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[buckyschair]

imagine using excel but not using a single function. that’s what it’s like to be my coworker

[1800titz]

TDIAG MASTERLIST

(the reupload)

The one in which there's a sex club, Greek stage names, an exploration of boundaries, an open house, a pair of dress shoes, and and two evident sides to the same coin.

TDIAG things | TDIAG asks | NSFW ALPHABET | TDIAG extras | THE MAIN MASTERLIST

CHAPTER 1 > 11.7K wc

The pilot episode feat. a gangbang

When Harry was twenty two, if a dangerously overconfident, time-hopping doppelgänger had pulled up in a freaky, rubber balaclava ('listen, mate' — hand on the shoulder and everything, like the reenactment of a cliché, time-honored rite of passage), and told him that in the very near future, his Friday nights would be indefinitely spent wearing a Greek moniker in the form of a fetishized allusion, that he’d be garbed by a latex mask to protect the sacred, fragile veil of secrecy— Well. He'd probably get a head start for padded walls and a straight jacket. Consider he was doing himself a favor with that one. But if he were told the same thing at twenty three, he'd probably choose to overlook the minor detail of reality imploding and sit back in his armchair, swirling his whiskey with excitement. Twenty three was an eventful year. He’d started casually enjoying whiskey after a long workday (honestly, a palate milestone in and of itself) and became enlightened on the fine art of tactically-applied suffering (and with it, gained a whole new appreciation for high-quality restraints). Because sometimes, a well-placed bruise and bliss just happened to go hand-in-hand.

CHAPTER 2 > 17.3K wc

The one with a negotiation, boundary explorations, and banana flavored condoms

"I don't like inflicting pain to inflict pain," he tells her, then, smiling like they're talking about their favorite movies, "the same way you don't enjoy the pain of pain. It has to be backed by something, right? And for a masochist, that's pleasure, whether it's derived from a combination of the pain and physical pleasure, or arousal from dirty talk, or, I dunno, endorphins. S'all stuff I'm sure you're very self aware of." "Right," the young woman tells him, nodding. He's right— the pain, the pleasure derived from pain, it's all a sort of graceful balance on a wire spindled from a concoction. "And for you?" "For me?" "What makes you enjoy inflicting the pain?" "Your pleasure."

CHAPTER 3 > 14.9K wc

The one with the grape shoplifting, the commandments, Choose Your Own Adventure! (feat. CLANG and mysterious door no. 2), flogger versus tickling (the final showdown), and three(!) more orgasms than usual

"That's a lot of cherries." Isla turns. The man behind her is tall, attractive. She blinks. If his sculpted features, lightly moussed, coiled hair, and striking gaze hadn't already bewitched her into a wordless stare, the way he plucks and eats grapes, straight off the vine, straight from the bag, in the self checkout lane like an absolute maniac, would. She casts her gaze to her basket. There's a variety of items on her buy-list, like a lone jar of salsa and ...some unsightly, extra absorbent tampons— anyways, why is this stranger ogling the contents of her basket? There are, in fact, three plastic carts of cherries, stacked, which take up the majority of the space. She clears her throat, "Yeah there was, a, uh. Discount." "Was there?" She's still staring obnoxiously, and the man seems to catch on. He swallows the grape his strawberry mouth had closed around, lips curling softly as he expends a vague explanation, "I missed my lunch." She purses her lips slightly, head tipping forwards in an understanding nod, and attempts to ease her way into politely disengaging back into that aimless stare ahead. She can't do it. She just can't force herself to manually avoid scrutinizing Baldo's crack in the impending foreground. Anyways, the intrusive stranger is certainly easier on the eyes. "That's a— uh. A lot of grapes," Isla tells him after a beat. "Is it, really? D'you think?" The attractive stranger moves the back in his obnoxiously large palm as if weighing it contemplatively, "I'd say, 32 ounces, maybe. Well." The corners of her mouth buckle as he shoots it a sheepish glance and his pillowy mouth quirks in an obvious attempt to bridle a grin, "Less. Now."

CHAPTER 4 >13.1K wc

The one with the bracelet, the really bad day, Mr. Eros doesn't like hearing his own name, Harry: Bark like you want it (mention), and a mysterious set of knots

"Yeah. It's really pretty. So, I just use that little pin thing to take it off? Like, to shower?" The male peers up at her, pausing his handiwork, bemusement morphing the features she can see, "S'gold. You don't have to." "Right, but. Just to take it off," she clarifies, fully intent on giving him the benefit of the doubt despite the blatancy of the flags marking up the territory of the conversation, "For work, and stuff. You'll show me how to use the little key?" For a moment Eros just looks up at her, and then the corners of his mouth, a muted berry, buckle smugly, "No." No? Isla feels the shudder rolling down the knobs of her spine as the dominant licks out and leaves his bottom lip shimmery in the wake of his tongue, before clarifying, no jesting to his cadence, "It doesn't come off. Not for you. I'll have the key."

CHAPTER 5 > 11.4K wc

The one with the mysterious set of knots pt. 2, a house tour, regularly scheduled rope-swing shenanigans, and a very familiar pair of dress shoes

Isla thinks she's going to fall and crack her head open. So she tells him, brutally candid, "I'm going to fall and crack my head open," in an impressively even voice— it's beyond ludicrously impressive, honestly, given the way the cord vibrations are sending her nervous system through an earthquake. She should earn an award just for that. Harry's eyes slowly trail over her silhouette, more in a way to absorb the image than anything else. The concern, although valid considering her predicament, is a moot point— there are safety guidelines, of course, in place; one of which being safety distance. And, in accordance with the way her limbs are currently occupied (particularly with the way her hands aren't free to catch herself if she were to slip), by his calculation, the safety distance is at zero. Given that Harry has never been one to ditch precautions or any general rules involving the safety of a scene— that his hypervigilance is on max caliber and he's close enough to feel the warmth of her body heat radiating against him— the likeliness of her concern is quite literally the equivalent of the safety distance. Zero.  The dominant's amusement suffuses through the form of a head tilt, a soft curl to his mouth, a scoff. His counterclaim offers no comfort, "No you won't. You'll just get rope burn."

CHAPTER 6 > 19.4K wc

The one with the birth of the infamous yada yada, Isla "what happens at three?" Cleery, the glove (singular!) comes off, a very jittery ottoman, a cane, and some (unwholesome) late night talking

"Okay, okay, okay, I'll count right!" she smacks the back of the armchair with the heel of her palm softly in resolve. Her toes curl. Harry's tongue peeks out from his mouth to swipe, "Will you?" "Yes." "Yes, what?" Isla's head twists over her shoulder, "...Yes, Sir." He lifts the strap and gestures at her threateningly, "Yada yada me one more time. I dare you. Eyes ahead." She doesn't say anything, for once, and her head pivots back towards the wall obediently. Harry steps back, pleased. And then he hits her with the strap just as she starts to say, "yada, yada," so her insubordination morphs into a squeal, and that's just divine timing, Harry thinks. Isla blows out a breath, starting over, "One—" and grunts when he smacks her again. "Just couldn't help yourself, could you? That doesn't count," he tells her, tone firm, and if Isla wasn't in her current predicament, she'd laugh at how sober and dark he sounds when he tells her, "You yada yada'd me."

CHAPTER 7 > 18.5K

The one with another house tour, a ...vivid imagination, the rise of the green-eyed monster, Harry "your actions have consequences" Styles, the importance of taking breaks, now kiss Barbies, and "what the fuck?" honorable mention

"But between you and me," Faunus leans forward a smidge, elbow braced over the marbled bar countertop, "This one's a bit of a handful." Harry grins politely. Yeah, the reminder that this man has manhandled his submissive in the same manner he has makes him go a bit neon green. What the fuck. And Isla— she just squirms against him. Harry's well aware that the nonchalant small talk regarding her, with no acknowledgement, like she's not stood in the midst of the conversation, riles her in a filthy way. And Faunus seems to know this tidbit of information, too— his irises, glinty under the lights overhead, slink from Harry to Isla and back again. It's a subtle motion, but it shows Harry enough. The dominant's mouth quirks, gaze subtly steely in the narrowing of his half-mast lashes. "Mm. Well, between you and me," the hand that'd previously settled on her waist slips up to her hair, cards through past the nape of her neck, digits entangling in the roots, "she knows her place with me," Harry shoots her a look, and tugs firmly by slowly tightening his fist. It's a subtle motion— but the pinpricks of pain that burst over her scalp, as a result, have her pulse quickening. And Harry knows. He knows and his lips nearly crook up, but he curbs his smirk. And Faunus can ogle all he wants— but he can't touch. Can't draw the same reaction from her. That thought has satisfaction blooming in his chest. "Don't you, darling?"

CHAPTER 8 > 17.6K

The one with (more) brewing emotions, a ham and cheese croissant, an oatmilk latte, a book about pain-slut-ism, the discovery of villain origins, and another exploration of boundaries

"You," his tone becomes more ...suggestive, growing lower as the conversation dips into more lighthearted territory, "always treat me like an evil, little ...demon for getting off on the marks. But it looks like you and I are one and the same, after all." Isla's unable to stifle the bark of nervous laughter that leaves her cheeks teeming with warmth at the insinuation. She leans back from him a bit, because— no, "Oh— we are not the same. And you are like an evil, little demon." "Well, that's just impolite.""You are— it's like," she pauses, unable to come up with a credible argument, and she scoffs, motioning with the hand that'd so fondly brushed over the bridge of his nose only moments prior as the corners of the man's mouth buckle in dirty knowing. "It's like...?" "Well, it's different!" the young woman exclaims, but she's not the least bit convinced by her own statement, even when she tags on, "It's different because I don't get off on leaving them on other people— therefore, I am not an evil, little demon." "Now you're just kink shaming— that's quite rude, you know," the dominant tells her, raising his eyebrows and feigning seriousness despite the obvious nature of their banter. She knows him far too well to fall for it, anyhow. "Why does either of us have to be the evil, little demon?" "I guess—" again, the young woman's shoulders rise in a shrug, "Neither of us has to be. But those were your words," she points with her index at his chest, the pad of her finger digging into the linen a bit, "not mine." "Exactly," Harry lifts the palm that isn't gripping and manhandling over her thigh to motion and cocks his head, eyes rolling in with exaggerated mirth, "Neither of us has to be. So you agree?" "Agree...?" He ducks his chin, a crease between his eyebrows behind the rubbery hood, "That we're just two sides of the same coin?"

CHAPTER 9 > 19.7K

It's not a premeditated notion; what happens next. It's actually got a sort of a ...chaotic energy to it, considering they haven't discussed that. And it feels out of the blue, even for her, because she hasn't called anyone that, since Dan Sever— who had a kind of preference. It's sort of expected, when he says things like want my mouth between those pretty thighs and fill you up, get you all messy again after. It's a no brainer. It grows and looms over her— the give— consuming, and it creeps up her throat before she has half a mind to bridle it. And when she says it, she sounds absolutely wrecked. "Daddy..." For a moment, Harry is quiet. He's warm and firm against her, and his fingertips twitch over her chest. But he's quiet, is the thing, as if letting the title sink in and process. Because that's— yeah. That one sounds nice. He hasn't heard that one in a while, and never from Isla. But it sounds so pretty falling from her mouth. It wakes something in him, something hungry and desperate and sharp. Daddy.

A/N: Slowly reworking this one but. IT’S officially BACK ON WATTPAD

[morrowind-png]

he/him pronouns for the admin.

blog runs mainly on a queue. for now the queue posts once a day.

Admin is currently taking a health related hiatus.

currently (mainly) posting : Morrowind NPCs. Going down in alphabetical order by in-game ID.

Characters and models all belong to Bethesda.

Request guidelines

I will accept the following:

- Modifications to existing posts. (Ie. "Can you post (name) but directly facing the camera?")

! Note : Mainly meant for art reference/editing purposes. This is a work safe blog, thank you.

- Non-base game characters. Ie. Your player character, ocs, characters from mods or expansions created by Bethesda.

! Note : If your character's head mesh isn't vanilla (or I can't find it. I'm familiar with some head mods like Emma's heads and the assets included in Tamriel Data.) I will ask you to provide a link to the mod your character's head is from. I will recreate your character in the construction set to get a nice, evenly lit screenshot of them. If your character wears modded armor, please provide a link to the mod in your ask.

Request tags :

Alternate versions : #(name) #alt

General requests : #(name) #request

! Note : If you don't provide the name of your character they'll simply be tagged as #request.

I will not accept the following :

- Base-game characters, creatures, items, etc. The reasoning for this is that I will get around to them eventually, and don't want duplicates floating around.

