#bling supplies

[blingbykey]

[tteokdoroki]

☆༉ — KATSUKI BAKUGOU. love island’s heart rate challenge.

about. you’re the bombshell katsuki tells her not to worry about. i just wanted to hop on the love island!bakugou trend because i finally managed to catch up and watch some.

warnings. suggestive. minors & ageless blogs do not interact. implied cheating but not really bc it’s love island, british slang lol, lap dances, making out, saucy outfits & fem!reader.

the girl bakugou couples up with has been worried about you from the moment you first stepped into the villa.

and rightly so.

you’ve had almost every boy charmed since your arrival. kirishima made you lunch on your first day, todoroki and sero eagerly followed you for a chat by the pool to express their interest in you at the party hosted in your honour on night one. but you, you had your sights set on katsuki bakugou.

as a bombshell, you’d been given the power to choose any guy you wanted to take on a first date to the sandy shores of Majorca — with crystal clear waters, fresh fruits and champagne as your wingmen. and while you had initially picked bakugou for his sharp jaw line, mysterious wine red eyes and obviously the rest of his good looks (those abs looked like they were taken straight from a magazine) you were pleasantly surprised by how warm he was. his eye contact was strong, the raspy lilt to his voice was both alluring and calming and he seemed genuinely interested in you as a person and not because you were his type down on paper (though that was a bonus).

you laugh and smile about where you grew up, your favourite things and your red flags and by the end of the date — bakugou is feeding you fruit and helping you stand with a warm hand wrapped around your wrist. “s’only been a few days so i’m not completely closed off,” he mumbles a little too fast. “i’m open to getting to know you.”

you want to get to know him too.

you don’t tell the girls this when they crowd around you with blinged out bikinis and coconut scented sunscreen to ask you how your date went. you’d rather keep your cards close to your chest, but you tell them how nice bakugou is, how sweet he is. some of the girls can instantly tell how much he’s into you. bakugou’s match doesn’t say much.

“obviously, i don’t want to step on anyone’s toes.” you expressed politely to the girls, your eyes doe eyed and bright, voice level and sweet. “i’ve come in at a difficult point, so i’ll just get to know everyone and let the boys know that the ball is in their court.” you don’t care if it makes you seem fake, but you don’t have any plans on leaving the island without bakugou on your arm.

the rest of the week is spent hopping between the boys, wearing all of your most sizzling swimsuits and pyjama sets — knowing that katsuki’s eyes are following you everywhere around the villa. he makes you iced coffees and scrambled egg with toast at breakfast times. he likes you and you like him and it’s causing problems with the girl the blonde is coupled up with.

on the fourth day, you get a text whilst in the pool — schmoozing with bakugou’s rival, deku. you announce it while he smooches up your ankle, making bakugou see flashes of red “islanders, it’s time to see how much of your heart truly belongs to the person you’ve coupled up with. tonight we’ll test that #heartratechallenge #peepthepulse!”

it’s then that you know exactly what to do. exactly how to get your man.

the producers supply you with a cute little number, one that you specifically request in bakugou’s favourite colour — the burnt orange lace of your corset and tiny shorts contrasting perfectly against your skin, accompanied by thigh high socks that squeeze around the plush flesh. your new best friend in the villa helps you smoke out your eyelids and touch up your makeup for the perfect look while she tells you that you look good enough to eat.

and you are. when it’s your turn to get those hearts racing — you stand before the boys at the fire pit who drink you in like a tall glass of water on simmering hot day and eat up your curves highlighted in your skimpy little outfit like men starved. you start with sero and make your way down the line, taking his finger into your mouth before kissing up his arm and right to his ear once you’re in his lap. todoroki digs his thumbs into your waist when you throw it back on him, kirishima let’s out a low whistle when you give him extra special treatment and a kiss on the neck (courtesy of being bakugou’s best friend), you let kaminari feel up and down your curves and nibble on your ear.

bakugou is rigid in his place by the time you reach his rival izuku — and you put on an extra show, pulling the man to a stand and grinding on him like nobody’s business. the boys holler and whoop and scream, practically sweating at the show you put on for them.

when you reach the blonde, you crawl into his lap tantalisingly slow, his rough hands instinctively coming up to cup your thighs — smooth over the skin as katsuki leans back in his seat and manspreads to make room for you.

“hi handsome,” you greet him with an innocent purr, running your hands up to the back of his neck to toy with his baby hairs.

you’re so close to him that he can feel your heat spread through his soul and burn him from the inside out — replacing any memory of the girl that he’s coupled up with. “hi gorgeous, what took ya so long?”

“i wanted to save the best for last.”

bakugou’s cheeks flood with a red that rivals his eyes when you grind down into him, calculatedly placing your lips inches away from his thumping pulse point. you grab at his hair and he grabs at you, practically groping one another as you ghost over his lips, tease him with the prospect of a kiss. he can hear his own heart thundering through his ears, the blood rushing to his head (and between his legs) making him too dizzy to even think. saliva pools in bakugou’s mouth as you make a mess of him without even trying, rolling yourself in his lap, shaking your ass against him, whispering filthy shit into his ear even though the mics can pick it up.

to wrap it up, when you slide off of katsuki, you pretend to drop something — standing up sensually to give him a little treat. his eyes clearly glued to your cute behind.

by the time your turn is over, katsuki knows that he’s done for. he wants you, and the way your vanilla perfume lingers on his sun licked skin. he’s in a daze for the rest of the game and doesn’t even notice the way his girl’s face twists at the sight of your lipstick prints all over him.

neither of you can hide your faces when deku begrudgingly announces “the girl that raised bakugou’s heart rate the most was….” and your name follows suit. you offer up your most winning smile, giving the blonde those “fuck me eyes.” that really get him going from across the fire pit and he can’t help but smirk back.

the boys clap for him but the girl he’s coupled up with gives you a look that could kill.

before it all comes to head, katsuki approaches you and your best friend by the bar — hands tucked into his lose cargo pants, silver dog tags around his neck glinting around his thick neck as he juts his head in the direction of the sunbed’s.

“can i pull you for a quick chat?” he grunts and you grin, offering him your hand despite the stares from the other islanders. you want katsuki bad, so you’ll be as controversial as you want — no matter who’s coupled up with who. “obviously, i like you, a lot.” he starts, helping you sit down, hand around your wrist and eyes full of admiration.

since you’ve come into the villa all he can think about is you, your laugh and your smile. to say his head was turned would be an understatement. katsuki bakugou is crushing hard on you.

“i think you can tell, ‘specially from how that challenge went.” it’s hard for him to open up like this and admit it to you, but your connection goes beyond your beauty and bakugou feels himself gravitating towards you more than his old match. he doesn’t want to pass this up, maybe lose you to izuku. “i said i was open, but i think… if you picked me. i’d be completely closed off for you. i want you like that. if you’d want me too.”

he fiddles with your hands nervously as you sit opposite him, all dolled up with shiny eyes and glossy lips under the evening sky. you think katsuki couldn’t get any cuter which only solidifies your choice.

“i’ve only ever wanted you since i came here, katsuki. i feel like we get each other,” inching forward until you’re a breath’s width apart, you tenderly brush a blonde lock away from his pretty face. “i wanna be yours just as much as you wanna be mine.” you add, quietly.

and you don’t care if your next move makes you shady or betrays anyone’s trust — but you came into the villa looking for love and you think you’ve genuinely found it within katsuki. so you lean forward, pressing your lips gently against his and squeak in surprise when bakugou reciprocates almost instantaneously. he cups the back of your head, deepening the kiss and pushing his tongue past the boundaries of your soft lips to tangle with your own.

“your lip gloss tastes like shit.” bakugou pulls away with a grumble, but his face breaks out into a wide and accomplished grin. “c’mere, kiss me again.”

“m’kay,” you tilt your head towards him, your own expression light with laughter, and place your hand over the one that cups your cheek. “i like kissing you.”

“i like kissing you too.”

smiling again, you squish bakugou’s cheeks. “so does this mean you’re picking me at the next re-coupling?”

katsuki nods dumbly, wanting nothing more to pull you into his lap. he knows they’ll be drama tonight, dealing with the last girl, his sleeping arrangements and yours — but he doesn’t care. he just wants to share this moment with you.

“i’ll pick you a thousand times over. at this re-coupling and every single fuckin’ one after.” katsuki reaffirms, knowing that he’s absolutely fucked up and in love.

and that’s enough for you to kiss him all over again.

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2023. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

[astrobiscuits]

🎄🎵Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas🎵🎄

Holiday (365443) persona chart observations

🎅 Individuals with Ascendant at 1° or 3° get really excited in advance at the thought of Christmas coming. They tend to approach the holidays with the same innocent joy they had as kids even in adulthood

🎅 Stellium in 2nd house = tasty Christmas dishes and gifts are their only priority lmao

🎅 Neptune trine Venus tend to get lost in the beauty and bling of Christmas decorations

🎅 The sign and house where Jupiter is located tells you what type of gifts you might usually get on Christmas (it's also great to use as a gift guide!!):

🎁 Jupiter 1st house/Aries: gym equipment; sports-related merch; tickets to an event, which you're really passionate about; hats/head accessories; could also be something related to the natal Ascendant (check the description for your natal Rising sign for more info)

🎁 Jupiter in 2nd house/Taurus: lots of chocolate and sweets; clothes; art pieces; scented candles; perfume; fine china; kitchen utensils; cookbooks; (renewed) subscription to a movie streaming service

🎁 Jupiter in 3rd house/Gemini: a (new) car; books; musical instruments; handpan (if Jupiter is in Pisces or it positively aspects Neptune); your most memorable gift might come from a sibling or a relative (cousin, uncle, aunt)

🎁 Jupiter in 4th house/Cancer: plushies; heated blanket; board games; photo albums; your most memorable gift might come from your parents or it might be something passed on from generation to generation

