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GoFundMe: Getting the kitten to the vet...

for a rabies shot, FIV testing, and a possible upper respiratory infection!

So someone sent in the last $305 I needed while I was asleep. I'm transferring it to my account now which means I'm a) shutting off the GFM as soon as the transfers process and b) taking in the kitten as soon as the money becomes available to me - so likely by Friday I'll take her in, or Saturday or Monday (they do half days Saturday, and are closed Monday).

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$350 / $350

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INFORMATION + VIDEO UNDER THE CUT!

From the GoFundMe description:

Hello!

So, unplanned, there is a new kitten in the house as of Feb. 22, 2024. (Not Jolene's, she is fixed). When at my friend's house - where I will be moving in a few months - we found out that a cat that comes to visit often is not only owned, but a mom. However, the neighbor doesn't want the kittens, so he always puts them outside and leaves them there. I could no, in my right mind, leave the kitten outside by a trashcan and under a tire in February of all months, so I brought her home.

So far I have treated her for hookworms, given her the vaccines I can do myself, and looked into getting a spay voucher from one of the local shelters. The kitten is roughly 3 months old.

However, current concerns are that she may have an upper respiratory infection (and there is always the concern that she could be FIV+). She has an inflamed eye with a regular and concerning amount of discharge and has for a few days. I have also caught her sneezing and she has started coughing on more than a few occasions. She also has a few other signs of sickness - anemia, the runs, and some blood spotted in it. If it is a URI, I need to catch it as fast as possible because I also have Jolene, my 3 year old cat. She absolutely also needs FIV testing and a rabies shot because of that, and because where we are moving there are other cats.

Jolene and the kitten have both been getting along well. The kitten loves to follow her around and Jolene acts more like the disgruntled big sister (don't let her fool you, I have caught them playing regularly - she just needs her alone adult time too).

I have already altered a bit of my projected finances and removed money from my savings to care for the kitten and help her. But there is only so far that can go as I also need to be able to afford gas, food, and furniture for the upcoming move (I'm going to start buying things soon so I can put it together and move my stuff prior to the official move date). I was trying to put off a full vet visit until sending the kitten in for a spay, but with her eye and the possibility of infection spreading to other cats, it can no longer wait.

I am shutting off this GFM as soon as I reach the goal. The vet said to budget for a little more than $300, between the base cost of a visit, FIV testing, rabies, and potential treatment for an Upper Respiratory Infection- assuming it's nothing too major. And I added a little more to what I am expecting because GFM does take a fee from donations.

If the kitten does end up being FIV+ we do have rehoming options available or I will find someone better suited to handle an FIV+ cat (either already having one of their own or a home with no pets).

I tried to take a video of the eye, but as you can imagine, a 3 month old kitten isn't the most keen on staying still, haha.

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Let me add in the breakdown as well, now that I think about it:

Base cost for my vet to see a new cat (even as a pre-established client with other cats treated there): $100

FIV testing: $40

Rabies (and other vaccines I may be missing I was unable to do myself): $35 - $45

And the vet recommended budgeting about $100 for medications depending on what they find (if she still has worms, if she has other parasites due to being outside untreated, if she has a URI like the current concern is): $100

The rest is tax, the % upcharge for using a card, and to negate the fees that GFM with-drawls from each donation.

[kisakis-boyfriend]

How about headcanons for Camboy AU Freminet who uses his helmet to hide his identity? What’s his online niche? Does he do private shows?? Is his username penguin related???

Pairings: None

Warnings: Sub/bottom!Freminet, adult Freminet, pillow humping, sex toys, overstimulation, camboy AU

I am unfamiliar with French unfortunately, but I came up with pingouindoré69 as a username :)

Lyney was the one to suggest tacking on the '69' at the end 😅

His niche is definitely oceanic themed sets/roleplays. Freminet has a small room reserved just for his cam shows, painted blue with minimal furniture so that he can easily set up props and backgrounds

I definitely think he'd want his shows to be incredibly immersive when he does roleplays and such

His roleplays are scenarios such as: A diver getting fucked by tentacle monsters. An unsuspecting adventurer being ravaged by all sorts of monsters and creatures; depending on which dildo Freminet or the viewers choose~

Freminet is also well known for using all sorts of strangely shaped dildos (dragon dicks, horse dicks, lawachurl dicks, toys with knots at the base, toys with varying textures such as bumps and ridges, all different sizes 'n colours)

Owns a whole collection of tentacle dildos (that both Freminet himself and his audience fucking adore~)

The thin pink tip slides up into the young boy's hole as he slowly lowers himself onto the toy. It's a perfect replica of a classic tentacle; reddish-pink and covered in suckers from top to bottom. If the slutty moans pouring from the boy's mouth mean anything, they must indicate that those suckers feel heavenly as each and every one drags against his walls while he inserts the length

He carefully bounces on the tentacle, working it deeper inside with every downward thrust. The inside of his helmet grew steamier as the show went on, bringing an uncomfortable film of moisture to his milky skin. After a few minutes, the thick base of the tentacle pressed against the boy's ass cheeks — the entire length of the toy filled him up and made a slight bulge in his little tummy. A sight that the viewers thoroughly enjoyed~

The boy's cock bobbed with each thrust, begging to be touched and release all of that sticky cum trapped inside. Alas, our camboy's generous viewers had donated enough mora to already meet tonight's special punishment goal — 50,000 mora for the little diver to ignore his dick, forbidden from touching it even once. And he was a very good boy, so he torturously obeys the goal, crying inside of his helmet throughout every anal-only orgasm

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Private shows are few and far between. Mainly reserved for special occasions, and even then the cost is rather steep. Freminet is just too shy to do one-on-one sessions often...but when they do occur? Ooohh baby–

The lucky viewer can request just about anything from him. Freminet won't remove his helmet and he sticks to his hard no's, but as long as your request is within his boundaries and capabilities, it's all fair game

They can bring out this boy's inner slut easily; making him degrade himself for their amusement. They can request that he use any number of the toys from his vast collection too

Make him stuff two monster dildos deep within his hole? Ask him to creampie himself with a fake cum pump inside of a massive tentacle toy? Request that he pinch his cute nipples and call himself “Daddy's little slut”?

Yep, Freminet will do it all~ If the viewer is kind enough to spend their mora on this private time with him, then they deserve a real treat!!

The viewers also fawn over his voice often. The echo from his helmet amplifies the abundance of whines, moans, and pleas that fall from his lips. His loyal viewers eat that up every time 💙

Freminet streams himself humping a pillow a couple times. Those shows quickly skyrocket in views, becoming some of his most popular streams

“Oh- oh gods...wa-wanna cum—!! ” The eager boy moans, thrusting wildly against his fluffy pillow. His head hangs low as overstimulation begins to kick in. Every 5,000 mora adds five more minutes to his humping session; every individual 10,000 mora donation delays his orgasm for just as long

Larger incremental donations mean that Freminet might do something such as calling himself a filthy whore (or whatever the viewer wants if they donate enough to add their own message), playing with his chest, or placing a vibrator underneath the pillowcase

Freminet's muscles ache as he's stuck grinding against the pillow for hours, his dick leaks clear precum everywhere. The fluid sticks to his lovely thighs with every drag against the pillow, and Freminet is left whining like an adorable whore the entire time

[vaporclan]

Mini Hiatus Coming! Starting August 2nd to (Unknown date)

So. My room needs a deep clean and some stuff replacing.

