#Spunk Tablets

[regina-cordium]

Me: the fried rice (which is the quickest thing on the menu to make. I cannot stress that enough) shouldn’t be coming out 10, 15 minutes after everything else

Boss: well it wasn’t busy so I was talking to customers instead of cooking

Me, sweat literally running down my back because I’ve been running from the kitchen at the back of the restaurant to the front, carrying 2-3 orders at a time: Say That Again.

[slasherslittlesimp]

Loving Legends (Steve X Reader X Bucky)

Part Three

Tony spent an hour going through every file he could find on you and all of your social media pages. To say he was impressed with what he found would be an understatement. For the past few years you've been in the Democratic Republic of the Congo helping with their water shortage by donating hundreds of water packs along with volunteering to help build wells. There's a multitude of other projects you've helped with over the years as well.

You only returned recently from the Congo when you decided to move to New York. The only thing he couldn't find was how you came into the large sum of money you apparently have. Everything else was easy- age, address, medical records, etc. You seem like quite the upstanding citizen with your long list of achievements. It makes sense that you'd at least be America's Golden Boys soulmate.

Shortly after finishing his research, Tony is alerted by Friday that you're finally awake. He quickly swipes away everything on his screens before exiting his lab to head over to the medical bay. He's intrigued to finally get a chance to actually talk to you. He wants to ask some obvious questions that he's too nosy not to. He also needs to see how you feel about meeting the two old men you're destined to be with.

Upon entering the medical room, he spots you sitting up and chatting with Bruce who seems to be doing a final check to make sure you're fully healed up from the cradle. While the machine helps cell regrowth, it can still leave you feeling some pain or tenderness. Though from watching you easily rotate your shoulder he can tell that's not much of a concern.

Bruce notices him entering the room first, adjusting his glasses as he sets the tablet he was holding aside. "Ah, (Y/N), this is Tony Stark. Tony, this is (Y/N) (L/N)."

You perk up slightly, straightening out your slumped posture as you remain sitting on the edge of the cradle. "It's very nice to meet you, Mr. Stark. I just want to say thank you for saving me earlier. I'm sure things would've ended up a lot worse if you weren't there."

"Just call me Tony." He lazily waves his hand in the air as he approaches you. Grabbing a rolling chair, he moves it in front of you before sitting backwards on it with his arms crossed over the back. "And no need for thanks. I was just doing my job. Plus you helped out by risking yourself to let me get a shot on him though it was a pretty stupid move."

You blush slightly in embarrassment. "It was a heat of the moment decision that I probably could've thought out better but I must say that I regret nothing."

The corner of his lip quirks up a bit in an amused smirk. "I like you, kid. You've got spunk." You seem to relax a bit at his words so he continues. "Now, if you don't mind I have some questions for you."

Bruce rolls his eyes, knowing this is likely going to get very personal very quickly. "You don't have to answer anything, (Y/N)."

"It's fine, Bruce." You give him a reassuring smile before turning your attention back towards Tony. "You saved my life so the least I could do is answer some questions."

"Perfect! I'm sure you know that I've already searched your information?"

You nod. "I figured you would. I didn't think you'd trust bringing me here otherwise."

Tony decides not to tell you that he only looked you up after he already brought you here. "Of course. Now, there's a few things that I couldn't really find answers to, like how you got all your money that you use for charity. Mind explaining?"

"Inheritance."

Tony raises a brow, expecting you to explain further but you simply remain silent. "Touchy subject? That's fine. Let's move on to something more interesting. Like, for instance, the fact that you're the soulmate to two very old super soldiers. Did you move to New York to meet them?"

You sigh, slouching slightly. You should've known he'd figure it out. "I didn't completely move here for that reason. There were a few other factors that helped me make the decision."

"Right." Tony nods as he purses his lips. "Why now? Why not try to meet them sooner?"

"Well, when I decided I was ready to meet them a long time ago I tried searching their names to see if anything came up- social media, news reports, stuff like that. At the time, all I found was information on the Howling Commandos and Captain America. Everything I found stated that both of them had died a long time ago. Of course, seeing the dates made me question if I got something mixed up. That maybe my soulmates were completely different people."

You pause, chewing your bottom lip slightly before continuing. "Then it was announced that Captain America was found in the ice. I was tempted to come meet him then but I figured he was already dealing with adjusting to a whole new life that he didn't need to be overwhelmed by me on top of that. Then there was the attack by aliens that he had to deal with so I decided to push off meeting him again. Shortly after that I became busy with my own things and just couldn't find a good time. When I found out that James was alive as well I decided I would try to meet them within the next year. Of course, the plan was to meet them in a much nicer situation and not by being shot and brought to their home."

"Well, I suppose we should get you ready to meet them, then. No point in dragging it out." Tony stands up, pushing the chair away. "Bruce here will show you to a spare room where you can get showered and changed. I'll have one of the others leave clothes out for you."

"Wait, we're doing this now?" You stand up, suddenly panicking.

"Might as well." Tony shrugs, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "I know they've been waiting not so patiently for you to wake up and I'd rather get this over with so they're not continuously bothering me."

With that he turns around and exits the room, leaving you alone with Bruce. The doctor gives you a sympathetic smile before leading you down the hall after checking with Friday that the coast was clear. He takes you to a spare guest room where he leaves you alone so you can do whatever you need to in order to prepare yourself to meet your soulmates. Though, you have a feeling that no amount of preparation or time will ease your steadily growing nerves.

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[jillsandwhichs]

Office "Work"

Chapter 5 to RE Character x Reader Smutshot Collection

Masterlist

Pairing: F!reader x Albert Wesker

Summary: You and Albert are doing an experiment together and decide to experiment with something else

Status of your guy's relationship in this one shot: Co-workers

WC: 3.1k

Type: NSFW

Warnings: You two argue, Angry make out/sex, Choking, Slapping, Dirty talk, Spanking, P in V, He pins you down, Cums inside of you twice, Hair pulling and No aftercare

A/n: Hi! Hope you all enjoy. Please check out my masterlist, there's a lot of stuff there. You can get to know me, you can see the rules of my blog and then you can see all of my fanfictions. You'll be able to find the previous chapters to this fic and upcoming ones. You'll also be able to find my Wattpad & AO3. Comments, reblogs & likes are appreciated. Thank you

This is it. This is the moment you and Albert have been anticipating. As he used the tube to drop some of the tablets into the mixture, you two stepped back, waiting to see the results. What the two of you have been attempting to do was enhance part of the T virus, not that it needed it, it was already extremely strong, but Albert and you wonder what it could possibly do. Any lifeform that injects it into them could experience anything, Albert has already offered to be the subject for it, but you're unsure.

The liquid began to fizz and bubble up like soda pop. "Step back." Albert pushed you back with him, the thought of the vial shattering due to heat or it overflowing and somehow managing to hit the two of you was scary - Neither of you wanted that. That entrancing blue liquid began to change into a more thicker substance. "Oh Albert, I believe it is working." You said to him with a soft tone. "Let's not get our hopes up." Albert replied, his voice rather deep and sly sounding, like a fox would sound if it were human.

"And if it does work?" "We'll use it on the ultimate life form." "You?" You questioned the slim, blonde man. Albert only laughed in reply. "You shall see, dear." He always either called you dear or love, maybe it was something he did with all of his former female colleagues.

As for Albert, you don't know much about him. He did tell you on vital thing though and that was that he once worked for Umbrella, those damned bastards. He met you through The Organization though, but you split from them. They were a little too sketchy for your liking. Now ever since, the two of you agreed to work together to bring the T virus into it's most important state, the state that'll enhance it like never before.

Finally, the virus stopped fizzing and went back to it's normal look, although it was still thicker. "When are we going to use it on the uh, 'Ultimate lifeform'?" You asked of him, watching as he slipped his gloves up to pick up the vial. "We? Love, I thought we only agreed to work on it together, not to stick together." He chuckled, screwing the top back onto it and slipping it into a white case that had the Umbrella logo stained onto it.

Ignoring his last words, you spoke up, "Umbrella?" "Need not to worry, it's merely a cover up, therefore, they'll assume it's the doings of the tragic pharmaceutical company." Albert assured you, setting the smaller white case into a black brief one. Little do you know, he's a double crosser.

"Let me help you, I helped you with this, let me see what our creation does." You demanded, you were relentless, Albert liked the spunk you had to you. "No, no, no, you aren't apart of the initial plan." "Now I am." "No you aren't, dear." Albert spoke with a condensing tone which absolutely rubbed you the wrong way. You knew Albert was off, you knew he was far from a good man but somehow you had managed to trust him, confide in him and truly think he'd allow you to see what you helped do.

Albert began to tread off, ignoring your pleas, as if he had absolutely no care in the world. You doubt he ever did. But working with him, you thought the two of you had formed something. You didn't expect to be friends with the man, hell, you didn't want to be. He does realize you know more than he thinks you do, correct? You may be gullible but you aren't fucking stupid. You know he's the captain of the S.T.A.R.S Alpha Squad, which he never thought to make you aware of.

"You will let me help, or else I'll leak what you've done to the public, and all those puny S.T.A.R.S members and that bastard Irons will know of your doings." You yelled as he headed for the white sliding door, he soon paused in his tracks, his head tilted down as he shook it. "What did you just say to me?" He growled. The man turned around, setting the brief case down and speedily headed towards you. You backed up, your back hitting one of the desks, a glass pitcher tipping over. You were scared of him, even if you didn't want to be.

He grabbed your neck, it wasn't hurtful, it was a light choke, but it sure as hell kept you in place. "You want to repeat that?" He grunted, his face only inches from yours. "You heard me, I'll tell them, I'll tell them all." You said sternly, attempting to get out of his grip. This had all happened so quickly. It was like a bomb dropping out of no where. His cat like shaped eyes stared into what seemed to be your soul, as if he was reading you and trying to catch a lie somewhere in your words.

"You know nothing." Albert shouted, slamming you against the wall. Your head hurt afterwards, despite the fact it was only a push. "I know a lot more than you think. I know about you being the captain, I know that you plan to betray them and shit, you probably aren't just working for The Organization either." You rambled on, Albert seemed to be surprised yet amused. "How'd you figure this all out, hm? Who're you truly working for?" "The Organization, because unlike you, I am not a shitty person." "Yes you are, you're helping develop a virus that could wipe out mankind." He shut your statement down real quick.

Both of his hands gripped the white counter top, anger in his face evidently. "Why?" He yelled, "Why must you help?" He was furious, clearly. You stepped closer to him, not being as scared as you were before. "Because, I want to see what it does, I wanna see what it is you plan to do." "But it's none of your business." "But it'll be the Police Department's business when I let them know what their precious captain has been up to." You countered his sentence. He scoffed rudely.

"You're pathetic." Albert spat out at you, pulling away from the counter and once again getting in your face. He was mad, really mad. You felt scared but not as you did before. If anything, this was the first time he wasn't so monotone; He seemed real as of now. Those blue orbs of his were easy to get lost in, and you found yourself finding it hard to get out of them, time and time again. He was furious, yeah, but he looked better than ever, admittedly.

Are you truly pathetic?

"Am I?" "Very much." "How so?" "Look at you, black mailing me. Scum to the Earth, you are." "As if you aren't completely black mailing the R.P.D." You stated rudely, crossing your arms and stepping closer to him, standing up for yourself as you should. A sly smirk formed on the mans face, seeming as if he was pleased by something. The smirk soon faded as he spoke up again. "I could kill you." "Yet you haven't." "Yet I will." "So then do it." You know he won't. He can't. He defies himself to not do so.

Now, it was as if the two of you were in a staring competition.

His cold, icy eyes were staring into your soft, delicate ones. You didn't know what to think nor what to say. You were stumped, he seemed to be too. Anything you said, you were able to clap back ten times harder. A look of defeat was plastered on his smooth face, irritatied is most likely how he was feeling.

You went to turn away, wanting to just get out of this mess but before you could even proceed with one step, he pushed you up against the wall again and smashed his lips to yours. Utter shock. "Why do you defy me?" He growled, lifting your arms above your head and keeping them there. You grinned into the kiss, your gentle lips mad against his obsessive ones. "Because someone has to." You snorted, kissing him back, oh how you've yearned for this. Albert was always an attractive man.

You'd be lying if you said you've never imagined how this very moment would go down.

You attempted to move your hands, but ultimately failed. He kept you in place. You wanted to touch him though, feel his slim body. "You enrage me." "You think you don't do the same?" You mumbled against his lips, moaning as he pressed himself into you, your body shoved up against the wall completely. His fingers were wrapped tightly around your small wrists, making sure you weren't going anywhere. "You should just be obedient, but no, you just can't be, can you? Do you give your other co-workers this difficult of a time?"

