#and tank items are busted

[flkwh0re]

The Devil Wears a Suit and Tie.

Contains smut.

Warnings: Readers age is not specified but she is of age, Homophobia, Blood, Puking (reader only does it once while crying), Abuse, Mentions of death, Breif thoughts of suicide, Religion, Use of a slur (once), Nat gaslights reader, Nat punches reader to knock her out, Blasphemy, Dubcon (Nat begins to fuck reader while she’s unconscious then reader wakes up and tries to fight it but eventually gives in), Fingering, Dumbification(-ish???)

Wc: 1,713

A/n: Please listen to Preachers Daughter by Ethel Cain to get the whole ideal feeling of this fic. As a woman who grew up in the south and the church, this album hits really well. Also inspired by the song ‘The Devil Wears a Suit and Tie’ By Colter Wall!

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It started off with your father finding out from the woman you trusted most, Carol Danvers. How could she rat you out like that to your father like that? She was your best friend, the only person who knew about your secret.

No one close to you expected you to be a lesbian, even if they called you a fag or said the way you dressed was weird, the way you acted.

He had come home in a fit rage, busting the front door down. You were sure it came off the hinges. Before you knew it, you were backed into the corner, body aching from the blows you had taken, your throat hoarse from the shouting.

You finally found the courage to run and lock yourself in your room, quickly packing a backpack. Throwing in some clothes, shoes, items dear to you, essentials, and a book.

You unfastened the window, punching through the window screen. You hiked your leg out the window and dropped down. To your dismay, your father saw you.

He bolted out the door, and you quickly jumped onto your bike. pedaling as hard as you could, trying to escape the man you feared more than God.

Your dad hadn’t always been like this, he was always more understanding. When your mother died though, he changed. He began to drink and become terribly abusive. His narcissistic behavior only worsened when he ‘strengthened his faith.’

Your breathing became uneven and ragged, exhaustion consuming your overwhelmed body. You finally gave out running off the side of the road, you slid down a hill, bumping into every rock possibly.

Once you were able to stand, blood dripped down your legs and arms. Small amounts also trickled down your face, along with sweat. Dirt and grime coated your body thickly.

You took off to a bridge you saw, climbing up under it, hoping to hide there for a few hours. You heard the loud thuds of your father's footsteps, your heart pounding with each step. He discovered your slightly mangled bike against a tree, and once he realized you were gone, he cried. You’d not heard him cry since your mother's funeral, it almost made you come out of hiding. You knew his sorrow wouldn’t last, the moment it dispersed he’d be the same man as always.

Your father had finally given up his search for you, not like he cared much anyway. His daughter was ‘one of them queers’ as he’d say. He couldn’t stand people like that, but you were his daughter. He needed to find you, he needed to help you. He knew a woman, Natasha Romanoff.

Natasha was the pastor of the local church. She hadn’t been preaching there for a while, but in her short time she’s ‘helped’ so many young men and women. Now of course her time was spent more catered towards teenagers, but she would be more than willing to help you.

Once night settled in, darkness clouded your eyes. You knew your father wouldn’t get anyone out to look for you, so you figured you’d move at night. You had to get away, and fast.

You stepped onto the main road, your small flashlight in hand that barely worked. The thick mid-June air made sweat slick your body as you walked along the gravel road. No one to your knowledge loved this way, or so you thought.

You followed the small road for what felt like an eternity, your thin tank top clung thickly to your skin. Your overheated weary body fell to the ground, you slumped over laying on your side. Salty hot tears spilled down your face. Thoughts of hatred filled your mind.

How could you disappoint your father like this? How could you betray god like this? a you felt disgusted, so disgusted that as your tears ran you began to heave. Thick bile spilled from your mouth.

If only you could just stop it all, end all your suffering right now. You wouldn’t even hesitate.

You had laid in the spot for what felt like hours, wishing some animal would find you. What found you was even worse.

The sound of a car engine, and squeaky breaks stirred you. Bright headlights blinded you. You wanted to run, you figured now someone had found you and would return you to your father.

The soft crunches of gravel echoed in your ears; a figure approached you. They leaned down and you got a good look at her face. Natasha Romanoff.

“Hey sweetheart, what in the world are you doing out here? What’s happened to ya? Oh my goodness, you’re all bloody laying in a mess of vomit. Let me get you to my house” As she tried to help you to her car you kicked and squirmed.

Loud cries of no came from you, and Natasha was beginning to become impatient. As you thrashed your body around, trying to escape the woman who would bring you to your doom, you speared blood on her spotless suit. She finally had it with you, her fist struck a heavy blow across your face. Your mind went foggy and your eyes dizzy, eventually you lost consciousness.

“If you would’ve just cooperated, I wouldn’t have had to do that.” Natasha said through gritted teeth. She picked up your limp body and carried you to her truck, softly placing you in the seats next to her.

She drove down the road until she reached another small road, turning down it. No one knew about her second life, her home hidden away in the woods. She wasn’t who everyone thought she was. In fact, she was what everyone deemed evil.

She pulled up next to a small trailer house and stepped out of her truck. Natasha stepped around to the other side, pulled you into her arms carrying you bridle style into the house. She brought you to a broken-down couch that reeked of cigarettes.

Natasha walked off to her small room to change out of her dirty, bloodied clothes. She trudged to small refrigerator to grab a beer, cracking it open and taking a big drink.

As she made her way to the couch where you were, an idea popped in her head. She peeled your tank top off your body, revealing your bra. She examined your chest and stomach, dried blood and dirt smeared on your delicate skin.

Natasha unclipped your bra, slipping it off your arms throwing it off. Her hands grope at the soft flesh of your chest. She kneels down, so she can get closer to your breast. Her mouth latches onto your nipple, licking and sucking.

You began to finally regain consciousness, once you realized what was happening your eyes shot open. “No stop! Get off of me!” You shouted, trying to wrestle the older woman off you. She grabbed your wrist in her hand, pinned them onto the arm rest of the couch.

“No baby, you need me. See.” She slipped her hand into your shirt, gathering your slick on her fingers. She removed them and showed you her fingers wet with your arousal, “See baby, now be a good girl and let me fuck you.”

Her hands unbuttoned your shorts and slipped back into your panties. Her rough fingers rubbed at your clit, then she slipped two into your dripping cunt.

A loud cry and moan left your mouth, tears spilled from your eyes. “See baby, it feels so good doesn’t it. Tell me it feels good.” She rasped as she pumped her fingers in and out of you. You weakly nod your head, but Natasha wasn’t satisfied. “No, I want words. I want to hear you say it feels good.”

“Fuck! I-it feels good Natasha.” She chuckled, “Such a dirty mouth.” She curled her fingers up into the right spot, your legs trembled and your back arched up into her. “Fuck ‘m goin’ to cum!” You moaned out, as your juices gushed onto Natasha’s fingers.

She slipped her fingers into her mouth, sucking off your slick and moaning around her digits at your taste. “Fuck baby, you taste so good. I wanna taste you from the source, but we can do that another time. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

You nodded and she helped you stand. You laid your head on her shoulder as she walked you to the bathroom. She readied the water as you slipped yourself out of your shorts. You couldn’t believe you were giving into her; she was so tempting you couldn’t even fathom saying no to her. Like a presence luring you in, like the devil themself.

“Whatcha thinkin’ about pretty girl?” She asked you. “Nothin’.. thank you thought. For this, it’s real kind of you.” She smiled, “Oh it’s nothin’ darlin’, it’s my job.”

You slipped into the warm water, and Natasha began to scrub the dirt off you. She’d give you the occasional kiss on your face, she just couldn’t help it. She’d had her eye on you for a while, she got pretty lucky tonight.

