#loosely based off dd

[qiune]

Secrets

[biolumien]

heya!! Saw you had open requests. And I was wondering if you could do something with Hoshina with the trope of Opposites attract?

Like maybe reader could be shy and quiet type. Who is strangely not a fighter like he is. Reader could be a sweet civilian or something and it'd be nice to see how the rest of the characters react to their relationship. Though of course, feel free to change it as you wish. Whatever you write I'm sure it'll turn out amazing.

Feel free to ignore this if it isn't your fancy :DD

notes: ahh repeat it with me now the fic got away from me and took on a life of its own... i hope this is okay ;-;!!

cafe latte

soshiro hoshina x gn!reader no content warnings necessary. i think word count: 1752

the first time you were saved by soshiro hoshina was in front of the wreckage surrounding your cafe. 

the smell of blood was overwhelming as you stepped out warily, wincing as a drop of the kaiju carcass’s acidic blood dripped onto the pavement in front of you, carving out a hole in the concrete. 

“careful!” a voice called out from somewhere above you. “it’s still not safe for civilians.” 

you watch as the vice captain of the third division, soshiro hoshina, lands deftly on the ground, sheathing his twin katanas at his back. his closed, smiling eyes crack open just a tad, and he hums, his voice muffled by his respirator. 

your eyes go wide. 

the third division was legendary among the defense force, after all, and it was soshiro hoshina in the flesh in front of you! your body seemed to move of its own accord, and--

“um–can i,” you stammer out, pulling out your notepad for taking cafe orders. “can i get your autograph?”

“huh?” hoshina wipes a bit of blood from his suit. “i mean, sure, but wouldn’t you rather get an autograph from captain ashiro? i’m sure the resell value on that is far better.” even as he said this, though, he’d reached out to sign your notepad, scribbling a haphazard signature.

“i mean–everyone likes captain ashiro,” you say nervously as hoshina hands the notepad back to you. “but—you kept the kaiju from wrecking my—my shop.” you shift your eyes to the front of your cafe, and then back to hoshina, covered in blood and still wearing his respirator mask. “so i wanted your signature specifically.” 

“oh, i see,” hoshina says. he sounds teasing. “business will be slow for a bit, though, with the cleanup. are you going to be okay?” 

“oh? i—yes, i… it’ll be fine. the cleaners usually take… two weeks, i think. so… it might be a bit slower.” 

“hmm.” hoshina hums, removing his mask. you’d seen hoshina’s face on the news, largely in the background as mina ashiro spoke on eliminating the kaiju threat—so you’d known he was handsome, but something about seeing his face in person was different. he felt more—tangible. real. 

“i’ll have to stop by some time,” hoshina says with a smile. 

“i…” you lift up your notepad to hide your face. “i-i mean… sure. i… i don’t know why you would… but—”

“think of it like me paying you back for the slow business,” hoshina says. 

“okay,” you say, your voice hitching slightly. 

[…]

business was slow the next week, as you’d told hoshina. the kaiju carcass outside was pretty bad for business, really–something about the bad vibes, or something like that. so you go through the motions, cleaning up tables, ordering new coffee beans and stock for the next few weeks when business would pick up again. it was hard work, but it was made a little easier based on the fact that there was hardly anyone in the cafe right now. 

you look outside the window, resting your elbows on the counter, sighing. looks like it’d be another slow day after all. 

you raise your head as the cafe door jingles.

“welcome to the—it’s you,” you stammer out as hoshina walks through the door. off-duty he wears fairly loose clothes, a sharp contrast to how sharply dressed he looks during press conferences. he’s dressed in a loose black jacket with a tight turtleneck, and loose pants with a pair of reasonably-fashionable looking sneakers, with a black mask over his mouth. “you really didn’t have to—”

“not like i had much better to do,” hoshina says easily, waving a hand, pulling down his mask now that he was inside. “it’s not often i get time off. and i gave you my word, so i might as well make good on it.” he walks forward, examining the cafe menu. “what’s good here?” 

“umm—the… americano, is… okay,” you say. “i… think.” “you think?” hoshina blinks at you, his eyes narrowing slightly, teasingly. “does that mean you don’t know?”

“i–no, it’s–it’s good,” you say more assertively now. hoshina laughs, and your heart skips a strange beat. 

“hm… i’ll admit i don’t really drink that much coffee, so i’ll give you free reign to do whatever you think i’d like.” hoshina smiles. 

“i–that’s too much freedom,” you protest. “what if you hate it–” “i’m not gonna hate it,” hoshina says. “i came here out of my own free will after all! just go with the flow.”

so you end up making him a latte, doing a bit of latte art on the top using some cream. it’s a small fox with closed eyes and a sharp smile, and you slide it across the counter for his approval. he picks up the cup, spinning it gently–and you try not to look too hard at his hands. he hums.

“looks almost too cute to drink,” he says. “cheers, though.” he takes a long, slow sip, and you feel your heart pound in your throat as he lowers the cup. 

“is—”

“it’s good,” hoshina says with a smile. “i’ll have to keep coming back here. i can’t believe i’ve missed out on this place.” 

[…]

he just… keeps coming back during his off duty hours, dressed sharply and plainly each time. you make him new animals in his lattes—cats, dogs, bunnies, mostly cats and foxes. 

a few times you attempt a very crazy looking kaiju, but by the time you hand over the cup it’s deflated already, and you slide over the drink with shame on your face and he just laughs, and you try not to think about the fact that his fingers brushed against yours as he takes the cup each time. 

you learn a bit more about him each time, but it’s mostly surface level things. how his day’s going, what’s annoying him—mostly what’s annoying him, but said in a conversationally light way. 

but he asks a lot of questions about you. favorite color, animal, food—innocuous at first, down to grittier questions about good memories, lasting regrets and the like. 

you answer to the best of your ability, hesitantly and nervously each time. 

“not that i don’t… appreciate the conversation, but…” you say one day as you’re scrubbing down a particularly messy table, “why do you ask all these questions anyway? i-i doubt my answers are… anything interesting, so—”

hoshina takes a sip from his coffee. 

you made him a penguin today. 

“i’m just curious,” hoshina says, in a tone that almost sounds apologetic. “work habit. gotta know everything about everyone. your coworkers, the officers, kaiju…” 

he watches out the window for a moment, and you think about the large gap between the two of you—two completely separate worlds as he fights to defend the world from a threat so foreign and massive that it seemed utterly inconceivable—and here you were, wondering about how you might sell enough cafe lattes to make ends meet and pay rent. 

“but more than anything,” hoshina says after a long moment, and you nearly startle hearing his voice again, “i just want to get to know you because you’re interesting.”

and in his eyes is a weighted, assured sincerity that makes your heart flip nervously. 

[…]

the second time you were saved by soshiro hoshina, it was a smaller, less dramatic affair. 

you’re carrying out trays to some other customers while hoshina sits at one of the tables, his laptop open as he’s working on some paperwork. 

and then suddenly you trip on one of the floorboards, falling forward with a yelp, and you brace yourself for the utter worst—spilled glassware and maybe a really bad fall—but then you gasp out as hoshina pulls an arm around your waist, keeping you from completely planting on your face. 

he lets go soon after, his eyes scanning yours for a moment. you wonder why your side feels a little bit colder, why you wished for the pressure of his hand against your side to stay for a little longer. surely it was nothing. 

“careful now,” hoshina says, a teasing lilt to his voice, but then he seems a little more contemplative, slightly more concerned. “nothing spilled too bad, right?” 