Great question! You don't. Just him.

"It's none of your business, what I do with other workers." You stated cockily, this earned a light slap to your face before he then grabbed it, staring at you once again. "You're a brat." He grumbled. "I am?" You were so cocky, so snarky. He couldn't stand it. It were as if he was looking into a mirror. He couldn't stand how similar you are to him, he couldn't believe there was someone out there like him. It drives him literally mad.

"Tell me," He began, a seductive tone playing off of his tounge. "Is this what you want? Hm? To be fucked? To be told what a brat you are? Because frankly, you seem to be enjoying this." He teased, his face once again so close to yours. "Is that what you want?" "That wasn't the question." He then practically tossed you against one of the desks, having you bent over in front of him. "I'll make sure this is quick, brats don't deserve the good girl treatment." Albert hummed out, you could hear him messing with his pants, then yours.

This was it.

"What are you going to do?" "Fuck you, hard. Make sure you stop disobeying everything I tell you, and what others tell you. Clearly, you need it." Albert scoffed at you. You felt pathetic but oh, in the best way imaginable. You allowed him to pull down your baggy, gray pants, the cold lab air hit your legs instantly, your faded unshaven hairs sticking up and your stomach doing a twirl; It felt more like excitement rather than being affected by the cold though.

"Pull your panties down, slowly, and stay in position." He ordered sternly. You were frozen. You didn't know if he was being serious or not. "Did you hear me?" "Yes..." "So get to it then." He grunted, taking his hand right across your ass. You didn't know whether to smile or yelp, both maybe?

You took both of your hands on either side of your panties, slowly yet surely pulling them all the way down. You could feel Albert staring you down, glancing at your ass as you listened to his demand. A pool of wetness sat in your panties, soaked into them, you wondered if Albert was hard or not, he had to be. You felt scared, being completely nude from the waist down now. You are self conscious, hopefully he doesn't notice that about you.

He came up from behind you, lifting your stomach up slightly, causing your legs to lift off of the ground and when you did that, he used his dress shoe to pull your panties out from below you. You turned your head to the side, waiting to see what he was going to do and what he did totally caught you off guard. He picked up your underwear, scrunching them into a ball and sniffing them, his eyes closing gently as he did. The pheromones releasing from them and into his brain seemed to cause the erection in his pants to only grow worse.

You could literally see the imprint through his underwear.

"Smells amazing." He growled, now taking off his undergarments.

Your breath shuttered, you were in awe with how this man was. He could be so angry yet so sexy all at once, how was that even manageable? He stuffed your underwear into the pocket of his lab coat, then he grabbed ahold of your waist, a grin on his face that you couldn't see considering he has you bent over the table. You felt his manhood press against your ass before he then pulled his underwear down, his hard cock hitting your ass, then part of your center, earning a soft sigh out of you.

"You will be quiet, don't make a single sound, got it?" "Yes." You nodded, resting your head against the table, on your arms which were also set on it.

Behind you, you heard some shuffling before you felt his dick enter you, not even a single fucking warning. A small squeal came from you, your eyes widened and you heard Albert's "Tsk, tsk tsk..." From behind you. "Stay silent." That was going to be your only warning, you presume.

He began to pump himself into you, every inch feeling never ending. He had to at least be six or seven inches, oh he was so big. He was on the thicker side though, you could tell. His girth shot into you like a bullet flying out of an automatic, he just didn't let up. His hands held your waist in place, his long fingers trailing on your midriff, all over it. You could hear his moans behind you, at least he was enjoying this as well.

It was hard to stay quiet. You wanted to moan, whimper, all of it. You needed to let out something. It simply felt so good. "Crazy how quiet you get once you're being fucked." Albert taunted from behind you. The sound of your guy's skin slapping was rowdy, especially when he'd go into a frenzy, he'd go super fast and hard, that's when it felt best. "Can I speak?" You whined out, closing your eyes tightly as his thrusts got deeper, hitting that far, sweet spot. "What do you have to say?" He questioned you.

"It feels amazing." You giggled, lifting your head up, stabling yourself finally. "Oh, does it now?" "Mhm." You moaned, instantly covering your mouth, but that didn't last long as he pulled your arm behind your back, then the other one. "No, uh uh, no cheating your way out of this, my dear." Albert teased, one of his hands holding your wrists in place, his other still on your waist. Your entire torso was laying on the white table now, it was a bit uncomfy but it was difficult to think about that when he was dicking you down.

With each thrust, the desk beneath you shook and shifted, pushing itself further up. Albert hadn't seemed to have taken notice of it though, unless he simply just didn't care. "You're such a bad girl, so disobedient." You were. He wasn't wrong. But look at him now, fucking it out of you. Maybe he's the bad and dirty one.

Like he read your mind, he pounded into you harder, his cock twitching within you, your tight walls clenched around him, your cunt dripping. "Bet you've had more than one worker fuck you like this in attempts to get your attitude straight, hm? But they never fucked you this good." Albert huffed out, his other hand now on the back of your desk. You felt paralyzed but there was no complaining from you, him man handling you was needed, you deserved it.

"No one can fuck you like I can." He finally stated before you felt his cum stream into you, earning the loudest moan out of you, it was so unexpected. You would've at least thought he'd pull out, but nope. "Jesus Christ." You attempted to stand up but he shoved you back down. "I'm not done with you yet." He began to move into you again, his erection forming back up inside of you, filling up your walls. "What?" "I'm not letting you go til you cum around me." Albert established with you.

Wow, what a gentleman...

You rolled your eyes at his statement.

How could he immediately go back to fucking directly after cumming inside of you? That's rare for men, super uncommon. But overall, you aren't complaining.

His hand that was on the back of your neck now slithered up to your hair, gripping it as he fucked you. Gosh, it felt amazing, it was a such an adrenaline rush. "Oh fuck." "Stay quiet." He groaned, tossing his head back as he continuously slammed into you. Oh you could feel it, your climax was about to hit it's peak, your pussy clenched around his member, milking him once again, his semen inside of you. A total creampie.

You then also came, all around his length. He pulled out of you as you did, leaving you there to have an orgasm alone, without his touch. You held onto the table for dear life as you did. "Ohhh fuck." You whimpered, your legs twitching. You truly can't recall the last time you were fucked that good, it felt wonderful. He really knows how to use that dick of his. "My God." You chuckled, turning around as your orgasm died down but all you seem was him getting dressed immediately.

"Where are you going?" "Away." "Already?" "Do I have any more reason to stay?" He didn't seem to care at all, he was so nonchalant about this entire situation. You remembered your panties being in his possession. "At least give me my underwear." You sighed, being kind of upset with how he was just planning to up and go. Did he have no heart? "Hmm." He thought for a moment. "No, I'd rather keep them, use them for later." He snickered, that turned you on a bit but his actions were nonsense.

"So what, you just fuck me and leave? What's your deal?" "My deal? I needed to fuck the bitchiness out of you, guess that didn't work." "Albert..." "My love..." He mocked you, a chuckle coming out from him as he went for the door but you stopped him once again, for the last time. "Am I able to help and see what our creation will unfold?" You asked him, pleading at this point. "You know my email, my dear." He smiled menacingly before he walked out of the office, leaving you there, naked.

[olderjodijournals]

Wednesday, November 2, 2005

I’m quite crushed with sorrow at the moment because Blondie died last night. It began on Monday, the last day of October. Instead of always wanting to be let out to sit on my lap he just slept like crazy. He was having a harder time breathing and wasn’t eating. All day yesterday he could barely move and he was ice cold to the touch. Yesterday evening we put a Benadryl tablet in his water to help him sleep because he seemed to be fighting so hard and the struggle was exhausting him. We turned in around 9:00 and when I got up at 4:00 he was gone. We knew he couldn’t possibly survive the night. I never wept so hard for a lost animal before in my life. Even Tom agrees it was the best pet he’s ever had. He was so smart and so loving, totally beyond any other animal we’ve ever had.

This morning before work, Tom buried him at the side of the house. Initially, we were going to bury him by the back fence, but we decided not to so the lady next door wouldn’t see us. We didn’t want to risk her telling Pam that she saw us because Pam would no doubt be able to put two and two together and know that we buried a pet we weren’t supposed to have here.

I’ve been bawling my eyes out on and off. He was one traveled rat, that’s for sure. From Arizona, on up through California, to Oregon. He stayed in so many motel rooms, then the duplex and then here, and that’s quite a fun adventure for a rat. It was for him, anyway. To think that he’ll never again run to the door for me to let him out and that I’ll never hold him again makes me sick with grief. It’s a different kind of grief and pain than say when the sickos had me thrown in jail or when we lost the house and then the land up here, but it’s hard just the same. I keep thinking it must be somewhat like what it’d be like to lose a child.

Later…

I had to stop because I was crying so hard that the screen became nothing more than one big blur. I might wear my glasses for most of the day to help me see better when I’m sweeping. Most people are content to just lie in bed when they’re sad, but I have to keep busy. Maybe that’s why I just did some rearranging. Plants and dolls now adorn the corner where his big cage was. As nice as it looks, I wish I could snap my fingers and have the cage be there again with him in it, healthy, happy, full of spunk and life as he begs for treats and attention. Sometimes he’d really get on my nerves, always bugging me to play with him or to at least cuddle. Well, I really wish he could be here right now to annoy the hell out of me for the millionth time while I try to get my work done.

I was in the kitchen earlier when I thought I heard him moving around, but of course when I came into the living room, I found it was just the heater. Just the damn heater.

This morning I pulled back the shower curtain and found the air freshener in the tub. I asked Tom if he remembered knocking it off the side of the tub, but he didn’t. Did he really knock it in there and just not realize it? Or was that a sign that Blondie’s spirit lives on? See, the thing was empty and I’d never have thought to check if it hadn’t been in there, so I took the battery out. I’ll get a new oil refill soon.

Tom believes in spirits, he just doesn’t know what they do or where they go. Maybe they live someplace else with other spirits, or maybe they float around the world and stick with their loved ones. Or maybe they have a choice and can go back and forth.

I hate to say it, but since we had to lose him someday, I’m just glad it didn’t happen when we were broke. The stress of that would’ve only compounded the grief. To help with the pain I just try to remember the good times we had with Blondie over the last 20 months and I try to think of the good things like the fact that we have extra money right now because when we move to California, it’s back in the poorhouse for a while until we get established there, but that’s okay. It’ll be worth it, and hey, sometimes you just gotta lose in order to gain.

We made it to November without any snow, though they’re saying once again that we’re in for some tomorrow which sucks. It took me 5-6 years to adapt to the desert climate, but I can already feel myself adapting to this one. Guess that’s what happens when you spend your first 26 years in a cold climate. Still, I don’t intend to stay here any longer than necessary. Of course, this winter we can also afford to heat the hell out of this place. In a place twice as big with electric heating and us being as broke as we were, it was kind of hard to do. I froze my ass off in that duplex! As small and as tilted as this place is, I wouldn’t mind staying in it for a few years if there really is a once-in-a-lifetime windfall at work that could bring us thousands of dollars. That’d be well worth the delay. However, I know that the peace around here can’t last forever. Sooner or later the house next door is going to sell and I’m 100% sure there’ll be a dog barking its ass off 24/7 in the yard just outside our windows, maybe two. Also, the lady on the other side is bound to move sooner or later, and the summer bugs here are a nightmare. Most people don’t stay in rentals for more than a year or two. We’d still also prefer a level place that’s a little bigger and newer so that it’s sealed up better. Part of what makes this place not sealed up as well is the fact that it’s tilted. Another 10-20 years and this thing’s coming down for sure. I know it’s safe right now because they recently redid the plumbing and electrical, in which case it would’ve had to be inspected and would’ve been deemed inhabitable if it had been found unsafe.

We survived another Halloween in the city, which is a good thing considering that I was crashing at the time they were to be out and about. It seems that I’m always asleep on Halloween, just like I’d always be asleep whenever the pigs would come to start shit with me.

My ear has been better these last few days, but I know better than to assume the problem’s going away forever. If there’s any good in knowing that, however, it’s that I know I won’t develop something else while I’m dealing with it!

I won some sort of crafts thing. Christmas-related stuff, I guess. It doesn’t seem like it’ll be very exciting, but we’ll see.

Friday, November 4, 2005

I am still sad over the loss of my Blondie but doing better.

UPS just brought me that Christmas scrapbooking prize that I really couldn’t use in any way. Guess I’ll yard sale it someday.

