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I know I'm not posting art very consistently, and I may be getting ahead of myself considering I'm not very well exposed as an artist, but would people be interested if I sold prints/stickers etc? just liking the post would be enough to show interest but feel free to reply/send asks
#vi rambling#i need to find a good platform to work remotely but i need to see if theres interest first#basically money situation is pretty tight...
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I DON’T MEAN TO BRAG, BUT I BE LIKE “PUT IT IN THE BAG”
content warnings; sugar daddy geto x sugar baby male reader, implied rude reader, spanking, light bdsm themes, thigh fucking from the back, technically rimming, reader never gets his orgasm, very little dialogue, technically cock and ball torture if you squint idk
rinuu says: i love ariana and money. also i use backshots in a serious manner but you will NEVER catching me using ball / nutsack in a serious manner word count; 502 words
male reader only.
FEM DNI FEM DNI FEM DNI FEM DNI
“You gonna fuckin’ be rude to that lady again?” Suguru’s voice is harsh—unforgiving—as his large hand comes down on your ass. Your skin burns raw, every slap followed by a yelp falling out of your pretty lips as a meek; “No, sir” is hidden under your noises of pain. Your nails dig into the fabric of the plush couch as your mind wanders to how you even got into this situation.
You had been a college student; a good one, sure, but you were on the verge of debt . . until the one and only Suguru Geto found you on a dating app. Ever since then, he had taken you and made you his sugar baby-slash-boyfriend. Because of being spoiled daily, your attitude changed, turning you into a snobby little shit. Suguru couldn’t blame you. “Money changes people” — they say, and it was true. Especially for you.
Suguru wasn’t having your shitty attitude, so he’d have you bent over his lap on the couch; designer pants pulled down to give you the punishment you deserved.
Once Suguru’s palm begins to sting and burn from the impact, he ushers you off of his lap and lets you lay down for just a few moments until he grabs your hips and pulls you towards him. Suguru gropes your ass, playing and kneading with the soft, bouncy fat while grinding his boner into you.
The soft clinking of his belt followed up by a dull thud seems to make you perk up, hole tightening as you prepare for penetration. Suguru’s thick cock grinds between your ass, stimulating your rim in a way that made your dick leak pre-cum on the fabrics of the couch. You push back against him, trying to catch his fat tip on your needy hole but he doesn’t allow you.
“Ah-ah, this is your punishment. Stay still.” Suguru croons, leading his dick between your thighs. He lets out a low groan as he slides between your fleshy, plump thighs, thrusting gently. You’ve never experienced this before, the pressure down there gets to your head immediately. Suguru’s soft groaning and grunting means he’s enjoying it, his pace speeding up as if he’s giving you backshots.
You can barely get friction. Sure, you’re basically frotting, but it’s not enough to stimulate you! What a greedy bastard Suguru is! He’s moaning and grunting like nothing while you try to subtly grind against the couch to make yourself cum. Unfortunately for you, Suguru caught on and he held onto your dick painfully tight. Not tight enough to cut off circulation but tight enough to not make you move.
You want to scream at Suguru to let you go so you’d cum, but the sensation of him squeezing your dick felt good in a twisted way. Eventually, after fucking your thighs from the back, his warm cum splatters against your skin. He lets out a drawn-out groan in your ear, trailed off by a whimper as he pushes you off of his dick. Suguru’s now sought his pleasure. That’s all he needed anyway, why don’t you get yourself off instead?
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So recently on her stream Lily claims she turned down a sponsorship that was $30,000, which seems downright impossible for a channel of her size, obviously a lie right? Well it becomes a pretty terrible lie when you remember her wife is struggling to make rent, and she herself can't even afford glasses. But Lily said this as a matter of pride, she was proud of herself that she had the "integrity" to turn away such a lucrative deal. This is a thing she always does with her lies, she never thinks them through and the implications they have, someone in her situation would be kicking themselves that they turned down $30,000 on a whim. But she didn't think about how it sounds that she can't provide for her wife, and cant provide for herself, but at least she got to sound cool by not doing a thing basically every professional YouTuber does.
Hahahah fucking bullshit. She has no idea how sponsorships work does she? Some of them pay you per view, some of them pay you per link click/code use/registration, some perhaps give a lump sum but not $30K. She can't even get 30K views in 2 weeks on most of her videos why the fuck would someone pay her that much? What would they get out of it other than wasting their advertising budget?
And good point, with $30k she could have moved Mikaila up to Canada immediately. Would that not be worth it, Lils? Especially since you constantly complain how tight money is.
I work with a 3 million subscriber YouTuber and I've never heard of anyone getting a lump sum over $4k or $5k for a sponsorship.
By the way guys full disclosure if Raid Shadow Legends ever comes a knocking I'm taking that bag don't judge me.
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I’m debating on adding &team to my writing list so I’m gonna try posting here and there to see how it goes and let me know what you guys think.
Warning: obv sexual content, only oral fem receiving, not much dirty talk, Ej is obsessed and so are you, Ej(switch ig), Ej is a country club worker you got a need to get ahold of him basically.
Word count: 1k
To say you didn’t have your eyes in him was an understatement. To say you didn’t beg for his touch, or to make him moan…to hear him moan was a dream you dealt every single night. There was just something about him, maybe his pretty eyes, the soft lips, the way his skin looked in the sun. Maybe it was how sexy he seemed to be even when just holding the caddy bag as you knew it wasn’t light. Maybe it was the way he complimented you out of kindness. In fact, there was no maybe…Ej was just..him.
You hated golf and found it useless to play with your mom at the country club until he came along a stuck your interest. In no way were you a one-night stand type of girl by any means but you had to get your hands on him once, just once was all you needed. And catching him looking up and down when you wore the golf skirts or dresses, or when you had a low cut tank top. He wanted you; you could feel it. However, to get him alone was the struggle of this whole situation.
He was requested a lot by the older females for eye candy, he was shy about it till the money rolled in then he was far from hesitant to do it again. So simply just taking him off the golf course wasn’t an option. As you pulled the club from your bag you scowled seeing the group of country club wives for him first, your parents had been talking so there was no need to feel shy staring Ej down. You knew though you couldn’t get him now, so you didn’t bother.
This continued for days, it almost felt you’d never get your hands on Ej, it wasn’t until you came with your girlfriends to get drinks that you spotted him cleaning tables. The cream collard shirt with his navy and gold name tag, the navy pants almost to tight for his well being...cock bulge not hard just sitting comfortably but you could feel it was begging to be touched. You watched as he looked up before immediately smiling “I can get you at this table”, ugh even his customer service voice was eating me alive.
Watching as your friends immediately sat down and you followed not too far behind. Dusting off the denim skirt before sitting down. He smiles at me, that welcoming smile he always done when you came back. “The usual?” I nod at his question, the strawberry margarita being the second thing you craved besides him. With those margaritas lead you to be more open. And maybe the drinks had gotten to you, but you could’ve sworn he was more dashing than before.
“Can I get you anything else?” He smirked taking my empty plate “dessert maybe?”. I just bit my bottom lip watching as he sent a wink before walking off assuming you were too starstruck to speak. Where’s was this energy coming from? The male who never talked and if he didn’t, he flushed or chuckled to hide the embarrassment was now winking at me? I couldn’t take it anymore. Your friends noticed, practically eyeing you to bite the bullet and so was the two strawberry margaritas you had taken back in a short amount of time.
Standing up from your seat with confidence you stride over “Hey...” you added softly, now you were quiet? But that was perfectly fine because it seemed Ej was waiting for this moment. “Hey, is everything okay?” He asked but his tone told other wise, his tone let you know not only was he a good waiter but was willing to take care of something else...you. Right in that moment you shook your head, everything was not okay, it wasn’t going to be okay unless you had him in one of your holes and at this rate you didn’t care which one. You but your bottom lip once again before disagreeing “no..in fact I’m tired of playing back and forth Ej...” you whispered with such a soft tone for such dominant words.
This made him raise his brow “oh yeah? We can take care of it then..” he assured softly. That was enough to make a woman grow weak at the knees. Nodding “we can...” I whisper. And we will. With that exact moment you eyed him up and down as you watch him take his apron off. Leaving the bar he took my hand. It was evident both wanted this, but it was also evident that the thought of getting caught when he snuck you into the back room was also evidently nervous.
The small storage closet was soon the least of your worried once you felt your back against the shelf and his lips on yours. His soft hands running over your jaw, the feel of your skin only making him grow harder in the restricted dress pants. At this rate he couldn’t take it. He needed you now.