''frequently'' ''asked'' questions :)

Q : Where do you get your images?

A : I use the construction set to take my own screenshots.

Q : Why?

A : I find making this stuff relaxing. I didn't want to pollute my main blog with it, so here we are. Morrowind is one of my all-time favorite games and I wanted to form a sort of catalogue.

Q : When are you posting (NPC/thing/whatever)?

A : When they come up in the list. For requests I'll post them as soon as I finish them.

Q : Why is the icon of your Elder Scrolls blog from Geneforge?

A : Smiling and nodding :)

Q : Do you use (insert technology) to remove the backgrounds?

A : I erase them manually like a caveman.

Q : Can I use the images you post?

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Tagging ''system'' :

NPCs : #transparent #morrowind #(race) #npc #(name)

Ie. #transparent #morrowind #dunmer #npc #mehra milo

[roskapanda]

I love that people are learning about the value of owning things but while buying or ripping something to mp3 is super easy, I do think physical media is the better option. I think this because I have had the double whammy of both my computer harddrive and my backup drive die at the same time. My backup drive was even less than a year old so I didn't initially have that much concern when, after I recovered my computer, I booted the backup to restore my backed up files and music and only thing it said was "khk khk whhhrrrrr khk khk". I thought popping that thing in the freezer would work. It usually does when the disk is just struggling to start spinning. But nope.

What I finally had to do was to take apart the casing and get the drive itself and put it in a dock and then Linux managed to see the data and get it bulk downloaded. And I have it. But it's all unnamed, anonymous files that I can only sort by filetype. It's still mostly like that bc it's a lot to sort through manually and it was definitely somehow too much for tag autofetching, that kept stuck on a loop of fetching tags for the exact same 1000 songs, over and over. So like, I have 1000 first songs, alphabetically. The rest is just a random mass of mp3, ogg, and flac files.

It is the world's luckiest thing I had not given in to the pressure to "clean and get rid of" my physical CDs so I was not left with 0 music. It is also probably why I now have such a hard time to let go of Spotify streaming and go back to files on a hard drive. It gives me anxiety to trust all that to something that can break so randomly.

Also, my solution to storage taking a lot of space was to just get rid of the jewel cases. I store the disks in a disk archive box and the sleeves in a folder. The cases I donated to the local library. They go through a lot of those bc customers break the cases all the time.

Also, some people do always bring up the data rot or CD rot and a lifespan of like 10-15 years or whatever. My oldest CDs are from like 1995 and still work. I haven't lost a single one to any kind of rot. My LPs are doing even better.

[findingjoynweirdstuff]

Information about the Crimson/Dreamon Hunters for those who need some catching up

- Back in Season One, after attempting and failing to troll Skeppy by killing him using only golden tools (he logged off too soon), Fundy and Tubbo started a demon-hunting business to chase down a particular type of demon called a “Dreamon.” They suspected that Dream was possessed.

- It was on that occasion that they encountered DreamXD after messing up an exorcism on Dream. DreamXD, the Dreamon, punched Tubbo and gave both of them a spook while flying around before mysteriously disappearing again.

Tubbo suspected that they had separated Dream from the Dreamon, splitting him into two different entities: Dream and DreamXD. 

- There was one very important conclusion that they came to at the end of this stream:

Everybody has a Dreamon. 

This is now important again.

- Later, Fundy and Tubbo decided to create a base of operations for their new business. Fundy explained Dreamons to Badboyhalo and asked Badboyhalo to excavate a chamber to serve as their headquarters, which he started on.

- Tubbo had his doubts about Badboyhalo joining them and so they left Bad out of it to continue digging out the chamber.

(The chamber ended up being much larger than Fundy expected, and he felt a bit bad making Bad mine out this whole thing only for him not to be a part of it)

- Sapnap joined the Dreamon Hunters and obtained a Dreamon Hunter outfit

- Certain supernatural happenings on the server can be connected to Dreamons and Dreamon Hunting. Fundy’s astral projection powers are one of these “Dreamon Hunter perks,” as he says, for example.

- Certain people have assisted in the excavating of this chamber, disturbing the Crimson. 

Bad and the others theorize that this may be why some people are immune:

These are the people who are the strongest affected by the Crimson. Those who did not assist in the excavation, who have done nothing to disturb the Crimson, tend not to be as strongly affected.

- Bad found the Crimson one day after Pandora’s Vault was commissioned, in the chamber that he’d been excavating for the Dreamon Hunter base

After, not before. 

- He showed Sam and Dream. Dream was freaked out by it, thinking it creepy, and Sam was the same way. Sam is one of the people who has remained resistant to it. 

Both Dream and Sam have suggested they break the Egg or destroy its Vines, but Bad disliked this idea.

After Sapnap later damaged the Egg, the Crimson became angered and got more aggressive, suggesting that attempting to destroy the Egg is a bad idea.

- During this same stream, they stopped by the Dreamon Hunters campsite, wondering what it was. Dream went down into the Containment Pit for Containing Shit and seemed to be momentarily frightened by the iron door meant to trap him.

- By suggestion of one of his viewers, Badboyhalo decided he liked the name “Blood Vines” for the strange red tendrils growing everywhere. The name has stuck since.

- The Egg can speak through people like Antfrost using the Standard Galactic alphabet (Enchantment Table language). It called itself the Crimson. 

- The Egg stained Skeppy completely red, after which he was numb and claimed that he no longer had any desires at all, instead trapped in a state of pleasantness with no other emotion.

- The Vines were repelled by Schlatt’s Gravesite, turning to cobblestone.

- Other people like Puffy, Eret and Punz have also been exposed to the Egg with varying levels of resistance to it. Punz is another one who has remained largely immune. His support of the Eggpire is entirely for self-gain, not because of possession.

- The Egg’s power can be contained using obsidian, but with time, the Egg can corrupt obsidian casing into crying obsidian and absorb it, growing larger. Its mind control effects remain neutralized, however.

- If The Egg’s power is contained in the chamber for too long and not allowed to spread, that power will become concentrated in one area, multiplying its effect and allowing it to have an effect even on people who were previously immune.

- The Egg has effects on certain types of blocks based on the color that they are:

The Egg sucks the red out of red things and turns them white.

e.g. Badboyhalo’s clothes

The Egg turns blue things red.

e.g. Antfrost’s eyes

If Blood Vines have water from Church Prime poured onto them, they turn lime green.

- Seeds from the Crimson can be collected and spread around manually, but they don’t seem to grow as quickly far away from the source.

- The Crimson Vine remnants can be destroyed with blue soul fire.

- The power of Church Prime can be harnessed to give resistance to the Egg’s affects through holy water and Prime Suits

- DreamXD, the Dreamon, is also apparently some sort of “protector” who keeps people from traveling to the End at all costs. DreamXD is not very supportive of tables.

- Foolish is very resistant to the Egg, considering himself more favorable to the color green. He likes the purified green Vines better, because his eyes are a bright lime green and fit that color scheme better.

- Badboyhalo in his possessed state strongly dislikes the purified Vines and says they give him a weird feeling.

- After seeing the Crimson for himself, Fundy remembered commissioning the excavated chamber and suspects that the Crimson may have something to do with a Dreamon’s influence.

- Tommy is another person who appears to be resistant to the Egg’s mind-control effects. Notably, he has never been involved with the Dreamon plots nor excavating the chamber. 

Bad has specified OOC that while Red Skeppy is a sideplot, the Crimson is consequential to the main lore.

[talesofnecromancy]

I don’t have conversations for you but I do have a necromantic short story that is (partly) very true....

I first came across the word in an old Dungeons & Dragons manual belonging to my brother.  

Necromancy - such a strange, undulating, alien word.

I was fifteen and had been taught some Latin at school - I was terrible at it, but not so terrible I couldn't work out the word meant magic that dealt with the dead.  I'd studied Classics and the Odyssey too, but my teacher never mentioned all that business with the sword and the trench of blood and hungry souls was necromancy that Odysseus was up to. Perhaps the Greeks viewed such things differently?

Nowadays, after all the zombie films and the fantasy games, necromancers are viewed as evil beings who steal life and raise armies of the putrefied dead to wreak havoc upon the living.  But none of that's true.  Necromancy (necro/mancy) is foretelling via the dead, just as oneiromancy is foretelling via dreams or cartomancy is prediction via cards.  It's nothing more than asking a ghost for advice.  

WWJD? is essentially necromancy (although that's not a very popular opinion to bandy about in the Christian community.)

Christians view treating with the dead as suspect at best, sinful as a base line and Satanic at worst… But perhaps it wasn't sin they were trying to save us from when Deuteronomy (18:11) ranted about the evils of the practice.  Perhaps it was only heartache they were trying to shield us from.  

Amidst the horrified bellows from hysterics who claim using a Spirit Board will summon the Devil, or the madder practitioners of magic who say you need sage and bones and rue, tobacco and grave dirt, or the players of online games who think all Necromancers are lingerie-clad ladies in hooded cloaks with glowing eyes and flashy jewellery…  Even with all that weight of noise and opinion, what no one tells you, is that it's easy.  As easy as falling off a log (easier in fact, since fewer people nowadays have half a tree to hand.)

You need a piece of paper with the alphabet written out on it, and a plain silver ring.  A coin will do, or a shot glass or any other number of small trinkets - but a silver ring is best.  Lastly you need the sort of determination that burns hot and cold and sharp.  You place the ring on the paper, you place your two first fingers of each hand lightly on the ring.  You call aloud the name of the ghost you wish to speak with: keep calling within your mind, fiercely and strongly, whilst at the same time projecting thorns of torment towards any other spirit who might dare to approach uninvited.  Concentrate - concentrate - call, defend, and project…

It will take a little time; indeed if you don't start to feel your brain has melted to bloody porridge and is sure to run from your nose at any moment then you probably aren't doing it right.  

But when they answer: when the ring begins to move, first hesitantly and then with greater surety, every pain is worth it.  The more you talk to your ghost, the easier it becomes for both of you until it is no more arduous than picking up a telephone and dialing a familiar number.

Another thing no one tells you is that it's heady and it’s beautiful.  It’s shooting stars, falling in love, winning millions, caressing flowers, doing drugs, having a child, working your perfect job…

And, like all those beautiful things, it will kill you in the end.  

I don't mean that to be a dire warning, it's just a fact.  After all, even air is carcinogenic: our bodies are all matches and we're on a slow burn.  Everything kills you, given enough time.  

Everything in this world comes with a price - even love - especially love - and as it goes falling in love with a ghost is one of the pricier things one could chose to do.  

But that's not right, is it?  No one chooses whom they love - it just happens.  

It's bittersweet and unexpected, it's painful and wondrous and… I wonder if that was why it was sanctioned against, in the Bible and by the Church?  Perhaps they were trying to warn us.  

You see, all Necromancers fall in love with ghosts in the end.  

We can't help it - how could we?

They begin as names, these spirits we summon and demand information of.  They are lonely and often bored, they hang about us like stray cats, twining round our ankles and begging for any small scraps of attention.  But the more we speak to them, the more they fill out.  They greet us when we call like a pet to its master; they are companionable and diverting and when we tire, just like a pet they may be sent away at a moment's notice…  But time turns and things change.  The ghosts have ceased to be empty names and they have become far more than pets: they are real people.  People who lived and loved, who experienced laughter and pain as we do.  People with knowledge and experience and lives now left behind.  And you will love them because they are wise and funny and tragic, because they are alone and their time is past and there is nothing you can do to ease their regrets save commiserate with an aching heart.

I suppose I ought to tell you about my ghost; he is a gentleman who values his privacy, so I shall try to be circumspect for his sake.  He is not so very old as these things go.  He was born in Georgia in the Confederate Southern States of America in August of 1851 in the midst of a summer storm; the thunder and the lightning of that nativity following him all his life.  He trained in a respectable profession and had strong hopes for a career, property, a wife and family.  Instead he got pulmonary tuberculosis, and his life spiraled in quite a different direction.  

He travelled out West, and, as happened to a lot of young men, he found a measure of silver and fast-living - not to mention bullets, drama and notoriety.  There are a lot of stories told about him - most of them are false.  (He finds the one about the stagecoach hold-up particularly hurtful.)  He's proud and bone-headed with a startlingly wry sense of humour.  He's thin and drawn; his hair is light, his fingers agile and his eyes the colour of iolite and sapphires.  He calls me darlin' when he's in a good mood and girl when he's surly; his voice sounding like bourbon and cigarettes, like poker chips and heavy dog-roses.  He dresses fastidiously; he has always taken care with his appearance.  He coughs and when it's very bad it sounds like someone trying to retch up gravel; neither of us know how his affliction has managed to stalk him beyond the grave.

