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Labeling plays a crucial role in various industries, including pharmaceuticals, food and beverages, cosmetics, and chemicals. Proper labeling ensures compliance with regulations, enhances brand visibility, and improves efficiency in production lines. With the advancement of automation, sticker labeling machines have become an integral part of industrial packaging. These machines streamline the…

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Advanced labeling solutions are used by manufacturers to guarantee that their goods fulfill quality and compliance requirements. Sticker labeling machines, which offer excellent precision, speed, and consistency, are essential to the automation of the labeling process. These devices assist companies in improving product presentation, cutting labor costs, and streamlining processes for bottles, cartons, pouches, and test tubes.

The Importance of Sticker Labeling Machines in Packaging

Sticker Labeling Machines are designed to efficiently apply labels to products. While manual labeling is time-consuming and prone to errors, automated machines ensure precise application with minimal waste. These automated labeling solutions are particularly advantageous for industries such as chemicals, food and beverages, and pharmaceuticals.

Advantages of Using Sticker Labeling Machines:

High-Speed Performance: These machines can label hundreds of products per minute.

Consistency & Accuracy: Eliminates human errors, ensuring proper label placement.

Cost-Effective: Reduces manual labor, leading to operational cost savings.

Enhanced Productivity: Speeds up packaging lines, meeting high market demands.

Versatility: Accommodates different product shapes and sizes.

Types of Sticker Labeling Machines and Their Applications

1. Sticker Labeling Machine for Bottles: Bottles are widely used in pharmaceuticals, beverages, and personal care industries. A sticker labeling machine for bottles ensures labels are applied correctly on cylindrical, square, or oval bottles. These machines work efficiently with different bottle materials, including plastic, glass, and metal.

2. Round Bottle Sticker Labeling Machine: A round bottle sticker labeling machine is made to precisely label cylindrical bottles. It is frequently used to label food containers, medicine vials, and wine bottles. By guaranteeing 360-degree labeling, this equipment improves the marketing of products.

3. Carton Sticker Labeling Machine: The carton sticker labeling machine is ideal for labeling cartons in the pharmaceutical and FMCG industries. This machine ensures that product information, batch details, and barcodes are accurately placed, facilitating easy tracking and compliance.

4. Pouch Sticker Labeling Machine: Pouches are commonly used for food, spices, and medical supplies. A pouch sticker labeling machine enables seamless labeling on flexible surfaces, ensuring that branding and product information remain intact despite handling and transportation.

5. Twin Head Carton Labeling Machine: A twin-head carton labeling machine provides double-label application on cartons. This is particularly useful for high-volume production lines requiring dual labeling, such as pharmaceutical boxes needing labels on both front and back sides.

6. Two-Side Flat Bottle Sticker Labeling Machine: Labels can be applied to both sides of oval or flat bottles with the two-sided flat bottle sticker labeling machine. In sectors like cosmetics and personal care, where compliance labels and branding must be positioned on opposing sides, this is especially helpful.

7. Horizontal Sticker Labeling Machine: For small cylindrical products like ampoules and syringes, a horizontal sticker labeling machine is the best choice. It allows fast, accurate, and automated labeling for delicate items used in pharmaceutical and laboratory settings.

8. Test Tube Sticker Labeling Machine: A test tube sticker labeling machine is specifically designed for labeling test tubes and vials used in medical laboratories and diagnostic centers. Precision is key in this application to ensure correct sample identification and traceability.

How Sticker Labeling Machines Enhance Packaging Efficiency

Automation & Speed: Automated labeling systems significantly increase production speeds. They eliminate the slow and inconsistent results of manual labeling, enabling manufacturers to meet large-scale demands efficiently.

Reduced Wastage & Errors: These machines precisely apply labels, reducing the chances of misplacement, wrinkles, or air bubbles. This not only enhances the product’s aesthetic appeal but also minimizes label wastage.

Improved Compliance & Branding: Accurate labeling ensures regulatory compliance, especially in industries like pharmaceuticals, where incorrect labels can lead to legal issues. Consistent branding across all products also strengthens brand recognition.

Cost Savings & ROI: While sticker labeling machines require an initial investment, they lead to long-term savings by reducing labor costs, preventing label wastage, and improving operational efficiency.

Choosing the Right Sticker Labeling Machine

Selecting the right machine depends on the type of products you manufacture and the production capacity you require. Here are a few factors to consider:

Product Shape & Size: Ensure the machine can handle different dimensions.

Speed Requirements: Choose a machine that aligns with your production output.

Industry Regulations: Ensure the machine meets industry-specific labeling standards.

Automation Level: According to your objectives for scale and spending limits, choose between semi-automated and fully automatic options.

Sticker Labeling Machines are essential for modern packaging lines, enhancing efficiency, accuracy, and cost savings. Whether you need a machine for bottles, cartons, pouches, or test tubes, investing in high-quality labeling equipment ensures seamless operations and product compliance.

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[coriihanniee]

WHAT'S YOUR LOVE LANGUAGE? ༻°₊ ｡

۶ৎ ALTERNATIVE : how boynextdoor express their love for you

۶ৎ PAIRING : boynextdoor x gn!reader۶ৎ GENRE(S) : established relationship, FLUFFNESS OVERLOAD!!! ~ ۶ৎ WARNING(S) : slight mention of stress/anxiety, excessive chessiness?? (secondhand blushing!!), uncontrollable smiling, Woonhak's failed basketball attempt (may cause emotional damage) ۶ৎ WORD COUNT : 0.2k - 0.3k words

۶ৎ A/N : new headcanons!! I personally feel like all of them would express their love in such diverse and sweet ways~ likes/reblogs/comments = a fish doodled by Leehan and a kiss from Jaehyun 😉

SUNGHO ✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ ˚

۶ৎ always walks on the street side of the sidewalk to protect you from traffic 

۶ৎ remembers your coffee order down to the ice cube count and brings it to you without being asked :

“I passed the café and they had your favourite coffee!”

“You walked ten minutes in the opposite direction.”

“So what? Let me live babe.” 

۶ৎ plans thoughtful dates based on your interests, not his 

۶ৎ if you once mentioned liking stars? He's dragging you to an observatory at night (You said it one time. He remembered.)

۶ৎ if you once mentioned craving bunggeoppang at 1am during winter? He's showing up a week later asking :

“So, hypothetically, if I knew a place that sells it late... and hypothetically, if I was already outside your place… would you hypothetically want to come down or—?” (He already bought two. Yours has extra red bean. He remembered. AGAIN.)

۶ৎ adjusts your seatbelt for you when you get in his car with no complaints because he loves taking care of you 

۶ৎ knows your go-to order at like five different restaurants and recites it like it’s a password to a secret base

۶ৎ will not let you carry anything heavy, no matter how small it is :

“Give me that.”

“It’s literally just a bottle of—”

“Give.”

۶ৎ knows your routines better than you do. If you forget something? He’s already packed it :

“Did you bring my charger?”

“Bottom left pocket.”

“Wait, seriously—”

“You forget it every time. This isn’t new.”

۶ৎ buys those mini heat packs and sneaks them into your pockets when it's cold

۶ৎ cooks your favourite comfort food when you've had a rough day without you having to ask

۶ৎ complains about your bad habits but always helps you through them anyway :

“Why are you like this? Also I reorganized your entire fridge and labelled the sauces. You’re welcome.”