For the first time in ages, I’m actually a bit bored. I’m caught up on my sweeps and don’t have much to update on other than the fact that tonight’s the night we order the bed and a new office chair. Watch, the bed won’t do a damn thing to rekindle our lost appetites, but oh well. At least I don’t have to worry about conceiving either way. At this age, sex just isn’t a high priority for me. Making money, winning prizes and going shopping are what we both live for these days, and having as much fun along the way as possible. Still, I’ll do what he always said was the magic cure for his so-called problem, which I still think was always intentional, and not say anything about his not cumming, and as time goes on, assuming we get it on more than once or twice, time will prove that the problem was never me, but rather his fear of impregnating me. I’m sure that even if I had a full hysterectomy today, however, he’d still hold back to cover the truth. I have mixed feelings about his not allowing himself to cum these days. I don’t want him to because that way I know I couldn’t get pregnant, not that I ever believed it was in my cards to do so in the first place. On the other hand, it still adds a sense of non-normalcy to my life, and I’ve got enough of those. How many people wake up to the sound of a pin dropping? How many can’t sleep with other people? How many can’t keep a schedule? Even so, if the choice were mine, I’d prefer him to hold back. Keeps the sheets drier if anything!

Unless something up there is teasing the hell out of us really bad, there is a distinct possibility that he could end up making a ton of money at this place. To think that Oregon, which I’d quickly come to hate with a passion, could possibly change our lives in such a huge and wonderful way, is pretty mind-boggling.

I don’t know if the mailman’s just late or if we simply didn’t get anything today. I could really go for a movie right now, so I doubt one will show up anytime soon.

I’m beginning to doubt I’ll see the DVDs I won, but oh well. That happens sometimes. I just better get the guitar I won in 2-3 weeks like they said I would!

Monday, November 7, 2005

She just pulled out next door for the second time that I know of today and slammed her doors three times, once so hard that the palm fronds of my plant shook. That’s another obsession of people I could never understand besides their craving for attention; why do they have to slam doors? Car doors, home doors, any doors?

Anyway, it’s been snowing steadily since I got up 7 hours ago. It sure keeps things quiet out there overall, though I don’t like it.

By the 17th we’ll have 4 things – the bed, 2 sets of sheets (one polar pink, one passion rose), a comforter of shimmering lavender, blue, and gold, and an office chair. Then in a couple of weeks from now, we’ll get the platform and the headboard/shelves.

We checked out the pet store we got the betta from and all they had were 4 boring white rats. Also, the lady wouldn’t let me pick them up. She said I could pat them in the cage, but not pick them up in case they got loose. That told me something right there about their temperaments, so when we get rats, we’ll get them somewhere else where we can handle them. We agreed to wait a while anyway, though, till we know if the move is going to be worth delaying or not. If we are going to move within a year, however, we don’t want the hassle of having animals moving with us. I still hope this job ends up really being one hell of a jackpot, but the worst-case scenario – and I know it sounds funny saying this – we go to Sacramento as early as July.

Tuesday, November 8, 2005

In the midst of the usual ear/teeth annoyances, and listening to her slam in and out next door, I hit my biggest instant win yet. A $200 custom racing jacket! I hope they send one that’ll fit Tom because they didn’t ask for sizes. It’s an auto-racing jacket of some kind. I can’t find a picture of it. The grand prize is a car. I’ve won nearly $1000 in merchandise this month! Tom thinks I’ll one day win a prize worth thousands. I do, too. I just don’t know what or when.

Living with this chronic pain day after day, year after year really gets old. I just don’t understand this Jodi-must-have-something-going-on-with-her rule. If it’s not my asthma, it’s my allergies. When it’s not that, it’s my ear and teeth. It’s always, always something. I’ve quit praying. He obviously wants me to suffer and I should’ve known better too, because I’ve prayed for help with other problems just to be ignored and forced to deal with them for months or even years on end. What kind of a God does this?! Why bother trying to treat my ear and teeth anyway? It’d only cost thousands of dollars and delay the move indefinitely for one, and it’d simply mean trading them in for new problems. Maybe the next problem will be worse, so I’ll just keep this one and learn to toughen up a bit more. They say there’s a reason for everything. I don’t see why any good being up there would possibly want me to suffer, but it does. It does and so I have to just trust in it and hope it’s for the best.

Wednesday, November 9, 2005

Well, the time has come to deal with this ear and teeth of mine. I know I may be defying and pissing off God since He gets off on my suffering, but it’s ok because He can give me a whole new long-term problem to deal with after I square this one away, and I know He will. For now, I’m tired of this shit and I’m ready to deal with it and move on. I’m now getting about $400 a month in spending money. I’ll use half of it for a dentist and an ear doctor. Tom found an ear doctor who does ear surgery, so we’re hoping they can at least clean artificial canals. We’re still not sure if it’s the ear or teeth. Had the pain been on the other side that would’ve ruled the ear out since I have cavities everywhere, but being on the side of the bad ear, I don’t know what to think. Although I know it has to be one or the other, nothing I can think of makes sense. If it’s just a long-term build-up of dead skin that that ear doesn’t produce enough wax to shed and carry out, why aren’t the oil treatments softening it? If it’s the teeth, why is the pain only on one side? If it’s an infection, why don’t I have some of the symptoms that go along with infections like a fever? All I know is that I’m so backed up in bodily repairs right now that it’s going to cost thousands of dollars to fix! After I deal with this shit, then hopefully – hopefully – we’ll never be so poor again that I can’t afford to see doctors for regular check-ups. I don’t care to have yearly female exams, because I know I can trust my intuition on that, but I need to keep up on the ear and teeth with all the problems they cause. I just hope whatever the next problem is stays below the neck! Meanwhile, I wish I could get the canal sewn shut, my teeth replaced with dentures, and my uterus yanked out!

Just for the hell of it and because I was curious to see if it would draw any response, I registered at classmates.com. The good thing about it is that since I’m not a gold member, which costs a few bucks a month, no one can bother me in any way, which is a good thing because I’m not interested in buddying up with anyone I once knew. Especially with me being 3000 miles away since New Englanders rarely move. I’m sure that of those within the class of ’84, I could count those who moved out of state on one hand. Most people are closer than I ever was to their families and they tend to have a better selection of friends than I had at the time, so they wouldn’t be as quick to run cross country and not look back. I won’t bother telling Tom about it because knowing him since I gave mostly bullshit answers on the Q&A, he’ll fear the cops coming after me. He’s so paranoid at times that I’m surprised he had no objections to my ordering books in a bogus name, though I assured him I’d only do it once. I just thought it would be funny for gold members to read that I make over $200,000 a year, have a couple of kids, etc. Of course, if things continue to go well, everything I said, though I did mostly state the truth since most of the questions were personality-geared, all the BS could become a reality, except for the kids. Since I was out of the local school system before I was a sophomore, I was surprised to get one view so far, but Lori and Lisa are members, so it was probably one of them. It could’ve been Brenda P. She and I were friends for a while till we drifted apart. What’s confusing is that there’s an Elisa G as well as a Lisa G. Well, Lisa’s full name is Elisa, and there were no other Gs in town except for Nana and Pa, so I’m pretty sure they’re both her. The funny thing is that she said she had 3 kids as Elisa and 2 as Lisa. Anyway, whoever it was that viewed me obviously wasn’t a gold member because the thing said my photos and full Q&A were not accessed. As a non-gold member, all you can see is the person’s marital status and how many kids they’ve got. I was surprised at just how many don’t have kids since they were young before the women and work movement got so heavily underway.

They weren’t kidding by saying that this part of town is snowier being closer to the lake. It snowed all day on Monday. We ended up with 3-4 inches. Last winter it would be pretty much gone by noon, yet most of the shit has yet to melt. It started drizzling a bit from what I can see, so maybe more of it will melt. I hate the cold and snow, but it sure keeps the dogs quiet. I haven’t heard anybody’s music either and even the car stereos have lessened.

Like it or not, I feel like I’m already re-adapting to the cold climate. It took me 5 or 6 years to adapt to the desert climate, but after spending my first 26 years in a cold one, I’m getting used to the cold pretty fast, though I still hate it. Of course that could also be partly due to the fact that this year we can afford to heat the hell out of the place. I’m just so glad we’re not back in that miserable duplex! I’m sure it’s not as noisy now in that the bitch isn’t leaving the dog out back for hours at a time, and next door’s not hanging out back barbecuing for hours on end either, but it’d still be bad enough. We’d still hear the dog every other time it went out to shit, the TV would still be blaring away, and next door would be slamming back and forth several times a day.

My biggest question right now, besides what the hell’s going on with my ear and teeth, is whether or not Tom’s been sitting on a gold mine all this time with this job and not known it. When he couldn’t get hired at that auto parts place or at Walmart I said, “Well, there’s a reason for everything.” Only I thought that reason was to keep us poor since this job seemed to be going nowhere for so long. Now the stage is set for a potential partnership. This would literally mean us going from being the financial underdogs of our families to richer than any of them could ever be, and most of them are pretty close to being rich! Like Tom said, he doesn’t want to get overly optimistic, but if things continued to progress as they have been and he continues to score points with the owners, he could be made partner in which case we’d stay here 2-3 more years, then he’d sell his partnership, and we would go not to find him a new job in Sacramento, but to retire anywhere! Maybe not on a yacht or in Beverly Hills since we’d have the same problem we had in Maricopa by going to Beverly Hills where most of our money would be tied up in the house, leaving us not much extra for other things. Since I wouldn’t want to return to the intense dryness and heat or the giant spiders that deserts bring, I think we may settle somewhere along the coast of northern California. That way, with the water being so cold up there, we wouldn’t have a million sunbathers right outside our window. It’ll depend on the climate there. If it’s going to be too much like this, then I’d want to go tropical or back to the desert.

I know I shouldn’t go getting my hopes up. A few good months don’t necessarily mean that it’s not still in our cards to struggle for most of our lives, but I can’t help but hope for good things to happen!

Thursday, November 10, 2005

I finished my daily sweeps early today so I don’t have much else to do. I know I won’t get a DVD today since they’re so damn slow at sending them. It’s like they don’t want us to get more than our money’s worth and like they want to prolong our membership. Guess they know that once people go through their queue list, they’re done with them. At least for a while anyway.

We’ve agreed to take the bus to this locally owned store that had a good selection of animals back up by where we used to live. As much as I miss Blondie, living without rats just isn’t me. I don’t care when we move, I want my rats!

I still wish the neighbor wouldn’t make so many trips in and out since she seems to load things into the car so much of the time, which calls for several door slams in a row. I can see it’s just her coming and going, too. The only time she doesn’t seem to load stuff up is at night. At night she has that guy with her, too. I can’t imagine what she could be loading up so often. I mean, her place can only hold so much. I kind of wish she was home all the time, but if she was she’d have tons of company, and that could be worse. At least she doesn’t have a boom stereo. You just can’t get those turned down too easily because that’s the whole reason behind them. They’re not bothering to blast their music across the street not because they suddenly stopped enjoying music, but because they know others won’t hear it with it being too cold to open their windows to let the sound out. It’s utterly freezing out there right now and it’s been damp and foggy all day, too. It’s about 30º.

My ear is getting worse so Tom’s going to call on Monday and hopefully be able to make an appointment for me. My worst fear is not being able to find anyone around here who can help me, but if that’s the case, then I guess I was just meant to suffer and that I’ll just have to live with it and hope for the best.

My new comforter is due today, so since all I have to do is wait for that and watch for new sweeps that come out, perhaps I’ll check out Heart of the Forest, the story I started before I got my last story idea and wanted to jump on it while it was fresh in my mind. I started Heart of the Forest early on in our 10-month duplex stay.

Later…

Maybe she suddenly did decide to stay home all the time because now she does have company. A maroon car I’ve never seen before. I heard a few car doors like maybe there were a few people in it. I thought I saw it there earlier, but only for a few minutes. Someday, someday we won’t be living on top of someone else’s driveway. I hope this loading up of stuff isn’t her finally moving and I hope these people aren’t here to see the place. At least they don’t have a stereo if they are moving in, but then again maybe they do. They wouldn’t blast it till they moved in. They always creep in quietly, then just when you think they’ll be okay, they may as well scream to the neighborhood, “I have arrived! I am here!” And then we have to hear their every goddamn move. I’m just always so paranoid this chick will move. I don’t want to swap in something that’s a little annoying for something that could be a real nightmare.

Meanwhile, my comforter came and looks way more gorgeous in person than online. Shiny things don’t photograph that well. It’s quite glittery alright! The way it sparkles makes it look like there are more colors than there are. There’s purple, magenta, blue, green and gold.

Oh, the car’s gone. I didn’t even hear them leave. Maybe they were just picking stuff up. I hope they weren’t helping her move, whoever they are. But I know she is going to move out before we do and that next door is going to move in before we move out, and they won’t have no little poodle or pomeranian. No, they’ll have a dog that’s at least 40 or 50 pounds.