My ghost died in 1887, cold and alone in a hotel room in Colorado.

Love is stronger than death, I know that for a fact.  But there's still a price.

I have always looked younger than I am and have always been spry and slim without the benefit of exercise… Until now.  My ghost died when he was thirty-six, and now for me that birthday has gone - and all those frozen years have begun to thaw through me.  Six months ago I could pass for twenty-five, now I look just the right side of dead.  My skin has paled to a white-ish grey the colour of mushrooms, my face clings gauntly to the bones of my cheeks and jaw. My hair is brittle and my eyes red-rimmed and deep-shadowed.  My strength has gone and my breath no longer sits easy in my chest.  

He warned me, my ghost, when he knew; his exasperation and fondness for me had twisted together into something deeper and more profound by far. He told me never to see him again, to let him fade into Oblivion as I should.  I refused of course - I can be quite as bone-headed as he when the mood takes me.  He tried to leave, sacrificing himself because I could not, but I summoned him back and shackled him there with will and words.  He cursed me roundly (he swears beautifully, putting as much art into profanity as others will into poetry) but when he'd caught his breath he sighed and said maybe it wouldn't have made any difference.  The devil in his lungs had long and bloody fingers, he’d said, it was always looking to latch its claws into someone else.  I unfettered him once I had his oath he wouldn't leave me: his honour binds him tighter than a gold wedding-band ever could. He called me girl and goddamn impossible and later sorceress and my darlin’ as he kissed me.

So here we are, my ghost and I.  I have outlived him by six months, two weeks and five days.  I look in the mirror and I wonder how many more days I shall last.  How many more days I must wait to be in his arms.

In the silvered glass, my eyes sheen like sapphires and iolite.

[hecohansen31]

Relationship Headcanon Alphabet:

Werewolf! Ivar+Human! Reader+Upir! Roman Godfrey:

(A/N): So... since nobody wanted to send me letters for the relationship headcanon thing... I low key took it upon myself to create something, and as always I hope you like’ll like it!

Also sorry for the annoying spam about this pairing but since I will be out for a week, and won’t be able to write I wanted to be able to write something more for them so that you’ll have a bit of reading material in the following days, without me...

Also if you want to send an ask, about the “Relationship Headcanon Alphabet” please do... I will try to write it either on my phone or as soon as I come home (it doesn’t have to be about this pairing, but also about Michael Langdon, Duncan Shepherd and Jim Mason, bonus if you send asks about my verse, such as... pro biker! Jim, vampire! Michael, Michael+Reader+Succubus).

Thank you for the attention and now here comes a bit of nonsense...

WARNINGS: Mention of Sex (there is a literal letter for kinks, so... be aware children!).

 ·         A for Arguments - How often do you two argue? Who apologises first? How do they make up? etc 

 I honestly feel like most of the arguments would be at the start of their relationship, between the boys and then you would be dragged into them, mostly because they are always about whether you have paid enough attention equally to both (which is impossible in most of the cases).

 Some of them can be pretty explosive, seeing the two assholes you have to deal with but I feel like it would be this way only at first, mostly because they would need to work out their issues, alongside marking their territory (you), since they are two extremely possessive creatures, but in the end they would try their best in order to make you happy, knowing that your politic is: both or nothing.

 The only fight you started was when you discovered three months into the relationship that they were supernatural being and hadn’t told you nothing about it, mostly due to the fact that they didn’t want to scare you; you actually ended up being scared a bit, but you were more enraged because you couldn’t help but feel like the problem of this was that they hadn’t trusted you enough with their secrets.

 It was solved with those two being for a few days away from you, with you not answering their phone calls (whereas they explode in each other’s and in your face, you are more the meditative type) (you have to be, with those two children) and you reasoned that if they hadn’t hurt you till that moment, there was nothing to fear, and you just wanted their side of the story.

 But honestly… most of the time the thing would end up in passionate sex… not that you minded.

·         B for Bedtime Routine - Do they prefer to be the big spoon or little spoon? Favourite sleeping position? etc 

I feel like the problem with sleeping position is mostly Ivar’s legs: sometimes they hurt very much and are extremely sensitive, so you can’t all sleep together (at first Roman was extremely happy because more alone time with you, but he low key misses the furnace of warmth the blue-eyed werewolf is).

 And even when you sleep together, you have to be careful with him (although he hates making you both worry) so he is the first one who usually settle down onto the bed so he can choose the position and space (Roman thinks he is just overexaggerating sometimes the pain so he can he be the king of the bed) and then Roman settle in a way that can fit his tall frame and finally you end up between the two, sometimes with their arms threaded somehow around your body but also just simply sharing the same pillow as them, or just facing one of the two.

 Also I personally thing that Ivar wouldn’t mind being the small spoon, if you are without Roman in bed for one night, mostly because it is a comfortable position and he low key has a thing for the simplest of affection (we stan a touch-starved boy), although he would never admit it and straight up threatened Roman when he caught him into that position.

 (You honestly love that position because you can tease the hell out of him).

Roman, when instead, you sleep alone with him, prefer to have you with his head on his chest, because he also loves the skin on skin contact, alongside the fact that if you are smaller than him, it ignites his size kink, but also he can make you listen to his heartbeat, which he knows you found comforting, alongside protecting you and shielding you.

 (The real reason why you are always in the middle, is usually so that they can face the door, in case something happens during the night; so it’s safer than you, they might fight on so many things but when it comes to your safety they are strangely calm about it).

·         C for Cook - Do they cook? Can they cook? What type of food do they like to cook for their partner? 

Ivar can, since not only he kind of have to run an hotel, but also he was a momma’s boy, alongside spending a lot of time with her, he learned a thing or two: he certainly is no French chief, but he could survive without take-away easily, alongside the fact that whenever he wants to he can cook you quite a dinner (this is mostly reserved for your special nights… he expresses a lot of his emotions with more actions than with words, and also… he wants you well-fed…).

 Roman can’t in the slightest, since not only he is a spoiled brat, but he tends to forget things (you are still surprised that the “Shiny Moon” hasn’t burned down…) so usually for him it’s take-away or expensive restaurants; honestly as a upir he has strange tates and is appetite for food doesn’t match the one for blood… so he could honestly also not eat for days, but when he has a partner (I honestly think that if you had even the slightest eating disorder, they would be stuffing you with food) (again… your safety comes first) he makes sure that they share their meals together.

 Whether it’s Chinese take-aways or expensive meals from an Italian restaurant, he honestly feels hungrier if his partner is eating with him (even more if you are wearing only lingerie or the expensive dress, he bought you days ago).

 I honestly feel like they would both replenish their partners with either sweets or expensive food, mostly trying to take care and understand their partner’s favorites meals.

·         D for DIY - Do they like to make gifts for their partner? Are they good at general DIY around the house? Do they enjoy doing it? 

Ivar does it, I low key headcanon that he has a pendant for it, mostly because in the show he is clearly very creative and able beyond measure in things such as projecting and creating hand-made objects, so I feel like he would take great pride into DIY your own gifts, both because it is a bit of a possessive way of letting others know that you are his, but also it is a way of mixing his creativeness with your personality.

 Again Roman is not the best with practical tasks, and is honestly very envious of Ivar’s DIY and ideas for your gifts, because (as I will say later) he prefer to get you things in shop (expensive things most of the time) and although he knows that you appreciate them, he still feel like they are greatly anonymous if confronted with Ivar’s.

 And this often puts him a bit off, although he is constantly showering you with gifts; but then you once caught him trying to do origamis, and asked him to teach you, ending up actually developing a common ground that permits him to teach you something manual and for you to pass time with him.

·         E for Effort - How much effort do they put into their relationship?

A LOT!

 Both of them are very VERY into this relationship, mostly because they haven’t still killed each other, demonstrating that they actually want this to work it out, although sometimes they headbutt on the silliest of themes.

 At first, you honestly took it VERY VERY easy, such as you are more fuckbuddies than actually in a relationship but a few months and a few discoveries changed it all, and now you are literally stuck into this (happily stuck into this, although you have to literally sedate riots during dinner and alleviate threats over breakfast).

·         F for First Date - Where do you go on your first date? How does it go etc?

I honestly don’t want to go into too much details, because I want to write a cute fanfic about this, but it was on Saint Valentine’s Day (corny, much…) and you had had the worst week ever, hence forgetting it all about the boys (you were still in the “fuckbuddies” mentality, whereas for the boys it was already more…) (Ivar basically saw you and was ready to get on his knees and propose). You didn’t do it with the intention to hurt them, but you were hurting too much and the thought of sorting what your mess of a relationship with them was… was too hard.

 You literally woke up the following day to somebody basically headbanging against your door and it was your idiots, who were scared shitless something had happened.

 (Also, it was Saint Valentine’s Day, so they had to be two romantic idiots).

 It was the first time you actually settled your relationship status, and when you felt a little bit better went out the night, at an expensive restaurant (also you got dicked down, but that is another story…).

·         G for Gifts - What kind of gifts do they gift their partner? What kind of gifts do they receive? Etc

As previously stated, Ivar is the more thoughtful over his gifts.

 Not that Roman isn’t, but whereas Roman is the type to be like “you want it, I got it”, Ivar is more the type to watch your interests and ideas carefully, observing yourself and priding himself in being a perfect detective of people’s personality, getting you very unique pieces, mostly handcrafted by him (usually it’s little wooden statuettes, for example one carved as a wolf after you discovered about them, which you treasure, but he is also great at creating bracelets and jewelry in general).

 (Also his intuition isn’t always right and sometimes you got thing that maybe didn’t match your style and you weren’t able to wear, still you treasure them, because you know that they were made with love and with you in your mind).

 (Also, Ivar has a straight up tacky taste in underwear and such, so he avoids those things, mostly because once he got you ass-less panties and your reaction wasn’t definitely pleased).

 (Roman has still a recording of the entire thing).

 Roman is more materialistic: as I said, “you want it, I got it”, which means everything from your favorite foreign sweets, to elegant designer dresses that you can use also just to stand in your room, eating take-away with him.

 He likes spoiling you, so his gifts doesn’t have a proper date, they just rain on you because maybe he saw that you were overworking yourself and needed a reward or he saw it and thought of you (his taste in lingerie is pretty different from Ivar’s, thank God); also he literally will do anything to get you what you want (I mean his mother got an amusement park shut for him and Letha… think about what the upir could do…) and he isn’t afraid of breaking a few rules to get you to smile brightly for him.

 They aren’t used to receiving gifts, so they literally cherish THE HELL out of anything you get them, and you try to match their presents, although you clearly don’t have their resources and sometimes you ask the other’s help for the gift and; they are always doing it begrudgingly, but you saw them exchanging gifts on Christmas and couldn’t help but spy their little smiles, showing they had reached a somehow mutual respect.

·         H for Honeymoon - Where do they go on Honeymoon? Details on the honeymoon etc.

Another thing that would probably set arguments between the two because they have different ideas about it is “honeymoon” (or more generically your vacations).

 Ivar wants to go to colder places, mostly place where his heritage and culture is shared, which usually means that it is a very unusual vacation in silent places broken off from the world and probably projecting long walks and camping (which you don’t think would be comfortable for the werewolf, but you wouldn’t want to disrupt his lovely shining eyes).

  Roman is the opposite: he went on vacation to Maui in the series, so I feel like his ideal vacation would be beach, warm weather, relax and in a perfect and expensive resort, with people bringing him anything he needed with just a snap of his fingers.

 He wants to relax and not walk around place where your bones freeze off and risk hypothermia.

 (He is also worried for Ivar’s legs, but won’t admit it).

 So they end up fighting fiercely, till you get your own voice and remember that they hadn’t even asked your opinion, which get them to feel guilty and let you decide, trusting your judgement (and trying to corrupt you with sexual favors, not gonna lie) so you try to mitigate the two boys’ ideas.  

·         I for Intimacy - What do like they like? Where do they like to be intimate? Are they experienced etc? 

Roman is definitely experienced we all know and has no trouble with sexuality, being extremely sensual and not minding it in the slightest; he could take you everywhere (the fact that they are both a bit of exhibitionist doesn’t help): his bed, the kitchen counter, in the bathroom, in the back of his bar…

 He doesn’t have in the slightest a problem with it, and when you two are down to do the dirty he has two moods, which mostly depends on how well fed he is and how his day went, which are teasing and controlling or animalistic and tough.

 He never leaves control to you (unless you either take it or beg really prettily for it) and sometimes he can also dom Ivar, who instead is more insecure and shy about his sexuality.