“no,” you say, a little dazed as you check the trays to find that thankfully, everything seemed in place. “thank you, hoshina.”

“mhm,” hoshina says, his eyes flitting back to his work. a smirk crosses his lips for a moment as his eyes flit back up to meet yours. “can’t save you all the time, can i?”

you sputter for a moment, and he laughs, and it’s not long before you’re laughing too. 

[…]

there are people huddled outside the street as hoshina enters into the cafe today. he seems a little weary, running a hand through his hair. 

“you look out of it,” you comment. 

“i… the…” hoshina glances back at the people outside. your eyes widen when you notice the telltale ponytail of—

“is that mina ashiro?” you exclaim, slamming your hands against the counter. “seriously? out here?” 

hoshina looks wearier at the excitement in your voice. 

“sorry,” you say. “but why is she here?” 

“i…” hoshina looks up at the ceiling, exhaling for a second. “do you want to go out with me?” 

you think your heart stops beating. 

hoshina’s watching you, and his eyes flit to yours, before trying to look at anything else. 

“where—where did this come from?” you ask. you want to hide behind something. your ears feel hot, and he coughs. 

“it comes from… ah, i’m not good at metaphor,” hoshina says, spreading his hands. “it’s so much worse than being straightforward—so i’ll just put it plainly. i like you. i come to the cafe a lot because i like you. i want to go out with you. and some of my… coworkers,” 

hoshina turns to glare at some of the people outside, who seem to scatter at his stare. 

“…were interested in seeing the person that has captured my attention. so… i hope that’s clear.”

does he seem ever-so-slightly nervous?

your face feels hot.

“yes,” you say, reaching out to clasp his hand. “of course.”

hoshina exhales, loud.

“okay. good. not that i was nervous or anything, but i’ve got a reputation to uphold out there, with those clowns,” hoshina says, squeezing your hand back, cool as ever. you smile, leaning up to kiss hoshina quickly, and he laughs, brushing his nose against yours.

and out of the corner of your eye, you see mina ashiro taking a picture with her phone. 

[neokamui414]

CLAMP's legacy as originally starting from doujinshi circles is really fascinating and makes a lot of sense when you understand that a lot of their manga are just straight up loose adaptations or spiritual reinterpretations of some of the most iconic pieces of 20th century japanese fiction, especially literature.

In many ways a lot of their storytelling is best described as "derivative" but I don't really like using that word because it has such a negative connotation. I think CLAMP's genius is actually their ability to iterate on the themes and ideas and character types and other inspirations that they derive from, especially in their ability to translate those elements to a visual/aesthetic format and to add themes of queerness into those stories or highlight the already present elements of queerness.

Like Tokyo Babylon is inspired by Teito Monogatari (and also Peacock King but that in of itself is a subject for a whole other post). And it's not just limited to the quick one-off comedic reference to Yasunori Katō that we see in the beginning of the manga. The title itself is a reference to the first manga adaptation of the Teito Monogatari. And that title choice for the adaptation was itself probably a combination of a deliberate reference to the Book of Revelation which was culturally relevant in Japan at the time for reasons I'll explain in a little bit, as well as the fact that the author of Teito Monogatari based Katō in part on Aleister Crowley. But Teito Monogatari and Tokyo Babylon are fundamentally stories about the exact same subject matter, that is the City of Tokyo itself.

X aka X/1999 is pretty self evidently a loose adaptation of the Digital Devil Story novels, the ones that would go on to be adapted loosely into the Megami Tensei video games. An apocalyptic battle for the fate of the entire world fought in Tokyo between two ideologically opposed groups of super powered beings, one of which is literally called The 7 Angels. There is a magic sword associated with the death of a female loved one, there are references to a whole bunch of religious and occult concepts from both the east and west, and one of the key locations for the plot is an elite private high school. X and DDS/ Megaten are both quintessential examples of media born from the Japanese Occult Boom. Bad Japanese translations of the prophecies of Nostradamus in the '70s that inspired the Book would become mixed with the social and economic chaos that was the Japanese asset price bubble and other late stage capitalist nonsense and then the financial collapse in the '90s is why you have in both Tokyo Babylon (and by extension the manga adaptation of Teito Monogatari) and X this weird obsession for the Book of Revelation in a ostensibly non-Christian cultural zeitgeist. Tokyo was both "Babylon" as in Rome or any sort of other hypothetical city / civilization that represented decadence and degeneration, and it was Tel Megiddo in the sense that it was the place where the end of days and the battle heralding the Apocalypse would commence.

And then Gate 7 is literally just one of dozens upon dozens of fanfic/ rip-off / adaptations of / works inspired by Makai Tensho which came out in the '60s and sort of is kind of the cultural grandfather of novels like Digital Devil Story, Teito Monogatari and the Onmyoji series. It's the modern source of basically every piece of Japanese pop culture that treats the notable historic figures of the Warring States Era as more than just badass warriors but literal demigods, sorcerers and super powered beings. Mirage of Blaze(which also has some pretty clear inspirations from Tokyo Babylon and it sort of exists in a trifecta with TB and Yami no Matsuei in their relation to the Onmyoji novels by Baku Yumemakura but again, that is the subject for another post), Samurai Warriors and Sengoku Basara, pretty much all of the Fate series but especially the original Stay Night and especially especially Redline/ GudaGuda and Samurai Remnant, and a whole bunch of fighting games and Ninja OVA'S are all examples of Makai Tensho's influence.

[darylscigarettesmoke]

Who is gonna be Laurent’s dad?

Now, when it comes to Laurent, people have one opinion: He’s set up to be Daryl’s adopted son since season 1 of his spin-off. But what if there’s someone else in the picture, who could take the boy under his wings?

The following contains spoilers for Daryl Dixon season 2 (I haven’t seen all episodes yet, this is based on Spoilers I read online)

Back in season 1 of Daryl’s spin-off, Daryl meets Laurent and is supposed to protect him. During the journey across the post-apocalyptic France, they start to bond, so much, that he decides to miss his boat back home to stay back and save him. Now, Daryl being Daryl - he’s always been great with kids - teaches Laurent basic survival skills, how to gut a gut a fish, we even see how he teaches him American Baseball. Laurent has clearly become important to him during his (short) time in France.

Now, Laurent being Daryl’s adoptive son makes sense for Daryl, storytelling-wise. Daryl’s a father - but not just any father, he’s the father of a bright, young boy. I’d love to see Daryl as a girl-dad, that would be freaking adorable, but taking care of a boy would make sense for his character. Having grown up with an abusive Dad himself, having a son would probably heal Daryl’s inner child in ways a daughter couldn’t. This is shown in an episode in season 1 when Laurent cuts his boat loose - Daryl lashes out on him, calls him names, says he’s worthless - and then he stops himself, hugs Laurent and says he didn’t mean it. With a son he can grow, he can heal, and he can break the “Dixon”-curse and pass on the great morals and values he’s come to achieve during his character arc.

Also, Laurent is everything Daryl wasn’t as a kid. Book-smart, educated, shielded from the world, well protected, religious. He totally contradicts what Daryl always stood for - which is why they can benefit from one another. Through Laurent, Daryl learns to appreciate the spiritual side of things, through Daryl, Laurent learns how to navigate the cruel and harsh world they find themselves in without losing himself.

Having Laurent as a son would be the perfect conclusion to Daryl’s character arc. Only that we haven’t seen the end of his arc yet.

But there’s someone else. A parent. A father. A man who lost his own son. Ash.