The gasp from you evident as he dropped to his knees, his hands unzipping the denim skirt “your gonna let me taste you...right?” His voice soft as he slid your skirt down your knees. Looking up at you through his bangs with that big puppy eyes begging for you to say yes, begging for you to let your cunt cum on his tongue, for him to make you feel good. Watching you nod only made him moan.
Your panties and skirt now dropped to the floor, Your gorgeous pussy right there in his sight, his fingertips grazing over your hood for that split second before running to your thigh, lifting it over his shoulder. The scent of your cunt making him shiver as right then he realized how bad he needed you, how easy he could’ve came in his pants from the way you smelled. Looking up at you he smiled “so pretty~ and sweet...” he whispered before pressing a kiss on your hood.
Taking a deep breath, he lapped at your clit, so swollen it peaked from under your hood, your poor sweet cunt was begging to cum, and he wasn’t going to be the one to make it cum.. he was so thankful. Taking his hands, he let his fingers spread your cunt before taking your swollen bud into his mouth. Sucking of the soft flesh, your moans letting him know he was already off to an amazing start.
Moaning against your clit he took one of his hands and immediately grazed two fingers down your slit, barely pushing his fingertip in just to tease you. Your moans, fuck your moans were so pretty. He couldn’t tease you like this, you deserved the best orgasm he could give. Slipping his fingers in he shivered letting out a breath on your clit. His tongue flexing as it flicked against it, his fingers curling just enough to his that cushiony spot inside leading to your erotic noises.
He had been so obsessed with you, his mouth begging for the taste of your cunt and now he finally had it. This was better than water, it gave him a guilty pleasure even the highest alcohol couldn’t reach. He wanted you, to consume you..drink anything that came from you. He never wanted someone so bad, and now that he had it, he wasn’t going to give it up.
Your hands in his hair making him moan against your clit once again, his fingers speeding up causing a slight wetness noise filling the room. Your warm cunt sucking his fingers in as if you were taking them away from the rest of his hand, and he loved it. At this rate there was only one thing he needed, your cum. And he could tell by the pants, looking up to see your chest heaving, the nails scream hung at his scalp from how tight you gripped his hair. “I-I’m gonna cum!” Oh please, please please cum in his mouth. He looked up at you, his eyes begging for it.
Your body shuttered in his hold, the slightly slurping and sucking heard between the two of you as you came. His cock twitching extremely as he took in your taste. Pulling away with a smile he watched your brows knit as he slowly pulled his fingers away before licking clean.
His hair disheveled. Blush creeping in his cheeks and under eyes. The small pants and moans that ran past his lips as he sucked his fingers clean. “I have to get back to work…promise to wait for me?” He coos making you smile, that pretty smile. Hearing the small “mhm” he then smiled before putting your panties and skirt back on. “Perfect.”
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Platonic!Yan batfam with young adult reader.
This part focuses on Damien. The POV switches from Reader to Damien part way through.
May or may not get a part two.
Note: Reader is 18-22 years old. Gn reader
Content warning: being treated like a child, being looked down on, stalking, obsessions, soft yandere but still a yandere, reader has memory issues and it's ambiguous as to why, drugging, mentioned abduction, delusional batfam, batfam as a whole basically view you as a child younger then Damien despite you being older
You never expected being saved by Batman and the Robin brood would ever cause worse trouble then what you were saved from. But life never worked how things are supposed to. You looked at the barred window and tried to remember *how* things got to this.
You liked to think you had a pretty good life, you had your own little apartment in a slightly better part of Gotham; you had a job at a local coffee and book shop. Money could be tight at times, and your savings were slim, but you were taken care of and as safe as you could be in Gotham.
You alternated weekends volunteering at the local animal shelter too. You always liked animals and if Karma was real it was always good to put good energy into the world. Your free time was spent recovering from such a busy week and hanging out with friends. You were painfully normal which oddly enough made you weird in Gotham. Everyone in Gotham had something odd about them or their situation in life. You had yet to meet yours.
The first time you were saved by Batman it had been during a bank robbery. You had gone in to pull out some money; the ATMs outside were still busted from some kids breaking into them for a tiktok...well that's what they claimed most knew it *was* for the cash. As you hold your arms up the loaded robber making everyone go to a wall, you couldn't help but feel like you were being put up for execution. A firing line of hostages and you were in the middle.
You blessedly didn't have to think on that too long and Batman and his current Robin busted in taking down a major chunk of the group. You weren't a hero but when it looked like one of the gun men were about to shoot Robin you moved. Tackling the guy to the groud knocking his gun away. A mistake on your part as Robin was aware and ready to move so he didn't *need* saving, and now the pair's eyes were on you.
Later that week you were surprised by Robin on your balcony. Robin...who you would later Learn was Damien Wayne... had come to 'assess' you. For what you didn't know is he already knew everything about you. His entire family did; Damien just wanted to be the first to speak to you.
The conversation was emotionally charged for sure; Robin scolded you for putting yourself in harm's way. Which was fair since you weren't exactly trained for that kind of thing. But the whiplash from scolding to thanking you and you could swear you saw a blush on his face. Apparently, saying thank you to a civilian was embarrassing for him.
Robin...no Damien proceeded to then lecture you about being up so late, and how important sleep was to grow. Bold words coming from a half pint who probably slept once a week. No way this kid wasn't in school, and he spent most his nights on the streets fighting crime so he assumedly didn't have time to sleep. This ended in him bullying you into going to sleep.
Damien didn't like the idea of having been saved by a civilian. To make matters worse his siblings had use it to tease him. Your actions had gotten all of their attention. Tim had poured himself into finding out more about you using your social media, and anything else he could get into digitally. His predecessor was more then happy to share *everything* he'd found.
You were so....so normal. A sparkling clean civilian. You had some issues, nothing he nor the family couldn't help with. You were exactly the type of person he and his family strived to protect, if he didn't act Gotham would ruin you. He made that opinion known very vocally too. For once his father and siblings listened to reason the first time.
He'd originally come to your window to scope your home out. At 3 in the morning he expected you to be in bed, but you were up. You had no cause to be up so late so he made himself and his lecture about your health known. He'd even managed to scold his way into your home.
Your home was...eclectic. *Clearly* you didn't have the funds for frivolous things, your furniture was old and worn. But there was a lot of personality here. All of it a hint to who you were in private. He would have to investigate further once he got you into bed. A task that had been almost too easy. He stayed until you were asleep and began investigating your home.
You loved animals, something he could bond with you later about. There were some games; video and board, which would help the others both with you. But you had lots of books too. Various types but the most common ones being fantasy or romance; Todd would be ecstatic.
You had some medications, nothing he didn't know of from Tim's digging into you. Several people them had more then they should in them, obviously you were forgetting to take them regularly. Which wouldn't do. He'd have to tell father sooner. But oh wouldn't they all be jealous he got to know you first, see how you live, and even tucked you in!
It would all work out, he would see to it himself if need be. Soon they'd bring his new little sibling home, and all of them could protect and care for them like they deserved.
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Rengoku × F!Reader
(this is really basically straight SMUT and as always never proof read)
WARNINGS: Reader has hinted issues with food, SMUT, M! Receiving head, vaginal intercourse, head pushing, cream pie, semi-rough sex, breeding kink, mating press
Kyojuro had a way of getting you to eat. Waking you up with breakfast in bed, welcoming you home to a hearty meal after a long day yelling your family tend the fields, even randomly taking you to dinners at Uzui's house when he noticed you hadn't been eating as much.
This habit continued even in bed. I'm bed you took your meals well. The palm of your hands on each of his muscular thighs as you stuffed his girth down your throat. The rough padding of his own hands trying ever so desperately not to shove you down. He always tried to be so gentle with you but he had a hard time keeping a grip when you looked up at him so pretty with his cock in your mouth. Small tears welled at your eyes as he grabbed the hair in the back of your head. Gingerly pushing down while you stiffled gags, he gasped and groaned one hand never leaving your head and the other thrown over his own eyes. If he looked at you too long he'd cum too quick. Nails digging into his thighs till pretty crescent shaped indexes were left you gently pushed his hand away and wrapped one of your own hands around his base. A ginger hiss leaving his lips are you got yourself situated. Licking his tip as you slowly pumped his base never breaking eye contact with your desperate husband. Sweat practically pouring from his bare chest and face. With a final moan he came into your warm wet mouth and you released him with a "pop". A smile visible on your face despite the heavy blushing, sweat, drool, and snot dripping down it.