🎁 Jupiter in 5th house/Leo: concert tickets; a trip to the tattoo parlor; gold jewelry; could also be something related to the natal Sun

🎁 Jupiter in 6th house/Virgo: Fitbit/smartwatch; aesthetic stationery (notebooks, planners, writing instruments); reusable water bottle; humidifier; pets

🎁 Jupiter in 7th house/Libra: make-up; beauty gadgets; a romantic partner/fiancé (no, but fr, you might get a love confession during the holidays); your most memorbale gift likely might come from your partner (if you have one)

🎁 Jupiter in 8th house/Scorpio: money/gift cards; sexy time toys; stockings; could be something the individual is obsessed with

🎁 Jupiter in 9th house/Sagittarius: trips to exotic destinations; henna hair dye; compression socks

🎁 Jupiter in 10th house/Capricorn: vintage decor; office chair; office purse (or just one that screams "high status"); sterling silver jewelry; high quality alcohol drinks

🎁 Jupiter in 11th house/Aquarius: electronic devices (smartphone, laptop, tablet, etc.); video games; anything related to supernatural beings (aliens, mermaids, fairies etc.); telescope; anything you've wished for/been manifesting

🎁 Jupiter in 12th house/Pisces: anything sleep related - pajamas, bed sheets, pillow sheets (or a new pillow), silk sleepmask; crystals; manifestation journal; tarot decks; art supplies

🎅 Christmas traditions based on the number of planets in angular/succedent/cadent houses:

❄️ High number of planets in angular houses (1, 4, 7, 10) = starting new family traditions

❄️ High number of planets in succedent houses (2, 5, 8, 11) = carrying out family traditions

❄️ High number of planets in cadent houses (3, 6, 9, 12) = tweaking/improving current family traditions or letting them go if they don't resonate anymore

🎅 Sun square/opposite Saturn & Ascendant conjunct/square/opposite Saturn = Grinch who doesn't like Christmas, but doesn't do anything to "destroy" it; might show a lot of sarcasm during the holidays; they might not celebrate Christmas due to reasons related to their position of Saturn

🎅 Sun square/opposite Mars = Grinch who doesn't like Christmas, but actively tries to "destroy" the holiday spirit for the people around them by picking up fights with loved ones

🎅 If you want to "hire" a Santa to show up with gifts for your kids on Christmas (aka choose one of your friends to fulfill this role), the best Santa would have atleast 3 of the following:

Sun conjunct/sextile/trine Jupiter

Venus conjunct/sextile/trine Jupiter

Sun/Moon in 5th house

Jupiter in 2nd house/5th house

Jupiter conjuncting MC

Sagittarius Rising or Jupiter as dom planet

Ruler of 2nd house (benefic planet) in 5th house and vice versa

Asteroid Abundantia (151) conjuncting Venus/Jupiter

❆❆❆ ~ 𝕸𝖊𝖗𝖗𝖞 𝕮𝖍𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖒𝖆𝖘, 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖞𝖔𝖓𝖊 ~ ❆❆❆

[kieran-granola]

Material Boy

(This one is available on AO3)

When he’s not busy being a vigilante, Tim likes to think that he’s a pretty simple guy. He has normal, civilian friends. He's awkward when he talks to people he wants to bang. He likes skateboarding and playing Warlocks & Warriors. He dropped out of high school.

He also, like many kids of his generation, grew up collecting superhero merchandise and memorabilia.

And yes, maybe he never got out of the habit of collecting super-trinkets even after joining the vigilante game — a fact he keeps between himself and God, he can only imagine how much shit Steph and the others would give him if they knew — but it's not like he steals stuff from the heroes he knows. He just... buys things. A lot of things.

Which brings him to his current problem: the amount of merchandise created depends a lot on a hero's popularity. This means that Superman has insane amounts of merch. Wonder Woman and Batman too, to a lesser extent. In Gotham, Robin does pretty well for kids' stuff, and Nightwing has inspired more than one, uh, adult line of toys.

…But Red Hood? As tacky as brands can get with their products, they know better than to create merch of mass murdering rogues and villains, and unfortunately people aren't sure whether Red Hood qualifies a good guy. This means that Tim's haul is Very Poor when it comes to Hood. Which is an issue on account of Tim's massive crush on Jason.

How is a man supposed to pine in dignity when he can't even find a decent body pillow to warm his lonely bed? How?!

Tim obviously has to fix this problem. He has to rehabilitate Red Hood and ensure a steady supply of bling for his display cases. And shelves. And furniture. And possibly wardrobe, he's not picky.

He has to.

Which is why he ends up raving about Red Hood, his crime-fighting exploits, and his charity work on social media. He uses all of his covers' accounts and even creates a few more, enthusing people and posting praise until, finally, his amateur PR campaign snowballs.

He knows his job is done when his hashtags start trending outside of the Gotham metro area, and the first Red Hood plushie comes out of Build-A-Bear.

___________________________

Jason is bemused when he first gets wind of his rising popularity. Sure, it's nice to be appreciated and the genuine testimonials from Gothamites warm the cockles of his dead, dead heart, but where did the hype come from? And why are people trying to ask him for autographs? He's a crime lord! He's dangerous and scary, and people should definitely not feel comfortable enough to ask him for selfies!

…Oh fuck, is that it? Is someone trying to sabotage his reputation?

Disturbed, Jason reaches out to Oracle for some help with finding the person behind this heinous plan. He's not entirely sure why Babs laughs for five minutes straight after hearing his question, but she eventually tells him that the original accounts extolling his virtues belong to Red Robin's covers.

Shrugging to himself, he suits up and heads to Tim's nest. He busts in, ready to deliver the wrath of the Hood on Tim for making him look like a hero when he's a Very Mean, Very Dangerous Badass… only to find Tim eating Froot Loops out of some violently lime liquid, while wearing what looks like chibi Red Hood pajamas, complete with little cat ears over the stylized helmet.

Suffice to say, that display takes the wind out of Jason's sails. He holsters his weapons back and takes off his helmet so Tim can properly appreciate how appalled he is before speaking.

"Okay, what the fuck, Timbo?"

Tim blinks. "You wanna be a bit more specific there?"

"I wouldn't even know where to start. Just. What the fuck."

"Well, I'm having dinner?" Tim tries, shoving a spoonful of cereal in his mouth.

"Froot Loops in, what is that, cucumber juice? That's dinner?" Jason stares harder.

Tim swallows his spoonful thickly. "It's Mountain Dew, actually."

"Okay but that's worse. You get how that's worse, right?"

"Did you seriously come here to talk about my meal plans?"

"I came here to ask why you decided to ruin my street cred, and to kick your ass—" Jason winces as Tim eats another mouthful, "—but apparently you're doing a great job at hurting yourself on your own."

Tim gives him a blank look. "I ruined your street cred? How?"

"You told people I'm a hero," Jason says accusingly.

"Ah, I see what the problem is. Look, Jason, this might come as a shock to you and I understand if you need to take a minute to process this very new piece of information but… you are a hero, dumbass."

Jason seriously considers throwing his helmet at Tim but, with the state Tim is in, he's pretty sure it would feel like pouring water on a drowning man.

"I'm not the kind of hero they make jammies of! I mean, what the fuck are you even wearing?"

Tim pulls on his shirt to show off the design, perking up. "These? They're Red Catting Hood limited edition PJs. They're cute, right?"

You're cute, Jason mutters under his breath, before taking a few menacing steps forward. "They're ridiculous. I'm not a cat. And I'm definitely not cute."

"We're going to have to agree to disagree there."

Jason stares at him. "You think I'm cute?"

"No, I think you're a cat," Tim deadpans, still eating his disgusting mixture.

"I… I tried to kill you, remember?!"

"Yeah, you did. And now I have little cartoon kitties of you on my jim-jams. Life's full of curveballs, isn't it?"

Jason is pretty sure he's having a minor breakdown in Tim's kitchen. He opens and closes his mouth silently several times, confusion robbing him of his words. Tim watches him for a couple of minutes, then he stands up and shuffles closer to pat him on the back.

Jason lets out a very unmanly squeak of horror when he spots matching Red Catting Hood slippers on Tim's feet.

Tim shushes him. "Hey, it's okay, dude. I understand that you don't know how to deal with people expressing positive emotions in your direction after getting the Bruce special growing up, but it's gonna be fine. Just breathe. You'll get used to it."

Jason stares at Tim with wide eyes. Then he gently takes him by the shoulders.

"Timmers. Tim. You crazy little birdie. Telling me I'm cute, talking about emotions... Are you okay? Is this a cry for help? Talk to me."

"You ask me that now?" Tim gives him a judgmental look. "I can't believe that's where you draw the line. I mean, where's your 'Be my Robin' enthusiasm?"

"It drowned in your bowl of Mountain Dew next to the Froot Loops. No, but seriously. If I'm your last resort, then you can tell me what's wrong. No need for tacky PJs, I'll listen."

Tim's eyes narrow. "Okay, then listen to this. First of all, my PJs aren't tacky. Second, I like you, dumbass, and yeah, I think you're cute. And third, I hyped you up on social media because I wanted Red Hood merch for my collection."

Jason takes a second to let that confession wash over him. He regrets removing his helmet. He's blushing, he knows he's blushing. In fact he must have been a redhead in another life, because he must be reminiscent of a tomato at this point, and oh no. He's a grown-ass man, why is he blushing like a nerd for this incredibly sleep-deprived, adorable maniac?

"You have a collection?" he squeaks.

"Uh, yeah. I started it when I was 4." Tim raises his eyebrows. "But nevermind that, are you seriously going to leave me hanging? I just told you I like you, man."

"I don't know what to say," Jason chokes out. "This... You're—I'm not good for you."

"Sorry but the entire internet would disagree. You're a hero, remember? And I can take care of myself, thank you very much. I don't need to be patronized."

Jason gestures at Tim's dinner. "That is demonstrably false."

Tim pouts. "Well. If you were my boyfriend, you could make sure I eat properly."

