#mod bib

[ectoberhaunt]

Meet the Mods: Bib

Name: Bib

Pronouns: they/she

Main blog: @bibliophilea

ao3: bibliophilea

Fave DP Character: Jazz. Or Clockwork. I love them both, and we don't see them interact in fanon often enough.

Order or Chaos: I love me the math behind chaos, but I love me the rest of math, too! So Imma have to go with Order! (I get my fill of chaos from the furry goblins I take care of at home!)

What is your Phave Prompt this year? I am very curious what people will do for Way of Life/Cause of Death!

When did you join the Phandom? I joined January of 2014! Well into the heyday of angst! Which was perfect, because I really wanted some horror stories, and the angst hit those cravings and more!

What fanwork are you most proud of? Well, this is a tough decision! I've done writing, and I've done art, and I've done music and podfics! It's hard to pick just one! So, I guess I will try to pick one from each category, instead!

Writing: My Phic Phight 2019 oneshot, Clueless, is still one of my favorite pieces! I still really like how I wrote Spectra!

Art: For this, I'd have to go with my Big Bang piece! I really enjoyed doing the line art for it, and it was a very big step in doing digital coloring for me, as well! I also really love the phic, written by TWD, that I made this for! Mind the CWs, tho: gore, maggots, blood, injury, mutilated corpses, neck injury, head injury, angst

Music: I'm really proud of my Mini Bang music! I learned about panning from Lexx, and Lexx mastered the music, so it turned out really, really well! I particularly like how "Wanderlust" turned out!

Podfic: I haven't podficced in a while... but I gotta say, the one I'm most proud of (and also the one I want to redo the most) is my podfic of "It was real, and I repent" by anthrop! I like how I voiced Clockwork, and I like my Observants voice, and I like how I did the "Time Out"s! This was an early podfic, though, on my iPhone mic a few upgrades ago, in a room that didn't have much sound proofing. I'd love to see what I can do now that I have a proper mic, a better recording environment, and a better grasp of narration!

Do you have a phavorite DP phic trope? Ummmm... Angst? Hurt/Comfort? The horror of being half dead yet half alive? The first two are why I came; that last one is one of the reasons why I stay!

What are you going as for Halloween? Either Box Ghost, or my low key Napstablook look! Depends on my mood, really!

Why did you pick your mod role? Well, I was going to call myself "Ghost Zone Janitor Bib", but that's a long tag to type all the time, and I'm likely to forget the "Zone" bit. So, I am mod bib!

But don't mind me, I'm just your local Ghost Zone Janitor Bib, sweeping up the messes and spills we encounter as we go! When I'm not desperately catching up with school, you can find me reblooping posts, correcting tags, and testing out the different pages to make sure they link to their correct spaces! Just keeping things in order in the background so the mods up front can run the show as chaotically as they want!

[invisobang]

Hi there 👋

I just signed up for the minibang and the discord invite didn't work for me. May I get another invite?

Yes! I will DM you the invite!

[green-with-envy-phandom-event]

I have a query. Can line artists submit more than one piece of line art?

Yes! We ask that line artists submit up to 5 pieces.

[studebakerhearse]

O look it’s my favorite gay people from Batman 🌂♦️

[dadrockconfessions]

I'm confused how you have a rules against slut-shaming, true crime and more, but apparently posting a confession about fantasies of violence and murder against a murder-victim is fine. Funny morals.

ur very right, I'll delete it, I wasn't sure about the post anyways as you could see.

[callemodista]

New Listing!

FOREST FAIRIE Mini Dress by Cálle Modista This sweet 60s mod dress is handmade from a lovely deadstock vintage crimplene fabric. It is an A line dress with long sleeves and contrasting bib and cuffs. - The dress is made from vintage crimplene with a brown background and a floral print in green, blue and white, the overall appearance is of a deep green. - The bib and cuffs are in white vintage polyester - The square bib has 6 green buttons in 2 lines down either side - Stand up collar - Long cuffed sleeves, fastened with 3 green buttons - Mini length - Zipper fastening to rear, with button and loop to the back of the collar This is an authentic 60s style mini dress, perfect for those cooler months

https://www.etsy.com/uk/listing/1319307604/60s-mini-mod-dress-long-sleeve-green?click_key=6bdec76c388a45442bbd104f344a3c87adad1d47%3A1319307604&click_sum=c5b4743d&ref=shop_home_feat_2&sts=1

[katsukikitten]

Bakugou body mod/ piercer, he's a bit older than you almost thirty to your 25, you have to have your tongue lolled out for him to work before he can hold it in place with a tool but as he's about to grab your tongue he notices the way it quivers and shakes and for the first fucking time he's having a nasty thought about a client, about his cum hitting your tongue and mixing with your spit that starts to pool onto the sanitary paper bib he put on to catch the blood and drool. "Bakugou?" His assistant calls him, pulling him out of his stupor. With a growl he grabs onto your shaking tongue and tries to swallow desire whole from the pretty groan you make.

Instead he chokes on it.

It doesn't help how your tongue swirls around his cherry flavored gloves as he checks his work, making sure the piercing is in there correctly and that the bar is long enough for the inevitable swelling. Digits still in your mouth as he starts his lecture that most people ignore but your eyes were trained on him.

Hanging on every word.

