#i took most of my furniture with me and i still struggled and didn't buy stuff immediately

[rookiesbookies]

Gaz and his Loser as the next part of my Sex Doll AU. This was much asked for and edited by my lovely mutual @shotmrmiller

Gaz’s story of getting bought goes much like all the others. His loser saw an ad on a social media app. She clicked it accidentally and it took her to the sleazy website. He cost a pretty penny but she had the extra cash to spare, so she figured why not. As the girl's cursor hovered over his image on the screen she went ahead and clicked buy.

His arrival was clunky. Getting him through the door was annoying, but he definitely could have been more difficult. She had waited to open him until a special day when she felt she could use the companionship. She did her best to understand the instructions of the manual, which was in some unknown or gargled print of a language she couldn’t recognize.

Gaz awoke with a start, the memories of his previous owner fading away as if it had never happened. Just a flash.

He looked around the unfamiliar room, taking in his new surroundings. It was dimly lit, with plush furniture and expensive decor. He could hear soft music playing in the background.

And then he saw her.

She was standing by the door, looking at him with a curious expression on her face. She was beautiful, everything he could have craved.

His eyes roamed over the silky fabric that hugged her curves, a delicate lingerie in a seductive shade of pink-red. The sight made his breath hitch, and he found himself struggling to keep it steady as he took in every inch of her exposed skin. He could feel his pulse quicken at the mere sight of her, and all he could do was let out a heavy exhale as desire coursed through him.

She seemed nervous under his gaze, his eyes didn't hold scrutiny but she didn't know what to expect... He finally registered how exposed she was. Crotchless panties and a heart shape. Valentine's Day. His poor loser is single on Valentine's Day.

"All ready for me, love?" He teased breathlessly. "Come on, don't be embarrassed."

There was something about him that felt more human, more empathetic. He felt like more than just a sex toy, definitely more than whatever he was marketed as. She could tell he was probably worth more than whatever she paid for him.

"Well, I may not be your ideal Valentine's date but I promise to make it special for you."

She almost couldn't form words as he grew closer, speaking into her lips, "Tell me what you want."

She responded eagerly, leaning to kiss him.

Their lips met in a fervent dance of desire, a tangle of tongues and teeth as they each sought to consume the other. Her hands roamed his body, feeling the firm muscles beneath his shirt, while he cupped her face gently as if she were the most delicate thing in the world. The air between them crackled with anticipation, charged with an undeniable electricity that sent shivers down her spine.

As their kiss deepened, he slowly began to trail kisses down her neck, his warm breath sending tingles across her skin. She tilted her head back in silent invitation, giving him better access to the curve of her throat. With each feather-light touch of his lips, she let out a soft sigh of pleasure, her body responding instinctively to his every move.

He moved lower still, his lips leaving a trail of fire along her collarbone and down to the swell of her breasts. He continued to move down her body and to her crotchless panties, smiling greedily as he dove in.

She was now completely at his mercy, and she relished in the feeling, knowing that he would take her to heights of pleasure she had only dreamed of.

Finally, he reached her crotchless panties and smiled greedily as he dove in. His tongue flicked against her clit, sending waves of electric pleasure through her body. She let out a moan as his skilled tongue continued its exploration, teasing and taunting her until she was writhing beneath him.

His fingers were long and slender, gliding in and out of her with ease. They glistened with her arousal, moving in a steady rhythm that mirrored the rise and fall of her chest.

Her body writhed beneath him, her skin flushed and glistening in the dim light of the room, growing slicker as it went on. His fingers disappeared between her thighs, moving in a quick and skilled rhythm. Pleasure flooded her senses, her mouth watering with the taste of him on her lips.

Her skin flushed pink as he stroked her clit, his fingers moving in a skilled dance. She arched her back and her breasts rose and fell with each desperate breath. His focused gaze on her body showed a burning desire, mirroring her own.

Her mouth went dry as he found her sweet spot, dragging his tongue along her folds and tasting her arousal as his fingers wiggled within. She could taste the salt of her skin on his lips, making her crave more of his touch.

The scent of sex filled the air, a heady mixture of sweat and desire that made her pulse race even faster. As she grew closer to climax, the scent intensified, making his desire for her nearly uncontrollable.

Her moans filled the room, growing louder and more desperate with each moment. The sound of their breathing and the slick movements of his fingers echoed off the walls, heightening the intensity of their passionate encounter.

Just as she was about to reach the peak of pleasure, he suddenly removed himself from between her legs. She let out a whimper of protest, her body craving his touch.

But he had something else in mind. He stripped off his clothes completely, revealing his toned and muscular body to her hungry gaze.

She caught her breath at the sight of him, feeling a rush of desire pulse through her veins. Without any hesitation, he dove back in between her thighs, his mouth hungrily finding hers as he inserted himself between her slick folds.

She let out a gasp at the sudden feeling of fullness, pleasure shooting through every nerve in her body. His spit added an extra layer of slickness and heat as he thrust into her with a steady rhythm. He folded one of her legs up over his shoulder, wrapping around his waist as he began to move after her breathing leveled out.

Their bodies moved together in perfect synchronization, their breathing growing ragged and heavy as they both chased after their own release.

Her mind couldn't wrap around the sex. It felt like he was fitted perfectly to serve the master that is her body. He fit perfectly, like the missing piece to her puzzle.

Her nails dug into his shoulders as she arched into him, lost in the intense pleasure coursing through her veins. The only sounds that filled the room were their moans and gasps for air, mingling together in a symphony of passion.

As they both reached the peak of ecstasy together, their bodies tensed and shuddered in sort of unison. Like his was triggered by her body's release at a deeper level beyond just good sex. An intense wave of pleasure washed over them both, leaving them both breathless and satisfied.

They collapsed onto the floor in a tangle of limbs and sweaty skin, their hearts still racing from the intensity of their encounter.

He pulled her close to him, kissing away any lingering doubts or fears that may have been within her mind.

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[dollsonmain]

omg

Another chaotic day, but chaotic in a different way.

She added even more tasks to my morning which I don't appreciate. I already struggle to get anything done.

Right when I discovered that the reason the floor in the cooler has been sticky is because someone spilled a whole gallon of milk in there and never told anyone, which of course I was told to clean up because I work there, and it was horrible because it already was stinky and clumpy, and I only had like 20 minutes left before it was time to go, a customer dropped a Monster and it exploded covering two whole panels of products.

The milk spill was in THE most inconvenient place in that furniture will have to be moved, the 20 foot floor mat will have to be pulled out and hosed down, then let to dry, and I physically just fucking can't especially in only a half an hour.

And the Monster Mangler was so sorry. He was like "Um..... I'll pay for that uh..." and I was like "Nah, man, that sort of thing happens." He didn't break anything, he just made everything sticky.

Then she gave me Tasks and I tried to find the sausage patties, looked right at the box, and didn't see it because it was well past Eat Time but I didn't get eat time because I was only scheduled 5 hours today, and both my blood sugar and pressure were dropping and I saw something entirely different in that box. I saw bread rolls.

I'm actually still not convinced that box isn't full of bread rolls.

So I don't know.

And like... The whole cooler needs to be dumped out and hosed down. It's disgusting in there. There's stinky milk, there's mold, there's soda spilled, there's Monster...

And she's like Ok do Task when I had like 10 minutes left which is when I should be counting my drawer and doing my dishes, and Task, which I guess I'm the official sandwich maker now and I do not like that I hate making food and it's such a pain because I have to take the gloves on and off to ring up customers and I get stuck in the gloves because my hands sweat.