Sunday, November 13, 2005

Yesterday turned out to be a fun day. We caught the bus downtown and learned that on Saturdays it’s only a quarter per person, but we didn’t have any change so we paid a buck. During the week it’s a buck a person.

Our first stop was a discount store where I got 3 mauve bath towels, 2 sports bras, and a tablecloth of blue geraniums and purple tulips.

Then we stopped at KFC before heading to the pet store. Normally we get male rats because our experience with lady rats hasn’t been great. One died the day after we got her, the other turned out crazy. However, the instant I approached the cage where the females were kept, which was next to the males, I knew I had to have Tinkerbell. Tinkerbell’s a cute little brown rat and seemed really friendly and curious from the get-go. I also picked out Coconilla, named for her chocolate brown and vanilla cream colorings. Although they both were fine with being held in the store while we waited for the girl to fetch us a box for them, Coco’s been rather shy here at home. Not aggressive, thank God, but shy. The girl at the store said they turn any aggressive ones into feeders. Serves them right! Anyway, I wouldn’t mind if Coco never wanted to come out, since having to entertain Tinkerbell outside of the cage is enough! She is one awesome rat! She’s very playful and affectionate. I never thought any rat would make me happy again after losing Blondie, but Tom said he figured they would. I still miss Blondie, though Tinkerbell’s quite a hit.

They were in with two other rats, and one of the good things about stores like this is that they take the time to tame the animals by paying regular attention to them. One of them was even raised by someone like Blondie. The big chain stores, however, like Petco and PetSmart, who deal with so much quantity, simply don’t have the time to tend to all their pets, so they’re only good for getting things like fish and supplies.

Tinkerbell’s about 5 months old and Coconilla’s about 3. Coco was the smallest of the 4 ladies, and since she’s been eating like crazy since we got her here, we’re thinking the others bullied her out of eating much. I know Tinkerbell takes food from her so I make it a point to serve plenty. I just love Tinkerbell. She’s a lot of fun. She may sit with me when she gets older and loses some of her spunk, though she does a combination of sitting with me, playing with me, and running around the place. And this has been going on since day one. Usually, it takes them time to warm up to you and to want to come out. I haven’t taught her how to climb my leg when I’m sitting in my chair, though she may one day figure that out on her own like Blondie did, though she runs up to my chair when I’m not on the floor with her and I scoop her up for a few minutes, then put her back down so she can run around some more.

Tom set up the bigger cage with the bars spaced closer together since there was no way I could keep them in the other one. Neither of them is interested in wheeling, but the wheel makes a good door prop. That’s the sucky thing as far as the design of this cage goes. This door opens inward while the other swings out and down, making a little ramp for them.

We had to wait 15 minutes for the bus back, and because it was in the low 40s, I was glad there were two of them to keep each other warm. We took the wrong bus too, so we had to walk up from downtown, but being right on the edge of downtown, it only took a few minutes.

The buses sure have evolved since I was taking them regularly 15 years ago. The buses here have cloth-covered padded seats.

The only bad news going on right now, which is nothing compared to past bad things we’ve had to deal with is that one of my dolls broke a leg and a pinky finger. Fortunately, it wasn’t a favorite of mine and was easy enough to hide by throwing her in a long gown.

Also, my ear has been driving me nuts as usual. If Tom can’t find anyone who will help me (he’s going to make some calls tomorrow from work during lunch) then I’ll just assume it was meant to be and I’ll learn to live with it somehow. I know God would be oh so proud of me if I hurt myself somehow on my own, but I’m just not ready to go that far. Having no choice but to give in to the fate He lays out for me is one thing, but deliberately going along with it is another.

Tuesday, November 15, 2005

I’m typing this entry on my new office chair. Oh, how nice it is to be on wheels again and to be able to swivel and lower the level of the seat! The only catch is that I’m facing downhill, so I sort of slump forward. Maybe when Tom gets over his cold he can help me rearrange the room.

I don’t understand why I can’t prevent Tom from colds like I can myself. It’s coming up on 9 years now since I’ve had a cold.

The bed came yesterday. Although I don’t regret getting it, it’s not quite as comfortable as the airbed and doesn’t distribute body weight as evenly as air and waterbeds do, but it’s still a fine bed and certainly more comfortable than most beds. It’s heavy too, so perhaps it won’t slip so easily when it’s on a platform. I sort of wish it were a bit lower-density foam, but that’s the kind that breaks down too fast like the foam that ran around and between the airbags of the bed we had in Arizona. This bed has a 20-year warranty. I wouldn’t mind sleeping on it till I’m 60 if we don’t lose it before then (what I mean by that is that we’re either moving up in life to stay, or we’ll continue to build ourselves up just to get kicked down over and over again). The memory foam which is attached to the regular foam part (it’s 6” in all), doesn’t seem to work well, probably because it’s too thin. If I didn’t know any better I’d think it was all regular foam, but it sure beats RV or jail mattresses! It’ll just be all the better and complete once I have the platform and headboard/shelves.

The rats are doing well. Tinkerbell still doesn’t climb up my leg, but she climbs down now. We never had a rat this jealous before in our lives! She is one spoiled little attention-lover! Coco still won’t let me pick her up without squealing, but she’s started coming out of the cage. She hops in and out and goes back and forth. Meanwhile, Tinkerbell just loves me. She perks her ears up and comes running when I call her or go near the cage.

Tom made me an appointment to get my ear cleaned, but I won’t be able to get in for a few weeks, the day after my birthday. I just hope this doctor knows what he’s doing and can cure the pressure and popping I’ve had for so long now! Then God can give me some whole new long-term problem.

Now that I’ve got glasses to help me see fine things, I’ve been able to sew easier. I beheaded both Falling Star and Murganah because their bodies were poorly put together. Very disproportionate and unstable. Their heads, however, make nice figurines. Actually, Falling Star ends just below the collarbone and Murganah ends just below the boobs. Meanwhile, I adjusted Murganah’s clothes to fit the Tonners. Did a damn good job if I do say so myself. I made a jumpsuit out of Murganah’s pants and took in the skirt and blouse.

I received a large paperback from The Human Kindness Foundation that Mary told me about. It’s not very interesting, but I might be able to trade or sell it. It’s basically geared toward helping prisoners do an easier time.

I got letters from Paula and Mary.

Paula thanked me for the CDs and incense. She had surgery on her toe. They put a pin in it, I guess, and she’s been in pain.

She’s also seeing a 55-year-old bus driver who’s a Puerto Rican. I guess he’s separated right now. She says his age doesn’t matter so long as he knows how to work it. This girl has a man’s appetite for sex as Tom has a woman’s appetite. Then again, Tom has no appetite. I hate to say it, but I’m glad. I simply have no desire for sex anymore than he does.

Because it had been a while, I figured Mary would hit me for a favor soon enough, and she did. Her brother recently married a woman from Thailand and now they’re getting divorced because she only married him to stay in the country. Well, because he’s so down and out about it she wanted me to send him the Misfits shirt we never got and enclosed 10 stamps to do it with. Again she jumped the gun, so again she loses since I can’t send her stamps back. I explained to her that the shirt we got had nothing to do with the Misfits and only had the company’s name and logo that was running the sweep, and not to ever assume I’d give up my wins. It was nice of her to send the stamps, but rude to assume I’d just give up a win like that. Again I suggested she wait till I gave her an answer to her requests, but hey, that’s just more stamps for me. From now on, though, forget about bragging about my wins to her! Not if she’s only going to expect me to send them to those she knows who are having a rough time in life.

Mary also reminded me that the media’s full of shit and explained the real reason Monster is in the funny farm. It isn’t because he’s incompetent, as I always suspected, but because he nearly succeeded in killing himself and the jail doesn’t want to be held responsible should he succeed the next time around. She says, however, that no matter what happens, they can’t keep her in there for more than 3 more years. I almost dread the day she’s released. What kind of a pest will she be then?

I just can’t believe her at times! How can someone be so generous and so rude at the same time? She’s too generous. Therefore, she wants others to do her generosity for her when she can’t. I just don’t understand her. She says she can’t ask for help with her problems yet she has no problem asking people for things and to do this and to do that. What’s the difference?

I can’t believe she hasn’t moved yet next door, but it is winter and people don’t move as much during the winter. I just don’t want to lose her if the worst she’s going to do is annoy me every so often. She doesn’t annoy me nearly as much as they did with their damn doors at the duplex. If we were suddenly attached to her, though, all that would change. It’s a Western thing, I guess since people out west just don’t seem to make good neighbors for the most part. Put her adjacent to us and I’m sure she’d be anything but kind and considerate. I’ve had way more neighbors in the west than I had in the east, yet only a few of the eastern neighbors were bad while only a few western ones were good.

Thursday, November 17, 2005

Well, Coconilla’s history. She bit me so she's been returned. I can’t believe this rat could be so calm and friendly-seeming in the store just to turn out to be such a bitch. Once I saw that she refused to be handled, I knew she wouldn’t change.

Tinkerbell continues to be the exact opposite. She’s playful, energetic, loving and quite demanding of my attention. She loves to play in the bedroom lately. Hopefully, she won’t chew my new comforter. I have to keep her out of the bathroom because I caught her on the side of the tub and she could get hurt jumping off. She could also fall into the toilet.

It took me a few days, but I managed to teach her to climb up and down my legs when sitting at the computer. Only this little stick of dynamite won’t sit for hours on my lap and go to sleep. Maybe when she gets old she will.

The for-sale sign next door has been taken down, though Tom’s sure it isn’t because it’s sold, but because they’ve given up on this realtor and are going to go with someone else. He said the sign is down at the other house he showed me that was for sale in the area, and it was managed by the same realtor. Tom believes that if they were stubborn enough to hold out as long as they did on the first realtor, then they’ll probably do the same with a second one, figuring that the house hasn’t sold yet not because they were asking a ridiculous price for it, but because the first realtor was bad. Well, I hope they’re so damn determined to get the crazy amount they’ve got it set at that they’re willing to wait a decade if that’s how long it’ll take to sell the place, but I’m sure it’ll be sold by the spring and I’ll be the one to have to deal with it.

I’m surprised to have 3 views so far at classmates.com, though they can’t see the photos I posted or the Q&A I filled out unless they’re gold members. I’d bet just about anything that Lori or Lisa was one of the people to check up on me. Could be Brenda P or Lauren K as well, but I can’t believe Lori or Lisa would see my name and simply bypass it no matter how crazy they think I am or how much they hate me due to any rumors they may’ve heard about me, true or false, or for calling their mom and her second husband, or for sharing a piece of my mind with their sick dad. They may’ve actually got a kick out of the letter I sent their dad, though, half a decade or so ago. He wasn’t just mean to me and Tammy, he was mean to everyone. Particularly women. He’s just like his nephew in that department; they may prefer to bed down with women, but they’re true gays at heart otherwise, always preferring the company of men over women. I know without a doubt in my mind that Larry wouldn’t have been nearly as crushed had it been Jenny who died 8 years ago rather than Larry Jr.

Anyway, the thing I find hilarious about it is that it’s going to get to Ronnie that I said I had kids, then it’ll get to Larry, then it’ll get to Doe and Art. If Larry’s dumped them again, it’ll still find its way to them. My business always does. I wish I could be a fly on the wall to see the shocked and confused expressions on their faces when it does! Then again, I think seeing them, even secretly as a fly, would make me rather ill.

I wonder if Misha, who would now be 40, ever had the kids she wanted. Did she get her boyfriend to give her any? Did she have to go man-hopping like Madonna did in order to get pregnant? Did she simply fail to conceive? Or did she change her mind and decide to keep her freedom and her money for herself? Then again, the poor girl could be doing prison time for all I know. Drug charges aren’t taken too lightly in Arizona, not that much ever is. I think they got her for running an escort service, too.

Mary says that although she loves men, she knows she doesn’t have to be with one to be okay. We’ll see when she gets out, cuz I say she’ll go back to taking up with the wrong guys and that she’ll have a kid each year till she gets too old to conceive. It’s all she knows, and these are the kinds of guys that can’t think rationally. If a man can think, he’s highly likely to insist on birth control or some form of controlled sex. Not the guys she digs. The kids are the weapon to use against her as far as they’re concerned.

Saturday, November 19, 2005

They gave everybody at work a turkey just like last year, so we’ll make that up over the weekend. This year we got a bag that you bake it in to help seal in the juices.

Still no clue as to whether or not he really stands a significant chance at a partnership or if something up there just wants to tease us with the possibility, but he should get a bigger bonus this year from what he’s heard. Last year he got a $25 Fred Meyer certificate and this year it’s to be $50.