"It's gonna hurt and it's gonna fuckin swell for the next five days. Don't call us crying about it and if your think it's infected go to the fuckin doctor. Drink cold liquids, rinse with saline or salt water or alcohol free wash after every fucking meal. That means, snacks too dipshit, until it's healed. No licking random shit, no kissing and " he removes his fingers and grabs your chin, something he definitely doesn't normally do, keeping your gaze with his own intense crimson, "No oral."

"Got it?" He lets go and you nod quickly. Eagerly as he can feel your need for praise and approval seep off of you. With his assistant out of the room now he gives a wolfish grin.

"Good girl." He watches your thighs rub together and his cock twitches from pegging you right. He gives his back to you for now to wash his hands like the sis before.

"Um, do-" you clear your throat, "Do you do nipple piercings too?"

That wolfish grin curls up on his face again as he looks you over his shoulder and blatantly stares at your chest.

"I do everything."

[chic-a-gigot]

La Mode illustrée, no. 8, 21 février 1897, Paris.

Toilette de promenade. Modèle de chez Mme Gradoz, rue de Provence, 67.

Tablier suédois pour jeune fille. Modèle de chez Mlle Rimbot, rue de Richelieu, 73.

Robe d'intérieur en cachemire uni et cachemire brodé. Modèle de chez Mmes Coussinet-Piret, rue Richer, 43.

Toilette de jeune fille en mohair gris. Mod. de chez Mmes Brun-Cailleux, r. de la Victoire, 48.

Robe en serge d'Irlande vert. Modèle de chez Mmes Coussinet-Piret, rue Richer, 43.

Robe en mohair bleu marine. Modèle de chez Mme Gradoz, rue de Provence, 67.

Ville de Paris / Bibliothèque Forney

Toilette de promenade.

Robe en drap mastic. Un galon de passementerie simule sur la jupe une robe de dessus aux deux coins de laquelle se trouvent des ornements en passementerie. Le corsage plat fait à pointe s'ouvre avec de larges revers sur un plastron plissé en soie de nuance claire, terminé au bord supérieur par un col droit plissé en soie. Les revers encadrés de galons en passementerie se rattachent derrière à un col carré; on rattache aux devants une ceinture Médicis en velours, ornée de grands boutons de nacre. Les manches garnies de galons en passementerie, ont des bouillonnés courts.

Mastic cloth dress. A trimming braid on the skirt simulates an outer dress on both corners of which are trimmings ornaments. The flat pointed bodice opens with wide lapels onto a pleated light silk bib, finished at the upper edge with a straight pleated silk collar. The lapels framed with braids are attached behind to a square collar; A Medici velvet belt is attached to the front, decorated with large mother-of-pearl buttons. The sleeves, trimmed with trimmings, have short ruffles.

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Tablier suédois pour jeune fille.

Ce tablier suédois est fait en drap léger jaune soufre foncé; il se compose d'un seul morceau droit ayant 65 centimètres de largeur, 1 mètre 12 de longueur; ce morceau est froncé deux fois au bord supérieur, de façon à lui laiser 26 centimètres de largeur; on l'orne avec un morceau replié en dessus, triangulaire coupé en drap brun clair, ayant 16 centimètres de largeur au milieu, 4 centimètres sur les côtés, orné d'une bordure brodée étroite. On fixe sur le bord inférieur une bordure en drap brun clair ayant 26 centimètres de largeur, et l'on coud en même temps au bord inférieur du tablier une double bande de drap soufre, ayant 4 centimètres de hauteur, brodée de légères courbes au point de cordonnet. Les motifs ronds et ovales des deux bordures, dont les fig. 36 et 37 représentent le dessin, sont appliqués partie en soie vert olive, partie en soie blanche; on les brode en soie de cordonnet blanche, jaune, bleue au passé et points de fantaisie; les autres motifs sont faits avec les mêmes couleurs au passé et au point de cordonnet. Le tablier est retenu à la taille par une ceinture en drap jaune; le plastron du tablier est fixé au corsage par des épingles de fantaisie.

Le tablier peut être également exécuté en toile de couleur, et orné de bordures au point de cordonnet ou bien au point de croix.

This Swedish apron is made of light dark sulfur yellow cloth; it consists of a single straight piece 65 centimeters wide, 1 meter 12 long; this piece is gathered twice at the upper edge, so as to leave it 26 centimeters wide; it is decorated with a piece folded on top, triangular cut from light brown cloth, 16 centimeters wide in the middle, 4 centimeters on the sides, decorated with a narrow embroidered border. We attach to the lower edge a border of light brown cloth 26 centimeters wide, and at the same time we sew to the lower edge of the apron a double strip of sulfur cloth, 4 centimeters high, embroidered with slight curves in stitch. cord. The round and oval patterns of the two borders, including figs. 36 and 37 represent the design, are applied partly in olive green silk, partly in white silk; they are embroidered in white, yellow, blue cord silk with paste and fancy stitches; the other patterns are made with the same colors in past and cord stitch. The apron is held at the waist by a yellow cloth belt; the bib of the apron is attached to the bodice with fancy pins.

The apron can also be made in colored canvas, and decorated with cord stitch or cross stitch borders.

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Robe d'intérieur en cachemire uni et cachemire brodé.

Cette robe est faite en cachemire bleu pâle uni, et cachemire brodé de même couleur. La robe-princesse est faite en cachemire uni; le plastron, les manches et la garniture sont faits en cachemire brodé. Les devants sont croisés et terminés à gauche sous une draperie formant écharpe. Le col et les manches sont entourés d'une fraise en cachemire.