I think I need to take some simple cotton gloves to wear under the work gloves maybe. I do have a bunch of those somewhere.

And it's just the same shit you can buy at Walmart and put together yourself and you're just paying like 400%. Because I made it.

Like....

You get one sub roll, 3 thin slices of cheap turkey sandwich meat, and 2 slices of even cheaper American cheese for $5.

The "Cold Cut Sub" is literally a sub roll, 2 slices of Oscar Mayer Bologna, and 2 slices of American cheese.

...

And I just.... I hate making this shit.

But that's apparently my job, now, even though I didn't retake the food handler's course and didn't apply for sandwich lady.

It was already half an hour past when I was supposed to leave, and I still had to tally my drawer, which I couldn't because I couldn't count anymore, because the sugar.

And I also don't get to pee which is bad because of my kidneys. Which is isn't that I'm not allowed to go pee it's just that I don't get a chance. I'm the only one on the floor. So it'd been from about 5:30 since That Guy was able to drive me to work this morning, until like.... noon, until I got to pee and that didn't smell great which is a bad sign. I have to monitor the smell of my pee for kidney infection smells.

I'm chugging water rn to flush everything out.

And it EXTRA sucks because I wanted to go to town this weekend to go to Goodwill and get a keychain bracelet thing or a lanyard for the store key so I can better keep track of it until I give it back to Manager when she gets back from her trip week after next, but I can't do that because That Guy took the car for the weekend. He'll be home Sunday.

So.

I can't do that until Sunday evening or Monday after work at least.

I have fewer hours next week. I guess in case no one else is in the store to give me a chance to go eat at lunch time. Manager said her sister will try to be there when I get there in the morning but there's no guarantee, and the way she's setting things up it sounds like she half expects her sister to not show up at all. Their dad, the owner, tends to show up around my lunch time but doesn't get on the floor. He does admin stuff in the office while he has his breakfast.

Multiple of my fingernails split so I have to cut them all off again.

I'm so.

I'm

tired

[i-can-even-burn-salad]

For Aurelia

2. What kind of skills did they learn in childhood and adolescence?

16. What's something they'd spend significant money on for themself?

For Laurent:

4. How often do they dance? Do they dance by themselves? Significant dancing moments, if any?

27. Have their morals changed over time or stayed relatively the same?

Thank you for the ask 💜 from this ask game.

Meh, it's gonna be long *snips*

For Aurelia

2. What kind of skills did they learn in childhood and adolescence?

As a child, she learned the normal things children in a major city with access to schools would learn — reading, writing, calculating, basics of history and some natural sciences (don't come at me with worldbuilding). She already had bad vision, so she struggled with some things, and when their parents got a third child, they kind of... dropped her.

They didn't bother teaching her any but the most basic life skills. In a way, they're still convinced she won't make it on her own — and she's 44, hasn't lived at home in over 20 years, and runs her own store. On the rare occasions she visits home, they still ask her if she's found a man yet to take care of her 🙃

When she was around 12, she began to hang out at a candy store and befriended the owner, Rachel. Rachel let her help for fun at first but quickly realized that Aurelia really loved what she did. So she began to teach her for real, and When Aurelia became of age, Rachel let her move in.

Finally out of her parents' house, she grew much more confident. She found a group of other blind people who shared their knowledge with her, she learned how to navigate the city, and how to live on her own. When Rachel's health began to decline, Aurelia took over more and more responsibility, ultimately inheriting everything.

The latest thing she learned is this world's equivalent of braille. It started to spread widely a few years back, and since she now has barely any usable vision left, she gladly embraced it.

16. What's something they'd spend significant money on for themself?

She loves her store, but I don't think any kind of rare ingredient or machine she doesn't have yet is really in the spirit of this question 😂 She totally would.

For herself, there is little she needs or wants. She inherited everything from Rachel, store, living quarters, furniture and all, and sees little reason to replace anything. She likes to buy nice clothes, but she also would not spend *significant* money on them.

She would probably pay people do to some things for her. At the moment, she pays to has her laundry done and her store windows cleaned, but she would gladly get someone to do all paperwork for her, clean everything else, or perhaps cook, because she doesn't like cooking. She would also love to hire and teach an apprentice, to keep the art of candy making alive and have a pair of helping hands around.

If she didn't have a contact in the Order of Fire, she might buy some of the assistive devices they make. That would probably take a while longer though; many are still prototypes and it's unlikely she would have access to one to figure out what she likes and can use if Cecelia didn't keep her updated with the newest developments.

For Laurent

4. How often do they dance? Do they dance by themselves? Significant dancing moments, if any?

He dances occasionally. Yvan refuses to show up at any pompous parties, so Laurent sometimes accompanies Cedric. He did learn it to fit in, or perhaps to get close to someone for information, it's been a while. Whatever the reason, he realized he liked it, though he prefers smaller occasions to the grand balls of Caldeia's elite.

There's something about the rhythm and pattern of steps and movements he likes, and it gives him a reliable framework of established rituals to interact with people oh no, please can one of my chars stay NT for once.

Significant dancing moments, you say? *giggle*

27. Have their morals changed over time or stayed relatively the same?

He has been friends with Cedric for over 20 years. Let's just say, with time, I think all their morals changed. In their 20s, they were much more idealistic, but they quickly figured out that being good gets you nowhere.

I think at the core, there's still the fact that they would never willingly hurt innocents—it's just that their definition of hurt and innocents has become, uh, flexible. Stealing some small things from rich people won't really hurt them, and someone who's a threat to them or their friends isn't innocent 😅

I would love to say that they're helping those in need and shit like that, but while that sometimes happens, their primary goal is their own lifestyle and the lives of those close to them.

[robotslenderman]

Have an appt with the gyno tomorrow bc of the mood swings. I know I'm better today bc I struggled to open a box of impact driver bits and it pissed me off, but I didn't have the urge to destroy it, so that's a good sign.

I took a mental health day today tho due to the urges and impulses I was getting on Mon/Tues - I wasn't really in any condition to be interacting with patients and while I was able to keep a lid on it those days it was *fucking hard*, when usually that kind of thing comes really easily to me. So spent the day lying in, then built the last piece of IKEA furniture. Slowly moving things back into my room bit by bit, already brought in my knitting stuff and most of my books. Moved my chair back into place as well.

Not happy about the amount of money I've spent this month, but none of it was wasteful so it is what it is. I don't tend to buy much (outside of buying lunch, which I've given up on trying to rein in), and when I do buy stuff it's always stuff I use, so it's not a horrible thing. Pay comes through tonight anyway.

Ex boss has sent me an employment summary to use in my grad school application. She asked me which pronouns she should use. 💜

Very nervous about applying for grad school. Sought clarification on the FEE-HELP/CSP thing but admissions was like "lol idk" so still in the dark as to whether or not I'll have to fund out of pocket/whether you need a CSP in grad school to get a government loan (you definitely do for undergrad). My work experience should help me get a place but my grades were so bad it's far from given.

[amarantine-amirite]

The Frustration Trap

It started when we had to buy a new oven. We did our research before we purchased the range we wanted. At least, we thought we bought the range that we wanted.

I was 17 and my parents were away on business when they delivered the unit. We did not receive an oven. The local hardware store instead delivered what I maintain is the most useless cooktop in existence instead of the range we wanted.

Most importantly, there was no oven. We can't make do with just the stovetop. Some argue otherwise, but there are some foods you need to put in the oven. For example, sous-vide chicken wings just don't taste right.