۶ৎ overall the best boyfriend ever! ~ 🥹💕 

RIWOO ✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ ˚

۶ৎ unconsciously reaches for your hand when walking together 

۶ৎ leaves you little handwritten encouraging notes around your house whenever possible, says it's his new daily morning routine 

۶ৎ always making silly jokes that makes your stomach hurt from laughing :

“If that vending machine eats your dollar again I will fight it. I don’t care if it’s built like Jaehyun.”

۶ৎ gives the most comforting hugs when you're stressed, will wrap his arms around your waist and let you rest your head on his shoulders while tracing circles around your back 

۶ৎ spins you around randomly just to hear you laugh :

“You looked bored.”

“I WAS COOKING.”

“Yeah, now we’re waltzing. Multitask!”

۶ৎ gives you forehead kisses before leaving, entering a room, or just because the lighting hits your face a certain way and he can’t resist 

۶ৎ brings you little desserts when he goes out 

۶ৎ plays with your hair when you're close 

۶ৎ keeps his phone gallery full of blurry pics of you : 

“Why do you have this? I look like a goblin.”

“Exactly. My goblin.”

۶ৎ man of a few words, but text? Oh he's going out of his way to make sure you know you're genuinely the most beautiful person he's met : 

“Just remembered how pretty you looked this morning… ♡”

۶ৎ links arms with you in crowded places, he just doesn’t like the idea of losing you, even for a second! 😭🩷

۶ৎ randomly starts dance battles with you at home :

“ROUND ONE! LET’S GO LOSER.”

“I DID NOT CONSENT TO THIS.”

“WINNER BUYS ICE CREAM. MOVE IT.”

۶ৎ also links arms with you everywhere you go, even just walking to the kitchen :

“Where are we headed?”

“Fridge.”

“Perfect. I love a good journey.”

JAEHYUN ✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ ˚

۶ৎ dating Jaehyun is a 50/50 gamble between :

“My boyfriend just serenaded me with a ukulele at 2AM because he missed me”

AND

“My boyfriend ate my last snack and left a post-it that says ‘this is the price of loving me’”

۶ৎ wakes you up in the most dramatic way possible :

“WAKE UP, LOVE OF MY LIFE, WE’RE GETTING PANCAKES—”

“Jaehyun it’s 7am—”

“AND THE SUN IS SHINING AND I MISSED YOUR FACE!!!”

۶ৎ saves every picture you send him and makes them his wallpaper

۶ৎ plans elaborate surprise dates months in advance because he loves seeing your reaction 

۶ৎ always brings you little gifts : 

“Here. Saw this and it looked like you.”

“It’s a sparkly pink pen shaped like a cat?”

“Exactly. Sexy and sharp like my gorgeous girlfriend.” 

۶ৎ teases you 24/7 but defends you the moment someone else tries 

۶ৎ blows up your phone with memes and chaotic selfies, half of which are him doing something dumb like wearing five sunglasses indoors

۶ৎ calls you by the most ridiculous nicknames :

“You good, my little microwave-safe spaghetti?”

“...That’s not even—what?”

“Shhh. Just accept my love.”

۶ৎ texts you fake love letters in Shakespearean English :

“To mine dearest heartthrob, thy gaze doth slay me—also we’re out of milk.”

۶ৎ always has a hand on you. Thigh, waist, pinky, shoulder, doesn’t matter. Even if it’s just brushing against you on the train, he’s gonna make sure you feel he’s there :

“Do I have to let go?”

“You’re hugging my leg while I’m washing dishes.”

“So… no?”

۶ৎ never misses the opportunity to surprises you with back hugs with his arms around your waist whenever he feels like 

۶ৎ dramatic as hell when you're affectionate first 

۶ৎ genuinely hypes you up like you’re his celebrity crush :

“You’re telling me YOU chose to date me?? That’s so crazy. How did I pull such fine shyt??”

TAESAN ✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ ˚

۶ৎ writes you lyrics when he can't express his feelings verbally 

۶ৎ does your chores when you're overwhelmed without making a big deal out of it 

۶ৎ sends you good morning/goodnight texts that are never the same or copy-paste

۶ৎ loves making you flustered, then pretending he’s innocent :

“You look cute when you’re mad. Should I annoy you more?”

“Dongmin.”

“Not a no.”

۶ৎ defends you in conversations when you're not around if anybody tries talking bad about you 

۶ৎ slips your name into lyrics he's working on and pretends it's a coincidence :

“Dongmin, this is literally our inside joke in verse two.”

“Oh, weird, huh? ☺️” 

۶ৎ hums your favourite songs when he thinks you can't hear him 

۶ৎ remembers every important date and celebrates all milestones, big or small 

۶ৎ knows when you’re lying and loves to call you out :

“I’m not jealous.”

“You changed the subject and flared your nostrils. That’s your tell, babe.”

“Do you study me or something?”

“24/7. Get with the program.”

۶ৎ this man teases you more than Jaehyun but that's just his way of showing his undying love for you ~

۶ৎ leaves you voice messages when he knows you’re too tired to talk :

“You don’t have to reply. I just wanted you to hear my voice. I love you.”

۶ৎ keeps one earbud in at all times just in case you send a voice note. If it’s a voice message, he’ll pause everything to listen, even if he’s mid-writing lyrics

LEEHAN ✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ ˚

۶ৎ gives you his full attention when you speak, like you're the most fascinating person in the world 

۶ৎ shares the most random thoughts : 

“Do you think fish get jealous?”

“...Jealous of what?”

“Like… other fish with cooler scales. Or the ones that get fed first.”

“Donghyun what—”

“Anyway, if I were a fish, I’d be jealous of whoever got to swim next to you.”

۶ৎ gets pouty when you tease him, but lets you win anyway.

۶ৎ draws little doodles of you and him as corydoras fish : 

“This one’s you.”

“Why do I look nervous?”

“Because you’re next to me and you just realized how much you like me.”

“...Donghyun.”

“Hang on, let me give you heart eyes. There. Fixed.”

۶ৎ shares his hobbies with you and gets genuinely excited when you show interest 

۶ৎ teaches you about his interest (fishies! 🐠) with endless patience 

۶ৎ starts learning your favourite hobbies too so you can do them together 

۶ৎ Absentmindedly plays with your hands. Twirls your ring. Taps on your fingers like a keyboard. Draws little shapes on your palm : 

“You have the cutest hands. Very holdable!”

۶ৎ wants to do everything together with you, even the boring stuff :

“Wanna go grocery shopping with me?”

“You just went yesterday.”

“Yeah but you weren’t with me, so it was lame.”

۶ৎ spoils you with food and loves watching you eat like it's his favourite hobby because he wants you to eat well

۶ৎ enjoys taking long walks with you just to have uninterrupted time together 

۶ৎ shares weird animal facts as a way of showing affection : 

"Did you know penguins propose with pebbles? I found you a cool rock today. It reminded me of you…kind of oddly shaped but very special.”

WOONHAK ✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ ˚

۶ৎ randomly piggybacks you everywhere 

۶ৎ gives you his hoodies and gets happy when he sees you wearing them 

۶ৎ starts fake arguments just to get your attention : 

“Why would you rank mint choco above cookies and cream???”

“Because it tastes good???”