 Before you he actually didn’t know his… you-know-what could work, and during your first times he was only around for the foreplay, preferring to sit back and wait for Roman to finish you off, which got you a bit displeased since you wanted to feel them both (also at the same time).

 But Ivar strangely ran off and wouldn’t answer your questions in the slightest preferring to do anything else and distracting you with kisses and other types of touches, in which he is extremely good, let me tell you…

 You soon discovered of his little insecurity and got Roman to leave you alone for a night, to actually experience the entire thing alone so he could feel more comfortable without Roman’s shadow looming over him; at first he was uncomfortable and protested, but with a few kisses you managed to get him to relax under your touches and discovered that his “little problem” wasn’t a problem in the slightest…

From there… it was game over for you.

 I actually think that he is more genuine than Roman as in, Roman can be teasing and wears a façade during sex (mostly during your first months of fooling around) whereas Ivar has a way of expressing his love through sex so it is extremely emotional and most importantly very possessive (sex doesn’t finish for you till you are all marked).

 He is a bit of a fighter for control with Roman but due to his insecurity for his inexperience he follows the man’s orders, if he feels like it…

 They can go from nights where you would be fucked against the first free surface for the entire night (mostly after Ivar turns and Roman gets thirsty) to nights where they take their time, worshipping you till you breach the edge for multiple times.

·         J for Jealously - How jealous are they? How often do they get jealous? How they react? Etc

The funny thing between this territorial males is that they are always at each other’s throats but when someone flirts with you also jokingly (yeah I am talking about you Hvitserk) they are plotting between themselves how to kill the bastard and ditch the body in the nearest lake.

 Ivar is the more jealous one, mostly because he got stabbed in the back, alongside his constant insecurities so he constantly feels the need to be reassured (Aslaugh babying him again didn’t help in that department) and to mark you up; he is very animalistic, which comes from the fact that his jealousy tends to show up mostly when he is surrounded by his fellow werewolves: he sees the way they look at you, the prettiest thing in the universe, and basically growls at them back.

 Roman is more classy: he is the type that if he sees a man flirting with you (a man who isn’t Ivar, he is low key chill with Ivar’s flirting… because he knows that although it makes you laugh it is terrible) he will come onto you, kissing you affectionately, your hand will be immediately entwinned with his and sometimes if you drag him away from the crowd to make him cool off, he will lovingly slap you ass.

 (Ivar has taken the bad habit of doing the same, just less… discreetly).

 They are very jealous but trust you extremely.

 They just don’t trust men around you.

 (And on your part… sometimes it is nice to see them getting jealous just to see them team up).

·         K for Kink - Do they have any particular kinks?

I am pretty sure that as soon as your relationship will be a stable one, “blood play” would be brought into the mix, but only after a very long discourse with you about its risks and how to prevent them, they want you to be the safest possible, and if you feel even slightly uncomfortable about it they will stop.

 (Also, it isn’t only about your blood, but also theirs).

 Roman also avoids feeding himself from you, mostly because you are “divinely delicious” and he doesn’t want to become too greedy and hurt you and is secretly thankful that Ivar is with him when they attempt this.

 Ivar on his part likes making a mess and cleaning it with his tongue.

 Also I honestly feel like since they are both predators they would love nothing more than to stalk you around the house in an attempt of “adult hide-and-seek”, in which… if they get you, you have to get dicked down right then and then; it’s the thrill of the hunt and you, yourself have a tendency to love their shiny eyes, excited by the run.

 They would also share an exhibitionist kinks, although Ivar might take a bit… but as soon as he gets into it, it is his way to get back to those who didn’t believe he was “man enough” (one time, the first time you stayed with him after the full moon, he took you so harshly and greedily that he made you scream of pleasure high enough that no brothers of his or clients at the hotel could look you into the eyes, the following morning, and he just sat onto his chair at breakfast, smirking proudly).

 (You decked him with a spoon).

 Roman is also a huge lover of teasing you and edging you, alongside bondage (Ivar is still learning, and he honestly prefer feeling you moving against him, it makes him feel again a ferocious predator stopping and catching his prey).

 Ivar likes instead overstimulating you, he has a fascination with the way you are when you finally cum and he likes to replay it till you literally pass out.

(Guys if you have more kinks, please let me know!).

·         L for Long Distance - How do they cope with Long Distance? How they prefer to keep in contact? Etc

At the start, and for at least a good year, they are in a long distance relationship, since they have their own bar and hotel, whereas you have your job in your city, and although it is shitty you don’t feel like changing it and they respect it (although you knew that you could just move in with them and wouldn’t have to lift a finger).

 It is a bit tough the more into the relationship that you become, mostly if you can’t visit them for a weekend and they can’t manage to visit you (alongside the fact that your house is very small and that they had to sleep on the sofa and floor when they come over) (You still got dicked down on your small bed, and are still not sure how you managed to avoid to break it).

 It is tough, but they can’t stop thinking for a single minute that it isn’t worth it and you think the same.

·         M for Marriage - Do they want to get married? Their wedding etc. 

I don’t think that these three would never have a traditional marriage, although Ivar is actually a very traditional guy and would insist on seeing you in white and give you the fairytale like wedding you deserve, whereas Roman doesn’t care about these things in the slightest (look at his parents) and he honestly doesn’t want to add you to the Godfrey line knowing it would make you an easy target.

 They settle on a nice ceremony with the people they love and understand their dynamics on the beach with you in a short white dress, smiling gently with your bouquet of flowers, pronouncing your vows shyly, and professing your love for the two men.

·         N for Night’s Out - Where do they take their partner on nights out? How often do nights out happen?

The fact that Roman literally owns a club, comes handy a lot of times, such as on your nights out, although Ivar is a pretty tame guy; it is usually only you and Roman dancing, Ivar feels uncomfortable but he doesn’t mind coming with you, as long as he gets his booth and beer and maybe later a lap-dance from you (that’s also the reason why you are happy that Roman is the owner of the bed, or else you wouldn’t be able to do half the things you do on that booth).

 Sometimes still Roman enjoys showing his two lovers off, so expensive restaurants are his go-to, mostly if you have been overworking yourself, or need to celebrate something, and although the entire thing is nice… half of the time it ends with you teasing the two boys or Ivar getting annoyed and teasing you.

 Roman literally always mumbles about how he can’t take you two anywhere.

·         O for Often - How often do you see each other? How many times a week? Etc

If possible: each weekend.

 At the start of the relationship, when it was a fuckbuddy situation you usually would be passing the weekend with them and then go back, but as soon as feelings started getting involved the weekend wasn’t enough, mostly if there were some in which you would end up having to work extra or have other activities, hence they sometimes come over to your city (when permitted, and I mean… they are both the bosses of themselves).

 They won’t come over or want you over also if Roman is being extremely thirsty or Ivar has gone through a bad moon, in most of those cases they help out each other… and send you photos about it all…

·         P for Public Displays of Affection - Do they like PDA? Do they have boundaries etc. 

Roman doesn’t have boundaries, in the slightest, but he is a bit of a gentleman so he will put his hand on your thigh and probably move it up from there to tease you, but he only when he knows you won’t get caught or that if you will, you won’t mind it; but outside of it he is more a fan of holding hands and hands on your lower back, mostly if he is guiding you through crowds.

 He likes kissing you and don’t mind doing it in front of everyone, whereas Ivar is more shy on the entire concept, mostly showing his affection towards you with his family, where he feels more comfortable expressing his emotions, which means that he will kiss the hell out of you at family dinners (Sigurd once complained about it and you straight up slipped, nonchalantly an hand down Ivar’s pants in front of him) but he won’t dare more, mostly if his mother or father are there.

 Outside of family, he doesn’t mind hand holding and other softer ways of affection, he will constantly have his hands on you but not in a pressuring way and avoids kisses on the mouth, although if made extremely jealous, other than bringing you to the first bathroom to show you who you belong to, he will bite your neck or kiss on it possessively, never breaking eye-contact with whoever is bothering you.

·         Q for Quiet - Why do they get quiet? How does their partner solve it?

With Ivar, him being quiet is not always a tragic thing, most of the time it just means that he is overthinking things and just thinking and you need to just take him in your arms and ask him what is wrong; if it’s about his legs, he might be secretive about it, but you learned the signs and will already know and will confront him about it gently, trying to reassure him or straight up get him the medicine.

 Sometimes it’s just a relaxing moment between you.

 Whereas with Roman is silence is painful: he knows that yeah you hate being insulted, but the cutting silence he can create is honestly annoying and usually both you and Ivar tremble under the heaviness of it, whether it is your fault or not.

 In these cases, it’s better to wait for Roman to be ready to speak, supporting him in your own way.

·         R for Reunion - How they like to reunite with their partner? 

At first, I am not going to lie and I have to admit that is it sex, mostly because they tried to be normal people and ask around questions, but they just feel uncomfortable about it, since it mostly seems awkward and not genuine, so sex spoke louder for them and after they felt more comfortable talking as if they had to get used to their bodies again, before their brain could.

 Now it is more normal and they usually hug for a few hours and cuddle, mostly if it is been so so long, alongside eating together or doing things together to feel harmony again and touches are always  involved.

 (And obviously… sex).

·         S for Surprise - Do they like surprises? What kind of surprises do they like to get etc? 

Ivar and you probably not, since Roman can be pretty tempestuous and you should be scared of what that man’s mind can conjure, alongside the fact that since you are both two “busy” people (not that Roman isn’t, but he can literally skip entire days of job delaying the control to somebody) you are not into Roman’s surprise.

 (Usually because they are embarrassing expression of his love, at two A.M. out of your window).

 (Ivar got a serenade, yeah).

 But sometimes you try to surprise Roman (who is constantly “YoU wOn’T bE aBlE tO sUrPrIsE mE”) and you actually get him quite good, most of the time, which either involves surprise sex or improvised lunch into his office at the club.

 Roman really appreciates it, although he has to say that “I knew it all about it”.

 (Sure, Jan…).

·         T for Texts - How often do they text? How do they react when they receive texts from their partner? 

Since it is a LDR… texts are extremely necessary (alongside dick pics) (… AKA Roman’s).

 At first, they were sillier and they literally have a group chat, which changes names each day, since Roman and Ivar are two petty assholes (but you solved the thing with the name “the queen and her two subjects”).

 As I was saying… at first IT WAS A LOOOOT SILLIER (and Ivar had to understand actually how to do so many things, which explains the lesser dick pics) from memes to strange gifs, but you were happy they came because they did help you with your day and relaxing.

 As soon as you get together, as in… you move in together, it starts to be a little bit more domestic it is used for things such as… grocery lists, intelligent quirks and finally… still dick pics…

·         U for Unity - How well do they work with their partner? Do they make a good team? 

Strangely they do.

 Which isn’t something you were ready to bet on at first, mostly due to the fact that they are constantly at each other’s throat, which isn’t something that normal couple usually have (not that you are normal in the slightest…).

 But strangely each of your personality compliments each other, alongside you acting as the final glue of the relationship: Ivar is serious and insecure, but he can also be a strong rock to lean onto, alongside the fact that him being bluntly honest makes him a good conversationalist and opinion.

 Roman is the humor of the relationship, alongside the tough one and the one that you run to for anything, knowing he will take care of it: he is a nurturer, but he actually ends up having some issues on himself, mostly because he always ends up being a bit of a spoiled brat: but don’t worry, you and Ivar are there to help him through it all.

 Finally, both the boys are a grounding presence for you, alongside helping you in each way and form, they can because they somehow treasure each moment they spend together.

·         V for Vacation - Favourite vacation spot to take their partner? 

I think this was previously answered so I will say something very quick: Ivar is more a fun of colder places and walk in the nature (not gonna lie, but he would totally buy Greenland instead of Trump..), meanwhile Roman is the type of person who would love nothing more than a good trip under a sunny sky in an expensive resort (such as an island in Pacific Ocean).

·         W for When -  At what point do they move into together? What kind of place? Etc

After a year, mostly because there are so many things that need to be taken care for and you honestly thought that it would end up being a disaster, so you ended up quitting your job but kept your apartment but you slowly set in a routine, whereas you were expecting those two to be at each other’s throat…

 … but they seemed fine and during the first period they didn’t have too much time on their hand, actually, mostly they went to sleep tired organizing each of the new things she had brought with her.

 In the end, they were peacefully, mostly; they still had their territorial fights, but they could handle them better, now that they were all together.