I swung by the furniture store where we bought the range. I waited forever to talk to someone because the place was crawling with personal shoppers who soaked up the cashier's time and attention. I've never seen personal shoppers in a housewares store other than for people in wheelchairs, not even in a fancy housewares store.

Finally, someone came over to help. "Hi, can I help you?" said a sales associate with a bushy hairdo, mustache, and a name tag that read "Doug."

"Yes," I said, "we bought a range here and you delivered a totally useless cooktop"

Doug tilted his head to one side. "What was wrong with it?"

I pulled out the picture I took of the cooktop on my phone. "The piece of shit that called itself a cooktop had no dials and was made of window glass painted to look like quartz glass."

Doug had difficulty believing what I just said. He tipped his head to one side. "How would you work a cooktop with no dials?" he asked.

"By using the app that goes with it, which is also total shit," I huffed. It pisses me off that the manufacturer forces you to download a crappy app to restore functionality you expect to come standard.

"Oh, this?" Doug said as he pointed to the app on my phone, "Yeah, their app is super easy to use."

"Ya think?"

Doug began his bullshit-laden spiel. "well, it's free and -"

"No, it's not." I interrupted, "The app wasn't free and the subscription fee cost almost twice as much as our rent!"

"Well," Doug stammered, "you can control the cooktop from anywhere - "

I blinked at him. "Doesn't matter. This stupid app made you give it your social security number to set up two-factor authentication and your bank account to verify payment information. I have no idea how stupid people would be to use it," i said, "Worse, none of the materials online mentioned you'd need this to install the app."

"Why is it stupid?" Doug asked.

"I'm positive that this app harvests your data and sells it on the black market."

Doug still didn't get it. "What's your point?"

"My point is you didn't deliver the product you wanted and what you did deliver is useless." I said tensely.

Doug shrugged. "How is this my problem? I'm not responsible for what we sell."

"Yes, you are" I nodded, "You are a salesman. You are responsible for assisting the customer when the product fails to meet expectations." I can't believe I had to tell him his job.

Doug raised his hands. "Hey, it's not my fault your frustration tolerance is so bad," he said defensively. He did the human equivalent of a lazy pony that trots really fast when you ask him to canter and hopes you don't notice.

I started to lose my patience. I felt myself tense up and go up on my tiptoes. "I do not have bad frustration tolerance," I said. I struggled not to yell at him. "The same things that frustrate you also frustrate me. I'm just more vocal about what's bugging me than other people."

"Yes, but let me repeat myself here," Doug said to me, "I am not responsible for the manufacturer telling the truth, nor am I responsible for managing the customer expectations. My mandate is that I only get the thing out of the store."

"No," I corrected, "that's only half your mandate."

Doug nervously turned around. "I'm going to get my manager."

"Yes," I nodded, "please do, because you're clearly too stupid to handle this on your own."

The manager arrived but did nothing to help. "Is there a problem here?" she asked with a facial expression that suggested I pulled her away from playing League of Legends on company time.

I noticed her name tag read "Anna". "Yes, I bought a range and they delivered a cooktop that leaves loads to be desired and the salesman has done nothing to help me rectify why I've received a subpar product," I said.

Anna shrugged her shoulders. "Why should I deal with your frustration?"

"Because it's a question of customer service," I huffed. I tried not to yell at her because people who work in stores have shit jobs and it isn't fair to yell at people who are trying to help even though their pay and work environment is crap.

Anna shook her head and said, "No, you just can't cope with frustrations."

I could feel myself losing control. My mouth dried up and I started shaking and pointing indiscriminately. "I do not have any more of a problem coping with frustrations than the next person," I said unbelievably quickly, "What I have trouble coping with is Doug's inability to do his job!"

Anna leaned forward and talked down to me, "No, he does his job just fine, you're just a bitch with the frustration tolerance of a four-year-old."

There was no way I could get myself back down. I couldn't even leave the store. I just froze. While I stood there unable to calm myself down, she proceeded to record me on her phone

It slowly occurred to me that she egged me on in hopes she could get a good Karen video to post online and license the rights to the highest bidder. I tried to walk away before I could further humiliate myself, but my legs just wouldn't move. I know because I fell over just turning around.

In hindsight, I don't think it would have helped. "I'm putting that on YouTube!" Anna exclaimed triumphantly.

The video went viral. It spread like wildfire across social media platforms. It captured the attention of thousands, including my parents.

They came home from their business trip early so they could deal with me. Dad brought the suitcase in from the car. I took a deep breath and steeled myself for what would come.

"We need to talk," Dad began as he slammed his large suitcase on the stairs.

"Lay it on me," I sighed as I sat down on the couch.

Dad walked into the living room, sat in front of me, and pulled up the video on his phone. "I saw this video of you giving the manager of the Karl Farbman Store a hard time about the range we bought," he sighed heavily in frustrated disappointment.

I didn't hesitate to defend myself. "Because it wasn't right, and they weren't doing their job," I firmly retorted.

Dad pinched the bridge of his nose, a sign of mounting frustration. "Harriet, this is why you need to check before you accept the order," he reasoned, trying to get his point across.

"It's not my fault they brought it while you were away," I responded with a touch of exasperation, "They said they were bringing it the week before you left."

Dad looked at me incredulously. His frustration broke through. "Then whose fault is it? Charles DeGaulle's?!" he exclaimed sarcastically.

My eyes widened in disbelief. "You weren't there!" I shouted, "Those morons were the exact opposite of helpful!"

Dad waves his hands horizontally. "It doesn't matter, Harriet," he grimaced, "The problem isn't the customer service at Farbman, the problem is you wear your frustrations on your sleeve, and that attracts the wrong attention."

I crossed my arms. "Not all the time," I protested.

Dad shook his head. "Harriet, when you deal with people, they see you express what's bugging you, and unfortunately, they take advantage of you so they can get a Karen video that they hope will go viral," he explained, "They set a trap, and you walked right into it."

My eyes narrowed. "Well, then, avoid those people," I shot back.

Dad shook his head. "You're going to be avoiding everybody if you do that," he retorted. "Retail workers make next to nothing, so what would you do if you saw someone who was upset, and you knew that you'd make ten times your yearly salary from the video of their meltdown?"

"Start looking for a better job?" I asked. I wasn't wrong.

"No. You'd egg them on and hope you got something explosive enough that you could license it to a content aggregator," Dad shouted like this was something that I should know, "Anyone who works in retail will natter at customers until they explode, but for most people, it doesn't post a problem because they don't express frustration as visibly as you do."

I hesitated before I said anything. Nattering at people until they blow up so you can make money off the footage of their tantrums didn't seem normal, but maybe I had just gotten lucky. "So, you're saying it's my fault that someone tricked me into misbehaving?" I questioned. How can the actions of someone else be my fault?

"No, Harriet," Dad said sharply, "it's your fault for taking the bait."

I mentally checked out. Nothing Dad said made any sense, so I picked up the Rubik's cube and tried to solve it.

Grandpa gave me the Rubik's cube just before he died. He asked me to solve this ordinary-looking but very special cube. I received no instructions on how to solve it, only a note that read: There are two kinds of people in the world - people who can solve Rubik's cubes, and people who just move the stickers around to make it look like you solved it. The latter are cheaters.

It's been a month. I'm nowhere near solving it. The mechanism would jam if I turned in a certain way. Unfortunately, turning it that way seemed to be a requirement to solve the puzzle. I tried so many other ways to avoid turning at the way where it got jammed, but nothing worked. It'd feel like I got somewhere but then I'd make an even bigger mess and have to start over.

Dad caught me struggling to turn the Rubik's cube. "You see? You're doing it again, Harriet."

