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Concrete Caisson Foundations: A Comprehensive Guide by Foundation Solutions

When it comes to constructing sturdy and reliable structures, the foundation plays a pivotal role in ensuring long-term stability and safety. One of the most effective methods for supporting heavy loads and navigating challenging soil conditions is the use of concrete caissons. At Foundation Solutions, we specialize in providing top-quality concrete caisson foundation services, tailored to meet the specific needs of each project. In this comprehensive guide, we’ll delve into the basics of concrete caissons, their applications, benefits, and why Foundation Solutions is your go-to provider for exceptional foundation services.

What Are Concrete Caissons?

Concrete caissons, also known as drilled shafts, are deep foundation elements constructed by drilling a cylindrical hole into the ground and filling it with reinforced concrete. These structures are designed to transfer heavy loads from a building or structure to deeper, more stable soil or rock layers. Concrete caissons are commonly used in various construction projects, including bridges, high-rise buildings, towers, and other heavy structures.

The Construction Process of Concrete Caissons

The construction of concrete caissons involves several key steps:

Site Assessment and Planning: Before construction begins, a thorough site assessment is conducted to evaluate soil conditions, load requirements, and any potential challenges. This information is crucial for determining the size, depth, and number of caissons needed.

Drilling the Shaft: A specialized drilling rig is used to create a cylindrical hole in the ground. The diameter and depth of the shaft depend on the load-bearing requirements and soil conditions.

Installing Reinforcement: Once the shaft is drilled, a steel reinforcement cage is lowered into the hole. This cage provides additional strength and stability to the caisson.

Pouring Concrete: Concrete is poured into the shaft, encasing the reinforcement cage. The concrete is typically poured continuously to prevent the formation of cold joints, ensuring a uniform and strong foundation element.

Curing and Inspection: After pouring, the concrete is allowed to cure and harden. The caisson is then inspected for any defects or irregularities.

Load Testing: In some cases, load testing may be performed to verify the caisson’s load-bearing capacity and ensure it meets design specifications.

Applications of Concrete Caissons

Concrete caissons are versatile foundation elements suitable for a wide range of applications, including:

Bridges: Caissons provide the necessary support for bridge piers, transferring loads to deeper, more stable soil layers.

High-Rise Buildings: For skyscrapers and other tall structures, caissons offer a reliable foundation solution capable of handling heavy vertical and lateral loads.

Towers and Masts: Communication towers, transmission masts, and similar structures benefit from the stability and strength of concrete caisson foundations.

Marine Structures: In coastal and offshore construction, caissons are used to support docks, piers, and other marine structures.

Retaining Walls: Caissons can be used in the construction of retaining walls, providing stability and preventing soil erosion.

Benefits of Concrete Caisson Foundations

Concrete caisson foundations offer numerous benefits, making them an ideal choice for various construction projects:

High Load-Bearing Capacity: Caissons can support extremely heavy loads, making them suitable for large and complex structures.

Versatility: They can be used in a wide range of soil conditions, including soft soils, loose sands, and even underwater environments.

Reduced Settlement: By transferring loads to deeper, more stable soil layers, caissons minimize settlement and ensure the long-term stability of the structure.

Resistance to Lateral Forces: Caissons provide excellent resistance to lateral forces, such as wind and seismic activity, enhancing the overall safety of the structure.

Durability: When constructed with high-quality materials and proper techniques, concrete caissons are highly durable and require minimal maintenance.

Cost-Effectiveness: Despite the initial investment, caissons can be cost-effective in the long run due to their durability and minimal maintenance requirements.

Why Choose Foundation Solutions for Concrete Caisson Services?

At Foundation Solutions, we pride ourselves on delivering top-notch foundation services, including concrete caisson construction. Here’s why we stand out from the competition:

Experienced Team: Our team of professionals has extensive experience in designing and constructing concrete caisson foundations for a wide range of projects.

Advanced Technology: We use the latest equipment and techniques to ensure precision and efficiency in every project.

Customized Solutions: We understand that every project is unique, which is why we offer customized foundation solutions tailored to meet your specific needs.

Quality Materials: We use only the highest quality materials, ensuring the durability and longevity of our foundation solutions.

Customer Satisfaction: Our commitment to customer satisfaction is unmatched. We work closely with our clients to ensure their needs are met and expectations exceeded.

Case Study: Successful Concrete Caisson Project

One of our recent projects involved the construction of a high-rise office building in an area with challenging soil conditions. Our team conducted a thorough site assessment and determined that concrete caissons were the best solution for supporting the structure’s significant load requirements. We successfully drilled and installed multiple caissons, providing a stable and reliable foundation for the building. The project was completed on time and within budget, with the client highly satisfied with the results.

Contact Foundation Solutions Today

If you’re planning a construction project that requires a reliable and durable foundation, contact Foundation Solutions today. Our team of experts is ready to provide you with top-quality concrete caisson services tailored to your project’s needs. With our experience, advanced technology, and commitment to excellence, we guarantee a foundation that will stand the test of time.

At Foundation Solutions, we are dedicated to providing superior foundation solutions for all your construction needs. Trust us to deliver the expertise and quality you deserve, ensuring the stability and safety of your structures for years to come.

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[azrielsdove]

Don’t Blame Me: Azriel x Reader

Warnings: Violence, Suggestive

(loosely based on the don’t blame me x LWYMMD mashup from the eras tour ngl)

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You heard a desperate, strangled shout of your name as he went down. You screamed, anger and fear taking over. No, no, no, you chanted in your head, diving in the direction Azriel had fallen. This couldn’t happen, not to him.

The two of you were sent on a mission to investigate unknown creatures breaching the borders of the Night Court. Rhys wasn’t even able to tell you what they were, just that they were more dangerous than anything you’d dealt with before. You had been given explicit instruction to leave once you found where they were residing and report back the location. From there a larger team would be sent out to eradicate the threat.

You had been tracking them carefully for days, trying to find their home base. You were beginning to think they didn’t have one, that these creatures were nomadic. Until an hour ago. Azriel had practically dragged you as high as you could go in the sky, pointing to a cluster of trees a while away. “There,” he explained, “they reconvene there during the day.” You nodded, preparing to fly back to Velaris and tell Rhys. Azriel caught your arm, shaking his head. “I want to track them a little longer. Make sure I have the pattern right so when we come back we can have the best chance at taking them out.”