"Is that what you want? To be my b—" Jason's voice breaks. He swallows before trying again. "To be my boyfriend?"

"I mean, yeah?" Tim shrugs. "That's not why I hyped you up, I'm not kidding about the merch thing. But. Yeah. That would be… Good. Nice."

"Oh."

"Is that something you'd like too?"

Jason licks his lips. "Yeah, I—I think so. Yeah. There's just one thing though..."

Hope sparkles in Tim's eyes. "What?"

"It's just... I can't let people think you like me more than I like you."

"What does that mean?"

"It means—" Jason tugs on the fabric of Tim's PJs, "—that for every Red Hood item you own, you have to get me some matching Red Robin merch."

Tim grins a wide, bright, genuine smile that almost offsets the deep purple bruising under his tired eyes. "It's a deal."

___________________________

(They show up to the Manor together two months later to announce their relationship. They walk in hand-in-hand, Jason wearing a Red Robin hoodie, Tim in a Red Hood henley. Damian doesn't even have to pretend to gag at the sight.)

[joshslater]

Manhood Exchange

The premise is based on a story I read a while back and forgot to bookmark. Similar stories and bonus material on my Patreon.

I was in a shopping mall when I got the notification on my phone. Out of habit I just tapped the icon and suddenly I got a large, erect cock filling the phone screen. I immediately became aware of where I was and had a few seconds of panic before reassuring myself that no one else saw it. I moved a few steps to somewhere less open, where no one could walk behind me, and had a look again.

It was beautiful. Massive and uncut, with the skin pulled back to expose the pink, gleaming head. Actually the entire cock glistened like he had made a few strokes with precum on his hand and then positioned himself with just the right lighting to make the veins pop a little extra. The truly remarkable part was however the overlay at the bottom of the screen. "$400, quick trade"

I'd been on the Manhood Exchange app long enough to know a cock like this is usually hundred times that price, if not more. Whatever impression you've got from watching porn, people are on a bell curve with cock sizes, and the ones on the higher end of the scale aren't selling. All the people who used to compensate with a big truck suddenly ended up in the same market, competing for the same cocks, and they make a hell of a lot more big trucks than big cocks. Oddly enough there was a market for really small cocks as well, not quite as high prices, but just as small supply. Normal people like me in the middle of the bell curve with no cash to buy and no cock to sell just had to make do.

It's not enough for a cock to just enter the market either, which itself is a thread to needle with the 18-35 eligible age span and clean health declaration. For you to find one it has to be bio-compatible for science reasons and roughly the same race for ethics reasons, though the latter is just a matter of money. Obviously I tapped the "Deal!" button in the app before I even checked out his profile. With that kind of cock everyone would know you either had a shit ton of money, or you could get it by selling. The profile didn't add much though. Just more good-looking images of him and his cock. A text message function as well, but was there really anything to talk about?

You'd think I'd be a bit more careful swapping cock with another man, especially since you can't swap again until all the cells have been replaced because of some quantum spin entanglement bullshit. Ten years with bad meat is a long wait, but I already knew he was a bio-match and healthy, so it was more Fear Of Missing Out. I had some shit I hope I could fence, so I took an instant online loan and had the whole deal closed before I'd passed Baskin Robbins on the way out. Both I and my normal size cock were excited.

Just ten minutes later the phone chimed again with a proposed time for the swap at 7:20 pm, almost three hours away. Though I didn't know anything about this less than an hour ago, any delay felt too long, like I hadn't realized how much I wanted this. What it would mean for my position in the crew. Every minute of waiting was a minute where something could derail everything. My phone could be stolen. The exchange could cancel it for some reason. I tapped "Accept" and headed home with the phone in a secure grip in my pocket.

The instructions after I had accepted were straightforward. Be seated with a naked crotch and open the app ten minutes before the scheduled time for exchange. I decided to be pantsless until then just to be safe, and I set three alarms on the phone. One at 6:50 to sit down, if I wasn't already sitting, one at 7:05 to be ready, and one at 7:09 to open the app. I sent a text to Shawn and told him I wouldn't be joining the crew until later, if at all. No details of why.

Then I just sat down in the comfy chair. Three hours to go. I was only wearing my hat, socks, and T-shirt. And my bling of course. The sweatpants and my trunks were in a pile on the floor, and the phone was charging next to me. My cock was pointing almost straight up.

I realized that it would only be my cock for another few hours or so, and I should say goodbye properly. Normally I would jerk off in the shower or in front of the computer, but since I was already perfectly seated and with an erect cock in front of me I just grabbed it and started to remember all the highlights we'd had. When my neighbor Jamar excited came over and wanted to show me something. He was a few years older, but still occasionally spent some time with me. He showed me into the bathroom, lowered his pants, and told me to do the same. Then he showed me that by pulling on his cock he could get it to "bend" in his words. I remembered waking up one early morning with my boxers wet and worried I'd peed my bed. To my surprise they were filled with slime, but just to be safe I put them under the bed to dry so my mother wouldn't know. I remembered that time I got an erection during a movie screening, and slowly wanked but desperately trying to avoid cumming or anyone else noticing what I did.

I remembered the first time I had sex, the first porn I jerked off to, the first time a date ended in sex, the first time I had sex in a car, the first time I jerked off to a porn video on my mobile. All while doing this I tried to go as slow as I could, like at the movie. Flashing before me were dates, partners, and porn stars, while the top of my cock had some frothy pre-cum. I was shocked when the alarm went off. How the fuck could time have moved that fast. I scrambled to get hold of an old T-shirt within reach, and pretty quickly came into it with a few pumps of cum. Not really the satisfying climax I had envisioned.

Suddenly time was moving slowly again, and I was stuck watching dried off, limp cock in front of me. I became self-conscious about how it looked, worried about if the seller would cancel the trade last minute seeing what a lousy deal it was for him. He'd seen my photos already though, but they were taken erect and with good lighting. What was the cancellation policy anyway? The next alarm went off. Why did I even set that one? I was getting nervous. What if it hurt? There was a lot of news about misteleportations some years ago, and this was way more complicated. I didn't even understand how it worked. I knew the basics of standard teleportation from school. Every particle is a probability wave that exists everywhere, but the probability of it actually being at a specific point is overwhelming. By manipulating the quantum state you can poke the probability so that it is more likely to be somewhere else. Just a change in probability, so it can move instantaneously anywhere in the universe, given enough math. Swapping body parts between people was way harder, so it was bound to have lots of issues that could happen.

The last alarm interrupted my train of thought. I kind of felt not ready. Rich people did this, so it should be safe to do I reasoned, and tapped the activation button on the phone.

"This will start a legally binding contract with Manhood Exchange Incorporated adjudicated in the state of Delaware. Please identify yourself." the phone voice said. I pressed the white circle on the screen with my identification finger, the middle one of course.

"Please sign that you are aware that concluding this transaction will replace your penis, testicles, prostate, and relevant connecting tissue, glands, and other structures with a third party as preliminary agreed." I pressed the circle again, wondering what would happen if I didn't. The $400 would certainly be gone.

"Please sign that you are aware that this is a one-time transfer option with Manhood Exchange Incorporated that cannot be reversed through quantum transplantation." I pressed the circle a third time.

"Please sign that you are aware that both set of testicles will be made infertile through this swap." I pressed the circle a fourth time, not so nervous I barely registered what I had signed. The screen of the phone changed to showing a live video from my selfie camera, showing me half-naked in my lounge chair. "Tap to connect" it said on the screen. I did.

The image quickly changed to show the man from the photos lying down in a white, far more upscale couch than I was sitting in. "Yo, man. You ready to do this?" he asked. His erect cock was just as big as it had looked on the photos, almost looking bigger as it was swaying with his breathing. The instructions on the screen said "Verify the other party is the selected exchange party and that he is seated with exposed crotch."

"Yeah, let's do it." I said, and tapped the Verified button on the screen. I could see from his motions that he did the same, and a timer started on the screen, counting down to 7:20. "So, will it fit in speedos?" I blurted out, still feeling nervous and with several minutes to kill. He chuckled. "Shorts are better for swimming, but you want some tight trunks to keep it in place when you're wearing normal clothes. I use compression shorts a lot."

"Well, you can use whatever with mine."

The last 40 seconds we just stared at the countdown in silence. The actual swap was instant, almost silent, though I wouldn't be able to describe the sound, and without any shimmers of light as you can sometimes see when teleporting. It felt like someone spilled warm water over my crotch, though that quickly went away, but it was replaced with the most amazing, intense horny hardon I've ever felt. It was like the cock was buzzing, craving attention. "Enjoy the wank" the other guy said. "What? Oh. Thanks!" I said and the video was closed from his side.

I grabbed the cock with my hand and instantly felt the difference in size. It was almost the size of my wrist. I just moved my hand up and a trickle of precum oozed out and trickled down over my fingers. I leaned back, closed my eyes, and continued where I had left off, thinking about the most recent porn videos, and in not too long I could feel the buildup of a climax, only this time I was unable to force it back. It just kept building and building, and I think I actually moaned out loud as the first rope of cum erupted. Then another one, and another one. Then I had to open my eyes to look at the mess, and it wasn't any small squirts of cum either. It looked almost comical how my T-shirt was completely soaked in cum, and I was still pumping out a few more ropes.

To my amazement the cock was still semi-erect. I got up and hurried to the bathroom and threw the cum-wet T-shirt. After a quick look at my sticky chest I decided to have a shower. I stripped out of the few remaining items I had on and proceeded to have another wank in the shower. This one lasted a bit longer and produced slightly less cum, but it was still a shocking amount.

I had barely dried and put on my underwear before the new cock started to firm up again. I grabbed the phone and sent a text to the seller in the app. "What the hell is happening with my cock? Were you always hard?"