"No, I'm not!" I grunted as I turned it as hard as I could.

To everybody's shock, the Rubik's cube broke apart after I turned it. If you turned it past the point where it jammed, the cube itself would open up to reveal the mechanism inside. I looked at the mechanism and saw it contained an SD card. I picked it up and put it in the pocket of my jeans.

I haven't been able to sleep that night. At about 1 a.m. the next day, I got up and plugged the SD card into the computer. I noticed only one item: a wave file titled November-3-2002-Broadcast.

I clicked on the link, intrigued by the mysterious recording that awaited me. As the audio began to play, I realized it was a recording of an alien anthropologist calling into a podcast. The familiar voices of the podcast hosts greeted the extraterrestrial guest.

"Welcome to the show," the host chimed in. "What's up? You've reached our podcast."

The caller gave the people on the podcast the surprise of their lives. "Uh, yeah, my name is Jethré. I'm one of the many aliens studying your species, and I'm calling to lodge a complaint."

The host sat there with a confused look on his face, looking confused. "OK?" he responded casually. He thought it was a joke - people prank call podcasts all the time, especially in the fall.

Jethré quickly explained, "Your species needs to stop calling yourselves Homo sapiens. The term sapient means something specific: a sentient species. Many species of sentient aliens, ours included, do not consider humans sentient."

The host's disbelief turned into curiosity. "Why is that?" he asked. He seemed genuinely intrigued by the alien's perspective.

"Because you humans are unable to keeneetaa," Jethré responded.

While the host muttered "What the hell is keeneetaa?"; his co-host chimed in with a suggestion. "Is it the ability to evolve intelligence without destroying our environment?"

Jethré promptly dismissed the notion. "Nope, it's not that," xe replied.

The co-host's determination persisted. "How about the ability to power our big brains on a plant-only diet?"

I don't think any of those are right. It sounds like someone projecting their wishful thinking onto something they don't understand. It's more likely that keeneetaa is either a universal language understood by all members of a species, a connection to some psionic web of understanding, or some wacky dance with little kicks and thumbs.

Jethré finally told us what keeneetaa was supposed to be. "It's neither. Keeneetaa is the sound of something colliding with nothing." xe said.

It took me a while to figure out what something colliding with nothing was supposed to mean. "No Earth language has a word for the instantaneous realization that something magnificent doesn't exist."

The alien was right. No language on Earth has a word for that, not even German, and German has a word for everything. We do, however; have a story for it: the story of The Emperor's New Clothes.

I thought back to my debacle with the stove we bought from the Karl Farbman store. The salespeople went on and on about how fantastic the smart cooktop was, but I was the only one who saw it for what it was: nothing but garbage. I saw something everyone said was magnificent was really nothing.

Does this mean I am the only sentient human because I can keeneetaa? Only time will tell.

@sstrangeprompts

[ryuzakemo128]

Blue and Red make Purple - Stranger Things

Polyamorous Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson x Oksana "Gorgon" Uvarova headcanons

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Oksana "Gorgon" Uvarova x Steve Harrington

Links: Dividers /Masterlist 01 / Masterlist 02/ Vikings Masterlist / Dividers 02 /Dividers 03 / Dividers 04

[Part Two]

Oksana got into Butterscotch pudding most of the time. As it was the first thing she had the first night in America with her sisters and her mother.

Oksana's dark humour comes from a broken home. Much like Eddie. Only she won't hide it.

Oksana encourages people to do things they like. While also pushing for financial independence. "Go to band practice more often. If this is your passion, keep going." - About Oksana talking to Eddie about his band Corroded Coffin.

"I hope I never see him again, and if you see him, ignore him. He will try anything he can to his advantage. Think of him as a man child and deny, deny, deny. I won't get offended by it. It will save your sanity and your emotional bandwidth later. It will prevent needing therapy later." - About her father.

Most of the furniture Oksana buys are secondhand, and she ends up-scaling them afterwards to make them look far more expensive than what they were.

"I don't think my father was a handy man. My mother knew how to learn different things to fix stuff at home." - Oksana about her mother. Oksana embroiders ripped up couches to add more colour to them. Oksana reads up on how to fix things and then fixes it while they're asleep. Oksana likes to stay busy at all times.

Oksana does part-time work like newspaper delivery, dog walking, lawn mowing and various small jobs other people won't do. As she struggled to get someone to hire her.

Oksana had the thing of, 'I'm too good-looking to keep and too much of a handful to leave'. Steve did not like it when she talked about herself that way. It was like she was putting a price tag on her self-worth, and he had enough of that in his life. She stopped saying it, which he thought was a good sign. Eddie said it was because she realized that Steve didn't think of her that way.

Oksana bought the first place they all moved into together. She jokes and says, "Look where this brings you. Back to me." She also adopted a ginger cat named Walter beforehand.

Oksana also buys hair products for Eddie's curly hair. Stating it was important for him to take care of his hair and that she loved his curly hair.

Oksana started studying to become a tattoo artist during her first senior year, and has been doing it ever since. Some of her new tattoos were inspired by Eddie's npcs in his D&D campaigns.

The herb garden, the hydroponic fruit and veggie gardens provide fresh produce for them. The beehives give them honey. The chickens give them eggs and meat. The ducks give them eggs and meat. The rabbits give them meat and fur. They also have a small orchard of fruit trees and berry bushes. The garden is their main source of food, and it's where they spend most of their time when they're not working or studying.

Oksana is still encouraging Steve to go study in collage too. But Steve is hesitant. Steve worries about leaving the financial burden on Oksana and Eddie. Oksana assures him they can manage, and that his happiness is important too. She even offers to help him study while he works part-time. She even says she has plans on going to college when she feels like it. Just not now.

Oksana got into death metal, heavy metal and other subgenres of metal when Eddie met her the first time. Eddie was amused when Oksana told him she was high at the time. He said, "I'm not surprised, you were pretty high, and you were very open about it."

When Walter brought in a stray kitten. Oksana immediately adopted the small calico kitten from the veggie patch. She took it to the vet inside her light blue truck and carried the tiny kitten inside a shoebox. She named her Dusty. The same nickname Dustin had. She introduced Dustin to the cat after a while.

Oksana's Gorgon nickname came from being bullied in her old boarding school in Russia. She said, "Gorgons are hot, though, and I'm hot. It is just a win for me."

Oksana insisted on separate bedrooms to keep their own space and privacy. Oksana with her sleeping on her stomach stops after a while because it happens if she had too much to drink the night before. She also can't sleep on her back because she gets nightmares from it.

Oksana's bedroom is an eclectic pick of different styles. From metal to goth. From the fur jacket to the platform boots that added five inches to her height of 6'6".

Oksana's female character crush being Elvira. Which before dating Steve and Eddie, she came out as bisexual.

Oksana often reads H.P. Lovecraft books before going to sleep at night. The look of her getting ready for bed with rollers in her hair and reading a book in bed for an hour before. Sometimes its crocheting tiny horror plushies or eyeball sweaters.

NSFW:

Oksana's lingerie is bought from different Adult sex shops. Some of them were custom-made, with intricate details and fabrics that feel like whispers against her skin.

Steve said Oksana wore pink lingerie. It's not something anyone would expect from someone with a nickname like "Gorgon". It's not that she's not pretty, she's gorgeous, but the softness of pink didn't quite fit with her tough exterior.

Oksana prefers to wear a silk nightgown with nothing underneath it. She doesn't need the extra layers to feel confident. Her body is art, sculpted by the harsh world of Hawkins.