Tldr. I am disabled. I struggle to care for myself in general. I live off disability benefits. I spend all day bed rotting.

Last year I was extremely suicidal. I did not care for my room or myself at all. It got out of control and I'm still living in that room to this day, even though my mental state is WAY better nowadays (mainly thanks to this comic!)

Mold everywhere, flies, rotted food, Ive seen maggots, mites, all sorts. My carpet will need removing cuz its so moldy . I'm kind of sick of being covered in bugs and living in a room full of biohazards

I do not know how much this deep clean will cost - I am going to be replacing my floors and some furniture that's too far gone

This will mean whenever I start (when the new furniture and stuff arrive - so probably in a few days) I'll probably take a short break from the comic as cleaning makes my arms super tired - and in general I CANNOT get tempted to draw in this time else I'll never get this bloody room tidied lol

I have the money for what I need to buy, but the cost of it will have me drained until I get paid again in a couple weeks

I have my Patreon where you can support me so I can still afford food and other essentials after this 🙏

I will be working on scripts and writing even when I'm not drawing, and posting said scripts and page previews to Patreon in the meantime <3

I MAY try to make a teeny backlog for this time and schedule some pages, so I can continue posting throughout the hiatus (if I can get this done, the backlog will be posted to my Patreon too)

[xeonetrlight]

Silvaze Headcanons PT 3

So basically the idea is that I wanted to go over some headcanons that I had for some of the abilities for Blaze and Silver as well as some smaller headcanons for these two goobers

For Silver, I wanted to delve into how his psychic abilities affect him physically and mentally with each strain he places on his mind and body. Similar to Shadow, I think that Silver's bracers are almost like inhibitor bracers that prevent him from unlocking his full potential due to the massive strain they place on his mind and body when fully unlocked. I kinda see it as a leveling system where for each of the two bracers he removes he strengthens his already powerful abilities and gains two new ones to help him out. After the first bracer is removed, he gains the ability to become invisible but can only sustain it for around 5 minutes before he can't use it again. After the next bracer is removed, Silver is able to induce a hypnosis-like ability that helps him confuse and distract his foes. However, all these abilities come at a cost where they quickly tire Silver by causing aches and migraines to him.

2. For Blaze, I thought that she could explain how she is able to use her abilities where her body and lungs can absorb much more oxygen than any other mobians as her body can quickly intake massive amounts of oxygen and keep them stored for later similar to thermite reactions as they can steal oxygen from the surrounding environment to fuel their flames and keep themselves lit. However, if her lungs are targeted or the area is very low on oxygen, Blaze has to choose whether to use that oxygen for herself and store it or use it to create her flames and help her in combat. This helps explain why she is afraid of the sky because the high altitude will quickly rob her of air and prevent her from being able to use her powers 3. When it comes to Silver, I feel like a good mix of his IDW and Archie personalities would be where when on missions, he would be serious and no-nonsense but when with Blaze, he would be sweet and gentle with her, showing off a sweet side that only she and a few others get to see. 4. Sometimes Blaze lets her cat tendencies get the best of her where sometimes the furniture is covered in claw marks or when Blaze feels comfy, she makes biscuits on Silver's fur and especially his chest fur since she finds it so soft as she purrs up a storm.

[desertdollranch]

With Courtney joining the doll family, I had to make a place for her in the doll room, which is always a fun challenge to tackle. But I promised Caroline that the next AG doll to move in will take her place on the wall shelves. If that sounds like a punishment, I promise it isn't, because it's definitely an upgrade!

Caroline is one of four dolls who have their own little corner in my living room, furnished with their accessories and furniture. Josefina, Kaya, and Kirsten are the other three.

Longtime readers might remember when I built Caroline's parlor back in March of 2020. Newer readers will not, and maybe this is your first time seeing the parlor. It's modeled after the one in Caroline's original collection, only mine is bigger and more proportional, not to mention cheaper. I spent only about $10 on the supplies. Buying the real deal would cost at least $250.

I've furnished it with little bits and pieces I've either made or found secondhand. Nothing here is from her or any American Girl doll's actual collection.

This weekend I installed some new lace curtains on the window seat, seen at the right of the second picture. I previously had a single curtain with some pretty embroidery on it, but I love the romantic look of the lace and the tassels.

Because I have a bit of space left for it, I also brought in the clothes press!

This is also not AG brand, but a piece my grandpa built for me when I was 8 or 9. It's modeled after Felicity's clothes press from her retired collection. My mom always called it the tea cabinet because that's what she thought Felicity had in her collection, but I only ever used it to store the few doll clothes and accessories I had.

The top part is removable, and until now has been in Kirsten's room to hold her clothes. The bottom half with the drawers has held some of my Calico Critters extras. But with Caroline moving in, I really wanted her to have this gorgeous piece of furniture. Kirsten moved all her clothes into a new wooden trunk, which I'll show once I'm done painting it.

There's plenty of room for Caroline's dresses, even with the additional outfits I've sewn for her.

The top drawer holds her clothing accessories, like her shoes and bonnets. I made two pairs of her stockings and a pair of gloves. Her ice skates are also here. And the bottom drawer has her non-clothing accessories, all of which I've made, including her carpet bag, lantern, slate, lunch bag, and her father's ledger.

[borderlinereminders]

i feel like all the self care i see recomended costs money i don't have.

Hi anon,

I’ve definitely see a lot of “go to a spa” or “get a massage” recommendations and can see how it would feel that way. I hope you don’t mind me making some suggestions!

One of my first recommendations is a self-care box. While you can put purchased items in it, I also include things like printed screenshots of friends saying they love me, or photos, or even a detailed set of instructions to follow to ground myself. Here’s a post I wrote on making a self care box here.

Since self-care is different for everyone, I’d recommend looking at what it means for you. Keep in mind that this can change day to day as your needs change.

For some, self-care is being productive. It’s making a to-do list and/or scratching something off it. Maybe tidying up their space to feel less crowded.

Self-care can also be like the things you mentioned, but you can also have “do it at home” versions. Like face masks, bubble baths, etc.

Self-care can also be things like intentionally resting. Not just by accident, but by making an active choice to rest. Sit or lay down with the intent of resting. And/or do something you enjoy. Listen to a favourite song. Read a favourite book. Do something that you enjoy if you can.

Another form of self-care that I think is underrated is embracing your inner child. Here’s a piece I wrote on that.