You didn’t have a good feeling about staying out, but you agreed anyway. It was important to ensure the information you had was as detailed as possible. That’s how you ended up here, wind rushing past your face as you free fell down to where Azriel landed. Please be okay.

You dropped to the ground and surveyed the area for any sign of life. There was nothing there. If you hadn’t seen Azriel fall yourself you would have assumed nothing was ever down here. You took off through the trees, heading in the direction of what you assumed was their camp. You listened carefully for any sound, whether it be danger or Azriel himself. You were nearing the clearing he had spotted earlier when you heard a slow hum, ducking back behind a tree and tucking your wings tight against you. You poked your head out to watch two of the creatures move farther in the area, Azriel dragged between the two of them. Your heart ached at the blood running down his face and his limp body.

You followed the creatures until you were at the edge of the camp, watching their moves intently. The tied Azriel to a tree trunk, moving and muttering around him. You were taking in how many you saw, estimating that about 30 of these things were living here. Your nose wrinkled at the sight of the insect-like beings, their long stingers the supposed most dangerous part of them. The creatures were roughly the size of an Illyrian soldier, resembling wasps more than any type of fae. Large, disgusting wasps. The hum grew louder as what you supposed was the leader approached Azriel. Your toes curled as you watched the way it yanked his face up, inspecting the unconscious male.

It turned to one of its workers, a horrible clicking sound coming from its mouth. The other responded in the same way, the language grating against your ears. They turned back to Azriel, continuing to talk about him. You wished more than anything you could understand what they were saying. You looked over Azriel again, noticing that his blades were still strapped to his body. Did the creatures not realize what they were? Or were they truly so deadly they didn’t need to worry about disarming their enemies? A chill ran through your spine at the thought.

The leader let out a loud screech and the others filed into neat rows in front of it. You paled at the sight of them all together. What were you going to do? You desperately called for Rhys in your mind, knowing he likely would never hear you. Even if he did, how long would it take him to get here? Azriel might not have that much time left.

The leader gave some sort of command, and you watched in horrified shock as they all opened their mouths. Long, sharp, straw-like tubes came out, heading straight towards Azriel. You didn’t have time to think before you ran out there, quick enough to take them by surprise and get in front of him. The creatures all stopped, taking in this new sight in front of them. Adrenaline was pumping through your body, the only thought you had was to save Azriel.

Don’t blame me.

You pressed your back to his front, reaching behind to grab on to one of the swords strapped to his chest. Your warrior eyes darted around the creatures, desperately searching for any sign of weakness.

Don’t blame me.

The leader moved towards you, that horrible straw coming straight to your face instead. In a split-second decision you ripped the sword from its place on Azriel’s chest, a loud scream tearing from your throat as you swung. Tense silence spread through the woods, followed by a sickening squelch as the creature split in half.

Don’t blame me for what you made me do.

The other creatures all swarmed towards you at once, your screams and the sounds of bodies hitting the floor echoing through the woods around you. You became feral, tapping into the deepest parts of your Illyrian training. All you knew was to not let them touch Azriel. One of those horrid straws sank into your thigh, a searing pain ripping through your skin. You yelled, the next strike aimed at the creature who attacked. The wound burned like acid had been poured into your bloodstream, and knowing the way these creatures worked it probably had. You couldn’t let that stop you, not when Azriel was in danger.

Look what you made me do.

You fought back with more anger, cutting down creature after creature. You were a force of pure power, midnight blue siphons a thing of deadly beauty. Another straw embedded itself into your arm, the sword clanging to the ground. You wrapped your uninjured hand around the pulsating thing, ripping it out of your skin. You squeezed your hand around it, harder and harder until you felt the satisfying pop of it breaking. The creature it was attached to howled and you shot it square in the chest with your power. You looked around, noting there were only three of these left. Even with your arm and leg out of commission, you felt you could finish these last few off.

Don’t blame me, love made me crazy.

Your uninjured arm slid down, pulling out a dagger you had strapped to your thigh. You surveyed the three creatures around you, deciding to go for the middle one. You roared, jumping forward and latching on to the nasty beast. Your dagger rammed into its chest and you slid down, your weight pulling the blade down its body. It screeched as you were showered with its sticky green blood, collapsing backwards. You turned to the other two, adrenaline dulling the pain of your injuries as you pulled out a second dagger.

Oh, Lord save me, my drug is my baby I’ll be using for the rest of my life.

The two convened on you at the same time and you swung out both arms, spinning in a death dance with the blades. You landed on one knee in front of Azriel, twin thuds from behind you letting you know you struck true. Your breathing was heavy as you looked up, up into his wide eyes. He murmured your name and you dropped the daggers, the adrenaline rushing out of you. You winced at the sudden pain in your arm and leg, spreading quickly from your intense use of them. You fell forward, body shaking while you tried to push yourself up. You had to untie Azriel, he had to get out of here.

Don’t blame me, love made me crazy.

You forced yourself up with a cry, fingers undoing the knots the creatures had used to keep Azriel trapped. He pulled out of them the second he could, catching you as your weakened body fell against him. “I got you, I got you,” he whispered, cradling you tight to his chest before shooting off into the sky. Far, far away from the carnage you unleashed on those creatures who dared to threaten him.

***

“No, Rhys, i’ve never seen anything quite like it. She took out all of them. Heavily injured on top of that.” You recognized Azriel’s voice, muffled as if he was standing behind a door. You tried to open your eyes, but your eyelids felt as if they were ten thousand pounds each.

“That can’t be. You’re certain no one else was around? I’ve never heard of one single person taking out 30 of them. I’ve rarely heard of someone taking out just one on their own.” Rhysands voice was contemplative, trying to understand how you could have pulled off such a feat.

“I know that. I saw her do it Rhys. She was a true force of raw power.” Azriel sounded…in awe of you. You forced your eyes open, blinking as you adjusted to the soft light pouring in from the windows. You looked around the room, realizing Rhys and Azriel must be standing right outside the cracked door. You tried to sit up, a loud gasp of pain ripping from you at the action.

The sound alerted the two males outside, the door flinging open as they rushed in. “How are you feeling?” Azriel demanded, immediately coming to your side. You tried to sit again, the pain knocking the breath out of you. “Let me help,” he said softly, gently pulling you into a sitting position.

“I think i’m okay. In a lot of pain. What happened?” Your throat was sore, voice gravelly. You assumed you had been out for some time. Rhys observed you carefully, like you were a specimen he was investigating.