 The house is small, meaning smaller than Ivar and Roman wanted, but you insisted in the fact that they didn’t spend too much money, mostly because you didn’t want them to spend too much money on you, and so settled for a nice house (also you wanted to maybe move into another city, as soon as things get better and you get used to each other’s personality); it isn’t small, and it has everything you might need in the last model, but it is comfortable and doesn’t feel empty.

 But most importantly you decorated it all together, so it’s home.

·         X for X-ray - What is their favourite body part on their partner? 

Non-sexual: Ivar loves your lips, he just love the way they pursue into a smile, into a pout, open due to surprise and lay kisses all over him.

Sexual: Your hips (I honestly took this a bit from the historical Vikings and era in which they lived, where things such as ���big hips” meant fertility), he has extreme fun grabbing them and pushing his fingers into them till they leave bruises (also if you are a bit on the chubbier side… he literally loves it and will lose himself into them, getting EXTREMELY distracted) (… also if you are ticklish… you are done, it’s game over, baby).

 Non-sexual: Roman loves your neck, yeah it might be a bi of a vampire fixation, but he actually likes the structure of it: if it is small and thin, he can’t help but feel like it is so so elegant and pretty, meanwhile if it is bigger and more important, he can’t help but feel like he just has royalty in front of him. Also he can leave his pretty mark in full view.

Sexual: I honestly think it would be either your thighs or legs, since he likes the way they grip him, alongside being extremely sexy in each way and shape and form, alongside the fact that he can’t resist you in thigh-highs.

 Also, I feel like they would love equally your breasts and ass (although this one might be favored, a bit).

·         Y for you - A random headcanon about your relationship. 

Although both you and Ivar are well aware that Roman is a upir, you always make some very sassy and stupid humor about him being a vampire and constantly calling him that.

 You even went as far as to suggest that he dressed up as a vampire for Halloween.

 It is safe to say that you and Ivar got more than a few fang bites from him, that night.

·         Z for Zoom - Zoom into the future, what does your future look like? 

I honestly think that future would be extremely relative for them: they try to live by the present, mostly because they are supernatural creatures, meaning they will outlive her, and probably… in better conditions than her (although Roman could shed his immortality and “upir” condition, but you don’t want him to do that).

 Children is a problematic issues, mostly because, you have your own opinion (I personally would want children but feel free to fill here with whatever you want), Roman doesn’t want them (this is in a AU, in which Nadia doesn’t exist, sorry), Ivar does, although he is burned by Freydis experience and is unsure that he would be able to raise a children with also Roman.

 He can share you because you are your own person and he knows that somehow you and him belong with Roman, but to discover that the child was his, he didn’t know if he could be partial to that.

 You would probably take a lot of time before you would even try to make plans for further than the next day.

 If eventually accidents did happen, I honestly feel like both the boys would stop overthinking at least for the entire pregnancy, not wanting nothing to happen to the baby (if you decide to keep it), mostly because the child is half-supernatural so it might hurt her a bit, and be tough, mostly if it is a upir (how well did that turn out for Lena…) and then they would be too affectionate to it to even not consider it their sons.

 You would then transfer to your ideal place: a little house in the suburbs, maybe away in the countryside, but not too far away from the city.

 You would have a heavily life, and they would never be bothered by your aging, it would just made them discover more and more they love, and you gifted them life, a dynasty.

 It is an happy future life.

@walkxthexmoon and @hexqueensupreme

[meat-husband]

Bubba Sawyer - Alphabet Ask Meme

I’m hoping to start doing requests on this blog, so I thought I would start up with the alphabet ask memes as a sort of intro! I figure all the letters get asked eventually, so I’m just doing all of them in one go. There will be one of these posted for each character I’m writing.

I have a page with what and who I write for here.

Both the NSFW and fluff alphabet asks are under the cut!

NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Cuddles are mandatory – Bubba will pout and whine if you try to get out of it (why would you though, hug that boy). He can get clingy though, and won’t want to get up once you’re both settled.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Obviously, Bubba loves his masks (yes they count as a bodypart, let him live!). He puts a lot of effort into them and would love for you to help style them.

When it comes to you, he’s in for the whole package. There’s not one thing he could pick above another (but he’s totally a leg man, fyi).

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Let’s be honest, Bubba’s pull out game weak. He doesn’t care where he cums most of the time, but there’s a lot of it so even if he only meant to get it one place, it ends up everywhere.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He would never admit to it or ask for it, but he’s put a lot of thought into hanging you from the meat hook in the kitchen and just keeping you there to use whenever he wants through the day. Obviously he wouldn’t hurt you, and it makes him feel guilty to even think of hanging you up like meat but he can’t stop thinking about it.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Bubba is a sheltered baby, he’s got no idea what you’re talking about but he’s eager to go along with whatever you want. You’ll have to have a lot of patience if you want to cum with him though, it will take him a few tries to understand what to do.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

He likes when he can grab handfuls of you and just hold on. Lay on your side, one leg under him and one over his hip, and let him go to town. He can be as handsy as he wants this way, plus easy access to kisses, and it will keep him from hitting too deep in his enthusiasm.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Bubba is here to have fun. He’s going to laugh and smile and make silly faces to amuse you, he doesn’t get very serious unless he’s upset.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

You can shower all you want, that house has no AC and he’s doing manual labor all day so he’s pretty much always sweaty. He’ll clean up when he gets too bloody, but otherwise you’ve just gotta put up with it until the next shower.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Bubba is romantic in his own way. He’s already geared towards taking care of everyone else, so making you food, giving gifts and doing special things for you is just part of his personality. He doesn’t have much of an idea what romance is exactly, so if you want anything traditional, like a private dinner or date night, show him how it’s done by surprising him and he’ll pick up on it and return the favor.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Before he had a partner, it’s not something he would do often. Between Drayton’s anger and Nubbin’s teasing, he felt too guilty doing something so selfish. The thought doesn’t cross his mind once he’s got someone of his own though. Why do it alone when it’s so much more fun with you?

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

I think it's pretty common to headcanon Bubba with a breeding kink and I am all about that shit. But have you considered size kink Bubba, because I sure have! He’s a big boy and usually sort of self conscious about it, but seeing the comparison between the two of you makes him excited. It’s so easy to pick you up or to cover your body with his completely. The way you have to climb up him to sit in his lap, or how careful he has to be not to squish you under him. And he loves being the little spoon, with you trying and failing to wrap him up in your arms as well as he does to you.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

If his brothers are gone, anywhere is fair game. Most often it’s outside in the dirt or in the barn where the generator can cover up some of his noise. Otherwise it’s strictly in your room, door locked to keep wandering siblings out.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

You’re not sure there’s anything that doesn’t turn him on, really. Something as small as eye contact or a smile has set him off before, so it’s safe to assume anything you do or say is motivation enough to send him your way with grabby hands and a tent in his pants.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He wouldn’t say no to anything you ask him for, so you’ll have to figure out what he likes best and what he doesn’t want to do again. He’ll make it known right away if he’s uncomfortable with anything, squawking and waving his hands nervously.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Absolutely loves it either way. Surprisingly, he picks up on using his mouth very quickly and it’s probably what he’s best at. Don’t expect him to sit still when you return the favor though, you can try and hold his hips down all you want but he can’t stop himself from thrusting up to meet your mouth.

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Bubba’s got no sense of the word ‘slow’ and even less of ‘gentle’. He’s not being rough or hurting you, but he’s fast and eager and the sooner he gets his cock in you, the happier he is.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He doesn’t think of them too differently, sex is sex. Most of the time he won’t be able to spend as much time with you as he’d like, since there’s so much work to do around the farm, but it’s rather easy to distract him from his chores if you really want to - just make sure to help him catch up with them afterwards.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He’ll gladly try whatever you want to, so long as you show him what to do. He’s too nervous to do anything too risky though, especially if there’s a chance of being caught by his brothers.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Theoretically, he has to stop eventually. You have yet to find that point and you will definitely wear out before he does, but you’ll keep trying.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

That kind of shit would get sniffed out in a second and you’re not sure whether Nubbins or Drayton finding it would be worse.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’s got no threshold for teasing, he gives in right away. Like yeah, he wants you to get all squirmy and beg for him, but he doesn’t have the willpower to not put his cock in you when you ask for it.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Drayton keeps a broom in the hallway to bang on the ceiling - it doesn’t work, but it makes him feel like he’s doing something.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He is an expert at arts and crafts. He will constantly make you things, which is flattering until you realize he’s throwing out tooth and wire friendship bracelets left and right (Nubbins has 14 of them and will only wear them all at once, like a scrawny maraca). He’s already covered the living room in hot glued bones and tacky, handmade throw pillows. His crafting knows no bounds and he cannot be stopped.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

You’ve created a monster. There is no universe in which he is not ready to fuck you at a moments notice. He’s still trying to grasp the idea that maybe you need to rest sometimes.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Almost immediately. You’ve barely got time for some snuggles before he’s out. Good thing is he’s a deep sleeper, so it’s easy to get out of bed without waking him, but he’s extra grumpy if you do. Despite the body heat he puts off, you aren’t getting a sliver of blanket either, he’s already tangled in it and no amount of force can pull it away from him.

Fluff Alphabet

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

He wouldn’t be able to pick one thing. He feels amazingly lucky to have someone at all, let alone someone so perfect in every way.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

It’s not the first thing on his mind, but he’s definitely aware that a baby is coming along sooner or later. He’s more worried than excited at the thought, since he’s the baby of the family and hasn’t experienced anything like it before. He’ll go into overdrive making things for the future baby once it’s a sure thing - pillows, blankets, footie pajamas. They might be a little macabre with all the human teeth and hair used in their production, but it’s the thought that counts.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

Bubba is the champion of Extreme Cuddling™. Doesn’t matter where you are or what you’re doing, he’ll find some way to wrap himself around you. You’ve gotten used to doing the dishes with his arms around your waist and your feet dangling off the ground.

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

The most common are quick picnic dates, sitting in the shade behind the house and watching the sunflowers. Bubba won’t want to go too far from the house, but you might convince him to go down to the creek with you once he realizes you’re not going to be swimming in your clothing.

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…)

Family. He was raised with the thought that there was family and there was food, and only those two groups. They’re the only things that matter and you take care of your family by providing food. Once he decides he wants you around, even if it’s not romantic yet, he automatically puts you in the first group.

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

Bubba falls fast - in the matter of a few weeks or less. His face is always red and he can’t stop knocking things over when you’re around and you caught him staring at you four times just during breakfast. Drayton tries to put a stop to it before anything can happen, but you’ve already figured it out and even if you’re not quite as far along as Bubba, it’s still adorable.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

He’s more clumsy than rough, so he might be a little awkward but still gentle. His fingers will get caught while petting your hair or he’ll throw you over his shoulder instead of picking you up in his arms.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

He would much rather be holding on to another part of your anatomy tbh, but hands will do. Hand holding is fine if there’s no time for cuddling, but he likes being closer so he’ll still probably drape himself over you.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

He didn’t have much of an impression at first, he isn’t trying to make friends with the meat, you know. Once it’s clear you’re not for eating, though, he’s fairly happy about having someone new around, especially when you turn out to be so nice! He quickly develops a crush, and I mean quick - pretty girl said good morning to him? Heart eyes, motherfucker.

J = Jealous

He doesn’t really have anyone to be jealous of since you live with his family, and he likely wouldn’t think of such a thing as cheating on a partner. If a situation did occur where someone else was paying you special attention he’d probably get a little jealous and then you’d have a tantrum on your hands. He’d be extra protective afterwards, realizing that someone could try and steal you away.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

Bubba starts the first kiss, but you’ve got to stop him and show him what to do. It takes a few tries before he realizes that eating and kissing require two different techniques. He’s always going to be a messy kisser but it’s more out of enthusiasm than anything, he’s just so excited every time it happens.

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

Definitely Bubba. Maybe it’s not those exact words, you can’t really tell, but he’s pretty obvious about his affections from the beginning.

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

Bubba does love when you surprise him with gifts, small things taken from victims or found in the crowded attic, or handmade love letters with big lipstick kisses. He keeps them all and likes to look at them sometimes, especially when you’re out in town with his brother, and remember how sweet it was to be given something special.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

If he ever finds out that there is something you want or need, he’s gonna do his best to provide it. It might be a handmade version, possibly containing some human material, but he tried his best so you can’t turn it away. He does like to dress you both up for dinner sometimes, keeping dresses and skirts for you to wear and sharing his make up and jewelry.

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

Purple. It’s his favorite color and he loves to dress you in it. That blouse is the ugliest thing you’ve seen in your life and it does not match those pants in any way, but it makes Bubba happy so you will gladly suffer these crimes against fashion.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

Bubba loves pet names! He definitely has some for you, although you can’t exactly understand them. You tend to call him sweet things like honeybun or sweetie pie and he loves it. You may not be doing it on purpose, but it sort of amuses him that the names are all food based.