This dress is made in plain pale blue cashmere, and embroidered cashmere of the same color. The princess dress is made of plain cashmere; the bib, sleeves and trim are made of embroidered cashmere. The fronts are crossed and finished on the left under a drapery forming a scarf. The collar and sleeves are surrounded by a cashmere ruff.

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Toilette de jeune fille en mohair gris.

La jupe en mohair gris est entourée de six rangs de galons-mohair gris foncé; le corsage-blouse est orné devant et derrière de quatre rangs de galons. La fermeture du corsage sur le côté est couverte par un double volant de velours. Ceinture et col droit en velours; la ceinture est ornée d'un nœud sur le côté, on fait retomber une fraise en dentelle sur le col droit. Les manches terminées par un volant de dentelle sont garnies de bouillonnés courts au bord supérieur.

Le chapeau rond en paille noire, est garnie de soie mauve et de gloxinias.

​The gray mohair skirt is surrounded by six rows of dark gray mohair braid; the bodice-blouse is decorated front and back with four rows of braid. The bodice closure on the side is covered by a double velvet ruffle. Belt and straight collar in velvet; the belt is decorated with a bow on the side, a lace ruff falls on the right collar. The sleeves ending with a lace ruffle are trimmed with short bubbles at the upper edge.

The round black straw hat is trimmed with mauve silk and gloxinias.

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Robe en serge d'Irlande vert.

Cette robe faite en serge d'Irlande verte, est garnie de rubans de velours noir, qui ornent le côtés gauche et le bord inférieur de la jupe. On fixe sur les côtés trois beaux boutons et des boutonnières simulées. le corsage plat fermé devant en biais, est garni sur le devant de gauche, avec des rubans de velours posés horizontalement; on pose sur le devant un morceau plissé, formant revers, orné de ruban de velours. Une ceinture de velours entoure la taille et se termine sur le côté par un nœud. Le haut col droit est garni en ruban de velours. Les manches sont garnies de ruban de velours, et ornées au bord supérieur avec deux volants.

This dress, made in green Irish twill, is trimmed with black velvet ribbons, which adorn the left sides and the lower edge of the skirt. Three beautiful buttons and simulated buttonholes are attached to the sides. the flat bodice closed at the front at an angle, is trimmed on the left front, with velvet ribbons placed horizontally; we place on the front a pleated piece, forming a lapel, decorated with velvet ribbon. A velvet belt surrounds the waist and ends on the side with a bow. The high, straight collar is trimmed with velvet ribbon. The sleeves are trimmed with velvet ribbon, and decorated at the upper edge with two ruffles.

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Robe en mohair bleu marine.

Cette robe en mohair bleu marine est garnie au bord inférieur de la jupe avec plusieurs rangées de galons et de soutaches. Cette garniture se reproduit sur la veste courte à revers carrés, ornée de beaux boutons. La veste à manches est posée sur une blouse sans manches en soie rouge plissée, terminée par une ceinture et un col droit en velours bleu marine.

This navy blue mohair dress is trimmed at the bottom edge of the skirt with several rows of braid and soutache. This trim is reproduced on the short jacket with square lapels, decorated with beautiful buttons. The sleeved jacket is placed over a sleeveless blouse in pleated red silk, finished with a navy blue velvet belt and stand-up collar.

[swisccfinds]

Bib by Simtographies

I was surprised EA isn't on making a bib an accessory for infant/toddlers, but hey there custom content!

Creator's notes-

NEW MESH.

10 Colors.

HQ mod compatible.

Custom thumbnails.

Base game compatible.

All lods.

Show the creator some love I mean this cc is just amazing.

download

[izuaurora]

CC shopping list with all the links mentioned in my video

You can watch the video here

June & Linn hairs Old-fashioned crib (I have the V1) Panda onesie e-girl xxl Nonstop buzzcut Maple Suryp body&face freckles Summer breeze makeup kit DI(eYE) - DIY Eye Kit ADDONS Teddybear shoes Thilsey's blog Infant Playmat "The DangleMaster Deluxe" (Functional) Pacifier These Pretty Pixels' blog Jellypawss' blog Momma and me -poses Chewybutterfly's blog I'm Jennx's blog Jiumiqaq's frilly infant onesie Rosie shoes Whimstea's blog LittleTods' Patreon and blog Curly afro alpha hair Peacheryy's blog Buttertrait's blog Maytaii's Patreon 63 recolors of baby jammies Un-quilted baby onesie Simiracle's blog Bib (for toddlers) Baby onesies with animal prints

CAS Unlocks MOD How to convert eyes/skin details in S4S to work on infants

CC that wasn't mentioned in the video, but I'll add here anyway:

Poses with a stroller (this stroller CC needed) Long braids Bib for infants Hair conversion for infants - twin buns and a braid Pacifier 2 Luna hair Milkemie's blog (just everything)

[abdlgossipblog]

So with custom content for sims you can get outfits or accessories that feature diapers, pacifiers bibs, etc. and! With trait mods you can have an abdl trait that can affect your mood making you cranky, stinky, missing mommy/daddy, things like that. And with the in game trait of childish you can get mood boosts playing with toys. In game you usually become dirty and sad if you don’t make it to the bathroom but with the abdl trait you get happy.