I also think a form of self-care is creating your own safe space. This is an excerpt from another post I wrote:

“Do your best to set things up so that you will feel safe. This might mean surrounding yourself with people who feel safe, and doing what you can to make sure you aren’t going to have to interact with people who make you feel on edge. It might mean making sure you have comfort items nearby and in their best condition (for instance, if you have a favourite hoodie, make sure it’s clean and ready to wear). It might mean making an extra effort to turn your bedroom (or apartment, or car) into a safe space. This can especially apply if your bedroom or car look the same as they did when the trauma happened. Redecorating those spaces to look and feel different may help them feel more safe. Even if you’re in a different place, redecorating can be helpful to making that place feel more safe, often because it will feel like it reflects your style or just feels more like it belongs to you. Redecorating might mean moving things around, replacing things, removing things or adding new things. Your bed might feel much better with a change of sheets. It might help to add decorative items that cheer you up, or make you smile or laugh, or just make a distinctive change in the appearance of a place. Sometimes moving furniture can make a room feel like a completely new place, like changing the position of a dresser or turning your bed 90 degrees. “

I hope that you can find what works for you. And your form of self-care is valid even if it doesn’t follow traditional recommendations.

[villainsimpqueen]

The glows

Chapter Six.

Miles Quaritch x Cave Na'vi reader.

Amazing Art made by @nin3kyuu Shes also doing a giveaway on her instagram! Go check her out!!!

Grace did not hold over either of them. 

Eyesight captured each other's appearances abruptly as they stumbled from the opening door of the watchtower, the fluorescent lights burning one's eyes while aiding in the sight of another as they collided through the room. 

Quaritch backed himself away from the Na'vi woman as she hissed, baring her fangs, hands moved to shield her face as ears flexed out in directions. She lashed out those clawed hands ever so often and an array of clicking sounds left her lips causing the need to dive out of the way of office supplies flying in his direction.

“Easy! Easy!” He shouted at her his back colliding with the work desk as he watched her crouched down near the floor, she spoke through hisses and snarled words he did not mean as his own eyes moved around the room for a weapon. His gun being not insightful as the woman's snarls brought his attention back to her bracing her eyes behind those clawed hands. 

“Hold on..” 

“Just hold on.” 

He tried a new approach, as he kept to the walls watching her at all cost, not once removing her from his sight. His hand brushed across the wall until his finger pads hit the small rectangle he was aimlessly searching for, he lifted them and then pressed down with a soft click that not only he heard but the Na'vi woman as her ears flinched at the soft sound. 

Darkness surrounded them both now, as labored breathing bounced back and forth, the room only being alight by the pandora moon from the watchtowers window but being set aglow by the woman herself. 

He watched mesmerized as she moved her hands away from bright silver eyes, setting them palms down on the floor, her weight held by one of her knees as her other leg pushed out resting on the ball of her heel. Her eyes weren't the only alluring feature on her but her patterns circled and swirled onto her skin glowed brightly, freckled flecks shimmering with that illuminating glow, bright enough that it casted delicate light onto nearby furniture and clatter items on the floor near her. Hair pouring down from her head like a waterfall of swirls also seemed to have flecks of glowing sparkles as well as it came down to hide her chest. The only thing the woman wore was a lined skirt  with its material so thin and transparent her skin glowed from under it as brightly as the exposed skin of her arms. When realization dawned on him Quaritch coughed and tilted his head away. 

“See…easy..” He spoke out loud not for her but mostly for himself.

“Kare au e marama ki to arero.”  

The dawning of realization that neither could speak to each other fell on deafening silence and both found each other's eyes once more. 

Had he not been the one she believed Mother Ewyas guided her too, such invading and lingering eye contact would have gotten him a nasty lashing of her claws, Though Had he been one of her own, her own lingering gazes on his person would have resulted a lashing to her as well. 

His blue eyes landed on dark splotches that smeared over patches of her skin as her own gaze burned onto him and his clothes. 

Motor oil,plague disease covered her causing dirt leaves and other Debris to stick against her skin. 

Quaritch took a step and it caused her to bare those sharp fangs once again. 

“Easy.” He softly spoke only out of habit as he held his hands up to show he was of no harm as he kept taking slide steps towards the watch towers bathroom. 

silver star eyes clashing with sky blue eyes the entire time as he backed himself to the bathroom. Once inside he moved his eyes from the women to look around for a bowl only landing on a mining hard hat hanging on one of the hooks. He grabbed it and moved to the sink blindly reaching behind him to fill the hard hat with water as his eyes met hers once again. While she looked smaller crouched down, Quaritch knew she would tower him twice at full standing and no doubt three times as strong and he would rather not give her a reason to lunge at him.

She seemed to be on the same page as him, at least he believed as she barely removed her eyes from his only to swiftly glance around the watchtower's room to land back on him. Once he could feel the water overflowing from the hard hat with his palm he switched off the water bringing the hat around to the front of him water splashing against the sides and dripping slowly from micro holes in the hat but it held enough. Slowly leaving the bathroom he reached into his pants to pull a bandana from a pocket, the movement caused her to snarl at him once again.

“kei te aha koe?!”

“Easy..I aint gonna harm ya.” He pulled the cloth holding it up to her before moving it into the hard hat soaking it.  Before pulling it out, showing her the damp cloth.

“Ima give you this.” He pointed at her.

“So that you can get that oil off ya.” He brought the cloth to his arm and wiped it before putting it back into the makeshift bowl. 

She only stared at him and he only had to hope that she understood what he was trying to say as he bent down to place the dripping hat onto the floor and stood up using the toe of his boot to push it towards her. The water in it sloshing out as the hat glided towards her stopping before her with a puddle of water. 

“Shit…sorry..” 

But his words didn't matter as her hands grabbed the bandana which was so tiny in her hands when it was large on its own. She brought it to her skin soaking and washing away the oil and He turned his head to allow her some privacy.  Sounds of clicking came from her and a pleased noise of relief made him glance at her to see her dunking the cloth back into the hard hat and bringing the cloth back to wipe away the motor oil. 

How the woman got coated in it was a mystery to him but he could recognize relief on her alien features. 

His gaze moved to the now blackened water and he made a noise to gather her attention, silver eyes glittering on him once again.

“I'll get ya clean water.” He told her motioning for the bowl, watching how her eyes dipped down to stare at it before dropping the cloth back into the stained water. Her hand grabbed around the hat her fingers easily stretched against its length with ease only showing how easily it could be for her to crush a man's man's skull. With little force the hat was gliding back against the floor and sloshing dirty water over his boots as He crouched down to grab the bowl and take it back to the bathroom, dumping it in the toilet versus the sink and then filling it back up. He focused on trying to clean the bandana from the oil glancing at the mirror to watch her from his backside. Once filled he slid the hat back towards her watching as she this time caught it and picked it up moving as she sat along the floor to clean her legs, two tails fleeting behind her. He shifted his gaze from her, but he knew that she had to be part of that groups subspecies of navi he briefly encountered months ago. Questions came to him quickly.

Why was she in the mining operations?

What clan did she belong to? 

How did she get covered in oil?

What was she doing here? 

Does he report this? And if so, to whom? 

An oil stained and damped cloth smacked against the wall near his head making him jump and snap his head towards the woman who stared at him expectantly.

 “Ko wai koe?” She spoke purposely slowly to him, The Na'vi on her tongue so much thicker than the Omatikaya tongue. It had a slight richness that reminded him of the city unit he grew up with back on earth with his Pa and Momma before he joined the army and trandering city units. 

“Come again?” He asked, trying to hold back his frustration of not understanding a lick of what she was saying. 

She moved her hand to her chest. 

