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Centrifugation: Chapter 5

Chapter warnings: smut!, unprotected p in v, oral (m & f receiving), Joel's whimpers , cuddling, fluff, comfort, mentions of Alzheimer's, reader and her mom do not vibe.

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Tuesday, October 19th | 0732

Quiet humming of a ceiling fan is the first thing you hear when you wake up. It’s calm, serene. Sunlight projects on the top of the walls in the room, mostly filtered by some thick, fancy blinds. Cool air whips around the room, making you pull the sheets up over your shoulders. You stretch a bit, feeling the newfound soreness between your legs as you point your toes downward. You groan a little once your ribs have fully expanded and feel a thick, warm arm pull you into an even warmer body.

“Mornin’, pretty girl,” Joel croons, voice raspy and deeper than normal from his slumber. His beard tickles your neck as he tucks you into him, top arm curling around your chest and bottom arm snaking over your stomach. “I could get used to waking up like this.”

“Morning, Joel,” you reply groggily, rubbing your eyes briefly. He kisses your neck softly and begins a trail of kisses up to your ear, pulling a quiet, breathy moan out of you. The prickles of his beard against your skin are giving you goosebumps, making your nipples form taut peaks underneath his arm. He notices and starts forming a taut peak of his own behind you.

“Mmm,” he moans, breathing in the scent of your hair while kneading your breast with one of his rough, warm palms, “You still smell so good, darlin’. Bet you still taste good, too.” His words shoot straight to your core, and you’re quick to forget about the soreness. He turns you over on your back and slots himself between your legs. You look up at him, and fuck, he looks good. Hair tousled from sleep, eyes tired but brimming with desire, tanned and freckled skin radiating warmth, the dim morning light of the room painting him in soft amber and shadows. He kisses you softly, tongue gently prodding your lips open. You palm his chest and smooth your hands upwards, traversing his pecs, collarbone, shoulders, and neck before lodging your fingers in his wiry curls. You feel his cock growing harder, shrinking the minimal space between the two of you.

His mouth leaves yours only to kiss your cheeks, nose, chin, jaw, whatever is closest at that moment—and it’s soft and sweet, but full of something more than just a night of passion between two almost-strangers—and you’re not hesitant to give him more of you, like you would be if he were just a one-night stand. You’d have slipped out by now and called an Uber, not relished in waking up in his arms.

His mouth continues its journey south, nipping and soothing at your goosebump-ridden neck, breasts, ribs, the soft skin of your abdomen, the curves of your hips, before he slips underneath the sheet covering the rest of you and hikes your legs over his shoulders. You feel wetness slide out of you and puddle on the sheets underneath, the anticipation and recollection of his tongue on your most sensitive spots driving you mad. His teeth graze the seam of your thigh, and his tongue moves closer, closer, closer – stopping just before he gets where you want him. Your back is arched, hands white-knuckling his wrists and forearms – but you can’t move him. He’s got an iron grip on you, arms now wrapped underneath your thighs and hands planted firmly on your lower abdomen. You’re completely at his mercy. His fingers rub small circles on your delicate skin. Frustrated, you pull the sheet off his head and look down to see him grinning at you.

“’S’matter, sweetheart? You’re awful worked up right now,” he teases, still grinning at you but completely hypnotized by you. Your face is twisted in pleasure, pleasure he hasn’t quite given you yet – you’re right where he wants you. He can’t wait to work you into a fit of ecstasy.

You groan, attempting to cant your hips up to his oh-so-close mouth, but he’s rendered you immovable. Reaching for his head, you tug on his curls, satisfied at the moan it creates from him. “Need your mouth on me—please,” you finally whine. He beams up at you—devilish, mischievous, lusting—and kisses your mound softly, still maintaining eye contact with you. Your mouth is agape, breath held tight, head lolled back. Finally, he kisses your clit gently—once, twice, thrice—each one slower than the last. You moan softly, still needing more of him.

“Fuck, Joel—your tongue,” you whine again. He groans into your cunt, the vibrations making your hips grind and toes curl. He acquiesces and licks a slow, flat stripe from your hole to your clit, pulling a long, loud moan from you. He growls at the beautiful sound and continues flat strokes of his tongue, remembering how much you enjoyed them the previous night. His tongue continues razing on your clit, lips, your entrance. You’re not sure how much time passes as he continues to unravel you from the outside in. Each lick and suck get you closer to your orgasm, but Joel knows exactly when and how to pull back just slightly to keep you from reaching the finish line. Your moans are growing needier, breathier—you know that when he does bring you to the top it’ll be earth-shattering—but your body is ignorant of that logic.

Joel, on the other hand, is wrecked more than you are—tasting you and experiencing you in this way is something he’d never imagined would undo him to this degree. He wants you, but wants to make you come even more, so in the meantime, he grinds his hips into the mattress for some slight relief. Hearing your sobs of pleasure and watching you melt in his mouth is something he’ll never forget. But there’s another feeling lingering behind that desire, slowly curling its fingers around it and sinking its teeth in, threatening to rip it apart and consume him. He knows it’s too soon to tell you, but also that he is at the mercy of his feelings—completely unable to stop its blaze.