God damn it’s so fun lmao 🤩

[ectoberhaunt]

Meet the Mods: Aj

Name: Aj

Pronouns: they/them

Blog: @ajitated

ao3: ajility

Fave DP Character: hmm… probably Clockwork? But the Ancients in general are a lot of fun :3c

Order or Chaos: Both of course, you can’t have one without the other — chaos wouldn’t be chaos without order, and order on its own is monotonous

What is your Phave Prompt this year? Hunger/Harvest!! I’m really excited to see what people do for em 👀

When did you join the Phandom? February 2021, after reading Mortified (^ ^”)

What fanwork are you most proud of? One of the oneshots I did for 2021 phight, What Can be Found. I like how it turned out, it was fun to write, and I still like the concept a lot~ I also really like this ‘blob ghost with mushrooms’ digital art

Do you have a phavorite DP phic trope?  I like stuff that goes into world building and building up the Zone, and I like exploring the Ancients as a concept — but for ‘named’ tropes, I like Ghost King aus!

What are you going as for Halloween?  Y’know, I have no idea. Maybe Poison Ivy? 

Why did you pick your mod role?  I don’t have a front facing role, but I’m helping with stuff behind the scenes! I made the calendars this year, as well as the tracking spreadsheet, which I hope people are finding useful. I’m also tracking stats and participation for the event — as of tonight (Oct 9th), we have 83 participants and 319 prompt fills (Chaos is ahead by 11 prompts 🤫) — and I’ll be keeping an eye out for ways we can improve the event for everyone :3c

[burnwater13]

Boba Fett holding a LEP droid in Jabba's palace. From the Book of Boba Fett, Season 1, Episode 4, The Gathering Storm. Image from DataWorks calendar.

Grogu really didn’t understand why Mandalorians hated droids and mechs so much. Even his friend Boba Fett didn’t seem to like them very much. 

“I know it seems that way, young one. But many people use droids and mechs to fool and deceive others because they will do just as they are told. That droid knew where the Mayor of Mos Espa was, but tried to hide that fact. Was told to hide that fact. I have little patience with liars.”

The Daimyo made a point. Droids and mechs followed their programming and if it was less than stellar, well, you didn’t get what you wanted. Grogu remembered the story Kuiil told about reprogramming IG-11 to be a nanny droid. It took a lot of patience and time, but eventually, the former assassin droid had been an excellent and self-less guardian. 

Grogu and the Daimyo had been talking about how the Daimyo became, well, Daimyo. It hadn’t been easy and some people didn’t cooperate, particularly Mayor Mok Shaiz. Apparently, and Grogu didn’t quite understand this, Mok Shaiz thought that he should be the Daimyo. But he hadn’t stopped Bib Fortuna and he hadn’t worked with any of the other leaders on Tatooine and he was a coward. Who wanted a leader who wouldn’t stand up for their own people?

“Leading is not easy, Grogu. Many are not suited for the task, even though they may have the title and claim the authority. But if you do not take responsibility for your remit. For your people. Then, you are not a leader. You are a grifter. Conning people out of their hard earned credits without providing anything in return. Mok Shaiz was a grifter and Tatooine is better off without him and his flunkies.”

Grogu nodded. He did think Tatooine was better off now. The changes to the strange planet he felt so attached to had been slow, far slower than the changes on Nevarro, but they were still present. The new leadership council had been put in place, with the Mods working to keep things coordinated between the different cities, towns, and villages on Tatooine. Freetown was represented by Jo and Grogu had been happy to meet her. The Marshal was establishing a program of peace officers to coordinate information sharing and mutual aid as well as working with the Sand people outreach team. 

Grogu had tried to talk Peli Motto into representing Mos Eisley, but she declined because she had a repair and maintenance business to run. But she had recommended a person to represent Mos Eisley, claiming they were the last honest card shark in system. His name was Lando something. Not really ‘something’, but Grogu couldn’t remember the other name Peli had told him. It sounded like the name of a planet. 

Fennec was vetting them all, of course, and apparently she was happy so far and that meant a lot to Grogu and even more to the Daimyo. He and Fennec had plans of their own to work on and this system allowed him to follow his path while preserving the work he had already put into rebuilding Tatooine. Grogu thought that was commendable.

He did wonder about the little droid. Had it been dismantled or decommissioned or just scrapped?

“Oh, I put it back on the job. If it could catch rats for Bib Fortuna and Jabba, then it could catch them for a much more worthy purpose. The rancor likes rats, you know.”

Boba Fett laughed at that and so did Grogu. He didn’t know who Bib Fortuna or Jabba were, but he knew that Ranky liked all sorts of treats. He just hadn’t expected rats to be a treat. Of course, he liked frogs and gorgs and even the Daimyo didn’t find them all that much of treat. 

“One of the things you learn when you have lived as long as I have, young one, is you should never throw a tool away if it isn’t broken. Yes, that little droid annoyed me at the time. I was reclaiming my ship and hoping to find my armor. It had no idea who I was or what I was about. It was just there to catch rats. Mercy is an important quality in any leader. That is why I can count Krrsantan as a friend when he was sent to end me. He was just doing what his masters demanded. Once I freed him there was no need to hold a grudge.”

Grogu nodded his head and then coo’d a question to the Daimyo. 

“One day you may find that you are Mand’alor. There are many Mandalorians you have met who will not have done as you wished. Who were not your friends. But you will still be their leader. How you treat them will determine how you are respected as a leader. It was not an easy lesson for me to learn, but when I did, it made all the difference. 

Now, let’s see what’s for dinner. I hope we have something other than rats to eat. Fennec complains that the rancor cannot keep up with how many LEP catches. Between you and me I think the little droid breeds them in order to keep his job.”