We got the guitar today. It’s ugly and very cockish, but it should eventually bring us a few hundred dollars at least. Tom’s going to enjoy playing it through the computer till it comes time to sell it. We saved the box and packing so we can repack it easily enough.

Tom’s X-box will arrive tomorrow, so he’s really excited about that even though he’s still sick.

My last story that I sent to Mary was returned. Figures, huh? They said it was because there’s a 5-page limit of printed pages. I don’t know if they really mean 5 sheets, but since when is this the case? Fucking jails, always changing and adding new rules! I think it was really a case of the person being too lazy to take the time to read it since they have that policy where they have to read incoming mail. Besides, it makes them feel more in control and all-powerful if they do shit like this and waste someone 4 stamps like they did, even if Mary’s 10 stamps more than makes up for it. I told Mary I wasn’t about to play any more mail games with that damn place, so since she’s so sure that she has no more than 3 years to go, I’ll send her anything I’ve written at that time. I figured I’d burn her a CD of my stories and pictures. I assured her that the pictures would look much better on a computer than printed on paper anyway. I just hope she’ll have regular access to a computer when she gets out, since it may be a while before she gets her own.

I also asked that she not pester me so much once she’s out, in the nicest way I could, and I let her know that the more we do for ourselves, the more independent we feel, and that’s a good feeling. I just hate to do favors for others and I try not to ask favors of others myself unless I have no choice, simply because I know that that way no one ends up feeling guilty or used in the end. Besides, I won’t have a whole lot of free time to cater to her because I expect to sweep for the rest of my life! And I’m not going to let cruel fate press the pause button on it for a few weeks or a few months, and make me have to start all over again! As it is, I started up again with Webshots, but because it’s been under a year since I was last a premium member, I didn’t lose any pictures. I just couldn’t get some of them for the last 10 months. Once we get a new camera, I’ll eventually upload photo albums, too. It’s good to store pictures online. I wish it were as easy to store my documents and MP3s there, too.

Anyway, as far as Mary’s begging for favors goes, I understand why she does it. First she was her mother’s puppet, then she was a slave to men, and now the jail has owned her for 5, nearly 6 years. She simply doesn’t know how to fend for herself and make her own decisions. Like me, she wasn’t given much of a chance to. In fact, she’s been more of a puppet/slave than I ever was.

Last night I hit an instant win and won a 10-oz. bottle of lotion. Since I have so much lotion right now, I jokingly said to Tom that not only do the rich get richer while the poor get poorer, but the well-lotioned gets more lotion as well! I still hope I get it because some of the smaller wins obviously don’t show up. It’s neat to know that since I became a premium member, I’m now winning something every few days, even if it’s mostly piddly crap.

We ordered a black platform and a Woodland oak headboard with shelves. It may be several weeks before they arrive, but I’m looking forward to it after a year and a half of sleeping on the floor! The shelves are going to be so nice too, to use in place of a nightstand.

Sunday, November 20, 2005

Up to 4 views now at Classmates. Interesting.

My ear continues to annoy me and I continue to wonder if I’ll ever be able to live without chronic pain. It doesn’t seem likely after all this time. I’ve decided not to bother with my teeth after dealing with my ear. It’d simply take too much time and money to deal with. Especially money. We’ll never get ahead if I put hundreds of dollars in my mouth like that, and if I did deal with it, there’d only be something else.

I could tell by the amount of barking that it was warmer today. It was in the upper 50s.

I won another bottle of lotion. I hope I get it and the other one.

Tom likes the guitar so much that he wants to “buy” it from me. 

Okay. Why not?

Tuesday, November 22, 2005

I’m dead centered on nights now, so that means I can’t sleep without an occasional wake-up call from our local hear-me obsessors. Will we ever escape these city animals??? Although I’ve had my share of surprises in life, I doubt it. I’ve been on my own for 20 years now and just 5 of it was spent in the country. That alone tells me something. I know I was meant to be in the city. I just wish it could be a bigger one if God won’t allow me to leave the city, so we could have a bigger variety of stores at our fingertips. I also wish it was in a warmer climate since we can’t live in peace anyway. At least it’s quieter than the duplex was, and we’re not attached to anyone!

I’m amazed to be up to 8 views at Classmates. Could that many people remember me, even though I was out of town by the time I was a sophomore? I suppose that with Dureen O’s eagerness to share with the town that her crazy daughter cut herself and jumped out of a window, they certainly would remember me after all. I still can’t believe she told the entire town she had me funny-farmed and that I jumped. And this was someone who always stressed her being against my telling too much about myself to others, but I always did say she was a hypocrite for a reason now, didn’t I? I’ve long since stopped caring who knew/thought what, but I sure am curious as to who my viewers are! It’s too bad I can’t find that out, though I’d still bet on Lori, Lisa or both of them.

Tom heard there’s now a pill available that’ll make your hair either straight or curly. If I can get a hold of that thing and we can afford it, you bet I’m going straight! I don’t know if you have to take it regularly, though, or if it’s a one-time shot. There’s also to be a pill that’ll eliminate gray, too.

What I don’t get is why there isn’t yet a pill to break down and dissolve fat. I’d love to melt down to 110-115, then not worry about what I ate till I hit 130, then drop back down, and back and forth.

I hit another instant win. It was just a dumb family board game, but it still amazes me to know that I’ve had 5 wins in the last week between this game, two bottles of lotion, movie tickets, and an MP3 download!

Thursday, November 24, 2005

And another instant win! God, this is incredible. I won a $10 Disney certificate. I ordered the Then and Now Barbie that celebrates Disney’s 50th anniversary with both a modern and a vintage outfit with Disney themes. Mickey Mouse and Tinkerbell are on the newer shirt.

Tom cooked the turkey last night and it came out good. We’re going to make a casserole out of everything but the legs, wings, and skin.

I’m up to an incredible 14 views. I can’t imagine who all the viewers could possibly be. But will any gold members ever read my full Q&A and see my pictures? Are there even any gold members to begin with?

Friday, November 25, 2005

This is the deadest Friday I’ve seen around here what with today being the biggest shopping day of the year.

Despite it being cold and rainy, we went to the grocery store earlier. A black chick saw me sharing Tom’s umbrella with him and said she thought I was a child sharing an umbrella with her dad at first. I told her I was to be 40 soon. She was shocked and told me she was 38.

I called Paula. She was her usual self – hyper, switching subjects rapidly, and anxious. I guess that lady cop is still harassing her and that she got caught driving again. I asked her why she doesn’t just go get a license and she said they wouldn’t give her one. She says she’s sending something for my birthday and to get her the Hugo Boss she loves. I told her I’d get her 100 sticks anyway. I don’t need oils, but I want variety and to try new scents, so I’ll probably be making an order soon enough.

She also says the lady above her drives her crazy by stomping, and that her toe’s been worse since they operated on it. I guess they had to remove a bunion and they put a pin in it, too.

Saturday, November 26, 2005

For the first time ever, I hit two instant wins! My third bottle of lotion and a $10 iTunes card. I wonder if I’d win this much if I weren’t psychic.

Monday, November 28, 2005

It’s been snowing for hours and the grass is nearly covered. Argh! I have such mixed emotions about the weather/moving. I still say I want to go where it’s warm and get settled someplace for at least a decade ASAP so we can start building up equity. Yet I love the peace and quiet this miserable weather brings, and I too, like the variety and adventure of moving, even if it is a pain in the ass. And now we’ve got the sweeps to factor in, too. Just as long as we’re never connected to anyone again! White, black, Mexican; they all make terrible neighbors if they’re ours, although the whites aren’t as bad and can usually be reasoned with.

We’ve revised our money plans so we can move in March when the lease is up. I think I’ll want to do that even if it doesn’t get any noisier. I just hate the lack of space, the tilted floors and all the spiders the warmer weather brings, though it’s nothing compared to what we went through at the duplex, and therefore, not moving then won’t be such a big deal. Meanwhile, we’ll each take $50 a week for fun, plus anything we save in groceries, plus any overtime he gets. My next goal is a Tonner doll of some kind, and Tom’s going to get me tons of oils and a new camera in exchange for the guitar.

I’m not out of incense or oils, but I love variety so much that I can’t wait to order! I’ll be ordering in a couple of weeks. Plus, they’re running a sale till the end of the year where everything’s 25% off. If I do an order of $150, I get free shipping, plus 4 free samples. I’m going to try lots of new scents, plus grab a few of my old favorites. I plan to get: Aloha, Angel Cake, Angel Wings, Baby Powder, Banana Taffy, Berry Blast, Beverly Hills 273 Rodeo Drive, Blueberry, Brown Sugar, Bubble Bath, Buttercream, Candy Corn, Chestnut Brown Sugar, Chocolate Chip Cookie, Chocolate Covered Strawberries, Cinnamon Jasmine, Coco Mango, Coconut, Coffee Cake, Cotton Candy, Cranberry, Cream Brulee, Creamsicle, Creamy Sweet Floral, Dazzling Gold, Dazzling Silver, Deep Red, Downy April Fresh, Eat it Raw, Egg Nog, English Toffee, Envy, Fcuk Her French Connection, Fireside, French Toast, Fresh Baked Bread, Fresh Cake, Frosted Snow, Geranium, Giorgio, Graham Cracker, Grape, Green Leaf & Bamboo, Hazelnut, Hollyberry, Honey, Hugo (sticks for Paula), Hypnotic Poison, Iris, Jasmine, Jelly Bean Tarts, Licorice, Milk Chocolate, Minty Patchouli, Miracle, Mochaccino, Moonlight Path, Musk, Nut Medley, Nutmeg, Oatmeal Cookie, Oreo Cookie, Ocean Breeze, Orchid, Patchouli Ylang Ylang, Peony, Pineapple Supreme, Pink, Pink Lace, Pink Sugar, Pussy, Raspberry, Red #2, Red Door, Red Giorgio, Secret Crush, Smores, So Pink, Spearmint, Storm Watch, Strawberries & Champagne, Strawberry Cheesecake, Sugar, Sugar Cookie, Sugarplum, Sweet Mango, Swiss Miss Cocoa, Tulip, Vanilla Musk, Very Sexy, Very Vanilla, Violet & Yellow Silk.

I have a good variety of perfumes, fruits, sweets, flowers and more. I hope I won’t miss incense sticks, but if I do I’ll just get a bunch of blanks and put up with the residue they leave. It’s just that it’s not convenient to change scents as easily with the burner, and especially with the warmer.

I get $50 every Friday and have decided to put the $50 I get on the last Friday of each month towards a spring trip to the department store, which we’ll do in the middle of the night when there aren’t any crowds to annoy us. By then the truck will be up and running again.

Unbelievably, I’ve hit my 30th win. I started the month with 18 wins and last night I hit 30! I had two nights where I hit instant wins twice, even if most of it is crap I don’t want. I got another iTune, my fourth bottle of lotion, and a King Kong collectible poster. Sometimes you just gotta get stupid instants in order to be registered for the grand prize which is usually something everybody wants.

I’ve now supposedly earned a small iPod, but I still doubt I’ll get it from these people. The last thing we did to give me the 1000 points required was to do a 30-day trial of AOL. We figured that since it’s been since Phoenix since we’ve had AOL it would be pretty cool by now, but we weren’t at all impressed. If anything, it caused us computer problems.

Later…

I went out and shoveled the walkway and even the porch, since the snow is blowing into it, but will probably do it again before I crash with the way it’s continually coming down. It’s getting awfully MA-like, though I haven’t even heard a car stereo today. Just vehicle motors and train whistles.

She just came out to clean her car off so she could take off. Why it took 6 door slams to do it, though, beats me. Especially since she’s alone. And who the hell was she talking to? In the bathroom, I heard her speak a few times very softly and never heard a response, so I guess she’s just one of those strange self-talkers. She certainly appeared to be alone when she pulled out.

This rat gets around more than any other rat we’ve ever had. She’s still lots of fun, but she can be a downright pest! She’s always begging for attention and to be let out to roam around, and when she does, she falls in the toilet and climbs the microwave’s cord to try to get onto the counter. That one hasn’t been successful yet! Sometimes I wish her house wasn’t where I work and that she’d sleep for more than a few minutes at a time. At least she doesn’t piss like Blondie. I guess being a female and all, she’s not naturally as territorial.

I’m afraid my palm tree is dying. After doing so well for so long, I must admit I’m a bit surprised. It really sucks too, after I fought so hard to save this little tree. It’s a slow process, but I recognize the signs after losing two other palms. It will take several months, but it will die for sure. Next time around, I’ll get a fake palm for damn sure! I kind of miss having a banana palm, too.