Joel takes two fingers and curls them into you, and you know this is the home stretch—you won’t last long once he starts pumping them into you. When you think you can’t handle it anymore, the coil finally snaps, white-hot and lightning-fast—you’re borderline screaming, fingers bruising his scalp. He fucks you through it, fingers slowing but not stopping until your muscles relax slightly. He groans as he drinks you in, though still needs more of you. You paw at his shoulders, beckoning him to come up, and he obeys. His lips latch onto yours hungrily, and he lines himself up at your entrance. You stop him with one hand on his wrist, and he immediately pulls back from your lips—eyes wide and panicked.

“Sweetheart, everything okay?” he asks, concerned that he did too much, too fast.

“Let me,” you say with a smirk, pushing him on his back. A grin creeps across his face, eyes turning obsidian again at the prospect of you riding him. You climb onto him and bend down to kiss him softly, pulling back when he attempts to deepen the kiss. You flick your tongue over his lips teasingly and sit back up. Rocking your hips over his, your folds drag over his needy cock. Payback from the teasing earlier, he realizes. He whines, gripping your hipbones and guiding you back and forth over his length. “C’mon baby, need you—fuck,” he moans. Your smirk returns, wider this time.

“You need to be more specific, Joel,” you say in a low, sultry voice. His eyes are blacker than ever, your assertiveness and control in this moment increasing his appetite for you. You’re a vixen. He’s fully wrapped around your finger, unable to deny your request. He wonders how and when he got here–he’s in so deep, willing to sacrifice just about anything to be with you, in you. This is not the Joel Miller he recognizes, but it’s a change he likes.

“You, darlin’—I want you,” he begs, fingers still glued to your hips. You scoot down and perch yourself in between his knees, crouching and looking up at him through hooded eyes. You kiss down his chest and stomach, admiring how strong yet soft he is. He tastes good—like sandalwood and musk. Realizing what you’re about to do, his head tips back and eyes clamp shut, allowing him to feel your lips caressing his torso. You take his cock in your hand and feel him hiss at the touch of your warm fingers.

“Baby—ah, p-please,” he whines. You blow softly on the tip, eyes never leaving his. Your confidence astounds even you in this moment—you’ve got Joel on a string.

“Please what, baby?” you coo, giving him a taste of his own medicine. He’s fucked. Seeing your pouty lips inches from the head of his weeping cock, your magnetizing eyes planted on his has him aching.

“Want your mouth wrapped around my cock, sweetheart,” he chuffs, eyes blazed with want. The curls around his forehead are damp and sweaty, lips parted, chest heaving and dotted with sweat droplets—he looks fucking good when he needs you like this.

“Only ‘cause you asked so nicely,” you tease, leaning down to kiss his tip. He moans and reaches out to smooth your hair back, fingers splayed around the crown of your head. You return the favor and lick a slow, flat stripe up the underside of his cock, feeling it twitch as your tongue travels over the bump of his head. He hisses again. Looking into his eyes, you swirl your tongue around the tip and take it into your mouth with a moan, eyebrows peaked in delight at the taste of him. He tastes a little salty and a little like you, given the fact that he didn’t shower after fucking you last night. One of his hands is holding your hair and the other is gripping your wrist firmly.

“Mmm, baby girl—is everything about you perfect? Body, face, pussy, mouth—fuck,” he curses as you interrupt him by taking half of his length in your mouth. It’s a stretch – your lips are tight and dry. You bob up and down a few times before pulling off him with a loud pop, needing more moisture. While maintaining eye contact, you sit up slightly and spit slowly on the head of his cock, smiling when you feel the leftover string pull on your lower lip. He groans at the sight and wishes you’d let him take a picture. You take him back in your mouth and reach down further, the head of his cock grazing your uvula. You stifle a gag and take a deep breath, tears fizzing at your eyelids.

“Good fuckin’ girl, takin’ most of me,” he praises you, voice laced with lust. His voice alone is enough to make your pussy seep with slick. Still feeling confident and aroused by his vulnerability, you take him as far as you can in your throat, feeling the hand on your wrist tighten and a whimper release from his throat as the tip of his dick punches your esophagus. Fuck, you could hear that sound forever. You continue sucking his length at a slow but steady pace, tears rolling down your cheeks and into your full mouth, and revel in his deep moans and pants. You feel his stomach twitch and he frees your mouth from his shaft with a groan.

“Need to fuck you,” he says, voice throaty. He grabs your jaw and pulls you up to crash his lips onto yours. It’s messy, both of you panting into each other’s mouths. You settle above his hips. His hands grip your hip bones and pull you down, your folds once again kissing his rigid cock. You grind over him a few times before he can’t take it anymore.

“Fuck me, please,” he begs. Can’t deny him when he’s looking at you like you’re the answer to everything.

You lean forward and take him in your hand. You line him up to your entrance and slowly, slowly sink down. Though you’re dripping, the soreness from last night sears as he gives you inch by inch. You suck in a breath through your teeth and squeeze your eyes shut, eyebrows clenched together, hands palming his chest for support. He takes heed of your expression and reaches up to cup your face. “Y’alright, sweetheart? We can stop if y’need to,” he soothes. You shake your head. “Just sore, and you’re big—need to keep moving.” You grind your hips down onto him, his hands moving back to clutch your ass cheeks and guide your movements. He moans as you set a pace—hard, but not too fast.