We don’t know a lot about Ash. His character’s sole purpose is to bring Carol to France, where she wants to find Daryl.

But we know he is compassionate, a warmhearted man - and a father who lost his son and is still not over his grief, living alone near his son’s grave, which he visits every morning. At the end of season 2, I believe, he escapes with Laurent on the plane to fly back to America. Daryl and Carol stay back.

Since we don’t know if Manish Dayal (the actor who plays Ash) is part of DD: S3, we have to assume that his character arc is complete. A grieving father, who travels abroad due to Carol’s lies, finds himself in chaos, and returns to America with a new son and a newfound purpose as a reward or a recompense for all he had to endure during his travels - it would be the perfect circle and a perfectly tied up character arc.

With Daryl Dixon Season 3 and possibly a Season 4 coming, it’s clear that Daryl’s character arc is not complete yet and that he still has a way to go. Laurent is not coming along to Spain and it might be a while until Daryl and Carol make their way back to the states - if ever.

Daryl’s and Laurents bond is undoubtedly strong, but we also have to take into consideration what Norman Reedus himself said in that Entertainment-Weekly interview (that was about the Isabelle-kiss, but it also fits here)

Rick had a family. Glenn has a son, even though he never got to see him.

So maybe, just maybe, Daryl’s happy ending is still somewhere out on the horizon.

[charlotte-family-apologist]

Random Kombat Kids headcanons!! They have rotted my brain :DD

Yes, I’m including Frost.

Takeda HATES loose clothing, hates the way it rubs against him and the way it looks on him in general. Also hates short and sleeveless shirts, doesn’t like feeling exposed. Will wear tight, long sleeve shirts even during training.

When Cassie came out as a lesbian to Johnny his immediate reaction was ‘I know’ (he’s supportive dw he’s just been waiting for her to realize it). Her first crush was Mortica Adams with Mai Valentine as a close second.

Frost once ate poisonous berries from the Articka wilderness and was hospitalized, she was 14.

Kung Jin is Sonya’s favorite Kombat Kid (Cassie doesn’t count). The two are both kleptomaniacs and have both picked up the bad habit of stealing small things from base. They need to stop, the special forces is running out of pens…

Jacqui really loves animals (I’m also headcanonning Vera was a vet) and used to read those thin, white, nonfiction animal books from the school library.

Takeda also has a lot of body hair. The first time his shirt rode up during training and exposed his happy trail made Jacqui (and Jin) feel like a Victorian man seeing an ankle for the first time.

The Shirai Ryu doesn’t really do technology, but Takeda has a really old flip phone that he refuses to part with. So old it still has flappy bird, Cassie keeps trying to buy it off him, claiming it a ‘modern artifact’. But he rejects every offer.

Frost has insomnia and bad night terrors. When she can’t sleep she’ll make herself tea. She has run into Noob Saibot just standing in the kitchen several times, but she’s convinced she hallucinated the encounters and doesn’t want to stress out Kuai Liang by telling him. Spoiler: He was there, just using what little humanity he has left to check up on his brother.

Jin was a serial dine and dasher, the only reason he stopped was because he was subjected to Fujin’s disappointed state for an entire week when joined the Shaolin.

Cassie can’t STAND spicy food. Which is weird since both Johnny and Sonya enjoy it. It gives her heartburn.

Jacqui loves to wear jewelry but rarely does so because she sees it as impractical. Really wants to get her belly button pierced.

[lightningzbolt]

Sims 2 CC Mega Post

I say 'mega' but there really isn't a whole lot, I just didn't wanna split it up. Anyway, yeah, I mostly and normally and prefer to make Sims 4 stuff, but I made some Sims 2 stuff for me last year and this and I figured, may as well share it. Most of these require outside meshes so keep that in mind, Sims 2 CC downloading is a bloody nightmare.

Alex Skin

So I made a custom skin with tattoos for Alex as it seemed simple enough to do. Ain't gonna look perfect, but it looks fine from a distance, same resources I used for my Sims 4 versions, so I did vector the rose and skull. I based the skin off these default replacements. You don't NEED these, but they make it so that everyone matches. Yes that site requires an account and login, it's NSFW, it has body hair and works with nudity. Because obviously I play with mods like that. I made the skin look right for Fit/Thin/Fat but I didn't bother with any age but adult nor did I bother with female, because, idc. I THINK this is Alex's hair mesh, but idfk, I have so many that look like this.

It also works in Castaway Stories, as does all of these, because I used them in it too. :> That made Alex the palest guy on the island as all the skin tones in Castaway Stories were shifted to one tone darker per. I manually put my replacement skin in that too, but I didn't have the darkest, so no body hair to them.

Streaked Jack Hair

You need this mesh to make this work. I made this for myself as I didn't really like anything else I had for him, and this is Sims 2, so I went with earlier hair, and I liked how this mesh looked. Loosely based on like this hair. I didn't bother with other ages beyond adult again. I would have if I decided to de-age him and send him to university, but I did that with Otto instead.

Again also works in Castaway Stories, as I used it, again. It's easy to import Sim's faces from 2 into the stories games.

Awsten Tricolor Hair

Awsten Red Hair

You need this mesh to make this work. The bright green in that is also great and I used that for him at first. These are his eyes too, or rather his right eye. No screenshots of the red hair, but it's just a bright plain red in case you prefer it. I made this hair as it looked okay with the colors kind of being randomly spread around the mesh. This is his outfit btw. Again only works with adult as far as I'm aware.

BONER Shirt

R&R Shirt

NoRegRetsShirt

JALEXShirt

BMTHShirt1

BMTHShirt2

BMTHShirt3

BMTHShirt4

You need this mesh to make these work. All of these are Everyday fashion only by account of only the Everyday category having the option for separates and these are all tops. Don't ask me what pants I use, I have so many downloaded, but these work with all of them.

As it turns out I didn't take screenshots of all of these ingame, but maybe these help with that.

PTV Hoodie

DropDead Hoodie

You need this mesh for the PTV hoodie. I don't THINK the DD hoodie needs anything external, I compared it to a vanilla mesh and it seemed to line up. I don't know, I made it last December and I didn't log everything I did. Like the shirts above, Everyday category only as they are tops.

As a bonus, here's some misc Sims 2 screenshots to hit the image limit, including this stuff and with no context to my game. I know most people on modern computers play with The Ultimate Collection, but I installed it via discs, and a few ISOs as I didn't feel like spending $30+ for a few missing stuff packs on eBay. :) Pretty sure those ISOs are why my game is British and I have to always manually set the clock and a few other small things every time I load it. Not a big deal to me, just felt I'd mention for clarity. Castaway Stories is from an ISO too as have you SEEN those prices on eBay?! I have Sims 3 on Disc too, 100%, never made any CC for it tho. I love how Sims 2 was out at the peak of, ahem, mid to late 2000s culture so a lot of CC for it is of it's time in the best possible way. I kept this theme going with adding in custom music that ONLY existed from before 2009 (so 2008 is my cut-off date) and it's fun only hearing music of the era ingame. :) I DID make stuff for Sims 1 too years ago but I don't know how I even really did it so idk how to make more and also I don't care that much. I wanted to try playing with Alex and Jack in Sims 1 too but I kept getting fucked up files that didn't work or look right and I didn't know what I needed to do to make it right and I didn't wanna waste more time than I already did trying to make their faces. I do have semi-not ugly faces and outfits for a couple others tho.

Oh yeah, all this stuff is made in the Body Shop and GIMP for textures.