The app sat silent for a few minutes until a response chimed. "It's called hyperspermia. It's a genetic condition, so not a disease in Manhood Exchange's definition. You'll learn to cope several hours between wanks. It was the precum that bothered me the most. Just drink a lot of water, always wear a condom, and compression shorts really help, as I said. Good luck!"

[tegu-the-tegu]

Flavoured Artificer Concepts

Artificer is by FAR my favourite class in Dungeons and Dragons, primarily for how customisable they can be with regards to their flavour; because of the ability to cast through any tools you are proficient in, it gives a LOT of range to how your magic works. As such, I will put some ideas I have had to build unique Artificers.

An Artillerist that uses woodworking to carve totems; they are flavoured as a tribal shaman that summons the spirits of magical creatures to aid in battle. Their flamethrower turret conjures a dragon spirit to burn their foes, their protector turret calls the spirit of a unicorn to protect the virtuous, and their ballista invokes a manticore spirit to pepper distant foes with spikes. Their other spells can also be flavoured this way, such as Thunderwave being flavoured as an Aerosaur spirit emerging from a totem and flapping its wings to blow enemies away!

A Battlesmith that uses leatherworking to create a horrific stitched Frankenstein's monster for their steel defender. Every time they kill things, they skin the corpses to repair their hideous flesh monster. Or, if you prefer, you could stick with the shamanistic theme from the Artillerist entry, and use leatherworking to maintain the pelt of the first wolf you killed; its spirit inhabits that pelt, and defends you to this day!

An Alchemist that uses chef's tools to create supernaturally delicious food that cures illnesses and grants supernatural abilities. I have actually played this, he used brewers supplies to create caustic acidic drinks, had peppers so hot that it made your breath ignite to cast fire spells, and he would spray sticky toffee over the area for web. He would make food puns, and was named Guido Fiero.

An Armorer that uses jeweller's tools to create bling that imbues them with magical powers. A circlet that grants a force field, a ring that shoots lightning, a pair of bracelets that create thunderous shockwaves when brought together. Then, when you hit level 9, you can have distinct infusion tied to each one! A circlet or diadem or whatever for head armour, necklace for chest armour, anklets for boots, and bracelets or rings for the weapon! Perfect for a wealthy nobleman artificer who wants to broadcast their glamorous lifestyle.

There are loads of other things you can do with each tool proficiency, and it's a shame that the class is so easily pigeonholed into "The Tech Class". Not to say I don't like the gnomish tinker that creates fantastical and crazy gizmos to mimic magical effects. Hell, my character in the campaign I'm not DMing is exactly that, an autognome (Flavoured to look like a normal gnome in the face, so they appear normal when wearing their clothes) that woke up one day in a tinker's lab next to his deceased creator, and then left to try and find a purpose in the world. He has an insect motif, so all of his spells and things are flavoured as small clockwork insects he makes.

But the point is, while that's a staple of the Artificer class fantasy, there are loads of other ideas to flavour it! A calligrapher that writes arcane runes in the air, a potter with a terracotta soldier for a steel defender, a weaver that knits arcane circles, a painter whose drawings become magical effects, a glassblower whose glass figurines come to life, I can't think of one for cartographer's tools, but I bet there is a dope idea in there somewhere!

Even as I mentioned before with leatherworking, you can have the exact same class, the exact same subclass, and the exact same tool, and STILL have wildly different flavour! One is Doctor Frankenstein, the other is a mystical shaman with a spirit guide!

Anyway, that's today's rambling. I would also do a thing on subclasses the Artificer could have, given they only have four, but that's a whole other rant. Besides, this is already a thesis.

[a-la-campanella]

So... White Night goes hard. Here's a music video dissection!

Way too much to say, I'm doing bullet points again. Comparing CN lines and EN translation of those lines (NOT THE ENGLISH LYRICS) here, but if they say basically the same thing, I won't bother mentioning any differences. I'll look at the English lyrics in another post. For the record, like fuck did I bother to learn what the different zones of Penacony are named.

The transition out of the Hoyoverse logo with Aventurine's hand? That was smooth. Holy shit. I've tried doing a transition like that for a school assignment, and that sort of thing goes hard.

The word branded on Aventurine's neck spells out "slave". That's... concerning. I guess he'd have history with crime (assuming he was a slave and that slavery is illegal under the IPC - but who knows about that last point?) and given Penacony's history, he might hold some more personal sentiments about being there.

Showing off his rings, his watch, his fit... dude is bling-bling-bling. Coin flip sound effect! Love the whistling too.

Those dance moves, synced to the beat of the music. The camera angles. Wooooow. The first time I watched this was breathtaking. I give a fuck about Aventurine now. That's so wild. I had go check if this was official, for a few seconds genuinely thought I was watched a fan-made MMD.

Male Trailblazer! Checks out, last video had the Female Trailblazer. We get a fancy hat to dance with!

Background Robin poster, by the way.

Robin and Sunday in a shiny vehicle, with Robin holding a drink in her hand. They're driving somewhere. They look so pretty!

Something crashes into Misha? In the Reverie Hotel??? Is that a hat?

Out of all the luggage that gets knocked over, the blue, circular case stands out the most.

From "Don't forget, shut your eyes, embrace the light", the "embrace the light" part is "才算醒来" in CN (it's time to wake up). Do Misha and Gallagher have something to do with the dreams, besides the whole, Reviere Hotel thing?

Gallagher's lighter, and then the background change plus light turning off (plus sound effect!) when the lighter is closed? He's not the type of guy I'd really care about, but. That smile. Shit.

Sparkle followed by a bunch of koi fish out of water, skipping forward. She winks and sends us off with a koi fish transition.

It's fitting that the line here is "you act in this huge play, a change of attitude" (from CN line; 你参演 这场戏 变换姿态)... the EN line uses "postures interweave" to convey acting I suppose? Makes sense, she's a Masked Fool, acting would align.

Black Swan picking from one of ten cards... she eventually picks a card, revealing a white swan in the front. I wonder who that represents? I wanted to say one of the factions, but there are only nine we know of; the Family and the invited eight. Maybe an uninvited guest?

The CN line says "谜底 结局 我该 怎么猜" (The truth/mystery of the ending, how should I conjecture?), where 结局 can refer to the last act of a play. It's says the same as the EN line, this is just a more linguistic fun-fact.

For the last bit of that line, we see a hand with yellow claws, and at the center of the palm seems to be a red eye. New enemy?

Flrefly holding sparklers! She's smiling! It's a "prelude of dreams supplied by memories". This line definitely does not spark fear, because dreams are built on memories, and Firefly is definitely real. (I speculate that she isn't/only exists in dreams, but I sure hope not.)

Trailblazer tries to take a photo of her! It's synced so it sounds like you can hear the shutter go off, almost.

Transition to the Trailblazer running (in the form of a bunch of still Trailblazers gradually turning back/away from the camera) alongside a light in a very... uh. Absurd environment. Up a bunch of spiral stairs, and near the end of the sequence, seems to be chasing the light. Is the light meant to symbolize Firefly? Fuck me.

"Covered scars still linger yesterday" wherein the past remains, even when swept away... genuinely, what happened to Firefly.

Trailblazer in a room with a bunch of Clockies, standing on Clockie's shoe. We challenging the dream here? Is Clockie a representation of the Watchmaker? They might be holding a sparkler in their hand, hard to tell. They certainly don't look happy.

"Your wakefulness, time foresees" = time is waiting for you to wake up.

Blink, transition by zoom to a falling light, which turns out to be (probably!) Firefly. Throughout the descend, her eyes are closed. Sigh. I hope not. Based on the transition, it's definitely her, and I'm pretty sure she'll die, if she hasn't already died.

IS THAT AVENTURINE? Similar enough hair and outfit, but his chest opening is larger and glowing green. Wearing a mask too. Do we fight him? Is that who we fight with? Questions, questions.

Close-up of Aventurine with his earring and eye catching the light. Insert "take me away" line. Yessir, whatever you say ma'am, anything for you babygirl.

Someone else noticed this first, but his earring looks like a dream catcher! They're protective charms, so Aventurine might be safe from the horrors of an eternal Penacony dream.

I want to point out: the instrumental here goes silent, before a sound that reminds me of a rewinding watch hand plays where Aventurine says "take me away". Interpret that how you will.

We get a view of Clockie and some background or whatever, into the spotlight on the Trailblazer presumably tossing their hat. On the left side, the Clockies are smiling! On the right side... not so much? Either way, they're coming down the steps, and one of them is about to jump the Trailblazer.

Also, ad of a pizza pie with slices of money(?). Or it might just be pepperoni and mushrooms or something. The pepperoni is numbered, so I'm assuming it has something to do with a game of sorts.

Zoom out to get a better look at Penacony. We can see the whales in the sky looming over sll the buildings, ads everywhere (cartoony-looking Times Square), and massive bubble gum machines roaming the streets. At the heart of the city is... I'm guessing that's the Stellaron? Whatever the blue light is.

Flashes of whales, some kind of circular thing, a fan(?), and a very hard to make out sequence of numbers. The last three digits are 183. I've edited the screenshot I took to try and make the numbers more clear. (You might have to open the image to see what I mean.)

The whales are very reminiscent of the abyssal whale from Genshin Impact. We know that Genshin and the Honkai games are all connected in the same multiverse, though seeing these whales after fighting the All-Devouring Narwhal is raising flags...

A slot machine, falling gems, monsters on the street, oh my.

The line here is "Cease the shattering, let withering subside" or more literally, "Don't break again, don't wither again" (别再破碎 别再枯萎). I guess this has to do with the dreams? Don't let dreams shatter and wither; they must be good dreams, and Penacony must stay a land of dreams.

Transitions into an angry Clockie, though the face flickers back to a smile. Camera flips back up to a whale!

The clock ticks, passage of time, all that... sheesh, that synced well.

A bunch of tiny whales and monsters headed in the same direction. Clockie in the streets too, next to a monster holding SoulGlad.