Eddie's never been in a relationship before, but he's seen enough movies to know that good lingerie can make anyone feel like a star. He tries to find something special for Oksana, but ends up buying a leather ensemble that's more "rock star" than "romantic".

Steve, on the other hand, has experience. He goes for something elegant yet simple. A black lace number that he knows will make her feel desired without overshadowing her fiery personality.

The night they all decide to share, Steve and Eddie both give Oksana their gifts. She's touched by the thought, but also a little nervous. She's never been with two men at the same time.

[atalossofwords]

YOU TASTE THE SILVER - IvanTill WIP (PART 1)

Hi y'all. The brainrot took me with no warning, and I've written 5k for these two just the last two days. I've no idea how much I'll write, but I'm going to squeeze the serotonin for as long as I can lmao

Anyhow, this is a streamer/actor AU that somehow evolved into a sugar daddy AU. Till is a streamer, and Ivan is a famous actor who found him when he was a small streamer and fell in love; he's been sending donations for a good while now, but they've never communicated outside of it.

Until Till opens his PO box and Ivan's need to spoil Till is too much, at least. Then all bets are off, and Till finally starts thinking more about the stranger who keeps sending him gifts. I have a basic outline for it all, but I'm going with vibes first, since I mostly just want to write them and torture Ivan.

I'm going to be posts little snippets of what I've writer so far over the next few days, so please don't be afraid to come to my inbox to ask about them!

This was inspired by this fic! Check it out!

Till wasn't the most famous streamer there was. Not anything near that, actually, though he thinks he does well enough.

He has an established fanbase, almost 500k of them, he's sold some merchandise and collabed with some pretty nice people. He likes streaming, varying between his songwriting and recording processes and any new video game that catches his fancy.

When he started, he didn't think he'd do this for a living. He probably wouldn't be able to afford it, being a struggling musician as he was, for once.

He couldn't blame his comfortable living situation solely on one person, no, since that would be incredibly inconsiderate of the rest of his fans, but this one Navi person definitely funded Till's move from his old apartment mostly by themselves.

Case in point.

NAVI (TILL'S ATM) DONATED $100: Hyung, how's the new house?

Till reads the donation out loud, ignoring his chat going a little crazy over Navi's donation. By now, Till is used to Navi only ever sending messages through donations. He'd be so flustered, in the beginning, and worried enough he almost disabled them. Luckily Hyuna talked him out of it.

"It's going well. As everyone can see, my studio isn't done yet," he says, gesturing behind himself into the empty expanse of freshly painted wall. At least he'd painted it black already. "but the rest is going okay. I'm really sorry for the week I had to take off, everyone."

He quickly scams the chat, his heart feeling warm as all the people watching rush to reassure him that it's not a problem, he should take care of himself, and how glad they are he managed to move from his shitty rented apartment.

"Actually, I have some news for you all." He scratches his neck, a nervous habit, and looks to the side. Hyuna convinced him to do this, so he knows it's something streamers do, but he can't help being anxious about it. "Since I moved, and this place needs some decorations, I was thinking of opening a PO box and doing an... what's it called? Unboxing?"

The chat is going crazy, he can barely keep up, oh god. He feels his cheeks heat.

"An unboxing live and then decorate my stream setup with some stuff I get. Would you guys like that?"

His chat is a mess of "yeses" and incoherent screams, and Till can't help but smile a little. He's got to say, he's looking forward to this.

The following weeks are a bit of a mess. He streams less than normal, still setting up his new apartment; he goes with Hyuna to buy electronics she swears will make his streaming better.

Dewey, his brother, goes with him to buy a new shelving unit and help him set up all his new furniture. Isaac is strangely fixated on saying Till needs rugs and other things, otherwise his apartment is "just a place, not a home, bro", apparently.

He checks in with his PO box frequently, each day more excited by all the packages he got. After two weeks he announces on twitter he'll be closing the PO box in a week since he wants to be able to open all the gifts on stream and he's already got a good amount of them.

The day after his announcement, he goes to pick up any new packages to store in his living room since he doesn't want to burden the office workers and finds a package that makes his stomach twist in itself.

It's a large box, clearly packed by hand instead of the usual post-service stamps. And it has a large sticker reading "FROM: NAVI" on it.

Till doubts anyone would use the name to get his attention, since he does treat all his viewers equally, so this really is from Navi. He wonders what is in it, since Navi clearly has money to spare and intends to spend it on Till.

"It's probably a maid dress." Hyua says, helping him lug it all to his apartment.

"It's not!" He splutters, mortified. Hyuna raises an incredulous eyebrow. "It's probably snacks, or something like that. Navi's said they travel a lot." That, somehow, just makes the eyebrow twitch higher.

"You remember what your viewers say?" She asks, hip-checking his door open. He follows, frowning a little. He always remembers what his viewers say.

Navi, obviously, since they only talk in donations, but also a few other regulars. Kirby has an older sister they're sharing the computer with; Siren started learning the guitar because of Till, and is doing well for himself; Jaewoon – with the username Till's Merch Overlord – draws and is currently suffering through art university, BonBon who has a one-year-old and listens to Till while doing his household chores.

"Yeah? I mean, there's only so many people who regularly chat. And out of those, a good part are my mods." He says, shrugging. He knows Hyuna pays someone to mod for her, but Till didn't think he'd need a mod, since he never expected to get so many views. He kept going without mods for so long that the most active members of the community ended up auto-modding the rest, at which point Till just reached out and asked if they wanted to mod, and now he pays them for it because he felt bad otherwise.

(Of course, Navi isn't a mod. They'd fit Till's criteria, but they never chatted normally, so it was kind of hard to ask.)

"Aaah, you're just too wholesome, heartbreaker." Hyuna says, sighing, the old nickname that still makes Till confused coming out with a teasing lilt. She waves him off before he can say anything, though, plopping the box on the couch and grinning at Dewey. "Hey, this one you'll definitely want to check!"

Till rolls his eyes as his brother 'oohs' and 'aahs' over the package, Isaac peering over with a pocket knife ready to pry it open. When Till mentioned opening a PO box, he insisted on checking the gifts beforehand, just to make sure they were all stream-appropriate and, most importantly, not dangerous for Till.

He was grateful his brother cared, but he was less amused by the teasing and hint-dropping they'd been doing over the content of the packages. He leaves them to it, moving to the kitchen to get some much-needed coffee.

Looks like Isaac bought bungeo-ppang, so Till fills a mug and picks one, nibbling at it and looking into his fridge. He should go buy more food, but there's a seven-eleven right across his street, so he almost never bothers stocking up. He does need to get more tea, though, since he dislikes drinking water, and for reasons unknown, his chat enjoys it when he drinks on-stream.

He finishes updating his list and walks back to the living room, where Dewey has already closed the package back up, but is holding a small parcel in his hand, frowning. Hyuna looks over as he approaches, a complicated expression on her face.

"The rest of the package is fine to open on-stream, but I think this one might be best off-stream." She says, and the lack of any teasing or barb makes him worried. She must've read that in his expression, because she grins. "Do you happen to know why this Navi person likes you so much? I wouldn't mind getting some of these myself."

Till can't help but scowl, snatching the parcel from Dewey's hands. He doesn't know Navi, not really, but they're still one of his first viewers, and they do kind of give Till a lot of money.

"Keep your hands away from my viewers, hag." He has to move fast to escape her grab, which soon develops into a little keep-away with the parcel, soon ending up with Dewey on the ground howling with laughter as Isaac tries to haul Hyuna off him, curled on himself on the ground to keep the parcel to himself.