Whole SimFileShare Folder

[elvenbeard]

10!

10 - Write about your ship helping each other get ready for the day in the morning. Thanks so much for asking!!! 💜 Aaahhh I love this one, literally made art of them getting ready in the morning together before :DD So this is loosely based on this, or rather, a continuation of it on another morning :D

Morning Routine

“C’mon, time to get up,” V said quietly, fingers trailing down Kerry’s spine. Kerry buried his face in the pillow again.

“Just 5 more minutes,” he muttered, the hangover of the previous night heavy in his skull and bones.

“You said that five minutes ago,” V chuckled.

“Mhhh, highly doubt it’s been five minutes.”

Without any warning Kerry received a well-placed smack on his naked ass. He gasped, in surprise more than in pain, even though his skin tingled and felt hot after a couple of seconds. He sat up only just enough to be able to see V’s face, sporting a big shit-eating grin.

“Hey… that’s my fuckin’ job!” he said with played offense after the initial shock had worn off. He tried to get V back, but he was too slow. V had already rolled out of bed and stood in the middle of his apartment now, the morning sun engulfing him in all his naked glory.

“Catch me… if you can,” he lilted to the tune of “Off the Leash”, and before Kerry could do or say anything, V wandered off towards the bathroom, a little swing in his step.

“Fuck,” was all that Kerry managed to whisper, frozen and staring into the empty apartment living room. His head and chest were flooded by too many emotions all at once, he struggled to cope. A few weeks ago, he hadn’t been sure if he was still capable of ever feeling anything at all anymore. And now…

The shower started running, and Kerry could hear V still quietly humming, a tease and an invitation all the same. One he neither wanted to nor would resist any longer.

“Mind if I borrow your eyeliner again?” he asked as they stood in front of the small sink together shortly after, and V grinned as he ran his fingers through his hair to bring it into its usual bold shape.

“Sure, make yourself at home,” he smiled, voice and eyes gentle.

Kerry reached over to where he knew V kept the thin black pencil. It probably cost a mere fraction of the one he had back at his house – brand deal gift, not even something he’d bought himself. But it created the same results and was a little less scratchy even. Or maybe he only imagined it because it was V’s.

Lately, even though he’d been trying to fight the feeling, everything to do with V made his world a little brighter again. Every little thing he did or said, how he touched him, looked at him, even now as their eyes met in the mirror – it scared the shit out of Kerry. How well they clicked and could exist side-by-side in this crammed little bathroom, just as an example, without getting in the other’s way, taking up too much space, after having known the other for less than a month. Their movements matched perfectly, flowing into each other, V’s hand on his waist as he shuffled past him to grab a towel, how he instinctively moved back when Kerry reached for something on the other side of the countertop without having to stop what he was doing.

It scared Kerry how much he liked V, how large of a part of his life he’d become already. Especially because they both knew that it might as well end very suddenly and without a proper chance to say goodbye.

“What are you thinkin’ about?” V asked, as if he knew Kerry’s thoughts were spiraling.

“Nothin’ in particular,” Kerry lied and put the pencil back down, “No, not true, actually… Wonderin’ how you survived here this long without a decent coffeeshop close by.”

V chuckled.

“No, really, a whole fuckin’ Megabuilding, and no Caliente’s?”

“Maybe the license was too expensive for the poor, poor administration,” V shrugged and took a step back as he put a decent amount of hairspray on his head. Kerry leaned back against the sink.

“Maybe it’s just to wear ya down even more,” he said, “Y’know, make you complacent to just keep payin’ your over-priced rent like a good citizen.”

V snickered and put the can of hairspray back down and checked himself out in the mirror once more. Then he leaned onto the sink as well and looked at Kerry.

“It’s not so bad,” he said, but Kerry shook his head.

“Ah, tryin’ to convince yourself, huh? That won’t work,” he laughed. As he tried to pass him by, V held him back briefly by the wrist and pulled him closer, in the most literal way Kerry had ever experienced it stealing a little kiss from him.

“I can be very convincing,” V said, voice low.

“I know,” Kerry replied with a wink and trailed off towards the couch where he’d left his clothes the previous night. He began to put on his pants and looked out of the window.

“That one over there,” he said, nodding to the penthouse visible across the street, “That one’s ‘not so bad’.”

V stepped closer and followed Kerry’s gaze.

“Yeah,” he said, “And also way outta my price range at the moment.”

“At the moment,” Kerry nodded, slipped into his shoes, then grabbed his t-shirt, “Y’know… I got some contacts in real estate. Could get you a good deal, possibly. Or, dunno. Throw in a couple bucks myself if you wanted to... in exchange for occasional visiting rights or somethin’…”

V smiled, but didn’t respond for a moment, and Kerry feared he’d taken it too far, too soon.

“Or, y’know… Dunno, forget it.”

V still didn’t say anything, and Kerry realized now that it wasn’t because of him.

“Oh… tell me, what’s he got to say?”

“You don’t wanna know,” V shook his head and walked over to his closet, pulling out a dark pair of jeans and a purple button-up shirt, proceeding to put on the pants first and the shirt only loosely.

“Oh, now that’s cruel!” Kerry complained, “Say it! I can take it.”

V sighed, looked for some shoes, then slowly back at Kerry.

“Johnny thinks I’m so lucky that I managed to wrap such a generous sugar daddy ‘round my finger,” he said quietly, “And that I should take your offer.”

“Wow…” Kerry was admittedly taken aback for a moment. Johnny still knew just how to push his buttons to rile him up, hurt him. But even more so, that after 50 years of not having to deal with this kind of bullshit that was more hot air than anything, it still worked so well.

“Sorry, I… shouldn’t’ve,” V muttered and began to button up his shirt. Kerry closed the small distance between them, placed his hands on V’s, to stop him first, then continued where he’d left off.

“Can he hear me now?” he asked, and V nodded slowly, watching Kerry’s hands move along the row of buttons. Kerry leaned in closely, could feel V’s heart beat fast against his fingertips as his hands travelled along his chest. His mouth right at V’s ear he whispered: “Jealous, Silverhand?”

V shivered, then giggled and kissed Kerry’s cheek.

“Think that’s gonna shut him up for a while,” V said, and Kerry hoped he was right. He enjoyed their mornings together too much, he wouldn’t let Johnny taint them, no matter how much of a right he had to be frustrated about this whole situation.

“C’mon, let’s go,” Kerry said and took V’s hand, “Gonna treat ya to the best breakfast menu in all of NC.”

“Oh, I’m so lucky indeed,” V mused and squeezed Kerry’s hand tightly as they quickly exited his apartment and rushed to the elevator in the hopes to make it unseen once more.

[gunwhale-rotary]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAYDREAM NATION!!!

not only is daydream nation the best album ever ever, but it has had a profound impact on my life and i love it so much. i can’t believe it’s 36 years old!!

first picture is a drawing i did loosely based off of the album (gerhard richter is so goated) and the second is a self portrait where if you look closely, you can see i’m wearing my dd shirt

[blueikeproductions]

Double Dealer is a long time friend of Bumblebee’s from before the Great War. However during the War, Double Dealer, despite being a tank, couldn’t handle the stress of it all, and his positronic Brain fractured into two distinct personalities, his heroic Autobot self and a darker beastial personality that aligned with the evil Decepticons. After reformatting DD’s systems unbeknownst to him, this personality took hold one day when DD was alone, Transforming into a new Beast Mode. This secondary personality, Clouder, joined the Decepticons, and would periodically force Dealer into Stasis Lock so he could take over and do Megatron’s odd jobs assigned to him.