Grogu giggled at that. If it was true it would explain that scurrying sound he heard so often in the Daimyo’s palace. Unless the rumors about spiders were true? Uff. Time to eat. He had a lot of information to digest and it all went better with a nice cup of bone broth.

[nitewrighter]

Jury-Rig

This is the sort of "Sajaf Recruitment" fic--mostly it came from a setting and dialogue that was bouncing in my head and refused to let me write anything else.

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Even with his head lowered under its hood, Ramattra towered over virtually everyone else in the street. It was pouring rain in the late afternoon, the early summer day turned dark and muggy. He was glad to get out of Shimla's main streets and into the twisting alleyways, fewer eyes on him. Big omnics weren't that unusual, in fact he was impressed to see some major agricultural labor units around the city and in his travels, but a Ravager unit elicited more... polarizing reactions.

He was heading uphill. Fire escapes forced the already heavy rain to coagulate into even fatter drops, and gutters on both sides of the alley were turned into miniature rushing rivers roaring into storm drains or flooding against dams of litter, leaves, and other debris. Shimla had been more fortunate than most during the Crisis, for better or worse--it still had many of the buildings from colonial era. A couple rushed past him, human and omnic, the male human holding up his jacket as a sort of umbrella for them both as they giggled and jog-walked down the alley together, nearly slipping in all the rain. So, he was getting close.

A few turns later he found himself in front of a little shop crammed between two much-larger buildings. The front of the shop was in Hindi, and translated to 'The Body Divine.' and featured a yellow neon representation of an Omnic posing like Botticelli's Venus, flanked by neon pink lotus flowers. Another omnic, this one alone, wearing a long coat quickly paced out of the front of the shop and nearly bumped into him, not even making eye contact as he quickly paced around Ramattra. Ramattra watched as the omnic hurried down the street, stiff and quick, as if it was carrying some kind of contraband. A disapproving "hm," escaped him before he finally stepped into the shop and out of the rain.

He heard the chime of tingsha as he opened the door and he looked around. The setup of the shop was very similar to a human tattoo parlor, with a waiting area up front and multiple reclining chairs and operating tables behind a counter towards the back. The wall was covered in various omnic and human prosthetic limbs, as well as posters in multiple languages including Omnicode that displayed messages like 'Tac-Mods: At Home Care and Maintenance,' and varying complex diagrams. Ramattra's eyes fell on a small brochure display presenting a bunch of pamphlets in multiple languages. The brochures were bright yellow, featured the human safety warning symbol of a human hand caught in mechanical gears, and were titled 'Human-Omnic Intimacy and You' in Hindi, English, Chinese, and Omnicode.

"Did you have an appointment?" a voice spoke up in clumsy Hindi and Ramattra's head jerked up. Well, it didn't have to jerk up too far. They weren't looking at him, just moving around the back of the shop, apparently busying themselves with moving some boxes of supplies around, clearly cleaning up and getting ready to close up for the day.

Sajaf's face was completely covered by a goggled face mask and respirator, cutting off their peripheral vision. They were wearing baggy olive green bib cargo overalls over a paisley halter wrap top. Their lean, goldish-tan arms and their bronze plating were supporting a large box as they ambled about the operating area, not looking at him. Their shaved head was growing out--between the stages of peach fuzz and those short feathery strands like a few-weeks-old bird chick. Ramattra loomed a bit awkwardly in the shop's waiting area, saying nothing. In truth, so much of his mind had been occupied by the losses in London and how he was going to proceed with so many of his willing allies gone, that he hadn't thought of what he was going to say at all.

"I don't take walk-ins," they continued in that same clumsy Hindi, grabbing a few things from the operating tables and putting them in their box, "And we're closing up for the day. If you have a referral I can--" They finally looked at him and the box dropped from their hands with a loud clatter and the sound of more than one thing breaking. "R-Rinpoche?"

Ramattra attempted to assume as commanding a posture as possible while tamping down the embarrassment that he was the one coming to them. "Wan," he said flatly.

They hustled forward, practically vaulting over the counter that served to divide the waiting area from the operating area, yanking off their goggled mask in the process to stare up at him. Their face had gotten thinner, and Ramattra noted the new lines of prosthetics in their arms. Here is walking proof that Mondatta doesn't have nearly the influence he thinks he has, Ramattra thought, looking at their jointed fingers.

"I hadn't heard anything of the movement since London--I was scared--" Sajaf started, still moving towards him.

"You didn't hear anything of the movement because you are not in the movement," Ramattra said crisply.

They stopped short as if there was an invisible wall several feet in front of him. Their hands were still tensed in front of them. "Right..." they said, "...of course."

A long pause passed between the two of them.

"I'm sorry," they said at last, "About Lanet."

Ramattra's hand clenched in a fist at his side. "They showed her mangled body in the newspapers--they don't recognize our bodies as bodies. We are merely wreckage and parts to them, to you."

"Not to me--" Sajaf glanced up and trailed their fingers along the palm of an omnic arm hanging from the wall, "Never to me."

"What is all this?" Ramattra meant to ask the question as mocking derision, but Sajaf just smiled a little.

"There's more than one avenue to peace between humans and omnics," they said smugly.

"Selling narcotics that double as a pathetic imitation of human intimacy isn't a lasting plan for change," muttered Ramattra, looking at the poster.

"Tac mods aren't narcotics."