“I’ll keep you safe, don’t worry.” She spoke up, “What?” You questioned her, how would she know? “Your father already spoke to me, but don’t worry. Stay here with me, let me take care of you. I won’t say a word to him.” You nodded, “Okay, promise?” She grinned, “I promise.” She placed as soft kiss of your head, then pulled the plug.

Natasha wrapped the towel around your body and took you to her room. “Here why don’t you put these on, and I’ll grab you a sandwich. Is peanut butter okay?” You smiled and nodded.

Once you had put the clothes on she gave you, Natasha had returned with a bottle of water and the sandwich. “Eat this then we can go to bed, I bet you’re exhausted.” She said as she got into bed, motioning for you to join her. “I am.”

You finished eating, and snuggled up with Nat. She hummed you to sleep, whispering sweet nothings to you. She placed a kiss on your scalp and spoke soft words, “I won’t let anything hurt you.”

You felt safe with Natasha, you still weren’t sure what changed in you. You knew you could finally be comfortable with your life though.

Masterlist

[atarathegreat]

It's Cold

December was always freezing in Tokyo, the only people who never really felt it being those lucky enough to have warm quirks. You always thought it was strange to see people in tank tops and shorts all year round, a few even keeping their quirks activated while they walked through the deep snow on the cold concrete. No one could complain, the warmth was melting the freezing flakes and leaving the sidewalks safe to trek on.

No one appreciated it more than you did, however. Your quirk was never meant to keep you warm or even, really, be all that useful. The setback of winter never kept you from your daily walks and visiting the coffee shop, the clear sidewalks always made it better. You always kept two cylinders of salt in your backpack, sprinkling it where you walked to keep the snow from sticking, because even with quirks people could slip and fall. Also in your bag, next to a couple bottles of water and pain killers, was a box of Hot Handz, mittens, and a fairly packed first aid kit. Being prepared in the super powered world was important, even if you were mostly prepped with regular items.

You pulled your thick jacket a little closer as you smiled to those you passed. The wind was biting and making your cheeks pink and making your teeth rattle together, you assumed it made for a very scary smile. Why else was no one smiling back?

"Whoa!" A small, too small, patch of ice made your heel twist and send you falling backward. Closing your eyes, you braced for the impact that never came, instead a red feather tickled your nose as smooth laughter poured down on you. "Easy, kid, the snow will get ya' out here." Pro hero Hawks was perched upon the wide street light, his thicker winter outfit doing little to keep him warm, if you had to guess from his matching pink cheeks and the way his wings shivered.

A smile tugged at your lips as you kicked to dislodge the ice, "Thank you!"

He didn't need thanks, it was his job to help people. Sure, it wasn't like you were in danger from anything but a busted tailbone, but he was a hero. You waved up at him, pouring a small amount of salt in the area before continuing on. Hawks watched you with confusion. Why was a civilian doing a task that the city was already getting paid to do? He shrugged, crouching to keep himself warm while he kept watch for the next hour or so.

Espresso and coffee beans is the smell that welcomed you. Wrapped you in the softest blanket and kissed your head before passing you a nice pastry. Few patrons turned to see who had let in a small amount of the cold, even fewer seeming to care about your arrival. The barista smiled and greeted you, asking if you'd like your normal order. "Can I also get a strawberry strudel, a warm black coffee with a couple packets of creamer, and two cans of the iced coffee?" You dug in your bag for your wallet as the girl rang up your order. Typically you would sit and watch the snowflakes fall on the big window overlooking the street, but today you made other plans.

So you tucked the strudel and cans of coffee in your bag, carrying the two tall and hot cups in your hands. It would tweak your morning routine, but you felt that it was worth it, even if it only brought a smile to someone's face.

"Hawks, sir!" You called up to the feathery man, motioning to the cup in your hands, "Care for a cup?"

He landed easily next to you, making you happier in your decision to bring him something warm when you heard his teeth clacking together. You passed him his cup, pulling your bag around, "I also got you a strawberry strudel, some iced coffees and here is some creamer, just in case you don't like black coffee."

Hawks tilted his head as you passed him everything, "You don't have to buy things for heroes, kid. We're practically made of money." And yet, you only shrugged at him, "This saves you time!"

As much as he wanted to argue that you shouldn't spend money on him, you were right. You had saved him time that he could now use doing his job or taking his break. "Thanks. What's your name?" Hawks pulled the cardboard sleeve off the cup, writing a small thank you on it before passing it back to you, "Cool name, take care, okay?"

You waited until you were a fair distance away and replaced the sleeve on your cup with the one the hero had written on. It was a sweet gesture that you had done for a hero, one that Hawks would tell to everyone at the agency for days upon days, especially when you made it a frequent part of your routine.

Everyday, without fail, you would walk under him with a bright smile and a wave, returning within the hour and passing him a warm coffee and a strudel, he liked his coffee black so you didn't need to buy creamer packets. One his day off he stood against the light post, casual clothes under an incredibly thick winter coat. He wasn't really sure why he cared so much to see you walk by, but the idea of you not smiling at him made him...upset? He didn't know, but he wanted to see you smile.

"Hey, hey!" He stepped forward as you walked up, "What's up, kid?"

You smiled, passing him a Hot Handz, "It's getting colder these days, so I'm trying to stay active!"

Any hero could admire that, especially from a person like you. Someone who fought to be kind to everyone, or maybe you were just kind by nature and didn't realize that people were assholes. "You into walks that much, huh?" Hawks held a wing over your head to keep the falling ice from collecting in your hair. He narrowed his eyes as your shrugged, "It's always just been a part of my routine."

"Fair enough. Can't say I enjoy the cold weather any more than the next guy." Hawks smirked. For a pro hero, you thought, he sure was normal. Or as normal as a man with wings could be. "So why aren't you on your light this morning?" You asked. He looked over at you, shaking his wing a little to get rid of the accumulating snow, "Day off, didn't want you to miss me."

He wanted to play it off perfectly. To have you, a complete stranger, know that you made his heart nearly explode with your kindness, that he looked forward to your daily smile, that he liked your face and the pink that the cold put on your cheeks. Now that he'd heard you laugh, heard your sweet giggle, he was smitten. "You'll be joining me at the coffee shop then this morning?" You asked, looking up and noticing your new shelter, "I know I sure could use the warmth of the shop this morning."

For the first time, everyone stared as you opened the door. The little bell chimed, giving you away, of course, but it was the hero at your side that really made them watch you. To your relief, the barista greeted you as usual. Hawks followed you up to the counter, leaning carefully across it and staring at you as you ordered the same thing as every other morning, just not to-go. "Finally taking a break?" The girl smiled at you, ringing up the order despite knowing the price off the top of her head. Your laughter made the mans wings fluff, only slightly, "Might as well, huh? Nothing wrong with sitting, and it's his day off so I don't have to hurry back."

Before you could pay, Hawks was shoving a card into the chip reader and giving you a cheeky smile, "You pay every other day, can't have you paying today. What kind of man would I be?"

He swore that the barista sighed, or swooned, whatever he caught the end of. Hawks was aware that he was an accidental womanizer, sometimes he was able to use it to his advantage, PR and fans and such. But you didn't seem to be jailed by his charms. You didn't react when his fingers brushed yours handing you the cup, you didn't react when he tucked your chair under you, you didn't even react when he placed his shoe snuggly against yours. You just kept talking about your routine, how you enjoyed the mornings when they were warmer and how bringing him coffee every morning was a nice addition. Just the simple act of bringing him coffee seemed to be enough for you. Did you really have no interest in the hero?

"So, why'd you get me the coffee that first day?" Hawks asked.

You perked up, "You looked cold, and if you were going to be perched on that street light all day then you needed something warm."