“You took on a hoard of those creatures. Alone. Do you remember that?” His question was almost accusatory, as if he didn’t believe the story.

You nodded. “Yes.” The reminder of those horrible bug creatures made you shiver, the sounds of them dying echoing in your ears.

“Can you show me? How you did it?” Rhys’ eyes bore into you, almost a threat. You stared right back, not appreciating the doubt from your friend.

“Go ahead. I have nothing to hide.” A claw stroked your mental shields and you dropped them easily. The memories of the fight began playing, the anger you felt overtaking your senses. If you hadn’t been there you wouldn’t have believed the strength you showed to defeat all of them. The reminder of your wounds stung your healing skin, Rhys even wincing as he watched. He could feel your rage, your power.

He could feel the dedication and love you felt towards Azriel.

You threw your shields back up at that, not wishing to let him in any further. He had seen enough. Rhys blinked at you, eyes flitting between you and Azriel. “I see,” he mused. “Well, you certainly did kill them all. That’s quite some feat of power. I think perhaps I should tell Cassian to up your training.” He winked at you and moved to leave the room. “I’ll let the healers know you are awake. I will be back later to check in.” He left, closing the door quietly behind him. Leaving you with Azriel.

Azriel, who was looking at you like you were the most delicate flower he had ever seen. “Are you sure you’re alright?” His concern struck a chord in you, a hand reaching out for his.

“I will be just fine. How are you? Is your head okay?” Your eyes scanned his hairline, relieved that there seemed to be no permanent damage.

“I’m good. My wounds weren’t half as bad as yours. They knocked me unconscious once I hit the ground.” His eyes lowered and he ran his thumb over your joined hands. “I should’ve been there for you. To help.”

You squeezed his hand in your own. “You were attacked, Az. I’m just glad I was able to get to you in time. If I were a moment later…” your voice trailed off and tears pricked at your eyes. Those straws were so close to stabbing into his body, sucking the life out of him.

“Hey,” he said, looking back up at you. “You saved my life. That’s all that matters.” He gave you a smile, your heart squeezing tight.

“Yea,” you agreed, even though you wished to say more. You wanted to tell him you loved him, be honest about your feelings. You were so close to losing him, to losing any chance to be with him. The fear of rejection stopped you from continuing, the way it always did.

Azriel was looking at you intently, eyes seeming to read your mind. You put on a small smile, pushing your feelings back down. His eyes dipped down to your lips, gaze heavy. Your heart skipped at his expression of hunger. “Az,” you whispered as he leaned closer to you.

“Hm?” He asked, not taking his eyes off your mouth.

“What are you doing?” Your voice was a whisper, so quiet you weren’t sure he could hear you.

“Something I should’ve done a long time ago.” He ducked his head down then, pressing his lips to yours. You went completely still at the touch of him, mind in overdrive. He began to pull away when you came to, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him back. You kissed him hard then, the way you wished you had when you thought he was going to die. When you thought you’d never get the chance to.

His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you tight to him. You ignored the protest of pain in your arm and leg, focusing on the feel of Azriel pressed up against you. Of his mouth on yours. The way one of his hands began traveling down your thigh, fingers running along the edge of your nightgown. He bit gently on your lower lip, a silent question to open your mouth. You obliged, moaning at the taste of him. His fingers dug into your thigh at the noise and you let out a cry of pain.

Azriel pulled away from you quickly, apologizing immediately. “Maybe we should wait until you’re healed.” You sighed at the statement, but unfortunately agreed. You wanted to enjoy your first time tasting, feeling, loving Azriel. You pouted at him as he readjusted you, laying you back down on your pillows. He brushed a stray piece of hair off your forehead, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your skin. “I love you.”

Your heart was going to thud out of your chest. “I love you too.” Your declaration was a tad breathless, trying to decide if you could actually ignore the pain long enough to get on top of the male. He laughed, sensing your thoughts and gave you a soft kiss. You had waited so long for this moment, to have your love reciprocated.

“You need to rest.” He moved to hover slightly over you, carefully moving his way down your body. His fingers found the edge of your gown again, eyes looking up to yours from between your legs. “There are plenty of other ways I can please you.”

***

I needed to write something that was a request or a series, so this is what happened. I hope you guys enjoyed it!!! <3

[popodoki]

Hey, teacher! Aka my damn motorcycle Catwin AU! Part 2! Cause I'm easily swayed x

In this AU, Edwin is a school teacher, and Thomas owns a really cool motorcycle :'')

I think its pretty clear, but just for the record: I am taking various liberties with characters etc here

I also know nothing about astrology, friends x

Edwin sighs as he looks over the latest batch of exam scores from his class.  High grades from his studious pupils as usual, lower grades from the boys who were almost equally as bright, but didn't put forth the effort. A long-standing issue, one the school board doesn’t seem half as concerned with as he is. Now alone in his classroom, Edwin hears the final bell, the ensuing floor-shaking exodus of students to the open air. He leans back in his seat, vowing to try to come up with some sort of solution to this problem later.   

He packs some essays to read, homework that still need to be graded, into his briefcase, retrieves his coat from the rack in the corner on the way to the door.  He very much needs a nice cup of coffee. 

"Hey, Mister Edwin!" A loud shout echoes from the end of the hallway, and Edwin frowns, to himself, turning to face the student that the other teachers have affectionately likened to a bird.   

"Mr. Finch, I have repeatedly told you to call me Mr. Payne. Not to refer to me by my first name, and especially not within the school grounds." 

The teen has the grace to look apologetic, yet in pure young-spirited fashion, physically shrugs off the comment just a moment later. “I’m sorry Mr. Payne. But I have good news for you!  Check it out!"  The young man pulls a thick book out of his shoulder bag, flips it open to a page, bookmarked with a grey and blue checkered bit of laminated paper, thrusts the turned book and open page at Edwin, near bouncing with anticipation.  Edwin bends his head and glances, inspects the writing, charts and scribbles. It's a large astrology analysis.  On the top of the page, written in bold letters is 'Capricorn'. Below, Edwin skims through a far too large amount of text, even for an avid reader, and regrettably still unwillingly picks up phrases such as ‘You’re in the market for a partnership, and you might be pleasantly surprised, Capricorn.’, ‘Any existing relationship can deepen through dialogue.’ or ‘Saturn favours staying power, so look for a plus-one who’s in it for the long haul.’ Edwin skims faster, rereading the same few sentences to stall, making an estimate of a more natural seeming amount of time to read a prediction of his love life, from an astrology tome held up by a fifteen year old. 