Very quickly Kyo pulled you up onto the bed with him. As pretty as you were on your knees you looked better with them to your chest. Easily but slowly pushing you into a mating press whispering in your ear twisted little fantasies. "I'm gonna put a baby in you tonight my love. Knees to your shoulders, I-I won't let any of my seed spill out of you" biting and nibbling on your ear as he rocked the tip of his flushed cock against your sopping cunt. Small whines and gasps leaving you without much shame as he made sure he was plenty wet for you. Finally pushing in and bottoming out in one slow thrust. Both of you moaning as he pressed the weight of his hips into yours, pubic hair grazing your clit-causing your tight cunt to pulse around him.
"y/n, y/n, y/n" Kyo chanted as he pulled back and snapped his hips back into yours. Repeating the process over and over as you instinctively wrapped your arms around him and let your nails drag down his back. Pretty pink cat scratches decorating his shoulder blades and waist as he fucked himself deeper into you. Babbling on and on how badly he wanted you to carry his children. Begging you to allow him to become a father. Desperately pulling his dripped cock almost fully from your pussy before full force slamming it back in finally pumping you full of his cum and releasing the back of your knees from their position. Both of you gasping and sweating as he nearly collapsed in too of you. He rolled a bit off of you but kept himself inside of your now cum filled cunt. After all his seed couldn't spill out if he never pulls out.
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If you made it here then I have a proposal.
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Emergency Preparedness on a Budget: Part Two (Medicine and Power)
Hey there everybody, time for Part Two of Emergency Preparedness When Money is No! You can find Part 1 (Food and Water) here.
Just a note on Part 1, someone in the comments made the extremely good point that having food is not super-useful if you cannot eat it because you can’t cook it or get into the cans. This is true! My example stash used Chunky Soup and tuna because they can be eaten cold and usually have pop tops, but a can opener is a great addition to the emergency kit. Many preppers will also include a propane camp stove in their food stash, but if you’re on a very tight budget, you can absolutely get by with a few days of cold soup. (A basic propane stove, tank and lighter runs about 30-40 dollars if you are interested in getting one.)
Now on to today’s topics: Medicine and Power
Once you’ve got your 3 days of food and water sorted, you want other important survival stuff in your kit. Being as how we are all here together on Tumblr, the odds are pretty good that you or someone in your house is reliant on at least one kind of medication that must be taken regularly. If that’s the case, you need to have at least 3 days and ideally a week of meds stocked up as well.
“Wait a second,” you might say, “a week of medicine is not going to do me much good if I starve to death after eating my three days of food,” and you would be right, if a bit dramatic. In a disaster situation, however, the food and water supply pipeline is basically the first thing that activates. I was in the Asheville area during Hurricane Helene and though it took about the expected three days for support to really gear up, there was food and water being passed around within about 24 hours despite no gas, no communications and highways blocked in all directions. In almost any situation, you are going to get access to food and water before you get any other kind of relief. Getting your own prescription medicines in the right dose, on the other hand? That’s a lot more dependent on the kind of disaster you’re looking at, so it pays to plan ahead.
If you are in the US and have non-controlled prescription meds, most insurance plans will allow you to refill your meds up to 7 days early. If you can set a reminder on your phone and do that a couple times, you will end up a couple of weeks ahead on your pills without any skipping or rationing. That’s a good place to be even without considering disasters, just because life does insist on happening ALL THE TIME and sometimes it’s hard to get to the pharmacy.
If your medicines are tightly controlled then this is a harder problem. One thing you should definitely NOT do is skip medicines to build up an emergency supply. The whole object of the game here is for you to be healthy and okay even when bad things happen, so it defeats the purpose if you are hurting yourself to try and prepare. Talk to your doctor about what you can do to get emergency supplies of your medicines, or what to do if there is a disaster. Usually they will be sympathetic, and hopefully they can help. If they cannot help you beforehand, they generally have more leeway to help if a disaster is looming and it’s worth trying to call them if the weather report is particularly grim. In a big disaster, especially if you’ve had to leave your home, get yourself to a Red Cross shelter and ask for Disaster Health Services. They can be really helpful in getting those important medications.
For nonprescription meds, it’s helpful to have a small supply of the basics in your medicine cabinet, built up over time. If you go into your Walmart or equivalent when you are not even sick and buy the generic version of all these meds, you’re probably going to save 50%, maybe more, over trying to buy them at the drugstore or gas station when you’re already feeling terrible. They’re just good to have around! Another thing to note is that medicines kept cool and dry will last a lot longer than their best-by dates, so you don’t need to go throwing them away every couple years. Here’s a short list of some of the best meds to have on hand in an emergency:
Painkiller/Fever Reducer: Advil or Tylenol in the US, ibuprofen and paracetamol elsewhere. Good for keeping fever down if anyone gets sick, or for treating sprains, muscle strains or headaches. Be very careful of the dosing since both of these can do bad things in high doses.
Anti-Diarrheal: Immodium or loperamide. It’s easy to accidentally eat something bad in an emergency, and diarrhea can be both a logistical problem (especially if water is off!) and a potentially life-threatening health issue.
Electrolyte Solution: Pedialyte, electrolyte drink, oral rehydration salts. If someone does get diarrhea or if the weather is very hot, hydration becomes a massive issue as well. Someone who is sick or dehydrated enough may throw up plain water, but electrolyte drinks are better tolerated and solve the problem much faster. If you do not have any of these, you can also make your own oral rehydration solution by mixing a three-finger pinch of salt and a one-hand scoop of sugar into about two cups of water.
Antihistamine: Benadryl (diphenhydramine) or Claratin (loratidine) This one’s especially big after hurricanes, tornadoes, or any other storm that really rustles the jimmes on the local vegetation. It can be a little slice of hell to be out clearing all the brush that fell on your house and be surrounded by vast clouds of pollen and the occasional swarm of really unhappy bees.
Antacid: Pepto-Bismol (Bismuth subsalicylate) If you’re already on a proton-pump inhbitor like Prilosec or Zantac, stock those up instead. Otherwise, Pepto-Bismol is a good all-rounder to cover heartburn, upset stomach and nausea, all things that might come from stress and weird food during a disaster.
First Aid: A first aid kit could be a post on its own, but you can get the basics for cheap and keep them in a drawer til you need them. For maximum versatility, get yourself gauze pads and medical tape because you can use them to make whatever size bandaid you need, a few butterfly closures for bigger cuts, a tube of bacitracin zinc for antibiotic cream, a long cloth wrap to brace a sprain or fracture, and a bottle of saline to wash a wound or clean your eyes.
Power:
A lot of the disasters you’re likely to face will involve power outages, whether it be just your neighborhood, half the town, or the ENTIRE TRI-STATE AREA (if you are Dr. Doofenschmirtz.) In our Modern Miracle Age just about everybody has at least one flashlight with them at all times, built into their phones, but that’s only going to get you so far when the lights go out.
Powering your phone is a top priority in a power outage, not so much for the light but because it is your main source of communication and information for as long as the cell towers are working. You will want a power bank for your emergency kit; a little battery pack about the size of a cell phone itself, that holds enough electricity to recharge your phone one or more times before needing charged. A basic power bank can be had for about $15, but they are nearly infinitely scalable both in cost and benefits. You can get them with built-in cords, with solar panels, with flashlights of their own, with capacity to charge multiple phones, etc. Buy whatever one fits your budget and needs, then make sure to keep it charged and keep the appropriate cords with it!
Given that you’ll need your phone for other things, you’re going to want some light sources in your emergency stash as well. The easiest and safest of these are battery-powered flashlights and lanterns. You’ll want a mix of lanterns to light a room, flashlights to carry around, and headlamps for reading and close work. All these come in a huge variety of quality and price, but you don’t need anything expensive, just something that will work. Watch for sales at the beginning and end of camping season. Once you have your lights, buy batteries for all of them but do not store them with the batteries installed! For best storage, put your batteries side by side (not touching end to end because they may discharge over time) in a plastic baggie and rubber band or tape the bag to its light. Put them with your emergency food and you’ll know where they are, even in the dark.
Candles are a power-outage classic because they’re cheap, cheerful and don’t need batteries, but be careful if you use them. Make sure it’s on a clean, hard surface with nothing around it to burn, and that you never leave one unattended or in a room with only kids or sleeping people. A mirror tile or flat mirror is great if you’ve got one because it’s not flammable and will make the light brighter. Make sure your smoke alarm is working! (If you don’t have a smoke detector, call your fire department or local Red Cross and they can get you hooked up with one.) Jar candles are usually the best in terms of burn time and safety, and you can often get them real cheap and barely used at garage sales. After-Christmas sales are also good, if you don’t mind the smell of off-season merriment.