A small smirk spread over his lips and he leaned back in his chair, "How thoughtful of you. I'll just say it before I make a fool of myself,"

Hawks took your hand and pulled you closer to him over the table, "I think I like you."

Whatever pink hue the cold had granted you blended in with the new redness he was plastering across your cheeks. A hero liked you? What had you done aside from gifting him coffee? It was the least you thought you could do, seeing as he was always watching over that stretch of road where you walked.

"Say something, yeah?" Hawks squeezed your hand.

"Oh! Oh, uhm..." You stared down into your coffee, your reflection looking startled, "I didn't expect that..."

he chuckled, "Let this be a date? See how ya' carry through?"

December was always freezing in Tokyo, the only people who never really felt it being those lucky enough to have warm quirks. And now you, blushing and smiling as warmth spread through your limbs.

[racefortheironthrone]

Which federal laws and policies would you get rid of or modify in order to help the American labor movement.

I was looking through the labor law tag on my blog and your ask reminded me I haven't actually written a comprehensive post about this on Tumblr. (Indeed, you'd have to go back to my old, old policy blog from 2009...it's been a while.)

One silver lining of the Sisyphean struggle to restore American labor law that's been going on since the 1970s is that the labor movement and their allies in Congress, academia, think tanks, and progressive media have been thinking through this very issue of "what reforms would make a real difference" for a long time. I'm not going to say it's a solved question, but the research literature is pretty robust.

For the purposes of this post, I'm going to focus on the three most recent reform packages: the Employee Free Choice Act that was the main vehicle during the Obama years, Bernie Sanders' Workplace Democracy Act (which was introduced repeatedly between 1992 and 2018), and the Richard L. Trumka Protecting the Right to Organize Act (PRO Act) that is the current proposal of the Democratic legislative caucuses. There's going to be quite a bit of overlap between these proposals, because it's very much an iterative process where allies in the same movement are trading ideas with one another and trying to stay abreast of new developments, but I'll try to tease out some of the similarities and differences.

EFCA

While EFCA contained a number of provisions that sought to close various loopholes in U.S labor law, the three main provisions largely target the flaws that have made it extremely difficult to win a union through the National Labor Relations Act process devised in 1935 that has turned into a Saw-style gauntlet thanks to the professionalization of union-busting and the Federalist Society's strategy of death-by-a-thousand-cuts:

"Card check." Probably the most common pattern of union-busting in the workplace today is a war of attrition by management waged by an industry of specialized law firms. Generally what happens is that the union files for election with a super-majority of ~70% workers having signed union cards, then management delays the vote as long as possible to give their hired "union-avoidance" firm to systematically intimidate, surveil, propagandize, and divide workers, up to and including illegally firing pro-union workers pour encouragez les autres. Over several months, what happens is that the initial 70% of pro-union support starts to erode as workers decide it's just too dangerous to stick their necks out, until the vote happens and the union loses either by a squeaker or a landslide.

Card check short-circuits this process by just saying that if the union files with a majority of cards, you skip the election and the union is recognized. And for all the pearl-clutching by the right, this is actually how labor law works in many democratic countries, because the idea of a fair election that lets management participate is an oxymoron.

Arbitrated first contract. In the event that enough workers keep the faith and actually vote for a union, management's next move is to draw out collective bargaining for a year or more. After a year, the original vote is no longer considered binding and employers can push for a "decertification" vote, which they usually win because workers either give up hope or change jobs. So this provision says that if the two sides can't reach an agreement on a first contract within 120 days, a Federal arbitrator will just impose one, so that at least for two years there will be a union contract no matter what management wants.

Strengthening enforcement. As I said above, one of the problems with existing labor law is that there are basically no penalties for management knowingly breaking the law; companies literally just budget in a line-item and do it anyway. This provision would allow unions to file an injunction against employers for unfair labor practices or ULPs (at present, injunctions are only required for violations done by unions), and would add triple back pay for illegal firings and fines of $20,000 for each ULP. This would make union-busting much more expensive, because companies routinely rack up hundreds and hundreds of them during a campaign.

Workplace Democracy Act

Sanders' proposal includes the main proposals from EFCA, and adds a bunch of additional reforms, like mis-classifying workers as independent contractors, banning captive audience meetings, making "joint employers" liable for labor law violations by franchisees, legalizing secondary boycotts, and requiring employers to report to the NLRB on all anti-union expenditures during a campaign and barring anyone convicted of an unfair labor practice from being hired for anti-union campaigns and making "union-avoidance" consultants liable for fines for ULPs (which would kill the "union-avoidance" industry, because they commit ULPs for a living).

PRO Act

The PRO Act is very much an updating of the previous efforts we've talked about. It bans captive audience meetings, allows for secondary strikes and boycotts, massively increases fines and allows for compensatory damages, ends mis-classification, speeds up the election process, etc.

It also contains a couple new and ambitious proposals:

it allows unions to sue management in court instead of having to complain to the NLRB, which opens management up to a very expensive legal proceeding and discovery.

it bans "right-to-work" as established by the Taft-Hartley Act.

it requires that any worker who's fired for pro-union activity be immediately reinstated while their unfair labor practice process or civil lawsuit is going through the process. This would be enormous just on its own, because it changes the entire veto structure of illegal firing. As it stands, employers fire people and maybe maybe have to pay some back wages in a couple years when the worker has found another job and is unlikely to come back. This would reverse the balance of power, such that the worker is immediately back and other workers can see that they can speak up without getting fired, which makes illegal firings a giant waste of time and money for management.

In terms of stuff that's not on this list that I would add, I would say that an enormous difference could be made by simply making it illegal for management to lock-out their workers or hire scabs. You do that, and unions can win almost every strike.

[miirohs]

eyes don’t lie [b.c]

pairing: Bad Boy!Bang Chan x GN!Reader wc: 1.1K cw: implications of getting high and chan being wounded- an: shoutout to isabel larosa and the bad boy x good girl trope 🫡 maybe i just have underlying issues to like the trope this much LMAO

The clock echoed in the hall as you padded along the wooden floor, frigid and dark as you wandered through the dimly lit halls of your apartment.

The knocking was soft, barely audible above the ticking of the clock, yet you still wondered who it could have been.

As you reached the door, the knocking seemed to only get louder, until it stopped completely as you stood at the threshold of your own home. There was a sound of shuffling, as the locks on your door clinked.

You undid them, cracking open the door to see who it was.

Chan stood there, eyes unfocused and distant even as he tried to offer you a smile when he realized you had opened the door. Instantly you noticed the state of his body, exposed through the white tank top and shorts that barely hid any of the damage.

There was a cut across his eyebrow, and various different bruises forming across his arms and chest. His lip was also busted, and in a moment of weakness you reached up, caressing his jaw oh so lightly where it was starting to bruise.

His skin was cold to the touch, and you wondered what had happened for him to be wandering in the cold like that.

“Oh Chan, what did you do to yourself?” You whispered, bringing him in as you shut the door behind you.

“Nothin much baby… got in a fight… took my jacket… ‘s cold out…” He muttered, clutching your hand like a child as you led him to the living room.

“Are you high?” You asked, knowing the answer as he looked at the couch then you. You knew what he would say, but some part of you couldn’t help but want to ask either way.

“Noooo baby… why would you say that?” He slurred, collapsing onto the couch and almost immediately sinking in. “Just really wanted to see you…”

You sighed internally, looking back at him as you opened up a drawer, digging around for the first aid kit you kept in the living room.

Standing between his legs, you opened the kit, sorting through the items you’d need and what you wouldn’t need. Chan watched you with hazy eyes, a smile slowly spreading across his face.