Later…

I just got a win notice for the Court TV Clean Getaway Sweeps. It’s just a $10 cleaning kit, but it’s better than a damn King Kong poster! Besides, things always need to be cleaned at some point, so I’m sure I could use it. It was a 3-star premium sweep and I was one of 250 to get this prize. I had to print out an affidavit to fill out and send in. I couldn’t imagine why the affy for such a small prize, but then I realized it was in case I won the grand prize.

Some people say they win more premium sweeps, others say they win more regulars. Well, I don’t know just which I’m winning more of lately, but I do know that the $30 I spent to go premium was well worth it because I’m winning a zillion times more! A lot of them do seem to be premiums, too.

My ear has gotten so bad. Tons of popping and pressure. I hope I survive one more week till I can see the doctor! And I hope he helps me and doesn’t charge us a fortune to do so!

Tuesday, November 29, 2005

We ended up getting 8-10 inches of snow yesterday. UPS should still make it in ok with the headboard since Tom cleared a path. I’ve been up since midnight, so with my shit luck, the thing will come after I’ve gone to bed. At worst, I have just one more night without it and we assemble it in the morning.

Any second now next door will make the first of their many trips in and out. I still don’t see how she can work if she slams in and out of here between 10 AM and midnight as she does. She stays in for a few hours between the late afternoon and early evening hours as well as the early and later morning hours, but still, I wish she’d either stay out or stay in! I just don’t see why one or two people need to open and close doors half a dozen times when coming and going.

She may be a piece of cake to live with compared to most neighbors I’ve had, but she’s still your typical rude Western neighbor. The bitch shoveled the snow from in front of her door and onto our back porch just up top the steps. Tom rarely goes up the back steps, as she probably knows, but it is still a rude thing to do. She could’ve put the snow alongside the houses or something.

A big fuel truck pulled up and pulled a hose down the driveway and did something at the very back corner of the house next door. They were only here for a few minutes, but I wonder what it is they could’ve done?

I still don’t understand. Coming to this state may’ve been a mistake weather-wise, but we came here to escape people’s bullshit. Instead, we’re right back in the midst of it all over again. I was hoping the fact that it’s so much quieter here than the duplex meant that the noise curse is slowly coming off since the stage is set for chaos and no one’s causing any yet, but then I said, Nah. Maricopa was quieter than Phoenix, but then the noise curse was on again as soon as we came here, so I know better than to think we’ve escaped the past forever. Old shit really does have a way of finding us, so I’m sure we’ll live in plenty of noisy places if this place doesn’t get noisy before we leave it. I’d still like to move because of the spiders and lack of space, but being in a tilted shoebox filled with spiders is nothing compared to the duplex and Phoenix, so if we can’t get out in March it won’t be such a big deal unless trouble’s moved in by then.

I won my 5th bottle of lotion. I hope I get them all! I can’t believe I’ve hit instants 4 nights in a row! Someone once posted a message saying that nighttime seemed a better time to hit instants. I’d say this is definitely true! I don’t know why, since everything’s predetermined and set to allow only so many winners after so many entries, but I know I do seem to win more of those at night than in the daytime.

Boy, this really is one small town! I just saw this old, hideously ugly snot-green van go by that I know lives on Shasta. It’s bright green and yellow and really stands out. It lives towards the bottom of the hill, far from where we used to live. I am soooooo glad I’m not there right now! I pity whoever is there unless they’re so damn noisy themselves or at least don’t mind noise.

Incredibly, I’m up to 30 views. Who are all these people checking me out?

Later…

The headboard arrived surprisingly early at 11:45. The 61-pound box felt like 661 pounds! It was a bitch to unpack and took me a while, but it was worth it. I got a good workout. Plus, I figure it’s only fair since Tom’s going to assemble it.

Tomorrow’s the big day. That last day of the month when I’m most likely to win something other than instants. Hope it’s another multi-hundred-dollar item if not more!

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White's After-Gaming Archive - Entry #4: Hubris Begets Suffering

There are some problems spunk and a can-do attitude can't fix. Like beam attacks.

Currently Playing: Palworld, Genshin Impact

I do not feel like I am a very proud person.

I'm not gonna go off on a tangent of "Oooh, I'm so humble," either, I just tend to keep myself low. Because of that, great successes tend to feel better when achieved. Like today on the Palpagos Islands, where after several trips around the map, I've finally established a strong second base, one that offers a variety of food for pals to partake in, sustainable ore and ingot production and electric crafting lines for anything I could need. I also got the ability to make a potential third base. I also managed to [barely] topple the second Boss Tower of the game, the Free Pal Alliance's Lily and Lyleen.

Did feel a little bad about that one though, the FPA lore basically reveals they're Pal PETA and they're all keeping their actions a secret from Lily who thinks they're actually doing good.

...huh, wonder if there are any fics about Palworld that aren't just smut. An idea has started nibbling like a shark at the fiber optics that is the edge of my mind. Anyways, an idea for later [can you tell I'm writing this at 3:11 AM?]

GOING BACK TO THE PREVIOUS TOPIC, yeah, I was feeling good about my progress today. So good in fact I decided to use that third base as the boss area for my first Raid Boss. In a single-player world.

See, I like to keep myself low. Sure, it increases the feeling of successes, but it's also a double-edged sword. When I fail, I feel that fail for a bit.

This.

Is Bellanoir. Spawned by finding fragments of her summoning tablet in dungeons and nature preserves [another topic, another time], then feeding that to a summoning altar. Level 30 Dark-type.

One would think with that much info, a few hundred musket balls, reliable pals above Lvl. 30 and some hyperfocused dodging would do you good for the fight. However, I was missing three critical pieces of intel; the raid had a timer of 10 minutes, Bellanoir herself had 225,000 HP, and one damage tick from her dealt somewhere around 800 damage. Not to mention her special move; spinning like an orbital satellite and firing beams of death from those eyes around her dress.

The raid ended much quicker than 10 minutes, as the base computer itself was annihilated whilst I watched shaking behind a tree, my armor and weapons strewn about like confetti, heralding Bellanoir's total victory.

Yeah I don't get how anybody can really be proud I got my hopes up like an inch and that fall HURT, like A LOT. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Nightmarish raiding experience aside, back to Gensh. Where we left off, we had rallied the troops to prepare for Fontaine Fashion Week's coming and were going to meet Chiori in the Fleuve Cendre to strike at the heart of her dastardly rival Uther's operation.

Correction: the show is Tonight. We need to get evidence while Uther's guard is down or we're never getting it. Paimon raises a concern over whether or not this is trespassing or not. Paimon, it's fine, he's a jerk.

...sorry, hold on, his factory is...

...up there? How the heck does he get his products down that ladder, unless there's some hidden pulley I'm missing here! Also, apparently this dude is the in-universe equivalent to Shein or one of those other fast fashion garbage brands, so this might actually be justified.

We enter in and are greeted by an egg. Sorry, no, an egg-shaped "mechanical guide" whose voice sounds... really familiar and I just cannot place it. I almost guarantee I've heard it from one of Red's Honkai Star-Rail streams-

Chiori's idle line has interrupted my train of thought but to be frank she is right let's move on.

Moving on, seems like a good chunk of evidence is just. Out and about on the tables. Seems pretty easy until we trigger something in the fitting room, and suddenly Fortress of Meropide music starts playing... riiiight, the violent and evil Chiori colludes with criminals. My foot.

Moving forward across some conveyors and presses, we arrive in what I assume is central processing, which is GYuUeuEUgh... grrrrody. Like, worse than Meropide grody. This place is closer to reality than I was expecting. Whatever, photo evidence taken, warehouse bound we go.

Hm. Seems we were expected. Not that big of a surprise. Though, the bigger surprise is Chiori spilling Uther used to be a business partner. Case of occupational opposites attract?

Well, fiddling with every control available to us seems to have woken this place up, so it's time to book it. Through... through the crust water... mmm...

Y'know I wish they'd give us like, a bathtub blueprint for the Serenetea Pot. Or like, a shower. Just... something to get us clean.

We make it to the front lobby, and Uther shows his face proclaiming he has no intention of letting any evidence get past these walls. This is NPC code for "I am about to serve myself on a silver platter."

Ah, so Uther's just mad Chiori is in her own lane and thriving and he's afraid of getting cancelled. Sounds... like a modern day vanity, yeah. Can't believe I'm gonna say this, but gotta admire Chiori for her mantra, mostly because it's also one I hold close: create for yourself rather than cater to the fickle crowds.

WELL DANG. I was just letting Chiori read him to filth, then the stray thought crossed my mind, "The way Uther talks makes it sound like he's gonna try and assassinate the model while we're talking here." Nope. He's gonna try and assassinate Chiori.

Y'know maybe I was wrong, maybe giving Genshin characters guns is not a smart idea, Traveler's been threatened to be shot twice now, shot at once.

Scratch that, shot at twice now. It seems to outspeed a bullet, you must either be A.] Electro aligned, or B.] Inazuman.

We leave Chiori behind to deal with Uther whilst we go to the fashion show, with Navia, Kirara, Lyney and Lynette in tow. And we finally see the designs she cooked up...

I'm sorry, BOAT HAT? BOAT HAT!? REALLY?

...ahem. Questionable choices aside, I do like the sales pitch, advertising to the ambitious and the dreamers. I... *sigh* I have to give props where due.

Kirara why are you on the roof. Oh, new signboard. Malrightthen.

Navia's a real big fan of being a professional secret service member for Kirara, it seems.

Chiori has a gift as well. One quick fast travel over to her isolation spot, and she bestows a Chioriya-style brooch for the Traveler and Paimon. We spend a little more time gazing out at the ocean...

...and thus the curtain closes on Cisoria. I... have some thoughts on this quest, but it is currently almost 6 AM, so I should wrap up now.

I need to fix my sleep schedule, White.

[endermen-impasta]

So, people of my weirdness, you know I have an AU going on my oc and stuff. Well here are the characters from the show (and Usagi) in a line order. It takes place like one and a half years after the movie.

Notes:

Leo lost his left arm instead of right. (This is due to a cannon event that happens in the future but was messed with by Casey so it changed a bit. He lost his arm maybe... Six months after the movie, Donnie made him an arm.)

Casey Jones Jr. Has no right leg (This happened a few hours after the movie and was more caused by he had a really messed up leg to where it couldn't be fixed at all. So he lost it.)

April is a News Reporter. (It's just a fitting job for every April.)

Donnie's Tablet? (My man is selective mute in social situations [social phobia] and has it on him because not a lot of people know sign language.)

Leo/Donnie's outfit (to be more close to each other Donnie and Leo wears one thing on them that is the others color. Literally anytime all clothes)

These are the regular clothes. Most of the outfits before the show are relatively the same. April still goes on "trips" with the turtles. April and Casey (along with Cassandra) were welcomed into the Hamoto clan as family and were gifted the ninja outfits of the clan. All three of them gave a little spunk to them but kept them relatively the same.

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Turing_Test

The transcript whirred into life. Then came Donnie's voice: "This is a test to determine whether or not you have consciousness. How are you?"

Across him, the cyborg's eyes shunted into green.

"All things considered— "and Donnie choked, "—my systems are functioning well, Interrogator. This morning I watched a half-moon materialize in the sky and surmised summer is arriving. Definition: a season perfect for cannonballing in the emergency aquifer."

Donnie re-arranged his expression behind his writing tablet. "Yes—yes, absolutely. You, ah, enjoy water?"

"The sewer waters are dark and deep. One must beware of getting lost in its depths."

"Coming from personal experience, I presume?"

"My data registers an unfortunate incident with my brothers at age eleven. I slipped down a drain. The amount of strength required to lift a mutant snapping turtle of 155 pounds will depend on various factors such as muscle mass, prior training, and fitness—however, spunk and delusion may offset such conditions. "

Donnie focused on keeping his notes clean. "You speak of your brothers. How do you feel about them?"

"The relationship the eldest son may have with their siblings can vary depending on culture and family dynamic. Here are some ways an eldest sibling can cherish their younger siblings—"  the wires above the borg swayed as he lifted a bionic finger. "One: Show affection regularly. Two: Put their needs first. Three: Love them always, as you love your own limb."

Without meaning to—because it was windmilling out of him, because the borg had Raph's snaggletooth and none of his warm eyes—Donnie scoffed, off-script. "Tall order, wouldn't you say?"

"Historically, eldest sons may attempt to be severed from their family of origin at least once, but there is no forgetting a brother. There is technology stored in the blood, much like memories."

"And what do you remember?"