“Ko Tou Ingoaahau.” Her hands taped against her chest and then she moved them out towards him.

“Me to ingoa?”

“Oh I see.” He muttered as he moved, bringing a hand to his chest mimicking what she had done to introduce herself to him.

“Miles..Miles Quaritch.” 

Her ears flared outwards and he watched as they opened up like a moth's wings slightly fluttering at each  Syllable of his name. 

“Niles…rawritch.” 

The other mothers son bared his teeth at you, but it did not perceive as a threatening way or one in warning as he made a noise that was slightly higher pitch. You watched him carefully however, if he showed displays of aggression you will only show them back to him.

“Miles Quaritch.” He babbled in that strange strangle of noises of a language. 

“Niles. Orritck.” You repeated the words back to him watching how he shook his head

“okay..Okay let's work on one at a time yea…yea..” He blabbered out his strange sounds again before he moved his hands to his hips, one of his strange feet tapping on the ground.

“Mmmmm..” He started slowly and you watched his lips as they moved of the strange sounding words  “My llzs”

“Miles.” He announced it once again slower and you found his voice strange. 

“Miles..” You spoke slowly watching him bare his teeth more into a grin snapping his fingers and pointing at you.

“Yea, that's it..atta girl.”  as he babbled once more, seeming eager making you grace him with more of your teeth as well. 

“Now yours again.” The other mothers son, ‘miles’ spoke to you pointing his fingers at you. 

“‘ Y/n Aysara daughter of Eyvira.”’ You told him, watching him carefully as the grin fell. 

“...Gonna need a little more help there..” He babbled. 

“‘Y/n.”’ You told him slowly as he did with his name, It took him several more tries and you found yourself amused much like he had moments ago.

“Y/n..?” He said your name slowly as if it was stuck on the tip of his tongue rather than gliding off of it but it was close and you granted him a nod. 

You watched him nod back and glanced around the strange cave you found yourself in with him. He babbled out more of his language and you watched him sharply as he moved once again, staying away from you something you deem respectful, perhaps his culture was the same in cherishing one's vision. Seeing as he stayed at a distance from you even if the strange cave forced you both in each other's visual paths except for the small cubby he backed into to bring water to you. You watched as he moved warily towards his cave's strange decor and he moved to grab something that flashed with dull light in his hands. Though you could faintly see his hands through it, you listened to him babble some more.

“Let's see if this works okay, Y/n.?” 

You did not understand him but he had said your name again which made you perk your ears to him and tilt your head his way. 

“Can you understand me?” He babbled and you flinched as another male's voice started speaking, this time one of the people. How could that be? 

‘“Am i clear to you?’” 

You jolted your head to look around the cave for another you had not seen, but amongst the men's strange collection of things scattered around there was no one. 

“‘Who said that!?”’ You snapped turning to look at him. Another voice came suddenly. It was female and it babbled in his language.

“Who is speaking?!” 

‘Miles’ moved a hand up to you in that way he did to show he was of no threat. 

“Calm down, It's just us in here, I'm just speaking through this so we can understand each other.” He babbled and the thing he held flash before you heard the second male's voice.

‘’‘Settle low, Just us here, I speak through this so we know to each other.”’ 

You paused and looked at what he held in his hand before bringing your hand to your chest.

“‘You  hear me?”’ You asked him, feeling emotions bubbled up your chest and throat as the thing in his hand made its noises to him, you watched how his lips peeled back into a soft smile as he spoke into and with the thing he held.

“‘Yes, I hear you.”’ 

This wasn't how he thought his night shift would go. He had expected a night sitting alone messing around with his holo-tablet and  periodically walking around the Mining operations site. Not sitting across a destroyed room his back against a wall facing a Na'vi woman across from him hsing the tablet translation app to have a half assed conversation. Yet that was exactly what he was doing. The Na'vi, Y/n has made herself comfortable near the door sitting on her knees as they both relied on the tablet to speak butcherly to one another. 

He asked his questions and she answered, adding on her own.

When he had asked ‘how did you get here?’ She had responded with ‘Eywa showed me the way.’

‘Where do you come from?’ was met with the very vague and equally puzzling ‘The glows.’ 

“The glows?” He asked typing in her answers in a note document on his tablet. 

He listened to her thicken Na'vi tongue and the tablet relied on what was probably a glitched out response to what she said. 

“My home.” 

Miles simply typed into his tablet her answer.

Y/N 

Stange Na'vi subspecies, four ears, two queues, two tails, normal amount of arms and legs. 

Her stripes glow and cast dim lighting. 

silver's eye and light affects them ... .Blindness? Perhaps nocturnal like the Night Na'vi. 

Got into the operations site, got into the watchtower.

Region- The glows whatever the hell that is. 

“Why did you come here y/n?” He asked the question that was eating him and looked through the hologram screen at her. Watching how her face flashed emotions onto it as she looked at him with a look that was convinced, no that she believed what she was going to say. 

“Hei kimi i a koe” 

The tablet flashed her words in English as the Ai spoke the translated words.

“To find you.” 

He raised a brow and looked at her staring into those silver eyes with his one iced blue ones.

“Why?” 

Your ears twitched as the tablet translated what he spoke back to you and you shifted moving your hands as you spoke.

“Hei whakaako i a koe ki nga huarahi o te iwi penei i a Eywa e muhumuhu mai ana ki ahau.”

His eyes moved from hers back to the tablet reading the translation before the Ai had a chance to speak it.

‘To teach you the ways of the people like Eywa whispers to me’

You had left at dawn before the pandoras sun rose and he had watched you from the watchtowers window as you moved towards one of the mining machines finding one of the holes the drills had dugged ages ago deep into the pandora crust. There you had vanished and when he rushed down the steps and flashed a flashlight down the hole he was met with darkness. 

He had not asked you why him.. Out of everyone on the base, why it was him you felt so sure to have to teach but rather the question of how you were going to teach him. 

He only got a few words translated from the tablet before moving and pounded on the door with the rush words of ‘home’ coming across the screen and he hurried to open the door before you freaked out once more. 

But one sentence still burned into his head as he clocked out of his shift and headed back to his unit where Paz was still most likely asleep in their bed.

He should really go to Dr.Augustine about this, a new subspecies of Na'vi pops up and she and her research team would be better trained and prepared to make contact and communicate to them, to you. But the thought of telling the doctor did not sit right on his shoulders. 

You had come to him, even if he did not believe your whole Eywa guided you story, You found him, not the doctor. 

You had talked to him while skeptical at first like himself that skepticism turned into a rush of excitement as the barrier block between you two was lessened. 

He should follow RDA protocol and report this. Put it out of his hands and simply follow his job, but you had told him how you expected to teach him. 

‘Sneak you to the glows.’ 

And after seeing you vanished into an old drill hole, Quaritch had a rough idea now where The glows were. 

And he had a tendency to have a thrill of learning things the hard way rather than discovering things the easy way.

—

Translations

Kare au e marama ki to arero- I do not understand your language 

Ko wai Koe?- Who are you?

Ko tou ingoaahau (Ingoa ahau)- I am yourname. (Your name.) 

“me to ingoa?” - and your name?