“You can’t be trusted. Don’t talk to me.”

...10 seconds later

“Wanna try mine though?”

۶ৎ posts unflattering pics of you on social media with stupid captions

۶ৎ says random sweet things when you least expect it 

۶ৎ the type to point directly at you and say "this one's for you" and try to shoot the ball into the hoop and miss miserably 💀

۶ৎ doesn't want to admit it but he's very big on physical touch, holding pinkies, resting his chin on your head, throwing an arm around you

۶ৎ if you sit on the floor, he will lie on you :

“Woonhak you’re heavy—”

“You’re soft.”

۶ৎ shares his food automatically with you, even his favourites 

۶ৎ chaotic dates >>> romantic dates :

 → Arcade nights where he tries to win you a plushie and refuses to leave until he does

→ Supermarket speed runs where you split the list and compete

→ “Let’s cook dinner together!” (and by cook he means burn half the kitchen)

۶ৎ is weirdly obsessed with your laugh :

“Can you do that thing again?”

“What thing?”

“That sound you made when you snorted mid-laugh. That’s my new ringtone.”

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[theshiniestgemstone]

You know when Kelvin was doing the whole ‘lust busting’ thing. What if Gideon and reader were in one of the stores buying things and Kelvin happened to see them.

“Cock ring?” you asked, tapping the plastic package on the wall display. It made a hollow sound, like a toy in a vending machine, bright red font staring back at you.

Gideon snorted and shook his head, squeezing your hand. “Pass.”

You wandered further down the aisle together, eyes wide. What you both had assumed for years was an abandoned warehouse, all dusty windows and industrial grunge from the outside, was apparently a fully functioning, neon-lit labyrinth of every sex toy imaginable. The lighting buzzed overhead, faintly pink-tinted, casting strange shadows across the rows of silicone and leather.

There were walls covered in vibrators. Some slim and pastel, others bulky with handles and attachments you couldn’t even begin to name. Handcuffs in every color. A full rack of ball gags. Shelves stacked with things that looked like props from a medieval dungeon. You half expected to find a manual labeled “Sex Tech: Beginner to Advanced.”

You stopped in front of a glittery display of remote-controlled toys, blinking at the price tags.

“I feel like we’re amateurs,” you muttered.

Gideon gave a crooked smile. “We’ve got the bullet. And those handcuffs from Spencer’s.”

You rolled your eyes. “The one that Shelly gave me that came with the fuzzy dice and novelty penis straws?”

“They work!” he said defensively, bumping his shoulder into yours. “You should know.”

You laughed, until your eyes landed on something a little further down.

“Jesus Christ,” you whispered, stepping closer to the display. A hot pink dildo stood proudly on its stand, comically huge, and easily the length of your forearm, definitely thicker. “That thing is huge.”

Gideon followed your gaze and his eyes widened.

“No fucking way people actually use that,” you said, your voice halfway between disbelief and admiration.

“Maybe it’s for decoration,” he offered weakly.

You looked at him. “A statement piece?”

He shrugged. “Conversation starter.”

You stared at it for another beat, trying to imagine the logistics.

“Nope,” you said finally, grabbing his hand again. “That’s a one-way ticket to the ER.”

Gideon grinned, tugging you gently along to the next aisle, where a row of feather ticklers fluttered under the AC vent like they were beckoning you over.

You and Gideon had been active for nearly two years now. It wasn’t uncommon for one of you to need a little help. You had a bullet vibrator you bought in college, quiet yet powerful. The handcuffs had been a gag gift that ended up serving a better purpose, hung on a commend strip behind the headboard for easy access. And, there were exactly two bottles of lube that lived in the nightstand, which was the purpose of today’s trip. You rounded the next corner, still riding the mix of curiosity and amusement, when your steps faltered.

Your eyes widened. “Oh,” you breathed, coming to a full stop.

A towering shelf, almost reverent in height, stood in front of you lined top to bottom with DVDs. Bright, flashy covers. Bare skin. Glossy lettering. Titles like Backdoor Brides 7 and Clownin’ Around 2: Squeaky Clean Holes. One had a woman in a cowboy hat straddling what looked like a mechanical bull. Another was just a close-up of feet.

You glanced at Gideon, then back at the covers, heat rising to your face. “I… didn’t know they still made DVDs. It’s free online.”’

He leaned in, reading a spine out loud. “Muff Busters: Paranormal Invasion.”

You clapped a hand over your mouth, snorting.

“Some couples watch porn together,” you said, trying to sound casual, though your voice came out a little higher than usual. “It’s supposed to, like, build intimacy. Get ideas. Or whatever.”

Gideon raised his eyebrows, clearly intrigued. “Yeah? Is that something you’re into? Watching porn?”

“Sometimes.” You nodded, eyes still flicking across the titles. “Not that I- I mean, I don’t sit down with a bowl of popcorn or anything- it has a pur-“

He didn’t let you finish. He reached up and grabbed the most ridiculous box within reach: Assassins: Thicc and Lethal. The cover featured two women in leather catsuits, holding pistols and standing in front of a fiery explosion, cleavage out, boots thigh-high.

“This one’s probably plot-heavy,” he deadpanned.

You covered your face with both hands. “Gideon.”

“Oh, wait, Chunky Junk in Grandma’s Trunk?” He held it up like he’d won a prize at the fair. “This feels… important. Historically.”

You were wheezing now, doubled over slightly. “Stop.”

He grinned. “We could do a whole film festival. Like, Porn and Pizza Night.”

“Gideon?”

You both turned slowly, hands still full of the raunchiest DVD titles you could’ve possibly grabbed, Assassins: Thicc and Lethal in one hand, Chunky Junk in Grandma’s Trunk in the other, only to find Kelvin and Keefe standing there like they'd caught you in church stealing from the offering plate.

Kelvin’s arms were stacked full of assorted sex toys. Feathered ticklers, fuzzy restraints, a suspiciously shaped pump, and something that looked like a riding crop. Keefe stood beside him with a cardboard box nearly overflowing with lube bottles and vibrating rings.

“Hey,” you said quickly, your voice cracking slightly as you slowly returned the DVD to the shelf like it might explode. “What are y’all doing here?”

“Buying out their filth,” Kelvin said with pride, like he was on a holy crusade. “Purging the sin from this city.”

You blinked. “Right. Of course.”

“And you guys?” Kelvin added, squinting at the evidence in your hands.

Keefe gently bumped his elbow. “I don’t think this is an answer you want, brother.”

You opened your mouth. Closed it. Tried again. “We came to help,” you offered, weakly. “Saw your car outside and-“

“Keefe drove,” Kelvin interrupted, suddenly.

You stared. There was a pause. A tense one. Gideon slowly set down Muff Busters: Paranormal Invasion.

“Cool,” he said finally, nodding.

“Cool,” Kelvin echoed, a little too loudly.

Keefe looked at all four of you. “So… should we pretend we didn’t see each other?”

You exhaled, relieved. “Yes, please.”

Kelvin huffed and turned on his heel, muttering, “Don’t forget the point of this mission,” as he disappeared around the aisle, Keefe trailing behind with the box balanced on his hip.

Gideon looked at you once they were gone. “We’re never doing this again."

"Agreed."