"They hijack omnic systems to create a pleasure or pain response. How is that different from human narcotics?"

"Oh Iris forbid an Omnic see their body as anything beyond a central processing unit!"

"Why don't you just make breasts and genitalia for us while you're at it?"

"Oh I don't make the tits," said Sajaf with a laugh in their voice, "You want tits? I can call up my contact in Kolkata. A dick though, you'll have better luck in Toronto."

"Ridiculous..." muttered Ramattra.

"Hey, I don't know how to tell you this, but not every Omnic decided to steer their sentience towards enlightenment," Sajaf shrugged, "Besides, it's decent money. Keeps me up to date on what's happening on a community level. Discreet enough that I have time for more research..."

Ramattra glanced around the shop. "So... this is what you have been doing since Mondatta dismissed you?"

"He didn't dismiss me, I left," said Sajaf, folding their arms.

"He requested you leave, and you assented," said Ramattra.

"Rinpoche, I know you're in a lot of pain right now, but I imagine you have better things to do than to track down and argue semantics with someone you haven't spoken to in two years, and didn't want in the Shambali, let alone your movement."

"It's not semantics if you--!" Ramattra started and then dragged his hand down his faceplate with an exhausted sound, "You... are correct. That is not the purpose of my visit."

"How can I help you?" they pocketed their hands.

A prickle of frustration rippled through Ramattra. They were really going to force him to say it, weren't they?

"In light of... London, I realize I have to reassess my approach. It would seem... Omnics... have been too conditioned to a human-centric existence. They don't realize that so long as they comply with a human idea of peace, they are doomed to exist only at humanity's whim, and will inevitably be wiped out."

"...who left?" Sajaf was staring at him steadily.

Oh this was worse than forcing him to say it.

"Nameless," he said "And Zera."

"Kace?"

"Still in London."

"He's a liability."

"Do you think I'm in a position to make this circle smaller?" Ramattra snapped.

Sajaf's lips thinned. "I'm sorry. It... must have been very difficult. Especially after Lanet."

"What's difficult is the fact that Mondatta is using London to leverage his own position with the humans," he said, not looking at them.

"I saw," said Sajaf. They did not remark further.

You still have to say it, Ramattra thought miserably.

"Lanet... warned me that the drones I was using in London were obsolete," he said, "That they weren't ready. She knew, even before the attack was launched. I should have listened to her. I understand that before your dismissal--"

"Before I left," Sajaf corrected.

"Before you left the Shambali," said Ramattra with a head movement that indicated a hard eye-roll, "In your research of Aurora you gained... a very strong understanding in inter-omnic unit automated communication. You... believed that our being a network was a major key to our sentience."

"It's not just belief," Sajaf muttered.

"I still intend to use drones to protect my people, but much of the technology I'm working with has been dormant for over 30 years. And in that time our enemies have had plenty of time to evolve. If I'm to make it any match for the threat my people face, then I..." he trailed off. He attempted to regain footing in his sentence, "It would seem I--" he cut himself off again.

Sajaf tilted their head expectantly. Rain was pattering on the window outside.

"I--I require..." Ramattra attempted to start again and his voice dropped back into that pit of embarrassment and shame. He suddenly switched gears. "If you have any of the devotion to my people and the Iris that you ranted about in your acolyte days, you would---!" They were still looking at him with that tranquil obstinacy. He drew himself up to his full height and attempted to re-center himself. "I am... very tired," he said at last, "I fear for my people. I fear for my cause. And what few resources I have are in need of significant overhauls which I... cannot do alone. And I realize, if I am going to do what is required of me to save my people, I will have need of both... perspective and loyalty."

They raised their eyebrows.

"...your... perspective. And loyalty," The words were at last drawn out of Ramattra like poison being sucked from a wound and spat off to the side, "If... you understand what the cause asks of you."

They stared at him for a few long seconds, studying him. Their mouth had an odd hitch to it, not quite a smile, not quite contemptuous. He simply returned the stare. Finally their shoulders slumped a little, they closed their eyes and drew in a long, quiet breath through the nostrils before flicking their eyes open and focusing them back up at him once more.

"You have my loyalty, Ramattra Rinpoche. You always did," Sajaf pressed their hands together in front of themselves and gave a slight bow of their head. How the gesture seemed so natural to them after all that impertinence was just as annoying as everything else about this exchange had been. "Perspective... I guess we'll have to take that one slow, won't we?"

"Hm," Ramattra glanced around the shop dubiously.

Sajaf paced past him and turned the sign of the shop from 'open' to 'closed.'

"So," they walked past him once more and pushed themselves up onto their counter, those doll-joined fingers rolling on the counter's edge as their eyes met his, "Where do we start?"

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Fluffy-Butt Situation, 2nd Bonus Chapter! That time of the month…

WARNING: Involves a woman's natural cycle (13+?). I don't recommend reading if you aren't a woman cause... that's weird (Unless you want to get ideas of how to help someone on theirs? Idk it's your life you do whatever.)). Anyway talks about periods and comfort.. yadayadaydada. You have been warned.

(I love this picture, it's so pretty. Anyway to the story-) Reader on her period while Bakugou is a cat?