Wacky flash transition to whales. Then zoom out of a TV screen (Clockie's face?) to see the monsters broke into the hotel, I think? That's not good. I guess that's where they were heading!

"Indulge anew, in the self's meandering stride"... I'm going to guess this is a reference to the dreams, the winding detours they lead you on, trippy experiences, stuff like that.

The rest of the Astral Express gang now! These are their dreams, I guess. Dan Heng is in the Reverie, I think, with a bunch of whales and wacky lamps. Maybe he's investigating, or he escaped his dream?

Himeko floats, eyes closed, one arm reaching outward. She's surrounded by semi-circular tables and chairs floating. Seems like it could've been a banquet, had there been more people.

The line for both of them here was "Savor at last, the taste that's ever true", and might be referring to SoulGlad. It's the only big thing I expect we'd literally be tasting in Penacony.

A huge March 7th is taking a selfie. Typical March.

Welt is surrounded by some toppled buildings, holding the Star of Eden in his hand as he looks out at the city. Maybe he knows what's up here?

Black Swan seems to be picking from one of ten circulating cards again, this time floating above the city. There's something inside the cards though—seems like a catalyst weapon. She holds it instead of a card.

"In the dreams of that night, we'll meet anew"... the first part is said with March and Welt, and the last bit is with Black Swan. Have we met Black Swan before? Or maybe this is us meeting her again/a second time on Penacony. Or it could be about someone else...

A white void with black cubes surrounds Sam, who gains these green wings (propellers?) to fly out of the void space into a fight with Acheron. I doubt the Stellaron Hunters would go out of their way into a fight with her, and they've had a record of staying in line with Elio's scripts (case in point: Kafka on the Xianzhou Luofu, Sam's "You should really stop playing with your food" line). This fight didn't seem to happen by choice.

Acheron swings her sword at Sam. We don't know a lot about her, but we do know that she doesn't pull out her sword that easily. Her eye glows, and red petals appear, followed by a swing of red lightning. All the other strikes had purple lightning instead.

"The more deceptive, the more pristine", where Sam is deceptive and Acheron is pristine... these adjectives might apply to both characters, to be honest. The word used in place of pristine also means perfect/ideal (完美).

Not sure about Sam, but the fact Acheron doesn't pull out her sword often is easily grounds for underestimating her.

Sam doesn't dodge the red lightning; instead, he's trying to block it with his arms.

A huge explosion follows, either from the backlash of contact with the lightning, or it could be entirely unrelated. Annihilation Gang, is that you...?

The translation says "Dreams in slumber, despair's endless spin", though the exact term used where endless spin is was 轮回. It's more so used to mean reincarnation, or the cycle of life and death... so dreams and despair go hand in hand, in a cycle like sleeping and waking.

Sam is down on one knee with electricity flickering around his body. Did he lose? He's not completely down yet.

The Trailblazer jumps with a running start, with Belabog in the background.

"With each blink, a retreat in time's cruel cue" is... hard to decipher for me. Where are you going back from? I doubt we're going back in time, it's a little to early to be traveling alongside Terminus... If Firefly is dead and was a real person, then it could traveling back in time to save her.

The Trailblazer throws pure light??? In the black and white for a few frames, you can see Stelle/the Female Trailblazer.

I don't think there are any major implications from this. The way I see it, Stelle is Caelus and Caelus is Stelle, in that both of them are the Trailblazer, and there was only ever one Trailblazer like them in this story (the choice we made/Kafka picked at the beginning doesn't matter when the end result is the same).

A big Sampo and big trashcan duke it out with Belabog in the background. This should all be be the trailblazer's dream, since dreams are made from your memories, and using the trailblazer's memories would make sense to generate the scene within Belabog.

"In the dream of that night, we'll meet anew" should be pointing to the Trailblazer meeting Firefly again.

The Trailblazer is on a rooftop with Firefly. When the Trailblazer looks back, Firefly has disappeared...

Acheron in front of a black hole(?). She's crying?

We get a few frames of Sam that fade into a faint red light.

The video ends with Clockie and the Trailblazer dancing together! Clockie either gave us the hat or returns it to us.

Characters who we don't see in the video: Duke Inferno (or anymore from the Annihilation Gang, for that matter), any of the other Stellaron Hunters (did they ditch Sam, or did only Sam arrive at Penacony...), and Dr. Ratio (where did he go...). Genuinely, where is the doctor.

I think the song is overall from the Trailblazer's perspective, and about their relationship with Firefly, trying to save her. I'm 100% convinced something sinister happened, or will be happening, to her.

[greatkittydream]

The creature from the dungeon 3

“Thinking” ‘talking’ (righters input)

Jacob POV

walking down the halls of the dungeon aimlessly really. Jacob had apparently adopted a child along the way. lamenting his oh so tragic fate, as he had this small child rest her head upon his shoulder as he kept walking. he really did feel bad for her though.no child should have to go through what she did. So if it been playing Big Brother for a little bit and keeping her off her feet he was fine with that.

"Okay I'm obviously in some sort of fantasy world and I'm going to take a guess and say magic is a rare but still occurring characteristic. you know what it's fine magic is just science you haven't studied yet”.

Running several thought processes through his head. being chopped up into three main categories. limitations, exploitations, and usefulness.

These look categories he's going to place as things he's found under. Magic curling under limitations, unable to figure out if it's a common occurrence or not and what are its limitations.

Sniffling Sniffling

Looking back over Jacob could see the small child choking back sobs. pulling out his phone and seeing that I had 86% battery he made his decision.

“well it's not like it was going to be much use to me anyways”

pulling up his illegally downloaded music list because he refused to pay $50 for some bullshit app. He had a wide variety of Music ranging from anime openings to old songs. ‘The best way to deal with trauma is to ignore it. So how about music to cheer us up ay’.

As he selected this song he wanted to play and set it down he said it to play.

'Bling-Bang-Bang, Bling-Bang-Bang, Bling-Bang-Bang-Born...Bling-Bang-Bang, Bling-Bang-Bang, Bling-Bang-Bang-Born...Bling-Bang-Bang, Bling-Bang-Bang, Bling-Bang-Bang-Born'

singing with the cheery upbeat music of Creepy Nuts - Bling-Bang-Bang-Born doing the shimmy dance he actually got the child to laugh. Seeing as this was working he walked over her and got her to join him in dancing. ( Highly recommended )

'Come on kid we got to make it out of where the hell this is. There's obviously no form of policing here and I don't really feel comfortable leaving a small child alone'.

Bending down on his knees showing her his back and resting his arms at his side she tilted her head before hopping on his back and saying.

‘ou'reyay ayay eallyray eirdway umanhay utbay ou'reyay ayay unfay umanhay, aybemay ou'reyay omfray ymay amiliarfay?’.

‘I have no idea what you just said but yes, now the child to glory and onwards Adventure awaits’.

Jacob cringed on the inside. while he was absolutely silly and this was more towards his true personality than stoicism. He was still putting on an extra layer of glamorousness to distract the child from what just happened.

Marching forward he saw a door labeled 198. Taking a moment to take this and what he saw earlier with the other plaque. He's figured out that he's in some sort of facility with different layers. He just needs to make his way towards the top and this fills them with hope.

“Okay umm… you know what fuck it I'm in a magical isekai. I have no fucking clue what any of this means and I'm tired of pretending like I do. So I'll just go along with this assuming I'm underground or some shit in a dungeon and make my way towards the top and then figure all this out once I have more information available. Cuz God damn it I need data points to figure this out".

Pushing through the door again he felt even better almost as if something long forgotten to him was finally being returned. quickly looking down to make sure his body hadn't lost any more of its already dwindling fat Supply.

he was relieved to see it hadn't. what he couldn't tell at the moment though was something around him became bigger or of sorts what was previously the size of his body had grown out by a solid half foot.

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Aafje pov

Aafje was currently riding on her familiar back. and she couldn't be more happy about it. At first she was afraid given it was a human.

but the more she thought about it the more it made sense to her she came from a strong Noble family so of course she'd have a strong familiar. A beast who would arrive and your most dire need. that what a familiar is.

And he was fun too. He made that black sing and he dance with her. it reminded her of before her mama and papa died and big sis to go to the dungeon all on her own.

“But now that I have my own familiar I can finally join big sis and help out”.

Clearing her throat and pointing she'll make her deck relation today.

‘Forward my mighty familiar. together we'll go save big sis and make up so much money she'll never have to go here again’.

What neither of them noticed was a strange yellow glow coming from the four bags held within Jacob's grass.

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Vect POV

‘Tell me Cyrus what's the current situation’.

‘Which situation my Lord’?

‘How the master strip of the great Canal is doing. Maybe we could go out for some tea with her sometime. what situation do you think I'm talking about idiots when as little as going to return with our Leverage’.

‘Well they appear to be making their way towards the upper floors’.

‘Perfect let's start heading down to meet them’.

‘What about the prisoners my Lord’.

‘Have them walk in front of us any monsters that want to get through us have to eat them first’.

Putting one leg over the other and resting his head on his arm as he took a sip of wine out of a golden-crusted goblet. He was currently thinking over his current situation and what he could do. while not the most competent you don't become first in line for nobility in the dark lands without being cunning.

Especially with so many younger siblings after your head. standing up in his luxurious tent in making his way towards the exit he looked over toward the prisoners who were being kept. Bound by metal chains keeping their arms tied to their waist.

Well not as clean as he would have liked it he obviously underestimated these people. Not that he would ever tell anyone and he needed his leverage if he was going to make it through this with a profit.

The losses he's incurred already to manpower would not help them in the long run. He could substitute them with mercenaries but they are most definitely of lesser quality.

Maybe getting these four into a slave contract would substitute that nicely adding four experience dungeon delvers in exchange for two noble guard.

"And that very small child would make a fine concubine, with the noble blood running through her veins. Me marrying her and enslaving her older sister would Grant any titles and territory into my family's name".