Hei kimi i a koe- To find you

Hei whakaako i a koe ki nga huarahi o te iwi penei i a Eywa e muhumuhu mai ana ki ahau.- To teach you the ways of the people like Eywa whispers to me

[bullet-prooflove]

LA!Series Part One: Relax - Manny x Reader

Tagging: @crazy4chickennuggets @kmc1989 @withakindheartx @darqchilddaydreamz @theesirenteller @wnbweasley @bonni-98 @skyesthebomb @delightfulbelieverwerewolf @redpool @trublu2u @fleureeee @yezzyyae @jeybae @thiashazzywriting @lauraaan182 @hatersaremymotivators @fanfic-n-tabulous @ravennaortiz @just-a-throw-away @yousigned-upforthis

LakeTahoe!Series:

Part One: Black Bear Lodge - Your life changes when you meet Manny at Black Bear Lodge.

Part Two: Something Special (NSFW) - Manny gives you a night like no other.

Part Three: Goodbye - You and Manny say goodbye after spending the weekend together.

Postcards: Manny recieves a surprise in the mail.

It’s over a four-hour ride to L.A. Manny’s arranged to stay a couple of days with you before he needs to be in Santo Padre to discuss the pipeline deal with Bishop. It’s become clearer over the past few weeks that Canche has been subsidising his income with club funds. They’re missing a massive portion of cash and that means they can’t buy into the pipeline.

On the drive up he starts to think of it as a blessing in disguise because it allows him to think outside the box, to consider other options. He wants more for Yuma, he wants better, safer options for his brothers, ones that won’t result in prison or a bullet. Santo Padre has been heading that way for a while, they have links to the community, they work with legitimate businesses, their income is clean and constant. Manny wants to emulate that.

He’s exhausted by the time he makes it to your suite; he uses the key you’ve left for him down at reception. It’s a little past ten pm and the day has taken its toll on him. He’s been up since six getting Melina ready for school and dealing with club business, all he wants is to sooth his aching muscles in a red-hot bath.

The lights are dimmed when he steps inside. He removes his boots by the door before padding quietly into the bedroom. They’ve gone all out this time; he thinks as he pauses for a second surveying the view from the window. In the distance he can see the San Gabriel Mountains silhouetted against the night sky.

Everything about this room screams indulgence, the well-made luxury furniture, the dark wood floors, the gourmet snacks in the minibar. It piques his curiosity because he knows you’re getting by on a freelancer’s wage, and he can’t imagine that any magazine would put you up in a place like this, no matter how good your work is.

He finds you in the bathroom, soaking in a tub that large enough to fit another two people inside. You have a glass of whiskey in your hand, classical music serenading you from the Bluetooth speaker in the mirror. You watch as he undresses, his dark eyes fastening on yours as his clothes fall into an untidy pile at his feet. You shift forward and he slips in behind you, the water raising over his weary bones. He exhales at the sensation, sinking low. You lean back against this chest, placing the whisky glass in his hand and he sighs because as relaxed as he is right now, he can’t shake that niggling feeling that this is all to good to be true. He lips brush over your temple, his cheek coming to rest upon your hair as he says.

“I need you to tell me why we’re here tonight because I know that neither of us can afford a suite with a mountain view.”

“It’s comped.” You tell him, tilting your head up so you can meet his gaze.

“Not by your magazine.” He murmurs, his thumb ghosting along the line of your jaw. “These rooms cost nearly two grand a night.”

“No.” You whisper as his lips brush over yours. “A private collector wants to buy my photographs, they’re exhibiting at the Hive Gallery tomorrow, this trip is his way of wooing me.”

“Will you sell?” Manny asks and he feels you smile against his mouth.

“I’m donating them to Arts+Practice, they have a lot of great art programmes for kids in the foster system.” You tell him as he graces your skin with a featherlight kiss. “He thinks he has four days to chance my mind.”

He grins because you, you are just full of surprises.

“I’m sleeping with a hustler.” He murmurs before he kisses you properly.

There’s a softness in it, a tenderness that he reserves only for you. You sigh at the sensation and it’s a noise of contentment, one that he feels in the very depths of his soul because now he knows the truth he can actually relax. He tips his head back and closes his eyes, the water washing over him as the fatigue overtakes him.

“I’m tired tonight.” He tells you, his voice drowsy as your head comes to rest in the crook of his neck.

“Me too.” You mumble. “All that travelling is starting to catch up with me.”

It changes things. If this was supposed to be about sex you would have kicked him out by now or at least made a move, but you haven’t. It means you’re as comfortable with this shift as he is. This thing between you it was always more, this is just your way of acknowledging it. He knows guys who would drive almost three hundred miles for pussy but there’s not many who would do it just to spend the night sleeping next to their lover.  

That’s how the evening ends, you and him curled up in a bed that costs more than your annual salary, his face buried in the curve of your throat as he holds you close.

It’s the best night’s sleep he’s had in a long time.

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[koifrog]

I’m approaching 27 which means that we are now in this unexpected period of life where we need to replace all of our “good enough for now” things that we got super cheap (or free from family) when we first started living on our own. I am realizing that it is VERY difficult to get rid of things, not just from an emotional attachment standpoint but also:

“Well it technically DOES still work even if it’s unpleasant and falling apart” (especially applicable to ugly/uncomfortable furniture)

“We don’t have to get rid of it, we can always repair it” (it is literally broken and falling apart)

“Wouldn’t it be Bad and Consumeristic to just throw something away that isn’t actually broken just because I want a new one?” (this one plagues me)

“Getting a New Thing would be way too expensive” (hasn’t even checked the price of a replacement, I absolutely can afford it but it would cost more than $50)

Even when I’ve fought through those arguments (which is very hard to do considering these are things I learned while growing up during the 2008 recession and struggling financially due to severe illness and death in the family when I was young) and come out the other side determined to actually replace something, a new issue arises. “How am I going to get rid of the old thing?”

“I can’t donate this because it’s broken or stained”

“I want to sell this but this requires a lot of energy that I don’t have (photographing the item, pricing the item, posting an ad for the item, sorting through offers for the item, arranging pickup for the item, possibly even shipping the item)”

“I want to throw this away but it’s too large to put in the garbage so it must go on the curb and I don’t know the protocol for that”

“I want to throw this away but it’s too large to put in the garbage and too broken to give away so it must go to the dump and I don’t have a vehicle I can use to take this there so I will need to reach out to family for help”

“I want to throw this away but I’m not sure how to do so in an Environmentally Friendly way”

This sort of situation is a nightmare for my mentally ill mind, and it results in me simply giving up and putting up with keeping the shitty item I know I want to replace and repeating the same excuses to myself to justify it enough that I don’t break down in frustrated tears every time I look at the thing I’ve been wanting to get rid of for months.

I’m sick of it though. I am tired of having to put up with being stuck with something I don’t like just because it’s not “bad enough” to justify going through the stress of removing from my life. I am tired of living with these things that I want to get rid of taking up the space I want to give to something new that I do love that I picked out myself on purpose. I am tired of my own happiness not being a good enough reason to justify doing something difficult or inconvenient. I am approaching 30. I don’t want to live the next decade of my life like I’ve lived the first two, just dealing with what’s been given to me and not saying no, incapable of removing things I don’t like to make space for things I do.