“Fuck, baby—so goddamn tight, y’look so fuckin’ good like this,” he spits, eyes trying not to clamp shut from the pleasure. He’ll pinch himself if it means he can continue watching you bounce on him. He grabs your hips in a bruising grip and thrusts himself up into you, spearing you. Immediately, you curse and lean over him, palms braced on the wall in front of you, the pleasure almost too much. Each smack of his skin on yours echoes throughout his large room, accompanied by mutual moans and groans—your second orgasm is so close, and finally—with one last thrust, the coil in your belly snaps again. You collapse onto him with a loud cry of his name and throw your arms around his neck as he pumps into you a few more times, emptying his spend inside you with a loud moan. He caresses your sweaty back and licks your earlobe, murmuring sweet praises in your ear. You kiss his sweaty neck and move your lips up until you meet his panting mouth.

“My god, sweetheart— ‘M gettin’ old, you got me feeling like a two-pump chump,” he huffs. You burst out in laughter, sweet music to his ears. “Still managed to make me come twice, though—that’s never happened to me before,” you say, pressing a light kiss to his neck. You sit up, his cock still nestled inside you, pulling a hiss from him. You roll off him slowly, his half-hard cock slapping his stomach as it recoils.

“Can I shower?” you ask, tiptoeing over to the bathroom and turning back to look at him over your shoulder. He groans at the sight of you, skin flushed and stippled in beads of sweat, hair fucked up, ass poking out as you cock your hip toward him. He’s utterly fucked.

“Only if I can join you,” he says, sitting up with a grunt and following you, cock growing hard again as he watches you saunter into the walk-in shower in front of him. Guess he’s not getting that old.

Tuesday, October 19th | 1002

After Joel lathered you up and had his way with you in the shower, he offered to make breakfast. You happily obliged, but only if he allowed you to wear one of his shirts—an offer he couldn’t possibly refuse. You decided on a ratty, washed gray Miller Contracting shirt, complete with rips in the armpits and back. You threw on some clean panties that you stashed in your purse and stole some of Joel’s black sweatpants. Stepping out of Joel’s room, the scents of smoked bacon and fresh coffee grounds wafted into your nostrils immediately as you made your way to the kitchen. Joel was posted up at the stove, shirtless, his sweatpants slung low on his hips. His back muscles flexed and twitched as he switched between cracking eggs into one frying pan and turning popping bacon over in the other. You admire him wordlessly from the island counter, and he feels your piercing stare. He turns around, spatula in hand, teeth flashed in a dazzling smile as he takes you in—wet hair, wearing his clothes and smelling like his amber and sandalwood body wash.

“Fuck,” he mutters, eyes flicking between yours and your chest, covered in his baggy shirt. You raise an eyebrow at him inquisitively. “Y’smell like me and wear my shit better than I do,” he admits, turning back to finish breakfast. You walk up to him and wrap your arms around his strong midsection, taking in the scent of his freshly-washed hair—surprisingly, he had some spare women’s shampoo in his bathroom for you—presumably Sarah’s. His hair smelled of eucalyptus and mint, a refreshingly clean combo. You kiss the back of his neck before pulling away to search for the coffee mugs.

“Above the coffee maker,” he says, pointing his greasy spatula toward a cabinet next to the fridge. It’s ironic, really, but not surprising that Joel’s coffee maker is likely the oldest thing in his house—the diner-style coffee pot stained from years of use, the water level lines on the tank completely faded away, machine sputtering steam aggressively as coffee drips into the pot. It makes you smile. The man has a classic old soul but has adapted his lifestyle to fit with the times—except for his coffee maker. You grab two gray, ceramic mugs from the cupboard, noting they’re the same color as the walls of his room. He is a dark neutrals guy, for sure—simple, yet bold. Colors that exude quiet confidence and minimalism—clearly symbolic of the owner of the house. You pour coffee in the mugs and set them on the island counter with a clink. He’s plating your food, sneaking a piece of crisp bacon into his mouth as he looks up and points at the fridge.

“Got what ya need in there, darlin’,” he garbles, mouth full of food. Slightly confused, you swing open the giant fridge doors to see a large carton of half and half on the top shelf. Your cheeks warm and curl into a smile. He remembered. You grab it and turn to him, cradling it affectionately as you walk up to him. “Thank you, Joel,” you muse. He laughs at you holding the carton of half and half like a baby.

“No fancy frother though, I’ll have to look around for one,” he says stubbornly, left side of his mouth twitched up in a half-smile. You giggle and shake the carton. “Does the trick,” you say as you pour a generous amount into your mug, watching the thick white waves billow before melting into soft beige.

You discover Joel is a great breakfast cook. The bacon is the perfect ratio of crispy and soft, edges charred slightly. The eggs were the best part, though—yolks runny, whites full-bodied and crisp around the edges. You eat in a comfortable silence, and it’s blissful—domestic, almost.

“What’re ya doin’ the rest of the day, sweetheart?” he asks, the hand not shoveling eggs into his mouth reaching over to clasp over yours. You shrug. Your apartment is clean, fridge full of groceries—not much on your to-do list. “Nothing planned,” you say, turning your hand over to lace your fingers with his. “You?”

“Spending it with you, hopefully. When do ya need me to take you home?” he asks, a twinkle glimmering in his eyes as he watches you. “Whenever you’re tired of me,” you say with a sly smile, knowing his response will be. “So… never,” he chuckles, squeezing your hand.

“Seriously, though, Joel. If you’ve got stuff to do, feel free to get rid of me at any time… I know you’re busy,” you assure him, not wanting to impede on his time too much. Your relationship is still in its infancy, and you don’t want to overstay your welcome. He looks like you just slapped him across the face.