Clouder would feed intel to the Decepticons from the memory banks of his host, but Dealer would subconsciously become aware of Decepticon intel and feed it to the Autobots. This would become a problem to compromise Clouder, and so during a battle Bumblebee was part of saw what appeared to be the death of Dealer by Clouder’s wings. In truth Dealer had been forced into a permanent stasis, with Clouder now in full control.

Bumblebee would later apprehend Clouder post war trying to steal access codes. The jail bird wound up on the Alchemore, but the crash reactivated Dealer, and he stumbled around Crown City trying to get his bearings until he reunited with Bumblebee.

Clouder tried to reassert dominance, with Fixit, Russel, Hank & Strongarm noticing something was wrong at different times as Clouder tried to establish himself with Steeljaw, Saberhorn and Glowstrike on Decepticon Island. Soon the truth came out, with the Autobots forced to neutralize Dealer and Clouder.

Not wanting to loose his friend again despite knowing Clouder was a string attached, Bee had Fixit download Clouder’s core consciousness into the missile built into Dealer, converting it into a Torpedo Mini-Con. While Clouder now had a separate body, he was still in a tight leash, psychically connected to Dealer. Forced into an ultimatum, Clouder reluctantly agreed to work with Dealer to be a spy in the Decepticons. Clouder would retain dominance over the Beast Mode, but Dealer had final say.

Double Dealer currently is spying at the Decepticon base in Milford led by Glowstrike. The need to hunt for relics to satisfy their benefactor RatBat allows Double Dealer some time to sneak off to report to Bumblebee.

[snapdrxgon-ivy]

HELLO! Ask and ye shall receive! I wanna hear about your Pokemon OC you were talking about 👀

First things first you are a saviour and I am proposing and building you a shrine as we speak thank you so much <333

SECOND

His name is Katydid Sunblaze and his son is Nico Sunblaze (And Laurel but she's still a wip)! Katydid is based closely on the Legends Arceus game whereas Nico is based on the Violet game!

Katydid worked at a pokemon control company (similar to animal control, he subdues wild or out of control pokemon that are threatening people) in Alola with his Lucario, Vick-Tori (named after his favourite musical)

His family were strict and highly respected, and cut him off when he chose his career because they considered it below the name. Katydid never left it, though, and eventually met his first partner! A grass trainer from Sinnoh named Laurel, corner by a pack of wild Magmar that Katydid and Vick-Tori took quick care of.

Laurel originally came to Alola to complete the Island Challenges, but when something between her and Katydid sparked, she permanently moved there and they eventually were married!

They had a son, Nico, and that's when Laurel retired as a trainer herself and became a coach for the younger ones. Katydid kept his job, personally, and was moving quickly up to even become a manager for the company!

One day he was called on a weird job full of pokemon not even his pokedex could identify, and when he got to the place, he was swept up and away.

[Cue Legends Arceus intro]

The travel back in time had caused so much stress on Katydid that his mind repressed most of his memories, only the thought of his wife and son giving him the motivation to get up and look for help as he fell in the Obsidian Fields instead of near Jubilife Village.

It was Volo who found him, and brought him to the Village, but the professor still recruited him for the research as Vick-Tori was brought with Katydid so it was clear Katydid was skilled in pokemon training!

Most events go the same as the game does, the only difference is Katydid sticks closer to Volo. He would go days without eating or sleeping, instead focusing on the research at hand or calming the frenzied nobles as a distraction. Katydid reasoned with himself that if he carved a place for himself in this world, he'd get the help needed to get back home.

Then he was exiled, as in the game, and all hope seemed to drain from Katydid. It took Volo, Cogita, Irida, AND Adaman to drag him out of his depressive state long enough to gather the Plates and the Red Chain. During this time, Katydid relied heavily on Volo and the two even started a very loose relationship. Katydid seemed to accept he was never getting back to his wife and son, so he thought building a life with Volo would help instead.

Yeah uh,,, Volo's betrayal really destroyed him. Katydid had fought, of course, because Adaman and Irida asked him to, but it hurt every step of the way. When it was done, Volo didn't even stick around for a goodbye. Katydid searched the region for him multiple times over the next month, because he just wanted answers. Or closure. Or he wanted the only stable thing in his life back, considering he'd never get his other family back.

It ended when Katydid's depression was the death of him. As that month ended, he was at the Cobalt Coastland one final time. His exhaustion taking its toll on his body until he ended up collapsing in a cave. He let his formed team out of their pokeballs, telling them to go explore while he rested, and fell asleep. Sadly for him, the cave belonged to an alpha Arcanine, and while he slept, his life was ended while he was alone </3

His story doesn't exactly end there, his legacy is carried on in Nico's story! But that'll take even longer and I have a friend who reblogged the request so I'll put Nico's story in there :DD

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING YOURE REALLY AWESOME ONG <333

[xginata]

Apex and Prey pt. 1

A few parts written to Woops! By DJ Bountyhunter, Let The World Burn by Chris Grey, & Fatal Attraction by Reed Wonder x Aurora Olivas

OC characters

Im not an author, I just write things. So, sorry for misspelling or weird grammar structures.

The late summer air was still cool enough to give her goosebumps.

She wore pink fishnets, low cut shorts, the bottom hem fitting just below her asscheeks

Her top, something she'd never wear before, a pink rhinestoned bikini and a cropped long sleeve.

She hid her body from the world in her day to day life as a nurse. Always wore scrubs a little lose, if she went out for groceries she'd wear yoga pants but still a top long enough to cover her ass, or she hid behind a hoodie.

A habit she picked up after the many years of bullying she endured in high school for her weight.

Her body wasnt like a Victoria secrets model, no matter how much she wanted it to be. Her belly still stuck out a bit, her tit's not big enough in her opinion and her thighs and ass were in her opinion, her saving grace but she still wished for the cellulite to dissappear and for the stretch marks on her stomach to dissappear too.

As self critical as she was about herself, she still decided to don the costume her friends gave her and have fun at this party. A rave, is where they ended up going to. The place looked like it could crumble from the bass of the music alone. Yet somehow, the old church building was still standing.

"Let loose. We don't party often enough anymore," her friend said cooly in her ear and handed her a pill, something she hadn't seen or taken before.

She looked at her friend, questioningly.

"X." Her friend said, taking another pill and swallowing it.

She was determined to have fun, fun that in her late teens and early twenties went to waste, being someone she wasnt ready to be. And someone, the other didn't deserve.

She swallowed her fear and the tablet and they walked through the smoky hall, into the nave. At the altar was the DJ and giant speakers surrounding him, looking as if they'd fall from their bases.

She looked up to the roof which was a giant sheet of stained glass, some sectioms dedicated to angels and cherubs painted on the wall but the paint was fading and there were cracks here and there, a few stained glass pieces also missing.

She tried to brush off the potential dangers, the daggers of glass that could fall at any moment and slice through her skin. She shivered.

Pushing forward, at each wing of the church were couches and some of the old pews. The wood splintered, she didn't dare sit on them.

Her friend grabbed her hands, pulled them away from her stomach, she was hiding and danced their way to the dance floor.

Her moves were stiff at first, not really knowing what to do with her hands, she kept them at her sides.

"What's going to make you loosen up?" Her friend asked, noticing her reluctance.

"Im just worried."