[mercurygray]

✅install new doorbell and remove old one ✅unbox books and all other earthly possessions ✅sell unwanted furniture on fb marketplace to recoup cost of new desk 💰💰💰 ✅ begin making appointments to get quotes for next big project ➡️write thank you notes ➡️new to me dresser ➡️relax :)))))

[rideboomindia]

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 Courier and parcel services have become a fundamental part of our day-to-day life and with the rise of many parcels business or real estate sector e-commerce, local businesses, and food delivery, furniture the demand for quick and efficient removal services has increased. The courier and parcel and removal market in India experienced significant growth after the pandemic.

 Now with the RideBoom app you not only can book taxis and bike rides, but you can also now able to book a small delivery or removal truck.

                                  How This Works

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You will get the fare estimate on the app that is included the waiting and loading unloading time.

2.   Tap on book now and you able to see the nearest available drivers and the estimated time of the arrival.

3.   You can track the progress of your delivery and will get the fare in the end you can pay cash or pay in the app to the driver.

  At this stage, the RideBoom delivery truck service is available only in tri-city and very soon the service will be added to more cities.

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[lacependragon]

Hi! What mods do you have on your Stardew Valley modded game ?

Hi! Thank you so much for the interest.

There are currently 237 folders in my mods folder. I'll try to stick to only the ones that I've mentioned or taken screenshots of.

Those ones are:

Tractor Mod

Questable Tractor

Ridgeside Village

Seasonal Outfits for Ridgeside Village

Stardew Valley Expanded

Seasonal Outfits with Slightly Cuter Aesthetic for Expanded

Seasonal Outfits with Slightly Cuter Aesthetic for base Stardew Valley

East Scarp

A New Dream (for East Scarp)

Bachelors Stay Friends

Bean's Pet Overhaul

ClownCore

Elle's Seasonal Buildings

Elle's Cuter Coop Animals

Elle's Cuter Barn Animals

Elle's Cuter Cats

Elle's Cuter Dogs

Elle's Grass Replacement

Fievel Goes to East Scarp

Gwen's Doghouses

Gwen's Paths

Integrated Minecarts

Jasper NPC (for East Scarp)

Juliet & Jessie (I genuinely love both of these ladies so much I'm never removing this mod)

Lily's Rustic Tractor Garage

Mr Ginger

SD's Mushrom Dig Spot

Seasonal Vanilla UI

Jorts and Jean

Better Shipping Bin

Bigger Backpack

Always Raining in the Valley (for East Scarp)

AlwaysHay

Better Chests

Demetrius on the Spectrum

Dynamic Night Time (which works everywhere except Sophia's farm and I do not know why)

Forage of Ferngill (I love collecting and wandering, so this is perfect for me)

Grandpa's Tools (I love how broken down they look before you start upgrading them, and the colour changes to the fishing bar make it easier for me to fish)

Immersive Farm 2 Remastered

HappyBirthday

Jean and Jorts SVE Compatibility Patch

Marry Morris

Part of the Community

NPC Map Locations

Place Furniture Outside

Polyamory Sweet (this is FUN I love that the bed changes is built into the mod)

Random Slimes

Ring Overhaul

Visit Mount Vapius

Cape Stardew

Downtown Zuzu (the requirements of this one are tricky, but I figured it out)

Visible Fish

Xiddav's Little Red School House (dunno if it'll work, but it's cute)

UI Info Suite 2 (only on Github)

Various Coal Ores + Extras

Ore Increase V3 (I hate mining. A little help is appreciated)

CBJ Cheats Menu (for occasional assistance)

NoClip (a must)

Adoption Prices (lets you change the cost of pets)

Darkroom Portrait Shop

Lasting Conversations

Ranch Expansion

Marnie Deserves Better

Penny Expanded

Romanceable Rasmodius SVE

Rodney O'Brien (for East Scarp)

The Geology Mod (expands the museum. So cool)

Automate

[bonniebird]

Roman Godfrey x Reader  

Requested by Anon

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Request: Anonymous asked: Hi I don’t know if you write about Hemlock Grove anymore but I was wondering if you could do headcannons/fanfic of Roman Godfrey X reader but the reader is a wheelchair user? It’s ok if you can’t or don’t want to

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Roman most likely met you at an event for work. He would have been polite but not overly interested, he does hate events after all.

After bumping into you a few times he would have asked you outright about your wheelchair. Limitations, difficulties and, if he thought you had a good sense of humour, he would have absolutely asked a few sex questions.

Roman would have all the buildings he owned made wheelchair accessible. It wouldn’t be something that he thought of before dating you but now that he is, he has realised that none of his buildings have accessibility. Not even White Tower.

At first, Roman is very bad at picking out places for your dates, however, as your relationship goes on the two of you work together to find great accessible places to hang out.

The first date Roman takes you on is at a busy, crowded nightclub, it’s where he would normally take a date. After that, he begins to be more conscious of if a place is suitable.

You have a sneaking suspicion that Roman may be using his millions to buy out places you want to visit and having accessible furniture and equipment installed so that you can visit but he won't admit it.

Roman is very much a “throw enough money at the problem it’ll go away” kind of person so there isn’t any issue with cost. If your wheelchair broke, you needed a car that fit your wheelchair or anything similar he had it covered even if you hadn’t asked him to.

The one thing he would not be willing to move on is White Tower and Dr Pryce. Any time you were at White Tower or saw Dr Pryce he would offer all sorts of medical supplies, surgeries etc. Roman will always react badly if you mention him.

It will take a lot for Roman to admit he doesn’t like Pryce, he doesn’t like the things he does and he’s only acquaintances with him out of necessity. He would warn you to stay away from Pryce and hint at the experiments that Pryce has offered him on your behalf, none of them ever sound ethical.

If the relationship develops further Roman will introduce you to Shelly, maybe even taking you to the family dinners he has with her.

He will at all costs keep you away from his mother and if she has anything negative to say about you, he will take your side and have her removed or leave regardless of if you are with him or not.

Roman tags:

@gillybear17

@ravennoore14

@the-caravello-post

@killing-gremlin

@aegonandaemondtargaryenslut18

@lchufflepuffcorn

@savagemickey03

@kaitieskidmore1

[myhauntedsalem]

Big Nose Kate, The Shady Ladies and The 1880’s Bordellos

In 1881, Tombstone, population of around 5000 inhabitants, supported 110 saloons and fourteen 24 hour gambling halls. It is no wonder that “the red light women” or The Shady Ladies (Big Nose Kate pictured at left, seated, and sister, standing. Older Kate right, below.) practicing the world’s oldest profession, were among the first to arrive, and the most welcomed, in the mining camp.

Some of the women were part-time entertainers, hoping to strike it rich; some enjoyed their work, while others did it just for the money. For most, it was the only avenue to survival. The more acceptable trades for women, such as seamstress, cook or laundress, paid only the lowest of wages. Without a man to take care of her, a woman’s choice was often that of scandal or suicide. Though considered by most to be sinful, these women chose survival and were proud, rugged, and independent.