"And my back pocket, Yes I can see it now I can definitely use this to get a leg over my kin insecure my title as air to the heir of the gore child clan".

A decrepit smile came on his face will definitely very early on into the scheming phase of things having this good base and operations already.

This would lend greatly to his Political and Military power. while not giving him a peasantry that he would know of this would give him influence in the city and the surrounding country.

Walking up to the four prisoners he made his will known.

‘Get up before we're going to meet up with your sister’.

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Jacob POV

Rummaging through the bags he took earlier for anything edible he found dried meat. shrugging and biting into it he began to tear at it. The little girl on his back made a shock noise in the beginning spouting out something.

figuring he was hungry he just handed her one. He watched that she tried to bite into it but her teeth couldn't sink deep into it. Looking into the back in front of her she pulled out a knife and began cutting a piece off. sticking it into her mouth and began sucking on it.

With a shrug he figured she just must have had a weak jaw if the stereotypes are true else were herbivores meaning that they won't need that strong of a bite force.

Then again horses did exist and they could bite the flesh off of a human pretty good. so he was maybe talking out his ass.

‘Come on we need to put as much ground between us and those freaks as possible’.

Pushing forward he kept walking. He doesn't know how long he's been moving but he knows it's been a while. He certainly knows the kid on his back is tired she's been making the droopy eyes for a while now.

Coming to what would be an exit of a mineshaft simply read the plaque 197.

“Man, I'm making great progress. I'll probably just starve before I get to room 150”.

Walking up to the door it had a very similar look to that of exiting the Vault from Fallout 3. Taking in a deep breath in opening the door, what good at Jacob was a bright flash of light.

Upon adjusting his eyes he saw an island of paradise, several sand dunes with the few trees here and there with dozens of feet of water across.

In an infinite ocean surrounding that across from him maybe a football field or two across was an hut.

‘If that Isn't the exit he was fucked, well it could be worse’.

Before he could start his treck across the shallow Waters he saw Shadows surrounding the islands finally.

‘Oh cool it gets worse fucking sharks thanks you Murphy's Law Why don't you go all the way and fuck me over a table why don't you’.

That's when he saw a mammoth of a shadow swimming at great speeds towards the shallow Banks. assuming it was some type of megalodon or some shit.

Going to beach itself to try and eat him he began to jump back through the door. only for a massive tentacle to latch on to the Shadow and raise it high above the air.

The “shark” wasn't a shark at all it was more like a mosasaurs. It was a giant lizard reptile the size of a blue whale. and it was being lifted High into the sky completely wrapped around by a tentacle.

‘FUUUUUUUUUUCK YOU MURPHY’. ‘Fuck this shit I'm out mhm Fuck this shit I'm out No thanks Don't mind me I'ma just grab my stuff and leave Excuse me please’.

Turning around, walking back through the door and Slamming it shut he sat the child down and started rummaging through the bags. pulling out a sleeping bag and a small tent he set it up.

The child for her part was spouting nonsense and honestly he didn't care to think of what she was saying at the moment.

'ywhay areyay eway urningtay aroundyay ? ouyay otallytay ouldcay avehay akentay atthay ingthay . ohyay iyay etgay ityay ouyay antway otay ebay atyay ouryay ayay amegay eforebay ouyay ightfay ethay ightymay akenkray'.

Having set up the camping grounds he laid the child in a sleeping bag next to him and laid on his own. closing his eyes and thinking of sweet thoughts he went to sleep.

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Raxs POV

“I can't believe I let this happen I let my future sister-in-law get kidnapped I made myself look like an idiot in front of my crush and now I'm being forced to tank a punch for this bastard”

True to what was said earlier the party had taken up the front of the position with racks on his part without his Shield, only his body to take the damage.

While on the lower levels this would be fine the more they went down the harder this would get.

Lionheart spoke up before Rex could Lament his fate more.

‘more marionettes coming up’

Looking up ahead he saw the marionettes in question. They were currently on floor 157 nicknamed the toy box. A room that looks like that of a circus with all sorts of man-sized children's toys.

The marionettes look like porcelain dolls that had strings controlling them. which they could use to attack opponents. Running at speeds that would outpace a horse and closing in fast they perform acrobatics before attacking.

Raxs simply flexes his muscles and repairs to get hit. One of the marionettes jumps high above his head before using its string like a noose wrapping it around his throat

Before Landing behind him and trying to throw him face first into the flooring. Instead of being launched High into the air and then thrown down he didn't move a muscle.

He grabbed the string around his throat and pulled hard the marionette was flung at him after as if weightless. Stretching out his arm he clotheslines it so hard it's face shatters.

As it begins cracking it turns into a pure mana of before dropping its item. I wind up a box that could drop a number of items the better luck you had the better the item.

Looking over to his compatriot, Lionheart for his part had already killed three. The fourth one is currently caught between his claws at the end of his legs it's three on the top and one on the bottom. each one about a half a foot in length.

Its hands were currently smashing against his ankle with his height squeeze the head went pop. Setting his foot back to the floor looking at the soon to spawn boss.

A giant Jack in the Box start to whine by itself getting faster and faster until out popped a giant skeletal figure a sunken in face half of it covered by rotten flesh. After it's shriek magical debuffs were set upon us along with its owning some more marionettes and smaller Jack in the Box monsters.

“This is going to be a long day”.

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Jacob POV

Jacob woke up staring at the ceiling. It was so surreal in that moment he wasn't thinking so much as he was just breathing and letting his mind rest. Running his fingers through the child's hair in smooth patterns to help calm himself.

He had been thinking about it for hours. The likelihood of the Kraken actually trying to eat him or the child was unlikely given how little nutrients they would give.

"Those megalodons? mosasauruses? whatever you want to call them probably would go for a bite though".

Bring his free hand down to his mouth and biting on his thumb moving his jaw left to right thinking of his next move.

The child currently laying on his chest let out a small yawn and a big stretch. looking down and seeing the child look at him he sat up with her falling onto his lap.

She hopped off his lap and headed outside. standing quickly to his feet making sure she wasn't heading to the door he found her heading down a hallway.

Seeing no problem with this he decided to follow her. He wasn't going to let her go out by herself with those freaks still somewhere around.

After letting her explore a little they came across a giant door made with marble with intricate designs. When she got close enough the door opened up on its own revealing a chest inside of a spacious room.

‘Nope this is a bathroom if I've ever seen it, Come on we're not going in there’.

Looking to a side noticing she was gone immediately, went forward before looking up and seeing the child already in the room.

BWAAAAAAH BWAAAAAAH BWAAAAAAH

A trumpet went off three times hearing a grading struggling noise. The door behind us was closing fast. the child had stopped in her tracks at the sight of a Angelic figure descending made its presence known.

‘Fuck this Dark Souls bullshit’.

Grabbing the child by the back of her shirt and pulling rather hard rushed forward towards the door going at a speed humans had yet to achieve in his world. By the time he got there it was almost closed. Barely 6 in before closing in total.

SLAM

Jacob had slammed his arm in the door before it could fully close. it hurt like a bitch he felt like his arm was breaking. looking behind me saw the Angelic figure unravel its wings as it touched the floor.

Thinking Fast shoving is another hand in the door dropping the child and wrenching it open as fast as he could, putting his two feet against the doors well and using his entire body. He managed to push it open just enough for the child to crawl through.

looking back up he saw the lady angel brandishing her sword and getting ready what looked like a dash. curling his legs up and launching himself through the door with his one good arm it shut behind him.

‘HAHAHA fuck you off brand Elden ring Melina’.

BAM BAM BAM

"The door is cracking the bitch is trying to break through".

'time to nut up or shut up'.

Looking to his left seeing the child on her butt with a big smile on her face looking at him as if expecting something. Grabbing the child and putting her under his arm and start booking it towards the

By the time the two got to the end of the hallway the door blasted open marble and dust scattered all over the place in a hunting Angelic voice the angel was singing as it was following them. “Does this bitch have echolocation no way that thing is sentience and singing just isn't something things do for no reason”.

His arm was burning, his lungs fell out of breath, he was pushing himself harder than he ever had before in his life. not during a schoolyard fight. Not when placed in a boy's home. had he ever pushed himself this hard before he felt like he was going to break.

He saw the exit but the singing was getting closer if he had a guess a good 50 ft between them. He began his Sprint to say he wasn't sprinting before would be a lie. What this was was an adrenaline endorphin-filled Last Hope.

Faster he went he didn't even notice that the wind was fluttering around him at such a pace it would be comparable to that of a car. He was just moving.

Closer and closer he got to the door until he was there but the saying was just behind him reading his legs for spring action he launched forward slamming his forearm against the door.

He launched through the door flying through the sky as the wooden door was broken off and landed in the sand dune with a child safely in his arm.

Hearing the angels singing not wanting to take the chance whether she could pass on to the next floor or not he just say it to run while he still had the endorphins and adrenaline. For he went when he reached the water he wasn't even thinking that the angel would have come through the door by now he was just thinking to get to the other exit. As he marched to the water slowing him down tremendously Shadows began circling around them. One of them stuck there had barely out the water similar to that of a crocodile taking a sniff. looking at the child in his arms and began swimming towards him. He was close to the next sandbank just a couple dozen more feet. The shadow was behind them hearing the tattle tail splashing of water he looked behind and saw the shadow just 10 ft behind. Throwing the child onto the sand bank and turning around as the monster left out of the water. He ducked going underneath the leap as he looked up and saw the monster stomach. He launched up, grabbing it. As he held it there he wasn't going to let it get back in the water. The months are thrashing trying to get out of his grasp but he was able to hold on to it.

slowly but steadily marching towards the sand Bank to where he could Beach the thing and then kill it. Marching up to the sand Bank in laying it down there on its stomach. it tried to use its paws to climb towards the water sitting down on its back. Jacob looked around for the closest weapon he could find. There was a kind of large Rock near a tree. Making a whistling noise to get the child's attention and gesturing towards the rock she picked up on it and brought it to him. Grabbing the rock with both hands and raising above his head he began to smash it down over and over and over again. until the things skull cracked completely open. What happened next caught Jacob off guard. It went poof shattering into tiny crystals that floated it back up into the air falling flat on his ass. He noticed something in front of him. Three of its teeth but not where its mouth was where its heart was.Jacob was done thinking for today he grabbed the three teeth shoved him in his pocket. and again walking toward.