"Okay, your parents are fine, they're at home. Dogs are good, taken care of. You're with us, your best friends— we'd never let anything bad happen to you. Chris already said he was the DD, he's sitting over there," she pointed to the pews, he was sitting with his two dates on either side of him, laughing and looking completely sober.

"And if for whatever reason he isn't sober by the end of the night, we'll catch an Uber back to mine, it's literally ten minutes from here. So, relax!! Have fun!! You're starting your postgraduate in a few weeks."

She loved her friends, loved that they knew her enough to help susbside the anxiety.

As she felt better, lighter from those thoughts, she also knew she was feeling the effects of the molly. Her skin tingled, she felt the euphoria wash over her, dowsing her from head to toe.

"Im getting a drink, I'll be back." Her friend said but she was in another world, entranced by the music. Her eyes were closed, listening and feeling the music in her bones.

She felt two sets of energy encasing her.

One dangerously dark, vile, and evil. She wanted to pull away from that energy. She stepped back slightly. The other energy was darker and possessive but softer, lighter against her.

She felt a pair of large, strong hands on her waist. They were hot against her skin. Almost burning into her skin... marking her. Her head lulled back at the sensation. Normally, even though she wasnt sober, she'd still be wary, still pull back from anyone's touch. But her instinct took over and after realizing this was the energy calling to her, her mind, body and spirit, she pushed her hips back. Her ass pressing against his pants to the rhythm of the music.

She could've sworn she heard a low growl coming from him. He spun her to face him. Her eyes opened and pupils widened.

The first thing she noticed besides his godly hands was his dark hair, slight kinks and curls in it. She just wanted to run her fingers through them. Her eyes traveled to his nose and mouth, she wondered how good theyd feel pressed against her lips, against her neck, and against her already aching core. She was slightly shaken when she took in his eyes. His eyes blue, almost too blue, almost white or silver under the moonlight shining through the stained glass. He looked angelic with his devilish smirk.

"Hello, gorgeous." His voice sent shockwaves of pleasure. She was sure she could orgasm just by listening to him talk.

What she didn't know or notice is he wasn't looking for his next kill, rather he was to be her protector.

She didnt notice, the way other men were looking at her, their eyes vile, nothing but darkness through their heads.

He had noticed her the minute she walked in, noticed the way her thighs spilled out of the shorts, she kept having to pull them down a bit each time she walked. Her arms, not skinny, enough fat in them he wanted to bite down, leave marks on her just so everyone else staring at her knew she belonged to someone already.

When she first entered..

His eyes had scanned the room, noticed the potential threats. Those men who simply didnt see her like he did. Men that just wanted to get her alone, fuck her, use her and leave her discarded.

He saw her and knew he had to protect her.

Like wolves or lions in the wild, his eyes darkened toward each male, a warning to not touch his mate.

But one male, standing just across the nave, kept his stare on her. When he realized the apex was staring at him, he flinched back almost slightly. He stepped forward. Instinct took over and the apex took longer, quicker steps to his lamb.

She was oblivious to the whole thing. Didn't notice she was now encased between two men. Didnt take much for the apex to scare off the lesser, his eyes were dark. The lesser was all talk, no bite.

...

"You're mine now beautiful." He whispered against her ear, hands splayed on her abdomen, rubbing small circles into her skin with his fingers.

The music pulsed in her veins, she could feel every cell from his fingers mesh into hers. She was already moaning at his touch.

He pulled back, completely letting her go. She opened her eyes again and whined, looking up to him with puppy dog eyes.

"Come with me." He extended his hand, waiting for her decision.

But eagerly, almost too fast she said yes. He placed her in front of him, his right hand, around the back of her neck, like a collar and the other hand on her waist, guiding her to her friends at the pews

Chris was wary, looking over the tall man,

"Gina, are you okay?" Laura - her best friend approached next, but before she could slap his hands away from her best friend, he looked at them both and said, "I'm getting her things and taking her home."

They stared at him for a moment, looking into his eyes and then down to her. The hold around her neck wasn't tight, and his demeanor didn't indicate he was dangerous. They looked at each other and, with a silent nod, gave her things to the tall, commandeering man.

Had Gina been in her normal state of awareness, she'd be protesting, wouldn't she?

But even if the man had a hold on her... Somehow, she knew she'd still grab his hand even if she was sober.

"Do you usually get into strangers cars?" He teased.

"This is no place for a pretty thing like yourself."

"Mm-mm, only cute, tall, mysterious strangers." She shook her head bashfully. He pushed her against the passenger door. One hand still on her neck, the other moved around to get the handle, he leaned forward, to get just next to her ear and whispered,

"Cute?" He chuckled.

Her knees buckled, her legs almost gave out, but he caught her, helping her into his car.

Moments later they arrived to her place, she was in and out of it. The music played in his car softly, different than that at the club.

His hand rested at her knee at first and inched up each mile that passed. Her breath hitched as he got closer to her aching core. She tried to slide down and tried to move his hand closer. But he kept her still, "Be a good girl."

[ajmeltdiaries]

Thoughts on Rosin Forms

I had a recent interaction that got me thinking about physical form descriptors commonly used for concentrates & extracts, especially rosin. Two widely used examples are budder and badder.

First off, it’s silly to 420-ify the base words with dd instead of tt, but whatever.

More perniciously, one might think of these metaphors in the baking sense, which would seem like the point. Perhaps, like my dumb ass, you think of butter in its softened form and mistake batter for kneaded dough. Perhaps instead you are a baker whose first impression of butter is a cold, hard stick. These terms serve neither perspective.

I’ve long thought of doughy consistencies of concentrates as badder, and runnier but not saucy consistencies as budder. My interaction was with someone who bakes, and they corrected me about batter. Turns out I do not prefer batter, I prefer dough.

To me, dough is a good metaphor for rosin that appears solid (not wet/loose) but is soft and pliable to the tool. It stands in better contrast to badder or budder. It is ideal for handling and dosing, and it locks in flavors.

Still, do we really need another borrowed term to describe what we see and feel in rosin?

I’m not sure where I land. On one side, we are sensory animals, so anything that aides better should apply. On another, concision is key in complex matters. In a conscious effort to bridge both, I’ll start listing the type of cure (if known; IC discloses this, at least), plus my usual description in words like dough and badder. And as for those, I’ll start thinking of looser forms as the latter.

[open-hearth-rpg]

#RPGaDay2024

RPG with well supported campaigns

I’m not sure how to answer this. I’ve been playing for close to five decades. In that time I can think of exactly three pre-written campaigns I actually ran substantially. The first of these was a chunk of The Enemy Within campaign– mostly Shadows Over Bogenhafen and Death on the Reik (Power Behind the Throne crashed and burned quickly). But even with these I cut significantly, adapting it to our existing fantasy world and using Fantasy GURPS. So a partial version played second hand. 

Parts of it felt good, great even. But I never ran it such that it felt like a coherent and evolving campaign. 

The second was running a chunk of the Legend of the Five Rings City of Lies campaign set up. I used the handouts and NPCs, but even then we only partially touched on things. Even as a freeform, sandbox campaign, we only got a skeleton of the original. That game was also embedded in a different version of Rokugan and also used a different system (a hack of Storyteller). 

So really the only campaign I’ve legitimately and fully run from a campaign book is Fearful Symmetries. I think its pretty dynamite. I’ve read several other campaign books for GUMSHOE The Armitage Files, Bookhounds of London, Dreamhounds of Paris, and the Dracula Dossier. I used flavor from the last of those for my Night’s Black Agents campaign, but I really didn’t run a legit DD campaign. I enjoyed reading the first three– offering lots of interesting ideas for Trail of Cthulhu. In particular a lovely and variable open approach to setting up a campaign. 