“Darlin’, I’d never do that to ya,” he says, eyes full of affection. “We can just relax, do whatever you want. That sound okay?” he asks. You beam at him and nod, flattered that he just wants to be in your presence. You suddenly remember your mom’s text from yesterday and realize you haven’t checked your phone in 12 hours, at least. He notices the shift in your demeanor. “Everything okay?” he asks, hand still holding yours.

“Yeah, I just forgot for a moment that I had a phone,” you say with a chuckle. “My mom texted me yesterday asking to call her, and Keri’s probably worried that I’m dead.” He smirks. “S’on the counter, next to mine. I plugged ‘em in when we got in last night,” he points over to the entrance of the kitchen, near the laundry room. You walk over and tap the screen. 2 message notifications pop up.

Mom: Don’t forget to call me. Just have a few things I need to discuss with you.

Keri: How was your date? FYI, I’m checking your location so I know you’re alive LOL

You grin at Keri’s message and walk back over to the kitchen table as you type a response.

You: Fucking fantastic. Can’t wait to tell you all about it tomorrow!! 😉

Sighing, you give Joel a kiss on the cheek as you stuff your phone in your pocket. He pulls you into his lap and you loop your arms around his neck, head leaning against his. “My mom texted me again, I should call her,” you say. He turns and presses a gentle kiss to your temple. “I’ll clean up in here while ya do,” he murmurs into your ear. You turn your head and give him a chaste kiss on the lips, nodding. He gets up from the chair, still holding you as he does, and sets you down gently. You stay close, entranced by his warmth and the look in his eyes. He gives your ass a quick squeeze and moves to collect the dishes.

You decide to step out onto the deck via the door in his living room and close your eyes briefly as you feel the anxiety creeping in. Speaking with your mother is never enjoyable, never leads to a positive outcome. She complains about someone or something in her life, scolds you for something, anything—then gripes about how you never talk to her or visit her. You click on her contact and press the phone icon, putting the phone on speaker as you sit on one of Joel’s plush, wide deck chairs. His backyard is gorgeous, a covered pool carved perfectly in the middle and mature trees lining the rear fence. The yard is perfectly trimmed and there’s a greenhouse in one of the corners. Beautiful view for a shitty phone call. The phone rings twice before your mother answers.

“Finally, was wondering what you were doing,” she says, tone snarky. You feel anger boil in your stomach, the bubbles floating up to your throat. No hello, hi, how are you—she’s already starting with the fucking complaining.

“I have a job and a life, that’s what I’ve been doing,” you fire back. “I’m not at your beck and call 24/7, unfortunately,” you add with mock disappointment. The phone call is 10 seconds in, and you already want to hang up. She huffs on the other end.

“Sorry, I’ve just been worried. I saw your grandma the other night, and she isn’t doing well,” she says, tone softening. Your anger dies down. Her mother, your favorite grandmother, is in her late 80s and lives in western Nebraska on an old farmhouse. She was a teacher, just like your mom, and your grandfather was a dairy farmer until he passed several years ago.

“What’s going on with her?” you ask, now concerned.

“She’s not remembering much—I spoke with her neurologist, and she’s been diagnosed with Alzheimer’s. He suggested we visit her before it gets too bad,” she says, voice trembling a bit. You don’t often hear or see your mother shaken up. This is serious. You knew your grandma was less present mentally, as a lot of older people are as they reach 90 years of age but didn’t realize it had progressed so quickly.

“How much time?” Your voice is calm now, hoping it carries over to your nerves.

“Six to twelve months, maybe—your aunt is living with her in the meantime. I just wanted to make sure you were aware so you could arrange something,” she says, voice returning to its usual stern, monotonous pitch.

“Thanks,” you say blankly. That moment of vulnerability she shared with you was there and gone in a blink.

“If you do see her, feel free to stop by here,” she adds, the end of her sentence higher pitched, almost as though she’s asking a question.

“Alright. I’ll let you know,” you say. You will, either way.

“Bye, honey,” she says before hanging up. She never calls you that. The term of endearment settles in your stomach and fizzes slowly, leaving a heavy tug in its absence. You’re not sure if you should be worried, glad, or both. You set the phone down and take a deep breath, closing your eyes and clasping your hands behind your head as you lean back. The patio door slides open quietly, and you hear footsteps approach you on the deck. Joel sits next to you and puts a reassuring hand on your thigh.

“You okay, sweetheart?” he asks, his velvety voice quiet, the syllables slipping through your eardrums and calming your nerves. You open your eyes, still looking above.

“My grandma isn’t doing too well. Memory is slipping— looks like it’s Alzheimer’s. Gotta take some time and go see her,” you say, turning to gaze at him. He looks somber, afflicted—like he’s a sponge, soaking up your emotions. He wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you flush to him. You lean into him, letting him be your crutch for the moment. He kisses the top of your head.

“Whatever you need, baby, just say the word,” he reassures you. You’d feel comfortable taking him out to the Nebraska panhandle with you—seems like his cup of tea, anyway. He’s more of a rural, small town phile than you are. Fuck it, you think. “Want to take a road trip with me to western Nebraska? We can stay in a cute farmhouse,” you ask, the tone of your voice betraying your attempt to hide your apprehension. It’s not that you think he’d decline, it’s that you think it might be too much, too fast.

“Of course I would, darlin’… been a long time since I had a good vacation. Need to take the Bimmer out for a road trip, anyway,” he says, lifting your chin up to kiss you. Relief washes over you. The thought of spending a week on the road and in a cabin with Joel makes you shiver—in a good way, of course.