"Ugh, you brat! Just open it!!" She exclaims, sitting down on Dewey's lap, making the older man yelp. Till huffs, but sits up to analyse the gift.

It seems to be an envelope, like many of the letters he got, but there was something inside of it, making it weirdly bulky. Till folds it open, tipping the envelope so whatever it is can fall on his open hand, and stares.

There is a pair of... earrings, on his hand.

Diamond earrings, to be precise.

That the fuck.

Till stares at it, then peers inside the envelope. Nothing weird falls out, like a damned credit card or pure gold, but a little recipe with the return address of a high-class jewellery store makes itself known. The rest of the envelope contains a certification for the damned diamonds.

Till curls up back again, head in his hands, groaning. His face is so hot you could cook an egg in it.

Navi got him diamond piercings because Till complained once, months ago, that he wanted to switch out his piercings but didn't have the money for it.

"C'mon Till! You didn't tell me you had a sugar daddy!" Hyuna jeers, and from the hiss and yelp, Dewey just dropped her. The sound of them bickering – Hyuna insisting this Navi person has to be after Till's virtue, and Dewey being insulted by the thought of someone going after his little brother like that, plus Isaac googling the store to throw fuel on the fire – is enough to distract Till form his own freakout.

He sits back up, his face still red, to study the piercings better. There are six items in total. One is a simple diamond stud, a tiny and delicate stone, probably for his second hole. A pair of bigger stones, with four elongated asymmetrical spikes, making it look like a shining star, probably for his first hole. One's a series of round stones inlaid together in a belt, forming a hoop, for his helix piercing. The final ones are two silver loops, delicate and silver, for his double auricle piercing.

He thinks if he puts any of those on, he's going to spontaneously combust.

(Later that night, after Hyuna and Isaac went home and Dewey crashed on his couch, Till locks his bedroom door and tries them on. The pair of star-shaped earrings go on both ears, the tiny stud on his left, alongside the helix, which he takes a while to get on since it is so finicky, he pierced it himself with a safety pin in high school. The hoops go on his right, looking a little lonely with just the earring, remembering Till that he really wishes he had money to get a constellation on that ear.

He's wearing a simple white shirt, ready for bed, that slips off his shoulder to show off the simple moon covered by clouds on his clavicle, clashing with the TILL tattoo he has over his neck. He turns this way and that, watching the diamonds shine, and feels almost bad for using them.

Why did Navi send this to him? What did Till do, to deserve something as delicate as this? He's not the kindest of people, he's kind of an asshole actually, all shouting and side eyes. He's not the kind of guy that can properly appreciate such nice jewellery, not the kind of person that should be appreciated like this.

Still. The diamond shines against his skin, the silver compliments his white hair. He takes most of them off, only keeping the simple snake bites. He doesn't want to somehow dirty up the diamonds.)

part two

[ricoka]

YouTube can be fun but sometimes it also makes you want to throw your tv out the window

[millytempesta]

Mine and only.

Chapter 1, chapter 3

Paring: Bokuto Koutarou X reader

Ratings: fluff, light hurts and comfort (?), reader is thirsty.

Summary: After another date went horribly wrong, all that (y/n) wished for was for the only man in her life that ever understand her, to become a human.Little did she knows that her pet owl wished for the same thing, and that magically their dream became true.

Warnings: This story will contain SMUT.

A/n:  I realized the first chapter was rushed, so I tried making this one more detailed, but without getting boring. I'm sorry for any spell or grammar error, I tried my best.

A loud ring is what wakes (Y/n) up. Searching for her phone on the nightstand next to her, she picks it up and answers it. From the other side, a loud shout echoed on her ears "Finally! Do you know how many times I tried calling you? Ren called me this morning, shouting angrily at me, saying how crazy you were and so so so many nasty stuff! Do you know how worried I was? What the hell happened yesterday?". With a sigh, last night events repeated in her head, making her wide awake "Bo! I need to go Ichika, I'll call you after, I need to find Bo". Throwing the phone back on the nightstand she tried to get out of bed, but she found herself unable to move. Looking down she is met with… hair?

Is this the guy she took in yesterday? But Ichika just told her that he called her and complained to her… then who is this man on her bed?

AND WHY IS HE NAKED?

Oh gosh he is moving. "Mmh" he hugs her middle tighter and nuzzles his face on her shirt. 'WHAT DO I DO? AND WHERE IS BO? If he touched Bo I swear-" The stranger lifts his head and locks his amber eyes with her (e/c) ones. They look so familiar…

"Morning~" he smiled at her dreamy. "W-w-who are you? And have you d-done to m-my owl?" Her body started shaking. With a confused look, the stranger turned his head sideway and pouted at her. Why does it seem all so familiar? "What are you talking about? I'm your owl". "What?" She looks at him dumbfounded. "(Y/n) it's me, Bo"

"..."

'Bo?!' she stare at his shocked. 'This man here is Bo?!' She studied his features, from the salt and pepper's hair, to the owlish amber eyes, to his defined jawline, his wide shoulders, his well defined body… Wow even if it's not her owl, this man is such a piece of meat-HE IS NAKED! She pushed him away from her, escaping from his arms, but falling from the bed into the ground. "Are you okay?" His head appears from the bed edge, a worried expression is now on his beautiful features. "Where is my owl pet, and why are you in my bed, naked?" She pushes her back to the wall opposite from the bed, putting as much distance as possible to them. "What are you talking about, I'm your owl pet, it's me Bo" his pout started getting bigger. "I-I'm gonna call the police if you don't tell me why you are here" she took a look at her phone, situated on the nightstand, on the opposite side of the bed where she is now. 'Shit, maybe if I'm enough fast I might-' The man is now sulking, hiding under the covers, closing himself on a fetal position. "Why don't you believe me?" His voice is so fragile, it makes her move closer by instinct. "I thought it was going to be a nice surprise when you woke up… after that horrible man tried to invade our house yesterday night, I thought that maybe, if I were a man too, I would have protected you better… He tried to hurt me, if it wasn't for you, I would have a broken wings or worse… I want to protect you too…" 'How does he know? Could it be… How is it even possible?' with a shaky hand, she reached for him, patting his head.

"Y-you did great yesterday, he was a horrible man" comes her voice in a sweet tone. At this the man picks his head out and stares at her, hope is in eyes, making them sparkle "Really?". A smile spread on her face, moving her hand through his hair, scratching lightly his scalp "Yes, you tried your best, that's what really matters". Averting his eyes from her, a blush appears on his cheeks "Am… Am I the cutest and best horned owl you ever saw?" There was no doubt after this, the man in front of her was, somehow, her cute owl pet, now transformed into man. Without any hesitation, she threw herself at him, hugging him and peppering his soft cheeks in kisses. "You are the cutest and best horned owl I ever seen, and guess what?" Taking his face in her hands she smiled fondly at him. With excited eyes he waited for her to continue. "I looOOoove you". She pecks his nose and nuzzles her face on his hair. "I love you too, so much!" Comes his muffled voice from her neck. Strongs arms pull her on the bed, letting her back rest on the headboard and putting his head on her thighs. Her gaze dropped to the man on her lap "How is it possible? How… how are you human now?" She asks, the shock coming back to her. He struggled his shoulders "I just really wanted it, and it happened". "Oh… Okay". An human Bo was much more… Work.