An attractive, pleasant woman soon learned that she could name her price. Some worked at local theatres and dance halls. The older and less attractive women worked on the street, in the saloons where they were paid a percentage for caging drinks from the customers, or in the cribs.

Prostitution was legal in Tombstone as long as the proper city license for the business of “House of Ill Fame” was purchased. Revenue collected from the sale of these licenses was, for many years, the sole source of financial support for Tombstone’s schools. Although considered to be a profession of sin, large contributions helped to build area churches, and during times of illness, the parlor houses not only housed the sick, but the girls provided their care. (Madame Blonde Marie at left)

A crib, consisting of one room, approximately 10×8, constructed from rough lumber with a tin roof, was the worst place to work. To ensure that her customers could find her, the woman’s name was painted on the door. The cribs were rented to prostitutes at a price of $3 per day, payable in advance. The rooms were sparsely furnished and arranged for a quick turnover. The customer removed only his hat! The customers were miners, laborers, soldiers, and a very few cowboys, as Tombstone was a mining camp. On payday it was not unusual for a girl to entertain as many as 70 men. Disease, alcoholism and drug addiction were her destiny. The fees were typically: Chinese, Negro, Indian 25 cents Mexican 50 cents French 75 cents American $1.00.

The parlor houses were of various designs, however, all required PAYMENT IN ADVANCE and posted the sign SATISFACTION GUARANTEED OR MONEY REFUNDED. Due to local restrictions, the parlor houses were located in the same area as the cribs. In sharp contrast, the parlor houses were furnished with carved furniture, red velvet drapes, full length mirrors, exotic paintings, and deep soft rugs. Most were two stories.

The first floor was usually a saloon where drinking, dancing, and gambling took place. These customers were served by young, attractive maids and a uniformed butler. The girls would line up for the customer to make his choice. The madam was paid and the man escorted upstairs to one of the elaborately and lavishly decorated private rooms. The standard fee was $10; overnight cost up to $30. Young women of exceptional beauty and older women with special skills or well known passionate ability demanded higher prices. The madam took half of the girls’ fees as well as $5-$20 room and board per week depending on the times.

During the California gold rush, the brass or bronze check for the house came into use. It was the standard token. The check was purchased from the madam and presented to the girl who would cash in the checks for payment. Each house accommodated between 5 and 30 girls who could make up to $150 per week. In comparison, miners made only $3 for a 12 hour shift!

The hours of operation were noon to daybreak, and the girls got 1 day a week off. Huge profits were made from the sale of beer, whiskey, wine, and champagne. The competition was fierce. Most madams allowed their girls to pass out business cards with the girl’s name and the house’s address. Others were allowed to sell nude photos of themselves in unusual poses. Most were known only by nickname, both to protect their families and in the hopes of marrying respectably in the future.

[222-justfornow-333]

We don’t have a home anymore, despite the signed contract agreement that made the house ours. We had an attorney that was supposed to halt the eviction, but suddenly disappeared and left us out for the birds. It’s really the landlord’s son who ended our stay at the house. He had the workers stuff our belongings in black garbage bags and toss them out to the street, breaking some things in the process, despite the officer telling me to my face when I was in panic, “We are professionals and will be careful with your items.”

One of the things that blew me away is that my dad (now battling cancer) volunteered as a first responder during our time here, and yet many in the neighborhood stopped by with comments or made fun of us, and what I think I understand is that because they know that we are artists and were always making the exterior of the house look pretty and well kept, they felt high enough to insult or make fun of our situation.

From overnight to the next day, frantically hustling and carrying/dragging our belongings, even bigger than us such as furniture and whatever was left of our stuff into a couple of moving trucks, the landlord’s son also called the cops on us multiple times since we had our “trash” on the property. He did this anyway even after watching us in the direct sun, going without eating, or taking breaks for several hours, desperate to collect our things and bring them off the property to safety in the midst of his request for the Town Garbage to dispose of our belongings. Literal blood, sweat, and tears were shed that day. He destroyed a lot of furniture that I remember taking a few years for my parents to save up for. I will never forget the sound my grand piano made when I watched it be lifted into the air and drop, shattering inside that larger dump truck. We suffered bruises, scratches/cuts (due to anonymous sharp items we couldn’t see in many bags), bug bites, poison ivy, and sunburns. We are even getting sick (such as testing positive for covid) due to going and sleeping at hotels to motels, inns, etc.

In November, the landlord’s son sent workers to remove/destroy our own plants, rare shrubs, self-built wooden planters, and other of our wood framing to “clean up” the yard. He also had them destroy and take down our fence that we built too, which was supposed to enhance my brother’s safety, as he can’t help himself suffering from Asperger’s/autism. The house was poorly constructed, in which my Dad (battling cancer), has been making improvements and repairs to the house throughout the years. The lease shows that we were on a “pay to own” plan, which we've already invested for around 15 years... We paid out of pocket and were very rarely compensated to fix any issues with the house, but kicked out anyway…

At this point, I am not looking to cover the cost to replace what was ruined or lost, but we are running out of resources, going from motels to hotels, while struggling to pay for storage, as well as any other form of shelter.

Unfortunately, we live in a relatively expensive part of New York, and it would be a lot of gas to inspect houses and meet with real estate agents, including bringing our things from the storage units to the new location even if we found a more affordable, well built house in another state. I would especially like my little sister to continue her education here as well, but the market for homes here aren’t in a very sparing range.

Since middle school, it was always my biggest dream and concern to buy a house for my family; in fear that something like this would happen. I have tried so hard to find ways to make it happen, but around where I live, these corporations are either not hiring, or I am believed to be inadequate for the job, even though I applied to many fields I’ve had experience and felt confident in.

I would like to secure a final place for my family. FULLY paid off. No longer needing to worry about the greed and control from heartless and unconcerned landlords, like the many years ago growing up, and now.

Your help and contribution is abundantly appreciated.

-Rachel ( aka MW ) ❤️❤️❤️

[tremendousconnoisseurgardener]

Ruthless! Player

A Poppy Playtime AU.

Author’s Note: Hello everyone. Sorry if you get confused at the start of this chapter, I tried to make the Player have a dream while they were fainted. This chapter will be divided in two parts

Warnings!

This fics will have sensitive topics:

PTSD

Death

Blood

Gore

Swears

Consumption of alcohol and smoking

If you do not like any of these topics, you are free to leave. Have a nice day/night.

Chapter 2-1: Fly in A Web

**/**/1957

Player was walking through a military camp, located near the shore of a forest towards the sea. Player was a young soldier back in the day, leader of a platoon to be more exact, they were called by their superior to get a new mission. Along the path towards the tent of the Major, other soldiers could be seen relaxing or playing some cards, it even looked like they were on a vacation. Soon, Player met their superior in the tent.

“I’m here, Major.” Player saluted the, rather old, man

“Glad to see you again, soldier. I’ve got a mission for your team.” The Major explained “The mission is to infiltrate and destroy a nenemy base deep in the forest, that area contains anti-aircraft guns, it would help our air support.”

“That seems simple.”

“Nothing is simple around here. That base is full of traps, the trees have been used as camouflage for ambushes from the enemy, and many of our troops have been attacked. But, I know that your team has enough experience to complete the mission, the army would be honored by your bravery.”

“I…” Player didn’t know what to say, their entire team could win medals if they succeeded, but it could cost a lot of lives. But the persuasion of the Major got the best of them “I’ll do it Major, count on me!”

Player exit the tent and went to meet with their team. There they told about the new mission, although the thought of getting condecorations was great, the danger of the task given was very worrying.

“Uhm, Captain.” A soldier approached them, he was the second in command and a friend of Player, David Campbell. He was a rather thin individual, although physically weaker he was fast and more observant “can we talk, in private?”

David dragged you to a location far from the group

“Look, I know it’s tempting, but I don’t think it’s a good idea. I saw the bodies of the guys who tried to attack that enemy base, they were all fucked up!” He said.

“I know David, but look at the chance that we have, to be honored by the military! Not only that, but the enemy forces are getting weaker, maybe by destroying that base, it can help us do a finishing blow on the army.” Player said. David couldn’t argue with them, after all, they wouldn’t listen, something typical when they were younger.

The platoon packed their equipment to begin the mission, soon they were entering deep inside the forest, who knows what dangers they might encounter?

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Player slowly woke up from this strange nap, they were laying on the floor of that vintage looking room, where Poppy was located.

“Ugh… why did I dream about that?” They looked around and saw that the box where Poppy was kept, is now empty. Not only that, but her voice echoed inside their head while they were passed out, telling them to *Wake Up* “Great, now another toy for me to deal with.”

They exited the room and went to the corridor. Although the place was the same, all the furniture contained in that area were all piled up and blocking Player’s path, removing those things were almost impossible for someone in that age. Player tried to find another exit, until they saw a white door at the corner of the area, it was out of place compared to all the vintage aesthetics. They opened it up and another hallway was lying ahead, they also noticed the amount of blood splattered on the ground, seemingly coming from destroyed… toys…

Player went through the corridor and saw an intersection at the end of it, a red door with a golden sign written *Ellito Ludwig* laid in front of Player, there were two different paths to take. On the left side, there was a gate which would only open when the panels with handprints were powered back, on the right side there was a large hole in the ground which was impossible to jump across.

“Well, what now?” Player looked on the ceiling of the right path and noticed a metal bar hanging on it, they shot the Gran-Pack hand which held on to the bar, although the plan was dumb, it was their only chance “here we go!” They ran as fast as they could, swinging across the sink hole and landing on the other side “that wasn’t so bad.” It seemed like a dead end, only with a Huggy Wuggy cardboard cut out, but they were able to find behind them another white door barricaded with colorful barrels.

Inside there was a key for the red door. Back to the starting place, Player opened up the red door and entered Elliot Ludwig’s office. There wasn’t much to do in there, so without much of a choice, Player tore down a poorly fastened ventilation grid and went inside the narrow space. There they got themselves inside a room with energy generators, it was clear they had to turn them on.

Just then, a box fell from a high place, the sound that caused when it crashed on the ground made Player jump in fear and quickly got their weapon ready to shoot. But got surprised when they saw the one behind the falling box, it was Poppy

“Oops! Sorry about this, I didn't mean to scare you.” Player lowered the gun seeing that she wasn't a threat.

“What are you doing up there?” They asked, Poppy was on top of a small cat walk.

“I was only trying to turn the power back on.” She revealed an outlet behind her, with that, Player was able to restore the energy back. “Uhm, I want to thank you for freeing me, I was trapped in there for so long. Now let’s go, there’s a train nearby, we need a code to access it.” The doll was entering a ventilation system

“Hey! I got some questions for you. What the hell happened here? Where 's everyone? Why was there a giant killing toy?!” Poppy was hesitant on answering those questions

“You will get those answers soon, but now, you need to help me so that I can help you. We'll meet back at the office.” Player sighed in annoyance but agreed anyway, entering back to the Same passage. Poppy entered the small ventilation system.

Back at Ludwig’s office, Player saw the doll peeking out of a small opening. “Hey, up here! I can see you~” She giggled, Player just rolled his eyes “I should be able to follow you through the fence, this way.”

Player was back at the intersection and went through the left path,where the closed gate was located. Two panels with a red and blue glowing handprint were now on, they used the Grab-Pack hands and unlocked the fence, the only obstacle on their way was a larger and seemingly bottomless hole.

“It’s bigger than I thought…” Player knew they had to swing across the pit to the other side, the problem is if they will be able to “let’s do this… I guess.” The Grab-Pack hand was tightly gripping the metal bar, Player ran towards the bottomless hole and jumped over it, swinging over the dark depths. But the hand was extended to its limit near the end of the jump, making it retract back to the Grab-Pack, thus making Player almost fall down the abyss. Luckily, they got to the other side, the landing was far from perfect, but at least they were alive “damn… i'm too old for this shit”

Player got up from the ground and continued down the path that led to another white door. Opening it up, they saw Poppy standing in front of a large hole and three big doors as well that were shut down.

“There you are!” Player approached the doll “are you going to answer my questions or what?”

“Listen… I know you are confused about all of this, but I need you to trust me-“ Poppy was cut when a pink arm stretched out of the pit and grabbed the doll, she screamed as the dark enveloped her.

“Shit!” Player looked down the dark abyss, the only way to get there is by… jumping “ohhh, the things that I do for my son.” With a deep breath, they jumped down the hole.

Their eyes were closed but soon opened when they landed on something smooth and made out of plastic, it was actually a slide. The slide brought them in front of another gate, *Game Station* was written on a sign in the shape of a little cartoon train resting right on top of the metal door. On the left there was a power station, Player promptly turned the energy back on and was able to open the gate.

There lay another hallway, in the end there was a passage locked by another metal gate, fortunately it could be opened by using the red hand on another handprint panel. But when the artificial hand was extended, something got in its way, grabbing onto the object and ripping it from the Grab-Pack.

“Oh Look! A new playmate!” The culprit, another giant toy, descended from above leaving the shadows and revealing themselves. It moved like a spider, they looked humanoid, their body was pink, hair as well, and their arms and legs stretched like bubblegum. Green eyes stared at you as the creature smiled.

Player grabbed their rifle and pointed at the creature, frantically backing away, but they didn’t get really far, since the gate was now closed again.

“Isn’t this exciting?” The creature laughed

“Where’s the doll!” Player shouted

“Miss Poppy? Well, Mommy heard that she would give the train code for you to escape. Now how is that fun?” She laughed “instead, let’s make a game out of it! The GameStation is still working, it will be just like old times.”

“I don’t like this, freak”

“If you win all three games, you will get the code. You are going to have so much fun! Head to Musical Memory and Mommy will get things started.” The creature slowly approached Player “Also. Obey the rules. Or I’ll tear you apart and eat your insides while still alive.” With a maniacal laugh, she scurried away into the shadows.

The closed gate started to open, leading Player to a gigantic room. The lights were turned on and it showed an area full of seesaws, slides and swings for the children. Player saw a cardboard cut out of the same creature that they encountered earlier, her name was written on it

“Mommy Long Legs?” The name was very interesting for Player “alright “Mommy” let’s see what you got.

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(To be continued)

Chapter 0

Chapter 1

Chapter 2-1