“C’mon, let’s go do something,” he offers, offering you his hand as he stands from the chair. You take it, the warmth comforting you.

Tuesday, October 19th | 1813

The rest of your day with Joel was a blur. You walked around Village Pointe outdoor mall and enjoyed lunch at a quaint café. The weather was perfect—no clouds in sight, no gusts of wind threatening to tangle your hair in knots. Joel held your hand as you strolled in and out of shops, never wanting to be far from your presence. He watched as you stopped to examine some flowers outside a boutique, rubbing the soft petals in between your fingers and trying to memorize the shape of the leaves. His breath caught in his throat, and he’d felt like he intruded on your private moment with nature. You admired life in a way nobody else did. It did something to him–and you noticed him staring when you turned back to him. “You’re just so beautiful, inside and out–I can’t get over it.” You felt warmth creep up your neck and stared back at him, unable to speak–he’s got his own magical charm, and it’s got you hooked, too.

The afternoon certainly redeemed the somber remnants from your phone call earlier that morning. Joel dropped you off at your apartment reluctantly, and not until after he’d meshed his lips and tongue with yours for a while. “When can I see you again?” he’d said, stroking your cheek with his thumb. “Whenever you want, cowboy,” you’d replied with a sly smirk. He said it wouldn’t be more than a few days—that he had a busy Wednesday and Thursday with clients, but that the rest of the week would be smooth sailing.

You remembered that you didn’t have a lot of clean sets of scrubs, so you started some loads of laundry and meal prepped for the rest of the week. Sitting on the couch, you turn on The Golden Girls and relax, reminiscing about your last couple days with Joel. Obviously, he cared about you and was quite fond of you. You felt hopeful and confident about where your relationship was headed, even if it was still so new. You trusted him, which was difficult for you normally—though with Joel, there was no hesitation. And you couldn’t deny the physical chemistry you had with him—nobody had ever made you feel that good before, nor had anyone ever been so invested in your pleasure, comfort, and safety. Was it too good to be true? You silence the skeptical voice in your head and get up from the couch, ready to hit the hay.

As you get comfortable in your bed, you check your phone to make sure you have an alarm set for tomorrow. You see a couple of texts from Joel.

Joel: I had an amazing time this weekend. Can’t wait to see you again.

Joel: Sweet dreams, darlin.

You: I did too. That day can’t come soon enough. Maybe Thursday after work?

Joel: Sounds like a plan. Gnight sweetheart.

You: Night Joel :*

Grinning ear to ear, you put your phone down and let sleep take over you, dreams of Joel—his lips, voice, body—prancing through your mind.

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navelbois · 1 year

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corvidirge · 1 year

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Custom Codes for my DA that will be posted within the next hour. I apologize for being unable to credit some of the dresses and possibly some codes. I am open to anyone telling me who the creators are, so I can add them. I hope these codes help my fellow goths with their islands! Diagonal Black Brick/Cobble Road - 3460-6110-3955 Cobblestone Path - 8590-9494-2771 Diamond Black Tiles - 3205-0306-4291 Dirt Path / Black Pavement Tile/ Steps - 4531-3628-7982 Floral Pavement Tile/Rustic Circle & Small Circle - 1482-7518-4706 Leaf Box / Lattice Fence - 6485-8030-2247 Black Petals - 3160-9021-3352 Blanket Fringe - 9629-0801-8170 Striped Fabric - 4531-3628-7982 Chocolate Fabric - 0732-3085-9197 Gray Damask - 1482-7518-4706 Streetlamp Banner - 1555-3054-0154 Iron-Wrought Railing - 4645-3669-1958 Flag - 6780-7341-9566 Stall - 371-0662-9443 9S Outfit / Buttoned Bustle - 4441-1767-6502

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ditto-dex · 1 year

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#0732: Trumbeak

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ARTISAN TOWN + FARMERS MARKET + RESTAURANT

We have so many farms & artisan producers on our island, it’s about time we built the perfect spot for them to sell their goods. So I built Shadowmoss a quaint downtown district.

There's a spot for the Able Sisters Tailor Shop, boutique shopping, as well as Antonio’s farm-to-table restaurant with waterfront dining. On the beach in front of our small town main street we have a little farmers market for our villagers to sell their local products.

- CUSTOM CODES USED - Cobblestone Path: MA-1170-1047-2974 Plaid Pattern: MA-0732-3085-9197 Greenhouse Windows: 1244-4757-3826 Eyebrows: MA-1409-5733-1266

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snortingstars · 1 year

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My second winter island is done! This is heavily inspired by rustic Japan. Visit the shrine, our therapist Raymond (if he’s open), the school or even the neighbourhood inspired by @/boiscrossing on both YT and Instagram!

All interiors are refurnished! However the only beach decorated are the one surrounding the campsite..

The DA: 7293-0732-7797. Hope to see you there!