Next to all of this utter tripe, is a note stating 'check star alignment!'   

Edwin can't help but smile, still, at the student’s obvious enthusiasm for the subject.     

"Isn't that great news?" Monty Finch asks him with an answering smile, "Not only does your horoscope predict it, but I did in fact check, of course, and the star alignment today is also very favourable.  Know what that means?" He adds in a conspiring, whispering tone. 

"You have a bit too much free time and need to be assigned more homework?" Edwin asks, with a hint of a smile still on his cheeks and a tilt of his head to accompany his teasing intention.   

The teen starts up his own analysis of the analysis, and Edwin knows if he doesn't put a stop to this conversation, Monty will keep talking, undeterred, for the next 20 minutes.  "Alright, well Mr. Finch, thank you for sharing your inspiring passion for astrology. Enjoy your weekend."  He pats the boy semi-affectionately on the shoulder, and brushes past him with long strides, beating a hasty retreat. 

"Trust in the stars, Mr. Payne!" 

Edwin tosses his brown leather shoulderbag into the passenger's seat of his car, pulls out of the school's parking lot, sighs deeply, rolls the windows down and lets the crisp air fill the car, rustle his hair.   

He passes the Allcott estate on his way into town, glances out the window at it as he passes, though he doesn't know what he expects to find. The outer gates are closed, locked, he can't really see past them, so he shrugs to himself, refocuses on the road.   

Port Townsend is one of the most affluent in the state. The people who live here have money, and they like to show it off. The school Edwin works for is a private, all-boys school that prides itself on how many of its students move on to acclaimed universities and careers pre-planned by either doting or detached parents. The houses are beautiful and scenic, most of the people are shallow and nosy.    

Edwin pulls to a stop when he finds a good parking space, a few blocks away from his favourite coffee shop. It's small, locally owned, and one of Edwin's favourite things to do is order one of their dark roasts, with a scone, that is decidedly nothing at all like a bisquit, and settle in one of the overstuffed chairs by the window while he grades papers.   

When the little bell above the door softly chimes as he walks in, he's happy to see that his favourite barista is behind the counter, studiously arranging the pastries.  "Hi Edwin!"  She chirps, and immediately sets to the task of hand-grinding the beans for his coffee.   

“Hello, Niko, good afternoon.” Edwin smiles at her and looks for a seat, settling in with a cursory glance through the window. The smile falls from his face.   

He's utterly confused, instead, looks around to see if anyone has noticed that this is happening, or if he's just imagining it. A little shake of his head doesn’t clear the vision; the sleek black and brown motorcycle parked next to the curb across from the café. The man sitting on the bench near it in the lightest definition of the word ‘sitting’, limbs spread akimbo across the furniture, head lolled back against the backrest.  

"Quite weird, right?  I gave him a cup of coffee to go, and then he didn’t actually go. He pretty much fell right to sleep on that bench. I don’t think that’s a good position to sleep in.  But, he looked so tired I don't have the heart to disturb him. And nobody has passed that bench, the bike is turned off and parked legally, so I don't think anyone minds. Have you ever seen a bike like that? I like his jacket, so cool!" Niko smiles, retrieves his scone and reaches for a mug just as the coffee finishes brewing. Edwin thanks her, but holds up a hand, silently asking her to wait as he chooses another corner of the coffee shop, making sure he can keep the bench and its occupant in his line of vision, though he can't pin down exactly why.  

Probably just the novelty of it all. Port Townsend was a town steeped in tradition, both in values and a clockwork year-round schedule. The town council kept everything pretty, decent, and calm. If Edwin was completely honest with himself, it was the reason he settled here.   

He's interrupted from his wandering thoughts, when the sound of several high-pitched voices, barely audible over the loud clacking chorus of stiletto heels on well-maintained concrete reaches his ears. 

Oh no. This is going to go really bad, really fast. 

Edwin is out of his seat, ignoring Niko’s questioning little “Edwin?”, and heading for the door before he’s even consciously considered the decision. As soon as he’s greeted by the warm air outside, he’s also greeted by the sight of one Esther Finch, and several members of the Homeowner’s Association. When that calculating gaze locks on Edwin, and stays so, Edwin spares a thought, a quick mental note, that Monty must have been wrong about the star alignment. He does not feel particularly pleasantly surprised, at all.  

[techwrecker]

𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐱𝐲

Genre: fluff, light angst, SFW

Word Count: 1.9k

TW: N/A (please let me know if I missed any)

Summary: Phee has always been taken with Tech. Tech has always been scared of the future. In which Tech admits his Pheelings.

AO3

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Stifling, stuffy, and sticky. 

Pabu was in the midst of its humid season and naturally, The Marauder required external repairs on the hottest day of the year. Tech shifted the plasma torch in his right hand to the other and retracted his arm from the side of the ship. He brought the free hand down to his mouth and bit down on the glove’s fingertip to free his sweaty hand. On any other given day, Tech would still be in his mandated blacks and armor, but, due to the heat of the day, he had changed into local-woven garments. They were made from indigenous plant fibers that allowed the breeze to float through and keep one cool. Tech couldn’t help but admire the practicality. He lifted the hem of his shirt to wipe his forehead, slick with sweat.

“Well, if it ain’t ‘ole Brown Eyes,” a familiar voice said from behind him, making him jump slightly.

Tech turned to see Phee walking towards him, eyes gleaming as she inspected his exposed torso. Her mischievous eyes met his own and he let the shirt drop out of his hand. She was holding two glasses, condensation from the blue chilled drink dripping to the ground as she made her way over. Nothing had ever quite looked as refreshing as the beverages she was holding.

“Hello, Phee.” He greeted simply, climbing down from the ladder he had propped against the nose of the ship.

“What’s wrong with her now?” She asked. She offered him a glass and he took it gratefully. He lifted it up briefly in thanks before taking the first sip. He bent down to set the torch on the ground to gesture at the exposed wiring.

“Mostly navigational issues.” He took a big swallow of the fruit-flavored beverage before continuing. “But, it is taking longer than I calculated this type of repair typically takes.”

“You mean you were wrong ?” Phee looked at him in mock surprise. He waved off her comment.

“Technically , I was not incorrect. My calculations are merely statistics and estimations. Outliers are still a possibility.” He explained to her.