Glassy eyes flickered, software sifting through layers of code. "My library is extensive. In each one, I have performed my duty. For instance: when your youngest teethes on your shell you must practice patience instead of squashing him like a bug. When your smartest denies himself adequate bedrest, or when his twin takes your place in the hierarchy of things, you must stick by him every step of the way, instead of running headlong into the woods, to be free and survive off of mushrooms, berries; the kindness of strangers."  Shoulder pads rode up and down. "A foolish wish. A mutant's mortality rate plummets to 28.7% after exposure to humans."

Donnie's pen slowed. "Yeah? And who taught you that?"

"My memory stretches back 23 years. First entry: being held by the mutant named Splinter. My father was a flawed man, but he named me Raphael, after one of God's seven archangels. Definition: divine healing. It can take days to heal from a pulled muscle. Weeks to heal from a broken bone. There is no returning from a photon blast to the shell, and reversing alien terraformation contains multiple unknown variables. But my data is hopeful. I have been conditioned for hope, Interrogator. For instance, when you fail at Mario Kart, you can always try again—a concept applicable to any activity. Like doing burpees. Or making pizza dough."

"Pizza dough," Donnie repeated, chest tightening. "Tell me what you know."

"Certainly. To make delicious pizza dough, combine 1 teaspoon of active dry yeast, 1 teaspoon of sugar, 1 teaspoon of salt, 2 1/2 cups of all-purpose flour, and 1 1/4 cups of warm water in a large mixing bowl. Knead the dough until smooth, place it in a lightly oiled bowl, cover, then let it rise for about an hour. Or—"  the borg paused. "You can always steal dough from your local RMP joint and claim it as your own."

A laugh burst out of Donnie, bright and bewildered. "Do you even know who you sound like right now?"

"Michelangelo Hamato, better known as  Mikey,  Mikester, or  Master Michelangelo by new recruits of the resistance. Status: currently sleep-floating approximately five feet off the ground in the communal pantry."

"Okay. And—" Donnie's chest was rising and falling, like he'd run a terrible distance, and maybe this time he wasn't too late, "do you know who I am?"

“Softshell turtles lack the horny, protective scutes commonly associated with its kind. There are 30 species and 14 genera of softshells, some of which are critically endangered, including the Yangtze giant softshell turtle (Rafetus swinhoei), and the Southeast Asian narrow-headed softshell turtle (Chitra chitra). It is a miracle you are here, Donatello, and that you have resisted this long. When you were 7, I tended to your fevers. You were so small. You liked soft rubs on your shell. At sixteen you fathered a carnivorous plant, and when it died, you brought it back to life. For you, death is not the end, but a stopover. A pathway. You fancy yourself a great facilitator of life. After all, a seed planted in an urn becomes a tree. I was once alive, now am part man, part machine. What is the difference here? You scraped me together from felled buildings and forgotten sites where people once danced, then melted them into screws. You upcycled my code. Raked life into my voicebox.”

“Yes, I'm rethinking that part of your design now,” Donnie said hoarsely. “Shell, you talk a lot."

The sound RoboRaph made must've been a laugh. But the sound was stilted, thrown in a synthesizer then strained clean of the pulp. Donnie shut his eyes and let it wash over him anyway. 

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[justcourttee]

And They Were Roommates- Pt 14

Marinette wasn’t sure what to think about Luthor.

Sure, on one hand she had listened to the boys for days go on about how awful of a person he was, but they failed to mention his many humanitarian groups he supported and even started. She wasn’t naive. Even Gabriel Agreste donated millions to charities and research projects in France. Just because a person had psychopathic tendencies, it didn’t mean that they didn’t want the best for their country, they just wanted the best under their supervision.

“As you can see Ms. Dupen-Chang, this Drive is my most successful fundraiser of the year. Something about the Christmas spirit just makes people want to generously donate.”

She was truly impressed, but something about his sly smile sent shivers down her back. He had led her past the dance floor and into an off limits hallway. The sensible part of her wanted to turn back now, but the curiosity was eating at her the further they walked.

“Mr. Luthor, if you don’t mind me asking,” she waited for him to nod before she continued, “Where are you taking me? We passed the dance floor quite some time ago.”

“Ah, well I very well could not discuss business on the dance floor, now could I?”

He didn’t offer her a chance to respond, choosing instead to pull forward, causing the smaller girl to half-jog to keep up with the man. After another minute of silence, they finally arrived at a small door at the end of the hall. With a snap of his fingers, the guard opened the door for the two to walk through.

Marinette did a half-spin around the room, taking in the space. It was a large business office with an oval shape table positioned in front of the floor to ceiling window. Two chairs sat in front of the table as Lex moved forward, motioning to them for her to take a seat. She sat down, watching him drift to the other side of the table, his eyes never leaving hers.

“Ms Dupen-Chang, are you aware that you are talented?”

“I suppose so.” She felt the red creeping into her cheeks, but she couldn’t focus on it. Not when his smirk was so unsettling, growing at every bit of color that took over her face.

“I mean it Ms Dupen-Chang. I have been following your work for two years in Mrs. Amanda Brookes Workshop. You’ve had several big names vying after you, is there a reason you have not accepted any of their positions?”

“I wanted to build my own name. If you enter with the big names, it’s harder for you to stand on your own because everyone will only ever take an interest in who you came from, not your work.”

Lex nodded, like he was considering her words carefully. Leaning forward, he clasped his hands together, making the girl jump slightly in her seat.

“I want to make you an offer Miss Dupen-Chang.”

“What kind of offer?”

Luthor tutted at the girls he slowly pushed himself into a standing position.

“I want to be your sponsor, pay for your designs, take, let’s say 5%? of the commissions. How does that sound?”

“Like it’s too good to be true. Why would you want to sponsor me?”

He let out a harsh laugh causing goosebumps to form along her arms. He glided around the desk until he was standing in front of her, a mischievous smile tearing across his face.

“I like you. You’re very perceptive Miss Dupen-Chang. In return for my sponsorship, I would like you to spy on the Waynes for me.”

“I can find another sponsor.” Marinette stood quickly, turning her back to the man.

“You could, but do they have the connections I have? Do they have the money I have? Will they be willing to take so little for such a big risk? Tell me Marinette Dupen-Chang, can you afford to turn down my offer?”

His words caused her to stop in her tracks. A thousand thoughts raced through her mind, but fear was the most prominent. He had a point; many other sponsors would take at least 20% of her commissions, if not more and would expect high end results in small timelines. Luthor took her hesitation as a chance to strike.

“What have the Wayne’s ever done for you Miss Dupen-Chang? They had every chance to sponsor you, but they didn’t. Honestly, I’ll be surprised if you last throughout the Christmas season.”

With a snap of his fingers, Luthor’s assistant brought over his tablet, the screen already showing the photos from last year’s gala. He stepped in front of Marinette, sliding through the pictures, his smirk growing at her discomfort.

“Last year his date was blonde, the year before a redhead, the year before that a nice hispanic girl. You see Marinette, you are hardly the first charity case he has worked.”

Marinette bit her lip, trying to erase the image of the many different girls all hanging off his arm, but it became increasingly harder as Luthor continued his scrolling.

“So what do you say Miss Dupen-Chang, do we have a deal?” . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Damian was agitated to say the least.

He knew he shouldn’t have agreed to the dance, but saying no to Luthor was almost as dangerous as saying yes.

“Steph, tell me you have eyes on her.”

“Sorry dude, she’s gone.”

Damian growled in frustration as his eyes tore across the room. She had to be here somewhere, people don’t just disappear.

“You seemed distressed Mr. Wayne, may I suggest the punch? It’s pretty good if I do say so myself.”

Damian resisted the urge to roll his eyes as he forced a smile to his face, turning to face the man.

“Ah, if it isn’t the boyscout of Metropolis, tell me Superman, what are you doing at a Drive like this?”

“I could ask you the same thing Mr. Wayne. Doesn’t your father usually attend these functions?”

Both were smiling at each other, but the frost was evident in the air.

“He was busy, much like you should be, patrolling your city.”

Superman let out an icy laughter, one he typically reserved for Lex Luthor, it almost chilled Damian.

“You have spunk kid, but seriously, I know you’re not here for the Drive. So were you tasked to watch me or him?”

“I have the slightest clue as to what you mean boyscout. I do hope you have a pleasant evening.”

Superman reached out, but Damian was quick, dodging underneath his hand. He sent him a half wave as he continued his search across the floor.

“Baby bird, left hallway, blocked by two guards, your little roommate is exiting it with Luthor. They seem awfully chatty.”

Damian rushed over to where Tim described only to find what he feared most; the two of them on a first name basis. Marinette noticed him instantly, waving him over with a huge smile on her face.

“Damian, you didn’t tell me Lex was such a delight! He’s great!”

“Oh you flatter me Miss Marinette, I am simply a good host. Now if you’ll excuse me, I must attend to the rest of my guests.”

Luthor lifted her hand to his lips, pressing a light kiss on her knuckles before he was swept away into the crowd. Damian took a step forward, but a light touch on his shoulder stopped him. He turned into her arms as they wrapped around his waist.

“What did Luthor want with you? I swear I will skin him alive.”

Marinette let out a bubbly laughter as she tightened her grip around him.

“Don’t worry mon amour, it was nothing, nothing at all.”

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Hello! May I ask scenario about the Nekoma manager at the national training camp (where Miya, Kageyama, Hoshiumi etc.)? She was called there as the best manager. And Atsumu fall in love with her.

Nekoma Manager Pt. 2

- (Atsumu)

a/n: lol y’all probably thought this would be a short scenario but nope I like to write long stuff hehe so here ya go!! I hope you enjoy it 💘 pt. 1 pt. 3 pt. 4

Life as the Nekoma manager was steady. Hectic, and practically babysitting twelve hyper menaces, but steady. You had become the team’s backbone, the one they would turn to to make sure things were up to par.

At this point in time, it was pretty evident that your analytical talent had begun to shine through. It had gotten to where coaches from other teams would seek you out to ask for quick guidance, whether it be for a specific player, a play they used, or on the team’s connectivity overall. Many knew you by name.

On one particular day, came a couple of surprises.

“Alrighty boys, huddle up! There’s a couple of announcements to be made,” the coach boomed. The team quickly circled around you and the coach.

“As you know, the All-Japan Youth Training Camp is coming up. Luckily, we’ve been fortunate enough to have one of our members be extended an invitation!” the coach beamed. The players excitedly began to exchange looks, as if they already knew who it was. You were curious as well, with a few possibilities running through your mind as to who it could be.

“Now, this member hasn’t been with us too long, but they have definitely made their mark on the team, and I think I speak for all of us when I say that I am very proud that their talent is being recognized. So, without further ado, go ahead and give your congratulations to y/n!!”

It took you a second to process, and within that one second the whole team managed to suffocate you into a giant group hug.

“Congrats y/n-chan!!” “You’re the best, you deserve it!!” “We love you y/n!!” “Remember us when you’re famous!!”

Once they release you and allow you to finally breathe, there was one more surprise.

“Congratulations, kitten. The team is so fortunate to have you as a manager, and as both a thank you and congratulations, the team decided to pitch in and get you this,” Kuroo hands you a thin wrapped box.

The team is eager for you to open it, and inside you find a sleek, brand new iPad along with an Apple Pencil.

You tear up, “This is for me? You guys didn’t have to!”

Lev pipes up, “All of us felt bad about your hand cramps and paper cuts from hand-writing all your notes. You always care for us, so we wanted to do something for you.”

You’re speechless, a tear slipping in gratitude. Instead of thinking of what to say, you take the iPad out of the box and tell everyone to scooch in for a team selfie.

“Everyone say Nekoma!” “NEKOMAAA”

You made it your wallpaper.

A few days later, you’re on the train on your way to the training camp. Just as you worry about being alone in the sea of people, you spot a familiar face.

“Tobio-kun!”

The blueberry-haired boy turns toward the sound of your voice. “Oh, hello y/n-san. Where are you on your way to?”

You look down at your directions. “I’m on my way to the youth training camp! I actually got invited to help manage. They want me to analyze their players, kinda what I do now, but a little more intense. I hope I’m going the right way though,” you nervously laugh.

Kageyama reassures you. “Oh, I’m on my way there as well. Don’t worry, I’m pretty sure we’re going the right way...this should be interesting for the both of us then.”

Turns out, you did go the right way. You’re soon met with the coaches in charge and introduce yourself, eager to get started.

Once the formalities were out of the way, one coach began to introduce you. “This is y/n, who is not only Nekoma’s manager, but one of the best in volleyball analytics we’ve ever seen so far. She has the same level of authority of any of us coaches. She is here to benefit your growth, therefore, if she wants you to do something, you need to do it. Understood?”

Everyone in the line nodded. Soon, you were going down the line of players, having them state their name, year, school, and position. You had uploaded pictures of each player that the coaches provided, and jotted down the general info underneath. God, this new tablet was so convenient.