There’s a lot more stuff out there for emergency power, from solar generators to backup power stations to uninterruptible power supplies. Preppers love power almost as much as they love weird food hacks, and that is a _lot._ Unfortunately, once you get past the power bank level, the prices start going up very fast. If you have a few hundred dollars to put into your preparations you can get a portable power station that can not only charge your devices but run small appliances for awhile on AC power. If you use a CPAP machine like me, a power station might mean the difference between being able to sleep soundly or not. If you get one of those, make sure to get one that can charge in several different ways, especially from a running vehicle. They’re really handy in a pinch! Watch very carefully for sales on these stations from companies like Jackery, Bluetti and EcoFlow. They compete closely with one another, and a new model on the market from any of them can trigger price wars. It’s worth doing a little research to get a better deal.
Next time: Temperature Management (Or “Too Hot and Too Cold.”)
#disaster preparedness#disaster preparation#prepping#winter storm#hurricane#the first 72 is on you#budget shopping
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Resident Evil Characters with A Neurodivergent Partner
Chris Redfield
Chris has no idea what he’s doing. Like actually. The kind of man to white-knuckle his way through diagnosed PTSD. But that’s not gonna stop him from trying to be the best partner he can be.
Does amazing when you tell him you do best with clear communication. You mean he doesn’t have to try and figure out what non-verbal signals you’re trying to give him? Because you’ll just tell him? He’s delighted.
The kind of guy to keep a list on his phone with all of your preferences and needs. Like, down to the minutiae that you were pretty sure only you cared about. Has notes like “likes x brand chips, but NOT y flavor. Do not buy y flavor. You’ll make them cry”
Fucks up a lot early on in your relationship, but he just needs a little guidance
Jill Valentine
Jill will be your #1 defender in everything. Like, everything. Even if she doesn’t get it. Goes off on anyone who gives you a hard time for your accommodations without a second thought.
Jill is also reading up on everything. After you explain things to her she goes out and buys every book she can find on your diagnosis, even if she knows she won’t have time to read them all.
A safe place to lose control. Jill takes meltdowns and bad episodes in stride (not that she can extend that same care to herself, but I digress), and is always prepared with regulation tools when necessary.
Makes no secret about the fact that she hates anyone who’s ever made you feel bad about your diagnosis and will fight them if they ever meet. Yes that includes family members. It’s on sight with this woman.
Rebecca Chambers
She’s already got a life of being autistic under her belt, she’s got this.
Knows all the lingo, all the best places to get accommodation tools, and already has the menu for that new restaurant printed out for you to look over together.
The kind of person who won’t bother anyone else about her own needs, but the second someone she cares about isn’t getting their needs met, she’s making sure that changes.
Keeps basic AAC cards and stim toys in her bag at all times. Will add noise-canceling headphones, safe snacks, chew stims and anything else you can think of if asked.
Leon S. Kennedy
Swears he’s neurotypical, but you’re pretty sure he’s undiagnosed with something.
Happy to provide deep pressure therapy anywhere and everywhere. Just pulls you over silently when you start getting overwhelmed/anxious and squeezes you in a tight hug. Or flops his whole body on top of you like a big dog if you can lie down.
Great at working through meltdowns and bad episodes. Like actually amazing. Always meets you right where you are and works down from there.
Keeps a close eye on you while out in easily overstimulating situations so he can see if things start to get to be too much. The kind of guy to show up from across the venue like “hey I saw your body language change minutely into something uncomfortable, do you need a sensory break?”
Definitely spends way too much time and money on your special interests and hyperfixations. Like, way too much. Shows up after every mission with something related to it as a gift (even if he just grabbed it from the airport gift shop) and gets overly excited to take you out on dates related to it.
Claire Redfield
Like Rebecca, she’s got this shit down. No, she doesn’t have personal experience, but she has been in therapy since she was a child and is legitimately excited to learn how best she can help you.
Hits you with a “tell me more” or “how can I help?” anytime things start to get bad or overwhelming. No, she won’t take “I can handle it” as an answer. You’re in this together or not at all.
If you live together, she’s taking on home renovation projects constantly to make things more accessible. Stim-friendly furniture, low-sensory areas, clearly marked cabinets or open shelving to be able to see important things, a big wall calendar with anything important going on. Just ask and she’s going to the store to get supplies. DIY queen.
Calls or texts on a set schedule whenever she’s away for work so that you’re able to stay connected. Also has your number set to come through no matter what with a loud ringtone so she doesn’t miss it if you reach out, even if she’s asleep.
Will throw hands for you. Big “excuse me, they asked for no pickles” energy. Has actually gotten you both kicked out of establishments because she wouldn’t let someone’s ableism go. She’s not sorry.
Carlos Oliveira
Co-regulation king. Is constantly pulling you out of any thought spirals with silly shit to help you feel better.
Please info-dump to him. He says he just loves to listen to your voice, but also secretly finds it fascinating.
Another lover of deep pressure therapy. Big squeezes and bear hugs all the time. However, this does mean that he’s not the best person to be around if you’re touch-adverse, because he just can’t help himself. He loves physical contact.
Like Chris, probably fumbles a lot early on, but he takes care of any mis-steps fairly quickly so long as he’s told what he did wrong.
Probably the kind of dork to wear a “I love someone with (diagnosis)” t-shirt while out with you, despite the fact the he knows it makes you cringe
#resident evil#leon s kennedy#leon kennedy#re4 remake#chris redfield#re2 remake#carlos oliveira#jill valentine#claire redfield#rebecca chambers#neurodivergent#actually autistic#autism#adhd#audhd#ptsd#tried to be as inclusive as possible but my personal experience is with autism so it does lean a little more that way
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hiii tumblr, here's my official return-to-tumblr commissions/intro pinned post. above you'll find a card explaining my situation + other places you can find me at as well as some recent (as of april 2025) examples of my work.
MY COMMISSIONS ARE ALWAYS OPEN! I NEED WORK! LOL
COMMISSION INFO (CARRD)
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you can click the read more for a more in-depth description of my situation.
if you can't read the text, basically, i am a professional commission artist (+ soon-to-be merch/convention artist) with several years of on-and-off experience taking private commissions, and my sole income is earned through my artwork. i had my largest following on twitter, but left due to image scraping policy (and i just hate that website in general), so i've been struggling to make my income/audience back since then.
i am an autistic butch lesbian with pretty significant diagnosed mental health issues (bipolar II with psychotic features, ADHD, etc) and i'm also a high school dropout (as a result of said issues) with no degree/GED/anything, so being self-employed is basically all i can do. my brain and educational history make me very ill-suited for "normal" employment or higher education.
i live with my long-term girlfriend (who i will be opening an art shop with soon) in my family home and she similarly struggles with her mental health as well as chronic illness, which is expensive for her to manage, so money is tight for us even though we are both very frugal by nature. we are trying to make enough money to move out this year though, thus i'm making a significant push to get my work out there and become more successful with my self-employment so we can actually live something of a normal adult life.
i appreciate support via commissions, ko-fi tips, follows, shares, word of mouth, etc... lately i only earn around $100 a month through my work if i'm lucky so seriously, anything helps. lol
have a good day!
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𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐇𝐕𝐍𝐄𝐘'𝐒 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒
𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: mys jeffory x fem!reader
𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: shower sex, breeding, love bites
𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ☆ 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑷𝑶𝑺𝑻 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑨𝑰𝑵𝑺 𝑵𝑺𝑭��� 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑻, 𝑰𝑭 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑨𝑹𝑬 𝑼𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑮𝑬 𝑶𝑹 𝑼𝑵𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑻𝑨𝑩𝑳𝑬 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑺𝑬𝑿𝑼𝑨𝑳 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑷𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑺𝑬 𝑫𝑵𝑰.

hot steam filled the bathroom, the mirror in front of you beginning to fog as the shower runs. it was a long day of running around and completing errands, especially now that you’d basically become a mom to abby. as sweet as she was, she definitely gave you a run for your money (and it was hard to say no to such a cute face).
a deep sigh leaves your lips as you stretch out your limbs, peeling off your clothes and tossing them into a heap on the bathroom floor. down to your underwear, you nearly jump out of your skin when you hear the bathroom door suddenly open. whipping your head to the entry, your shoulders relax when you see jeffory’s face peeking through.
“sorry, my love. didn’t mean to frighten you.” he says, his lips turned up in amusement.
“it’s fine.” you sigh, sending him a look from the corner of your eyes when you catch him smiling a little too hard at your reaction.
he slides himself into the warmed room, careful to quickly shut the door to not let out any steam. long legs carry him to stand right behind you, a content sigh leaving his lips as he leans forward to wrap his arms around your waist. his nose brushes along the juncture between your neck and your shoulder, brown hair tickling your jaw.