[lesbiansruledawurld]

thinking about gymratgf!abby and how you two are on opposite sides of the gym you both visit frequently together, you being too intimidated to go in the weight lifting section so you decline every time she challenges you to a bench press. she finds out of course but its whatever because she promises you that you wont need to lift a finger...

by spotting her!

on a mini tour of this unfamiliar section you watch as she show's you the different types of weights and weight machines and what they're used for. she puts the weights on the bar as you read the label '50' on all four of them. how she is able to flip and throw you around like it's nothing makes sense now.

"okay, all you gotta do is hold your hands over the bar and make sure it doesn't kill me..alright"

you shake your head in understanding as you hold your hands over the bar and keep focus on wherever abby's go. you literally are not that focused though due to the determined yet casual look on her face. the sweat beads from previous workouts coming back as abby pumped the bar up and down. huffs and groans came from her mouth as she pushed through the lifts. her face now going into complete focus. you can't help that your girlfriend is literally built by aphrodite herself and don't even start on her body, muscles she's been working on since sophomore year as she constantly to brag to you from time to time.

"hello?!"

you didn't realize how long you were spacing out until abby started to complain. you help her lift the bar over her head and onto the rest.

"im sorry i wasn't paying attention i-"

"was looking at me."

cutting you off abby chuckled and sat up, you walked around now waiting for her to follow suit. taking big gulps from her water bottle the excess dripping down her chin to her neck. she wipes her mouth and again catches you in a haze.

"two times in a row, geez you want my number or something"

you playfully push her and roll your eyes walking away she gets a chance to get a good stare in too, watching you walk away from her in the new workout shorts you decided to wear this go round. whistling to herself she catches up to you wrapping an arm around your waist and leaning into your ear to whisper:

"i think i got a way better workout at home that'll get you sweating bullets gorgeous"

ogie bye :p

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

Something Borrowed

Pairing: Tom Bennett (World on Fire) x f!reader Warnings: Smut. Word count: ~1.5k Summary: An addition to Best Intentions. Read as a standalone, if you'd like.

Author's note: A birthday gift for @hoosbandewan - husband Tom on your birthday. Happy birthday, Erin! No tag list. Follow @fics-by-ewanmitchellcrumbs and turn on post notifications. Community labels are for cops.

“God’s got bigger things to worry about than me makin’ an honest woman outta ya,” Tom had told her with a wink. “Besides, the money we save we can put towards a bigger do. Would rather everyone have a few beers and sarnies to celebrate, than sit in a stuffy church with their arses going to sleep.”

That had settled it. Her and Tom were to have a registry office wedding, with a reception at The Ducie Arms afterwards. 

Even without money being as tight as it is she knows that this is what they would always have chosen. It’s just irrevocably them. Theirs is not a love born of grand gestures and material possessions. They share a soul connection, a lifetime of scraped knees, shared sweets, building their lives around each other, growing together. They are already two halves of the same whole, this is simply the string that ties it all together.

Despite keeping the ceremony itself modest, she feels like a princess as she stands in front of the mirror, her mum behind her fastening the last few buttons on the back of her wedding dress, as she places the last of the pins in her hair.

They’d gotten a deal at the haberdashery on some end cuts of lace and satin, and her mum had worked her magic with her sewing machine. The dress looks shop bought.

She smiles as she smooths her hands over the skirt, taking in the high neckline and draped sleeves, grateful that she’d woken early enough to clasp herself into the lingerie and slip that lies beneath - a wedding night treat for Tom - before her mum had arrived to help her get ready.

It had been a struggle to get out of bed that morning. Her mum, Lois and Connie had all popped round to the flat the previous evening to make sandwiches for the reception. She’d been half way through spreading margarine on a slice of bread when Connie had produced a bottle of gin from her bag.

“Well, if Tom and the rest of the lads are all at the pub, why shouldn’t we?” Connie had asked with a smile as Lois had rushed to get glasses down from the kitchen cupboard.

The pounding in her head the next day tells her exactly why she shouldn’t have. She wonders if Tom is in as much of a sorry state as she is. Thankfully, her make-up does a good job of hiding it.

Tom has called in a favour with a customer at the garage, so she can travel to the registry office in style. She has to stifle a laugh behind her hand as the sleek black motorcar pulls up outside the shop to pick her up. It’s the exact same one that her and Tom had vigorously made up in the back of.

As she slides onto the seat, gathering her skirt so that it doesn’t catch in the door, the memory of Tom laying between her thighs replays in her mind, causing her skin to heat up.

“Everything alright?” Her mum asks, climbing in next to her. “You look a bit flustered.”

She blinks, swallowing and nodding, startled out of her reverie. “Yeah, Mum, bit nervous is all.”

Tom stops fidgeting with his tie knot the moment he sees her, a grin spreading across his face as she walks towards him and the registrar. He lets out a low whistle as she stops beside him, turning to face him. She bows her head, giggling. She feels like a school girl all over again.

Time seems to stand still for her as she gazes into Tom’s blue eyes, not really registering the words being spoken, or the vows she utters in response, fixated only on Tom’s beaming smile. Once more he is that little boy, face full of sunshine and the sweetest little rabbit teeth she’s ever seen. 

Except now he is hers. Her husband. She is a wife.

“Fuckin’ finally,” Tom mutters, surging forward once they are told they can kiss.

He grasps the back of her neck, pressing his lips to hers in a motion that steals the air from her lungs. She wraps her arms around his shoulders, smiling into it, her heart fluttering just as it had the first time they’d ever kissed. In a way, this is a first too, the first of many things they’ll share as a married couple.

“Hello, Mrs. Bennett,” he whispers against her lips when they finally part for breath.

The words have heat pooling between her legs almost instantly. She is certain she’ll never tire of hearing them.

As everyone heads in the direction of The Ducie Arms, she is confused when Tom pulls her back in the direction of the shop.

“What you doing?” She asks, brow furrowing as she resists his gentle tug on her arm.

“Left something in the flat, need to go back for it,” he tells her, nodding his head in the direction he wants to go.

“Can’t you just quickly go back for it on your own, and meet me at the pub?”

He shakes his head, tugging at her hand again. “Need you to help me, come on.”

She sighs, relenting and allowing him to pull her along. “We’re gonna be late to our own wedding reception.”

Tom smirks, glancing sideways at her. “They’ll wait, they have to.”

As soon as they’re home, he’s upon her, backing her up towards the bedroom as his hands grasp her waist and his lips find hers.

She giggles between hurried kisses, their breaths intermingling. “Is this what you forgot then?”

Tom pushes her back against the mattress, placing hot, opened mouthed kisses against her throat. “You look so good in that dress, darlin’, couldn’t wait any longer.”

She gasps as her hands slide up her skirt, bunching it at her hips. He leans back, arching a brow appreciatively at the white lingerie he finds beneath. His fingers hook beneath the strap that attaches her stocking to her garter belt and pull back slightly before letting go. It snaps against the flesh of her thigh, making her squeal.

“Tommy, we can’t!” She protests. “I’m wearing things that I won’t be able to put back on if you take them off.”

“Why ever would I take ‘em off?” He asks mockingly, cocking his head. “It’d be a waste.”

She whines as, forcefully, he pushes the gusset of her knickers to one side, swiping through her slick folders, grinning at the wetness he finds. “Gonna make us late to our own wedding reception with this. Naughty, naughty.”