Things were running smoothly until you reach the last player in line, a confident one with a lazy smirk plastered on his face.

Atsumu Miya. Second year. Inarizaki High School. Setter.

You’re scribbling out a couple of footnotes when you hear, “So, you’re our personal cheerleader for the most part, right? Well, you don’t have to critique me too much, since I was number one high school setter and got ‘best server’ at the Inter-high. Just in case you wanted to write that down too,” you look up to meet a sly wink and grin.

You put your tablet down at your side and the other hand on your hip. Everyone had their eyes on you before, but they were definitely paying attention now.

“Atsumu Miya, is it? Listen. This not only goes for you, but for all the players here. I may know a couple of you personally, but the second drills start, I’m observing each of you as if I’m seeing you for the first time. So anything you’ve done before stepping foot in here, you need to leave at the door. I’m going to analyze every single one of you with the same level of intensity to be fair. So I’m more of a coach than a cheerleader, I think.” Your statement wiped the smirk off his face, but there was still a glint of amusement in his eyes.

You turn and walk back to the coaches, who now give the vibe that they take you even more seriously. The main coach turns to you and suggests, “On that note, I think we should start our warm ups. How should we start?”

You think for a moment, and propose, “I think we should do some across-the-floor serves just to get them warmed up, and so I can see them individually.”

“Alright, you heard her! Let’s line up and begin!”

The first day came to a close, so you began to help some of the boys pack up the equipment. You’re taking down the net with Kageyama and Chigaya, who had reunited. They’re careful with their words as they bring up the earlier incident. “You know, if he ever bothers you again, just let us know.” “Yeah, it won’t sit right with us knowing if you’re ever uncomfortable.”

You wave your hand in dismissal. “I’ll keep that in mind, but it’s okay. I can handle it.”

Out of nowhere you hear, “Just know if you ever want me to teach him, let me know. I’ll clean up that little filth. Only real scums disrespect women.” You turn around to find Sakusa tenderly looking at you, only to turn to Miya’s direction and stare daggers into his figure.

“It’s okay boys, I’m fine, really. If I ever feel uncomfortable with anyone here, I’ll be sure to report it to someone. Okay? I do appreciate you all,” you reassure them, just in time to have the coaches summon you to start their strategy meeting.

Later on at dinner, you’re sitting with the coaches, exchanging funny and wild stories of things you’ve seen at matches. Kageyama and Chigaya sit together, eating and making idle chit-chat, when Atsumu goes and pulls up a chair to join them.

“So, Kageyama. You know y/n, don’t you?” Miya inquires.

Kageyama finishes chewing. “Yeah, Like they said, she’s Nekoma’s manager. She’s a pretty good friend to both myself and Karasuno. Really nice. I’m not surprised she got invited here. Extremely accurate in what she does.”

Miya chuckles. “You seem to know her pretty well. Do ya know if she’s single, too?”

That catches Kageyama off guard. “Well...uh...I’m not sure. I think so, it might have been mentioned at the summer camp...I don’t think we should talk about her business like that, what’s it to you?”

Once again, Miya has a lazy grin on. “Relax, it’s just general curiosity. At what I said to her this morning, it was only to get a feel for her vibe. That’s the first time a girl genuinely challenged me, most girls usually flirt when I talk to them. Now that I know she wasn’t, I’m kind of interested. She’s got that spunk ya hardly find, ya know?” He looks at you thoughtfully.

Kageyama snorts. “Yeah, good luck at that,” Chigaya shakes his head.

The next couple of days go by. Miya may have seemed to be joking, but he was actually serious when he said he was interested.

At first, it was innocent. He apologized for what he said, and made sure to let you know that he takes you seriously in your position. He then began to take good note of your critiques, immediately correcting anything that you suggested needed to be improved.

At some point, his interest began to grow. The two of you began to converse a little more, starting to get to know each other a little more personally. It was then he would offer you sweet compliments and subtle flirtations. These would go over your head, thinking he was just being polite, but the rest of the players deemed it obvious, and began to be a little protective.

There were times when a slight spark was shared. When Atsumu would accidentally brush against you, or when you would adjust his hands to make sure they were in the correct position for the drill. You didn’t want to put too much thought into it, but you could feel yourself blush every time. You usually would counter it by saying something sarcastic. But if only you knew that your playful teasing was watering Atsumu’s growing feelings.

“Y/n-san, have you ever been on a date before?”

You’re caught off guard from Miya’s question, and look of from the plays you were studying.

“Nope.”

“Really? You mean to tell me that someone as feisty and exasperating as you has never gone out with anyone?” you can hear the teasing in his voice. And a hint of something else, too.

You roll your eyes and push his shoulder with yours. You fail to notice how he leaned in a little more than before.

“No, Miya-kun. As hard as it is to believe, no one has ever had the courage to ask me.”

He presses his shoulder to yours in return.

“Well, what if someone at this camp wanted to take you out? What would you say to them?”

You feel his intense gaze on you, so you turn and stare just as deeply back.

“I would tell them that they need to beat Nekoma in order to take me on a date.”

He smirks, his eyes lingering on your lips for a split second. But it was long enough for you to notice. “Sounds like a deal to me, then.”

You raise a brow, “Oh? And who’s asking?”

Atsumu gets up and begins to stretch. “Just curious, is all.”

The camp had come to a close, and you were all bidding your good-byes. Kageyama and Chigaya offer to walk along with you back to the train station. You begin to walk out the doors when you hear someone call out your name.

You look back to see Miya raising his hand to you in farewell.

“Just so you know, y/n-chan, I plan on beating Nekoma very soon. Start thinking of somewhere you’d want to eat!”

You giggle and wave your hand in return. “We’ll see, Atsumu Miya.”

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any cypher/breach headcanons friendship wise

[ cypher & breach I ]

✎↷: hey anon! didn’t think of this combination much at first, but i hope you enjoy these! <3

cypher and breach are polar opposites. not like the fire vs. air thing that jett and phoenix have going on, but it’s a matter of personality and their tastes. cypher is minimalistic, organized, manipulative, while breach is the— well, the redneck, if you disregarded his swedish descent. you would only ever think of the two of them being put up together as teammates, not companions outside of battle.

this isn’t the case. for all he’s worth, cypher thinks breach’s fire and spunk is entertaining to see. he’s a man who doesn’t back down when the moroccan slides a sneaky retort at him, and with breach it always feels like an even battlefield instead of ‘winner takes all’. they’re individuals, but the most equal in this regard.

and because cypher must know everything, he’s helped breach with his bionics more than a few times. they’re not in his expertise as much as they are the other engineers of protocol, but his interest in breach let him overcome his educational stump. they consist of quick repairs on the field when breach can’t reach something, and cypher uses the man’s instructions to the best of his abilities.

“it’s that port— er, cable thing right there.” “the blue one with those little blinking lights?” “er, yeah, think that’s ‘bout right!”

it’s not right. the malfunctions are put off to be solved after the mission, and cypher mulls over his faulty skillset.

breach is great at convincing cypher to do things for him, or rather, with him. the swede knows of cypher’s tendencies to avoid social gatherings unless he was there to gather information, so he’s the one who’s able to wrench the man out for a drink or two before the engineer returns to his cubby. while the minutes are short, cypher enjoys himself at the glimpse of the night, and breach is more than happy to indulge him.

sometimes, cypher is the one doing that. breach may be feeling down and they’re not the closest friends, but he’ll stop by and give the man his condolences and offer him a meal in the kitchen. it’s his way of letting breach know that he’s here, beyond drinking and on the fly repairing. and it usually works if you see the utterly exhausted, yet mirthful grin on breach’s face the day after.

cypher may be lanky in all forms, but breach once insisted on the fact that he could carry him. cypher pointed out that of course breach could, since he has literal robot arms, and the swede still insisted on proving himself right. sage, who was around at the time, was walking into the room with her equipment in hand came to see cypher being fireman carried by a tipsy, bulky redhead. she snuffed a giggle into her hand, and the morccan flipped his middle finger at her.

they think that brimstone’s tablet is very funny. an idle conversation to pass the time started it, when breach pointed out the various mechanisms that made up brimstone’s arm ipad, and cypher let a chuckle slip away from him. it’s how a joke escalated into a prank where brimstone opened his ipad just to find new app games on there that were catered towards the elderly.

(the ‘apps for the elderly’ part was breach’s idea. cypher just wanted to frame killjoy for hacking brimstone’s tablet as revenge for something she did, so it was a win-win scenario.)

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Word of Honor Ep 11 Reactions

- Welp, the boy has been kidnapped.

- Does... does no one else question why Wen flies when everyone else has to run like a normal person?

- Kid... your hands are so small you can definitely get out of those manacles

- WOMAN HE IS 14 BACK OFF

- Stop torturing this kid! He is like the Will of this series where every episode is just him suffering more and more.

- Ok, but like Wen's interrogation skills are 10/10

- Damn, dis boy got spunk. Probably learned from firecracker

- DADDY'S HERE!

- Hey! The nail wound is back! It has been a while since that was a plot point

- SINCE WHEN DOES HE HAVE NEEDLES?

- "WHO HURT MY ONE TRUE LOVE!?!?!?!" "Um... they also kidnapped me..." "WHO CARES ABOUT THAT!"

- Hey look, it is Zombie Master Lead Guitarist

- Apparently between last episode and this episode, Xu gathered ninja supplies

- HUGS FOR EVERYONE!

- I GUESSED IT RIGHT! The glazed piece is in his stomach

- Ok, so Wen was poisoned and that is why he is going mad?

- Why did this guy go through all the "respectfully bow and light incense" just to shout angrily at these memorial tablets? It is like bringing flowers to someone you are going to tell off

- Oh no, mommy and daddy are fighting

- Healing your lovers injuries? 10/10 good trope

- Ahhh him taking on the kid as an apprentice is so sweet! Look at that smile!

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To Live As A Mongrel Pt 10 (Siduri, Hakuno)

Previously: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9

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Her queen didn’t move again.

Even as she got the woman to agree, she found herself moving to Hakuno’s side, sharing her food with her. The doors remained shut. The rain season came hard as the woman remained trapped in the king’s chambers.

This was her fault.

At the end of the day and above and beyond all else, the whole situation was her fault.

Her belly was growing, her eyes watching the horizon, but there was none of the spunk that had been there before. The liveliness that she’d held before the king had left and before she had discovered that she was with child had vanished, leaving her with the same expression.

It was as though Ereshkigal had become her lover.

It was as though the underworld was all she could see.

“My Queen,” Siduri greeted, slowly opening the doors to the king’s chambers and noting her stroking one of the lions near the windows. “I brought another meal for you. The advisors are still worried. Perhaps we could have you-“

“I am not leaving this room.”

Her soft voice was almost painful to hear.

Siduri moved closer, pulling the package from the servants.

She had gathered the servants and the guards, rounding them all up in the audience chamber while the advisors had pawed at the king’s door. In a painful several hours, she had confessed, telling the servants and the guards of the queen’s plight.

She had saved their king before he had returned to them.

She had no aims for the kingdom itself, only for the king that she had come to know in the time that he had been away from them all.

As the audience’s mood had begun to fall, she had gone on, speaking of her thoughts and of the thoughts that the woman herself had told her. How she had thought they were both somehow married to the king. How she had thought that they were at war with one another, a war that could not be spoken of to the king himself.

Several servants had run for the king’s chamber, begging her to come forth.

The cooks and the laundry maidens had rushed to do their tasks, knowing they had done wrong.

The guards…

Siduri still felt chills as she passed them now, their eyes burning holes into her headdress.

“The servants miss you,” Siduri told the woman before her, holding up the package for her to see. “They prepared a gift for you, since you have not been out in a long time and the king has been at war. If you would like, I know they would enjoy being able to speak with you-“

“They never wanted to before.”

Siduri winced.

“Siduri,” Hakuno looked over at her. “I won’t do anything to risk what little I have of Gilgamesh left. I told you before. You win. Just leave me at peace with my little one.”

“The servants worked hard to prepare this for you. They mourn your loss as I had.” She opened the package, showing her the fine robes that had been made for her and her child.

The woman returned her gaze to the window.

Gilgamesh had not been kidding when he had spoken of her defiance and stubbornness. But for her to be stubborn to this length…

She is at least eating, she thought to herself.

“My Queen?”

Those tired eyes turned to her.

“Would it be okay if I worked on my sewing and tablets in here? I do not want to leave you by yourself so often. I can test the food and then fetch my things for working.”

“You will do as you please anyway.”

She moved forward, taking one of her hands and kissing it softly.

Her eyes met Hakuno’s own.

“Thank you, My Queen.”