“abby’s asleep,” he murmurs, pressing his hips into your behind and making a growing situation quite known to you.
reaching up to thread your fingers in his hair, you turn to look at him with a quizzical brow. “mm, and what do you want me to do with that information?”
small, airy laughs leave his nose, his hands squeezing your sides teasingly. lifting his head, dark, long eyelashes flutter against his cheekbones—revealing those pretty green eyes as they behold you through the mirror.
“do you have room for one more?”
“maybe.” you sigh as he rocks himself into you, his hands reaching down to caress your stomach.
“then i’d like to join you, if you want me to…” he mutters, the kiss he places against your cheek implying much more than a simple shower.
“someone’s eager tonight, huh?”
he chuckles at that, backing off of you to pull his own clothes off and soon dragging you under the splash of the warm shower head. the muscles in your shoulders relax as the water runs down your back, the heat mixed with jeffory’s lips on yours reducing your limbs to nothing but jello in his arms. his touch is always so sweet on you, even when his intentions aren’t so pure.
“you looked amazing today.” he murmurs, hands squeezing your hips before drifting towards your stomach.
“just today?” you smirk up at him with a challenging look.
“every day, my love.” he huffs in amusement, leaning in to softly nip a bite against your cheek. “always.”
before you can pull a witty response from your head, jeffory’s hands hook under your thighs, pulling them up to wrap around your waist and pressing you against the wall. the cool tiles pull a sudden gasp from your lips, one that’s quickly swallowed by hungry lips on yours. his hips grind up, his dick tall and attentive against your ass. his eagerness was rubbing off on you, slick already pooling between your thighs.
“seriously, what’s with you tonight?” you stutter when he finally gives you a chance to breathe, eyes wide as you grasp his shoulders tight. “not that i’m complaining…”
he swallows thickly, eyes trailing from your stomach to your breasts with a deep desire that you couldn’t quite place.
“you’re such a good mom, you know that?”
“what?” you breathe, lungs squeezing tight as one of his hands drifts to your dripping pussy, fingers circling your clit.
“to abby. seeing you–” a kiss is pressed to your shoulder. “walking around with her today. so patient. so loving. made me think of how gorgeous you’d look pregnant.”
your jaw drops at his blunt words—a trait he always possessed, yet it shocked you every time he was so forward with you.
“jeffory…”
“would you let me?”
not one but two fingers dip into your hole, crossing and stretching you out with purpose as he starts sucking onto the skin near your collarbone. you manage a broken whimper at his ministrations, unable to fully answer him as your breaths mingle with the steam.
“would you want to build a family with me?” he whispers, lips brushing against your skin and sending a full shiver across your body.
this was so sudden. sure, the two of you had talked about starting—or rather continuing your little family before. it was a conversation that naturally came with discussing your newfound maternal role over abby. it was something you both wanted one day, the prospect a distant dream to look forward to. he was never in a rush, agreeing that you’d both know when the time came.
you most certainly didn’t expect that time to be now.
but no protests fought their way to your lips. nothing but his mouth against your skin and his cock rubbing against you was on your mind. the thought of letting jeffory pump you full and getting you pregnant didn’t seem like a bad idea at all, a quiet moan leaving your throat at the idea.
“of course i do.”
his hand pulls away from your cunt, your walls squeezing around nothing from the sudden emptiness left behind. he pauses in pressing deep love marks into your skin, breaths fanning against your chest as his tip begins to rub against your entrance, gathering the slick that was practically dripping down on his length.
hooded green eyes gaze up into yours, his bottom lip tugged between his teeth as he slowly pushes himself in. one of his large hands presses into your lower stomach, pinning you completely against the wall as he shallowly begins to thrust.
“are you sure? you’re okay with that?” he asks, searching your expression for any sort of hesitation.
when he finds none, a low groan leaves his lips—eyes fluttering closed as he pushes the rest of his way inside. the feeling of your pussy squeezing around him so tight has him reeling, his forehead falling to your shoulder.
“thank you. thank you.” he pants, dragging his dick out slowly before pumping back inside, setting a steady rhythm. “you’re so sweet to me. you’d let me fill you up? get you pregnant?”
your fingernails dig into his shoulders, shuddered and breathless moans leaving your lips. “yeah, yes, yes.”
he continues his attack of hickeys on your skin, decorating your neck with purple bruises. his thrusts were slow, but full and strong—each one seeming to push his dick even deeper inside. the hand against your stomach presses down, long fingers splayed against your stomach as his palm feels how deep he can plunge himself into your hole. you practically crumble at the feeling, your abdomen set ablaze as your nerves are overloaded from the pleasure. legs tremble around his waist, so near your orgasm by now as he continues to pound into you.
“my sweet girl. you’ll look so beautiful all round,” he practically babbles, lashes stuck together from the water as he looks at you with lidded eyes. you feel so good he’s sure he’d fuck himself to sleep if he wasn’t standing. “can’t wait to show you off to everyone.”
one more thrust is all it takes for you to come undone, back arching and eyes rolling as you shudder around him. your trembling pussy goes impossibly tight around him, sucking him in and pulling a low moan deep from within his chest. his hips stutter against yours before his release follows soon after, cum spurting deep into your core as he shallowly continues to grind into you.
wet kisses are pressed against your neck, trailing up to your cheek before ending with a searing kiss against your lips. you weakly inch your legs against his waist, unsure if your feet would stay beneath you when you stand—but before you can move any further jeffory hitches you back up against his waist, keeping you stuffed full and wrapped around him.
“not yet. need to keep stuffing you full to get you pregnant. right, my love?”

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WIBTA if i tell my girlfriend i don't want any gifts right now?
basically due to my finances i just don't have extra money. at all. not even for little things for myself. i haven't gotten a little $5 coffee in months. and so this makes things like getting my gf a christmas gift or anniversary present pretty much impossible unless it's very small or i shoplift. which i do! i always find a way to get her something, even if it's small.
my problem is basically she is in a similar-ish situation financially, but she has wayyy more spending money than me and will impulse buy herself things all the time. she is also poor, but less so. she'll think nothing of spending $15 on a game and she can afford to go out to eat, and she makes an Extravagant Purchase ($100-200) every 6 months or so. not a lot by any means, but a ton more than i can afford, because i can't really afford anything.
and so the deal is every time a gift occasion rolls around, i get her something small and she promises to get me something, but never does. some examples, for my birthday, she asked what i wanted, i wanted a new lamp for my room, picked one out on amazon, $35, she promised to get it. never happened. christmas, i got her a game, she asked what games i wanted, i sent a few that were on sale, she never sent anything. etc etc etc etc. i totally get that money is tight for both of us but she's able to get HERSELF things. and i don't want something big, just something. even if she just drew a card, i'd be happy. but every time she'll tell me to pick out something expensive-ish ($30 is expensive for me) and then just. never actually gets anything.
so would i be the asshole if i told her i wanted to just stop doing gift exchanges? she's already asking me to pick something out for our anniversary and i already know it won't actually happen, and i'm sick of spending what very very little money i have to get her gifts if she's just going to get me another empty promise. so i want to call off the gift-giving entirely, but i'm worried it'll just make me look like i don't care enough to celebrate our anniversary.
What are these acronyms?
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SOTM: Erin/Julius, grudge match
For the prompt: Julius' exit from the Oilers
Julius was never going to stay. Erin doesn’t really know how anyone could have expected otherwise. Sure, she knows the expectation, that if you’re a franchise saviour you stay with the franchise, give it your all, saw that play out with Bryce even though fans acted like he was team whipping boy instead of franchise saviour half the time.
But the thing is, the Oilers have been beyond saving for the entire time Julius has been there. There’s only so much one guy can do, no matter how good they are. And Julius is so good, and he tries so hard. Everything he can do, he has done, nobody could say otherwise, doesn’t slack off on the ice in any game situation, works to win the team games. But they don’t win, most games. They don’t win, because they’ve got a mismanaged team and what the old boys club might call a loser culture. Nobody’s expecting to win games, the players included, and they’re usually right.
Erin’s not like, saying that out loud any time soon, but whatever. It’s true. She likes some of the Oilers as people, has a game buddy in Farmer’s girlfriend, who is one of the funniest people she’s ever met. She likes the city okay, close enough to pop in on mom and dad but far enough they don’t really pop in on her, except for the occasional visit when the Canucks come to town, because Jared’s indisputably their favourite child. There’s nothing personal about Julius’ decision to move on, on his end or hers.