When Katsuki wakes he instantly smells blood. Jumping up he pats your face, “Oi! OI IDIOT WAKE UP!” He knew nobody had come inside and hurt you. He was a heavy sleeper but he was on constant alert. Often he’d wake up to the other students walking in the hallways of your dorms. You grunted and groaned, “King- stahp.” You grumbled sleepily, as you rolled over however your eyes snapped open as your eyeballs grew wide. You then sat up and threw off your bedding, running to the bathroom. “OI! What’s wrong?!” Katsuki jumped down, running after you, the smell of blood was much stronger now, and there was something else strange about it. Katsuki watched as you frantically ripped open one of your drawers, grabbing what seemed to be a piece of small clothing before running into your bathroom and closing the door shut. “Y/N? Y/N!” Katsuki waited outside, hearing you curse and something being ripped in there. Katsuki tilted his head ‘Is she taking a really big shit that she has time to eat something?’ the strange, boyish thought crossed his mind. He shook his head as he pawed and clawed at the door. “Y/N! Answer me!” “Just a second! I’ll be there soon just- calm down!” You yelled from behind the door. Katsuki didn’t know whether or not to believe you. However all he could really do was to sit and wait for you.

You walked out a few moments later, you tossed what Katsuki realized to be the source of the smell in your dirty laundry basket. You sighed as you picked up Katsuki and carried him to your bed. He noticed the hint of blood still followed you. When you laid back down Katsuki looked at you, worry and anger evident on his face. “Oi! You’re bleeding dumbass! You need to go to Recovery Girl!” You however only smiled tiredly at him “Shhh, go back to sleep King.” Katsuki huffed as you weren’t taking this seriously. You laid your head back down on your pillow as you fell back into your peaceful sleep. Katsuki carefully got off you before dropping onto the ground, he trotted over to your laundry basket. Looking in he couldn’t tell a damn thing apart as he stared into the basket. ‘Damn my dad for cursing me with bad eyesight.’ He thought to himself, turning away he walked into your bathroom to further investigate. He saw a drawer of yours was barely open, pawing at it he pulled it open fully. He couldn’t tell what he was looking at but it was- colorful? He could barely remember something similar to this- but what was it? He pawed at it and heard a crunch- Katsuki’s eyes widened as he trotted over to your garbage can and looked in, one of the colorful, crunchy, things from your drawer. However it was- wrapped up. Katsuki shot his head up, ‘She’s- on her period. Ohhh- OH!’ Katsuki instantly shivered as he remembered his mother. 

“Hey mom! What is with all these colorful diapers under the sink? Are you a baby now?” He blew raspberries as he thought his mother wearing a diaper and bib would be the funniest thing ever. However as his mother was folding laundry standing, she shot her head directly at him. Staring at him dead in the eyes, a look he’d never forget. He was 6 at the time- a child wouldn’t understand the problems of the opposite sex’s adult life. Luckily his dad was there to clam down and diffuse the situation. “Hey Katsuki, let’s not make fun or bother mom right now- or for the rest of the week.

Only after a course in middle school did Katsuki barely understand that females had a thing called periods. As the Japanese education system didn’t find it very modest to teach their students much about the reproductive system of humans. When Katsuki was at his house, grabbing something from the fridge as he was playing a game on his phone. He heard his mother letting out some whines as she looked pale and in pain. “Tch, what’s wrong hag? You on your period or something?” Katsuki scoffed as he closed the fridge. His back was turned to his mother who had put down her knife she was using to chop some vegetables up for dinner. “Katsuki-” She whispered, “It can’t be that bad can it?” Katsuki asked, rolling his eyes. “You act all strong but you’re gonna let a little cramping make you cry-” Suddenly Katsuki was shoved into a wall faster than he could finish. His mother held a different being behind her eyes as she stared into his soul. He swore he saw his life flash before his eyes as she then proceeded to spank him until her arms were tired. Ever since that day, Katsuki learned better than to ever talk back to his mother. Occasionally he’d have his outbursts, but upon being hit. He’d stop for a time being until he could gather his composure. Whenever his mother was ever showing signs it was her time of the month, Katsuki would make sure to stay out of the woman’s line of sight, do his chores and extra chores to the best he could, never make eye contact and goodness forbid talking.

As Katsuki stared at your figure sleeping on your bed, he felt his heart clench in fear. Would you throw a fit due to your unbalanced hormones and try to hurt hi- Katsuki shook his head ‘Oi! Get a damn grip, she can’t hurt me even if she tried.’ Katsuki smirked as he felt his ego increase, of course you couldn't hurt him. However- he would make sure you’d have your space.

When you woke up you didn’t find King anywhere around, you rubbed your eyes as you looked over, on the opposite side of the room you saw King sleeping with his back turned to you, on the floor. Your brows furrowed as you thought it to be.. unusual.  You went on with your normal or mostly normal day, noting to do laundry when you got back to your dorm.

Katsuki continued to give you space for the whole day, making you wonder if something was wrong. Through the rest of the night he seemingly avoided you. Finding looking at the wall more interesting than sitting in your lap like usual. When it was time for bed you walked over to your bed, sitting on it. “King. King! Pspsps!” However, King didn’t move from his new sleeping spot. Getting up, you walked over and sat down next to him as he was lying in his new sleeping spot. You reached down and began to pet him, Katsuki grunted before lifting his head and looking over at you. “Hey, wanna go to bed?” Katsuki grunted as he turned and dropped his head on the ground. He could barely sense your once upbeat and bubbly mood, dwindling. “King- please?” He turned back to you upon hearing sadness within your tone. You looked down at him with in-pained eyes. Katsuki sighed before getting up, he looked at you unsure. You reached out your hand and began to pet his head, Katsuki felt himself lean into your touch. “C’mon kitty, it’s bedtime. And I miss my cuddle partner.” You then scooped him gently and walked over to the bed. Lying down, you held Katsuki who laid on your stomach (Not the lower part but more up onto your chest). Your fingers moved through his soft fur which helped distract your mind from your cramps. Both lulling you and Katsuki to sleep. Before Katsuki fell asleep however, he noticed our face ease into a small smile as he laid on top of you. Furthermore what he learned was you were much different than his mother, you actually wanted him to be around.