“There it is. Ever the technicalities.” She turned around, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with him. Looking up at the panel he was working on, she placed her elbow on his shoulder and gently leaned on him for support.

"Yes… technicalities." 

Tech stiffened slightly at the contact, but not enough to scare her off. Despite the heat, his skin prickled from his wrists all the way up to the nape of his neck. Being an Empire fugitive didn't leave much room to, for lack of a better phrase, fraternize with women. And as he was a male clone in a sea of other male clones, his time in the Republic left much to be desired. Aside from the occasional senator, his experience derived solely from the female Jedi generals and even then, it was only briefings or receiving orders.

Phee was a breath of fresh air amongst them. She stuck her neck out for strangers because it was the right thing to do, was never one to shy away from a challenge, and she had taken a shine to Omega– all traits Tech and his brothers had come to value in the recent months. Hunter agreed that she would be a useful contact to know, so the crew had struck up a relationship of the business nature with the pirate.

Despite the transactional nature of their relationship, Tech couldn’t help but to notice her lingering glances. Whenever they met up for a mission or new intel, her gaze always lasted a moment longer on him than on anyone else. And she took every chance she could to initiate contact with him. He always felt it tenfold, radiating through his whole body. When she retracted her touch, he could still feel her fingerprints burning against his skin and found himself wanting her return. However, Tech knew that his newly established “line of work” was not viable for a relationship. It wasn’t a formula with a singular answer that he could calculate in an instant. There were too many variables outside of his control for him to allow himself to feel fully comfortable with Phee, though he could if he let himself.

"Why don't you just reroute the power from the microthruster back to the main drive? Most ships never even touch it unless their fuel is low," She suggested, still looking at the problem at hand.

“Hmm. That might help with the charge of the navicom while systems are online, but the issue of the catalyzer shutting down once we go into hyperspace still remains.” Tech replied.

Phee tilted her head back toward the sky, letting the last of the liquid slip into her mouth, eyes closed. Tech was mesmerized by her beauty. The sun bronzed the highlights of her face and made the golden bands in her hair shine. His cheeks flushed against his tanned skin.

“You know,” she started after swallowing. “If you take a holo, it’ll last you longer.” Phee opened her eyes and set the glass down on a nearby crate. Had she just winked at him or was she just trying to shield her eyes from the blazing sun?

For once, Tech was speechless.

“That way whenever you’re on a mission without me, my hologram will be on your datapad and you won’t have to miss me so much,” she flirted, looking him in the eyes.

“As tempting as that is, missions usually take up most of our time save for traveling. I do not often have time to ‘miss’ anybody,” he said. “It is nothing personal.”

Phee dropped her arm and knit her brows in confusion. She let the hurt wash over her for a brief moment before quickly recovering. Even though Tech had purposefully rejected her attention, he still cringed inside knowing that he had crossed a line. He returned his attention to the ship, breaking eye contact. He could feel her still analyzing his stoic face.

“Well I’ll leave you to it, then,” she said, solemnly.

As much as he wanted to, Tech did not watch her go. She would eventually move on, as people do. Statistically speaking, 80% of people eventually experience unrequited attraction and despite that, the planets still make their rotations. He just wished Phee didn’t have to be part of that statistic.

The clone continued to work long into the evening, uninterrupted. Thankfully, the heat had eventually subsided letting the breeze pick up the cooling sea air. Tech focused on the gentle hum of the fully operational power board and the chirping of sea birds. It was music to his ears. Anything to draw his mind from his midday faux pas. At last, his well-loved Marauder was back in satisfactory condition.

The exhaustion from working in the sun caught up with him all at once. Tech gathered up his tools and set them on the crate next to the glass Phee had brought him.

Phee.

A longing ache sprouted in his chest. He picked up the glass and inspected it, turning it round. After some consideration and deliberation, Tech resolved to find his friend and apologize to her. He did not make a habit of apologizing as he was rarely, if ever, wrong. But when it came to emotions and attraction, he never knew completely what he should say or do.

Tech started toward Phee’s domicile, clutching the slender glass. As he made his way down the winding steps, he began to think about his time as a cadet- somber, arduous, cold. He didn’t want to keep living like that. He wanted to live under the warm sun, feel the wind against his skin. Creating a path that he chose, not anybody else, became his primary goal. By creation he was an analytical thinker, but that didn’t mean that he always had to choose logic over love. Though Tech's mind had always been rooted in logic, he realized he needed to finally step out of his comfort zone. 

His speed increased as his passion grew. Phee had to know. She had to know how he felt. He wouldn't let the Empire tarnish every aspect of his life and the Republic was dissolved. It was his life to live now, his choices to make. Not even all the dangers of the galaxy could stop him now. Soon, he was whizzing by the local homes. Nothing but the sound of his boots stomping against the cobblestone filling his ears. Tech emptied his mind of anything but Phee.

Finally, her home was in view. The clone slowed to catch his breath before arriving knocking on her door. He passed the stone wall that encapsulated her home and made his way to the expertly woven mat that laid before the threshold. It had been painted with native symbols of welcome, prosperity, and warding. Phee may have been a woman of the galaxy, but in the end she would always come back to the only true home she had ever known. Tech raised his fist to knock on the door, gently.

He waited in the dusk, the sun completely gone beyond the horizon. Gentle footsteps shuffled behind the wooden door.

Upon opening the door and seeing her favorite clone standing before her, she did not give away any indication of what she was thinking. It was impossible for Tech to completely infer what she was feeling, though, considering his cold-hearted rejection earlier, he had some ideas.

 “Oh, it’s you,” she said flatly.

“Yes, it is me. I wanted to return your cup. You left it on the crates,” Tech explained. He offered her the glass. She took it, gingerly. “And-”

“And?” Phee raised an eyebrow.

“And to tell you…” Suddenly, a lump the size of a meteorite formed in his throat. “I apologize for earlier. I thought that it would be safer for you if nothing happened between us,but I realized that is not what I want.”

“Well, that’s just not giving me any credit,” she replied, a smile hinting on her lips.

“I know you are over-abundantly capable of protecting yourself, do not worry. But The Empire… They will come for my brothers and me eventually. I would feel responsible if anything ever happened to you. I- I care... about you,” he admitted.

He let his eyes drop to the floor and hung his head as his cheeks burned red. He couldn’t bring himself to look her in the eyes, overwhelmed with emotion. He could never be accustomed to this sensation.