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moonbrooke · 1 year

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Moonbrooke Custom Designs Masterlist

Fingers crossed I haven't missed anything. All under the cut~

The Path (TM) (i have all nine pieces i just got lazy screenshotting) - MA-6647-9230-4716

Small Dirt Track - MA-9488-1972-2446

Stone Path - MA-5151-3267-6633

Mossy Rocks - MA-1737-1852-7829

Stepping Stones - MA-7973-6879-0870

Mossy Stones - MA-6352-6078-6250

White Worn Planks - MA-6926-5814-3684

Wooden Path - MA-8511-9497-6748

Stumps - MA-9456-1425-5141

Bricks - MA-0173-9195-8808

Tiles - MA-4485-9060-4826

Stone Circle - MA-5116-9644-5826

Leaves - MA-2666-2445-8950

Purple Flowers - MA-7195-6112-7043

Dandelions - MA-7539-8107-8864

Water Puddle - MA-6287-1458-0811

Pine Needles - MA-2536-3519-3083

Mud Puddle - MA-2041-6987-3897

Dirt Patch - MA-5765-8794-2470

Mushrooms - MA-8674-1895-0346

Embroidery Hoop - MA-2627-9335-8777

Lost Letters - MA-1420-0288-2947

Lost Things (key, antlers, & skull) - MA-9735-6815-3749

Stick Circle - MA-5235-9517-2854

Strawberries - MA-2939-5842-7946

Flower Wreath - MA-9629-0801-8170

Shells - MA-4425-3515-9296

Seagull Shadow - MA-8569-4772-9405

Chalk Drawings - MA-6926-5814-3684

Gardener Path - MA-9534-0324-9115

Green Gingham - MA-8847-7939-8277

Quilt & Forest Plaid - MA-6926-5814-3684

Daisy Plaid - MA-9629-0801-8170

Flower Blanket - MA-0732-3085-9197

Autumn & Spring Quilts - MA-8674-1895-0346

Dark Floral - MA-1474-4447-2355

Pumpkin Tartan - MA-4920-9312-9579

Cableknit - MA-2486-0468-7468

Ivy Stall - MA-5114-7560-0924

Lamp Shade - MA-1956-7855-9952

Totoro Umbrella - MA-6050-8097-2249

Clover Blanket - MA-7539-8107-8864

Orchard Sign - MA-8674-1895-0346

Painting - MA-4541-7992-9677

Rug Fringe - MA-6079-3501-4943

Bus Stop Sign - MA-6812-7724-8509

#mine #some of these might change again but this is what's on the current dream address so #:)#acnh custom designs

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LNGKNF/AC130AM-JKYRN//10DEC1-1975-2ARG,LOCALTIME::0732

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E6-::</>Steel Rain Steep-L###### Rain ((Steel Rain)), this is Easy-6 over.</>

STL_RN-FCO::</>Easy-6, this is Steel Rain, go ahead over.</>

E6-::</>Hey uh, ----- be advised, (. ß#($-2), we're seeing some vehicles in the road, appears to be armor, can you confirm, over?</>

STL_RN-FCO::</>yhUh,, copy, standby Easy.</>

STL_RN-FCO::</>TV, confirm you see the road past the smoke in between the troops and the church.s####</>

STL_RN-TVO::</>uHhYn, copy, uh, that road just uh, east of the church correct?</>

STL_RN-FCO::</>Copy, YvT-V, do you contact the road? Yes or no, TV?</>

STL_RN-TVO::</>Uh heay# Yeah,uh, we've got it here over.</>

STL_RN-FCO::</>TV, can you confirm armor presence on that road I repeat, can you confirm enemy armored units are present there, ove?R?</>

STL_RN-TVO::</>TV has a cisualTyhn on enemy armor, looks hot, personnel, weapons, APcs#####</>

STL_RN-FCO::</>Roger, Easy-6, Steel Rain, we've got a cosual hsStandby</>

STL_RN-PLT-1//ACTL::</>Fire Control, you are cleared to engage all of those</>

STL_RN-FCO::</>Copy... Crew, go ahead and level that entire damned road.</>

STL_RN-PLT-1//ACTL::</>YeaUp sounds good, go ahead and smoke em all-####</>

STL_RN-GNR::</>Shot!</>

STL_RN-FCO::</>Ka-boom</>

STL_RN-GNR::</>Firing again!</>

STL_RN-TVO::</>, heh, yeah I'm seeing a ton of little Xannie's pieces all arou d thEre, good work guys</>

STL_RN-PLT-1//ACTL::</>Keep shooting you've got like three more victors, and uh, a ton of runners</>

STL_RN-FCO::</>Copy, uh, request permission to use One oh Five millimeter how do you read?</>

STL_RN-PLT-1//ACTL::</>You are clrarEd to engage with weapons such as 105 mike mike kr lpwer, I've got you all clean</>

STL_RN-FCO::</>Coyp, gunner, smoke all of those guys</>

STL_RN-GNR::</>SHOOTING!</>

STL_RN-FCO::</>Oooh, damn#</>

STL_RN-PLT-1//ACTL::</>They done down there?</>

E6-1::</>STeEl Rai. This#+ is Easy-6-1! Good effects, they seem cleared out, we'll be heading past the road down to the south to retriever toeThe module how coyp?!</>

STL_RN-FCO::</>Roger that Easy-6-1, I've got you loud and clear, /break/, interrogative; are you heading in the direction but off the road, *%Z, or uhh, uOn the road over##</>

E6-1::</>Uh looks like we'll fineD out Steel Rain! There's some additional movement and it looks like our covers been blown, we're getting ready ftoU make ground contact,>>.since you've already been on their radar for hours we'll also look out for MANPADs!##</>

STL_RN-FCO::</>Cipy.### standby</>

STL_RN-FCO::</>TV, can you see armor on the road, heading heading from the south to the north over?</>