(^This initially was the introduction I guess of the events/headcanons that shall happen next >:) )

Katsuki can’t use his quirk due to the lack of being able to sweat anything but a tiny drop. However it sometimes burns into his fur when he is able to get a big enough spark in between his jelly beans. 

When he sees you’re cramping, hurting at all, or uncomfortable, he checks to see if you’re ok and very carefully moves around you. Instead of being like a regular pet who steps on every pressure point you never knew existed.

He may not be able to use his quirk, but because he is a long haired cat or super fluffy and always moving (Or nowadays sleeping). Katsuki’s body is naturally hot and the perfect weight to gently apply pressure to calm your murderous uterus. 

If you’re sitting he’ll climb into your lap and lean himself (carefully of course) against your lower abdomen, keeping your tummy and legs warm. If you’re lying down he moved from your upper stomach area and very gently walked over before laying down over your hurting area. Either way you’re going to warm up pretty quickly and your cramps will lessen in a fair amount of time.

Whenever you thank, praise, or give anything positive to Katsuki he can’t help but purr. He purrs much easier on your time of the month which works MIRACLES. His low vibrations and warm body temperature almost produces a massaging (an actual good and relaxing one. Not where someone stabs their fingers into you like a raptor) effect for you which relieved lots of pain and uncomfort. 

If you’re having a really painful time he’s on it. Say whatever you need and he’ll zoom down wherever to get what you ask. He’s learned where everything in your room is from being bored out of his mind and deciding to explore to learn a bit more about you. 

He’ll grab you anything and everything in his mouth. Looking over your bed you’ll see him acting like a puppy holding a stick instead it’s your medicine. Or he’ll be digging though your closet and drag or rip out an extra blanket if he can’t get it. Sometimes you even see him get on his hind legs and grab things like a human a s if he lived in the circus. Once you even saw him grabbing a pillow you had dropped, evidently it covered most of his vision as it was in his mouth. Either way he was able to successfully jump onto your bed with the pillow (You had to catch him because he almost fell)

With him willing to grab you the whole world, know it may take a while due to not only his tiny paws or physical limitations. However his sight SUCKS. He already struggled being able to see or read things up close (for example reading a book within a foot of your vision.) as a human which he had inherited from his dad. However cats were also nearsighted, meaning he could only see something standing a couple feet away from him, while everything else is blurry.

Sometimes (Or in desperate need), he’ll sneak out of your room.

You need food? Hell. He. Will. Find. A. WAY. (Mans is dedicated, which is one aspect I absolutely love about him. *Cough* ANYWAY-)

He’ll go and get you a pack of ramen noodles and by all things good, bring you it hot and fresh. You couldn’t even come up with any possible way or idea of how he could pull this off.

He’ll bite the bowl open, even clawing the lid part off or enough for the water to run into the package. Positioning it accurately on the floor he

Ll proceed to grab the faucet and ut it on the edge of your school’s counter and turn the water onto hot. While DEAD ASS staring everyone down (They’re frozen in fear as they;ve never seen such a sma thing look so deadly or intimidating). 

Katsuki will then put the faucet back when its how he wants it, snap his head around and let out his most menacing roar of ‘Don’t mess with me or you’ll become my new scratching post.’ before grabbing a pair of chopsticks he’ll hold in his mouth and lastly drop down. 

Using his head, he’ll bump and move the bowl of food towards the elevator. He’ll hiss at anyone who dares try to help and give them a piece of his mind because he wants to be ther one to help you, along with his ego is too big for that even if he’s shrunk considerably, AND he will not wait one second more while you’re hurting in case it gets worse and he’s not there to help you. 

Katsuki will then stand up on his hind legs while staring everyone  down without blinking. After hitting the button to your floor does he come down, but makes another loud roar. To give him more of the edge… as soon as the doors begin to close, he gets up and runs right at the class. (Which did cause them to scream) However by ‘coincidence’ or ‘luck’ the doors close before he can actually kill them. Scoffing and smirking proudly Katsuki struts back to his place to continue his mission.

Once at your floor, Katsuki will then proceed to continue to push your bowl of food with his head to your door. Finally, standing on his hid legs and tries to open it. If you beat him you see your cat with a proud smirk and posture followed by a puffed up chest. With chopsticks in his mouth and a hot bowl of ramen with some cat fur on it and claw/tooth marks. 

Yet he makes great company as he lays on your stomach, proud of himself and his efforts as the two of you watch some shows. You praise him all night until you fall asleep which he helps by cleaning (gathering your garbage in a single space or in your garbage bin/bag) and goes back to tuck you in and sleeps on your tummy all night long. He doesn’t move around on you during this time in fear he’ll hurt you worse.

(If I can think of any more, I’ll make a separate post of Catsuki and all his headcanons. If you’d like you can send me your thoughts and ideas and I’ll include them (while giving you the credit) and might write my own little spin on it.)

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