With gentle hands, you held his head, moving it around as you dabbled at his wounds. The pure dread at seeing his wounds had ebbed away, but the discomfort still remained, even though you had done this too many times to count.

With each dab of the disinfectant, Chan winced slightly, eyes squeezing shut as he poked his tongue in his cheek. You tried to be as gentle as possible, not wanting to cause him any more pain than he was already in despite the way your heart squeezed at his condition.

As you finished, he held your hand against his face, eyes shut as he mumbled into your palm.

“Mmm. Thank you. I love you so much, baby girl. Wanna come home to you like this every night.”

“You don’t mean that,” you choked slightly, looking at his dopey expression.

“I do. I wanna take care of you for taking care of me. Won't let anyone harm my pretty baby.”

Before you knew it, tears had filled your eyes as you slipped your hand away from him, kneeling on the floor between his legs.

“Oh no no no, why are you crying, pretty baby? What’s wrong?” He cooed, scooping you up and placing you on his lap as tears fell down your face.

“What if one day you don’t come back? You’re always doing dangerous things and I’m scared for you.” You sobbed.

He held you close, yet your crying didn’t subside despite his attempt at comforting you with half assed assurance.

Suddenly, he pulled you from his embrace, cupping your face as he gave you a stern look. “Why are you still crying pretty? You’re a bad girl for wasting your tears over something like this.”

You didn’t answer, tears rolling down your face even faster as you squeezed your eyes close.

The cool metal of his necklaces against your skin made you shudder, more tears escaping as it dug into the palm of your hand, sure to leave some kind of mark as you tried to push away from him. He only watched you struggle against his grip, eyes dark as the haze lifted.

“Shh shh, nuh uh, none of that, just look at me baby. Look at me,” He crooned, the look on his face juxtaposing his gentle tone. You stopped for a moment as he brought your face closer to his, almost eye to eye with you.

“Eyes up here, you know I wouldn't lie to you, right?” You swallowed a sob, looking at his face, emotion hidden in his eyes where you couldn’t easily see it.

“Eyes don’t lie,” He whispered, “I know you know I wouldn’t be able to lie to your face like that.”

Your eyelashes fluttered against his cheeks as he pressed his mouth against yours suddenly. Almost like a sort of consolation.

His lips were plush, soft. Yet, his lip ring was a direct contrast. Tasing of metal, it was like coins with only a faint hint of chapstick. With just a simple kiss you seemed to break down so easily, melting like putty in his hands.

He pressed deeper, muffling a whimper from you as you wiggled around in his lap. Breaking the kiss, he groaned, continuing to press kisses to the tear tracks staining your face.

“Let it out, just let it all out… like that.” You hiccuped into the crook of his neck, tears staining his tank top. He held you close, gently rocking you back and forth, pressing soft kisses to your forehead.

"I'm here, I'll always come back to you Y/n," Chan whispered, his breath hot against your head as he pulled you closer, "I promise… promise I'll be more careful."

You clung to him, eventually subsiding as exhaustion washed over you. The hands he ran through your hair calmed you, enough so that you could feel the sleepiness pulling you back.

“I wanna go to bed,” you murmured as Chan picked you up, carrying you down the hall without another word.

He let you roll onto the bed, climbing on the edge to join you as you curled into the mattress. He got up, mind finally clear, ready to go until you grabbed his hand once again.

"Channie? Stay with me? please?” you whispered, your eyes pleading as you watch the features of his face contort between emotions in the sliver of light.

Eventually, He settled beside you, grabbing your hand as you nuzzled into his warmth.

“I love you Channie,” you mumbled, eyes closing as Chan mumbled something back.

“Love you more. Sleep well baby.”

[moofbat]

hi! i’m opening some comms to save for uni. here are some guidelines for what’s available for different prices but i’m very happy to accommodate! please give me your rogues, dwarves, dilfs and sparkly characters…

my portfolio can be found in my carrd alongside my kofi! shoot me a message if you have any questions :]

ID: moofbat’s commission sheet showing the prices of various states of rendering for full body and bust drawings, as well as a list of will and won’t do’s.

The prices for full body drawings per character are: lines £5, gradient map £10, basic colours £15, and fully shaded £20.

Prices for bust drawings per character are: lines £5 or fully rendered £20.

Bust drawings have more details than full body drawings at the same state of rendering. Detailed description per rendered state after the extra information.

A bullet pointed list shows that moofbat will not do backgrounds, can do up to 3 characters per commission, appreciates visual references, and requires payment on approval of sketch. They will do: suggestive, anthro, and real people. They won’t do: mech stuff, rendered armour and explicit.

The full body examples all show a thin white person with a spiky mullet. They are hunched into a ball, balancing on their tiptoes with their arms wrapped around their knees. They are wearing a cropped tank top over long sleeves, baggy trousers tucked into knee length striped socks and mid calf boots.

There are two gradient map versions, one in a warm greyscale and one in shades of brown and peach. In both gradient maps each distinct item (clothing, skin, hair) is coloured with a single colour, with the exception of the face which has some highlights and shadows. The basic colour version has brighter and a wider variety of colours and has some added shadows. The fully shaded version has a more detailed range of shadows and highlights with more blending, as well as light red stripes on the sleeves.

The two bust drawings are of a middle aged bald black man with a large, slightly wavy beard that goes down to the middle of his chest, looking off softly to the left. He has stretched ears, thick eyebrows, and is wearing a t-shirt. Compared to the full body line art, the bust drawing has more realistic detailing in the face, such as wrinkles and more defined hairs. The fully rendered version is warm and lifelike. End ID

[rae-pottah]

Morpheus x Reader

*=point of view change

Warnings: she/her pronouns, references to sex, shitty writing., pictures of how I imagine things (feel free to imagine your own), severely edited

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"Why do you come without notice? " Morpheus asked aloud with no emotion in his voice.

"We aren't supposed to have humans in our realms permanently, I thought you out of all of us wouldn't break that rule" Death said boldly

"I actually didn't want to be here your kind of mean" Desire joked with a straight face

"I just wanted to stay in bed today" Despair whispered

"Yes well, as I have learned 'rules are meant to be broken' " He quoted you

"They could go insa-" she gets cut off by a woman appearing in front of her brother

*

"Darling the next time you feel like railing me into the mattress would you please leave me the ability to walk? " you ask. Morpheus quite confused about how you managed to appear in front of him, Death suprised and not wanting to know about her brother's sex life, Desire ready to bust up laughing, and Despair traumatized.

Dream slowly with a smile "Darling, we have company" face now red you turned around and and greeted his siblings with a

"I-um-h-mm" Morpheus then pulled you onto his lap.

"You know just as well as I do humans can go insane in our realms!" Death tries to reason ignoring her brothers actions

"But I am perfectly well here" you state simply

"And as that may be-" Death gets cut off

"Then can we agree on, if anyone starts to notice any sign of insanity she goes back to the waking world." Morpheus compromises with slight discomfort with even the thought of sending you back

"But I'm fine here!" Your rage starting to burn

"Then it shouldn't be a problem dear" he reasons

"We'll accept"

"Fine." As thoughts rush over you, there was something you wanted from the waking...

S'mores!

"Do you guys want S'mores?" You blurted out

"What's a S'more?" Death asked you head snapped toward her

"You poor, poor child" genuinely sorry for anyone who hasn't had one

"You must try one! Come out to the front of the palace!" you disappear again which confuses Morpheus even more

As they all walk out of the castle and down a small hill to you, they see you waving your hands about, and in front of them was building out of nothing a fire pit with seating and a curtain box ring with all the items to make S'mores and to simply be.

"How did you do this my love?" Morpheus asks eye wide in surprise, Death just as much so, Desire and Despair in shock.