But it was Fearful Symmetries which grabbed my attention and made me think I actually wanted to run it as a full campaign. It has evocative ideas, lovely folk horror themes, and pushed me to read and research a ton of things (not least of which was William Blake). There’s a great scenario kick off for the campaign, with a loose and adaptable arc. It then offers a ton of great ideas for how to move on to the following arcs. 

It’s a wonderful read and the pitch of magician occultists in 1930s England really resonates.  Think the beginning of Sandman. Every time I re-read the campaign book I find something new and interesting. I’ve run two arcs of a campaign using it and I honestly think it is some of my best work. 

If it has a flaw, that lies in the supplemental book for it. Like the other ToC campaign books I mentioned above, it has a player-facing document. In this case it is The Book of the New Jerusalem which is a collection of folk myths and history from across England. It’s a fun read. However it's too loosely connected to the main campaign book. 

Fearful Symmetries has a guide from improvisationally building mysteries based on the ideas presented therein. But it's very loose. I would have loved more connections made in the FS sections on creatures, folklore, the adventure arc, the guide to England, and even the Aethyrs to things presented in TBONJ– some cross referencing, some suggestions as to where to point the players. 

I would have also liked another section, a whole chapter looking at the Book of New Jerusalem with some ideas about themes, discussing connected details, giving more examples, and basically making it a much more usable and important element of play. As it was, it became an add-on we largely ignored because I couldn’t easily find pieces to make those connections. It think Steve Dempsey did an amazing job with Fearful Symmetries, but I can see where this supplement could have been more vital and exciting. 

[salaciousslut]

I love hearing what other ppl like so please do!! I also like R&B a lot i just forgot to mention it when i was talking abt genres i like earlier bc i was too focused on rap 🤭 and im the same way tbh! Unless im a real big fan of an artist i'll wait a while, but sometimes like with Paramore's After Laughter i couldnt stand to accept the sound change so i waited a year to listen to it 🫣

I'm going out in an hour or two and im probably not gonna drink till i get back home late. Im always DD since i live the furthest. I wish you could come out with me and my friends i feel like you'd have fun with us. But my friends usually get crossfaded with me bc i always bring some weed. im ok to drive when its worn off a bit im safe i promise 🫣 but i drop everyone off so im used to getting home late a lot. I wish i could hear you giggling i bet you have a cute laugh sweetheart<3 i bet youre really fun to be around when you're drunk<3

I do the same but im trying to get back into better habits like journaling, like sometimes i just cant cry because ive bottled everything up for so long. So i very much urge ppl to cry when they can because its not a great feeling not being able to cry when you need to cry. Like even if its small, cry about it its fine. Its human to feel the full spectrum of emotion.

I forgot what voice i used for my character but i think it was some generic dude voice, i have been a little out of practice with my deeper voices though. But my voice is usually pretty deep anyway, i pitch my voice up a bit when im at work bc i dont want to scare the old timers too much. I hate to admit that my favorite voices to try to do are meatwad from aqua teen hunger force and stitch, theyre like the same voice to me 🤭 i do it for funsies, but in my teen years i did it a lot bc my friends gave me approval for it 🤭

Soo maybe i might budget to get my hands on those perfumes ☺️ i'd like to know what your favorite perfumes smelled like on first hand bases. This is a second best, best would be smelling it on your neck<3 theres a certain cologne i fell in love with years go that ive been trying to get my hands on, its polo red by ralph lauren it had smelled so wonderful to me.

Candles are a lot to take care of so i get it. I just have two main rules i follow for the life of my candle and the safety of my cats. Im the type of person where if i see soot in your candles i try to clean that out to lessen fire risk bc they can be dangerous, its something ppl never notice but thats ok i just want them to be safe. I used to play with the wax like that too!! It low key led to me trying to experiment a little with wax play which was interesting to say the least.

You really are an adorable little puppy<3 its nice to know i was right about thinking you were shorter than me<3 i like short girls, tall girls are nice but short girls are better<3 esp when theyre a little older than me🤭 also ironically i dont own anything royal purple but maybe one day!

oooh i love r&b!! one of my close friends loves it too and will always rec me songs!! and honestly thats sooo fair about waiting to listen to paramore i was the same way!

im always dd too!! just bc i wanna make sure my friends are safe!! bc we all live in the same apartment complex but i know what u mean! i also just like taking care of my friends as u know! im very much rather drink at home bc its my lil safe space! but if im with people i trust, then i like to let loose. plus i wanna lose my inhibitions with you! ill be such a cute lap pet while u and ur friends are drinking and having fun!!

omg i have trouble crying too!! i call it my emotional constipation so ill put on a sad movie to try and cry!! but yes, heres to us trying to me more in tune with our emotions!!

hehe cute cute cute i wanna hear now!! i think i also have a pretty deep voice so i bet we would sound amazing together!! also hehe stitch i love it!! i bet u sound sooo cute

oh trust me, i plan going to bbw soon and smelling you 🫣🥰 and omg i love polo red!! it smells sooo yummy

i started using a candle warmer rather than lighting my candles bc i got scared of the soot, and i know ur not suppose to keep candles lit for a long time but i love the smell so much!! and yes i love wax play. this is kinda embarrassing but i was doing wax play for someone and he had the audacity to get made at me bc i was moaning and enjoying it rather than in pain. smh just let me enjoy the warm feeling on my skin ya know?

i loveeeee being just a lil shorter, tall people kinda intimidate me at first but ur the perfect height!! hehe lets cuddle bc im sooo touch starved and lazy and in a cuddly mood rn. and omg how old are u??

[theorist-influencer-untitled]

9.27.23 Wednesday

9:13 am

Still having windblow....

I'm out of budget but I need these... From the past 16 years since this windblow came into my life, I never had have success on my own... I always feel defeated....

9:15 am

I'm so thankful that I got the job in Iqor or being on a call center industry again... But the stress it gave me is really hellish....I always feel defeated... But I swallow my pride....I finished B.S. Biology in one of the prestigious universities here in the Philippines but I felt low but I needed money and job,angels... I was never happy until I saw Miles/ dread-locks guy....

I badly need money and job so I have to go back next month... If I'm gonna be rewaved, I wanna be with Miles on his wave in 469...

Why is it hellish? First all the calls are on theme or well-planned or having a conspiracy of what future you will have... But of course you need to use your own shield and sword to protect yourself and battle your customer over the phone...

It is just weird that you have to keep on doing the metrics... Everything must learn and master as time goes by... But there are some arrogant mentors that they are expecting that you will memorize all the loose ends and loophole of each customer's cases... Plus, learning the keyboard again and posting everything on the tracker after that 2 minutes wrap-up or rest, after each call...

Again, learning to flow on different accents and different ways of their delivery of words. Need time to familiarize their other counterparts in USA that you can't access your google.... No choice but to ask or try to listen triple times and try to comprehend the situation of the customer.

I also saw my step-dad on my biological mother, he used to work in an office and he tried to get a job in call center... Like what I said call center is the quickest way to land on if you need a quick money but still tight... It is like eat and work and eat and work, living a lil but still not enough but in a way surviving.... My step-dad got sick and you can really see the stress on him... On and off he got sick while working in call center....

My brother next to me also work in call center the same thing he got sick on and off coz of stress...