An human Bo meant struggling to leave the house, because a massive man is hanging from your leg, begging, shouting and crying for you to stay -much to the neighborhood's pleasure, who probably are begging with him for you to stay, and making the man to shut up. An human Bo meant receiving calls continuously after he learnt - without knowing from where- to use the house phone. An human Bo meant buying the double of food as a sorry, and arriving home to a sulking baby-like-man hidden under the furniture. And a human sulking Bo meant lots and lots of cuddle and compliments. But most of all a human Bo meant a lot, and lot and loooooots of sexual tension into the house… I mean… have you seen what a piece of meat he is… it's basically impossible not being with a swimming pool between your legs 24/7. Problem was (Y/n) didn't know if Bo was conscious of his action, just like this morning. She woke up with the man on her chest, as always, babbling nonsense in his deep sleep. She started cuddling his head, stroking his hair, when all of a sudden, Bo's hand started moving from her side, up on her tummy, under her shirt and then stopped cupping one of her breasts. Shocked she looked down at his face, only finding a very cute man, smiling angelic with his eyes closed, still deep in his sleep. 'What to do? He looks so cute… I don't wanna wake him up…' she tried reaching for his hand, but it only caused the man to squeeze his hold more, letting out an annoyed whine. "Mmmh" a little moan escapes her, and for a second she fears she woke him up. A little snore makes her relax, letting go of his hand and going back to stroke his hair, hoping for the man to wake up soon. But things only warstened - or not - when he nuzzled his head closer to her breast, letting his lips rest on her, now hard, bud through the thin shirt. His hot breath warms her skin up, and taken from the moment, she lightly scratches his scalp, making the man groan under his breath. Heat spreads through her body, making her panties wet at the heaven like sound. A little whimper escapes her, and she arches her back into his hand, pushing her bud in his slightly ajar mouth. "Nnnh!" She grabs his hair and pulls them gently, trying to get him away. His tongue flicked her nipple and his hold got more firm. "B-bo wake up" she tried pulling more of his hair, gaining a loud groan. That's when he started suking the small bud, making a full moan escape her, finally waking the man up.

Removing himself from her breast, he looks up into her eyes, a confused expression on his face. "You okay? Did I hurt you?". "Y-you didn't Bo, just… Can you move?" She reached for his shoulders with shaky hands, pushing slightly against him. He compiled, still confused by her action, but not receiving an explanation from the very frustrated girl. That morning no words were exchanged between the two about what happened, leaving a very frustrated (Y/n) at work, and a very confused Bo at home.

What welcomed her back home was not expected at all… Apparently she forgot to lock her laptop, because Bo was on it with a confused, excited and… frustrated (?) expression on his face - he was so cute when blushing. The living room floor was now covered all by clothes, covers, pillows and other soft things he could find around the house. He was seated in the center of it, where all the fluffy objects were methodically placed to form a sort of bed. His eyes shoot up to meet hers, a very determined look locked on his face. Puffing his chest out to make himself look bigger, he went in front of her. After a couple of tries, his voice finally got out, a little shaky but not less convinced.

"I wanna make you my mate".

She freezes on the spot. His what?! Mate?! Did she hear right? In like, animals mate? Like sexual partners?! In like human mates? Like friends?! Or maybe in like those novels that she read once, about alpha and omegas? That was quite hot-He saw the confusion in her eyes so he quickly added.

"I want you to have my kids"

Wow that clarified lots.

[euphoriacrossing]

So while I sit here trying to get normal balloon spawns...

I may as well write a blog. I am using a guide post on how to catch normal balloon spawns to try and get more cherry blossom recipes. Well I am only half using it.. I am camping on the beach waiting for normal balloon spawns instead of going there every 0/5 ending minute. I'll share the guide on here after this if I remember, but I already got one new cherry blossom recipe just by camping on the side of the beach that balloon spawns are coming from and ignoring the bunny day balloons, so I think this could work, too.

Anyway, now story mode is over, but I still have so, so much to do that it's not even funny. I am making it my main priority to save miles up to buy all the different paths and stuff. I think I have three left to buy so roughly 6,000 miles to earn. But saving miles means making less bells as Nook mile trips are where I made the most, I think. And now I can't take them because I have no miles/am saving miles and so I don't have the bells to pay off my house or to build a new bridge or any of the things I am saving for. But in part the fact it is harder to save bells just makes it feel like I have more to do and that is comforting in a way. I want the appeal of this game to last forever but I know my brain doesn't work like that. Still for now it's the best distraction I have and I'm grateful for it.

Having the ability to make paths is tough because it's just another million decisions to make and hope I get it right or can redo it better or whatever, so that Euphoria becomes the island I dreamed it could be. Right now I have a lot of dirt paths and I think they look okay. But I plan on redoing them someday with either custom paths or maybe just the arched tile ones... I like that path style. Still I started when I just had dirt so I just kind of kept going that way.

It looks alright, I think, especially at the entrance. I haven't finished a lot of the paths on either the right (residential) side or the left (wooded area/orchard) but I have mostly finished the center which is shops and such.

(So far I've gotten a normal balloon spawn every 5 minutes! So it works to just hang around the beach and then look for the spawns at every 0 and 5 ending minute. Edit: Aw, nope just didn't get that last one... I am probably doing something wrong then. Oops Edit2: Definitely doing something wrong. Didn't get a spawn again. Oh well I'll check the guide again once I finish this post. I am also watching for wishing stars so it won't be a total waste.. though I haven't seen any of those either. Last edit: Guide said spawns don't happen every time AND I just got another regular balloon, so maybe I'm fine? I hope I am not just wasting time.)

I am moving most of the houses before I do the paths on that side which is ANOTHER expense for sure, but after seeing a couple of my friend's islands, I knew I could make the houses probably a bit straighter and I decided I want them not quite as closer together as I want everyone to be able to have a yard. One of my friends has houses that are PIN straight and have little yards to them. I don't think I can accomplish that. But I do think I can space them out far enough to fence them in and have little yards.

So I started with the last to move in which was Marina. I put her in a space both by the beach, and by my house because even though she just moved in we're absolute besties. No but honestly, I love her. She sings like everywhere she goes and it's adorable.

I would move Beau next but I think he might stay close to where he is. Unfortunately if I have to move him a little bit I first have to move his house out of the way and then move it back because you can't move buildings just a tad, you have to find a whole new spot. This is why I had to move the whole museum to a new spot as it was slightly out of line and i couldn't just move it to where it lined up. I wish i had known this when i put things there. I didn't take care placing anything because I knew it could be moved. I only ASSUMED it could be moved a small amount as well especially since I assumed correctly that you were paying for it. But no, so oh well, now I have to come up with new spots for things, that's fine. Luckily both Nook's Cranny and the Able Sisters I got in perfect alignment with resident services like I wanted to so they're all on one straight path.

Anyway, I hope I can get it looking like i want it to. I thought that decorating it how I wanted would be the hardest because I still need to find all the furniture. But the paths might give that a run for it's money when we talk about difficulty level if you include trying to get all the houses in the right position and such.

But as hard as I've been "working" (it's definitely still fun or I wouldn't do it) I have found plenty of time for play as well. Yesterday morning I visited a friend for her KK Slider concert. I luckily have a good group of friends from a discord I'm part of and a lot of them are from other countries so they experience stuff before I do and things like that. So a bunch of us visited her for her KK concert and we did some of that...

And then things got a little wild...

Lol, it was fun. I thought for a second about the state of the world but I didn't panic thankfully. I just saw a bunch of us coming together from across the globe, some of us in quaratine, almost all of us at least ADVISED not to go out unless necessary. The world is a scary place right now, but the fact we could still come together from across the globe to be silly and enjoy a game together makes me feel like everything might be alright. I mean, it would still be cool even if these things weren't going on, but the fact they are abd socialization is becoming more difficult than ever, it's cool to see an alternate means of that in action.