Q = Quaint (What is their favorite non-modern thing?)

The most up to date thing they own is probably the old, beaten up truck Drayton drives (which Bubba is strictly forbidden from messing with). The rest of the house is pieced together with messy repairs from years of family life and everything in it is about as new as the house itself. The Sawyers are old fashioned and tend to use and recycle everything the family has ever owned, whether that be clothes or furniture.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

There’s still work to be done no matter the weather, but if he can get away with it then he’s sleeping in for once. He hates getting out of bed in the mornings, having to slide you off his chest and untangle himself from the blankets is hard to do when you’re so warm and comfy.

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

He’s like a worried mother hen anyways, so when anyone is feeling bad he’s extra jittery, flapping his hands and muttering and offering food or small gifts to try and make them feel better. Drayton tends to wave him off with a snarl and you can’t say that you’ve ever seen Nubbins acting like anything other than manically excited. You let him tend to you however he wants, more to soothe him than yourself, but watching him run around trying to cheer you up tends to get you smiling anyways.

When he’s upset himself he’s actually really easy to take care of, as any amount of positivity will draw him out of a bad mood quickly. Cuddling and soft praise or even just taking a short nap together will turn his day around.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

You cannot understand a word of his babbling but he will go on for hours regardless. Sometimes it’s easy enough to understand what he’s trying to get across, but you don’t know how his brothers seem to know exactly what that gurgle means in detail. He’s patient with you though and doesn’t get upset when you’ve got to resort to charades.

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

Snuggling up on the couch and listening to the old radio (if you can keep the other two from messing with it). Really, any kind of snuggles are fine, but the tinny white noise in the background is extra relaxing.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

Bubba is very proud of the work he does for the family. He isn’t a great cook by any means, he can’t exactly bring in the meat himself and he’s not very diligent about cleaning but no one else can do the butchering or the heavy lifting. Anything he can do to contribute, even just helping you with the dishes, makes him happy.

W = Wedding (When, how?)

You’re probably not going to go down to the courthouse, but there will be a wedding of sorts. Drayton isn’t the most traditional person when it comes to things like this, but he’ll be the one pushing for some sort of celebration. After all, you’re part of the family now so they might as well make it as official as they can.

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

He’s not picky with music, he’ll listen to whatever is on the radio. His brothers fight over the station, changing the channel the moment the other one leaves the room, but he always likes whatever it gets left on so he doesn’t touch it.

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

He doesn’t really understand marriage, since it’s not like he’s out of the house much and grandma has been dead for years. He moves pretty quick in how seriously he takes your relationship though, going from ‘puppy love’ to ‘absolutely devoted’ in a short amount of time. Once you get to anything more serious than shy glances he’s pretty much hooked for life tbh.

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

Bubba has never met an animal he didn’t like, so he’d take anything Drayton would let him get away with. The chickens in the yard are his favorites, but he’s strangely okay with killing them when the time comes.

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in a rose garden of geraniums - myg

genre: flower shop!au; soulmate!au

summary:  Yoongi really wishes his soulmate would stop etching dicks all over his hands when he’s supposed to be marketing delicate flowers to potential brides, apologetic husbands, and broke college students who, for some reason, want an arrangement that passive aggressively says fuck you.

parts: one: geraniums, two: asters, three: roses

note: ahh my first full length fic!! enjoy ❤️🌸

geraniums: expected or unexpected meeting; foolishness

Yoongi hated ballpoint pins. Specifically the shitty ones from the shitty Staples store down the street that always sold him shitty paper clips and shitty folders and shitty excuses for pens. It was the cheap ones, the ones he could buy in a bulk pack of thirty-six for eight dollars that would last the store at least a couple of weeks before he was flipping the closed sign on the glass door for fifteen minutes and wandering down to retrieve more shitty pens.

He could probably afford better quality pens, maybe the assortment pack of twenty-four that included blue and red ink for just four dollars more than his current predicament. Those had the fancy hooks he could clip into his belt and whip out to scrawl on the tiny notepad tucked into his back pocket rather than scurrying back to the front desk and snatching a shitty one with a lost cap that was probably all dried out, half scratching the notes from the customer that he’d half to redo later anyway.

Maybe Yoongi resented those shitty pens because he’d mistaken the word anemone for amaryllis and made an entire wedding party boutonnieres of the lush red flowers only to be cursed out by an angry mother-in-law wielding a lavender bouquet and a lavender slash of fabric from the bridesmaid dresses that most certainly did not match his creations they paid for.

“Do you have any idea what the pictures are going to look like?” She’d screeched, wide rimmed glasses held in place by a delicate chain hooked over her ear nearly toppling to the glass covered register.

“No, ma'am,” Yoongi had answered earnestly, “Do you?”

He mostly hated the idea of big business mass producing an item in shitty quality simply because consumers would buy and buy and buy no matter if the pen lasted long enough for them to streak a single letter to the back of their hands. In a world where soulmates were connected by writing into skin, the words and characters and drawings and messages transmitted past pores and across land, boundaries, oceans. Even the unemployed beggar, after a quick stint for shoplifting, taking residence outside the nearest McDonald’s could afford to snatch up one of the very things he’d try to steal to use for an afternoon (and an evening, if he was lucky and shook the plastic body hard enough).

Supply and demand, free market economy, capitalism.

The tiniest part of Yoongi, the one swelling and taking up the most space in the throbbing frontal lobe of his conscious, hated those shitty pens because they were either the only things his soulmate seemed to have access to, or they had fallen directly into the trap he hated.

Okay, or maybe he hated those pens because you kept drawing dicks on his palms. If his soulmate was going to act like a twelve year old middle schooler who just discovered porn, the least they could do is make them good quality. Fill in the lines, add some details, or, most preferred, just stop drawing fucking dicks on his hands.

Yoongi convinced himself that his soulmate was some sort of manic masochist that enjoyed parading around with male genitalia inked into their skin. He was an idiot to assume that you would tell others that was your own doing. It angered him further than a handful of people in the world probably thought he was this raging hormonal asshole that simply wanted to coerce sexual favors in the eventual meeting of his soulmate.

In a way, it was some kind of reverse plagiarism that people thought the intricate casts of flowers vining around the knuckles and up the forearms of his soulmate were their own doing.

He considered himself a gentleman among a world of cheap, eight dollar a package, pen consumers. Yoongi used markers. Stashed in the bottom drawer of the register, protected by a reinforced plastic tub complete with clicking handles and the manual receipt book that he hadn’t touched other than to move it back and forth to access his rich ceruleans and lush greens and love stained reds.

There was something romantic about the tiny smudges of ink left over on the pads of Yoongi’s index finger and thumb that would surely bleed through to his soulmate. They were like tiny petals off the flowers he etched from memory, smudged around the edges and blurred unless you squinted, marking him to you wherever you may be, just as a fluttering droplet of velvet in a soft summer breeze still belonged to the circumference of pollen lain pistil that waved sadly from it’s rooted position in a garden box on an apartment window in the city in mourning of it’s long lost petal.

Shitty pens couldn’t do that.

But Yoongi wasn’t in mourning for you. There was a dull ache in his heart that could only be filled by you, that’s just how it was, but he wasn’t actively seeking you out. He wasn’t hiring a detective from the special task force rooted in center city like his love sick fool university roommate Seokjin had, he wasn’t quitting his job to wander aimlessly around the world with money he did not have with a lesser percentage of finding you than just staying put in his shabby little flower shop he’d purchased with his tax return check, and he certainly wasn’t going to just etch out a map of directions on the meat of his thigh for you to follow.

If the universe’s selection of soulmates was natural then so should the meeting. And in the meantime, Yoongi was going to draw you as many of the pretty flowers as he could in the span of time between a frantic looking husband and a tittering group of women screeching wedding party! through the drag of his painstaking shifts.

No one understood their soulmate markings at a young age. He assumed the blotches of crayon oil and red ink had been his own doing, something he’d accidentally swiped over his coloring page in primary school or blotched onto his thumb by accident in admiring the high marks on his spelling test. You’d had yours explained to you sooner, ten year old you starting out with squiggly Hi’s that faded into the void of existence before Yoongi could probably squint at the twinge in the middle of his forearm. His mother explained it to him because of you, finding the remnants of a cartoon flower on the back of his hand one evening when he was assisting her with the washing up.

She’d shown him the grocery list scrawled to her palm, a mix of drawings that ranged from detailed to child’s play, a way to coax his father into doing the shopping himself if he wanted those pen marks off his skin.

Straight words, greetings, attempts at addresses, even the slightest snippet of an alphabet, faded within minutes. Tattoos were the same on each person, permanent.

Drawings stayed until the original creator washed them off.

You couldn’t quite grasp that at first, trying to communicate with him in the only ways an elementary child knew how. Hi, my name is ___. How are you today? What’s your favorite color?

Yoongi’s first, and only, piece of information he knew about you came when you’d discovered a way to ask him his favorite color without articulating the sentence. You’d drawn a series of circles on his hands, all filled in with various fades of color you’d pressed crayons into. On his wrist, you’d scrawled a green check with a question mark.

What’s your favorite color?

The blue circle just under the ridge of his third knuckle contained your own tiny green checkmark.

Hoseok never knew why Yoongi kicked his shin to retrieve his green, gel pen, one that he had promptly used to scrawl a check next to the prominent red drowned in a faded opacity from the transfer of drawings across the map of your skins.

It was like you’d become bored with the prospect of having a soulmate after than day in year four. Nothing prominent came from you for years after that, nothing but smudges of ink and pencil lead on the underside of his left hand telling him that you were, at the very least, still alive.

So he knew one more piece of information about you. You were left handed.

Yoongi never tried to push the issue by reaching out to you through his own skin. He washed his hands religiously, not wanting to bother you with the smudges of ink off his books filled with music or the streaks of red pen from incessant lyric writing. He graduated, he went away to college, and he almost thought he began to get over the prospect of finding you as he lay awake staring at the tiny ceiling of his tiny dorm room one evening. With no marks to show on either of you, surely the opportunity of finding you had long since passed.

And then the dicks started appearing, somewhere in the middle of his junior year of music school when he was supposed to be evaluated by his private piano professor. He nearly died of embarrassment on his bench, failing the exam from the angry twitch of his joints as they desperately tried to cup away to hide the marks rather than properly execute the sheet music laid out before him.

But he graduated again and the dicks kept appearing. In the beginning, it was every day, the ink fresh and renewed and rippling across the lines of Yoongi’s expansive palms. The week he was to go to the bank to acquire the deed for the tiny run down shop pressed between a bakery and a clothing store became the first and only time he tried to wash away soulmate marks even if he knew they wouldn’t come off.

His hands were raw by the time he escaped from his bathroom two hours later, angry and red and smelling of the entire bottle of lavender hand soap he’d went through.

The frequency died away in the next couple of months, becoming an every other day thing until eventually it was once a week, the lines fading until Sunday’s when they were renewed again in staggered streaks of what was clearly the work of those shitty pens.

Yoongi tried fingerless gloves after a horrified elderly woman had informed him she would be reporting his perverted antics to her long list of friends on Facebook. He’d lost the business of headstone arrangements for a few months and had to apply for another loan, a meeting he was to attend the same day a tiny penis appeared on the curved edge of his thumb. Full gloves weren’t an option during the busy season of Valentine’s day and full coverage foundation became the remedy until he was shaking the hand of a disgruntled boyfriend who’d bought the first bouquet in the display case near the front door and smeared the grimy makeup all over the horrified O of the man’s face who had immediately assumed the substance was anything but foundation.

It was his second year of owning the shop when Yoongi decided to combat your antics after being dubbed the penis florist on a comedy column of his alumnus university’s monthly journal. He bought the good markers from Staples, a step above Crayola, the ones without the guarantee that they would wash off in the bath, the ink like concrete in that it would certainly be one thing.

Permanent.

He had half the mind to photocopy something gruesome onto his skin, like those flimsy tattoos handed out in elementary school on Halloween, depicted their favorite superhero or Disney cartoon of the decade. Instead his would be a graphic depiction of a broken arm, maybe a cockroach gnawing on someone’s ear in their sleep, a crying dog.

It was the same voice that had pricked tears into the back of his eyes that one evening in his dorm room at the prospect of never meeting you that stopped him midway to the printer in the backroom of the flower shop. There was still a chance, a small chance, but odds to bet on, nonetheless, that he would meet you someday.