‘You cost us a tint, two sleeping rolls and possibly gave me three heart attacks you are no longer allowed to wander’.

In one ear and out the other she couldn't even understand him.

‘You're lucky I'm a good person and you're adorable’. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________

so that's chapter 3 a bit shorter than I wanted but I wanted to get it out sometime this week

again if you have any tips for writing or any ideas you think would be cool be sure to message me.

[campgender]

Omise’eke Natasha Tinsley on Miss Marsha P. Johnson, transmisogynoir, and Black femme ornamentation & excess

from The Color Pynk: Black Femme Art for Survival (2022). image description below the cut.

image description: three screenshots of an ebook section titled “Star Pynk” in pink text. the excerpt reads:

Triangles, double moons, handkerchiefs, pansies, roses while we’re still here: of course, of course, so many shades of pink sing queerness without saying a word. Writing this book, I spent uncounted hours gazing at very, very queer pink pantsuits, pink eye makeup, pink ribbons, pink altars, pink survival gear, even pink HuCows. But the sources of femme pinkness that drew me in deepest... that I returned to again and again like a river... were the gowns, flowers, and aura of Stonewall veteran, activist, artist, model, and performer Marsha P. Johnson. I fell into rose-colored time warps watching her on Tourmaline’s Vimeo, Randolfe Wicker’s YouTube, and Michael Kasino’s love letter of a documentary, Pay It No Mind.

On February 14, 2019, I brought art supplies to my Femme Theory class at Harvard so students could make valentines for Miss Marsha and leave them in public places. I entreated my amazing Harvard colleague Robert Reid-Pharr, who knew Marsha in the 1980s, to tell me stories. Gifted with a chance to moderate a conversation with CeCe McDonald and Elle Moxley in February 2021, I asked these brilliant women to talk about their love for the Queen Mother. Marsha P(ay It No Mind) Johnson is the color pynk to me—the femmebodiment of all its queer nuances, loving generosity, and improbable joys.

One of Mother Marsha’s most circulated images— the header on the Marsha P. Johnson Institute website and the model for murals in Dallas, Denver, Portland, and Jersey City—shows her smiling radiantly in an off-the-shoulder fuchsia taffeta dress, haloed by a crown of roses, carnations, daisies, peonies, and baby’s breath. In one of my favorite images she poses at Gay Pride in a shimmering, rose-gold gown, crowned with a wide-open wreath of pink and red flowers and adorned with a lav- ender sash embossed stonewall. In these and other images that live on my screen, Miss Marsha is always fabulously, fantastically ornamented to the hilt in ways that look like love.

Let me be more specific, though: Mother Marsha is gorgeously or- namented in ways that look like Black love. Everyone knows Black people love shiny things, right? That “aesthetical Negroes [are] content to waste money on extravagance, ornament, and shine.” That “things that bling, shine, or shimmer, that emit light are especially privileged” in the “everyday aspirational practices of black urban communities, who make do and more with what they have, creating prestige through the resources at hand,” as art historian Krista Thompson elucidates.

In his influential, unabashedly racist 1908 treatise “Ornament and Crime,” Viennese archi- tect Adolf Loos was indulgent of so-called Kaffirs’ love of the ornamental since, unlike “modern man,” they “have no other way of attaining the high points of their existence.” Twenty-first-century racists are less tolerant of African American accumulation of “bling, shine, and shimmer.” Noting derision of Hurricane Katrina survivors’ jewelry, Humvees, Louis Vuitton bags, and flat-screen TVs, Lisa Marie Cacho observes, “Poor African Americans are not only represented as unentitled to ‘luxuries’; they are also denied the power to decide what constitutes a ‘luxury’ and the power to define what they need and what they can live without.”

Not (only) luxuries, ornaments can be lifesaving shields more resistant than levees. “The ostentatious display of things might be interpreted as a protective means. We might understand the use of material goods and the production of blinding light as a shield or apotropaic, simultaneously reflecting and deflecting the deidealizing gaze on black subjects,” Thompson offers. “The beauty of black ordinary, the beauty that resides in and animates the determination to live free, the beauty that propels the experiments in living otherwise,” Hartman states in no uncertain terms, “is not a luxury; rather it is a way of creating possibility in the space of enclosure, a radical art of subsistence, an embrace of our terribleness, a transfiguration of the given. It is a will to adorn, a proclivity for the baroque, and the love of too much.”

For Black trans women, transfeminist scholar Eve Lorane Brown describes, the beauty of black ordinary—the “extravagance, ornament, and shine” of hormone therapy, hair extensions, contouring kits, or other everyday accessories of black femme-ininity—saves lives in more immediate ways. White trans women forgo makeup, breasts, or shaved legs and walk through her majority-Black Oakland neighborhood unharassed, she notices, benefitting from residents’ knowledge that interfering with any white person risks police intervention. The same isn’t true for Black trans women.

“No matter how unclockable” a trans femme of color might be, “no matter how well she could blend in, she still carried that seed of fear about being found out . . . fetishized, ridiculed, rejected, or attacked,” Janet Mock writes. “We don’t have to search for too long to watch footage of a girl being attacked on public transit or in the restroom, or read a story about the killing of yet another black or Latina woman.” Femme tech— manicures, wigs, foundation makeup, dresses, waist trainers, handbags, hormone therapies, plastic surgeries—are “‘luxuries’ [that] may be regarded as meeting basic physiological and safety needs for African American trans women,” Brown concludes. Diving into ornament as a daily practice of beauty and safety, Treva Ellison remarks, Black trans femmes engage “the sartorial, the expressive, and the performed” with a view to “reworking and repurposing the signs, symbols, and accoutrements of Western modernity” in ways that guard against “Black femme subjection, abuse, and premature death.”

But Marsha’s pink, shiny, frilly, plastic, floral femme tech wasn’t curated to blend seamlessly with—well, anything. She stood out, always. Queen Mother wasn’t shy to walk through town half en déshabillé: “She’d be coming up Christopher Street with the rolled-down stockings, fuzzy slippers, her wig in beer-can rollers: ‘Hello, everybody! What a wo-o-onderful morning!’” Sasha McCaffrey laughs. When fully dressed— gloriously “over the top with the jewelry, flowers in her hair, very creative looking, very commanding of attention,” performer Ron Jones recalls— Marsha embodied the Black aesthetic Hartman lyricizes as the “tendency to excess, the too much, the love of the baroque; the double descriptive: down-low, Negro-brown, more great and more better; the frenzy and passion; the shine and fabulousness of ghetto girls.”

Like her spiritual daughter Tourmaline, Marsha dressed as her “fullest and freest self in the most public of places”: “I remember seeing Marsha walk down the street in a miniskirt that she had made with nothing on underneath and it was clearly see-through. Clearly!” Rick Shupper emphasizes. “She wasn’t the kind of queen you questioned her drag,” Martin Boyce explains thoughtfully. “Because she had very little. And, you know, she wasn’t a well-dressed, coordinated kind of queen. She put on what was available and what, you know, fulfilled her idea of being a woman to some extent. It was a very, very natural look—and all her own.”

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[drowninginabactatank]

Bought up more supplies for an upcoming drag show I'm in~

Looking forward to styling this wig, I'm being my BG3 oc who is a star elf Necromancer 🤩

Ordered some gorgeous black pearls to adorn the ribcage armour because bodily secretions as bling is perfect for a Necromancer (also pearls are made of calcium carbonate which is also found in bone matter).

Of course I had to grab more foam clay as I have used up my red bucket finally. Miiiight be doing a bone crown or other accessories with it because details are fun.

Goodbye money~

[actualcoolbugfacts]

✨cool bug facts's✨

Cicindelinae, or the tiger beetle!

They look like a dogbane beetle's lanky cousin who just got his Adam's apple. But he has a good fashion sense, I guess.

The anatomy of these bling-blingy Insects!!!

The fastest species of tiger beetle (Rivacindela hudsoni) can run up to 9 km/h (5.6 mph), which is 125 body lengths per second, and are considered to be the fastest land animal for their size.

Depending on the species, their colors can either be very bright, or completely black. Each species evolved into their colors to match up with their environment.

The larvae have very large, shovel-like heads and a humped back that they use for catching prey by rolling over backwards and catching the prey with their backs. The adults catch prey simply by chasing them. One of their mandibles is usually around 1 millimeter smaller than the other. The larvae have a pair of hooks on their abdomen so that they won't be dragged out of their burrow when trying to catch prey. Their main distinction from ground beetles is that their head are wider than their thorax. They fully develop between 1 to 4 years old, depending on their environment, species, and food supply. The won't emerge after completing their developmental cycle for 3 days in order for their exoskeleton to harden, but when they emerge their exoskeletons are still a little soft and they have lighter colors, making them a very easy target for predators. They can release several poisons when threatened, including cyanide. They can't produce enough poison to harm a human, but may be able to kill a small insect or spider (or just a small animal in general). One species can emit a poison that smells like bubblegum.

Diet.

The larvae's usual meals consist of smaller insects, such as ants, beetles, caterpillars, flies, grasshopper nymphs, small terrestrial crustaceans, and even small spiders. The adults don't eat as much as the larvae, but they do eat the same things, this time being able to chase after their prey.

Behavior.