“Tech,” she started. He could hear the gentle smile in her voice. Phee placed her warm hand against his cheek, tenderly lifting his face and delicately stroking her thumb. Her expression softened. Their faces were but inches apart. “I care about you, too.”

Phee leaned up and softly closed the gap between their lips. His first kiss. Although he had calculated this to be the inevitable outcome, Tech couldn’t help but let the zing of surprise shoot through his nerves. He closed his eyes as he melted into her, bringing one hand to the nape of her neck and letting the other wrap around to the small of her back. She responded positively, relaxing into his embrace. She moved both hands to rest on his chest and deepened the kiss, softly but with enough force to let tell him that he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. Phee pulled away first, leaving him wanting more. She looked deeply into his eyes.

“We are more than the Empire. We are more than the galaxy. We are us ."

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Unsolicited 7

Warnings: bad self-thought/talk, bullying, insults, low self-esteem, money problems, more dark elements to come.

Wouldn’t mind some feedback! Lloyd was driving me nuts so I had to do it. Thank you in advance 💜

Colin stopped calling just after nine. Still you keep your phone on silent.

You grab the bucket of supplies and change for the bus, another day ahead of you, your entire routine thrown off by the latest crisis in your crumbling life. You can make do without the car, just like you can survive without your husband.

You open the door just as a figure appears on the other side. You drop your shoulders as Lloyd blocks your path, propping an elbow against the frame as he looms over you. You check the time on your phone.

“I’m gonna be late–”

“For what? We got a deal.”

“I’ll pay you back for the tow,” you insist, “alright? But I gotta go. The bus–”

“Inside, sweetheart,” he points past you, “let’s sit down and chat.”

“After–”

“Now,” he pushes himself straight and walks inside, herding you back into the house, “I got the estimate, even if you have the car scrapped, you won't breaking even on the tow bill. So, what leverage do you have exactly?”

You roll your eyes, “you’ll have to wait. I’ll pay with interest–”

“Divorces are expensive,” he insists as he grabs the bucket, tugging on it as you resist, “sit down.”

“Please,” you beg, “can we not?”

He yanks the bucket away and drops it on the floor, “you can sit or I can make you sit. You agreed, we’d talk. Now, let's lay out some terms before you go pouting.”

You jut out your jaw and sigh. You shuffle to the small kitchen table and sit. He stays standing, gripping the back of the chair opposite. He gives a long look around, taking in your home. It’s not much, half a duplex, cramped but tidy.

“You keep a nice house,” he muses, “comes with the job, I suppose.”

You struggle not to tear your hair out as you watch him. He pushes away from the table, pacing around as he inspects the drawers and lifts the carafe from the coffee machine, the dregs of the morning’s pot left over. He swishes it around before replacing it.

“You need a way out, in a manner of speaking I need a way in,” he turns to you and grins, “so, I think we have a start.”

You clench your jaw and drag your nails over the wooden table, fighting not to scratch into the surface. He tucks a hand in his pocket as he nears again, kicking a foot up on the crossbar of the chair as he stops. He clicks his tongue as he considers you.

“I’ll get you out of here, baby. All you gotta do is say ‘yes, daddy’.”

You growl and grit your teeth, “I told you, I’ll pay you–”

“I don’t wait. I don’t do interest, but baby, for you,” he pulls his foot to the floor and sidles in front of the chair, sitting theatrically as he puffs out his chest, “I can give you a bit of… dignity. You’ll still be working, earning your way. You’re a maid, I’m messy as fuck, so I think maybe it’s time you move into the private sector.”

“You want me to clean your house?”

He laughs and winks as his tongue pokes out, “that’s the basis,” he traces a flat line with his hands, “you ever heard of something called ‘free use’?”

You shake your head and cross your arm, your puffer jacket swishing awkwardly with the movement. He pauses as his eyes wander down and his eyebrows flick up in amusement.

“No,” you answer aloud.

“Wonderful,” he snorts, “of course you wouldn’t, Colin seems a missionary man. Nice, simple… boring.”

You shudder and hook your leg over the other, “I don’t want to talk about him with you.”

“Oh, I fully intend on helping you forget him. Let me explain; you’re going to come over and make things nice and pretty for me and if I’m walking around, living my life, doing my thing and I happen to think that your ass looks nice and pretty, well, then I’m gonna bend you over and use you until that thought goes back to where it came from.”

You curl your lip in disgust, insides squirming as you swallow tightly.

“And you’re going to let me. You’re going to say, ‘yes daddy, what hole?’”

“Fucking Christ, you know you are the most repulsive person I’ve ever–”

“Yes, yes, I’ve heard that before, but you’re not really in a position to worry about… feelings.”

You stare at him, “if you’re so well off, can’t you go out and get some supermodel off the rack?”

“Boring,” he snickers, “now, that car is caput. Your marriage, eeeh, well that seems about the same. And I know you can’t afford to just walk out. But I can give you everything you need; a roof over your head, maybe some clothes that don’t look like they’ve been fished out of the dumpster, and a good fucking. Or many.” He taunts as he wiggles his shoulders in superiority, “and something even better, revenge.”

You rub your cheek, your other arm kept firm against your chest, “revenge?”

“On that dipstick. He gets to come home to an empty house, pay half the rent, and realise how fucked he truly is. That ex of his, she’s not gonna leave her husband for some half-dime sales manager. She’s married to a goddamn trust fund baby.”

“How do you know all this?”

“Let’s not ask too many questions about how. Baby, you don’t wanna know all that.”

You look down and trace a ripple in the wood with your thumb. Your chest tightens, the clutch of inevitability closing in, squeezing your rib cage until it hurts. What you know of this man is vile and what he won’t tell you, is perilous.

“Okay, I’ll make this real clear for you. I’m being nice, we’re talking.” He sits up, elbows on the table, knees wide, “You want to keep being stubborn, I’m not going to stop. I’m going to follow you to work and I’m going to wait and then I’m going to bug you again. And then maybe, I’m going to call your boss and make a complaint.

“Then you’ll get back here and you’ll be exhausted and annoyed because, lo and behold, I don’t fucking stop. And you’re alone and you’re thinking of your man fucking another woman.” He runs his fingers along his mustache as his lips curl, “And you got no wine left. You take a hot bath and think about your bad life decisions and you still got no plan.