STL_RN-TVO::</>Uhh, same road over?</>

STL_RN-FCO::</>TV, affirm. Can you seemN them, over?</>

STL_RN-TVO::</>uH, that's a negative, wait uh standby##</>

STL_RN-FCO::</>TV, we're gonna be standbingBy.</>

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STL_RN-FCO::</>TV, what's that status over?</>

STL_RN-TVO::</>FCk, hey uhm uhh, Fire Control, TVlKa, hey hb uh, be advised our TV's not working over here over</>

STL_RN-FCO::</>TV, what exactly do you mean by, 'not working'?</>

STL_RN-TVO::</>Uhh, it's all glitchy over here, FC</>

STL_RN-FCO::</>Shit. Vector-1-1 this is Steel EaIn, request you uplonkTy your UAV's feed directly to us, in lieu of our TV's scanning and inageryT how copy?</>

VCTR-1-1//RQ4.DRONE::</>Steel Rain, Iai copy, sending it, /break/, you're gonna need to standby for a little bit that okay over?____-_---############</>

STL_RN-FCO::</>Yeup Vector, rhatE is affirmative, heh, we're gonna have to wait for awhile for out TV to get back anyways.<$(#</>

STL_RN-PLT-1//ACTL::</>Affirmative,bSteel Rain aCtual copies all</>

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EASY-6::</>Alpha! This is Easy-6 be advised! We're taking fire from enemy infantry dismounts and armor by the church, slightly south southeast of the building-#-#-_--#-&###, interrogative:;; can you aengage thenM over?</>

ALPHA-9-9::</>That's affirmative. We're pushing, out</>

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ALPHA-9-9::</>,,,###, Overlord FAC this is Alpha-9+9er!</>

OVERLORD F.A.C.;</>Alpha Niner Niner, this is Pvelrod F-A-C, send tYour traffick "over.</>

ALPHA-9-9;</>Affirm be advised we're taking heavy fire from enemy dismounts and armor right by the church request you provide some closeLy Air for assistance over!</>

OVERLORD F.A.C.::</>Roger that, I have a solid copy on all, we've got your position Markov Itch, Alpha-9-9 stsndby.</>

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WRHRS-5-1::</>Overlord, this is Warhorse-5-1, checking in with ya, flight of##---_ rwo#-#--$-$######## at Angels one niner, one olus zero zero time on station, loaded with #+#-$-#############, NINER 5ive thousancse rounds for the sectionnuijnnNner, reqady faour tasking, over</>

OVRLDFAC::</>Warhorse-5-1, this is Oberlord FAC, solid copy on all, /break/, be advised we have Alpha NinNe, sauadroN sectionnofn sepciaL forves, As I'm sure youre familiar with, confirm, over?</>

WRHRS-5-1::</>Copy, auah, Ai coNAffirm onvaeIrn. What's havPpening with em?</>

OVRLDFAC::</>###&#-$-Rogers,Tz, /break/, be advised Alpha is taking heavy fire right by the church, at map grid [[REDACTED]], /break/, I need you to push to mP Initial Ppint Zulu Whoskey Ioiy, and take out any targets they spot out to you. UouYour JTAC's and Avtual 's alternative squD -callsign is Alpha-9-9, reread back to me over.</>

WRHRS-5-1::</>Warhorse-5-1 rogers as well, pushing to IP Zulu Whiskey, and advance tNear to by map geid,GRihd, uhh, [[REDACTED]], and uh, ehnAgege targets requested by Niner Niner alphA,Aoh uOu, ####</>

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OVERLORD FAC::</>Alpha-9-9 this is Overlord FAC be advised, you have Warhorse-5-1, flIght oFvsgTwo####-$&#&#&#&#####, atAngels mineTeen, pushing toU IP Zulu Whiskey#, how copy?</>

ALPHA-9-9::</>Solid copy on all, out</>

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A9-9::</>Warhorse-5-1 this is Alpha-9-9, standgyEt for information!</>

W5-1;</>Roger standnibGyy, send it</>

A9-9::</>TOT 2-5, Close in Fire Support, Non-Standard, -5 to -15, then +6 to +25, Gun-TarhetHe Liaine 090, I'm gonna talk you on how copy?</>

W5-1::</>Solid xopy NvzZITNZTZyhn, send it, oger#+#-$-$></>

A9-9;</>standby!(###</>

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#xanxon #xanxoni #9-9 #TheNine/9 #unreality #unreal #net report actual #dokal

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#cindy landolt #picture #0732

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Elita: So while we were doing magical shit and all that outside. Sanjay Kapoor walked into the uh… command centre of the base I guess you’d call it. To say Sanjay was having a really shit night was a massive understatement. Lets recap, his boss the general, brutally murdered. A dangerous sixamite criminal, escaped. His friend and Super Soldier missing, presumably taken by Guy. And right now, to top off that, a problem with the space station.

Solider: Captain on the deck.

Sanjay: Back to work.

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Sanjay: Ok time is short, so let me be brief. General Viery has been murdered, and we have a situation with the space station. I’m assuming command of this base and all assets and personnel as of 0732 hours. Our objective is contain the terrorist and bring him in alive if possible, dead if necessary. I want all weapons systems on that station deactivated and locked out. Under no circumstances shall those weapons be used against us.

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Lieutenant: Sir, the geosynchronous orbit of the station is changing.

Sanjay came over and immediately studied the screen.