"I honestly don't know it just kinda happens, I want something it makes it or helps, really started when I wanted lemonade and it just kinda appeared" you smiled happily

Death looks at Morpheus with a knowing smirk

"You wanna see what else I can do?! " you ask excitedly

"Absolutely we do! " Dream retorts with the same amount of excitement

"I can fly a little" you say as you pick yourself up off the ground while you think about it, "AND AND WATCH THIS WATCH THIS!!" you raised you voice

As you spin around your sweat pants and tank top turn into a beautiful black gown that was near fit for a queen

"I LOOK LIKE A PRINCESS" you squealed

"Oh wow" the three of your boyfriends siblings sighed

"you know what's even better?!" You poke Morpheus's chest and his outfit starts to change into a Kingly sight.

"Oh and of course the crown!" You pointed your right index finger up and made a circle motion as a crown appeared on his head.

"And of course the Queens and Kings of their own realms!" You point to the three siblings that are now smirking at Dream

Death:

Desire:

Despair:

"Where is your crown? " Morpheus asks confused

"I'm no queen" you chuckled nervously.

"Darling, the dreaming bends to your will and bows to your wants"

"The dreaming is him-" Despair starts to explain

"And he is the dreaming-" Desire continues

"And if he is yours-" Death helps

"Then the dreaming belongs to you." Morpheus finishes

He said as if it was the most simple thing as he bowed down to you and it felt as though time stopped, the endless don't bow. As he settled on his knee and put his head down you felt something on top your head... A crown.

And when Morpheus bowed, the castle help, as shocked as they were, around stopped and bowed, and with one deadly look from Dream to his siblings, you had 4 endless bowing before you.

Thanks lol

[lilyblisslys]

FINALLY got my first ROR returns win, engineer+hourglasses+dio’s best friend is a busted combo honestly. Lowkey thought it was a dead run but I got the USB red item early, and just spammed shrines of the mountain so my economy didn’t tank

Drones feel really weak, and I think I underestimated how much better the early game feels in ROR2?

[femmefatalevibe]

Hello love!

Are you guide me and suggest what clothes would suit apple body shapes? Any examples would be greatly appreciated ! :)

Hi love! I would say the following silhouettes/items are best for an apple body shape:

Tops:

Necklines: V-Neck, Square Neck, Sweetheart Neckline, Wide Scoop Neck, Off-The-Shoulder

Sleeves: Wide Tanks/Cap Sleeves with Self-Tie/Strap Detailing, Dolman, Fluted, Belle, or Other Loose-Fitting Sleeves

Silhouette: Straight-Cut, Button-Down, Empire Waist (cinched below the bust and flares outward), Bias-Cut, Peplum, Baby Doll, Wrap Top

Length: Bottom of Hip or Longline (Covers Underwear)

Examples: Top 1, Top 2, Top 3 , Top 4, Top 5

Dresses:

Styles: Slip Dress (V-neck or Straight neck), Fit & Flare/Empire Waist, Wrap Dress, Shirt Dress, T-Shirt Dress, Slip Dress, Shift Dress (with a lower cut/V-neckline), Blazer Dress

Length: Mini, Knee-Length, or Midi Length

Examples: Dress 1, Dress 2, Dress 3 , Dress 4 , Dress 5

Outerwear:

Open Cardigans/Knitwear

Tailored Blazer/Jackets (worn open)

Moto Jackets

Longline Denim Jackets

Trench Coats

Mid-Thigh/Knee-Length Wool Coats

Examples: Cardigan, Blazer, Moto Jacket , Denim Shacket, Trench Coat

Pants/Shorts/Skirts:

Pants: High-Waisted, Stretch Denim/Fabric, Tailored/Structured Material, Flare/Bootcut/Straight-Leg/Bell-Bottom Cut

Shorts: High-Waisted – A-Line Cut (or Loose Throughout the Leg); Thicker Material/Structured Fabric or an Elastic Waistband can streamline your middle section

Skirts: High-Waisted – Pencil Skirt, A-Line, Wrap Skirt, Slip Skirt, Mermaid Skirt

Examples: Stretch Denim/Trousers (Paid with a loose knit top or silk button-down), Tailored Shorts, Pair fitted skirt with babydoll/A-line tops or a simple t-shirt and a longline jacket & tuck loose-fitting shirts into an A-line or wrap skirt (cinch with a thick belt at the smallest part of your waist)

Intimates/Accessories:

A supportive bra (elongates the torso for a slimmer, more lift look)

A wide black/dark neutral belt (to cinch the smallest part of your natural waist (something like this)

Control top tights/underwear/bodysuits/shapewear

Hope this helps xx

[lovelyrocker]

Pool Girl pt.4

RPF

Warnings: Pining, Flirting, Language, Drinking

Characters: Timothee Chalamet, Reader

Pairings: None

Word Count: 1,085

Part Four - Poolside

Timothee walked into his house, tossing his bags on the counter. He started unloading his groceries humming along to the music blasting through his AirPods. The sun was close to setting. He had waited around for Y/N to come around like she’d said but when she never showed several hours later he decided to just go grab a few groceries. He was running low on beer anyway.

He glanced up at his pool and paused, seeing movement. He flipped his outside lights on and saw Y/N look towards the house from in the middle of the pool. He opened his back door and walked out to the pool. 

“I thought you flaked!” He shouted from a distance.

She turned towards him, net in hand. “Nope, just really late.” 

Timothee laughed and sat on the edge of the pool. “You could have waited till tomorrow.”

“I’m a woman of my word.” She walked closer to where he was sitting. “If I say I'll be there on a certain day, I’ll be there.”

“It’s a pool cleaning. It isn’t that serious.” He tells her as she stops in front of him, tossing the net on the side. 

“Flake on little stuff teaches you to flake on big stuff.”

“Touche.” He smiles.

“Besides, I was done.” She hoists herself up out of the pool.

“Are you in a rush now that I’m home?” He grins sarcastically as he looks up at her.

“Nope!” She towels herself off a bit and Timothee looks her body up and down. “You’re my last stop today.” Her white tank top and dark blue shorts clung to her body, her bikini easy to see beneath and Timothee noticed it all.

“Then why don’t you sit and relax a little.” He jumps up. “Tell you what, wait here.” He tells her and runs back into the house. She waits for a moment as she fixes her messy hair back in a messy bun, drying off the water from her body before tossing her towel into her pile of items. “Here you go.” Timothee re-emerges with two beers, holding one out to her. She gives him an odd look. “What? You’ve never had a beer after work?”

“Yeah.” She takes the beer. “Alone in my apartment.” Giving a chuckle she pops the top of her beer. 

“Sit.” Timothee tells her as he places his feet back into the pool.

She takes a breath. “Fine. I’ll indulge you for one beer.” She sits next to him. “Only because I’ve had a hell of a day and, well, free beer.” She tips the beer to him and he laughs.

“Rough day?”

She nods, taking a sip of beer. “I had a pump bust on me this afternoon. Which is why I was hours late.”

“Damn! That sucks!”

“Oh!” She turned to him. “I fixed your pool vacuum.”

“You what?”

“You vacuum. It was a broken switch. Well a jammed switch actually. Tell me,” She turned to Timothee. “Do you own a paintball gun?” She lifted a brow. 

“Uh, yeah.” He scratches the back of his head with a guilty expression.

“Yeah, funny thing. Your vacuum was shot in the switches with a paintball gun.”

“Drunk nights with friends get a little. .  .chaotic here.” She lets out a laugh that makes Timothee forget to breathe. Her laugh made his stomach flip. He watched her as she looked down at the pool, taking another sip of her beer. “Thank you.” He said finally, after he realized he was staring. How she hadn’t noticed yet he didn’t know. “For- for fixing it.”