"Tomorrow, you take the bus again, you clean, then you get a call from Donny down at head office. Yes, there was a concerning phone call about you. Things missing in offices. That’s a serious offense, they could call the police.” He taps his fingers on the table pointedly, “Probation for now but likely termination once the investigation ends.

“You walk out just after noon, you can barely see straight. Everything is coming apart at the seams. No car, no job, no husband…” He sits back and grips his thighs, “And good old Lloyd is waiting for you. I might even bring roses, if I’m feeling real nice. But at that point, my balls will be so blue I probably won’t have a thought left above the waist.

“So, baby, let’s make a choice; my way or the hard way?”

You glare at him, breathless. You're dizzy as you try to think. The last few weeks swirl around you, the vortex circling around you. You believe him. You know he won’t stop. All he’s done, you have no doubt that he’ll follow through.

Your cheek ticks. Is that what you're worth? Low. Lower than you ever expected. But what other option do you have?

“Don’t bother packing,” he stands, jolting the table with his ascent, “oh, and…”

He comes around the table and grabs your wrist, forcing your arm up. He grabs your rings and you curl your finger. He tuts and bends it back in its socket until you cry out. He rips the bands past your knuckle and whips them across the room.

“We’re done talking,” he clings to your hand and presses it to his crotch. "Say it."

"Wha--"

"'Yes, daddy'," he prompts, "I wanna hear it baby.

You push your tongue against the roof of your mouth. Humiliation sears behind your eyes, "yes, daddy."

He hums and squeezes your hand around him, a twitch beneath the fabric, "oh ho, see baby, that got me good."

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Can't Fight This Feeling

HI! This is @sunshinesdaydream here with a Fixer fic for @sev-on-kamino I hope you enjoy this bit of Fixer fluff!  And thanks because I'm now simping for an adjacent clone.  

Title: Can't Fight This Feeling Pairing: Fixer x GN!Reader Warnings: Kissing, Fluff Summary: Fixer and Reader's first kiss Word Count: 1009 Inspired by: the first kiss prompt list, squishes several together.  and this song "Can't Fight This Feeling"-REO Speedwagon

Divider by @djarrex 

You knew they had returned from the mission. Had even already gotten a preliminary list of equipment that would need possible repair or replacement. Eventually Fixer would make his way to the bay in which you did repairs on the gear the various squads used.  He always did. 

  In the beginning he was suspicious.  How could a natborn be qualified enough to maintain their gear? Especially since the men themselves took care of the basics.  After they were debriefed they were sent to drop the gear that needed repair or replacement with you. 

  “What are your qualifications?” He asked bluntly as he set his gear on the counter. 

  “Fixer! You can’t just ask people what their qualifications are!” Scorch had joked immediately with a wink in your direction. 

  “They can ask me anything they want, anytime,” Sev said, with a smirk. 

  “Specialized school from the time I was twelve standard until I was eighteen. Trade school until I was twenty-two standard, where I achieved multiple awards on my work. Then two years working with my planet’s military until it was absorbed into the GAR half a standard year ago. During which I have received three commendations.” You list off as you pick up an ascension cable with a compromised latch. “By my rough estimate that means I have been officially learning and winning awards in my field for as long as you have been alive. And we are not even counting the years I spent as a child learning my craft from my grandmother and father. So if you feel the need to question my abilities I assume I should also feel the need to question yours?”

  Scorch snickered at that, “they told you, Fixer,”  with a little wave he and the other two left, leaving the man behind with you. 

  Rolling your eyes you put the cable in the repair bin and move on to the next piece of equipment. 

  “That piece is beyond repair,” he said, still wearing his helmet. 

  You swore in your native tongue before answering, “feel free to put it to the test when you get this unit back. Until then, if you have a problem with me, take it up with the chain of command.”  You are already inspecting and sorting the next piece of gear. “That should keep you tied up enough that I can actually do my job” 

  Fixer stood in the repair bay with his helmet on for more than an hour watching you until you looked up once to see he had disappeared. 

  After each mission debrief he showed up after that, whether his equipment was damaged or not.  The next time he very quietly asked, “Do you mind if I watch?”

  You shrug, “Sure, if it makes you feel better” before going about your work. Fixer stood quietly, helmet on, against the wall watching. 

  The third time he asked the same, and after about an hour of watching asked a few questions about what you were working on. 

  Eventually he stopped asking if he could stay and took his helmet off. Edging closer to your workbench. The first time he leaned against your workbench he asked, “do you enjoy your work?”

  You pause, ”I guess, I don’t know. It’s just what I do. Haven’t done anything else.  I like fixing things, making sure people are safe,”

  Fixer nodded and continued watching you with few other questions that day. 

  You began seeing him more between missions. He would wander in and watch you work, your conversations expanding. You began asking him what he could tell you about his squad, then planets his missions were on. 

  You look forward to his visits, the somewhat reserved smile that tugs at his lips while his eyes sparkle with hidden humor. 

  Eventually the realization that he has your heart strikes you. Not that anything could be done. It was against regulations for clones to have established romantic relationships. Not that it stopped many of them. It was overlooked for the most part in favor of better morale.  But Fixer.  By the book Fixer would never consider it and you couldn’t bring yourself to ask him to. If the only capacity you could have him was this, you would take it. 

  Fixer always went to be debriefed after every mission. It was what was supposed to happen, so he always did.  So you were surprised when shortly after the alert that their ship had touched down he rushed into your work bay.  

  Ripping his helmet off and dropping it he strode right up to you, grabbing you by the waist with one hand and pulling you closer while grabbing your chin to tilt your face up to his. 

  “Wha, Fixer? Are you sure about this?” You gasped.  

  “Never been more sure about anything,” he said, leaning in and his lips barely brushing yours. Then with a stuttered breath he pulled you to himself and into an overwhelming kiss. You clung to his armor, feeling the scratches and scuffs under your palms assuring you that this was real. 

  After several long moments he pulled back, cradling your face in his still gloved hands. 

  “Thought this was against regulations,” you say, looking up at him.  

  “Kark regulations,” he nearly growled, kissing you again. 

  You pull back, “who are you and what have you done with my Fixer?”

  He grinned, “Yours?” 

  You stammer, unable to form a thought to answer with. He nuzzles against you, “I would like that, would you be mine too?”

  Fighting back tears of emotion you answer, “only if you kiss me again.”  With another grin, he does. 

  A whistle sounded from the doorway, partnered with a “This couldn’t wait until after the debrief?” From Sev. 

  “No,” Fixer said shortly before returning to kissing you.