Writhing against the bed, she no longer cares for her fancy lingerie, or if she rumples her dress, not when she hears the metallic clink of Tom’s belt buckle opening. The noise travels straight to her core, causing her to clench around nothing, until finally he’s lining himself up against her entrance and pressing inside. No matter how many times her and Tom make love she’ll never get used to the exquisite torture of that first initial stretch. It robs her of all coherent thought every time, only able to focus on the feeling of him pushing her walls apart.

She expects him to be quick and brutal with her, but he stills once he’s fully inside, resting his forehead against hers. It’s comforting to have him this close, just to feel the weight of him.

As she runs her hands down his back, met with the wiry yet solid expanse of muscle, she’s taken back to a time when he first returned from France and was so thin she could feel every vertebrae in his spine. This is testament to how far he’s come, how far they’ve come; not just the weight he’s put back on, but that he’s healed enough to be in a place where can be someone’s husband, and he has chosen to be hers.

Feeling a prickle of tears in her eyes, she blinks them back, feeling embarrassed when one strays its way down her cheek, until she looks back up into Tom’s eyes to see his are similarly wet.

He holds her close, he takes his time with her. It’s gentle, unhurried, and full of love.

“I love you, Mrs. Bennett,” he whispers to her.

They are late to their reception, but met with rapturous applause as they enter through the pub doors nonetheless. They drink lager, and eat spam sandwiches, and Tom treads on her feet when they attempt to slow dance to ‘Sentimental Journey’ by Doris Day. She can’t imagine a more perfect evening, that is until Tom guides her outside.

They walk back towards the wall, their wall and Tom helps her up onto it, before sitting beside her. Her legs don’t dangle as high from the floor as they used to, and it’s odd to look down and see her legs draped in white lace, instead of littered with scrapes and bruises.

She grins when she turns to Tom, watching as he produces a paper bag of sherbet straws from his inside jacket pocket. “Just wanted to say thanks for helping me with my maths homework fifteen years ago,” he says with a cheeky smile, “Mates, yeah?”

Warmth spreads throughout her chest as she leans against him, resting her head on his shoulder. “Always.”

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Brahmim Milk can have some side effects

This was written for @mothgirlantennae as a favor What to expect: cow tf, multiboob , udder growth, a lot of milking, enjoy! It started with an underground bunker. Felt like life kept throwing Eli somewhere underground, like it was telling her something. But any thoughts about that were left at the entrance of this god-forsaken place. Super mutants littered the entrance, inside raiders coming out of the walls. Whatever could be worth fighting for inside there was leaving behind an ocean of blood, and in the middle of it was Eli, doing her experiment if curiosity really did kill the cat.

A door, a dumbass door was worth dying for to these monsters, and all it would cost Eli was a few bullet wounds, enough stimpacks to bring back a skeleton to life, and a couple hundred rounds of ammunition. If anything, at least the weapons salvaged from the skirmish would turn a profit. Removing whatever pile of meat covered the access panel, and some fiddling later, the familiar sound of hydraulics revealed the true prize of this blood bath.

"moooo", that was the prize, A couple of dozen Brahmim littered the large area, salvaged vault sunlights above, dozen of water throughs and hay bales, fruits, vegetables, anything an animal could ever want. Milking machines littered the area, pre-war ones, and a Mr. Handy roamed the area, caring for the cows, and cleaning up any messes. All Eli could do was lean to a wall, and laugh, that her life was almost lost for a room full of brahmim, that the sea of corpses died for some dumbass brahims. They slammed their first on the closet surface at the sheer absurdity of it all, a table, followed by the sound of glass clinking. A dozen or so empty glass bottles of milk, reminiscent of those pre-war ones, next to the table a dozen or so refrigerators. Rows and rows of milk, and corked and ready for transport, fresh and cold. Onhje fridge stood out, a nuka colo branded fridge, filled with milk bottles labeled "Grade R Mik". Grtabbing a bottle, and taking a seat, Eli thought how much all this milk could help with the settlement morale, and being fresh and cold, could sell for a good amount. But the bottle of Grade R, something was special about it. It's healing and was quadruple that of the rest of the milk, and it could satisfy the hunger and thirst better than most full meals. +10 to endurance and strength, 100 more carry weight, all at the cost of 100 rads. A practical super food, one bottle could help make anyone worth a hundred or so wastelanders, spicey settlers. Eli decided she grabbed every bottle, regular and R, and would figure out on the way back home permanent planes for this place. But life played a prank, 100 pounds over-encumbered as if it was telling her to drink the damn bottle of Grade R. She could, however, she could picture her companions scolding her after what happened the last time she ate something she found that was too good to be true. "Perfectly preserved pie my ass," she said out loud, remembering the pain and the criticism she received afterward. But fortune favors the brave! A cork pop later, Eli was on her way, leaving behind Brahmim, Mr. Handy, and a barrel of something leaking into one water throuf with a barrel, the letter f shown.

The hot summer sun-blasted Eli on her journey, that bastard, not to mention the effects of the Grade R ran out a minute or so ago. An abandoned house nearby gave shelter to the wasteland sun. She took off her pack, but it was still too damn hot. Checking around for anyone nearby, she stripped down, hoping it would help with the heat, nothing a cold glass of milk wouldn't fix. But in the heat, she failed to notice she grabbed a bottle of grade R milk and chugged it right away. It helped for a moment, a refreshing sigh as she sat down on the table, but the heat hit her again, even more unbearable. Except…this one was more concerted. She could feel the heat building up in her chest like something was trying to escape. She took a look at her pip-boy, seeing if maybe she caught something along the way, but all it read was "Brahmim effect".

Brahmim effect? What the hell was that, but before she could even yell at the damn thing for its nonsense, the heat came full force. She grabbed her chest, the sensitivity out of this world. She massaged her tits, trying to give them some relief, but something was wrong. It felt, as if the more she massaged, the bigger they got, but the heat became weaker. She could feel it in her hands, they grew and grew in them, going from her one modest bust to more the size of small melons, and it wasn't stopping. She tried to stop, but it just made the heat come back. She could only watch as they grew and grew, and she had to admit, it was pretty hot. But the feeling of something fuzzy started to touch and grow, her hands growing a layer of red fur, spreading down from her hands, up her arms, but it didn't matter, her breasts needed attending. She could feel them as they grew more and more, her fingers even played with her nipples, almost like clay in her hands as she made them bigger and bigger, almost like teats. The heat died down as they grew to their final size, the size of pumpkins her best guess, stretching her top to its limits before a loud rip launched it away. She finally was able to rest, but the fur had spread to her torso by then.

After such an intense massage, she needed more, more pleasure, more of this, change. She took her hands and slid them down her chest, hoping to feel whatever was new about her, and she was met with two new nipples, below her enlarged breasts. She touched them, and though small, they were sensitive. She bit her lip, was she really going to embrace the changes, to give in to the pleasure? Something told her to stop and find a doctor or something, maybe this was reversible. But something else told her to embrace it, whats the worst that could happen? The pleasure called for help, and she answered the call. She squeezed the nipples, toyed with them, and just like before two small lumps started to grow, another set of udders, no breasts, of course. She squeezed and toyed and massaged her new growing pair of breasts, sometimes brushing the fur that had started to cover her torso, as it started to spread bellow and above. The only words coming out of her were "more" as she changed more and more. She could feel as she grew taller, stronger, bigger, a side effect of the bovine nature of this. The chair creaked as the weight added on, her underwear started to give out and her ass started to grow. But all it did was add to the pleasure, making her knead and mold her breasts even more, growing and growing as she did, the pleasure even going to her head, the front of her face growing out, a small muzzle, the first words to escape?