When they're chasing their prey, they run for a few moments, and then stop, and then start running again, and repeat. This is due to the speed that they run at being too fast for their eyes to properly process visual stimuli. The females burrow into the sand to lay their eggs, and when their larvae hatch they begin to dig deeper into the burrow their mother made for them by putting their head's shape to good use and shoveling further into the ground, and it eventually reaches about 30 to 60 centimeters (1 to 2 feet) deep. In order to dissuade other suitors, males will clamp their mandibles around their mates thorax and ride on top of them to show that they are taken. The larvae wait at the entrance of their burrow until an insect or spider walks by and leaps at them to try and catch them. Adult tiger beetles stalk their prey like an actual tiger and then run or fly at them, usually not giving them enough time to react before catching them. They can hear the echolocation of bats, and will turn around and try to fly away while making a noise back to the bats to try and signal that they're poisonous.

Habitat

They live in almost every part of the world.

Most species prefer to live on any surface with sand, or sunny surfaces, as they prefer heat like most beetles.

Cool fact that didn't fit into these categories.

Their larvae are sometimes called 'doodlebugs', although the name is more commonly associated with the antlion.

[wifediaries]

Hi there mimi! I have something of a WSIW request, there's an open day for a university I want to attend next year and I really want to wear something nice and cute! My style inspo is very eclectic bvhvjjv I love the model off duty look, the 2000s video vixens, the new bimbo aesthetic on tiktok, gyaru, 60s London mod girl, Cher horowitz, y2k/mc bling, 90s models, and I won't lie I do have something of a fondness for the coquette look, obviously that's a lot to choose from so just pick whatever would be easiest for you! I will say that I'm loving turtlenecks right now and I'm looking to study fashion and possibly law but idk yet

hiya!

of course i can, that’s super exciting! i think i have some ideas for you.

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so given the description you supplied, a look immediately jumped to mind. at the mention of you love for turtlenecks, and incorporating a 60s chic with 90s model, and model off duty with a girly and elegant flair — try something like this.

instantly — it’s timeless, simple and classy whilst remaining girly and academic leaning. as you can see for each outfit i have given you choices for shoes depending on how dressed up you feel comfortable with. the gogo boots would really nail the 60s aesthetic down, and whilst the outfit is something simple you’d see on a 90s model, it’s a staple that transcends through many eras of fashion. to pair with little baby pink flats would push more of a coquette look which you’ve made it clear you’re impartial to. this outfit can be adapted with tights or high socks (with certain shoes) if you’re going on a colder day! this is my number one recommendation for you, however i will leave you some other options to pick from if this isn’t your cup of tea.

adapting a cher horowitz style look can be super easy and is sure to look girly and academic! if you’re looking to mix your styles this is perfect, as a sweatervest over a blouse has been popular for decades— but is especially noteable on cher on a few occasions throughout the clueless movie. pink tartan is a must in any 90s/00s loving girly girl wardrobe. if you really want to be like cher, a pair of white mary janes will add a dainty and feminine, bordering on coquette look to any outfit, but if you’re doing lots of walking and you’re not accustomed to wearing something lifted, white brogues or pink converse will do you perfectly!

if you’re not looking to show a more academic side and want to indulge in your personal style instead, the modern bimbo-core look is super adaptable and easy to achieve. this is personally how i dress, and i find it to be fun, flirty and attracts positive attention and treatment wherever i go. the colour combination i see the most in this field is white and pink, but if you’re more of a black and pink type of girl— that’s totally interchangeable. this type of style often is seen paired with some kind of platform shoe, but it’s not a must! this also looks cute with a sneaker or girly flat. my top tip for this is adding any kind of sanrio merchandise to your accessories! whether it be a hello kitty hanging off your necklace, a plushie key ring attached to your bag, or if you have any hello kitty printed item that’s even better.

finally, to make sure all options are covered— to sate your request for a classic y2k / video vixen type of look, i have one word for you: camo! when done tastefully, camouflage can give you that perfect music video girl from the 2000s look! paired with low waisted jeans and gold jewellery you’re sure to reserve your spot as the university it girl. to ensure you’re giving vixen and not fashion faux pas, ensure the camo placement is that of a tube top, or a mini skirt with a white tank top. this way it’s clear you’re meant to be giving y2k, and not army soldier. a baggy camo t-shirt will NOT do!

i wish you the best luck with your university endeavours! i’m sure you will look beautiful regardless of what you wear!

Mimi 💗

[akitoscorpio]

Dead of winter Pt 10

"EIC Log entry 2, Commissar Bogdan recording the log."

"The boss said he needed what amounted to a 'head of security role' around the base. I guess because I was the one that he trusted the most, not to mention the only that still had all his bits functional, I got the job."

"I had a couple requests though. The main one being he needed to take the Dominion's offer to make him part of their nobility seriously. He finally caved and we started to make him a throne room. I guess it doesn't look great when they have to give you a title in the entryway of the base next to the Paste grinders."

"I wonder if he climbs that ladder enough we can get some proper food around here?"

"Now I had a few idea's how to really impress the Dominion when it came time for them to show up and promote the boss. I had us set up an external mine shaft so we can exploit some of the deeply buried resources under our base to try and muster up something special to doll up the new room."

"It turned out we were parked on top of a deep vein of Eltex, that fancy ore that's used in creating clothes and weapons to make Psycasters a but more potent. The empire loved the stuff."

"Now my original idea was to plate the walls with the stuff, or maybe add some pillars to the place, but the boss said it seems like a waste of a rare resource"

"The guy is a corpo big wig but he anit fixing to bling his throne room out? I asked him for alternatives and he just said 'Why now use some of that gold we had in storage. We found a decent supply of it we anit using it for anything'".

"Of course it wouldn't be a Rimworld if shit didn't go tits up at the drop of a hat, we had a toxic rain storm hit the area."

"The whole outside area took on this sickly green glow, it was even setting of the radiation alarms, The boss said the base would shield us from it, as long as we stayed put till it was safe to travel outside again."

"Oh and this happened as well, Tapia commented that god was clearly pissed off at something to be stacking this much crap on us at once."

"So not only was the snow now trying to kill us, but random lightning bolts of Psychic energy was striking down around the base."

"Axl of course, in that very Axl kind of way was picking our brains, asking what we all knew about the storms. He has a one track mind, wanting to get to the bottom of every single thing that happens around here. Of course as Katie put it 'Were not the damn weathermen Axl, we don't know.'"

"On a positive note, our two not quite former federation raiders must have decided since they were not part of the Federation hold outs any more, it was okay to start hooking up. I didn't mind to much but I'm not sure how the boss would feel about having babies around the base."

"While this was happening, we were starting to see lighting hit the base near the base at least three to five times an hour"

"If one of them hit the solar panels, we'd have to go out and fix them and I wasn't to keen on that idea."

"I say that and then a lightning bolt blew a hole in the barracks."

"Fun fact, the lightning flashes caused the solar pannels to spike in power output for a second, so maybe the lightning had a bit of a perk to it"

"Katie and Lips dug up some armor designs they had seen bounced around their old stomping grounds, and we managed to recreate the armor. It protected us better than the hodge-podge of scavenged armor and clothes we all had before. It was also far better suited to the weather as well, which was nice."

"We all felt pretty good about it all things considered."

"Well I'd reckon that'll be enough to make the boss man happy, I'm going to snore some angel Grace and get some shut eye now, this is Commissar Bog, end of log."

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[savorypink]

do you think nicki would supply commentary for one of their vids

like that "getting ready n ny partner does my voiceover" trend

but..

nicki

idk i find it amusing

-🧊

that’s hilarious and i love those videos sm!!! 😭 nicki would do it but i imagine the video starts out innocently then bling is bent over a table and nicki is just like “oh! 😳”

[saintmeghanmarkle]

The Little Hill a fictional tale by u/Skinny-Puppy

The Little Hill, a fictional tale In a galaxy far away, in a castle at the top of Little Hill, lived the most evil person in the universe. She demanded all the peasants at her service to call her The Queen of Little Hill, QLH for short. QLH, was a jealous and envious entity. If she had a soul, it would be very black, as black as black pudding.She loved bling, lots of it and was jealous that the Princess of the Kingdom Next Door (or the Princess) got to wear all the real tiaras and all the family jewelry . Every time the Kingdom next Door had an event, newspapers showed photos of the Princess wearing all this amazing jewelry with real sparkly diamonds, rubies and emeralds. It made QHL as green as the emeralds with envy. QLH and her hubby, Prince Charming (or PC to his friends) have a subscription for unlimited supply of plates at Ikea.When QLH meet PC, she turned the charm on, all the way to 11. This was her opportunity to marry a millionaire to support her billionaire lifestyle. Plus she loves men in uniform and her now husband was also a war hero! She imagined the Instagram posts with her claw wrapped around a man in uniform and calling herself a Princess. She knew she will get so many likes on the Instagrams that people all over the galaxy will demand QLH to be crowned Queen of the Kigdom Next Door. She imagined all the women in the galaxy will copy her exquisite fashion style. She wants to make wrinkled fashionable again. She will be talking in front of all the galaxy leaders and teach them about the importance of honesty, compassion, family and of course community and the environment. She will show them how strong and independent she is. No one will dare to deny her the mic!​________​Suddenly, she is rudely awake by her alarm clock and finds herself alone. You see, QLH is stressed, you can tell by the vein pulsing on her forehead. When she met PC, she thought she could dig her claw in the jewelry box and the King’s money. It turns out, he is not a financial institution! And the only ones with key to the box is the Queen & The Princess. All QLH can afford these days is high end fantasy jewelry.The “war hero ” turned out to be a man child, who lost the right to wear a uniform and with no other purpose in life than mourning her mother, who passed away last century. The money wasn’t that much after all, the PC moved to Tatoonie a long time ago with the little money he had left. To make matters worse, IKEA just sent her a letter telling that they can’t produce plates fast enough for her and they are terminating the agreement.Worst part is the kids, now in their teens, they have just found out who they really are….That is a story for another day.DISCLAIMER: The story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this tale are fictitious. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred. post link: https://ift.tt/woayIjX author: Skinny-Puppy submitted: October 18, 2023 at 03:08PM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit