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The Demon of Destruction || 18+

Synopsis: For the first night of the "Make Heeseung jealous" pact, you spend it with the devil incarnate, Park Sunghoon.

Pairings: detective!Sunghoon × fem!reader

Warnings: Smut minors Dni, dildo use, ab riding, swearing, use of aphrodisiac, mention of alcohol slightly drunk reader, fem!reader, p in v, rough sex, degradation, praise, mention of cheating, creampie, dom!Hoon, reader is called 'angel' and 'sweetheart', overstimulation

A/N: bonjour my babies. This is the first installment of the Lucifer series and I seriously cannot wait to start writing Jayeun's next. Also I am shit at writing riding I realised that whilst writing this so pardon me if you cringe Ii

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If there was one thing that Park Sunghoon would never have expected to ever happen to him, it was taking one of his best friend's wife to his home with the sole objective of luring her to his bed. Although he didn't have any objection towards it, it was rather peculiar now that he thought about it.

Glancing out the corner of his eye, Sunghoon caught sight of how eerily calm you were. Any other woman would have been biting her lips until they bled. Or perhaps making conversation with him at that point.

But no, you were just...silent, devoid of sound, as if you were a creature mute and deaf.

"If you don't want to go ahead with the plan anymore I'm fine with that." Sunghoon offered, snapping you out of your daze. The bourbon had a greater effect on you than you had thought.

"What—no, of course not." You said, looking at him for the first time since you climbed into his car, "Why would you think that?"

Sunghoon considered you for a while before answering. "No reason, angel."

The nickname made butterflies erupt in your stomach.

Heeseung used to call you angel too.

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"Welcome to my humble abode." Sunghoon whistled, opening the door of the cozy looking house for you. Your expectations of what his house would have looked like, was far different from the house you were standing in now. It was...homelier than you had expected.

"Are you sure you're not married?" You jested, taking off your coat, handing it off to Sunghoon, who hung it up at the door along with his own, "Any sensible woman would be all over this house, and you of course."

"As I said, I'm not that interested in a wife yet." Sunghoon said, guiding you to a small kitchen island, you had to squint in order to see your way through the dimly lit house.

"A drink for the lady?" Sunghoon offered, opening up a cupboard, "I've got whiskey, bourbon, and—" he stopped to look up at you and smirk, "—some special wine."

"What's so special about it?" You leaned against the counter, trying hard to look at him with seducing eyes, "Is it from France?"

"Jake got it for me." Sunghoon popped off the cork of the bottle with a quirk sound, "Apparently it's supposed to work in getting people..ahem-" he looked down, "Into the mood."

Aphrodisiac, you thought, you remembered Heeseung telling you about it once. He had wanted to buy some, before you scolded him, telling him that you were a big enough aphrodisiac for him. Once a laughable memory to you, seemed sadder now.

"Well?" Sunghoon snapped you out of your stupor once again, now nudging a glass of swirling maroon liquid into your hands. You hesitantly took the glass in your hands, inspecting it for a second, before downing it completely.

"Woah angel, slow down." Sunghoon took a sip from his own glass, "It won't work faster if you drink it faster."

Wouldn't it?, you wanted to question him, suddenly becoming hyper aware of Sunghoon's delicate features.

His hair fell perfectly onto his face in stray strands and his figure was strongly built, with slender waist and strong forearms, he almost looked feminine.

"Fuck..." You swore under your breath, holding your head in your hands, causing Sunghoon to look up worriedly. Setting his glass down and quickly walking over to you, he placed his hands on your lower waist before speaking.

"Alright there, sweetheart?"

"Yes I'm—fine." You forced out of your mouth, god did Sunghoon always smell this good?

Turning your body to his, your hands roamed over his stomach, and you could feel evident muscles through his thin shirt. Now that he had taken off his droopy coat, you realised how strongly built he really was.

"See something you like sweetheart?" His devilish smile came onto his face yet again, fueling the fire which kindled in your belly. Sunghoon's arms wrapped around your waist, eradicating the mere inches of air between you two.

One of his hands came up to your chin, his index lifting your dropping head up, as he examined it carefully. You could clearly feel the effects of the wine now, he looked so ethereal, whilst eyeing you up and down. He smirked once more.

"Let's go upstairs shall we, angel?"

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Heeseung wasn't the kind of man to let go of his treasures that easily. So why exactly he had give you up, Sunghoon couldn't get the answer to that question.

It was invigorating to Sunghoon to see you undress for him. Just one look from his eyes and your shirt was on the floor, the faint tear stains on it forgotten, why would you ever remember Heeseung when a much handsomer devil was in front of you?

So there you were, standing in front of Sunghoon in your petticoat, which barely hid the black of your bra and panties. Not that you wanted to hide it anyway, you thought, internally smiling at how Sunghoon was looking at you with bedroom eyes, before walking over to you with slow steps.

"Heeseung's an idiot for giving up such a beauty." Sunghoon said to no one in particular as he eyed you up and down once more, taking in your nakedness with his ravenous eyes.

His hand came down to your inner thigh, your frail petticoat letting him feel the soft skin before he moved to your stomach. He smiled to himself as he lifted your bra up higher, his hand smoothing over the soft warm skin. Sunghoon bit his lip, his eyes looming over your visible breasts.

"Are you already ravishing me without even touching properly, detective Park?" You chuckled, leaning closer to him. Sunghoon raised a brow.

"I never knew Lee Heeseung's wife would be so..." He trailed off in silence causing you to smile.

"So what?" You quizzed his bemused figure, "So... experienced?"

"I was about to say attractive." Sunghoon chuckled darkly, "But then again—" he let go of your waist, striding to his bed and sitting down at the edge, spreading his legs in a way that made your insides unconsciously burn, "Heeseung isn't a man who'd marry some lowly wench, is he Mrs Lee?"

"You're being brave by calling me that." You followed his footsteps upto the bed, promptly settling yourself down on his thigh, he shuffled a bit to make you more comfortable, "You haven't called me by my name even once since we've arrived here. You just keep calling me angel."

"Why shouldn't I call you angel?" Sunghoon smirked, his hands gripping your hips tightly, pulling you down onto his thigh so harshly it made you wince, "Are you not one?"

"Poetic are you?" You scoffed, trying not to whimper at the distance between your lips and his, along with the added pressure of him keeping your clothed pussy firmly pressed to the fabric of his trousers, "Well, I'm no angel if you're expecting me to be one."

You didn't even get to blink an eye, before you felt your back land painfully against the soft matress. Sunghoon's hands burnt into the skin on your waist and his eyes raged with hellfire. He smelled of wet earth and rain on top of you, looking at you with hungry irises.

"Don't be an angel then." Sunghoon whispered, his jaw dangerously close to yours, you could feel his breath on your lips, "Just be a good girl for me yeah?"

Your hands found his stomach as his lips crashed onto yours. He was devouring you in every way possible, his breath coagulating yours, as he moved his sharp tongue across the flesh of your inner cheek. Your hands on the other side, were tracing his stomach. Through the thin cotton threads of his shirt, you could feel his muscles press against your palm as he kissed you, digging deeper with every moment.

"Sweetheart-" Sunghoon pulled away, you lifted your head slightly to catch his lips again, but he was quicker with his words, "-you've been groping my abs since forever now."

"Don't pretend like you don't like it." You scoffed, looking at him with a condescending expression. That devilish smirk came back to his face.

"Then why don't you get on them?" He asked, pulling away from you and instead lying down on the bed. His position was rather inviting, an unbuttoned shirt, (you had no idea how fast he had taken off his buttons), strong legs spread far apart, and a pretty face, illuminated by the faint moonlight.

You gulped heavily, hesitantly going near him, unsure of ether or not to get your ass onto his elysian figure. Sunghoon seemed to sense your nervousness, as he grabbed your arm and, with surprising strength, pulled you into himself.

As soon as your weight fell on his stomach, you mouth fell agape, and your face went down to make eye contact with him. You never noticed how beautiful Park Sunghoon's eyes were, they were always hidden under the guise of his rakish behaviour.

Sunghoon stops you for a second, motions for you to rise up slightly, and pulls your underwear to the side, exposing your dripping cunt to the air.

“Just move your hips sweetheart,” Sunghoon said, his hands on your waist, helping guide your movements. You sighed in pleasure as you started to feel some pressure. He helped your grind on his chiseled abs, until you hit the correct spot, feeling your cunt practically mold onto his tummy.

“Good job, keep going angel.” He said letting you hold his shoulders for support. Seeing your mouth press into an 'o' shape made his carnivorous tendencies ignite on fire.

His hands float to your hips, encouraging you to continue. You drop back down on him, the feeling of your bare clit rubbing directly against the crests and troughs of his abs was indescribable.

Using his firm grip on your waist, Sunghoon pushes you further onto the sharp hills on his stomach, and you quicken your pace, the searing pleasure in your clit overwhelming you.

"Fuck angel," he says, which elicits a whine from you. "you look so fucking pretty like this."

Your back arches slightly at the sound of his praise, your pace quickening even more. His one hand moving upto your hair fists it tight, earning another whimper from you.

“Such a good girl, you're doing so good angel,” He said, now feeling subtle wetness stain his belly button.

“Oh fuck—I-uhh-“ you moan, going faster on Sunghoon's muscled tummy.

“You gonna cum angel?" Sunghoon asks, a mocking tone to his voice that turned you on even more, that his handsome carved face, like the muse of God's scribe himself.

“F-fuck I’m so close, Hoonie” You whimper, your mouth hung open as you breathe hard. Hearing the nickname, Sunghoon jerked his hips up slightly, making you let out a tiny scream at the stimulation on your raw cunt.

“Cum for me angel.” Sunghoon says. With a few more movements, you were cumming, your back arching into his chest as you felt your pussy get drenched.

You nearly screamed as it hit you so strong your body expelled him, along with your wet release. He was quick to move his hips up again, his cum-coated stomach making you feel things you had never felt before, pushing them into you with a loud squelch. Your senses were on overload.

Sunghoon was consuming your entire being. You could feel every inch of him and you didn’t want to stop. Your core began to tingle, feeling another orgasm approach you, reducing you to a blubbering mess.

“Look at what a mess you’ve made angel,” Sunghoon taunted as you came drastically all over his stomach, "messy girl aren't you?"

Sunghoon carefully gripped your waist and lowered you onto the bed, chuckling at how wet his tummy felt. Of all the women he fucked, you were certainly on the topmost tier.

"Wait a tick for me." You thought you had seen him wink at you, but you weren't sure due to the silent darkness, the only noise coming from the rise and fall of your chest. You heard Sunghoon open his bedside drawer, with a creaking noise.

As you relaxed into the sheets, trying to ignore Sunghoon's shuffling around the drawer, you saw him from the corner of your eye, finally taking something out from it. You could see the shape of something easily recognisable in his hands.

"Do you know what this is, angel?" Sunghoon's hands rested flat on either side of your head as he got on top of you once more, waving the dildo in your face, "Of course you do," he answered his own question, "Heeseung wouldn't have let such a good pussy go without one would he?"

"That asshole couldn't have fucked me better even with a dildo." You scoffed, rolling your eyes, "do you just have a market of toys in that drawer?"

"Let's just say a lot of women like the foreplay." You could see him smirk even in the darkness, "I mean if you don't want it, I can put it bac-"

"No that's not what I meant!" You panicked, grabbing his arm. You wondered what about your tone of voice made Sunghoon laugh out loud and tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. If anyone asked you later on whether you have felt butterflies or not, you'd had said no.

"Lay down for me angel." His voice was gentler now, a beautiful facade to his internal desires.

Sunghoon places the dildo on your clit and he starts to slowly rub it using the toy while you moan loudly. Moving the toy up and down your pussy, your sinful symphonies become louder, as Sunghoon watched the juices spill from your pussy causing him to groan at the sight. He thrusts the dildo harshly into your walls, and with the slightest touch of the material to your clit, you moan louder than before.

“S-Sunghoon—fuck, I'm-” You moan out as a slap echoes in the room and you feel a sting against your ass cheek. Sunghoon's hand repeatedly thrusts the dildo into your walls, making you wish fervently for his cock to replace it instead. He turns the pace up again as you moan even more while he continues to thrust the dildo in and out of you.

"Aww you want to cum?” he asks, as you struggle beneath him, he wasn't allowing you the pleasure he promised. Your breath came unsteady, fulfilling the reticent desires of Sunghoon's sadistic side.

"speak up, angel, I can't hear you." Sunghoon whispered, leaning down to press a kiss on your forehead. You quickly pursed your lips, letting yourself make only muffled sounds. but you didn't last long, as every thrust and every inaudible whimper seemed to forcefully open your mouth from the inside.

"so pretty.." Sunghoon trailed off, laughing at your pleasured pain, "You want to cum hm?"

"Sunghoon-"

"Beg for it, come on." He commanded, "Beg me to let you cum, go on."

You weren't ready to give in that easy, but Sunghoon knew that. With a slick, carefully placed flick of his wrist, the slightly sharp end of the dildo touched you in a place that could have made you reach heaven and come back.

"Fuck—Sunghoon please!" You cried, tears falling down your face at the stimulation, "Please—let me cum.."

"Well if you say so." Sunghoon chuckled as you could do nothing but nod and after a few minutes of using the dildo, he takes it out of your pussy, pressing it in again.

You finish for a second time. You cling to him tight as the euphoria washes over you again. Locking your legs around his hips, you keep your face pressed to the warm skin of his neck as it goes through you.

Your juices coat the top of the dildo as you moan raucously, feeling ribbons of cum shoot onto the dildo, making Sunghoon smirk in evident pride.

Your arms grab his, as your chest arches into his mouth, hot and wet. You feel as his mouth comes off of the swollen bud as he removes the toy from your pussy, giving you pain and pleasure at the same time.

You were a mess at this point-- your hair was all tangled and you were a flustered mess full of scratches and hickeys on your tits where he had taken them into his mouth. Sunghoon placed a firm slap on your ass, which made your dripping cunt clench around nothing.

"Can you take more, angel?" He whispered to you, smoothing your hair out with his hand.

Sunghoon didn’t give you enough time to answer over his words as his lips crushed to yours. His tongue invaded your mouth as his hands roamed over your body. His roaming hand grabbed your hair as he ripped your face off himself. He looked down at you as you breathed heavily from his attack on your mouth.

"Hoonie~" you moaned into his mouth, "Want—your cock—please."

That was all it took for Sunghoon to practically rip off his belt and trousers, now laying on the floor, with their owner on top of you. Your throat went dry at the sight of his cock, hard and pulsing, the head of it angry red, glistening with precum.

He pulled back slightly, positioning his cock at your entrance and grabbed a fistful of your hair, stretching your upper body closer to him, putting you into an unnatural position.

His body was perfect, lean and muscular, strong and sharp features etched onto his body that looked straight out of a painting.Your gaze wandered over his arms, his chest and down his waist, hips and strong legs; every detail and body part burning into your mind.

You pant heavily, gasping for air as his large cock stretches your insides. His eyes are darkened but a cocky smirk remains. Achingly slow he pumps in making your eyes roll back, groaning at the sight of your mouth slack and panting.

His hips were moving slowly, with deep hard thrusts that made you moan with each push. His hips were doing most of the work, the thrusts were deep enough and hard enough for you to melt against the bed but enough to make everything shake under your skin as you were taking everything he gave you.  Sunghoon was not going fast, which made you wonder for a split second if he wished to. 

"Yes….Hoonie…FUCK!" You mewled as he hit that spot inside of you, hearing him growl for a moment as he was still fucking you deep into the mattress. His hand that was holding your thigh was in a tight grip, not letting you faint as you clung onto his back of dear life, feeling your nails almost break the skin as your moans were getting louder and more vocal. 

His rhythm was consistent, not slowing down or going too fast just to drive you insane as you felt that feeling of an intense orgasm come over you again. 

 "I'm c-close, Hoonie—" You were moaning into his neck as he huffed and stopped his thrusts. You were about to protest at him, teetering right on the edge of that pleasurable fall when he moved swiftly once again. 

Still inside of you, he leaned back a bit and scooped you in his arms, bringing you closer to him. You let out a noise of pain as you felt his entire girth penetrate deep inside you.

As you threw back your head and moan loudly, it dawns on you how very fragile-mannered Heeseung has fucked you. Your hips tremble as your body tenses, the ragged breath escaping your mouth cuts through your symphony of whines.

"Hoonie~Sunghoon—I can't!"

"Yes you can." Sunghoon groans as he feels you clench around him tighter than ever, "Be a good girl for me, angel and take it."

 The knot in your stomach tightened and snapped, your walls spasming and clenching around him as you released all over his cock that was buried deep inside of you. You were seeing stars and your body was shaking from the intensity. 

His cock jerks around against your walls once, twice, before he’s creaming, filling you up with ropes of hot cum. He thrusts deeper into you, a melody arising from both your moans as you felt him inside your very soul.

Soft pants and deep breaths invaded the space around you, not a word being spoken. You stayed like that for only a few seconds, catching your breath as you both came down from your highs. He then carefully pulled out, muttering a string of curses and an unheard comment about the the mess you both made off of his sheets.

"Come on angel." Sunghoon muttered under his breath, in a barely audible voice, not that you were listening anyway, "Let's get you cleaned up."

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"Tea?" Sunghoon offered you, your second cup of the night, "People say I make the best tea of all the precinct."

"Alright I trust you." You laughed, taking the mug in your hands and relaxing into the atmosphere of the cozy kitchen island, clad in a robe, you had no idea where Sunghoon got it from.

Calm silence followed, wherein you and Sunghoon sipped tea from your respective mugs. Yours had a 'To Uncle Sunghoon' on it, along with what looked like a child's drawing. You giggled to yourself. A gift from Sunghoon's beloved nephew, no less.

"Can-can I ask you something if you don't mind?" Sunghoon asked, and you noticed, that for the first time, there was no cocky tone to his voice.

"Go ahead." You smiled, "Unless it's about my first night with Heeseung."

"No no." Sunghoon laughed, taking another sup of his tea, his lips stained pink from all the kissing that had taken place, "I wanted to ask—how is it like, being married?"

You were taken aback by his question. Park Sunghoon, perhaps the last person on earth, who would ever think of marriage, was asking you about it? Had the bees stopped producing honey today?

"Well, I can't say," you started, "It's different for each person, you know. And, as time goes on, it changes. Which in my case-" you let out a cold laugh, "-is very evident."

Sunghoon was quick to put his hand on yours, giving it a tiny squeeze, along with a warm smile.

"You know who was really upset when he found out about...ahem.. your situation?" Sunghoon suddenly said, intriguing you.

"I don't know—Jay?" You said, realising you were right when you saw Sunghoon's expression, "Oh. Wait—Jay? You're not joking?"

"Y/N, trust me if you saw how much that man was brooding over it, you'd think he was your husband, not Heeseung." Sunghoon chuckled, downing the last bits of his tea, "Would you like to head to bed?"

Though you fell asleep soundly that night, wrapped in Sunghoon's surprisingly soft arms (now that the effects of the wine was over), you kept pondering over his words.

Jay—worrying about you? It was a heart thumping thought, which made you feel like what warm winter suns felt like. Jay Park, you sighed to yourself, before going off to sleep.

The day after tomorrow seemed too far away.

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Summary: (3.7k) Everyone is nervous for their first time, right? Steve and Robin are busy tackling a lot of their firsts - first day in the shop, first week in the city, first friends (or something) in the city. It’s all a little intimidating and both quickly find that old habits die hard - particularly for Steve. It’s going to take more than just a new city to really give these two a new life. Be sure to read the Prologue before reading!��

Warnings: it's a sex shop, guys - so it's generally just NSFW 18+. In this AU Hawkins is weird and cannon events happen to some extent, but not to all familiar characters. If they are present in Chicago for this AU, they have no ties to Hawkins. Absent parents, excessive drinking, poor coping mechanisms, M/F hookups and implied/light smut, mentions of female oral, our boy on his King Steve shit, one night stands, careless hookups, and a coming out. 

Shout out to @loveshotzz for the blatant Whatta Man nod in this chapter. IYKYK. 

Chicago: That Saturday, 1993

The sun was beating in through the front apartment window as Steve sat on the couch with a can of High Life, taking a breather from all of the unpacking. He has been hyper-focused all weekend on getting settled and unpacked - a complete 180° from Robin's settling in approach, which looked more like making sure her sheets were on her bed and simply ignoring the rest of the boxes stacked up inside her doorway than anything else. 

For a split second Steve considered picking up the phone and calling home just to check in, let his parents know they've got their bearings and are all safe in the city, but as that thought settled, he realized how absolutely ridiculous it was. They never cared where he was and what he was doing before, so there's no reason for them to actually start caring now that he's finally gone. Worming it's way deep in his brain another thought occurs to him - if he just would have packed up and left, it probably would have taken them months to even realize it. 

Plus, the second he talks to either one of them he knows they're going to ask about a job, and he's not quite ready for how that conversation might go. Yeah Dad, we're all set, start at the sex shop 10am on Monday!  He shakes his head and laughs to himself at the thought before throwing his head back letting the beer, just starting to warm and lose its crispness, run down his throat. It's tasting a bit bitter now…and Steve can relate. 

Pulling him from his self-deprecating thoughts, Robin swings open the door with the sound of jangling key chains being shaken like maracas, the soundtrack to her grand entrance. 

"Got your keeeeys, Dingus! It's officially official now!" She tosses the key ring over to Steve, who has his eyebrows raised as they land about 5 ft to his left on the other side of the couch. 

"Nice one, Robs. Maybe one day we'll find you some aim."

"Long shot, buddy. Better chance of me confidently shooting my shot with Stevie Nicks than that ever happening. But good on you for thinking I have any potential whatsoever."

"S'wat friends are for, Robbie." He grins at her sideways before leaning over to pick up his new set of keys. "The hell is this?" He asks, dangling the keys up in the air. 

Hopping up and down with incredibly youthful glee, Robin beams at the boy and exclaims "A TAMAGOTCHI. I got one too. Orange for you. Blue for me. Pretty sure even if we could have a pet in this building it wouldn't end well, so I got us these!" 

"This is ridiculous. I can't believe you got us a toy." Robin slips on the couch nestled up close to Steve, pressing the button on both to initiate their hatching as she presses her shoulder into his side. A beat of silence goes by before he throws his arm over her shoulders and says, "Show me how to do it, Robs. Can't wait for mine to outlive yours." He smiles down at her. 

"Eat shit. Whoever kills theirs first buys the other a drink."

The twinkling sound signaling the hatching of each of their eggs echoes through the apartment as they eye up their pets and glare back at one another.

"Oh, it's on. Never been more confident about a deal before in my life."

"Speaking of drinks … " Robin muses. " Whaddya wanna do tonight? "

Steve's not quite sure how long it's going to take for him to get used to the sheer quantity of people here in Chicago. He's pretty sure there's as many people in this club right now than there is in the whole of Hawkins. 

When they arrived, Steve was feeling a lot. It was overwhelming and nothing in Hawkins flashed so bright and shook so loud… except maybe the 4th of July Carnival and their fireworks on the outskirts of town, but that was nothing compared to this. 

One drink in and finding a place to hunker down near the bar at a table, he felt more comfortable. He was enjoying Robin's running commentary while she spent the better part of an hour people-watching, still passively feeling the heat radiating off of the dance floor, when he decided to switch over from the lukewarm beers to a sweet and sharp whiskey and soda. 

Three drinks in and sufficiently loose, Robin is fluttering around the edges of the bar and the dance floor - now making friends with some of the people she's been eying up all night with her inhibitions down as far as Steve has ever seen them. He's drunkenly grinning at his friend, happy to see a kind of social side of her that feels new, even though he knows the roots of it have been buried deep inside her for her whole life, interwoven through her heart and her brain stem, just waiting for permission to come out and untangle itself. 

"Steve! STEVE!" She shouts over the thumping bass of the music, wildly gesturing for him to come over to where she now stands, in the center of a group of people who look friendly enough for him to oblige. 

Four drinks in and now the group is laughing, hollering and leaning in hard to catch an ounce of what the others are saying. Steve's eyes are squinting trying hard to read their new friends lips as they try and converse over shots and the loud music in the dark. Turns out Robin found a whole group of people that live in the same building as they do and, as one does when they're absolutely shit faced, they all immediately began talking about how they're all new best friends, curling arms around one another's necks and slurring "I love you guys" over drinks number five and six. 

Steve is feeling a familiar twinge. It's not his fault that he has no idea that there are ways to make friends other than people pleasing or trauma bonding. Now relishing in the ease of finding city-friends over an open drink and the immediacy of acceptance that comes with puffing out his peacock feathers and playing the delicate social hierarchy game he mastered in his teens, he barely even notices that he's dusting off his King Steve party tricks. The stress of the last few years that have him wound up tighter than a watch melt away as the coy and flirty remarks start flowing like a waterfall and the locker room talk comes back like riding a bike. 

Six drinks down the hatch and Robin can't find Steve. Any other time, and Robin would be absolutely losing all the marbles in her basket worrying over Steve. Especially in this new city. She'd assume he was dead. That someone finally came to whisk him away and lock him up for all the things that he's not supposed to know. Sure, Steve can handle things. He's definitely the most capable person she knows and he quite literally raised himself, and saved himself more than once, but none of that even matters right now because she's just swaying to the beat of Janet Jackson pumping through the club speakers with her new soulmates who live on the top floor. 

Instead Steve is at the bar, queuing up drink number seven for him and drink number who-knows-what for the absolutely smoking girl at his side named Melissa, who apparently lives just up the staircase, too. She's reminded him three times so far that he can just call her Missy, but not without leaning in close, just next to his ear to make sure he hears just how sweet she sounds. And boy does he want to know more about how sweet she sounds. 

Steve's eager hands are hooked in her belt loops, the girl's bright red tube top riding up her stomach as she pushes herself into him. Her fingers are tangling through his sweaty hair and his are ghosting over her collarbone and down her arm. His lips are on hers before drink seven is even delivered, so he caps off his night with her tongue down his throat instead. 

He has no clue what time it is as they tumble through the apartment door, Melissa Missy still giggling at his orange Tamagotchi keychain as his lips chase hers once again and the door slams shut. Perfect. Robin's not home, he thinks. Completely forgetting he was there at the club with her in the first place, he tugs at the girls long blond hair at the roots, runs his hands over her glistening and glittered shoulders and shoves her down into his plush comforter the second they reach his bedroom. 

He's so caught up in this big-city hottie he managed to get into his bed on his first weekend in town, he doesn't hear Robin come in the door, nor does he notice her clanging around the kitchen to chug down a few huge glasses of water in hopes of being at least a little conscious tomorrow morning. Robin, however, does notice Steve clanging around the bedroom, especially after she hears a deep and throaty moan that is unmistakably female. 

"Ha. Fuck yeah, Stevie. Losing that Windy City V-Card." She says quietly while wobbling to her room. Meanwhile, Steve's got his head buried deep under the sheets, blindly grasping at the girl's perky tits while he lavishes at the thought of this being the kind of opportunities that present themselves here in Chicago. His first time in this big sprawling city made him feel like he was on top of the world. 

The confident bubble he found himself in all night popped when he later woke to feel the warm summer breeze from the open window tickling his now exposed back, comforter slipping down and exposing his hips along with a peek of his ass to the girl who was accidentally pulling it off as she stood up from the bed. Unabashedly naked, she stretches her arms in a yawn, Steve rolls to peek at the clock. 4:36am. "Where are you off to?" his raspy, sleep laden voice cuts the silence as she finds herself caught gathering her things. "Are you try'n't sneak out on me?" He mumbles with a smile, thinking he's being flirty and cute. 

"That's exactly what I'm doing, hon." She winks, as she snags her cheeky hot pink thong off the back of his desk chair and shoves it in her pocket on the way out the bedroom door. "I'll be quiet on my way out. Don't worry. Maybe I'll see ya around. Maybe I won't. It was fun though. You were a KING with that tongue so I wouldn't be opposed…but it's honestly unlikely." 

And Steve is there, left tangled and alone and feeling stone cold sober after that dose of honesty from Melissa, left wondering if this is how all the girls back in Hawkins felt after he dipped out on them. Having his fun but knowing it wouldn't go any further than that. Getting off under Skull Rock, in the back of his BMW, atop their pink frilly pillows with their parents in the room next door - all hanging on to the hope of just a little more - the potential of being needed and wanted and good enough for the likes of King Steve, but waking up empty and disposable instead. If he didn't already hate himself before, he definitely does now. 

"Sooooo." Robin sings out, while twirling her spoon through her milky cereal. "We gonna talk about that little Bedroom Rodeo last night or what?" 

"Robin. Please. It's too early for this." He presses his palms into his eyes, trying to stave off the pulsing just beyond his sinuses. "and did you just say Bedroom Rodeo? The fuck?"

"Well, yeah. Bedroom Rodeo… ya know. Crushing the buns? Two person pushups? Horizontal Tango? Please tell me with all that racket you at least got off?" 

"Ew Rob, where the fuck are you coming up with these?" He looks at her as she shrugs, slurping the last of her sweet cereal milk straight from the bowl as she did it. "This may be shocking, but… probably the most annoying thing you've ever said. Crushing the buns? Are you serious?" he says as he walks over and face plants dramatically onto the couch. 

Rolling over to his back and sliding on the wire rims of the glasses he never lets anyone but Robin see him in, the apartment comes into focus and so does his best friend, sitting at the counter grinning from ear to ear while tugging up her eyebrows to him in a taunt, chomping on her cereal and looking far to comfortable in his own goddamn yellow sweatshirt. His hand jutting out abruptly and gesturing to her morning attire with a furrowed brow and a questioning look, she says absolutely nothing in response. "Are you serious? Get your own clothes!"

"Eh, yours was already unpacked and my box of cozy stuff is on the bottom. I didn't get to it yet." She says casually. 

“Yeah okay. The box pile huh? Well don’t think we’re going to be sharing everything around here.” 

To which he watches her lips curl up in a Cheshire cat grin as she responds “Aw man, not even the ladies?” 

He hates this already. 

"Need some coffee, tiger? Probably a little sluggish after testing out that mattress."

His groan was loud at that one. "ROBIN! "

"Fine, I'll leave you alone…for now. But we're gonna talk about some rules for when we're Jamming the Clam later over a smoke, ya got me? Roommate ground rules at all." She winked as she sauntered down the hallway to her room. 

"Sure Robbie. Whatever you want. But do me a favor… if you're so goddamn chipper this morning maybe you can unpack a freaking box from that mega-pile. Won't be bringing back some hot piece to your room to Jam the Clam in that fuckin' disaster zone!" He shouts at her back. 

Throwing up a peace sign and swaying her hips a little more (albeit awkwardly) she makes a show of acknowledging her friends request before shutting her bedroom door behind her. 

"Robin, right? And… " Murray looks at him up and down.

"Steve" the boy scowls. 

"Wow. Okay then. Cheer up Rico Suave. Robin! You didn't tell me your friend had this much charisma when you stopped by last week."

Murray Bauman is the manager of The Hideout. Maybe he owns the place, it's not entirely clear, but what is immediately crystal is that Murray is always ready to dish it out. "Alright then, welcome to The Hideout. I wanted to name it Murray's Pleasure Emporium but that got shot down pretty fuckin fast by my partner, so it is what it is."

With his salt-and-pepper hair, neatly groomed yet slightly disheveled, and a well-maintained beard framing his jawline, Murray's appearance hints at a man who has seen his fair share of adventures. Despite his brash exterior it's quickly clear that Murray effortlessly creates a comfortable atmosphere, so it's no wonder he finds himself successful in an environment where he can push boundaries and help others to explore their fantasies and fulfill their desires.

"So here's how this is gonna work. You two are gonna work retail. You'll need to run the register, oversee the displays, manage the inventory and help the customers. Peace-a cake, right?" He spurts off while simultaneously counting the money in the register for the day. 

Robin and Steve spit out a garbled acknowledgement while Murray looks back and forth between the two. "Red, did you say you two were... roommates?"

"Uh, yeah. Why?"

Eyes knocking back and forth to look between the two friends, Steve can already see where this is going. Been there a thousand times. So he cuts off Murray's silent analysis and offers up the information needed to satisfy his curiosity. "No, we aren't dating. And .. ah ah. Wait." He cuts him off as Murray starts to open his mouth, ready to counter back "...and NO, before you go there, we aren't fucking either. Didn't happen. Won't happen. Platonic."

"With a capital P." Robin finishes the end of Steve's sentence. "We can't promise we won't be weird, but we can one hundred percent promise there will not be any lovers quarreling with us."

"Well alright then. Loud and clear." Murray says in response. He claps his hands loudly and rubs them together before continuing on with his sex shop monologue. 

"Back to business, then. Covered the retail bits - Ah, yeah here we go. As you can see, the shop offers an extensive selection of adult toys, lingerie for the ladies…or the men, sensual massage oils - a personal favorite - and other products that cater to a wide range of tastes and sexual preferences. I like the good stuff, because I have taste. So that's what I sell. I also like to have all the latest shit because I'm progressive. Call me sexually innovative, if you will. If it's new, we're gonna have it."

Steve and Robin follow dutifully behind him taking it all in. Robin's eyes are as wide as saucers and she's distracted by all of the things she does not yet understand as Murray continues to spout out information on products, business and his own personal sexual philosophies. Steve poked her shoulder and she grimaces, and returns to planet earth to hear the rest of Murray's great new hire speech. 

"The people who come in here are not sex freaks. You got that? They're normal people. Don't gotta be some pervert to want to get off and feel good, so if you can't be open-minded and nonjudgmental then you might as well not even clock in after this. Got it?"

Both nod in agreement and the edges of Murray's lips curl up in a smirk. "Perfect. Come." He directs as he walks to the register and it's adjoining display case where a wide array of colorful dildos stand spread out for selection. 

"Not that it's a job requirement or anything but, I'm assuming if you're wanting to work here and my pleasure palace your… ahem.. sufficiently experienced. Cause you're gonna need to sell the product if you get my drift. People have way more questions than you could imagine. Just yesterday I had to tell a kid that Anal Beads are, in fact, for your anus..."

Robin's mouth is aghast. Steve looks around again taking it all in and he finally laughs at Murray, who is looking them over as if he can't believe these two kids standing here in front of him know anything about the kind of sex he sells. "Listen, Murray. I didn't set out to move here to this city and work in a shop full of dildos. Surprisingly, my incredibly inexperienced friend here signed me up against my will to hawk condoms like morning coffee. Robin doesn't know shit - sorry Robs, but you don't." She shrugs her shoulders, looking at Murray and nods in agreement at her friends words. "And while I'm gonna go out on a limb and say that I'm not what you might consider all that adventurous, I've got more notches than I'm proud of and unlike most guys I can find a girl's clit. SO… I'd appreciate it if you stopped talking to me like this is 6th grade health class and let us get to work."

"I have very little to add." Robin says, "and after what I heard the other night, I'll attest to what Steve says. He sure can make 'em moan." 

Murray stands behind the counter looking Steve up and down. He lets out a loud, boisterous laugh into the still air of the shop before he starts again "Well then, Steve. I can respect that. I think you both are going to be a mess, but I can work with it... So let's hop to it."

Beyond the merchandise, the pair learn that Murray hosts educational workshops and events at The Hideout for its patrons and the community and often has specials and promos going inside for shoppers. After the first half of their day, it's clear that Murray runs a business that he is proud of and his customers are loyal. Steve decides that when people ask, he's just going to tell them he works retail. Because he in fact… does. 

As their training winds down, Murray comes out of his back office carrying a giant tray and welding some embarrassing dance moves as he delivers it delicately to the counter. "Hey, hey, hey assholes! Before we head out, we have to set up this display for tomorrow. Let's rock and roll my friends!" Robin scans the contents of the tray curiously, not so sure how all of the items fit together to make anything that resembles a display. "Uh, okay but like… what is it?" She says. 

Steve snickers as he takes in the tray full of cupcakes, bananas and condoms. "Well Robbie, despite what it looks like I don't think Murray is letting us set up snack time. I'm not sure what the cupcakes are for, but these here look like they're to practice getting the condoms on the banana."

"Bingo! Rico Suave gets the points! We're doing a condom demo tomorrow, so he's right on that. What he's wrong about though, is that the cupcakes ARE for a snack." Murray fist bumps Steve and turns to see Robin's gears turning at maximum speed. 

“What’s the matter, first time, Red?” Murray spits out, through a wide gleaming smile that Steve swears sparkles in the light, like some goddamn cartoon. 

"Actually.. ." She draws out "while I don't have the clit-finding prowess of my friend Steve here, I only strive to one day be able to eat pussy as well as he apparently can. So yes, this is my first time sliding on a condom, thank you very much." 

Murray nods and his grin never ceases, although now there's a bit more approval and admiration than taunt behind it. "C'mon then, lemme show you how to slide these on like a fuckin pro." 

Steve is beaming watching his friend speak so casually about it. Murray really is good at what he does and making people feel comfortable, or this city really is just what Robin needs, either way, the way Murray doesn't skip a beat and starts teaching Robin the art of rolling on a condom like it's just any old day makes Steve think about how many wild things they're going to get into here. And honestly it's all fine, because there’s a first time for everything.

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An Abbreviated History of Mecha Part 7: The Witching Hour Is Here!

Spoiler Warning: This post contains spoilers for one Brave Bang Bravern. I'd recommend watching at least the first episode of Bravern before continuing.

Welcome to the final installment of An Abbreviated History of Mecha! Last time, we had some technical difficulties due to the Lich screwing things up with its time shenanigans covered what many would consider to be mecha's "Dark Age." Now, we will see how the genre has recovered. It remains to be seen how this decade will go down in history, but so far mecha shows have had a minor bit of a rebound. Though that insipid line of thinking (you've probably heard it at one point: "mecha shows are about the robots, not the characters") is still doing a bit of harm to the general reception of mecha shows, the canon is doing better than before. Not well, like it was in the 90's, but it's not in dire straits.

Victory is never decided by mobile suit performance alone.

Nor by the skill of the pilot, alone.

The result itself is the only proof!

Kyoukai Senki/AMAIM: Warrior At the Borderline (2021)

Kicking off the decade, 2021 would give us a new franchise in the form of the former Xebec, now Sunrise Beyond series AMAIM: Warrior At the Borderline. Sporting smaller robots in a setting similar to Code Geass but Japan was split into three by three world superpowers like it was Post-World War II Germany, AMAIM would be one of the few new mecha shows to come out that would be animated entirely in 2D.

Megaton Musashi (2021)

Developed by Level-5 Studios, Megaton Musashi is a game series that pays homage to the mecha stories of old, particularly that of Getter Robo. The game itself would suffer in terms of marketing, as Level-5 would end up shuttering their US studio in this decade. Which is wild, because this series would also get an anime adaptation that's only started airing this year.

Also, Megaton Musashi has a lot of crossovers with older mecha shows like Getter Robo and Combattler V.

SSSS.Dynazenon (2021) & Gridman Universe (2023)

Returning in 2021 would be Studio Trigger with the follow-up to SSSS.Gridman, SSSS.Dynazenon. Based off of the Dyna Dragon from the original Gridman the Hyper Agent, SSSS.Dynazenon would carry on the energy from its predecessor in terms of energy and heart.

2023 would also see the worlds of SSSS.Gridman and SSSS.Dynazenon collide with the movie finale Gridman Universe, bringing the casts of both shows together for one last hurrah for Trigger's Gridman trilogy.

Back Arrow (2021)

While 2021 was a good year for mecha in general, one show that doesn't get talked about more is Goro Taniguchi's Back Arrow. Set in the walled world of Lingalind, Back Arrow would give us a story where the mecha are powered by a character's convictions.

That's right! Back Arrow is quite possibly the single greatest series in terms of highlighting what piloted giant robots are all about. These stories were never about the giant robot itself; the giant robots were living extensions of the pilots who controlled them. Hence why the breiheights of Back Arrow are based purely on a character's core beliefs.

Getter Robo Arc (2021)

2020 would also see the surprise announcement of an adaptation of the unfortunately unfinished Getter Robo Arc. With the goal of wrapping up the story as best as possible without the guiding hand of series creator Ken Ishikawa, Getter Robo Arc's anime adaptation would finally release in 2021. With this, the Getter Robo saga can finally come to an end.

If you've already watched his video on Getter Robo, Cheese GX also has a follow-up covering Getter Robo Arc specifically.

Mobile Suit Gundam: Hathaway's Flash (2021) & Cucuruz Doan's Island (2022)

And in case you didn't believe me when I said 2021 was a good year for mecha, let me remind you of something: Gundam was featured as part of the 2020 Olympic Games in Tokyo. Gundam would see the creation of the now-disassembled RX-78-2 Gundam in Yokohama as part of the celebration of the games. The RX-0 Gundam Unicorn would also make a cameo in the background during the Olympic Rock Climbing event, as Gundam Front Tokyo was the venue.

Most important of all for us, is that 2021 would see the release of part one of a trilogy of movies based on the Hathaway's Flash novel. And as if that wasn't enough, 2022 would also see the release of a movie based on the infamous episode of the original series known as Cucuruz Doan's Island. And as a reminder: Gundam's not done yet. I haven't even gotten to the other big Gundam series yet. These were just the two major series released for the Universal Century in this decade.

Mobile Suit Gundam: The Witch From Mercury (2022)

Where Gundam made really big news in this decade was with the release of Mobile Suit Gundam: The Witch From Mercury. Set in the Ad Stella timeline, G-Witch would bring awareness to the franchise that hadn't really been seen since it's heyday in the 90's. G-Witch would also differentiate itself from the rest of the Gundam series by presenting us with Gundam's first female main protagonist, the very tanuki-coded Suletta Mercury (and that depends, because if we're saying Gundam protagonist, then I'd argue technically War in the Pocket's Christina McKenzie has Suletta beat by a couple decades; this isn't even getting into Ecoile du Ciel). And not only is she the first female protagonist, Suletta is also Gundam's first queer protagonist!

Bullbuster (2023)

If there is any series that I wish I had caught while it was airing last year, it would definitely be Bullbuster. Cut from the same cloth as Patlabor and Dai-Guard, Bullbuster presents to us a construction robot is used to fight... aliens?

LEGO movie, is that you?

Okay, seriously though, I do think Bullbuster got drowned out due to being in a year that also included The Witch From Mercury.

Brave Bang Bravern (2024)

Man, if you thought The Witch From Mecury was gay...

2024 would open with Cygames Studio's Brave Bang Bravern. Directed by Masami Obari (a man who I have somehow failed to mention until now), Bravern would manage to capture the joy of the Brave franchise of old (and really mecha shows on the whole), all while making it very gay.

And I mean it. Bravern is quite possibly the single gayest show to come out in the 2020's. Maybe even of all time.

And that's really a wrap on pretty much everything that's come out, but there is one upcoming series set to come out next month...

Grendizer U (Airs July 2024)

Not seeming to want to be left out, the Mazinger saga would also get a surprise announcement in 2023 with a teaser for Grendizer U. Set to air in 2024, Grendizer U is going to be a reboot of the original UFO Robot Grendizer series, though some changes have been made (namely, Kouji has now brought along both Sayaka and Professor Yumi; more importantly, Kouji will now be piloting Mazinger Z instead of playing a support role like he did in the original Grendizer).

You can bet that I will be covering this series, especially if it's picked up by Crunchyroll this coming summer.

Looking Beyond Grendizer U & 2024: Live-action Gundam, Hathaway Parts 2 & 3, Gunbuster 3, and Patlabor EZY

Going beyond 2024, there are also other series that are set to be released some time in this decade. 2016 saw the release of the Patlabor Reboot promo, which is supposedly a test run for a new Patlabor series: Patlabor EZY. Supposedly set to air sometime in 2026 (at least last I saw), I'm as excited about this as Isao Ohta is about any type of gun that comes across his path.

Studio Gaina (again, not to be confused with the now-closed Gainax) also has plans to release Gunbuster 3, though that will probably be on the shelves for now until Grendizer U wraps up.

And of course, Gundam still has two more parts of the Hathaway movies to work on. There's also a live-action Gundam series that is also in the works at Legendary.

Conclusion

And that's a wrap, folks. Finally, after ten whole posts, I've covered an incomplete history of mecha! Yes that's right! Incomplete! Why did you think it was called abbreviated?

Jokes aside, I thought this would be a relatively simple project. Just cover a handful of mecha shows from the decades since their inception, say a thing or two about them, and move on. It turns out that, even when I cherry-picked the shows to talk about, there were still a lot of them.

Do I regret doing it, though? No. Well, maybe that bit about Valvrave specifically. Outside of that, I think it is important that this series of posts still exist. I tried my best to be as impartial as possible, and hopefully you, dear reader, have caught that. I really don't want this project to turn out to be identical in tone to Professor Otaku's Complete History of Mecha video series. Man literally cannot hide his disdain for shows he doesn't like very well, and I think it does a massive disservice to both his series and himself.

What I want you to take away from this series of posts is: every show I covered on here is someone's favorite. I've seen at least one person go to bat for every series I named here. I've done it for G Gundam and Patlabor, and I plan on doing it for a couple more series on here. The real important thing here is that this post helps in dismissing that wrong-headed claim of "mecha shows are just about the robots and not the characters." Which is a thing I will talk about soon.

But not right now. Now I want to rest. And by rest, I mean throwing my wrist out while playing The Legend of Zelda: Skyward Sword.

God Groose is such a great character.

[stabbysideblog]

REAP WHAT YOU SOW CHAPTER 4

Log 2.19

Prisoner status: Alive, remains in the corner of the cell unless otherwise prompted.

Known commands

Sit

Kill

Play dead

Stay

Roll over

Chase

Come

Heel

Off

Place

Fight

Patrol

Run

Wait

Eat

Notes: Today I will shave his head. It will make the surgery easier in the long run. He does not touch his food unless told to eat. I fished 8 potatoes out of the water. He has not eaten since arriving at the prison. When I instructed him that he is to eat what I give him when he gives him it he understood. Longer commands are not lost on him. 

Log 2.19.2

Prisoner status: Sick, he ate all of the potatoes too quickly.

Notes: He still follows commands when visibly sick. 

Plan: I will be working to retrain Eat to avoid this in the future. Giving him the food should be enough without needing to also issue a command. I will only administer medicine to him in person, all other feedings will be done without me in the room. If I enter and the food is not eaten or in the process of being eaten he will lose it and receive a proportional punishment. 

Log 2.19.3

Prisoner status: unconscious, he had to be instructed to sleep again.

Notes: Sleeps very lightly. 

Log 2.20

Prisoner status: Alive. 

History: He has been better about talking today. He was working for Las Nevadas at the time of his death. He does not know how he ended up here. He has killed at least 30 people and injured countless more. All under command he claims. I am moving up the operation to install the chip. These commands need to be reworked as soon as possible. 

Log 2.20.1

Prisoner status: Untethered. 

Notes: I gave him two opposite commands. I assume he has been trained to handle complex situations like that. I told him to stand and then sit. He followed each in such quick succession it was not incorrect. Still I punished him, he is not to follow commands like a dog anymore. I worry that he will take this to mean he is not to listen at all. I will have to work on his obedience once the chip is installed. Until then I will work on correcting any followed commands. 

Log 2.20.2

Prisoner status: Distressed. 

Note: did not eat the potato that was dispensed

Log 2.20.3

Prisoner status: Hyper-responsive. 

Test results

Electroencephalography-1.pptr

CT-1.pptr

MEG-1.pptr

MRI-1.pptr

Conclusions: Markedly different from Ardent. Will need less frontal lobe and more Parietal lobe stimulation. The Amygdala, Hippocampus, CN VIII,CN V, and CN X are all notable. 

Notes: A MW potion was given to him. Will see tomorrow if it has any adverse effects.

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Log 2.21

Prisoner status: Sick, lingering potion effects

Plan: Today I will teach him that he is to relax when he is unwell, this will assist in his healing after the surgery. I will give him a command to lay down and not get up until he is no longer ill. He will receive a punishment for each command he does follow and a reward for each he does not follow after that. 

Notes: He does not remember yesterday's tests however the false memories are concerning. Will find ways to ameliorate this if it becomes a recurring issue.

Log 2.21.1

Prisoner status: Unconscious, result of punishments

Notes: Commands are proving more difficult than immediately thought to get him to disengage. Will have to adjust plans. No healing potions needed. One regen potion used. 

Log 2.21.2

Prisoner status: Alive

Test results

Reflex-test.pptr

Physical-results.pptr

Com-eye-exam.pptr

Conclusions: poor physical condition but well enough to handle a surgery

Log 2.22

Prisoner status: Alive

Notes: Talkative today. Did not eat the food dispensed. 

Questions asked:

What will my job be?

Am I in trouble?

Will I go back to work soon?

Why?

Notes: Last question was met with swift punishment. The prisoner should not question the warden. I am tired of being gentle. I will schedule the surgery for 1 week from now. He is a murderer and has learned nothing. I don't know what this other Sam thought he was doing but it was foolish and irresponsible. He doesn’t know what this Dream is thinking and could have lost control at any moment. I’ll admit the training is impressive and does seem to go quite deep however it’s not enough. A Dream with a weapon. Stupid. 

Log 2.22.1

Prisoner status: Unconscious from punishment

Notes: I did not account for his lack of food during the punishment. I’ll have to move the surgery back by 3 days. 

Log 2.23

Prisoner status: Alive

Roadmap

Day 10: First sign of “Illness”

Day 9: Medicine in food

Day 8: ML Potion

Day 7: Rest training

Day 6: ML potion

Day 5: Rest training

Day 4: Medicine in food

Day 3: ML potion, Medicine in food

Day 2: ML potion, fasting

Day 1: Date of surgery

Notes: Today will be used exclusively to assess his physical and mental state before the surgery

Log 2.23.1

Prisoner status: Alive. He has been exceptionally well behaved today

Notes: Mental state in abhorrent. Once the chip is in I won’t have to worry about that. Physical state is acceptable. I suspect the other Sam kept him in just good enough of a state to work but just torn down enough that he could overpower him. I can’t deny his work is thorough. But mine is better. He got cocky and left gaps. I will work to close them.

Log 2.24

Prisoner status: Ill, the food I gave him yesterday is taking effect. 

Notes: He is struggling to walk straight, stay focused, and be awake. He also reports nausea and general achy pain. I will lower the dose for the next nine days to make sure it does not interfere with the surgery. 

Log 2.24.1

Prisoner status: Sleeping, the first continuous time without my command.

Chip notes: I will be using a modified version V2.1.2 adjusted to fit his anatomy. It is 90% done I just have to finish building the final 3 sensors. I’ve gone over the code several times. It’s solid.

Log 2.25

Prisoner status: Anxious.

Notes: I lowered the dose but he’s still finding it hard to keep down food. He expressed worry about being punished. He does not know that I won’t punish him for the next 9 days. I reassured him it’s okay to be sick. 

Log 2.26

Prisoner status: Alive, distressed

Notes: He will not remember today so I am using it to do more mentally straining tasks. 

History: He was trained in pandora and was used to guard the prison for a time. Ironic. The four round scars on his neck are from a shock collar he had. He was owned by Sam but answered to him and Quackity. Why would I involve Quackity? He's irresponsible.

Log 2.27

Prisoner status: Resting.

Notes: Today is rest training. It is going better but not well. He responds to every command but then goes back to laying down. I can only lightly punish him for misbehaving. I worry he’s not going to understand if the punishment isn’t strong enough. 

Log 2.28

Prisoner status: Distressed and Sick

Known commands:

Sit

Kill

Play dead

Stay

Roll over

Chase

Come

Heel

Off

Place

Fight

Patrol

Run

Wait

Eat

Bark

Quiet

Statue

Watch

Drop

Spread

Paw

Smile

Get Dressed

Sleep

Speak

Log 2.28.1

Prisoner status: Sleeping. 

Note: Had to be given medicine to help sleep despite the fatigue.

Log 2.29

Prisoner status: Resting badly. 

Notes: Still struggling on getting him to understand what it means to rest when sick. I may have to deal with this inelegantly. 

Log 2.30

Prisoner status: sick

Notes: Today I will put the finishing touches on the chip.

Log 2.30.1

Prisoner status: Quiet

Notes: It’s done. It’s late and I’ve been working all day. Ardent will miss me but this is more important. I have been watching him, he’s reacting perfectly to the situation. Now I will know how this new Dream feels. The server will be safe again once he’s fixed. I feel proud, I feel accomplished. This is not the place to be sharing these feelings, this is strictly a work log. I did miss having a large project. 

Chip DDV2I1 

I learned a lot from the other, this one shouldn’t have any problems. 

Log 2.31

Prisoner status: Scared and sick

Notes: The ML potion continues to give him disturbing false memories. He has backtracked a bit. I cannot get him to talk without a command. I can tell he’s sick from the shaking and the weakness. If this continues I will have to use drastic measures. 

Log 2.31.1

Prisoner status: Injured

Incident report: At approximately 14:36:27 the prisoner experienced a hallucination that led him to call for the warden. I was pouring a cup of coffee at that exact moment and did not hear him until the incident happened. After getting no response he began to slam his hands against the ground. At that point I was back and was able to get him to stop. Luckily it was quick enough that the broken bones were healed with a potion and only bruising remains. 

Log 2.32

Prisoner status: Resting peacefully

Notes: His stress level was getting too high. I used a command to force him to rest. The cell has been quiet and on the cameras he hasn’t moved from his spot. I regret using the command but I cannot risk anything messing this up. 

Log 2.32.1

Prisoner status: Awake

Note: I ran a few minimally invasive tests to corroborate my previous exams. He is able to handle electricity well, possibly from the use of the shock collar. He is able to handle pain well, understandable considering the condition he was found in. He is able to not move when needed. The other Sam at least made him a good patient. 

Log 2.32.2

Prisoner status: Alive, Sitting in the corner of the cell.

Note: I did a quick physical, everything is in working order. It’s time tomorrow. It’s actually happening. I have experience this one should be even better.

Log 2.32.3

Prisoner status: Asleep

Notes: It’s late. He is finally asleep. I have to set up the OR for tomorrow. That's all that is left. The bits I have to cut out in 11 months time will be all that’s left of Dream on this server. 

Log 2.33

Prisoner status: Prepped for surgery.

Notes: Finally, today is the day. I’ve been working on him for the last month. There has been some progress but I expect it to become exponentially more once the chip is installed. 

Log 2.33.1

The surgery took 10 hours. I am exhausted. I’m glad it’s done.  

Log 2.34

Prisoner status: Resting.

Notes: It’s done. 

[aotopmha]

I have been really feeling the limitations of my physical disability recently.

I didn't use to rely on public transport this much for just general movement – I only used it to go to places I really needed to which were a decent distance away from where I needed to go (which I actually very much regret because it was free to me for a while as part of my disability and no longer isn't; I should have used the opportunity more, our public transport is not perfect, but decent enough to be used without massive issues).

Today that reached an high point where I completely forgot to check in my ticket card (we have a card check-in system with busses where you add money or a specific type of ticket to it and use it on a check-in device installed in the bus each time you enter the bus) and got a fine for it as a result for the first time in my life due to a regular inspection.

It was a mess of a ride because the bus was packed and people fainted and ER had to be called, but I still had a bunch of time to check in and just forgot. I was even going to recheck just in case, but inspection hit first, so it was all me.

(Which at the very least was after the ER incident.)

And I realised just how much I have been using transport to get to places because of how exhaustion has now turned into pain, awkwardness and discomfort when walking mildly longer distances.

Not super extreme pain, but rather milder annoying pain, which coupled with all of the above has really been testing my limitations in a way I'm not used to.

And at the start of the year I was feeling especially great about my progress, having gotten into a great routine for working on my walking and posture and everything great coming with it.

I was finally able to find a daily exercise routine that really worked for me and it did wonders to my physical and emotional health.

Current wip theory is that I ended up overdoing it and I'm feeling the consequences in all facets, in unexpected ways.

And I hate it.

I finally found courage and desire to not let my disability limit myself so much – actually exploring the city and trying stuff I've never tried before, actually spending more time outside and enjoying it.

I used to do the bare minimum in terms of going outside because I didn't think there was anything to do because I didn't have friends or money and both are still in fairly limited quantities for me, but recently I started exploring local food places since none of them are hyper-expensive and even if they are, I realised it's okay to treat yourself a few times in a month if you budget properly and keep things balanced.

I realised it's okay to get yourself something good from a local bakery or sushi or burger place occasionally, to add more spice in your life.

Through that also have started to try and diversify and be more smart about my diet as much as possible, too. It's been a gradual process since I moved to just get into a proper self-caring routine.

Eating healthy/properly nutritious and diverse food, keeping up proper hygiene, getting all my chores and responsibilities done as soon as they need to be done, exercising regularly.

Even the fact that I one day decided it's okay to use some of my money for non-essential stuff like games or manga was a long journey because of how limited my money has been my whole life.

In fact, the fine I got isn't too much of a hit because I have been budgeting properly for any possible hits.

And it all has culminated in me genuinely enjoying to go outside, even if it's just a 10-minute walk for groceries.

But hey, guess what, seems my knee decided otherwise and decided it makes my leg an awkward stick after anything more extensive than some walking.

I'm probably going to pull back on my outside time as a first step to see how it effects my walking and really figure out my current limitations and then see how active I can be within those limitations.

And maybe then take a look at further medical help since I've already told my doctors.

I very much fucking hate it, though.

But I'm also very grateful because many people in my position don't have this opportunity to live as full life as possible with the disabilities they live with.

I think I would be at a much more difficult place would I not have a disability pension or some opportunities offered to me to better myself, even as imperfect as they are. And oh boy is it imperfect, but I very much value it.

[angstyandromanticwriting]

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☦︎︎ “𝑺𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒊𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓.” ☦︎︎

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An Angela Orosco (SH2R V.) X Fem!Reader Angsty, Cute, and Fluffy Prompt

[Just a Short Prompt For Today]

Minors DNI!!!

* Dealing with some possibly disturbing themes, here!

I will always try and make links between prompts + main instalments whenever I am writing for a consistent few characters!

* Feel free to refer to earlier instalments for this character + her Reader here!

The Word Count [Exclusive to this Prompt]: standing around 1.8k!

Takes place after James has achieved the ‘Leave Ending’ + engaging with the ‘loop’ perspective of the game!

I hope you enjoy it!

There will be more!

!TW(s) [The Specifics]: Trauma Flashbacks/Intrusive Memories, Implied/Referenced Homophobia & Rejection from Family, Parental Emotional Abuse, Emotional Breakdown/Dissociation, Panic Response/Hyper-Vigilance, Mentions of Violence/Previous Abuse (Implied), Monsters/Body Horror (Mild Description), PTSD Symptoms (Startle Response & Guilt & Freeze Reaction), Implied Grief/Loss of a Past Partner, Suicidal Ideation (Subtle Emotional Context & Not Explicit), Fear of Abandonment/Fear of Harming Loved Ones, Emotional Vulnerability in Romantic Relationships - if I’ve missed any here, please feel free to let me know; thank you, and I hope you enjoy it!

Room 201/Better Here Than There

You hardly notice how quiet you’ve been, when both you and Angela reach the middle of the staircase, and the first set of double doors leading out onto the second floor of the building again.

You remember being here.

You don’t want to, but you do.

You guess that’s just the way it is as you warily make to turn and make sure Angela’s okay beside you only to find her already timidly glancing back at you as you falter, stammering a little as you bow your head, and she hastily averts her gaze again.

“Sorry,” she murmurs, and you frown, lightly shaking your head as you timidly glance back up at her, heart beating way too fast against your almost too weak feeling ribcage.

“Don’t - don’t worry about it,” you manage, and she relaxes, just slightly, expression softening as she reluctantly looks back up at you, just for a brief moment, before she looks away again, not sure why she feels so nervous and unstable all of a sudden. “Are-.. are you ready to go through? We - we don’t have to, I mean - we can probably even go back to 106, we - I’m happy, either way, I - I just-.. I don’t want you to feel like-”

“We can go through,” she reassures, as you fall quiet, demeanour softening as you nod faintly, waiting for a brief moment, before you approach the doors, leaving space for her to change her mind even as you slowly begin to ease them open, her tensing up beside you as you stop in the doorway, and your breath catches again.

It’s familiar.

Way too familiar.

You almost step back, but manage to avoid doing so as you faintly shake your head, hands for a moment lightly balling into fists as you try and recompose yourself, only for snatches of Clara’s voice to sound out in your head yet again as you wince, and hastily bow your head against them.

It hurts.

You can’t deny it hurts, as you struggle to fight back your tears with each whisper that comes again.

There were musings like-

“My mom is going to be so thrilled when I bring you home as my ‘significant other’ for the first time.”

Doubtful replies - reminders of her own voice like-

“I’m still not sure if - if this is a good idea, or-.. I mean, your mom is hella awkward around me. But I’ll try and keep things as light as I can - always for you, okay?”

You wince, wondering why you’d agreed so easily given your knowledge, and your more intensified fears, at the time.

You’d known it would probably go wrong.

Of course you had.

You’d just wanted to try and fix things; to try and do everything you could for her, and yet all you did was make things worse by agreeing to her reckless idea that her parents would be able to accept the both of you being together, when all they’d ever done was - like most people at the time - either been hesitant about it, or completely discouraging about the whole thing.

Your parents had been the same - it was why you’d never told them about how you felt about Clara; about other women, too, over the years.

You knew what they’d say.

How they’d be.

And yet they still found out anyway - of course they did.

You’d not known what else you could do to get away.

You’d never seen them that angry.

So you’d just run off, and stayed wherever else you could.

You remembered you’d got an apartment briefly in the Woodside complex; Clara had briefly got one here.

Room 111, you recalled.

You didn’t want to think about what happened in there - not yet, so you awkwardly cleared your throat, feeling rougher than you did before - more worn, until you lightly feel Angela’s fingertips brushing your’s as you falter again, breath stuttering as you looked back over at her, and she didn’t dare let her gaze meet your’s again as she kept her head low, again not sure why as she looked toward the first room on this floor; the closest, before reluctantly easing herself toward it as you follow behind, wanting to stay as close as you can without scaring her away or making her feel uncomfortable again as she hesitantly tries the handle, and it budges beneath her hand.

You tense up, just for a brief moment, as she presses the door open, looks inside for the briefest of moments to make sure the space isn’t immediately dangerous to walk into as she tightly takes a step forward, and you begin to panic again.

It starts with a shallower hiss of something breath-like than the weird needle-insects do.

More subtle, even.

Maybe you wouldn’t have noticed it, assuming maybe a draft had slipped into the room, until you noticed a glassy pair of eyes, almost hungry-looking, followed by the sound of heavy and hasty stomps on wood and carpet as your own eyes widen, noticing the vaguely presented figure approaching from the dark of the space ahead as you swiftly withdraw the knife Angela had given up to you, so you can hastily ease her out of harm’s way, before instinctively raising the knife up and through the doorway just as the figure gets closer, but before the blade can dig into the figure’s hauntingly broad and looming body, there’s a horrible twisting sound; gut-wrenching, even, as you stagger back, watching the abomination taking place as blood - glinting in the darkness - falls to the ground below as the figure melts away, terror and disbelief in its eyes as your chest rises and falls too quickly, Angela whimpering faintly behind you as she shakes her head, eyebrows tilting upwards before the eyes go dark, and there’s nothing, but a wet stain on the ground where the thing used to be.

You don’t know what to say.

What to even think, as you glance reluctantly back toward Angela to make sure she hadn’t been hurt by it somehow as you carefully manage to voice her name, only for her to shake her head again, eyes wide with the fear and maybe something more as a result of what happened that worried you, in more ways than one.

“I - I’m sorry,” she strains out again shakily, her voice hardly there, as your heart sinks again; you can’t take seeing her like this, as you carefully reach for her, but it’s like she doesn’t recognise you again - at least for a few moments, as she staggers away from your offered embrace, and you’re terrified for a moment that maybe she’ll run again as your knees threaten to buckle beneath you with the same pain as last time as you hastily shake your head, eyes wider than they’ve ever been before as you silently plead for her to stay; to please just stay; to not disappear again as your heart throbs painfully, and your lungs tighten as she lingers for a moment, hardly breathing as she keeps her head low, eyebrows furrowing, but when she moves, she doesn’t run like you’re scared she will.

She inches closer to you.

Your breath stutters in your chest as you stay as still as you can, not wanting to scare her again as she stiffly looks up at you, before her gaze darts away again, and her lips move silently for a moment as she tries to find the right words to say, only to decide that they’re not needed right now as she instead inches ever closer, until you’re both reachable, but still you don’t dare reach out for her again as you wait for her to make the call she wants to make again as she then - after a brief moment of heavy and even perhaps intense silence between the both of you - takes one more step, before she reluctantly reaches out to rest her hands on your sides as you keep your head low, wondering if you should try and meet her gaze again as she carefully eases you closer to her, her arms lightly wrapping around you as you easily relax into her warmth, and her own breath stutters as she tentatively brushes her forehead against your left shoulder, until she feels comfortable to bury her face into the crook of your neck as you carefully return the hug, not tightly at all in case she wants to break free as she stiffens for a moment in response to the feeling of your own arms around her, before relaxing again as her eyelids flutter shut, and she softly breathes your sweet and warm scent in.

“Y/n,” she breathes, and a breath you’d not realised you’d been holding in until now shakily escapes through your lips again at the acknowledgment she makes; at the clarification that she still knows you.

That she still wants to be here, with you, whether she loves you, or not, still, as you whisper her name back as gently as you can, almost sounding like you’re worshiping it; worshiping her, as you kiss her shoulder as lightly as you can, too, relaxing her more than she can say as she stays there with you for a moments longer, before reluctantly shifting in your arms a little so she can glance back up at you, expression softer and more at ease than it was before as she timidly manages to lift her left hand up to rest upon your right shoulder as delicately as she can manage, before she leans forward a little - still somewhat apprehensively as if there’s still something trying to hold her back, carefully let her forehead meet your’s as her gaze locks with your own for a brief moment, or two.

You don’t know how there’s still so much you want to say, in such little time.

You can’t bring yourself to coax the words out, lost in her eyes again, as you softly clear your throat, trying not to let your gaze drop back down to her soft lips again.

Especially not when you remembered how it felt, the first time she’d kissed you the way she did, brief though the moment had been.

She seemed to be struggling, too, quickly averting her gaze again as you softly manage to voice her name once more, before carefully gesticulating toward the room still waiting to the left of you, words not needed still yet for the both of you to understand each other as she nods tightly, before letting you gently guide her inside before you close the door behind you both to ensure nothing can follow in after you, but it did nothing to soothe your worry that there might be something else already waiting inside as you stayed as close as you could to her, before hearing another of those hisses, as you jolt a little, except nothing turns up this time.

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Thank you so much for reading, guys!

I hope you enjoyed it, and are looking forward to the next one!

I will ensure to have this uploaded onto the Angela Orosco Masterlist, shortly, as well as posted onto ao3, at some point!

*I’m taking a short break from ao3 at the moment due to some recent occurrences, but will try and get back onto it if anything does end up sadly happening to Tumblr somehow, or if I just decide to start posting what I’ve done on it again before that can end up happening perhaps!

Until then, I hope you all have a lovely rest of the day/night, and I look forward to seeing you again, soon!

For now, however, I have been - as usual,

And as always,

Your ever faithful, H.H.

Until the next time, guys! 💜

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[10moonymhrivertam]

*pushes my Hazbin doc titles at y'all*

Adding Words to these is escaping me but maybe talking about them would help? Anybody wanna ask me about them?

Alastor Discovers WTNV

Stalled out for logistics reasons (either I couldn't decide how they were getting Earth media or felt I was underestimating how much Alastor has picked up about modern tech against his will)

Alastor Forced to Wrangle Tweens

I got hyper-aware that three of our main cast lived through the 20s and I like time travel, lol I think I just ran out of dopamine to chase here, but there was gonna be a thing where Angel and Husk attempt to summon Lucifer partly to see if he can put them back where they're supposed to be, partly to piss Alastor off.

Charlie v the 20s

Really similar to the above, but starts differently and has more than just the main cast remembering. Specifically, I had a bit of dialogue between Angel and Alstor's Mom occur while I was driving and wrote around it when I got home.

Helluva-Hazbin-Grand-Reopening

I just wanna mash them all together like action figures but writing the introduction has eluded me. Probably I just need to skip forward but I haven't tried yet. Main vehicle for the smashing together is: Blitz and Stolas are invited to the Grand Reopening separately (by Fizz and Charlie). Vague intention to set it after Stolas has given Blitz the crystal, so there are two angles I could write it from - so far I've only tried it on the 'they pulled their heads out of their asses' angle.

Molly Charlie ep 6 Meeting

This predated the Pentious fic, so they share some vibes, but I could see them being different if I expanded this one properly.

Pentious-Molly thing

The Pentious fic! I've made four drafts for the third installment but it isn't budging. I probably just need a new angle but I desperately wanna bring Alastor's Mom into the fic. Then again, I did imply in the first installment that his parents were in Heaven and then didn't touch that again, so maybe I aim for that instead. Or address how self-conscious I'm becoming of the fact that Heaven has the ability to contact Hell. I kinda wanted Hell to be oblivious to redemption but that's not super in-character for Emily. I guess Sera could block her... (can you tell I've worked on this one the most, lol? This post itself may be acting as a Coding Duck to help me start working on stuff again, we'll see. I'll still take questions if you've got some tho ❤️️ I'd love especially if there's anything you'd like to know about the drafts that may be DOA)

Why Am I So Bad at GC Fics

I dunno if it's the dialogue-only, the screen-names, the jokey atmosphere, or what, but I am in fact bad at group chat fics so this one may never happen even if I have really good ideas. ANYWAY! I wanted to do something with Vox being more powerful than anyone (even he) knew, and Hell's cell signals reach all the way to Heaven and they find out Pentious is redeemed when he responds to the group chat. I also love me some Alastor but would be forced to exclude him for OOC reasons. Maybe I could have him reading over Niffty's shoulder or something...

[voroxpete]

I am gonna disagree with OP on something here; I don't thing that knowing how to fuck around in CMD.exe is a necessary prerequisite to playing around with Linux.

There's this presumption that understanding the guts of Windows is some kind of stepping stone to understanding the guts of Linux, and I'm gonna tell you as a professional sys admin who works with both Windows and Linux... I absolutely hate working with Windows.

Windows is a fucking nightmare. Microsoft changes basic design theory every five minutes. It has no unifying philosophy, and no real intention to ever be messed with outside of the UI (and even that is deeply hostile, with the 10/11 UI being comprised of hacked together layers of different interfaces from different eras of Windows design).

Linux is somehow more coherent than this, despite being built by hundreds of random contributors. Seriously, open the KDE settings window and fucking marvel at how everything is just there. Every setting you need, all easily searchable. It's still got its quirks, especially when it comes to theming, but given that Windows theming requires third party software I'd say it still wins that one. And no home user needs theming, it's just cool.

Linux has clearly understood standards for where things like config files go; /etc/ or your home folder. Easy. You have to learn this stuff, but once you learn it it mostly holds true. But God only knows where I'll find that shit on Windows. Maybe in my Documents just fucking cluttering up the place (because no one puts this stuff in hidden folders like they do on Linux), maybe in one of the various meaningless subfolders of AppData, maybe in the program's install folder, maybe somewhere else, who the fuck knows?

You ever install Hyper-V? Your default location for your VMs is in My Documents. On a server. Tell me how that makes any fucking sense.

The Windows permission system is a Lovecraftian nightmare. The Linux permission system can be boiled down to a fucking 3 digit code.

Yeah, learning this shit takes work, but kids learn fast when they're engaged by something and have some good resources to work from. If you're at a place of not knowing anything about how either OS works under the hood, I would absolutely rather throw someone at Linux. Get 'em to make a TryHackMe account and set them loose on the basics course, they'll have a great time.

I'm sure people are gonna yell at me for this, because "Oh well you're a linux nerd so of course you hate Microsoft" without remotely understanding that the reason Linux nerds hate Microsoft is nothing to do with ideology and everything to do with ease of use. Once you take the term to actually get past that barrier and learn the guts, Linux makes so much more sense than Windows. People think Windows is the stepping stone, but it's not; it's just the first rock you washed up on, so everything else looks far away.

Telling young zoomers to "just switch to linux" is nuts some of these ipad kids have never even heard of a cmd.exe or BIOS you're throwing them to the wolves

[nervousmusickingdom]

Windows 11 Pro Product Key – Fast Email Delivery

Windows 11 Pro is Microsoft’s latest operating system, offering a modern interface, enhanced security features, and productivity tools designed for both personal and professional use. To fully unlock its potential, you need a genuine Windows 11 Pro product key. With the convenience of fast email delivery, obtaining and activating your license has never been easier. This article explores the importance of a genuine product key, the benefits of fast email delivery, and how it ensures a seamless and secure activation process.

Why a Genuine Windows 11 Pro Product Key is Essential

A genuine Windows 11 Pro product key is the cornerstone of a secure and functional operating system. Without a valid key, your system may run in an unactivated state, which comes with limitations such as a persistent desktop watermark, restricted personalization options, and the inability to receive critical updates. An unactivated system is also more vulnerable to security risks, as it may lack the latest security patches and protections. By using a genuine product key, you ensure that your licenta windows 11 pro installation is fully functional, secure, and compliant with Microsoft’s licensing terms. This is the first step toward a seamless and optimized computing experience.

The Convenience of Fast Email Delivery

Fast email delivery has revolutionized the way software licenses are purchased and distributed. Instead of waiting for physical copies or shipping, you can receive your Windows 11 Pro product key immediately after purchase. This method is not only quick but also environmentally friendly, eliminating the need for packaging and transportation. Once you complete your purchase, the product key is sent to your email, allowing you to activate your operating system right away. Fast email delivery is ideal for users who need immediate access to their software, whether for personal use, business, or emergency system repairs.

How Fast Email Delivery Works

The process of obtaining a Windows 11 Pro product key through fast email delivery is simple and straightforward. First, you purchase the key from a trusted retailer or Microsoft’s official website. After completing the payment, the product key is sent to your email address within minutes. The key is a unique alphanumeric code that you enter during the Windows installation process or through the system settings. Once activated, your Windows 11 Pro operating system is fully functional, with access to all features and updates. This seamless process ensures that you can start using your new OS without delays.

Benefits of a Genuine Product Key

A genuine Windows 11 Pro product key provides access to all the features and benefits of the operating system. These include advanced security tools like Windows Defender Antivirus, BitLocker encryption, and Windows Hello for biometric authentication. Productivity features such as Remote Desktop, Hyper-V virtualization, and Snap Layouts are also fully accessible with a genuine license. Additionally, a genuine key ensures that you receive regular updates from Microsoft, including security patches, bug fixes, and new features. These updates are critical for maintaining the performance and security of your system.

Enhanced Security and Privacy

One of the primary benefits of activating Windows 11 Pro with a genuine product key is enhanced security. The operating system includes advanced security features that are only fully functional with a genuine license. These features protect your system from malware, unauthorized access, and data breaches. Windows Defender Antivirus provides real-time protection against threats, while BitLocker encrypts your data to prevent unauthorized access. Windows Hello offers secure biometric authentication, ensuring that only authorized users can access your system. By activating Windows 11 Pro with a genuine key, you create a secure environment for your data and applications.

Avoiding the Risks of Counterfeit Keys

Using counterfeit or unauthorized Windows 11 Pro product keys can lead to serious consequences. These keys are often obtained through illegal means and may not activate your system properly. In some cases, they can expose your system to malware or other security threats. Moreover, Microsoft can detect and deactivate illegitimate keys, leaving you with an unusable system. By choosing a genuine product key with fast email delivery, you avoid these risks and ensure that your system is secure, stable, and compliant with Microsoft’s licensing terms. This guarantee provides long-term value and reliability.

Conclusion: Upgrade with Confidence

In conclusion, a Windows 11 Pro product key with fast email delivery is a convenient and reliable way to activate your operating system. A genuine key ensures that your system is compliant with Microsoft’s licensing terms, providing access to all features, updates, and support. The fast email delivery process makes it easy to obtain your key and activate your system immediately. By choosing a genuine product key, you avoid the risks associated with counterfeit software and ensure a stable and optimized computing experience. Whether you’re a professional, a student, or a casual user, a Windows 11 Pro product key is a valuable investment that delivers long-term value. Upgrade to Windows 11 Pro today and enjoy the benefits of a modern and reliable operating system.

[virtualizationhowto]

Hyper-V Server 2025: Nope but sort of?

Hyper-V Server 2025: Nope but sort of? #hyperv #homelab

I think many have been dismayed about the discontinuation of Hyper-V Server. The last version that you can officially download is Hyper-V Server 2019. However, with the release of the Windows Server 2025 Preview ISO, I want to show you guys how you can install a new Windows Server 2025 installation and have roughly the same functionality as Hyper-V Server 2019 and you can have access to the…

[techdirectarchive]

How to uninstall Hyper-V on a Windows PC

In the last article, we discussed how to “Run Hype-V on Windows 11 and Install Windows OS via PXE Boot“. This can be done in many ways including using the Windows control panel, PowerShell or using the Deployment Imaging Servicing and Management tool (DISM). But in this article, we shall discuss How to uninstall Hyper-V on a Windows PC. Please see how to fix “An error occurred while attempting to…

[leam1983]

Some of the comments are a little disconnected from everyday use, honestly.

I work in IT, I get it, in a fair and just world, we'd all be running Proxmox bare-metal and we'd be piling on VM after VM for the sake of freeing ourselves from the shackles imposed on us by corporate ecosystems. The thing is, you are not going to convince someone who's already tech-averse to go this deep, this quickly. Considering how most of my employees do everything on their phones and barely know how to turn their work rigs on or off - and most of them are in their twenties - there's a ton of ground to cover.

Here's a small - if still longish - taste of it all below. Click for more.

Start small. If anyone's curious and wants at least one solid stepping stone, consider checking whether or not your version of Windows contains the Hyper-V virtualization suite. To do so, open your Start menu, and start typing Turn Windows features on or off into the search bar. Pick the first item that pops up, and you'll access a window listing all of your OS' installed and pending features. You're looking for Hyper-V. Click on its box, then let your machine restart.

Congrats, it, uh... sort of looks like nothing's changed, right? That's good, actually. Now what you want to do is head to the Internet Archive and pick whatever operating system from your childhood that you happen to remember, or you could even go nuts and pick out one of the Enthusiast ISOs for Windows freaking 7 that some diehards are still putting together to this day. Pick a system, download its ISO file, and then search for and start Hyper-V.

Following the steps onscreen, you'll create your first virtual machine. For now, just hit Finish right off the bat, the program's going to pick best-case options that'll at least shield you from massive fuck-ups, seeing as this is your first time. Pick out your virtual machine in the main window, right-click on it and select Settings. Inside, you'll point its virtual CD-ROM drive to where you download your operating system's ISO.

If all goes well, you should see your operating system of choice's first boot screen in the window that pops up, once you boot up your VM. You can full-screen the program, if you want to fake running this natively a little more comfortably. Don't forget to (ahem) source a valid CD key through entirely legal means - you only really need to Google for this. If you're looking for a Microsoft key, you'll find Generic keys listed by the boatload. If you're trying out a MacOS install, you might have a little bit of a harder time finding the right serials, but it isn't impossible.

Of course, the easiest option is a Linux distro. Distros, barring a few exceptions, are typically free to use and have no copy-protection shenanigans to handle. If that's your course of choice, start with Linux Mint - it's designed to be as familiar as possible to people coming in from a Windows system. Once you've got the ball rolling, have fun with your now-sandboxed OS install. Revisit old favourites maybe, or even practice using Hyper-V's Guest tools to make your host PC and the virtual machine effectively "share" a network!

Later on, you'll realize that there's virtual machines dedicated to all sorts of things: you can run home automation servers, play games or run servers for said games - the sky's the limit, really. Running your VMs in instances on a bigger OS like Windows works on the short term, but sharing hardware resources like this is a huge pain. Eventually, you're going to want to run a hypervisor - that's a virtualization suite - directly on top of your hardware. That makes it much easier to divvy out resources as needed.

That, however, is neither here nor there if you're just starting out. If all you ever do is power on and shut off a PC, start by running the same version of Windows you're already familiar with on a separate VM. Then, poke at that sacrificial system to your heart's content. The fun thing about virtual machines is that irrecoverable fuck-ups do not exist. Save a state before doing dodgy shit, like you're playing a game on an emulator, and then go on right ahead.

Does the VM now refuse to boot? Reload its last save state. Bam, you're done. Learn that system from the inside out, and then try out its Server Edition, or jump to a Windows or a Mac, all depending. Try out Linux, too! You have no limits on the number of virtual machines you can run - none save your own hardware's limitations.

This is the best start to a home lab that you could possibly get, short of going fucking nuts for what's still just a hobby and speccing yourself a server-grade system to fuck around with.

If this really appeals to you, I'd advise picking up Windows Terminal commands, formerly known as MS-DOS prompts, and pairing that with some passing understanding of Bash. These two Command Prompt syntaxes are essential to start with. For maximum fun and chaos, set your newfangled server as a target, deploy a Kali Linux install, and start picking up Network Security basics by actually playing the part of a hacker.

If this speaks to you, you'll have enough on-hand to potentially make a career out of it. If you're just curious, you'll still know more about how to keep safe online than 99.9% of your fellow netizens.

Someone needs to inform the (rightly) pro-piracy tumblr users that it is no longer 2014 and some of the services they are recommending will turn ur computer in a broken microwave that serves bitcoins to shitheads.

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In this comprehensive guide, you will learn how to install the official Windows 11 operating system on a Hyper-V virtual machine running on Windows 10. The step-by-step instructions provided in this video will make the process easy to follow, even for those new to virtualization. Additionally, this guide also includes tips and tricks to prevent TPM error messages during the installation process, ensuring a smooth and successful installation of Windows 11 on your Hyper-V virtual machine.

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VPN setup on virtual machine

Title: A Step-by-Step Guide to Setting Up a VPN on a Virtual Machine

In today's digital landscape, ensuring online privacy and security is paramount. One effective way to achieve this is by using a Virtual Private Network (VPN). By setting up a VPN on a virtual machine, you can encrypt your internet connection and mask your IP address, thus enhancing your online anonymity and safeguarding your data from potential threats.

Here's a comprehensive guide to setting up a VPN on a virtual machine:

Choose Your Virtual Machine Software: Start by selecting a virtual machine software such as VirtualBox, VMware, or Hyper-V, depending on your operating system and preferences.

Download and Install the Virtual Machine Software: Download and install the chosen virtual machine software on your computer.

Create a New Virtual Machine: Launch the virtual machine software and create a new virtual machine. Follow the prompts to specify the operating system you want to install.

Install the Operating System: Install the desired operating system on the virtual machine. Ensure that the operating system is compatible with the VPN software you plan to use.

Download and Install VPN Software: Once the operating system is installed, download and install the VPN software of your choice. Popular options include ExpressVPN, NordVPN, and CyberGhost.

Configure VPN Settings: Launch the VPN software and configure the settings according to your preferences. Enter your login credentials if required.

Connect to a VPN Server: Choose a VPN server location from the available options and establish a connection. Once connected, all internet traffic from the virtual machine will be routed through the VPN server, ensuring encrypted communication.

Test the Connection: Verify that the VPN connection is working properly by visiting a website that displays your IP address. It should show the IP address of the VPN server, indicating that your connection is secure and anonymous.

By following these steps, you can easily set up a VPN on a virtual machine and enjoy enhanced privacy and security while browsing the internet. Remember to keep your VPN software updated for optimal performance and protection against emerging threats.

Virtual private network configuration on VM

Title: Setting Up a Virtual Private Network (VPN) Configuration on a Virtual Machine (VM)

In the realm of digital security and privacy, the use of Virtual Private Networks (VPNs) has become increasingly vital. Whether for personal or professional purposes, configuring a VPN on a Virtual Machine (VM) can offer a layer of protection for online activities. Here’s a comprehensive guide on how to set up a VPN configuration on a VM:

Selecting a VPN Provider: Begin by choosing a reputable VPN provider that aligns with your security needs and budget. Consider factors such as encryption protocols, server locations, and user reviews before making a decision.

Installing VPN Software: Most VPN providers offer software that can be easily installed on various operating systems, including those used for VMs such as Windows, Linux, or macOS. Download and install the VPN software on your VM following the provider’s instructions.

Configuration Settings: Once the software is installed, launch the VPN application on your VM. You will typically be prompted to enter your login credentials provided by the VPN provider. After logging in, you may have the option to customize settings such as protocol selection, server location, and auto-connect preferences.

Testing Connection: After configuring the VPN settings, it’s essential to test the connection to ensure everything is functioning correctly. Connect to a server location of your choice through the VPN software and verify that your IP address has been masked and your internet traffic encrypted.

Optimizing Performance: Depending on your VM’s specifications and network requirements, you may need to adjust certain settings within the VPN application to optimize performance. This could include selecting different VPN protocols or experimenting with server locations to find the best connection speed.

Regular Maintenance: Keep your VPN software and VM operating system up to date with the latest security patches and updates. Additionally, periodically review your VPN configuration settings to ensure they continue to meet your security and privacy needs.

By following these steps, you can effectively configure a VPN on your Virtual Machine, enhancing your online security and privacy while navigating the digital landscape.

Installing VPN on virtual environment

When it comes to securing your virtual environment, installing a Virtual Private Network (VPN) is a crucial step to ensure the safety and privacy of your data. A VPN creates a secure connection between your device and the internet, encrypting your data and providing anonymity by masking your IP address.

To install a VPN on a virtual environment, there are a few key steps to follow. First, choose a reputable VPN service provider that offers compatibility with virtual environments. Once you have selected a VPN service, download the appropriate software for your virtual machine’s operating system.

Next, install the VPN software on your virtual machine by following the provider’s instructions. This typically involves running the installer and configuring the settings to connect to the VPN server. Make sure to enter your login credentials provided by the VPN service to authenticate your connection.

After successfully installing the VPN software, you can now connect to the VPN server by selecting a server location from the options provided by the service. Once connected, all data transmitted from your virtual environment will be encrypted, ensuring a secure and private connection.

It is important to regularly update your VPN software to ensure the latest security features are in place. Additionally, be sure to adhere to any terms of service outlined by your VPN provider to maintain a secure connection.

By installing a VPN on your virtual environment, you can enhance your data security, protect your online privacy, and browse the internet anonymously with peace of mind.

Setting up VPN on virtualized system

Setting up a Virtual Private Network (VPN) on a virtualized system can provide an additional layer of security and privacy for your online activities. Whether you are using a virtual machine on your computer or a virtual private server in the cloud, configuring a VPN can help encrypt your internet connection and protect your data from potential cyber threats.

To set up a VPN on a virtualized system, you will first need to choose a reliable VPN service provider that offers support for your chosen virtualization platform. Many VPN providers offer guides or tutorials on how to configure their services on popular virtualization software such as VMware, VirtualBox, or Hyper-V.

Once you have selected a VPN provider and signed up for their service, you will typically need to download and install their VPN client software on your virtualized system. The VPN client will allow you to connect to the VPN server and establish a secure connection.

After installing the VPN client, you will need to configure the connection settings based on the information provided by your VPN provider. This typically includes entering the server address, authentication credentials, and encryption settings.

Once you have configured the VPN connection on your virtualized system, you can activate the VPN client and connect to the VPN server. Your internet traffic will then be encrypted and routed through the VPN server, helping to protect your online privacy and security while using the virtualized system.

In conclusion, setting up a VPN on a virtualized system is a relatively straightforward process that can enhance your cybersecurity posture and safeguard your sensitive data from prying eyes. By following the steps outlined by your VPN provider, you can enjoy a more secure online experience on your virtualized environment.

Virtual machine VPN implementation

Title: Enhancing Security: Implementing VPN on Virtual Machines

In today's digital landscape, where cybersecurity threats loom large, safeguarding sensitive data is paramount. Virtual Private Networks (VPNs) have emerged as a crucial tool in ensuring secure communication over the internet. However, implementing VPNs directly on virtual machines adds an extra layer of security and flexibility to your network infrastructure.

Virtual machine VPN implementation involves configuring VPN software within the virtual environment, allowing for encrypted communication between virtual instances and the outside world. This setup offers several advantages:

Isolation and Segmentation: By running VPNs on virtual machines, you can isolate network traffic and segment different parts of your infrastructure. This segregation enhances security by limiting access to sensitive data and resources.

Scalability: Virtual machines can be easily replicated and scaled up or down based on demand. This scalability enables organizations to adapt their VPN infrastructure dynamically, accommodating fluctuating user loads and network requirements.

Resource Efficiency: Virtualized environments promote resource efficiency by consolidating multiple virtual machines onto a single physical server. By hosting VPNs on these virtual instances, organizations can optimize hardware utilization and reduce operational costs.

Flexibility: Virtual machine VPN implementation offers greater flexibility in terms of deployment options. Whether you're utilizing on-premises servers, cloud platforms, or hybrid environments, virtualized VPNs can be deployed seamlessly across diverse infrastructures.

Enhanced Security Measures: Virtual machine environments often come with built-in security features, such as isolation boundaries and snapshot capabilities. Leveraging these features alongside VPN technology strengthens overall network security and mitigates potential threats.

In conclusion, virtual machine VPN implementation presents a robust solution for organizations seeking to bolster their cybersecurity posture. By harnessing the power of virtualization, businesses can fortify their networks against intrusions while maintaining the agility and scalability needed to thrive in today's digital landscape.

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An Angela Orosco (SH2R V.) X Fem!Reader Angsty, Cute, and Fluffy Prompt

[Just a Short Prompt For Today]

Minors DNI!!!

* Dealing with some possibly disturbing themes, here!

I will always try and make links between prompts + main instalments whenever I am writing for a consistent few characters!

* Feel free to refer to earlier instalments for this character + her Reader here!

The Word Count [Exclusive to this Prompt]: standing around 1.2k!

Takes place after James has achieved the ‘Leave Ending’ + engaging with the ‘loop’ perspective of the game!

I hope you enjoy it!

There will be more!

!TW(s) [The Specifics]: Implied Past Child Abuse (CSA Themes), Psychological Trauma & Dissociation, PTSD Symptoms (Panic & Flashbacks & Hyper-Vigilance), Violence & Graphic Creature Description, Depictions of Monstrous Representations of Abuse/Abuser, Self-Blame/Guilt Related to Trauma, Screaming/Distress Sounds, Physical Struggle/Combat, Emotional Vulnerability in Survivors of Abuse - if I’ve missed any here, please feel free to let me know; thank you, and I hope you enjoy it!

Breathing/Remember the Past

When you wake - or think you wake, the atmosphere is hazy around you.

Almost - too bright?

And yet - when you find yourself staring into the orbs that could only be Angela’s eyes, your heart still stutters, and you smile softly despite yourself.

You want to speak, but your throat is too tight.

You hardly notice the familiar setting of Neely’s Bar standing decrepit around you both as you lightly hold onto each other, moving slowly together.

Your face has never felt this warm before.

It never really occurs to you that you don’t really have any recollection of this moment with her - perhaps something very distant, but certainly not a part of this lifetime.

Or whatever the hell it was keeping the both of you here somehow.

There’s soft music playing; you don’t recognise the melody - not at first.

Until you hear the piano playing those soft chords in the background.

Your heart stutters again, and your eyelids even flutter for a moment as you reluctantly avert your gaze, and she lightly presses her face into your left shoulder to try and hide the blush that was already forming upon her own cheeks again.

Clair de Lune.

Debussy.

You could almost feel the carpet beneath your feet; could almost feel the wood of the piano as you trace your fingertips over it.

Things you used to do, when you were a kid.

Your mum playing the same piece on the piano.

Your heart skips a beat; you smile - sometimes you wonder how things would have been, if maybe your parents hadn’t been so forceful.

Their ‘great expectations’ of you.

You sigh, the sound hardly escaping you, when Angela pulls away, and you frown, feeling emptier than you did before.

“Ange-?”

You coo gently, and Angela tenses, wincing, as she bows her head, hugging herself tightly again.

“I’m sorry,” she murmurs, eventually, and you tilt your head partially a little. “Maybe - Maybe I’m just not-..”

She sighs, a pained expression on her face again.

“I’ve-.. this isn’t something I’m-.. look, maybe - maybe I’m just not - graceful enough, to - to learn this.”

You frown, before lightly shaking your head; you aren’t about to just let her give up like that.

You just wished she could see herself the way you’d seen her since that day, back at the cemetery.

“Or - hear me out - maybe you just need to trust me enough to let me lead?”

You suggest, and Angela hesitates, her lips moving silently for a moment.

“I do trust you,” she contradicts gently, her gaze only briefly flicking back up to your’s again as her fingertips lightly pick at the material of her jumper again, “it’s not like I don’t trust you, I just-.. Y/n, I - I don’t want to - to disappoint you, okay? I-.. I don’t want - I don’t want to lose you.”

You falter, your expression softening as you shake your head again, your heart throbbing painfully.

“You’re not losing me - I promise, Angela, I - I could never-..”

Your throat tightens again; you’re worried about saying the few words you want to share with her.

You frown again, before nodding tightly, as you try and think of something else you could say.

“You could never - never disappoint me, either,” you try and reassure her, “I’m happy just - being here with you; I’ve always just been-.. Angela, I-”

You tried.

It seems like in every time and place you can’t stop it.

Angela’s eyebrows furrow softly, as you tense, awkwardly clearing your throat again.

“Anyway, we - erm - we should probably-”

“Wait-”

She strains out, and you falter in an instant, before timidly glancing back at her, your heart pounding too fast despite the fear that is still building in the depths of your stomach, now.

“Can-.. before we go-.. can we - at least - try - again, maybe?”

She requests, and you try not to let your eyelids flutter alongside your heart this time.

You fail, and much too easily.

“Sure,” you answer breathlessly, as Angela relaxes, evidently relieved as she smiles faintly back at you, before timidly averting her gaze again.

“Thank you,” she returns, and you almost don’t hear it, as you timidly inch closer to her again.

She, too, steps forward, as she warily allows her gaze to return to your own.

You’re hardly breathing anymore, as you offer her your hand, to start with.

She - in turn - hesitates, just for a brief moment, before she lifts her left hand to rest it in your right one, her own heart stuttering at the feeling all over again.

Your palm is so warm; so soft, against her own, and it makes her smile, even, as she bows her head, afraid of you seeing the effect you’re having on her.

You almost want to lean in and delicately kiss her, but that’s when the atmosphere seems to start fading away, and when your eyes truly begin to open again.

You wince, as you tightly lift your head, but both Angela and the fleshy amalgamation aren’t in the room with you anymore.

You begin to panic even before you hear the scream.

Your first thought when you heard it had been strained, and shaky, as your eyes widen, and you’re reaching for the knife again through the pain burning throughout your body at previously being thrown.

It was the first thing you whispered, and the thing that terrified you more than anything else ever had before.

It was Angela.

The scream could have only been coming from her.

You cry out as you stagger off of the ground, your legs hardly carrying you as you try and push forward toward the door, determined to try and get to her again as you shove the barrier open, almost falling forward as you instead hold yourself up using the wall, before you turn your head, your heart sinking as soon as you see the same monster from before facing away from you, and looming over Angela, now heavily leaning on the ground as she tries to shuffle away from the beast above her, only for it to follow her every step as she whimpers faintly, and you think you can hear her saying your name again.

It only makes you hurt more; only increases the anger you feel toward the monster tormenting her as you draw in a barely audible shaky breath, before you nod tightly, turn to face it, and begin to run toward it before it can even turn around, and try and knock you down somehow.

You noticed that the beast already looked bloodied; Angela must have got a few hits in - with what, you didn’t know, considering you still had the knife, but you were glad regardless that she had managed to hurt it, especially when you were almost certain that this could be a twisted representation of her father’s abuse of her somehow.

You don’t even think, as you drive the knife down into its back, making it release another of those horrific roar-screams, your teeth gritting as it hits your eardrums, and you wonder for a moment if they’re bleeding already.

It doesn’t matter.

Not right now.

Not whilst the creature is still breathing.

Not whilst Angela is still breathing.

You have to do this.

You need to do this.

For her.

Always for her.

Whether it kills you, or doesn’t manage to, somehow.

You’re determined, as you dig into its flesh one more time, before it finally turns around, and you’re knocked back down onto the ground, and miserably all over again.

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Thank you so much for reading, guys!

I hope you enjoyed it, and are looking forward to the next one!

I will ensure to get this uploaded onto the Angela Orosco Masterlist shortly, as well as posted onto ao3, soon!

Until then, I hope you all have a lovely rest of the day/night, and I look forward to seeing you again, soon!

For now, however, I have been - as usual,

And as always,

Your ever faithful, H.H.

Until the next time, guys! 💜

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