"mooooo!" as Eli came, 4 pumpkin sized breasts on her, the chair gave out, and she fell to the ground, but her massive behind cushioned her fall, and anything else softened by the layer of fur that covered her body, as her cow ears flopped to the floor. ELi lay there, taking deep breaths at such an intense session. She looked down to see her feet had been replaced by hooves, big ones, and she had just bought those new shoes. After some rest, she finally got up, her new form taking some time to get used to. She looked at herself, was this really her, a red Brahmin human thing, an ass big enough to count as a mooooon, and her chest looking like a pumpkin patch of boobs. But even with all the weight, it didn't feel that bad. But one thought ran through her head, "Where's the milk?"

She went to look more, finding 4 teats right above her crotch, closer to her stomach area. Another side effect, but she knew the drill. She chose something more solid this time to sit on as she started to milk away her teats. Thankfully, instead of another 4 pairs of boobs, she was met with one big pink one, with all 4 teats attached to it. But as it grew, it got heavier and heavier, and the more she tried to milk it, to get whatever was inside out of there. She tried and tried, it got bigger and bigger, close to watermelon-sized, and when it couldn't grow anymore, with one more motion, milk spurted out of her udder, each tug made another stream of milk spurt, one by one she tugged each one, letting stream after stream spur out, all while her mind melted from pleasure, and a loud mooo came out of her.

She doesn't remember how long she was in that place, or how much milk she drank, thankfully this time no Grade R, but a good amount of regular milk. Using whatever scraps of clothes she had on hand, she constructed something to cover herself up, grabbed her pack, which felt considerably lighter now, and went on her merry way back home. A quick explanation to the guards, a long lecture by friends, and a couple of new refrigerators later, Eli finally lay in her room, in a bed that could barely fit her. She thought about what this milk could do, make people like her, super hucow beings, but maybe that was too much for the world to handle, but she had to think about it, the sounds of joy from fresh milk filling her new cow ears as people drank the regular cold milk. She thought back to when she transformed, and how good it felt, how much pleasure it was, how good it felt to be milked, she could feel herself getting turned on by the thoughts, but being back home, she didn't need to go it alone. She just hoped whoever helped her had the stamina to help, if not, well, she's got plenty of milk to restore that stamina~~~

[bruisedboys]

hey, congrats!! totally deserved AND your celly theme is super cute!! So so so sorry this is super long

SPIDERHEAD, drabbles ─── send in a thought/headcanon you have about a character and I’ll expand on it in a drabble!

This is totally self indulgent but!! Hobie is such a craft guy. It’s totally punk, obviously, DIY that shit!! He maybe won’t call them dates out loud, because labels or something, but he invites you on crafting dates, he’s got boxes of materials and trinkets—beads, buttons, bottle caps, sewing supplies, glue, you name it. Crafting dates are the greatest because making things with/for people you really like can be so intimate

I’ve also been spending my last few days making pins, and tonight, I accidentally sliced my fingertips with an exacto—I think Hobie’s crafting supplies and his suspiciously well-stocked first aid supplies are near eachother for convenience when crafting and totally not because he has a super secret spider-man alter ego

no because ur so right anon

hobie brown is such a crafty guy!!!! you would think he thinks it’s lame and nerdy cos he’s such a cool guy but honestly he thinks it’s totally punk. he for sure is always cutting up his clothes, adding pins to them, making them look better and more unique because why would you want to dress the same as everyone else? he has a bunch of unfinished projects around his place, a vest he was adding patches to or a pair of jeans he was drawing spiderwebs all over in permanent marker but never got round to finishing. sometimes he’ll buy something just for the sake of cutting it up and ruining it (aka, making it better).

when he finds out you’re into crafts too — maybe he compliments a piece of jewellery you’re wearing and you beam, all thanks!! I made it!!! — hobie is immediately smitten. he’s like woah! that’s sick, can you teach me? (cos he’s totally smooth like that. he’s been watching you from across the pub all night and this is the perfect excuse for a ‘date’), and of course you say yes — if a pretty boy like hobie is asking to spend time with you you’re not gonna deny him.

you end up going to his place, and you bring some of your own supplies of course, but he surprisingly already has so. much. stuff. beads and wire, buttons and string, scraps of fabric, a janky old sewing machine that was probably second-hand but it does the job!! you teach him how to make earrings and you both end up making a whole bunch of them and then when you’re done he gives you his favourite pair, claiming pretty jewellery needs a pretty face to go with it :))

after that, craft dates become a regular thing with you and him. you make all sorts of things together, taking turns teaching each other the skills you already have. or sometimes you’ll be doing your own separate projects but in the same room, hobie’s music playing in the corner while he works on a pair of patchwork jeans and you work on a crochet top. after a few of these ‘dates’, hobie asks you out with a handmade necklace that holds one of his guitar picks on the chain. of course you say yes and keep the necklace forever and ever!!!!

also yes he absolutely has a first aid kit on hand. not so much for himself, usually when he cuts himself or pokes himself with a sewing needle he’ll just let it bleed lmao. but once you start coming over more he’ll make sure it’s always fully stocked. and when you hurt yourself, even if it’s just a tiny paper cut or something, he’ll dote on you, kiss it better, and wrap it in a spiderman bandaid <3

[my-marvel]

How I'd Make The MCU: 2011's Iron Man 2: Armor Wars

1. Movie open with Iron Man stopping a weapons deal between A.I.M. and Lucia von Bardas, a representative of Doctor Doom. He blows up the shipment and defeats the A.I.M. agents, telling Lucia, "Tell your King next time he tries to buy my stolen tech, he'll need a cast over that mask."

2. The plot of the movie is Stark's Iron Man, repulsor, and arc reactor technology has been proliferating amongst the black market and he's trying to figure out how and who's responsible. Back at his home in Malibu, he's working on a new version of armor, this one heavily armored and armed. Unfortunately, the palladium within his arc reactor is seeping into his bloodstream. A detail is a spilled bottle of pills on his counter, the bottle labeled "a gift from a concerned scientist -- R.R. PHD" Implying Mr. Fantastic has developed a drug to help him stave off the palladium poisoning until he can find a more permanent solution.

3. Meanwhile, a HYDRAbot attacks the UN during a full General Assembly and Tony rushes over to stop it. It drops a squadron of HYDRA goons and three HYDRA dreadnaughts. Iron Man is able to defeat the goons, but struggles with the Dreadnaughts. A scan shows they're using repulsor tech, HIS TECH. He defeats all three Dreadnaughts, then S.H.I.E.L.D. shows up, wearing exosuits that also have repulsor tech. Turns out one Dreadnaughts wasn't truly dead and it pops back up, and Iron Man's call out to get down is interpreted as hostility, so now he has to incapacitate the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents while fully killing the Dreadnaught.

4. After the battle, Iron Man flies into the Helicarrier's bridge (he just goes through the viewport) and gets into an argument with Fury. The repulsor tech was from a weapons deal back when STARK Industries still did military contracts. Tony says if HYDRA has his tech, then that means S.H.I.E.L.D. is compromised. Maria is hostile, Fury is not as hostile.