“Not a big deal.” She shrugged. “Oh, and thanks for not changing the code.” She smirked at him. “I will say though, you are. . . persistent.”

“I hope that’s a good thing.”

She looks over at him as she kicks her feet gently in the water. “I don’t know yet.”

“Oh really?!” He raised his brows. “And here I am thinking you had your mind made up about me.”

“Almost.”

“Almost?” He hums. “Well, I’m an open book. What do you want to know? Oh, right! You don’t want to know anything about me.” She laughed at him quoting her. He wanted her facial expressions, the way she held herself. “You used to be.” He said, and she looked up at him. “But you're not anymore.”

“And why would you say that?”

“Because you have a very open personality. You have this brightness about you that draws people in, even though you have a bite to you.”

“A bite?” She asks with a smile.

“Yes.’ He points to her with his beer in hand. “You are sweet but can snap someone's head off in a heartbeat.” 

“And you pull this from a handful of 15 minute conversations?” She asked skeptically.

“I like to watch people when I’m interested.”

“Interested?”

“Yes, interested.” He nodded.

“You don’t give up do you?” She shook her head, taking a long sip of her beer. 

“Not when I want something.”

“And after you get it?” She raises a brow. “I bet it goes right next to all the other toys in the toy bin.” She tells him, pulling her feet up from the water, standing up.

Timothee is quick to his feet. “I never said that.”

“You didn’t have to.” She grabbed her bag of pool items she’d brought out the truck. “I know your type.”

“What type is that?” He follows her as she walks to the gate. 

“Rich, probably powerful, young, has women throw themselves at you.” She stops at the gate and types in the code to unlock it, Timothee behind her. “When you come across a woman that doesn’t want you, you make it your mission to sway her.” She turns at the gate, looking up at Timothee. “I’m not interested in playing your game. So take this as a formal denial of your advances.” She stepped back, closing the gate. “See you next week, Mr. Chalamet. Thanks for the beer.”

She turns and walks to her truck and Timothee is left standing there quite confused. He thought for a moment she was warming up to him. Then as soon as he tried she slammed him with that. Maybe she really wasn’t interested. But the way she smiles at him. The way she looks at him. Maybe he was just dealing with a crush, he thought. It had been awhile since he’d had a girlfriend. Yeah, that was it. He was just off of his game, he’d decided. 

[claire-starsword]

The Guardiana Magic School Run - Part 13

Short one as I mentioned last time.

So, last time I was rudely interrupted by a storm and didn't have the time to explore Pao, let's do that.

We get a Steel Sword which is finally a weapon Max needs promotion to use. He's still overpowered for now though and a single level away from Supernova 2, so I think I'll wait for that.

But never mind that, the deals section decides to get even more busted and gives me two new offers.

The Repel Ring is absurdly pricey, but blocks enemy counterattacks. Because bosses in particular love to counter in this game, this is a very precious item.

The Soulbuster meanwhile is a sword against human enemies, which I think includes Cain and the priest enemies and such. Not many people, and Max is overpowered enough for now, so I think I'll be saving money for the ring unless something in common shops picks my attention. Which they don't here, the selection is the exact same as it was in the previous Pao. So I just sell a bunch of weapons from the characters out of this playthrough, and redistribute a bunch of healing items between the newcomers Narsha and Domingo.

Oh I just remembered, there's promotion whining to do as well.

Narsha is already level 12, which means she can be promoted. However, by delaying her promotion I can get Aura 2 in the next two levels, then Attack 3, Step 3 and Aura 3 again from two on two levels, the frequency she learns new spells is wild actually. Her only promotion exclusive spells are Boost 3 and Aura 4, which would be delayed by not promoting now.

With that said I'm not sure I care. She's already very busted with her current spell set, and doesn't get MP to use the fancier stuff very much. So I'll be promoting her as soon as I find a weapon that requires promotion. Btw I don't remember if I mentioned before, but shops don't sell weapons for Narsha, all her weapons come from chests. Easy to find chests though, nothing special. This does bring an annoying thing as well where her weapons count as special and clog the deals section when sold.

With this discussion done, let's go bomb a fortress.

Clear bonus is just money, which I guess I want for that ring. I expect this battle to be easy, so whatever.

Also unlike the original game, the Hellhound is the only boss here, the artillery no longer counts, and you no longer get two different entrances for the fortress depending on the order you defeat them.

It is as easy as I expected. I should point out that by now, Narsha has more defense than Max, the overpowered special boy. Despite being three levels behind him. Domingo is also very close to them in defense, because Domingo is epic. He and Gong are tied in this stat.

The actual annoying part of this battle is having to pass these narrow and blocked stairs, while Pegasus Knights can hit you from the sides. Max is taking some damage at this point so I'm worried about sending him to tank everything. It would be a good time to have fliers but Domingo is our only one. I'm sure he'll be working hard though.

I'm so confident for this battle I'm even already wasting Khris and Lowe's heals to get exp, if things go south I have healing items, and they are not walking well enough to reach people right now. Narsha's Step spell could help with their movement, but not with the narrow terrain, so I'm holding off on it for now, I might need Narsha's MP for something else, and she's being more helpful as a fighter right now anyway.

We get annoyingly stuck in the stairs until turn 4 but that's it, the enemies aren't doing much. Also while I chill here I realize Max has the Power Ring for some reason??? I don't remember why I left it with him, maybe Arthur was stronger when he got the Elf Slayer, but that's definitely not a thing anymore, he should have it again.

Not that he's weak or anything, he's doing more than half of the enemy's HP. But good management is important you know.

As I was saying though, Arthur is definitely strong. I send him to beat up a Pegasus Knight on the side, and he takes down a whooping 2/3 of their HP.

It's risky to send Arthur on his own like this but the Knight has Max in reach so I'm assuming they'll attack him as usual. And they do! And get countered by Max for their trouble! Game's easy!

shrieks

OKAY LET'S BE LESS CONFIDENT MAYBE

this guy definitely had Max in reach, I guess the AI is not that predictable.

Good grief if this guy did a second attack to kill Arthur it would have been so stupid.

The situation is still resolved because almost all of my characters are faster than the enemies so anyone can get to Arthur and heal him. I'm still concerned that we're on Turn 5 halfway through the map. The Hellhound has good evasion so defeating them in time for the clear bonus might suck. I decide to use Attack 1 on Arthur in hopes that he'll one kill things and thus not get hit by them. This should also speed up the battle.

I'm also speeding up the kills by telling Max to shoot these annoying gatekeepers.

It's still Turn 8 and I haven't climbed up the fortress, I'm fairly sure the bonus is impossible. I could have likely done something better with Narsha to wreck this place, but I couldn't decide what, and was too confident to pay more attention I guess. I was also trying to keep the group together so that everyone could train a bit, but the mages and priests still lagged behind. I managed to get Anri and Khris a kill but that's it, and the dark priests are so outclassed at this point they're giving 4 exp. Khris would get more by tossing heals into the void.

Tao got a few kills in the beginning but I didn't expect much of her here because the Hellhound is immune to fire anyway, she wouldn't be the ace in this battle no matter what.

So yeah it's Turn 10 and I'm barely climbing up! I hate narrow passages. It takes until turn 12 to kill the Hellhound even though it did nothing useful against us. The battle was easy as expected but the bonus required some way better turn management. I also fail to let Anri take the kill because Max decides to counter the hound, as he does. He did get to level 16 though and I feel he's lagging behind in defense so let's promote this man already.

Hoo boy that's such an annoying drop in stats, especially since the next battle is one where everyone surrounds Max very quickly. The Steel Sword more than compensates for the drop in attack at least. Anyway, that's a worry for next time.