Well, mostly. Erin’s never understood how Deslauriers has kept his job so long, considering he hasn't made the Oilers any better, but they’re not worse, not that that’s saying much. Unfortunately he’s still in charge of the whole operation, and she’s a teensy bit biased against him due to the whole being raging homophobe who tried to destroy her brother’s life because he was gay thing.
Like, just a smidge. Giving the TV the middle finger every time they show his face level. Julius has been smart enough never to introduce them level. Erin’s the only one allowed to destroy her brother’s life, and she sure as shit would never do that because of Bryce, who’s like, the best thing about Jared. By far Jared’s best life decision, full stop, was somehow winning over Bryce Marcus despite his horrible personality.
Well, after adopting Julius. Erin’s pretty grateful for that one, to be honest.
The summer before Julius’ contract expires, he goes into contract talks, though he has zero intention of staying. The talk is basically ‘thanks, but no thanks'.
Erin has no clue why it takes so many meetings to get that across; maybe they’re being too polite about it, or the Oilers are being a little too obtuse, because ‘no thank you’ is three words, as are ‘please trade me’. But after those talks end Oilers management doesn’t say anything to the media except that ‘they’re working on something that works for both parties’, which must be difficult, considering Julius’ current ask is ‘no amount of money will make me stay’, which she’s pretty sure is hard to match.
Or like. Maybe there is enough money. Theoretically, there could be a magic number of money. Like, a mindboggling amount of money might do it. But they haven’t offered him it. They’ve offered him fair value, market rate, but the thing about market value is that the market’s going to offer him that too, and testing the market means he doesn’t have to play for Edmonton anymore.
But nobody gets it. Going into his final contract season, the media’s talking about how much it’ll take to re-sign him, how sweet a deal they’ll have to make it, and she almost wishes that someone would leak the fact he isn’t going to stay so that fans would feel a little less betrayed down the line. But apparently the Oilers front office is a tight ship, or they’re still firmly in denial, hoping Julius is going to change his mind.
Erin’s never seen Julius change his mind on anything big. Or even little. He hates watermelon. He’s never actually tried watermelon, but he’s decided he hates it, so obviously trying it would be silly. This is the person they’re expecting to change his mind. The person Erin has debated force feeding watermelon, because he thinks it tastes like watermelon flavour and nothing tastes like watermelon flavour, she doesn’t know what the fuck watermelon flavour tastes like, but it is not watermelon.
Anyway, he doesn’t change his mind. Shockingly.
A week before the trade deadline Erin walks in the door to find Julius sitting at the dining room table in the half dark of twilight, chin on his fist. He looks like a stock photo: ‘sad man brooding’ or ‘gloomy Finn’ or something, so defeated that Erin doesn’t have the heart to give him shit. Well, almost. She wouldn’t want him to get a big head or anything.
“Pretending you’re the protagonist in a sad indie movie, huh?” Erin asks.
“I don’t know that one, protagonist,” Julius says, then, when she turns the overhead light on, “Ow!”
“Main character syndrome,” Erin says, as Julius squints at her, looking betrayed. He’s not a vampire — he’ll survive a little light.
“Is that what you said Jared has?” Julius asks, and Erin laughs. She can’t even remember saying that, though it must have been years ago. Years ago Erin was right, though.
“Probably,” Erin says, leaning on the table so Julius is forced to look at her instead of into the abyss or whatever. “What’s up?”
“They’re going to boo me for the rest of my career,” Julius says.
“Flames fans don’t even boo Bryce anymore,” Erin says. “Rest of your career’s a stretch.”
“That isn’t true,” Julius says.
“Okay, they don’t boo like, every time he has the puck,” Erin says. That’s basically the same, right? He has to earn the boos by scoring, or assisting, or holding onto the puck a little too long, or — anyway, they boo a whole lot less than they did initially, which is her point. People have short memories, and, more importantly, they’re lazy. Hating someone takes too much energy, long term. They’ll have found someone else to hate by then — some other poor, talented kid doing his best while he’s stuck on a team with no ambition.
“Have they traded you?” Erin asks.
“I think they’re about to,” Julius says.
“Like gut feeling or—“ Erin says.
“My agent told me to keep my phone close,” Julius says.
So probably actually about to, then. She knew it was coming, unless Deslauriers was stupid and stubborn enough to keep Julius until the end, let him walk for free. Which she wouldn’t put past the guy or anything, but still. It was coming.
“You’ve been waiting for this,” Erin says.
“I know,” Julius says.
“You want this,” she says. Getting traded at the deadline, people get a chance to get used to him in another uniform. If he stays until the end, the Oilers don’t get anything for him, but the Oilers fans are going to expect him to stay, hate him if he doesn't. Even more than they will this way, she means.
“I do,” Julius says. “You’ll come with me, right?”
“As long as it’s to a decent city, sure,” Erin says, and the offence on his face is exactly what he deserves for asking such a ridiculous fucking question in the first place.
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A nickle or two
Body a day - #13: Money
Another story inspired by the awe-inspiring @2xskin, this time Seanday Gym: A picture or two

I don’t exactly remember how I fell into conversation with Ross, but he was a great guy, a little intimidating at first, with his big muscles and vicious look, but a great guy – particularly he was a good and non-judgmental listener. Though he was young, he was unusually patient and insightful, which was quite unexpected, when you look at him.
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After having being fired from my job, I hit a downward spiral, blaming everyone and everything for what had happened to me. To be fair, I think my grudge was justified, it wasn’t so much my boss firing me, it was more him ’throwing me under the bus’, that was the reason for my bitterness towards him.
I had a hard time finding a new job – and money was getting tight. The only time I really left the house was to go shopping. I subscribed to Regan’s gym, basically to make sure I got out every now and then, but also to at least get just a bit of exercise.
I met Ross here, he was together with his friend, Curtis, a real pretty-boy with long brown hair, who seemed eager to get as big and muscular as Ross.

As I said before, you wouldn’t believe it at first, but Ross was a surprisingly good listener, whilst training I told him about my life and my situation, and Ross paid close attention to everything I said, even when he was bench pressing. He seemed genuinely interested and wanting to help.

One day, when I came to the gym, Ross came over to me in the free weights section, his usual domain, and very directly stated; “I think, I can help you get revenge.”
Hearing the word: revenge, coming out of Ross’s mouth, sent a chill down my spine, I was actually a little afraid of him now. “Ross,” I had to quickly interrupt him, “you don’t actually mean you’re going to hurt or threaten him, right?” Ross chuckled; “not at all, but you said he had a son, right? A really spoiled brat with expensive habits...”
”Well…” I began reluctantly, it was true that my boss’s son was living a good life, I wasn’t quite sure whether it was my boss, who liked to spend money on his son, or if it was the kid who was demanding. I was however well aware of all the money, he was spending on him. My boss usually talked about, how he had gotten this and that for his boy, it was actually getting boring at length.
”Then I guess his son is the key to get to his money,” said Ross confidently. I shuddered… Ross wasn’t thinking… I dared not even think the word… Kidnapping? ”Ross, please, you really shouldn’t – I mean – you are not planning to do anything illegal, right?”
Ross smiled, “it’s not legal, but it isn’t illegal either. Just leave it to me, and you’ll be set for the rest of your life, well, at least for years to come.”
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A week later I got a call from Ross, he wanted me to come to Regan’s tomorrow evening. I was still jobless, so it’s not like I had much else to do.
When I came to the gym, it was scarcely populated, but Ross and Curtis were there, alongside Calvin, my boss’s son.
Ross was busy spotting Calvin, so Curtis came over to me instead. “Hey,” Curtis said with a smile, “good you came, Ross has a surprise for you.” I was surprised enough to see Calvin here being spotted by Ross, but I failed to see the surprise, I mean, what could Ross actually do, if he wasn’t going to hurt or threaten Calvin? I barely even knew Calvin.
“Just do your routine, and wait for our signal… Just stay close to the locker rooms, okay?” Curtis said, punched me in the arm and walked away. I had no idea, what Curtis meant, but I did as I was told, not understanding anything of what was going on. On his way back to Ross and Calvin, Curtis ceremoniously snapped a picture or two of himself, his massive arms and firm chest. He seemed very content with himself, and I had to admit I was a little envious, not only at him, but also at Ross. To have such incredible bodies and looks.

A quarter had passed, when Ross, Curtis and Calvin headed for the locker room. I had not noticed any signal. Twenty more minutes passed, were they taking a piss at me? then Curtis popped his head out and waved at me. I got up and hurried to the locker room. And my jaw hit the floor.