5. Tony goes to his buddy Rhodes on the phone and he and Rhodes start going through the list of possible leaks for his tech. First they check Hammer Tech, who are as incompetent as ever, but it does give Tony an idea on who may have first gotten them out. They manage to find the Ten Rings, the terrorist organization that kidnapped Tony in Iron Man 1, and the paper trail reveals they'd recovered his blueprints from when he'd built the MK1 (IN A CAVE WITH A BOX OF SCRAPS) and sold them off. Buyer No. 1: Advanced Idea Mechanics. Tony goes to investigate, finding Scientist Supreme overseeing the creation of Iron Man drones. He's about to go kick ass, but is swiftly stopped by M.O.D.O.K. who incapacitates Tony. Tony is then stripped of his armor, but not before telling Jarvis to engage the Luigi Protocol (Get it? Cause Rhodey is his Player 2?). Turns out M.O.D.O.K. has been using STARK Industries tech stolen over the years to build an arsenal of advanced weapons and Iron Man Drones to take over the world.

6. As per the Luigi Protocol, Rhodey is given control of the War Machine armor Tony was working on earlier. He attacks the A.I.M. base, freeing Tony and the two go on to defeat M.O.D.O.K. and destory the A.I.M. Drones and capture M.O.D.O.K. 

7. Movie ends with them taking M.O.D.O.K. to the Baxter Building. Where Reed Richards takes them into the Negative Zone and into Station 42, an extradimensional prison where they've been rounding up all the villains that escaped the Big House back in Ant-Man and the Wasp. And who else but Hank Pym and Janet Van Dyne are the wardens. The facility is Hank's plan to rehabilitate the prisoners, using an advanced AI powered robot based on his brain waves: Ultron.

8. Throughout the movie, Tony struggles with the idea that this may be his last mission because of the palladium poisoning. His motivation for all of this is he doesn't want his legacy to be the proliferation of his weapons and tech amongst the world's worst people. He does much of the same research and discovery we see in Iron Man 2 of our timeline, including finding the heartfelt message from Howard Stark saying Tony was his greatest creation. The post credit scene is Tony discovering the element then implementing it into his arc reactor, curing his palladium poisoning.

[warpedlegacywrites]

For the DADWC: "I drank every sky that I could," from the Florence + The Machine lyrics prompt list, for Dorian Pavus?

Happy @dadrunkwriting! Have an adorable scene of Dorian and Cullen hiding from a party at Skyhold and drinking on the battlements!

Dorian storms down the hall of Skyhold as fast as he can without looking like he’s hurrying. He estimates he’ll have maybe until the next bells before anyone notices he’s missing, and he wants to savor every moment of freedom he can. Much as he normally relishes the chance to be everyone’s favorite exotic curiosity, tonight’s crowd is especially voracious.  He pushes through the final door and emerges into the frosty night air, breathing the cold deep into his lungs. Yes, tonight is a night for solitude. Contemplative, constructive. Quiet.  The battlements are mostly empty, sparing the odd soldier on patrol. Dorian storms past all of their stiff salutes without so much as making eye contact. Perhaps his impending departure and proceeding journey home has lowered his tolerance for being the center of attention, but tonight he really just wants to be alone— He comes up short just as he rounds a corner and nearly trips over Cullen, leaning forward between crenelations, propped on his elbows and gazing out at the vast, white emptiness below. He might have anyway, at the rate he was going, if the foul-smelling smoke from his pipe hadn’t warned him just in time.  Cullen looks up in surprise at the dramatic near-collision, pulling the pipe from his mouth. He blinks once, twice, and then shock melts into wry humor.  “You too?” he asks. 

Dorian takes a moment to straighten and readjust his stance, trying to reclaim some of his laconic charm and cover up his malcontent. 

“I only needed a moment to catch my breath,” he says, coming around Cullen to lean with his back to the view and crossing his arms. “These people are relentless.” 

“Tell me about it.” Cullen’s eyes roll dramatically, and he returns to puffing at the pipe and admiring the view. 

Uh-oh. There’s that grumpy tone that Dorian has come to associate with the intrepid Commander’s darker moods. Even at a glance, it’s plain to see the broody shadow over his face. 

“You’re not about to hurl yourself over the battlements, are you?” Dorian asks, only half-joking. 

“Not yet,” comes Cullen’s flat response. 

“Good. The Inquisitor would be so disappointed in me if I let you deprive her of another dance.” 

“What’s disappointing is how difficult it is to find a good Fereldan ale tonight.”

Josephine had left standing orders that not so much as a single hops leaf be allowed within sniffing distance of the main keep, where it might offend the delicate sensibilities of a few dozen of her little Antivan merchant court. 

“That’s because ‘good Fereldan ale’ is an oxymoron.” Hmm. Can an oxymoron be more than two words? Ah well, Cullen’s not likely to care. 

“Don’t tell me you actually prefer that syrupy mess they’re serving in there?”

Dorian scoffs. “I should hope you think better of me than that.” And he pulls forth from the folds of his robe the wine bottle he’d managed to smuggle away from one of the servants. And by smuggle, he means bribe. 

It’s a bottle of clear cordial made from some type of winter night-blooming flower Dorian only vaguely recalls are called something like “snowbells”. The label reads “Blissard” – a pun so terrible it should have landed its crafter in prison. But judging from how protectively the servant was hovering around the cupboard where it was stocked, Dorian is fairly certain it was well worth the loss of his second-favorite ring. 

Cullen glances at the label with one eyebrow raised in curiosity. “Is that one of the bottles Josephine has been so paranoid about? She better not catch you with it.”

Even better. “Catch us, my friend. I’m making you my partner in crime tonight.” 

He and Cullen share a grin as he pulls out the corkscrew he’d grabbed on his way out. The cork gives way with little trouble, unleashing a pleasant if sharp scent that reminds Dorian of flower petals. He takes an experimental sip, and immediately his tongue is awash with something dry and pinpoint-sharp, a cold burn that he feels sliding smoothly down his throat. A bit like drinking the sun-kissed sky in the midst of winter. 

He makes a pleased sound, and hands it to Cullen, who hesitates. “You’re really going to turn your nose up at this when you’ve already burned off half your taste buds with that?” Dorian points with his nose at the pipe. 

Cullen smirks, and takes the bottle, challenge accepted. He lifts it to his nose and sniffs, giving it a thoughtful frown, before taking a pathetically small sip. “Mm, that’s actually not bad.” 

He hands it back, and they trade it back and forth for a few rounds. Soon, Dorian can feel its effects tingling pleasantly in his extremities, and the relentless mountain winds don’t bother him nearly so much. It’s not the sort of thing they’d serve in Tevinter, and… surprisingly, that’s exactly why he likes it. 

Tevinter wines are so dry they’re more like scorched earth than sun-kissed flora. Which he normally quite enjoys – “a vintage that’s as sharp as his wit” is his favorite joke at parties. Where else will he be able to sample such a wide variety of flavors, from so many different skies? 

Vishante kaffas, he’s waxing poetic again. Usually a sign of melancholy. Better continue to drink about it. 

“You leave in the morning?” Cullen asks, in a deliberately casual tone. 