I can't believe I took no pictures of her super straight houses, ugh, if I go again, I will have to, they are literally perfect.

And the weirdest thing about all of this to me is how included i feel in all of this. We're all on a small AC discord together and it seems like a lot of them have maybe known each other a while. But unlike a lot of other places it doesn't feel cliquey to me. I've always been welcome to come to their islands, and they have always been very courteous when any of them have come to mine. They act as happy to see me as they do anyone else. And I've only known them a short time so it would usually feel strange to call them "friends" but it doesn't. Now obviously they could feel differently but if they do they don't show it. I am incredibly grateful to have found them. I really couldn't ask for a better group of people to play with.

I actually was invited from this tumblr. Likely after I made some kind of post about not feeling like I belonged in the AC community or something similarly emo and whiny, I'm sure. So I am surprised I was invited at all, but I am so thankful I was. It was just what i was looking for in the AC community.

(Yes! I learned cherry blossom umbrella! Balloon hunting is going fairly well considering I only had like two of the cherry blossom DIYs total before I started and now in about an hour I've doubled that.)

I do have some facebook friends and such I have play AC with, and I am also grateful for them as well of course. It has brought us closer together and I am thankful for that. I have one friend who we constantly send each other gifts like if we accidentally got two of something or a DIY we already have or just if we think something is cool, it's really fun. I enjoy mail as much in game as I do in real life.

But yeah, I was nervous when this game first came out that I would be stuck playing just with my sister. And don't get me wrong I love playing the game with her, we always have a good time. But sometimes you need socialization beyond your own family and I really saw this as my one chance to connect since I'm not very social, I am very anxious, and I just struggle with these things. I may have been right about it being my best chance at connection because I can hide a lot of the awkwardness in game. Very thankfully though, I found people who accept what I can't hide in game. And who accept me. For some reason that's just been really hard to do. Every community I am a part of I feel like an outsider until now. But yeah, I am looking forward to a continued friendship with these people and continuing to enjoy the game moving forward.

I guess I've rambled enough. I still need to get more balloons, but I can't write here forever. Though... I frequently do write far too much here and I wonder if it get read. If it doesn't I don't blame ya. But yeah. I will leave you with this adorable pic I took while Marina was singing... you can't really tell she was singing, but still, she's adorable either way.

(And don't you love this dress? I have it in I think 4 different colors, I just love it.)

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2021 Ehlers Danlos Society Awareness Month (Day 11 Prompt: Nature and Environment)

I love the spring and summer months. The heat may affect some of my symptoms and flare them up but when you’re primarily homebound and live in a home with a patio or deck it's like gaining another room to your home in the spring when you can go out onto the porch and enjoy the sunshine and breeze. Many of you have heard of Seasonal Affect disorder. Imagine being in the same 4 rooms for 7 months of the year. It gets depressing so having the outdoors open to me, even if I can't do a lot out there really does a lot for my depression.

As far as the environment indoors our home isn't optimal by any means. Sure it's handicap accessible, minus the bathroom which I struggle a lot with but our home is notoriously dark. We have a front porch that shades the light into our living room and very few windows in other rooms. The east side of our house has no windows and the west side of our house is our garage and our patio. The patio has a sliding glass door but the garage runs alongside it so a lot of the light is blocked from the garage. To make things more interesting, my dad likes living in a cave so will often put all of the blinds down because he's paranoid people will look in and see him, idk, watching TV or something lol. My mom and I can't get enough light but he's always closing blinds and drapes. At this point, I’m so desperate for light I could almost care less if someone saw me changing my clothes in my room if I could get some sunshine. Lighting isn't the only component of an optimal environment to me. I also like things clean and organized.

When I lived alone I was very minimalist. A lot of my friends who came over would either tell me it looked like no one lived there or say my house looked like a museum. Extra trinkets and clutter just wasn't my thing. I was extremely organized utilizing organization systems to make the best of my space and to give everything a home. When I was no longer allowed to live alone, I moved in with my parents and I love them to death but they are older and have had a lot more years to collect things, to buy things, have had people pass away and unable to let go, having a lot of things that have sentimental meaning behind them and aren't all for organization systems like I am because they believe it is more work to keep things organizing instead of believing in the way I do that having things organized gives everything a home so it’s easier and quicker to put them away and keep them organized. My dad is also one of the ones that when he goes into a big furniture store he can't picture furniture in a small living room so we have a lot of oversized furniture that he didn't think was as big as it was when he saw it in the store. Big tables and flat surfaces means a big area to just drop things when you come in the door so it's not as bad as a lot of homes I’ve seen and they don't have as much stuff as, let's say a hoarder but in no way are they as minimalistic and organized as I am.

Being Medically diagnosed with OCD clutter equates to stress for me. It gives me stress being around clutter. Though a lot of things in regard to cleaning I cannot do and can't reach I find myself sitting in the house staring around the room making lists of things I wish I could clean or organize so on that aspect it is a bit difficult for me. It's hard not knowing where to put things or what to do with them because you feel like there's too much stuff and not enough places to put it.

Some of you know how it was during the pandemic and stay at home order being stuck in the house for days at a time, only being able to go out to buy food or go through a drive thru. Now imagine you cannot go out and do that shopping or picking up food and you are stuck in your house for 15 months straight, only leaving four times in that time for doctor's appointments. Imagine not being able to do hobbies and only being able to sit in front of a phone, computer or TV for those 15 months. This is what it’s like being chronically ill. Of course without the pandemic I can leave the house for an hour or two every week or two or once a month. To do those things like following my mom around the store while she grocery shops or look around a store but this is still probably less than you went out during the full blown stay at home order when everything was shut down. I had so many people who would make nasty comments about my depression when I first got sick and I didn't even get suicidality depressed until I hit two years straight being in the house yet these same people were the ones who would post about their depression or suicidal ideation on Facebook after two weeks straight of the stay at home order, when they still were able to leave the house to get groceries.

This showed me that psychologically I am a lot healthier than most people are if it took me two years to get to the same point of depression that others were in after two weeks of staying at home, still able to leave their homes and do more at home than I could. I never got one apology from any of those people who called me crazy, told me I need a psychologist, asking if I want to die so bad why I don't just kill myself, tell me my depression is annoying or how I'm overreacting or weak or that my problems weren't that bad or that they didn't want to be friends anymore because I'm too depressed when two weeks into the stay at home order they were doing the exact same thing and in the same emotional shape it took me two years to get to so yes it is difficult and our environment does play a big role in our health both physically and mentally but lack of understanding can result in verbal abuse and harassment due to a severe lack of understanding and empathy by those who are more fortunate. You can eventually start to get used to being stuck inside. Don't mistake being used to being stuck inside with being content and happy to be inside because trust me, If anyone ever wanted to trade me their health for my health for a week I would gladly take them up on that.

I would give anything to have a more normal life, go to work, get married, have kids, deal with the stresses of planning a wedding or showing up at school because your kid got into a fight at school. I'm not looking for a glam life but just a typical life would be an opportunity I would never turn down which is why one of the most hurtful things you can say to someone on disability is “It must be nice to not have to work and be able to lay around all day!” because they don't know how lucky they are to be able to get out of the house and work, to have a family to make money and be a part of society and have value, self worth and purpose and how many of us would give anything to be able to do the same thing and anyone who disagrees probably isn't truly disabled and using the system because that's a life many of us wish we had. Nothing fancy, just something to give us that value, self worth, and purpose we no longer have.