And when that day came, he didn’t want you to hate him. He didn’t hold a grudge for the dicks, but he couldn’t even begin to fathom your tolerance for bullshit.

Okay, Yoongi didn’t hold a big grudge.

He drew the first thing that came to his mind, the thing he was surrounded in, the thing that reminded him and propelled his prospective career in music forward. He began to draw flowers, intricate vines up the canvas of his appendages. It started first as a tiny picture on the back of his hand that eventually grew up the expanse of his forearm to die away into the crook of his elbow. He overdid it with the curved edges of tulips, the expanding ends of roses, the sweet circles of daisies. He drew you an entire garden, one that professed and promised his eventual love if you were ever to find him.

He wasn’t a complete cynist.

It became a game, the more prominence of the childish drawing on his palm, the more flowers he added around his arm. It was good business too, advertisement for the shop, a way to distract from the male body parts coating his open palms when he gestured for cash or check or credit cards in exchange for one of his creations that likely mirrored a piece on his arms.

Yoongi began to add what he created, placing in the mistaken boutineers for the wedding just on the underside of his wrist, matching the prom bouquet he’d made for a starry eyed teenager and his tight lipped mother in April just under his elbow, stretching the lines of an anniversary gift he’d made complete with a pastel pink bow to waiver just on the freckled skin of his bicep. They were beautiful, they were art, and they were a connection to you. That was enough for him to continue his drawings.

A bouquet of roses was awaiting pickup, a voice Yoongi had guessed was either an expensive businessman in coattails in need to apologize to his secretary who might also be his mistress, or maybe just a concerned father retrieving a last minute mother’s day gift for his daughter to give to his ex-wife.

Quite frankly, no, there was no inbetween.

Yoongi twirled his red marker in his fingers, eyeing the outline of thick black. He hadn’t drawn the roses as a bouquet but rather a beautiful flowing vine, casting up the edges of his wrists. It wasn’t a day he needed to add to his drawings, in fact, the drawings that were the bane of his existence had faded considerably in the last two weeks. But he wanted to as the creation of flush roses under his nose he’d just received in a shipment were so exquisite that he almost didn’t want to pass them off to a cheating husband or a wistful ex husband.

He hummed, following the tune of the delicate crescendo of a piano filtering from his laptop tucked behind a display of “Freshly Picked!” daisies. Stark red stained against his skin as he lazily began to color, almost as if a sleepy toddler back in the days of primary school. He smacked his lips together, pursed  in the concentration of his furled eyebrows over his newest creation on his arm.

An angry red mark appeared across Yoongi’s skin as he startled, yet he barely had time to curse himself or the entering customer for slamming his door against a stand of metal yard caterpillars waving to the streets outside as said customer was suddenly in front of him.

A wad of crumbled bills was thrown in front of him, one of the largest catching on a stem of the rose bouquet. His pouted mouthed rimmed into a large circle, eyes connected the dots of the scattered currency before lifting to find an extremely beautiful and an extremely angry girl looming over him.

Yoongi watched as she sifted stray strands of sweaty hair behind her ears, allowing him full access to gaze dumbly into the beaded fury rolling off the entirety of her aura.

“Hi,” He stuttered, startled again when clammy palms caused his red mark to slip from his grasp and clatter against the glass. “How can I help-”

“Hello,” She seethed coolly, cutting him off with a bored flick of her wrist. Her elbows knocked into the counter, face in her palms as she leaned forward, a wickedly evil smile stretching joylessly over cracked lips. “How does one, for the sake of the conversation, say fuck you with flowers?”

[wumingfoundation]

On #QAnon: The full text of our Buzzfeed Interview

Ryan Broderick of Buzzfeed just published an article on this #QAnon conspiracy bullshit titled It's Looking Extremely Likely That QAnon Is A Leftist Prank On Trump Supporters. The piece features quotes from an interview we gave via email. Here’s the full email exchange.

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Can you tell me a bit about when and how your book Q was written?

We started writing Q  in the last months of 1995, when we were part of the Luther Blissett Project, a network of  activists, artists and cultural agitators who all shared the name «Luther Blissett». Luther Blissett was and still is a British public figure, a former footballer, a philanthropist. The LBP spread many mythical tales about why we chose to borrow his name, but the truth is that nobody knows.

Initially, Blissett the footballer was bemused, but then he decided to play along with us and even publicly endorsed the project. Last year, during an interview on the Italian TV, he stated that having his name adopted for the LBP was «a honour». The purpose of signing all our statements, political actions and works of art with the same moniker was to build the reputation of one open character, a sort of collective "bandit", like Ned Ludd, or Captain Swing. It was live action role playing. The LBP was huge: hundreds of people in Italy alone, dozens more in other countries. In the UK, one of the theorists and propagandists of the LBP was the novelist Stewart Home.

The LBP lasted from 1994 to 1999. The best English-language account of those five years is in Marco Deseriis' book Improper Names: Collective Pseudonyms from the Luddites to Anonymous. One of our main activities consisted of playing extremely elaborate pranks on the mainstream media. Some of them were big stunts which made us quite famous in Italy. The most complex one was played by dozens of people in the backwoods around Viterbo, a town near Rome. It lasted a year, involving Satanism, black masses, Christian anti-satanist vigilantes and so on. It was all made up: there were neither Satanists nor vigilantes, only fake pictures, strategically spread rumours and crazy communiqués, but the local and national media bought everything with no fact-checking at all, politicians jumped on the bandwagon of mass paranoia, we even managed to get footage of a (rather clumsy) satanic ritual broadcast in the national TV news, then we claimed responsibility for the whole thing and produced a huge mass of evidence. The Luther Blissett Project was also responsible for a huge grassroots counter-inquiry on cases of false child abuse allegations. We deconstructed the paedophilia scare that swiped Europe in the second half of the 1990s, and wrote a book about it. A magistrate whom we targeted in the book filed a lawsuit, as a consequence the book was impounded and disappeared from bookshops, but not from the web.

This is the context in which we wrote Q. We finished it in June 1998. It came out in March 1999 and was our final contribution to the LBP.

I've been reading up about it, and it's largely believed that it's underneath the book's narrative it works as handbook for European leftists? Is that a fair assessment? I've read that many believe the book's plot is an allegory for 70s and 80s European activists?

Although it keeps triggering many possible allegorical interpretations, we meant it as a disguised, oblique autobiography of the LBP. We often described it as Blissett's «playbook», an «operations manual» for cultural disruption.

The four authors I'm speaking to now are Roberto Bui, Giovanni Cattabriga, Federico Guglielmi and Luca Di Meo correct? The four authors of Q?

You are speaking with three of the four authors of Q, and you're speaking with a band of writers called Wu Ming, which means «Anonymous» in Chinese. In December 1999 the Luther Blissett Project committed a symbolic suicide - we called it The Seppuku - and in January 2000 we launched another project, the Wu Ming Foundation, centred around our writing and our blog, Giap. The WMF is now an even bigger network than the LBP was, and includes many collectives, projects and laboratories. Luca aka Wu Ming 3 is not a member of the band anymore, although he still collaborates with us on specific side projects. Each member of the band has a nom de plume composed of the band's name and a numeral, following the alphabetical order of our surnames, thus you're speaking to Roberto Bui aka Wu Ming 1, Giovanni Cattabriga aka Wu Ming 2 and Federico Guglielmi aka Wu Ming 4.

Can you tell me a bit about your background before the Luther Blissett project?

Before the LBP we were part of a national scene that was – and still is – called simply «il movimento», a galaxy of occupied social centres, squats, independent radio stations, small record labels, alternative bookshops, student collectives, radical trade unions, etc. In the Italian radical tradition, at least after the Sixties, there was never any clearcut separation between the counterculture and more political milieux. Most of us came from left-wing family backgrounds, had roots in the working class. Punk rock opened our minds during our teenage years, then in the late 1980s and early 1990s Cyberpunk opened them even more, and inspired new practices.

When did you start noticing similarities between Q and QAnon? I know you've tweeted a bit about this, but I'd love to get as many details as I can. I feel like the details around QAnon are so sketchy that it's important to lock in as much as I can here.

We read a lot about the US alt-right, books such as Elizabeth Sandifer's Neoreaction a Basilisk or Angela Nagle's – flawed but still useful – Kill All Normies, and yet we didn't see the QAnon thing coming. We didn't know it was growing on 4chan and some specific subReddits. About six weeks ago, on June 12th, our old pal Florian Cramer – a fellow veteran of the LBP who now teaches at the Willem de Kooning Academy in Rotterdam – sent us a short email. Here's the text:

«It seems as if somebody took Luther Blissett's playbook and turned it into an Alt-Right conspiracy lore. Maybe Wu Ming should write a new article: "How Luther Blissett brought down Roseanne Barr"!»,

After those sentences there was a link to a piece by Justin Caffier on Vice. We read it, and briefly commented on Twitter, then in the following weeks more and more people got in touch with us, many of them Europeans living in the US. They all wanted to draw our attention on the QAnon phenomenon. To anyone who had read our novel, the similarities were obvious, to the extent that all these people were puzzled seeing that no US pundit or scholar was citing the book.

Have there been key moments for you that made you feel like QAnon is an homage to Q? What has lined up the best?

Coincidences are hard to ignore: dispatches signed Q allegedly coming from some dark meanders of top state power, exactly like in our book. This Q is frequently described as a Blissett-like collective character, «an entity of about ten people that have high security clearance», and at the same time – like we did for the LBP – weird "origin myths" are put into circulation, like the one about John Kennedy Jr. faking his own death in 1999 – the year Q was first published, by the way! – and becoming Q. QAnon's psy-op reminds very much of our old «playbook», and the metaconspiracy seems to draw from the LBP's set of references, as it involves the Church, satanic rituals, paedophilia...

We can't say for sure that it's an homage, but one thing is almost certain: our book has something to do with it. It may have started as some sort of, er, "fan fiction" inspired by our novel, and then quickly became something else.

There will be a lot of skepticism I think that an American political movement like QAnon could have been influenced by an Italian novel, how do you think it may have happened?

It's an Italian novel in the sense that it was originally written in Italian by Italian authors, but in the past (nearly) 20 years it has become a global novel. It was translated into fifteen languages – including Korean, Japanese, Russian, Turkish – and published in about thirty countries. It was successful all across Europe and in the English speaking world with the exception of the US, where it got bad reviews, sold poorly and circulated almost exclusively in activist circles.

Q was published in Italian a few months before the so-called "Battle of Seattle", and published in several other languages in the 2000-2001 period. It became a sort of night-table book for that generation of activists, the one that would be savagely beaten up by an army of cops during the G8 summit in Genoa, July 2001. In 2008 we wrote a short essay, almost a memoir, on our participation to those struggles and Q's influence in those years, titled Spectres of Müntzer at Sunrise. A copy of Q's Spanish edition even ended up in the hands of subcomandante Marcos. It isn't at all unrealistic to imagine that it may have inspired the people who started QAnon.

Have you seen anything in the QAnon posts that leads you to suspect any activist group in particular is behind it?

No, we haven't.

You think QAnon is a prank? Without some kind of reveal it's obviously hard to see it as that. If you think it was revealed that QAnon was actually some kind of anarchist prank, would it even matter? Would its believers abandon it or would they just see it as a smear campaign?

Let us take for granted, for a while, that QAnon started as a prank in order to trigger right-wing weirdos and have a laugh at them. There's no doubt it has long become something very different. At a certain level it still sounds like a prank, but who's pulling it on whom? Was the QAnon narrative hijacked and reappropriated by right-wing "counter-pranksters"? Counter-pranksters who operated with the usual alt-right "post-ironic" cynicism, and made the narrative more and more absurd in order to astonish media pundits while spreading reactionary content in a captivating way?

Again: are the original pranksters still involved? Is there some detectable conflict of narratives within the QAnon universe? Why are some alt-right types taking the distance from the whole thing and showing contempt for what they describe as «a larp for boomers»?

A larp it is, for sure. To be more precise, it's a fascist Alternate Reality Game. Plausibly the most active players – ie the main influencers – don't believe in all the conspiracies and metaconspiracies, but many people are so gullible that they'll gulp down any piece of crap – or lump of menstrual blood, for that matter. Moreover, there's danger of gun violence related to the larp, the precedent of Pizzagate is eloquent enough. What if QAnon inspires a wave of hate crimes?

Therefore, to us the important question is: triggering nazis like that, what is it good for? That camp is divided between those who would believe anything and those who would be "ironic" on anything and exploit anything in order to advance their reactionary, racist agenda. Can you really troll or ridicule people like those?