Losses: 0 Deaths: 2

[jwowwsboobs]

is there any particular outfit piece that ur looking 2 get/is on your wishlist? if so what is ur plan with it & where would u wear it to

the most specific outfit piece ive looked 4 was a leather harley davidson halter top which i found THIS YEAR after abt a year n 1/2 of watching ebay listings n waiting but usually i try not to focus too much on super duper specific items of clothing cuz ill get fixated n do nothing else BUT look 4 it ... most of what i like is just casual clothing, jeans, tank tops n shirts cuz i do literally 3 things: eat, sleep, thrash, repeat. kidding LOL but i really just like being comfy. i do have a couple pieces like my beloved harley top tht i bust out 4 parties n that sorta thing (wore it when i played my last show lol) but other than that ... i am kickin it in my dirty ass sneakers jeans n a tank top LOL !! i always always always keep my eyes peeled 4 things tht remind me of my favorite parts of fashion from the 70s n mid/late 2000s (well like. 2003-12 tbh its not exactly pure mid 2000s cuz of my love 4 jersey shore n their clothes) !! that being said. the top 3 like...pieces im always keeping an eye n an ear 2 the ground (ebay) 4: (read more cuz there r pics <3)

lowrise jeans w fun things on the back pockets / butt, like these super cute jeans from red pepper !!

i love love love the look of big patches on jeans esp in the back i feel like its so playful n fun n a little sexy !! i dont like highrise jeans which totally bums me out cuz most of the flares i find / see r high rise n i exclusively wear flared jeans LOL ... like i said most of my style is pretty casual i am not usually putting in a ton of effort 2 look put 2gether n cute n whatever literally i just throw on jeans n a shirt i got at a show n call it a day but having jeans tht hv exciting details like this get me thru life fr <3 my favorite pair r my flame flares which u cn kind of see in my avi but some better pics r below. i wore out th first pair of them (below) n had 2 make another one but they r literally like. iconic 4 me im almost never not wearing thm. wearing them rn even !

2. vintage band shirts 4 bands tht i cant/wont see in concert ... rn the shirt ive been lusting after is this dope ass etown concrete (BEST JERSEY HARDCORE BAND WILL FIGHT 2 DEATH ON THIS) shirt thats got fuckin mike "the situation" on the back n it says "JERSEY CORE" on the front in the jersey shore font. i am literally so obessed w it u dont get it ... im praying itll still b on ebay in a couple months so i cn get it 4 my bday cuz i am. not prepared 2 drop 124 on a fucking tshirt. yet. but i will. i am not sharing pics cuz i am very paranoid someone will buy it out from under me so i am #gatekeeping. i promise its sick as fuck tho

3. nearly anything thts sort of r bikerish whether tht b theyre vintage or reprinted harley davidson shirts (like my BELOVED "put something exciting between yr legs" tank top) or just from a brand thts demographic is bikers (anjill or not has some CUTE jeans tht im infatuated w!! look at these blinged out jeans like omggggg ... so sad theyre out of the ones w angel wings on the back but honestly idrc im sure theyll come back lol)

4. pretty much anything they were wearing on jersey shore ... ed hardy, rush couture, affliction, yoga pants, furry boots, shirts w obnoxious sayings on them ... great 4 daily life, 4 shows ... rush couture is my fav honestly, i like the tracksuits they hv on their site rn but hvnt bought one yet n honestly probably wont 4 a while from the state of my bank account 😭😭 oopsie! but anyway yeah ed hardys great n all but ppl charge wayyyy too much 4 those jeans n same w affliction its so . ugh !!

5. n speaking of things ppl overcharge 4 ... of course. juicy couture anything !!!!!!! ive been on the hunt 4 an (affordable! please god) hot pink juicy tracksuit like the kind paris had in the 2000s just 2 lay around the house in LOL but im also carefully watching out 4 a daydreamer or just any of their cute bags cuz i love purses but i am pretty picky abt my juicy cuz its SO expensive. kinda hv 2 b tho n its worth it 2 b

thts kind of all i can think of. usually when i pop in the thrifts i look 4 shit like belts or necklaces or rings tht i dig but i cant wear rings or jewelry very much anymore cuz im either 1) at school or work (no jewelry policy <\3) 2) at house parties/shows moshing 3) laying in my bed recovering LMFAO. i also love looking 4 cheap cowboy hats cuz i LOVE a cowboy hat n i usually always end up giving it away 2 someone at a party or a gig LOL currently all out of cowboy hats but im gonna get some in january probably . idk. need 2 save my money LOL !!

[ninesnowfang]

EOX Heroes and how it's a busted but fun class

Heroes being busted is no secret, unlike my previous EO rambles this one will be pretty obvious... kinda Heroes in etrian odyssey nexus (referred to as EOX now) are a swiss army knife except everything has been sharpened to hilarity, they can tank, heal and do insane damage with just their own skillset, afterimages making that even better especially considering that they get a power boost from their force boost. And that's precisely what makes them fun, you get subclassing WAY too late in this game but that lateness can also help in the case of hero because hero is good with damn near every subclass, every physical one atleast (except pugilist, why did you kill this class so much atlus) Recently i finished a replay using subclasses from the get go, i had a hero with a survivalist subclass that used both regiment rave AND Hazy arrows, regiment rave before dodging and hazy arrow afterwards. Afterimages can just keep using hazy arrow if they were spawned with that skill, even with halved power from subclassing that is still a tremendous multiplier that can make short work of most bosses in combination with regiment rave at the end of the turn. Of course Hero has pretty meh dodge chance so actually getting a dodge for hazy arrow is... difficult but that's where the rest of the team came in: a combat medic with war magus subclass because bonking is good in this game, the usual sovereign/zodiac and harbinger/highlander combo for massive buffs and debuffs and... a normal survivalist with ninja subclass for those accuracy and evasion buffs. the extra survivalist with ninja may look a bit odd but it was for fights where i would much prefer having two utility characters instead of more damage from hero, usually for item spamming because my medic was too busy bashing the enemy's head in. Now survivalist isn't the only good subclass of course, medic for huge bonks and continued debuffs from the best bonk skill is great, imperial lets them use a drive blade for bigger attack for normal regiment rave spam, night seeker for those ailment damage multipliers (though other way around is vastly better, arguably the highest damage class in the game), gunner for nice charged elementals if fire is not a good option, the list goes on and on. Hero is incredibly basic on a surface level but god you can mess with it so much that i try to include a "weird" one in all of my playthroughs... which isn't going to be a lot due to the length of that game but still

[raxistaicho]

Hey, give this FE8 fan hack a try :)

So recently, Rengor told me about this FE8 fan hack that I decided to give a try, and it was WELL worth it.

Made by Scraiza, Souls of the Forest is a fan hack of Sacred Stones that tells a completely new story with all new maps of its own. It’s still under development, but it’s in a very good place as of the time of this writing, with one of its two planned story routes completed.

So fun features?

It’s got a bow lord (they’ll have customizable features in a later version, but as of the time of this writing Beryl can only be youthful guy), while your Jagen is the troubled Valkyrie Rakel.

The game gets unabashedly busted, with items both early and great having seriously high power behind them. Foot units especially tend to make out like bandits to compensate for their lower move and lack of access to Canto.

Though that’s not to say the mounted units are completely screwed, because they have the Tellius version of Canto.

There’s also holdable items that grant hefty stat boosts for being held, and staffs that boost the damage or durability of the units they’re used on. You also pick up multiple Hammerne (though they can only be used on weapons in this hack) and Warp staffs for extra fun.

Let that sink in. You get two mounted staffer dancers, and a unit with Xane’s gimmick!