Ross sat on a bench holding a spray can in his hand, next to him sat a clearly unwell Calvin. Ross put the can down and lifted Calvin by the neck, it was like there were no bones inside him. “The spray has done its work,” said Ross. “Get in him!” he said with a laughed and threw Calvin at me.
Curtis stretched out Calvin’s mouth; “you are going to love it, take off your clothes, and let’s get you inside.” I happily obliged. It was a bizarre yet exhilarating experience. Curtis and Ross helped me feed my body into the teenager, slowly bringing him back to life. I was deeply entranced by the process, how Calvin's smooth, tan skin began to shape my body, first the feet, then the legs, then the torso. Pushing my arms inside Calvin’s, I suddenly felt a pain as if thousands of tiny needles drilling into my skin, hurting at first, but slowly feeling more pleasant. “Now comes the hard part,” said Ross, “it’s going to feel a little rough, but trust me, it’s worth it.”
“Hell yeah!” I replied at the prospect of becoming Calvin irreversibly, “Let’s do this!” With one last pull, Ross stretched Calvin’s head over mine and everything was engulfed in darkness. I could feel the needles in my face, but I could also feel what I assumed were Ross's and/or Curtis’s hands pushing Calvin’s features into place. The eyelids, the nose, the ears, the lips. Then it felt like I was beginning to burn, and indescribable heat was burning me from the inside, I felt woozy and weak, Ross was not kidding, it felt like my organs were being rearranged, in the midst of the pain and unintelligible pictures flashing through my mind, I could feel four firm hands keeping me upright and steady. Then the pain disappeared and I opened my eyes, staring at Calvin in the mirror. I grinned.
“I think this fixes your money problem,” Ross laughed, punching me in the arm. “Wait – are you both…” I began, for the first time hearing Calvin’s smooth voice coming out of my mouth. They both laughed, “Yeah,” said Curtis whilst flexing his chest, making his pecs swell, Ross did the same, “we both went through this transformation, feels good now, right?”
I smiled Calvin’s smile and nodded. I soon left the gym with Ross and Curtis with a renewed confidence. Before we went our separate ways Ross placed a hand on my leather-clad shoulder, and winked at me; “now bleed him dry.”


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And Ross was right, that is exactly what I’m going to do, dad.

#male bodysuit#male body suit#male bodysuit tf#male body transformation#body theft#body a day#body suit tf#life takeover#male skinsuit
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I want to move out, Im 23 but im so nervous. I have a job and Ive been supporting myself other than paying rent (insurance, car, job, school, groceries, toiletries) for a couple years now while living at home. But im so scared that I will run out of money somehow and become homeless, once I move out my parents wouldnt want me to move back in so Id really be on my own. I think it would be better for me to move out as our relationship isnt good and it causes me a lot of stress and anixety, but the stress of potentially ruining my life by moving out also scares me. Do you have any advice?
Also on the topic of moving out, do you know anywhere where I could find guides to different things like maintenance and emergency kits and serious stuff like that and also basic stuff like cooking/cleaning/laundry? I know its stupid but I think it will be different once im cleaning an entire space if I move out versus just being responsible for my small bedroom. thank you again it means sm to me.
I think it makes a lot of sense to be nervous about moving out! Living on your own is a big responsibility and sometimes it can be hard. The fact that you recognize that tells me that you're making a thoughtful decision about this and that you're probably mature enough to deal with problems when they come your way.
As far as practical advice goes, the first thing I would do is create a budget. The website I use is this one, but there are lots of free options out there. Think about all of the expenses you currently have right now (insurance, car, job, school, groceries, toiletries), plus what you expect your rent will be based on average rents in your city and any other additional expenses you might have once you live on your own (utilities, internet, security deposit, furniture). I think getting a really good sense of how much money you need to make and how much money you can realistically save per month will make you feel more confident in your ability to afford living on your own. If you can, it's also a good idea to have 3-6 months worth of living expenses saved up before you move out on your own, since that will give you some buffer room to figure things out if you lose your income.
If the amount of money you need to afford living on your own is too high for you right now, that doesn't necessarily mean you can't afford to move out. It may be worth looking into other options, like getting a roommate, moving into a co-living space, seeing if there's a friend or other family member you could move in with, looking for other ways to lower the cost of your necessities, or looking into options for another way of making money.
As far as the anxiety that you're feeling goes, it may be worth going through all of your fears, their worst case scenarios, and coming up with plans for them in advance. For example, if you're worried you're going to run out of money, maybe a good plan would be to put 10% of your paycheck into savings every month so that you know you'll have money to fall back on. If you're afraid you're going to lose your source of income, you might work on creating a resume so you have it ready to go, put together a list of people you know who might be able to refer you for a job, come up with a list of places you would want to apply if you needed to look for work again, and come up with a list of jobs that you could get pretty easily if you were in a tight spot. If you're afraid you're going to be homeless, you could talk to your parents about what would happen in that worst case scenario and what the circumstances would have to be before they let you move back in with them. You might think about who else you could stay with short-term, look at the resources that your school, city, country, and local non-profits offer for people who are struggling, or think about other ways you could potentially get housing (like working as a nanny, couchsurfing, or WWOOFing). Having backup plans, even for situations that aren't likely to happen, may help you to feel more prepared to live on your own.
As far as guides go, here are a few that might be helpful:
This article has a good list of items you'll need right when you move in, and ones you can wait to buy
This article is a good primer on moving and all of the different elements involved in it
For emergency kits, this is a good resource, and this one is a good resource for first aid kits
This is a good resource for how to start budgeting
There are some good resources for easy, budget-friendly recipes here, here, and here
There are some good resources for learning how to cook here and here
There's a good resource for how to do laundry here
There's a pretty in-depth list of household chores here, including how frequently each chore needs to be done, and there's another good resource here
There's some good information on adjusting to living alone here
This free course has a lot of good information on how to support your own well-being and happiness (this isn't totally moving related, but I'll take any opportunity I can to shout it out because it's really good)
This is a good guide to taking care of yourself when you're sick and you live alone
And in general, Google is your best friend when going through the process of moving. Pretty much any question you have, from the reputation of different neighborhoods in your city to what the "prove" setting on your oven does to how to get rid of fruit flies is just a search away.
I know I've thrown a lot at you here and everything is pretty high-level, so if you have any other questions or things I can help you with, please feel free to ask! Moving can be a big task, but it's easier when you have the support of people who have gone through it before.
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god im so stumped for the endgame ship i have so many ideas so imma just babble until my brain clears out
at the end of this theres a poll so yall should vote on what i should do!
Zanemau
zanemau has such a sweet, sweet, SWEET dynamic in mystreet
i imagine zane falls first and falls so incredibly hard
but he doesnt realize hes in love because hes so dead set on being the best, best friend.
it takes someone else calling him out on his actions (buying aphmau big, expensive gifts, being touchy with her, constantly vying to get her attention, giving her custom nicknames that he will get mad that ANYONE uses)
then when he realizes hes like "oh fuck what do i do" and completely panics around her at all times
aphmau is kind of oblivious to this. "i mean like he does this stuff all the time, why would it be different?"
meanwhile, aphmau kinda slowly realizes that shes falling for him. shes more nervous about completely ruining their friendship more than the idea of him rejecting her completely
the big gifts and compliments and touchiness make her SO happy and excited. i imagine zane is pretty tight with money (despite being a nepo baby and sitting on tons and tons of money from his rich ass parents) so when he actively forks out money EXLUSIVELY for her it makes her heart all fluttery
their feelings are obvious to everyone except the two of them. the group kinda actively puts them in situations where they are put together.
they are very much your typical, sweet "best friends to lovers" dynamic. which is why i love it sm
Laurmau
mcd laurmau makes me go WOOF WOOF BARK BARK WOAOAUEHEJFJ
and yes im relying heavily in mcd for their characterizations. those are the true versions of these characters. fight me.
yall seen miraculous ladybug? marichat and ladynoir? yeah. yeah its that. thats them
like okay: he is enamored by her looks but he just becomes absolutely smitten with her personality towards the beginning of pdh season 1. its that highschool crush that never goes away. even when he says it goes away, it doesnt. in fact, as they get closer, it gets so much worse!
he keeps the playful flirting and just teases her constantly
but you know as a friend, so he says
and she always playfully turns him down with a joke or a tease but you know. she knows that's just how he is! he has no feelings for her or anything!
but she was wrong, obviously. when they move to mystreet together after sort of growing apart during college, BOOM! those big dumb feelings come back and laurence is... well you know. hes laurence. he wears his heart on his sleeve and he pulls her aside and professes his love for her.
she turns him down (again) but hes unwavered! they go back to their original dynamic and nothing changes
...except BOOM!!! APHMAU CATCHES FEELINGS!!
mental breakdown ensues (on her end) because "HOLY SHIT I ACTUALLY CAUGHT FEELINGS FOR THIS DUMBASS!!! I CANT BELIEVE THE FLIRTING ACTUALLY WORKED OH GOD FUCK!!!"
the next time laurence flirts with her she drops the bomb so casually like
"hey, mlady, when are we going to go on that date?"
