produce movies of his own or act in theatres.

If he takes the job of becoming a movie director, he is actually very serious in the set. He makes sure everyone gets their roles, ensuring that each and every scene is perfect. Even so, Ghost can still be fun and humorous in the set, especially during breaks.

If he takes the role of being an actor, he is usually the star of the movie. His acting skills are flying over the roof! From his facial expressions to the sound of his voice, Ghost just executes it precisely. He can get a tad cocky, though. But he is still fun to be around.

Leather - Wildlife veterinarian

Alright, so this one is definitely obvious. It's confirmed in one of the latest chapters in the game that Leather likes to rehabilitate injured animals. If this is the case, then I think he is suit for taking the job as a wildlife veterinarian.

As much as I think he is also suitable for becoming an urban veterinarian, I just really prefer him as the guy who helps the wild animals. Not only does his muscles get stronger, but he gets to help more animals! He is probably the most fond of helping mammals and birds, and not much for amphibians. (That doesn't mean he will just leave them injured!)

Jay - Pediatrician / Kindergarten teacher

I have said in one of my headcanons that Jay is very good with kids. He also says that he would never hurt one, so I guess he would a great pediatrician or a kindergarten teacher.

If Jay becomes a pediatrician, I think he would be very gentle on the children. Knowing that kids are fragile beings, Jay will do his best to soothe the child and give them the checkup they need. He gives the child stickers or candies after the checkup. The kids are always excited to see their doctor again.

If Jay becomes a kindergarten teacher on the other hand, he is the perfect guy. He can balance being fun-loving and patient, suitable as a kid's mentor. Jay will teach them basic literacy, help them develop their social skills, and introduce them to simple mathematics. During naptimes, the children will always take the chance to get Jay's forehead kisses.

Mike - Expressionist artist

Surprise, surprise! I bet you didn't expect this one. For those who didn't know, Mike likes to be careful in everything he does, confirmed in the Christmas Special. He secretly loves to draw, too, but it only appears as black scribbles on a page. If this is the case, then he would be a great artist of expressionism.

My knowledge in learning about impressionism and expressionism will come in handy here, hehe. There are many types of expressionism and I think Mike will excel in surrealism and dadaism. Going back to the fact that he likes to give careful detail, he is definitely going to put a lot of that in his artworks. Whether the people will see it or not, he is proud of it. His most favorite art movement is abstract, by the way.

What do you think of my headcanons? Do you have any of yours about their careers? If so, what will they be?

[doshi-sukiru]

Your SG!TFONE AU is ruining my life /pos. I'll be at work and your art will just pop into my head and suddenly I'm completely sidetracked lol.

How does the High Guard help Megatron recover after Optimus kidnaps him? What does Megatronus say/do about it?

HI SORRY I'VE BEEN BUSY-

so basically when the high guard get Megatron back, the first thing they do is try to get him to Knockout. When Megatron gets freed from the brainwashing Cliffjumper had him under, he has a moment where he almost collapses from the sudden change of scenery because the last time 'Megatron' was online, he was on the surface and just got ambushed.

His mind is still trying to take in everything when he suddenly hears Megatronus trying to speak to him, yelling at him to run while being pushed by the high guard to start moving too. All he can do is just follow wherever Shockwave and Blitzwing are going, with Bee trying to stall time for them. Megatron did get hurt after one of the autobots aimed poorly and shot him in the face instead of hitting Shockwave, but it wasn't bad.

None of the high guard trusted him to transform when they reached their planned destination at the roof of the building, and so Blitzwing took it upon himself to help fly Megatron out there.

When they reach their new base, Megatron can't take one pede forward before he's crashing onto the ground, exhausted. The high guard did freak out, but after Knockout's checkup and mandatory order to recharge and relax, everyone is coming by telling him about small things happening.

Soundwave and his cassetticons are always coming by, mostly to talk about the cyber deer and old tales about when Soundwave worked with Megatronus. Starscream comes by and often informs Megatron about any new updates to their base, along with how his relationship with Skyfire has been (he hasn't disappeared yet). Shockwave likes to reminiscence about the time he was still a Senator. Ravage likes to come alone and rest on Megatron's lap, which Megatron greatly appreciates.

Of course, Megatronus lets Megatron recover before discussing what happened in his absence. Megatron at first is surprised and hurt by Optimus's actions against him, but he tries to justify Optimus's actions, claiming he was just 'desperate to have what they had before.' Megatron still believes that deep down, the Orion Pax he knew is still here, just lost in a new world with a new frame, just like him. Megatronus doesn't buy it at all, but doesn't push it at the time.

also ty! I give you more art to suffer with-

woe be upon you, messy gif and comic-

again, sorry for being late!

[breelandwalker]

Ahhh it's one of those weeks when we laugh to keep from screaming.

While recovering from my covid vaccine hangover and trying to track down the no-call-no-show contractors who were supposed to come and repair our broken furnace, I heard a dripping sound from the ceiling that turned out to be a roof leak in our attic. Probably from the big storm earlier this year, we had some bad wind shears come through and some of our neighbors lost shingles and siding, so I wouldn't be surprised. We don't have roof access to check, so it's bucket and insurance claim time.

Mind you, this is less than a month after husband's car finally went kaput and we had to get a new one, plus the kitties needing their annual checkup and flea treatments, and our home warranty is coming due (even though it takes some GALL to ask us to renew when they've been so useless with the current claim).

Catch me coping with this by screaming into a jar and then staying up late bingeing Penny Dreadful and making new batches of powder for the shop. Just like a witch, ain't it?

So suffice it to say, there's a few surprises heading for the shop in the coming months, and I'll have several new things on my table for the Yule weekend markets, if anyone wants to swing through Williamsburg or Richmond the weekend of the 21st. (And of course, regular shop orders are always welcome.)

Hope your December is going better than mine! 😅