Rest assured, the gameplay is balanced around these features and you’ll have to use all the tools in your arsenal to come out on top. You’ll just have a lot of fun doing it with crazy numbers in the meanwhile.

Effective weapons and the weapon triangle play a larger role, and as such, both have upgraded versions, as do Brave weapons. There’s even weapons that exist to impart stat bonuses to the holder if they have S rank in the given weapon type.

Speaking on the Weapon Triangle, it’s made stronger in this hack, modifying damage by +-4 and hit rate by +-15%. Reaver weapons double this modifier, and Reaver vs Reaver combat doubles it again. Since effective damage in the GBA games scale with being at triangle advantage or disadvantage, using a Reaver weapon to place an effective weapon at disadvantage will harshly reduce the damage dealt. Then you get Reversal weapons, which reverse the triangle and have double the impact on it that Reavers do.

There’s also other smaller quality of life mechanics, such as a warning indicator for effective or killer weapons in enemy possession, an indicator for when thieves will open chests or brigands will sack villages, an indicator for when enemies will drop items, and an indicator when enemies have an item to steal. Vulneraries and Elixirs are always dropped, so steals are almost exclusively master seals or stat boosters.

Although there’s a LOT of units in the game, Scraiza did an excellent job of giving them fascinating stat lines. For example there’s Troy here who joins as a Brigand with capped Power, Speed, and Luck, and high growths in the first two stats and high hp, but with basically zilch in either bases or growths for Skill, Def, or Res. Then there’s Emma, the tank thief, or Tero with his shitty bases but ability to endless promote while also having high stat caps and the ability to use weapons and items locked to armor units, or Nuar with her 0 across the board bases but access to unique prf status staves (the only ones in the game in fact!) and growths that hover around 200% in each stat.

And you’d do well to train a pretty good selection of units, because the final few maps have some very high deploy caps!

The hack has three levels of difficulty (it’s balanced around the highest, Lunatic) and has built-in customization options for Reverse mode, Anti-Reverse mode, Fixed growths (meaning no RNG upon level up), 0% growths, and several more options.

The game very much follows the design principles of New Mystery of the Emblem’s highest difficulty, meaning difficulty is more geared toward enemies being placed with devilish precision and not by simply throwing a lot of them at the map or giving them huge stats.

DS-era save points also dot nearly every map. (You can see one in the first screenshot I posted). Also returning from the DS era are generic replacements for your units if too many of them die that you can’t fill your deployment slots.

Though the story and writing are not the focus of the mod, the story is reasonably engrossing anyways, and tells the tale of the soldiers of the Treuran Empire as they try to bring peace and security to a brutal, hard land.

The characters are all very well-written, the villains included. Supports are not yet completed, but work on the hack is ongoing and Scraiza promises to have them in a future version. There’ll also be an alternate story route in future versions of the game.

In terms of representation, no classes are gender-locked. You can have male Pegasus Knights and Troubadours or female Fighters and Pirates. Female generic enemies are also frequently present, as are female bosses and major villains.

Some characters are explicitly LGBT+, and there’s even a weapon that can only be used by gender nonconforming characters. Genderlocked weapons do exist, but with a twist in that some women can use the supposedly male-only Mars tome (such as Aenny who finds the idea of throwing fireballs cool enough to call herself a tomboy) and some men can use the apparently female-only Ladyblade (like Steel who’s so insanely dedicated to the blade that he’ll become whatever the sword he’s holding requires). But the real fun behind them is they’re locked to the UNIT, not to the CLASS, so you can give a swordsman the Mars tome to let them hit at range, or an archer girl the Ladyblade to let her defend herself up close.

So yeah, all in all, Souls of the Forest is a delightfully (in many ways absurdly) fun fan hack and well worth giving a ghost! It can be found here:

https://feuniverse.us/t/fe8-fire-emblem-souls-of-the-forest/4300

And have fun!

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Wednesday One Off! ASICS Hot Pink Race Tank | US 34 (Jpn 3L/XO)

Rare item — an original ASICS super fine knit, now out of production. The material is semi transparent, more so when wet. This one is a hot pink color, with a gusset lining. A one-off as we dig through inventory and find a few odds ‘n ends.

The Japan size XO is the same as Japan 3L — which translates into US sizing to fit a 34 bust swimsuit sizing. As these are extremely rare, this is not a discounted item. The style of suit that inspired several of the REALISE concepts at the outset.

Normal back with high cut legs.

Material: Super thin and stretchy semi-transparent knit. 85% polyamid (nylon), 15% polyurethane.

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2,200 Year Old Alexander the Great Statue Discovered in Alexandria

The Ministry of Antiquities in Cairo has recently discovered a statue of Alexander the Great within an ancient “residential and commercial zone” in Alexandria that they believe was a trade center in the region during the Ptolemaic period.

The archaeologists made their discovery in August 2021 after nine months of excavations.

The team discovered molds for statues of Alexander the Great at the site as well as an alabaster bust of the iconic ancient leader. Also amongst these items were materials for creating amulets for warriors.

As they explored this area of Alexandria, known as the al-Shatby neighborhood, “the mission found a large network of tunnel tanks painted in pink for storing rain, flood and groundwater to be used during the draught time” said Mostafa Waziri, the Secretary-General of the Supreme Council of Antiquities of Egypt to the Xinhua News Agency.

Waziri further explained the layout of the town: “it was composed of the main street and several branch roads that are all connected with a sanitation network.”

He believes that the area was active from the 2nd century B.C. to the 4th century A.D. Waziri also noted that the team found an array of pottery pots, coins, plates, fishing tools, and rest houses for travelers.

The ruins of the area’s buildings combined with the artifacts found there have led the team to believe that the town had a lively market that sold pots and had workshops for the construction of statues, amulets, and other items.

By Thomas Kissel,

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3 5 11 23 27 28 and a few for 30: something you're looking forward to? dream merch item they havent made yet? merch item that exists and that you've always wanted to get your hands on? best gift you've received in the lats five years? the last fic that just hasn't left your mind. what did you dream of last night (if you can't remember then what was your latest daydream?)

3. a specific color that gives you the ick?

this one. is it green? is it yellow? who knows…

5. favorite form of potato?

roasted :) I like to bust out my nice olive oil and fresh rosemary and thyme

11. anything from your childhood you’ve held on to?

my cd collection. oh to lie on the ground next to the cd player and stare at the ceiling while I listen just like I did on lazy childhood days

23. do you wear jewelry?

yep! I wear a lot lol. Right now I have on two necklaces, five bracelets, three rings, two earrings in each ear, and an anklet.

27. what’s your favorite or go-to outfit?

my favorite pair of jeans (bootcut), boots, tank top, and a jacket of some sort

28. last meal on earth?

A sourdough grilled cheese and roasted tomato and pepper soup 🤌

30. Something you’re looking forward to?

I have a trip planned with some friends to nyc in the new year that I’m very excited for! It should be a lot of fun we’re going to see some shows and do general tourist things :)

30. dream merch item they haven’t made yet?

mia dearden kotobuyika bishoujo statue. she would be so cute in that style esp with her ga/bc suit.

30. dream merch item that exists and that you’ve always wanted to get your hands on?

I’ve told you about this one before lol but the Jim Lee nightwing black and white statue <3 the only nightwing statue on the market that I like he looks so good. but alas the resell prices…

30. Best gift you’ve received in the last five years?

my friend gave me a copy of sense and sensibility for my birthday that she annotated for me and put little notes and pressed flowers in. it’s one of my prized possessions.

30. The last fic that just hasn’t left your mind.

this one!

30. What did you dream of last night?

I’ve been reading generation x so I had a little self insert dream about being a mutant and joining the team lol

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