I feel super intimidated in call center... But in a way thankful... They can make your emotion up and down... If you don't go down to your superior your will be kicked out right away... You need to call them "boss" or bow down...

The nature of job it is not easy most specially if you are not on computer generation category... It feels like a grade 1 that you have to be on grade 6 in a lil while...

But last time, time that I met Miles after the shift... I learned that life and relationship are not based on this fucking call center job or it will never based on the metrics that you got... It gave you this psychological effect that if you didn't do good on your job being a customer service,you can't get a fucking relationship. Again, it is a skills but it will take time or there is a conspiracy that everything is fated in call center. Who will get promoter, who will be having detractors or me thankful always on the passive or neutral platform.

It is better to be DJ in a way... Listening to radio now...

But there is still an emotion in me that, why other people can do and why I can't... The actual answer learning everything as time goes by not overnight...

But how did other people got their challenger bonus of 100k or more???

I'm just happy and thankful that call center got a free unlimited tissues and I started to worry last Monday why are we out of tissues? Things that I observed..

If you got a supervisor call it will be a big deal on you, a negative issue, right away....It is somehow degrading in my part... But I have to swallow my pride...

11:08 noon

Uncle Jun will not really help me on food... I'm out of budget...

I should be resting and he is still not washing the floor mats.... My salary is just small....This Uncle DD is not yet giving the fundings here...

3:28 pm

Oopppss... I just realized I had have guardian angels and somehow a back-up on something...

Still, sick...Fever and headache... Congested Nose... Still,having windblow ...

5:16 pm

I'm burning and thinking of money...

Thinking of Miles as well...

5:29 pm

Still have windblow...

5:38 pm

If you have a clean conscience, you don't have to worry... Still,thinking of money... Where am I? Pure soul will have a pure good karma...

6:25 pm

Uncle Jun brought some food and biscuits just this dinner... We will just eat once a day angels, at dinner only... Out of budget...

Whew! Though there is a diet method of eating once a day and drinking more healthy fluids like water or electrolyte.

Tomorrow will buy lemon for the water jug here...

8:38 pm

Here it is angels and my windblow...

The one meal diet plan per day is called "intermittent fasting" in general has proven to be an effective weight-loss method. The typical weight loss is 7 to 11 pounds over 10 weeks. ( google ).

OMAD diet, however, is different. OMAD stands for One Meal a Day; the idea is to fast for 23 hours straight and then consume one large meal in a 60-minute window. The OMAD diet is proposed to be a weight loss method as well as a way to tackle chronic disease and other health issues. ( google ).

Though, not my ideal thing in life Angels... I wanna eat and exercise... I still want the healthy lifestyle where you can eat and sweat-out...

8:49 pm

I love the songs of xxxtentacion...

I still wanna go to sand dunes and get a botox and whatever... I wanna a collagen and I need a retinol serum? Whew!

I need to save money but how?

8:58 pm

It is sad???

9:05 pm

I know you so well, so well... I know you somewhere...

I need growth angels... I need money and I need to keep that job! I feel bitterish and self-pitying...

11:16 pm

I feel bitterish... I really wanna have sex and I'm losing my xfactor... I feel fat, ugly and wrinkled...

I want Miles to be sensitive enough... I feel bitterish...

Still, have windblow...

I still wanna be rewaved on Mile's group... Hmm... I hate being defeated...

[dark-side-blog3]

Ah, welcome to the DoL hellhole, you won’t escape! I’ve been playing the game for like a whole year now. I am concerned how much I love it.

To answer some of the questions:

Having the beastiality tag turns the animals into animal people instead- wolf boys and girls, pig boys and girls etc., doesn’t completely remove them and they will still be a threat in the forest and on the farm. It’s just that the threat level is much lower at the beginning of the game and you’re less likely to meet them- be careful as you go through the game, you’re pretty much guaranteed to meet them at some point.

You can in fact buy Robin her game console back. It’s a couple of hundred I think, but I think there’s a chance she will sell it again. I, personally, go to Bailey after they admit to struggling with the debt, I think there’s a conversation about it. At that point I go straight to Bailey’s Office and offer to take on their debt, this prevents them being taken and assaulted, but doubles your weekly rent.

If you softlock, via Eden, the Asylum, Prison, Remy’s Farm, the Wolf Cave, the Hawk Tower, etc, it doesn’t register as time moving for Bailey, I don’t think it ever does actually, if you don’t go back to the Orphanage, you basically don’t have to pay, but the moment you set foot inside Bailey will want the money for a week, it will never be more. At least not for now.

In the Forest, boots, bullet cases, and gunshots are all referencing Eden, and capture will softlock you into his cabin until you can escape and outrun them/seduce them enough. Black wolf has different markers: paw prints, eyes glowing in the undergrowth, etc.

In terms of the milking issue, I’m not really sure - are you getting an error message? If you aren’t worried about getting feats- then maybe try going into the settings, turning on the cheats, and then toggling the lactating setting off then on again and see if that resets anything.

As the game goes on, your allure goes up, which is just a base setting of the game, the higher your allure becomes, the more likely interactions by NPCs are. Buckle up, the fun of being nonconned by unnamed characters has only just begun. Bad scores in the degen game is the name of the game!

It does seem to be that you can’t be interacted with and approached by NPC during events, like dates, or at any point having agreed to do something with a character. They’re a set script that can’t be interrupted unless a glitch occurs, and you can’t be randomly attacked until the event is over.

Yup, it was Kylar who stole your panties. You can catch them in your room at some points.

If ya have any questions, I’m more than happy to share my degen game knowledge! - DD

So thissss was sent about a week ago and I've played the game twice since then, I think, if not three times?

I'm gonna go down this list as practically as possible:

Glad I toggled beastiality off because... Nope nope nope. But I am down for monsters, and I've had a couple of run in with monster sex and it is all good by me :) I saw on the wiki parasite babies are a good way to get cash, but I am NOT doing that. So. Moving on...

Yes I bought Robin her console back, I also took on her debt thinking she wouldn't get in trouble anymore and would also be grateful. Much to my dismay, she is NOT grateful, and I've already made so much progress on my main save it makes no sense to go back to a previous save file and not take her debt on (I'd loose all my stuff... But if I ever decide to play a second route and SAVE IT, I'll just leave her to deal with the problems on her own)

I learned that softlocks don't progress for Bailey when I got sent to the asylum and when I got back on the friday Bailey demanded payment then instead of the sunday it was! I already learned this, but thanks anyways DD!

I almost got caught by Eden, but haven't had a run in with Black Wolf yet. I am choosing not to think of the implications that Black Wolf was originally an animal that you can have a relationship with, and instead focusing on the also canon monster version. Somehow my character knows about blackwolf despite nothing happening? Bizzare. But not of my concern.

I have a theory that the milking issue is because the asylum made my character too innocent and forget how to grope her boobs, so I'm going to try that when I play next. Or its just a glitch and I'll have to learn to cope.

Bad scores being good in the degen game is true-- I now have a stickynote on my monitor when I play so I don't worry about sucking at videogames.

I know it was Kylar, the fucking loser. When confronted he just went "but--but I..." And walked out with his metaphorical tail between his legs. Imagine getting caught stealing clothes and whining and whimpering. Kylar is so pathetic. I want to bully him so bad.

Thank you for the tips, DD! I appreciate the help from a pro! I am a noob and a filthy casual lol, so I need all the help I can get! Plus someone to talk to about the characters and how... AHEM, interesting they are... Not all of them are my type, but it's still fun to play around ^_^