“That’s right.” Dorian takes another drink. “Within a fortnightI’ll be back to civilization at last. I can almost taste the sweet air of the Nocen Sea already.” 

“Have you said your goodbyes to Tess?” 

That’s the cordial – Cullen almost never lets his pet name for the Inquisitor slip in mixed company. Theresa never seems to mind when he does, though. 

“Haven’t had the chance yet. She’s been waylaid by Josephine’s cadre of accountants most of the night. Supposedly, it’s absolutely vital to the future of the Inquisition.” Dorian allows himself a sly sideways glance at Cullen. “I think she’s avoiding me.” 

Cullen smiles knowingly. “Don’t take it personally. That’s her default maneuver when avoiding her feelings.” 

“Oh, I take it as a compliment. The longer she avoids me, the more she’ll miss me.” 

“She’s not the only one.” 

Dorian gives him a skeptical look. “Andraste’s arse, you’re not about to get sentimental on me, are you? Because I’m suddenly strongly reconsidering sending you over the battlements after all.” 

Cullen laughs outright. “You wouldn’t dare risk Tess’s wrath.”

“I already risked it when I told her I was leaving.” 

He’s met with a canny stare. “Are you sure it’s her who’s doing the avoiding?”

Dorian’s breath hitches for just a beat, but he recovers quickly. “You see? This is why I’ve got to leave. Far too many of you know me far too well. I need to return to a place where no one has the slightest clue what’s actually going through my head.” 

It’s as close as he’ll ever come to an admission, and Cullen seems to recognize it, reclaiming the bottle with a victorious grin. 

“Far be it for me to ever claim to know what’s going through your head.” He drinks, and hands the bottle back. 

“There’s a good man.” 

Yes, he’s going to miss this place.

[disco-elysium-via-polls]

"I came in contact with the burnt out ruins of the past, lieutenant."

KIM KITSURAGI - "That does sometimes happen." He hands you the remains of your ledger.

Item Gained: Ledger of Failure and Hatred

KIM KITSURAGI - "You dropped this -- are you okay to proceed?"

"Let's solve this case." [Leave.]

Just nod. [Leave.]

+5 XP

Level up!

KIM KITSURAGI - "Good."

TUTORIAL AGENT - The Ledger of Failure and Hatred is a special item that can be used both as an INTERACTABLE and a TOOL equipped in your HELD slot for skill bonuses. Find it under the TOOLS tab in your INVENTORY.

LEDGER OF FAILURE AND HATRED - This is the same ledger you found in the trash, only *worse* somehow. It makes you think about the letter. About the woman's handwriting. About not wanting to get out of bed in the morning.

The Ledger gives us +1 Inland Empire, +1 Empathy, and -2 Authority. I probably won't be equipping it.

Interacting with the ledger simply opens the same dialogue menu as before.

WHITE MOURNING

Temporary research bonus: -1 Authority: Little guy gets further and further away

Research time: 5h

You see yourself from above. You’re passed out on the blue tiles of the hostel room floor. Even from this distance you can see your eyelids flutter -- at the mention of what? A great white object, letting out its sweet smell, like a Lily of the Valley. The little man’s forgotten its name, but he still remembers the feeling. And look, he moves! The feeling animates him. He instinctively reaches out for the feeling's best friend -- a bottle of Commodore Red. He puts on his disco clothes and gets smaller and smaller...

As you can see, we've opened up the top part of the Thought Cabinet This one is non-negotiable - I equip it immediately.

There's some things we can do now that we've rooted through the dumpster, and since we're already at Kim's Kineema...

COUPRIS KINEEMA - In the cabin you see a set of steering levers, a radio on a hook, a pull-out toolbox and the soft glow of the fuel pre-heater gauge.

"Kim, how do I turn on the headlights?"

KIM KITSURAGI - He turns the pre-heater on, waits, takes out his keys and says: "All right. Ready. I turn, you press START -- it's next to the pre-heater."

EMPATHY [Medium: Success] - He's downplaying his excitement -- the lieutenant is more than happy to show off his precious carriage.

Press ENGINE START.

COUPRIS KINEEMA - The dashboard lights up with orange glow. The rounds per minute gauge jumps and the engine of the Coupris Kineema comes to life with a whiny growl.

Press the button labelled HEADLIGHTS.

COUPRIS KINEEMA - The lights unfold with a little click, casting electrical light onto the ground before the vehicle.

KIM KITSURAGI - "There you go. I'll turn them off from the remote once you're done -- we just need to stand in front of the machine now."

5. Close the door. [Leave.]

INTERFACING - As you hold your ledger's clip under the headlamp, an iridescent hologram appears: a street grid and the veins of a great river. A familiar sensation washes over you...

KIM KITSURAGI - "There she is: Revachol West." There's a note of pride in the lieutenant's voice.

DAMAGED LEDGER - Around the borders of the watermark are dozens, no, *hundreds* of micro-perforations.

Look at the shimmering street grid.

Look at the perforations.

DAMAGED LEDGER - The rectangular watermark is overlaid with the logo of the RCM, and yet the major arteries of Revachol are all recognizable. They shimmer in the Kineema's headlights.

Wait... look around you.

"Where are we on this?" (Point to the halogen map.)

DAMAGED LEDGER - You catch a faint glimmer from a broken beer bottle. In the distance -- sounds. Two men engaged in a drunken argument, followed by the closing of some distant window.

KIM KITSURAGI - "Ah, Martinaise at night," he smells the air and says.

"Where are we on this?" (Point to the halogen map.)

KIM KITSURAGI - "Let me see." He takes the ledger for a moment and inspects it.

"Right here," he says, his finger near the top of the map, on a segment of coast jutting out into the great ocean.

"Seems nice."

"Seems like a shithole."

"I'm sure I've seen worse."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Oh yes. Coal City, Le Royaume, the Burnt Out Quarter..."

2. Look at the perforations.

DAMAGED LEDGER - There are many of them. And they are divided into three separate rows.

Tally up the different rows.

(Let's look at something else.)

DAMAGED LEDGER - The first row has 18 dots.

Not bad.

What about the next one?

DAMAGED LEDGER - Not bad for what? You don't even know what it means yet.

What about the next one?

DAMAGED LEDGER - The next is the longest. It runs all the way around the border and then some.

Count them individually.

DAMAGED LEDGER - There are so many it's hard to count. More than 150, at least. Maybe even 200.

What about the last row?

DAMAGED LEDGER - The last row has three perforations.

Three, that's it?

DAMAGED LEDGER - That's it.

3. "Hey, Kim, what do all these holes mean?" (Point to the dots on the watermark.)

KIM KITSURAGI - "Those are *perforations*. They represent your record as an officer of the RCM. They're your statistics, as it were. I should have guessed you'd keep a record, officers often do. Let's take a look..."

"The first row represents your years of service. *Eighteen* years? Okay -- not bad at all. What did you do before you volunteered?"

"Wait, *eighteen years* I've done this?"

"Got drunk like a megastar?"

"I walked the land telling whores and liars of the End to come. There are 9,855 days remaining."

"I was a hobo and I lived under a boat."

"Probably some boring office job. Same as everyone else."

"I feel like I just went around apologizing all the time."

"Do you really think I have any idea?"

KIM KITSURAGI - "That's what it says. I might've guessed even longer based on your age... what did you do all those blissful years of your youth?"