Sanjay: The orbit is changing you’re right, the orbit is actually decaying! Look, its dropping altitude. Did we do that? Are we using remote telemetry?

Lieutenant: Negative sir. The changes are being made inside the station itself.

Sanjay: What the hell is going on up there?

Operative Tynas: That is precisely what I would like to know, Captain. Right now its looking like we might have a space station about to fall out the sky.

Sanjay: I’m afraid I am a little busy to be fielding your questions Smith.

#ts4 #ts4 story #sims 4 #sims 4 story #The Tomorrow Men #KSU #Sanjay #Tynas #tw threat #tw danger

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Finally... The JWST's First Images Are Here And They Are... UGH! Mesmerising.

After 25+ years of designing, planning, building, launching, unfolding and testing, the first images by the James Webb Space Telescope have been released, and reveal the full promise and spectacular nature of what this mighty observatory can achieve.

The James Webb Space Telescope is a space telescope designed primarily to conduct infrared astronomy. (What is infrared astronomy? Keep reading) As the largest optical telescope in space, its greatly improved infrared resolution and sensitivity allows it to view objects too old, distant, or faint for the Hubble Space Telescope.

The huge 6.5-meter mirror, made up of 18 hexagonal small gold-plated mirrors, gathers a huge amount of light and provides a sharp view of the cosmos, so the images are clean and high-resolution, and the battery of filters means we can convert them into color images to please our eyes and inform our brains.

Okay now what is infrared astronomy right? Infrared astronomy is a sub-discipline of astronomy which specializes in the observation and analysis of astronomical objects using infrared radiation.

Now don't keep your eyes and brain waiting. Let's go!

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SMACS 0732

The first JWST Deep Field image shows SMACSJ0723.3-7327: a galaxy cluster, a collection of hundreds of galaxies orbiting their mutual center of gravity. It lies very roughly 4.5 billion light-years from Earth.

You might be thinking, what's exactly going on in this picture. The sharp objects with diffraction spikes are all stars in our own Milky Way galaxy, probably hundreds of thousands of light years away. But every fuzzy thing you see? Those are entire galaxies, all like billions of light years away. And there are thousands of them in this image. Thousands.

Including the smallest, faintest objects ever observed. Webb's image is approximately the size of a grain of sand held at arm's length, a tiny silver of the vast universe.

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WASP-96B

1,100 or so light-years from Earth is a Sun-like star, but is a very un-solar-system-like exoplanet orbiting it. That planet is WASP-96b, a hot jupiter with about the same size as our own Jupiter, but half the mass, and it orbits the star once every 3.4 days at a distance of only 7million kilometers!

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NGC3132, THE SOUTHERN RING NEBULA

NGC 3132 is a planetary nebula, the gas and dust ejected away from a star that was once much like the Sun but then ran out of fuel in its core and died. The central star expanded into a red giant, blew away thick layers of material, then exposed its hot core which then blew less dense but hotter and faster gas into that previously ejected stuff. This carved a huge expanding bubble into it.

The star in the center is actually two stars, a binary system. The second star is buried in so much material it's not visible in shorter wavelength. The binary motion may be what shaped the nebula, their orbits around each other sculpting the way the gas was ejected.

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STEPHEN'S QUINTET

300 million light-years from Earth is Stephen's Quintet, a small clutch of interacting galaxies... well, four of them are. The fifth, NGC 7320 (left) is actually a foreground galaxy coincidentally aligned with the more distant group.

The NIRCAM image shows cool gas and dust in the group, including some flung out NGC 7318 a and b (center), two galaxies deep in the process of colliding. The gravity of the two galaxies can send out streamers of material, called tidal tails, which then cools and forms stars.

The MIRI image shows something more: The center of NGC 7139 (top) is very bright, and that means we're seeing the tremendous light from a supermassive black hole, eagerly gobbling down gas and dust in the galaxy's core. Images like this (and spectra) can tell astronomers vast amounts about this process, like how massive the black hole is, how much material it's eating, what happens to that matter as it falls in, and how some of it is blasted away in long, thin beams of jets that can fly away from the black hole at speeds a decent fraction of the speed of light!

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CARINA NEBULA

In the southern constellation of Carina is a ridiculously huge, sprawling cloud of gas and dust called Carina Nebula, It's very roughly 7,000 light-years from Earth, and one of the Milky Way's most active star forming factories.

In this JWST NIRCAM (Near Infrared Camera) image you can see a very handful of very massive, luminous stars at the top. These blast out radiation and winds of subatomic particles that eat away at the gas and dust, evaporating them. This leaves behind a wall of material - that bright, scalloped horizontal line - with dense material below and less dense, hotter material above. It looks almost like a mountain ridge or, approximately, a cloudbank.

In the MIRI (Mid Infrared Image) we can see the effect of this: Dozens of stars are being born there, some blowing away their birth gas, others still deeply enshrouded in the materials that are forming them.

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After seeing SMACS 0732 image we can think about how big the sky is compared to that grain of sand. This entire sky can fit something like 25 million such images in it. This image is a tiny, tiny fraction of the Universe, yet it shows wonders and delights by the thousands.

What will we see when JWST stares at one spot for as long, how many tens of thousands of distant galaxies will be revealed? How many hundreds of billions more await our investigation?

Once you grasp that, you'll glimpse why astronomers do what they do.

It's an immense Universe, and we want to understand all of it. With JWST we have taken a big step forward in doing just that.

#space #astronomy #science #outer space #jwst #james webb space telescope

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