"i dont know laurence. when are you going to take me?" cue dead silence and aphmau locking Eyes with him and staring into his soul
it takes like 15 seconds for him to catch on
and he explodes. his face turns beet red. he blushes and smiles and giggles and practically kicks his feet and that motherfucker is GIDDY!!!
everything in their relationship is basically the same except they kiss
Garmau
I LOVE GARMAU IN MCD
god the way hes all shy for her and he subtly (SUBTLY!!!) tries to suggest his feeling for her
I LOVE GARMAU IN MCD IM SICK GOD
THE FALLING TREE SCENE?!?!?@? CHEFS KISS. LITERALLY AARMAU COULD N E V E R
(once again, im implementing more of their mcd personalities)
okok but this is mystreet, not mcd!
in my notes, garroth and aphmau were childhood friends for much longer! but then aphmau moved, they eventually lose contact over time so she remembers garroth the most but not really zane and vylad as much because shed often stick to his side because she has a little baby crush on him
CHILDHOOD FRIENDS TO STRANGERS TO TO FRIENDS TO LOVERS DO YOU UNDERSTAND MY VISION!!!!!!!!!!!!!
okay but... not really "strangers" but they lose contact for a bit and reconnect in hs.
they dont instantly recognize each other but aphmau instantly recognizes zane when she sees him. it takes aphmau way too long (about 3-4 weeks into the school year, when vylad gets introduced and they go to the park together) to connect that garroth the "hot sophomore guy who i am fortunate enough to share air with who weirdly enough shares the name of my childhood crush/best friend but that surely is a coincidence, right?" is the same garroth ro'meave that she used to play with when she was young
garroth... knows. well he gets it much faster than she does. after all, "aphmau" is probably one of the most uncommon names to ever exist in this universe so he pretty much recognizes her right off the bat but how the fuck do you even begin to address this? (is what he asks laurence who literally just goes dude, just tell her)
and then you know how the story goes, the love triangle (love arrow? love axis? love corner??? ITS NOT A TRIANGLE WHY IS IT CALLED A LOVE TRIANGLE) commences, aphmau ends up rejecting both of them because they stressed her out and the boys chill out and then they all become friends
then college happens and BAM mystreet
garroth is more upfront to the fact that he never really got over her
sure he dated ivy and tried to date in college but nothing felt right
being with and near aphmau just felt right in a way no other person has managed to replicate
and suddenly she was back and the world felt right again
but hes still shy and has no idea how to approach her
(i imagine hes much more flirty and a little more like laurence [less extreme tho] when he doesnt really have feelings for a person)
and aphmau well? shes just happy to be back around him. the sun seems to shine brighter when shes with him and she has no idea why
theyre much more awkward then the other two ships i have listed here
esp as aphmau is falling like oh god. the tension??? the awkward pauses and long gazes??? ugh its delicious i eat it up
much like zanemau, it takes the skittles squad™ (aka the mystreet cast) to the extreme measure of locking them in a room and forcing them to confront their feelings /hj
or on the other hand, one of em confesses on complete accident or OOHH on a late night and just spilling their guts
anyway. again much like my zanemau written above garroth would SPOIL her with his ro'meave money and she would not know how to respond
wow i wrote a lot for garmau
BUT WERE NOT DONE BECAUSE WE STILL HAVE
Garrancemau & other ship ideas
so imagine garrancemau as laurmau and garmau happening cohesively much like mystreet where its a "competition" except they have the underlying tension of a college fling or smth like that
and aphmau kinda like. tries to get them together cuz she can see that they also have feelings for each other and they think this is some gay-denial like that
TRUE LOVE TRIANGLE you know???
but like i also wanna try my hand at rewriting aarmau to be less... bad...
*IN MY OPINION!!!
i really enjoy aarmaus dynamic but i do really like it more in a sibling light so i dont know if i really do wanna go the romance route
but also i love aroace aphmau! or katemau or travmau!
APHMAU IS A VERY SHIPPABLE CHARACTER OKAY? SHE HAS GOOD DYNAMICS WITH EVERYONE!!
so yeah. i dunno!! what do yall think? please, im very curious and im open to suggestions!!
*SUGGESTIONS!! i may not take them and decide to do fuck all so please if you give me a suggestion please know that i may not take it but i value your input and i put it into heavy consideration!!
#aphmaurewrites#aphblr#aphblur#aphmau#aphmau mystreet#aphverse#mystreet#laurmau#garmau#garrancemau#god im so fuckin stumped#THESE ARE ALL SO GOOD#my multishipper ass is trembling there are so many OPTIONS#rotp#rise of the phoenix
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(PEYTON LIST, CIS WOMEN, SHE/HER) Oh, is that NOELLE EMERSON I heard the TWENTY SIX-year-old is NICE But don’t let that pretty face fool you, they are also MANIPULATIVE. Makes sense seeing how they are a MONEY LAUNDERED in the SERPENTS gang. (leila)
BASICS
Full Name: Noelle Marie Emerson
Nickname: Noe, Elle, Eme
Age: 26
DOB: Feburary 25th
Parents: Donovan and Mallory Emerson
Siblings: n/a
Hair color: blonde
Eye color: Brown
Height: 5'5
Tattoos: tbd
Scars: tbd
Piercings: tbd
Sexuality: bisexual
Occupation: tbd
BACKGROUND Noelle was born into a life of privilege, but her childhood was far from idyllic. Her parents, both high-powered executives, were rarely home, leaving Noelle in the care of nannies and household staff. While she had everything material she could ever want, the absence of her parents left a deep emotional void. Noelle's early years were characterized by a constant longing for attention and affection, but her parents were more focused on their careers and social status, leaving Noelle feeling isolated and neglected. As Noelle entered her teenage years, the cracks in her seemingly perfect life began to show. She became increasingly rebellious, acting out in a desperate bid for her parents' attention. By the time she was in high school, Noelle had fallen in with a crowd that introduced her to a world of experimentation and risk. She started experimenting with drugs, initially as a way to escape the loneliness and numb the pain of her neglected upbringing. Her drug use escalated as she sought out more dangerous experiences, pushing boundaries and defying authority at every turn.
Noelle’s academic performance, which had once been stellar, began to decline. She frequently skipped classes, partied late into the night, and became known as a troublemaker. Despite her destructive behavior, her parents remained largely unaware, too absorbed in their own lives to notice the downward spiral their daughter was on.
After barely graduating high school, Noelle enrolled in a prestigious university, more out of obligation than genuine interest. However, the structure and demands of college life felt suffocating to her, and she quickly grew disillusioned. The expectations placed upon her only intensified her feelings of inadequacy and resentment. In her second year, Noelle made a drastic decision: she dropped out of college, abandoning the path that had been laid out for her.
After leaving college, Noelle found herself at a crossroads. She was drawn to the gritty underworld of the city, where she felt a sense of belonging she had never experienced before. It was during this time that she encountered a notorious gang known as the Serpents. The Serpents were a tight-knit group with a reputation for being ruthless, but also fiercely loyal to their own.
Intrigued by their lifestyle and desperate to escape her past, Noelle gravitated towards the Serpents. They offered her a sense of family and belonging that she had never found in her own home. For the first time, Noelle felt like she was in control of her life, even as she descended deeper into a world of crime and violence. She quickly proved herself to be resourceful and cunning, earning the respect of the gang’s leaders. However, her involvement with the Serpents also brought her into dangerous situations, further distancing her from the life she once knew.
Now in her mid-20s, Noelle is a conflicted individual, torn between the world she left behind and the dangerous life she has embraced. She is still struggling with the emotional scars of her childhood, using her involvement with the Serpents as both a shield and a weapon. Noelle is deeply loyal to the gang, seeing them as the only family she has ever known, but she is also aware of the risks and the toll it is taking on her soul.
As Noelle navigates this dark path, she is haunted by questions of identity and purpose. She wonders if she can ever escape the shadow of her past and find a life where she can be truly free, or if she is destined to remain a prisoner of her own choices.
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