  “Leave him alone, Sev. He’s finally loosening up!” Scorch answered. 

  “We still need to get to the debrief,” Boss pointed out. 

  Then Scorch was grabbing Fixer by the back of his armor, towing him away. “You can get back to your cyar’ika later, work now,” he said cheerfully. 

[sungbeam]

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 — teaser!

nonidol!jacob bae x fem!reader

yours and jacob's mutual friend kevin is convinced that you two are meant to be.

▷ genre, teaser warnings. s2f2l, slow burn, college/university au ; insecurity if u squint?, but otherwise, none

▷ projected release date. saturday, jan 14th IT IS NOW THIS FRIDAY LESGO !! edit: READ HERE!!

▷ estimated wc. 34-38k (scratches head 🤕)

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a/n: am i scared that no one will read this? ... maybe a little 🗿but that's okay ig :')

TEASER BELOW THE CUT (APPROX. 400 WORDS)

Jacob was hoping he could slip out of the apartment without Kevin noticing. He was a right fool to think he could do so successfully. 

"Where are you going?"

Jacob leaped out of his skin, the doorknob warm from how gently he was trying to twist it open without making a noise. He whipped his head backward and saw Kevin bumbling out of his room, hair sticking up at the back, heel of his palm digging into his eyes, and mid-yawn. "Sunny Side," Jacob said quickly, his other hand lifting the backpack with his change of clothes in it. 

Kevin narrowed his eyes at the bag, then at Jacob. He took in the perfected hair, the carefully-casual-put-together outfit, the dash of pink on his cheekbones (most likely from being caught). And was that lip tint—

His eyes slowly widened in realization, and Jacob immediately shot it down, "Don't even—"

"YOU'RE GOING ON A DATE!"

"It's not a date," Jacob groaned, head knocking against the door. 

Kevin rushed over and grabbed his friend by the shoulders. "Who is it? Where is it? I want to know everything, like how could you not tell me?"

"Why are you making such a big deal out of this?" Jacob asked, scratching the back of his neck. "It's just coffee."

"Jacob Bae, you put lip tint on. You don't put on lip tint to get 'just coffee'." Kevin released him, walking back toward the kitchen with a tiny skip in his step. 

Jacob lingered by the door, shuffling on his feet. Why wasn't he moving? Probably because of what Kevin had just pointed out. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and turned the selfie camera on to inspect the state of said lip tint. It was a little red… maybe too red…

"Aren't you gonna be late?" Kevin asked. He leaned back against the kitchen counter with a glass of water in his hand now. 

"Is the lip tint too much?"

Kevin frowned. "Cobie, I was just teasing. You look good—no, stop messing with the lip tint. You look good."

"Oh, okay."

Kevin's brow arched, but the sly, little smile had returned. "Okay," he repeated. "Now go! Yn's probably waiting for you."

Jacob decided to leave now before Kevin thought of following him or something. He knew he probably wouldn't, but he would definitely threaten something of the sort. "I never said it was with Yn," he called back, the door slamming shut behind him. He hoped his ears weren't as red as they felt hot. 

Kevin, left to his lonesome in the apartment, snorted into his water cup. "Sure, it's not Yn."

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🎀 lolita sales post 🎀

A little mix of styles, I'll post below the cut. I'm open to offers and whatever doesn't sell I'll probably list to lacemarket? Prices in usd, I will provide photos to anyone interested! I just didn't want to go through the hassle of photographing everything. I'll state the condition and notes I have on each piece~ everything has been purchased secondhand.

I've linked lolibrary entries for sizing and release info. Feel free to make offers!!! I based my prices from quick searches on other sites, but I'm flexible. Depending on the item and country I would estimate 20-40$ shipping (im in canada)

I dont really have formal feedback for selling clothes anymore since I haven't in forever, but I do have an online shop where I sell art prints, so I have experience selling things online and whatnot.

Metamorphose Sailor Short Sleeve OP in ivory (2011) - $100

Missing bow (left photo), but still has the tie (like right photo) this dress is so lightweight and perfect for summer, I just don't like how the sleeves fit on my arms. No noticeable damage. I washed it but i havent worn it out!

Btssb Tartan Check Jacket in green (2005) - $180

No damage, only tried on by me. Another wonderful piece but too tight in the arms for me. It's soft, but polyester. I'm honestly so sad about letting this piece go I adore it, but I need to stop holding onto things I won't wear!

Btssb Ribbon Sherbet Skirt in pink (2010) - $40

Really adorable skirt, it's shorter and perfect for casual wear. You can't tell in the stock photos, but the fabric is woven with glitter! Again, washed but I haven't worn it besides trying on.

Aatp Sylvester vest (2011 or 2013) - $80

I think its the women's size, as there is so spider tag. I had forgotten and then realized upon inspecting while writing this that one of the back panel buttons had come off and I must have stored it somewhere to keep safe. I'll look for it (I know I have it somewhere lol) on the offchance I can't find it though I will discount accordingly. Worn by me and washed, there is no other noticeable damage.

Aatp Justin pants in red (2018) - $100

Only tried on by me- I'm going to keep it real with you I'm just too bottom heavy. The waist is full of room but the leg measurement (in average clothing sizing proportion) is really small. I don't understand why they would add so much extra room in the waist and not make the thighs adjustable at all. The sizing doesn't match up with the lolibrary entry, the waist can stretch up to 90cm, and is about 76cm not stretched... the inside measurement of the leg cuff is maybe 46 cm (the fabric is thick so measures 50 on the outside if that makes sense) when wearing this, the top of the waistband was floating around but made a sharp ^ down the back, these shorts will not be flattering if you have wider hips. All of that said they are really beautiful, I adore the fabric, but the lolibrary entry is very misleading!

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I've run out room for photos in this post and need to locate the second blouse, but I have 2 white bodyline blouses and the strawberry gingham skirt I might bundle all together for idk 50$? I'll have to find them all first, but in case anyone is interested.

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Other pieces I've been going back and forth on selling are:

victorian maiden velveteen frill bustier in wine (2002)

Metamorphose velveteen high waist ribbon jsk in red (2004) (missing detachable bust panel)

But tbh I can't come up with a reasonable price I'd be willing to sell them at. On the off chance they are someone's #1 dream items and you'd like to make an offer I am open for it but I might turn it down. I would be open to trades for similar items too though! Such as another vm bustier or old meta velveteen op/jsk of the era.

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