It's hard to foresee what would happen if QAnon were exposed as an anarchist/leftist prank on the right. If its perpetrators claimed responsibility for it and showed some evidence (for example, unmistakeable references to our book and the LBP), would the explanation itself become yet another part of the narrative, or would it generate a new narrative encompassing and defusing the previous one? In plain words: which narrative would prevail? «QAnon sucking anything into its vortex» or «Luther Blissett's ultimate prank»?

In any case, we'd never have started anything like that ourselves. Way too dangerous.

[traceemerald]

-December 27th, Factory Tyrant's Journal, Entry 17-

Since I'm completely out of charged quartz, I'm starting today with a mining trip.

This mining trip resulted in 1 stack plus 55 iron ore, 45 gold ore, 20 diamonds, 10 emeralds, 5 stacks plus 16 coal, 1 stack plus 18 lead ore, 59 silver ore, 10 nickel ore, 3 uranium ore, 14 cinnabar ore, 7 stacks plus 8 redstone, 2 stacks plus 28 lapis, 2 stacks plus 29 electrotine, 2 stacks plus 21 sulfur, 8 tanzanite, 4 rubies, 4 rare earths, 15 order crystals, 7 earth crystals, 11 nether quartz, 5 certus quartz, and 4 charged quartz, I also found a mineshaft, but didn't explore it.

Having lots of mods makes lots of things generate underground.

Anyway, I'm going to make something that should have been the first thing I used fluix crystals for, that being a charger (AE2).

The charger has one purpose, and that is to convert regular certus quartz into charged certus quartz, I'm not sure why I didn't think to make one before.

After making a charger, I made an ME crafting terminal, which is the last thing I need to make a digital storage setup.

My new storage system looks like this.

The thing on the left is an ME drive, in the middle is an ME controller, on the right is the crafting terminal I just made, and on the far right is an iron chest for storing iron storage boxes.

I don't want to store storage boxes of any kind (or really anything with lots of NBT data) in my digital storage, because according to Iskall85 in his Vault Hunters 1.16 YouTube series if you store too much data in a single tile entity it can corrupt your world, and I'd like to avoid that.

Anyway, here's what the crafting terminal interface looks like.

The interface lists all items in storage, includes a search bar (which I've set to sync with my JEI search bar in the bottom right), and allows for multiple sorting modes (alphabetically, by item quantity, or by mod ID).

I don't think I can fit all my items in here, so I'm going to work on getting 2 4K storage cells, which can each hold 4kb, but can still only hold 63 types of items.

4K storage cells crafted, and now I can put everything in digital storage (except for my 7 full storage boxes of cobblestone that I have outside of digital storage).

Now that my digital storage is set up (and all the iron chests I had have been cleaned up), I can focus on other things without having to manually look through chests for stuff.

The next thing I want to do is start moving my IC2 machines up to power tier 2, but the tier 2 versions of my machines all require steel, which I can't make just yet, so I'm going a blast furnace (Railcraft), which turns iron into steel (it does not smelt ores at double speed like the vanilla 1.14 blast furnace).

I need a decent amount of nether bricks to make a blast furnace, and although I have enough netherrack to make enough nether bricks, it does still take time to smelt.

I actually made 2 blast furnaces, because (just like the coke oven) they're slow.

Unlike coke ovens, blast furnaces actually require fuel, though they can accept any fuel a furnace can (I'll be using charcoal because my arboretum is making more wood than I know what to do with).

Each steel ingot takes 64 seconds to make, and each piece of charcoal lasts 16 seconds, so it takes 4 charcoal to make 1 steel ingot (and 1 ground blast furnace slag, which is used for high speed tracks that I don't plan on using).

Now that I have steel production, the first machine I'd like to upgrade is my electric furnace.

The tier 2 version of the electric furnace is the induction furnace, which can process up to 2 items at once, and will also gradually heat up while running, which increases smelting speed.

The induction furnace will cool down while not in use, and I think if heat reaches 100% it just caps there and doesn't cause the machine to explode or stop working.

The main problem with it is that it's a tier 2 machine, so it's not getting enough power, so it's constantly switching between being shut off because it doesn't have enough power to run and running because it has enough power to do so for a few milliseconds, this basically just means that it's running slower than normal.

This also means that it's constantly playing its shutdown noise, which isn't exactly pleasant to hear on an infinite loop.

To solve this issue, I just made 2 more geothermal generators, I'm sure my pump setup can handle it.

Anyway, I'll wait until next time to upgrade my other machines.

-End Journal Entry 17-

[franklinclarkj]

Janome 4120qdc computerized sewing machine

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The Easy-To-Use Control Panel and LCD Screen allow for more detail in decorative stitches and incredible fine adjustments in all stitches. And with a 7mm stitch width, this sort of bold detail can be easily appreciated. Great projects begin with great tension! The precision tension dial lets you set your tension and your tension stays there. 

With this Janome 4120qdc computerized sewing machine, I have been sewing some basic baby blankets and other simple things in my grandmother's Viking Huskarna for years since the 1st decade. It was a bit frustrating to use. I just got my genome and I’m so fascinated! The box is damaged. All parts were present and could be easily identified using the owner's manual. The DVD has a quick user guide for the machine so anyone can start sewing in just a few minutes. Threading on the machine is easy because each step is numbered on the machine. It contains detailed and simple maintenance instructions - just a few steps. Very easy!

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When my Janome arrived, I already regretted choosing it and was very negative as I unpacked it and set it up. I watched the video, read the manual, and began to sew. I haven't stopped. This wonderful sewing machine has stood the test. I appliqued all day, the next day I spelled out phrases and words with the beautiful alphabet and I also played with the decorative stitches.

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How To Force Kill An App In Mac

To quit (close) a Mac app normally, choose Quit from the app's menu in the menu bar, or press Command (⌘)-Q. If the app doesn't quit, follow these steps to force the app to quit.

Force Kill App On Mac

How To Force Kill An App In Mac Catalina

Occasionally in Mac OS X, it may be necessary to force a program or process to quit. For example, if a particular program fails to respond or unexpectedly hangs. Every application on a Mac comprises of one or more processes. It’s usually possible to use the Force Quit command (⌘⌥ esc) in the Apple Menu, but. Aug 26, 2020 All you have to do is press Command+Option+Escape+Shift to force quite all the apps running on the Mac. You have to hold the keys for few seconds and all the apps that are not responding on your Mac will be closed. Be careful: Please take a note that all the apps which are running might get closed.

Step 3: Select the app which you want to close and click on the force quit option. 5) Using Kill Command. You can also close any app through the command line; it is a complicated method compared to others. To close the app, you should know the process id then only you can close the app. Find the app that you want to force close in the Dock on your Mac. Once you’ve found the app, hold down the Option key on your keyboard, right-click on the app in the Dock, and click on the option that says Force Quit. The Dock will force close the selected app on your Mac. Apr 25, 2020 How to Force Quit Apps on Mac Force Quit Apps From the Activity Monitor. Similar to a task manager on Windows, macOS has Activity Monitor to let you. Close Apps from the Force Quit Window. This is a must-have for every Mac user. From any screen, you can simply use. Force Quit Apps from the. When an application hangs on your Mac, sometimes the quickest fix is to force the application to quit. In most cases, this will free the system and allow you to re-launch the program to get on with your work. There are three main ways to force-quit a program in OS X.

How to force an app to quit

Press these three keys together: Option, Command, and Esc (Escape). Or choose Force Quit from the Apple menu  in the upper-left corner of your screen. (This is similar to pressing Control-Alt-Delete on a PC.)

Then select the app in the Force Quit window and click Force Quit.

You can even force the Finder to quit, if it stops responding: Select Finder in the Force Quit window, then click Relaunch.

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How to force an app to close on your iPhone, iPad, or iPod touch.

Installing a software or app is extremely easy and so does uninstalling the software when you don't need them anymore? Many times, for some unknown reason, a Mac system denies to remove some data. If this is happening with you then the first thing you could try is to restart the computer and then try to remove it again, but still failed! Then what should you do?

On the other hand, there are many stubborn software that won't get uninstalled whatsoever. You will continuously get errors, warning and unknown issues when uninstalling them. These are usually infected with viruses or the developers don't intend to let you uninstall them. This could be really very intimidating especially when they are slowing down your computer. In this article, we will show you few simple tricks to remove unwanted apps or softwares that won't delete on Mac.

Part 1. How to Delete Apps in the Finder on Mac Manually (the Hard Way)

Unlike Windows computers, Mac works a little distinctly. All the programs and apps are stored in the Application directory. The app and software configuration settings are saved in the Library/Preferences folder and any other additional supporting data are saved in the /Library/Application_Support folder. In order to remove the Apps in Mac, you only have to open the application folder and drag the app to the Bin or Trash Can. This is rather easy if the program is uninstalled simply.

However, if the application still denies to uninstall and stays on the Mac then we need to get another solution below.

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Delete the Preferences

If you can't delete the app by using the above method then the reason could be that the preferences folder of that app still exists. Let's go and delete that first.

Step 1. Open Finder then click on the Go option from the dropdown menu.

Step 2. When the menu pops down, simple press the Option key and keep holding it.

Step 3. You will now see the Library option right between the Computer and Home options. Click on it and the folder should open.

NOTE The final necessary thing to do after uninstalling a program is to empty the trash can or Bin. Dragging and dropping a software shortcut icon to the Bin will actually do nothing. It is only erasing the shortcut, this won't uninstall the program. It is still laying somewhere in your computer however, if you empty the trash then the application is truly removed.

However, there's also a chance that the software files must have stored in the computer somehow, which happens quite often. So, if you are not able to remove Apps by yourself then it's better to take help from an automatic Mac program remover like CleanGeeker in Part 2..

Part 2: Completely Remove Unwanted Apps that Won't Delete on Mac (Easy Way)

When any app is fishy enough not to get deleted from a Launchpad or Finder then you will have to use some sort of force to delete that. TunesBro CleanGeeker is one of the most powerful Mac app remover that helps to remove any app or software as well as the trace from the Mac without destroying your system. Unlike other App removers, CleanGeeker can deeply scan and remove multiple apps at once, including corresponding files and preferences. It also has other miscellaneous functions as well like cleaning junk files, clearing app caches and finding + deleting duplicate items from the computer like music, documents, pictures, videos, etc. To summarize, CleanGeeker is used to optimize and organize your Mac so that it remains clean and fast as a thunder.

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Locate all the installed apps on your Mac and shows them in a list.

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Optimize and improve your Mac’s space and performance.

Step 1Download and Install App Remover Tool on Your Mac

Download the App remover and install it normally on your Mac. Launch the program and enter the license code to activate the software. On the main user interface, you will be able to see multiple options on the screen. Just click on 'Uninstaller' from the mid left sidebar.

How To Force Kill An App In Mac Catalina

Step 2Scan All Apps that Installed On Your Mac

Let the program search all the apps installed in your computer. It may take few minutes.

Step 2 Found and Remove Unwanted Applications on Mac

Once the scanning is done, you should be able to look on all the apps that has been installed in the system. Choose the app that you want to remove and select the 'Delete' button once.

There's no software or apps that cannot be removed with CleanGeeker and that's why it's now a must have tool for everyone. Moreover, it helps to speed up your computer unbelievably fast and run it like it used to when you first bought it.

Part 3: Delete Apps Downloaded from Mac App Store

One of the best alternative to delete any app is by simply deleting it from the sales page from the App Store. Once you have done that, you will no longer be able to download it form there anymore. But, the app will remain active in the iTunes account which is associated with that. So, if you wish to download or update it later from the iTunes then you will be able to do that. But the important thing is: Once you delete any app which you have downloaded from Apple App Store, you won’t be able to recover that app or find the SKU to install it again.

So, if you want to delete any app from App Store without actually removing it then follow these steps –

Step 1. Open the Launchpad from the Dock section. At this point you should be familiar with it if not then just find the Rocket icon.

Step 2. After the Launchpad is opened, it will replace the existing Windows with the apps that are provided by default in alphabetic order. You can obviously do many things using this tool but at this moment we are just erasing the unwanted apps.

Step 3. Just like any iPhone or Android phone, click and hold on the app that you want to delete until it starts dancing. Next, click on the 'X' mark with your mouse or touchscreen.

Step 4. Now, confirm that you want to delete by clicking on the 'Delete' button once and the system will get rid of it instantly.

Done! Keep in mind, that you should not worry about accidentally delete the apps that you want to keep in Mac. You’re allowed to obviously re-install any app that you have deleted before without paying any extra. Simply go to the app store and it’s done.

Oct 15, 2018 15:31:43 / Posted by Candie Kates to Mac Solution

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